The Witness Program
Copyright© 2024 by Mina_x
Chapter 8: Consequences
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8: Consequences - Harriet was the perfect housewife with two wonderful children, a successful husband and a lovely home, but when the arrival of a new resident threatens to disrupt their perfect world, she is surprised by her own part in what follows.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Slut Wife Rough Interracial Black Male White Female Cream Pie Facial Masturbation Oral Sex
Her tracking app on her mobile phone said her period was due on Friday. It didn’t arrive. Harriet was not overly concerned, it had been late before, and the app was only a guide, but a small worry seeded itself in her head and began to grow.
It didn’t arrive on Saturday either. The day went by with her in another world, sat staring at her phone but not actually looking. The children never got their promised treat, “Next week”, said Harriet. It was an eternity away.
Sunday saw Harriet retreating completely into herself. She downloaded a favourite childhood book to her Kindle. Sleepovers by Jacqueline Wilson and curled up with it on the sofa. She hoped that it would distract by taking her back to less complicated times, but she kept having to read the same pages over and over again as her head was elsewhere. Her childhood friends did not come alive in it’s pages. She wanted to be alone. Andrew left her to it, giving the kids knowing looks, telling them to let her have her space. All would be well soon he hoped.
Once Monday morning came and she was alone, she ventured out to a chemist where nobody knew her and bought an early pregnancy test. It was positive. She knew it anyway.
Harriet made her way over to Anne’s, showing her the test wrapped in a transparent food bag. “Will you dispose of this for me?”, she asked,
“Of course”, said Anne, looking at the two blue lines clearly visible, before dropping it into her kitchen bin and settling her down on a chair. Harriet started to cry. Anne poured her a whiskey.
“You silly girl”, she eventually said sadly, shaking her head. “These things can be wrong, you know. Weren’t you on any contraception?”
Harriet looked at her. “I didn’t think. I didn’t plan any of this. Andrew always used a condom. I’ve never been on the pill. I always thought it was better to be natural”.
“Could it be Andrew’s?”, asked Anne.
Harriet thought about the unprotected sex they had had the previous week, then all of the sex she had been having with Witness, “I don’t think so”, she said. She looked at Anne through tearful eyes.
“Well you can’t keep it”, Anne told her brusquely. “Even if you persuaded Andrew it was his, it will be obvious when it’s born”
Harriet listened, agreeing. She didn’t like that Anne kept using the word “it”.
“And you can’t tell him, of course. You can’t tell Witness”, Anne was being forceful.
“Why?”, asked Harriet.
“You know what he’s like. You mean nothing to him”
Harriet thought about their last sex in the shower. It had felt different, close, special, but at the same time she knew deep down that Anne was probably right.
“How long has it been?”, asked Anne.
“Just two weeks”, Harriet thought about how quickly her life had unravelled.
“Oh, that’s easy. You can get rid of it with pills. I’ll look up some options and let you know. No one will have to know”, Anne held Harriet’s hand reassuringly, but Harriet was horrified at how matter-of-fact she was being. She just nodded along.
