Chapter 1

"What a MILF!" I commented as Stacey walked by me in the food court.

There was just something about that particular salesgirl which especially attracted me. It was true that the mall's rules technically discouraged any kind of relationship with staff, but Stacey wasn't on the shopping center's payroll and thus not really my subordinate. She worked in the bath and body shop close to the information center. I didn't really care about what she did for a living, of course. That didn't make a difference to me.

No, I was attracted to the brunette's playful manner and saucy wit. I also loved her cute tush and her small, but firm breasts. Her legs, while average in length, were quite sexy as well. Stacey had a very soft and easygoing attitude. The fact that she was known to be a mom just made her hotter. It didn't hurt that she preferred to reveal a lot of skin, either. I would have been more surprised if she'd been a virgin instead of an expecting mother, given her open and pleasant ways.

"Excuse me! What did you say?" Stacey backed up and approached me with a grin.

"I believe that I called you a MILF, which stands for... ," I repeated my observation.

"Mother that I'd like to fuck, right?" Stacey joined me at the table, clearly enjoying herself.

"Naturally," I answered coyly as I ate my meatball sub.

"So, what the hell is stopping you? It's not like I'm getting any at home, I can tell you that. Not since I got pregnant, that is. I know why, too. Damn motherfucker just fucked me to put a bun in my oven and then went back to his boy-toys. I don't know if he's gay or bi, but he certainly shows more interest in men than me. I snooped, because I wanted to know where he got his balls drained when he wasn't boning me. I'm not a particularly jealous woman, but if it takes away from me getting laid, then I get angry. So, what about it, you German stud? If you want some ass, cum and get it," she was surprisingly frank with me.

"So, hubby isn't cutting the mustard for you these days? Well, I don't mind pitching in. Neither my wife nor I are exactly the poster kids for marital fidelity, either. This isn't my first marriage, for that matter. I called you a MILF for a reason. You're the sexiest lady working at this mall, if you ask me.

"I have to warn you that I'm already having an extramarital affair with a neighbor lady, a Tejana named Carlita. Her husband is in prison and she has needs. I had to agree to end it when he gets out, though, since she plans to be faithful once he's no longer fucking cellmates. Something about being a good Catholic girl, but still needing dick. I think that she's kidding herself, though, 'cause she wants me to go bareback. I'm likely to knock her up and she should know it.

"I should probably just break it off with Carlita and make you my new mistress. She might take it hard, though. Like I said, she's fooling herself. She has feelings for me, even if she pretends otherwise," I felt obliged to confide in Stacey.

"No, don't break it off with her. You can have both of us. I don't want to see the poor girl go without. She might be an unfaithful wife, but so am I and so is yours, from what you've told me. It's her husband's fault that she is spreading her legs for you instead of him. If he hadn't broken the law, he wouldn't be in prison, would he?

"Unless he's innocent, but that's not the impression that I get. She wouldn't be quite as eager to fool around if she thought him falsely accused. On some level, she blames him and is paying him back for getting both of them into this mess. That's what I think, anyway.

"Besides, if she's falling for you, she doesn't deserve to get kicked to the curb. Love merits better treatment than that. I guess that I'm getting romantic here. I like that you're being so kind to your neighbor. It's very sweet of you, even if you have ulterior motives.

"So, what about your wife? Who's she seeing on the side? One man or several? Or a woman? Just wondering. Do you guys still get it on?" Stacey encouraged me while eating her corndog.

"You won't believe me if I tell you. As you might have guessed, I know what she's been up to, and it shocked even me. Are you ready for this?" I asked Stacey, suddenly in an unusually gossipy mood (very strange for me, but then we were contemplating an affair, so why not tell her everything about my marriage).

"Try me, Otto. I mean that in more ways than one. I might well surprise you," Stacey assured me.

"Alright, but this might make you lose your lunch," I warned her.

"I'm pregnant, so I'm always in danger of tossing my guts," she reminded me.

"Very well. Katie is fucking her own brother, Desmond. Yeah, him. My brother-in-law. The guy's a frat boy. Quite literally one. He still lives at Phi Epsilon or something like that. One of those Greek houses. I wonder what his brethren would say about incest. He's about seven years her junior and apparently they've been fucking since his first summer after college. Not that I care.

"I think that she's in love with him, though. I'm afraid that she might leave me as soon as he graduates and gets started ascending the corporate ladder. I guess that won't be too much of a tragedy, except that I'd miss her. She's a slut, but as long as she doesn't get jealous, I'm fine with her screwing around. She hasn't complained about my past affairs and I like being married to a slut provided that she's not a hypocrite.

"Katie's damn good in bed, and yes, we still fuck. I'll have three women to service if we become lovers, but at least Desmond is helping out. How will you honestly feel about that situation, though? Jealous yet?" I probed.

"Hell, no! I'm not gonna be dissuaded by a sexy situation like that. Incest, eh? I love it. Maybe I can talk Katie into a threesome with you and me. Or a foursome, if you want to add Desmond. I wouldn't mind including Carlita, but she might not go for that. She might get jealous, in fact. If she does, though, just point out that both of you are married, so it's not your primary relationship. I'm like Katie, more interested in having fun myself than stopping others from having it. Jealousy is stupid and spiteful.

"So, I'd say that you're out of excuses, Herr Hauser. I dare to hope that I will soon find myself in bed with a hunky German. I know that you're well-endowed, too. I've seen your bulge through your pants. Since hubby doesn't want to fuck me, a sexy Prussian will do. One of these days, I'll get the nerve to confront the bastard. Until then, to use a term that hubby knows too well, let's keep it on the 'down-low'.

"I'll meet you anywhere you want, anytime you want. If we had enough privacy, I'd drop my shorts and bend over for you right now. This pregnancy has me horny as hell and hubby won't do a thing about it. I'm not so far along that it's a bad position for me yet. Do we have a deal? Want to commit adultery with me?" Stacey invited me rather brazenly.

"You bet your sweet ass I want to fuck you. And I will. How about tonight? Katie is at her folks', no doubt riding Desmond very hard. They were both supposed to be there. And I'm glad that you talked me out of dropping Carlita. I'd miss her too much. Just as I'll miss you, I suspect, if we ever end our affair. My place tonight?" I suggested to the MILF.

"Let's do it. Meet you after work and you can fuck me into next Tuesday. It's a deal, Otto. I'll hold you to it," she said as she kissed me on the lips.

"Of course, babe. I'm a man of my word," I wrapped up my lunch as I headed back to my desk in the mall office.

"Good to know," she blew a kiss at me, before walking back to her shop.

I naturally turned around for a chance to stare at her ass for a second. My cock was more than a little hard by now. Stacey had that effect on any red-blooded straight guy. If her husband didn't want her, he had to be gay.