The bad chapter of my storybook life begins on New Year's Eve, at a party hosted by the company where my husband worked. We'd left the twins, Kyle and Jenny, with their Aunt Julie and we were looking forward to a good time. Not only was it the new year and time to celebrate, but now that our kids were out of diapers, Robert and I had decided to have another baby. I'd even started taking fertility pills because we wanted another set of twins, if possible, although that isn't a great reason by itself. My doctor assured me that I'd have no trouble getting pregnant again all by myself, but he gave me the prescription anyway.
One thing he hadn't warned me about is how horny those fertility drugs can make a woman! I'd been on them for over a month and all I could think about was sex. Robert wanted to do his part as well, so he tried to save up as much of his sperm as possible, which meant I'd had to content myself with masturbation and a lot of chocolate, which probably didn't help. We'd barely kissed each other for the last three weeks for fear of arousing our considerable passion. It would be too easy to give into temptation and make love before my body peaked.
Thank God, the day was here! I'd counted them carefully and knew my cycle very well, as most women do. I was exactly fifteen days away from my next period. By midnight, I'd be ovulating for sure and we'd start the new year off with a bang! I wanted him cumming inside my fertile womb when the ball dropped in Time's Square, thinking that would be pretty memorable. I just knew Robert would plant me with at least one, and hopefully two beautiful babies for us to love and cherish in the years to come. I could hardly wait.
"I loved being pregnant!" I told Sandy, admiring her swollen tummy while her husband chatted with Robert. "I miss it. Even the aches and pains, running to the bathroom every five minutes, and eating all the pickles I could find."
"Well, I was really sick for awhile there," she sighed. "I'll just be glad when it's over."
"You should enjoy it while you can," I said. "It makes you look so pretty."
"Pretty?" She rolled her pale blue eyes. "I was beautiful until this happened. None of my clothes fit me. I look like a beached whale and I'm wasting my fitness club membership."
"Hmmm..." I tried to look sympathetic, but this woman only wanted to complain. She still looked gorgeous, almost ridiculously so, and I hadn't been happy to learn that my husband's secretary had modeled for Playboy.
Sandy wasn't a centerfold, but she could have been. She'd appeared three years in a row for Playboy's 'Girls of the Fortune 500' pictorials, and then she'd done a video for them. One of those soft-X almost porn videos with some stud in an office romance, since she was a secretary anyway. She'd given her boss, my husband, a copy and of course, he'd brought it home so we could watch it together. It seemed kind of strange to be standing there and talking to the woman after seeing her totally naked and pretending to fuck a guy on his desk.
She looked ready to fuck someone again, and for real this time, despite being seven months pregnant. Being very tall and a leggy sort of woman didn't hurt, and her tummy wasn't nearly as large as mine had been with Jenny. Sandy had nice sized breasts, good for nursing with those prominent nipples poking through her maternity blouse. I'd met her often enough previously to know she didn't like to wear a bra, but once she started lactating, the woman would change her mind. Those proud tits of hers would get heavy by the time she was ready to deliver and I missed the ache of being too swollen with milk.
I noted Sandy's narrow hips, however, and although they made her look like a pregnant Victoria's Secret model in that mini-skirt she wore, she would probably have a rough time in labor. The woman was all legs and ass, a decidedly spectacular ass, judging from the interest she generated in every man within fifty feet of her. She looked like a pregnant Barbie doll, except better because that doll has some inhuman measurements, even by Fashion Channel standards.
"How's our baby?" Josh, her husband, wondered with a smile. He'd turned out to be a good looking man, which probably explained why he'd married Sandy. Attractive people tend to flock together, although my husband had proven himself the exception.
"You're a lucky man," Robert said, slapping Josh on the shoulder. They seemed to be getting along alright.
"Oh, don't I know it," Josh agreed. He had red hair and a smattering of freckles across his boyish face. He looked younger than his age, which was about thirty, I'd guess, and very handsome, as I mentioned.
"Say, um ... Mr. Ryan," Sandy said, turning her eyes on my husband. "Maybe we should go over the Newman accounts. They're due first thing Tuesday morning, and..."
"It's a party," he replied, smiling at her. "Call me Robert."
"Okay, uh ... Robert," she said with a small blush. "It won't take long. I have the files upstairs in my desk."
"Oh, don't tell me you have to work," I protested, clutching Robert's arm. "You promised to dance with me."
"The Newman accounts," he sighed. "I forgot about those."
"They're very important," Sandy assured me, and then looked at her husband. "You don't mind, do you, Honey?"
"I guess I don't have a choice," Josh said with a small frown. He looked at Robert. "I know how she gets. Sandy won't be able to relax if she's thinking about work."
"You don't have to tell me." My husband nodded. "Sometimes I think I'm working for her."
"You should be!" the woman teased him with a giggle, and the men couldn't help but smile. She had that sort of light, tinkling laughter that kicks a guy right in the balls.
"But ... It's New Year's Eve!" I felt as if I'd been kicked, too. I should have guessed something like this would happen and I wondered why the company had to have its party in their downtown offices. Why not rent a ballroom at a nice hotel?
"Why don't you dance with Josh," Sandy suggested. "He's very good, believe me, and it'll keep him out of trouble while we're upstairs."
"That's a good idea," Robert agreed, giving me his best smile. I had a hard time resisting it, even after ten years of practice.
"Would you like to dance, Janey?" Josh offered, but his smile wasn't quite as bright as my husband's and I knew why.
Sandy didn't have to worry because her husband wasn't interested in me at all. Why would he be? Even dressed to the nines in a rather short, clingy dress that tried desperately to make me sexy, I couldn't compete with a woman like her. With my hair done and my face made-up perfectly, I still looked rather plain. I was short and my butt wasn't awesome, my breasts were on the small side and firm only because I'd spent $60 on an awesome maiden form bra. I was eminently unremarkable in every way and a guy like Josh wouldn't remember me five minutes after meeting me. Ten minutes after a dance, maybe.
And that's what we were doing, dancing while our spouses were working on some vital assignment that probably wouldn't matter anyway. It wasn't as if Robert would get fired if the Newman accounts, whatever they were, happened to be done late. I mean, Daddy owned the company. My daddy, to be specific, and sometimes I wondered if Robert hadn't married me for my money. Well, I used to wonder, but not anymore. I had ample proof of my husband's love in every way imaginable, but there had been a lot of gossip about it. People always had to find a reason for a beautiful Adonis like Robert to marry a plain Jane like me, as if True Love wasn't enough for some reason.
"What are you thinking about?" Josh asked me, determined to do his duty, if nothing else. He'd promised to keep me entertained and the man knew how to dance, which was nice.
"Ohhhh..." I smiled up at him, being about a foot shorter, like I was. "I'm thinking about how lucky you and Sandy are, being pregnant and everything."
"Mmmm..." He nodded, returning my smile as his hands held my hips. "That was kind of an accident. We weren't trying to get pregnant."
"Really?" I gave his shoulders a sympathetic squeeze. They were broad and thick, and Josh had a nice, firm body. "We're trying again, or we'll be trying tonight, I mean."
"Are you?" His dark green eyes were full of good humor. "You make it sound special."
"Well, I'm finally ovulating," I explained with a self-conscious shrug. "We've been saving ourselves, you know?"
"It must be hard on Robert," Josh sighed, sliding his hands behind my hips, pulling me slightly closer. "You're very pretty tonight, Janey."
"Oh." I swallowed hard, wondering where that had come from. Nobody called me pretty, except for Robert every once in awhile.
"And you smell nice," he continued, lowering his head until he had his face in my hair. "Sandy always smells like perfume, but you..."
"What do I smell like?" I asked, finding my arms going around his neck as Josh kept his head next to mine.
"Moonlight, I think." He breathed the words across my ear and I shivered. "Are you cold, Janey?"
"No," I replied, suddenly conscious of his hands sliding up and down my back. "I feel kind of warm, actually. Maybe we should, um ... Sit down for a little bit."
"Let's dance just a little more," he whispered. "Sandy hates dancing and I haven't done it for so long. I like the way you move."
"You do?" I blinked and smiled with a rush of confusion. I felt more than warm, I'd grown hot inside and my tummy tingled, but I didn't know why.
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