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Warning:  The following story contains graphic descriptions of sex,
nudity, and some violence.  It is designed for ADULTS ONLY!  If such
descriptions offend you, or if you are not 18 or older, stop reading
this now!

The characters in the story are fictitious, as is the story itself.  No
real humans were harmed in the making of this story.  Those who cannot
separate between fiction and reality should not read any further.
****************************

Users and Losers
- by David 2

Bradley K. Smith is his name.

Since he was a child, Brad has enjoyed the pleasure at being first in
everything.  His parents, although not enormously wealthy, had more than
enough money to make sure he had the best in everything.  And they had
enough pull in the community to make sure he was the star of everything
he got into.  Star athlete, student body president, honor roll.. no
matter the category, he always got to be first in everything.

I hate him.

At first, I never really knew why he chose me to be his friend.  When we
were in high school, he made sure to include me in all of his social
circles, even though I could feel the disgust from the other members of
those groups.  I don’t know what he would tell them, but I always
thought he stuck up for me.  It was when I came back to the ten-year
reunion that I learned the real reason.

You see, I found out that the only reason why Brad kept me around was to
make him look good.  I wasn’t as good-looking.  My parents weren’t rich
or influential.  I had to struggle for my grades.  The only thing I was
perfect in was being the perfect measuring stick for him.

Brad once told me that the world is full of users and losers, and that
the only thing that mattered was not being the one who was screwed.  I
didn’t understand it at the time, but eventually I found out who was the
user and who was the loser.

And when it looked like I would luck out in something, Brad wasn’t above
cheating to make me look worse than him.  In college, I managed to get a
date with a sorority girl at the same time that Brad got dumped from his
high school sweetheart.  I got stood up, but the next day word got
around that I was the one who stood her up.  Brad, however, was
certainly there to "comfort" her, and by the following week, they were
an item.

The final straw for me, however, came during midterms for business
ethics class during our junior year.  Brad was the party animal.  There
wasn’t a weekend that he wasn’t blitzed out of his gourd.  In fact, he
partied so hard that year that he completely forgot to prepare for the
midterms.  I aced my exams, while Brad failed his.  But then came word
that someone had "cheated" on their exams, and because I did so well on
my exams, I was implicated.  The exam for that course had to be redone,
giving Brad more time to cram for the re-test and pass it.  I,
meanwhile, was just a hairs breadth away from being expelled for
something I didn’t do.  I found out later on who was responsible for the
phony cheating allegations.  That’s when I knew just how ruthless Brad
could be.

We didn’t see each other after college for a few years, mostly because
by then I was wising up to his motives.  But as fortune would have it,
we ended up working together for the same consultation firm.

Brad, by this time, was their star consultant.  He brought in big bucks
and the best clients.  Of course most of his clients were friends and
associates of his parents, but that fact was irrelevant to his bosses.
They were clients, and that was all that mattered.  I, on the other
hand, had to struggle to get my clients.  It was an endless battle to
prove myself, earning every client I brought in to the company.
Fortunately, Brad and I were working at opposite sides of the building,
so we really didn’t get too involved with each other’s business.  My
workload was certainly heavy enough to make sure my contact with him was
limited.

One day I attended the firm’s Fourth of July picnic.  That was when I
met Brad’s wife, Julie.  Julie was a beauty, but like anything Brad did,
I expected no less!  I knew from the start that Julie was a trophy wife
to him, to go along with the expensive house and equally expensive
cars.  Julie was just there to make him look good, a fact that I
understood all to well when it concerned him.  I wanted to speak with
her, but she never left Brad’s side except when it was time for us to
discuss business with the bosses.

Following that picnic, we were told that the company was going to be
experiencing some hard times.  Essentially, it meant we all had to be at
our peak, or else we’d be laid off.

I figured I was set.  I was just this close to signing a very profitable
client to the firm, and Mrs. Emma Scully, the owner, was coming that
week to meet with me in order to sign the letter of intent.  She’s so
conservative she actually calls Rush Limbaugh a flaming liberal.  And
her money was even older than she was!  So old, in fact, that Brad’s
parents couldn’t even get noticed by her kind.  If I could nail this
contract down, it would finally put me one peg up on Mister Bradley K.
Smith.

Then I came back from lunch.  There was a deathly chill that crept
across my spine as I arrived at my floor.  My secretary met me as I got
off the elevator.

"I’m.. sorry," Kim told me in a hushed voice.  "It happened while I was
out to lunch.  I would have put a stop to it if I knew…"

But I wasn’t paying attention to her.  I saw the gathering at my office
door.  The minute I arrived at the edge of the group, the path opened up
for me to walk in.

Mister Morrison, the chairman of the firm, was there, along with Mrs.
Scully.  Both had grave expressions on their faces.  In front of them
was a half-naked woman, clutching a business jacket in front of her to
cover her up.

"Good of you to finally join us," Morrison said.  "Perhaps you can
explain why you weren’t here when Mrs. Scully arrived, and why this..
woman.. was here in your place, half-naked."

I couldn’t explain it.  And they knew it.

Needless to say, I was out of a job.  The news wouldn’t be official for
another two weeks, but the writing was on the wall that afternoon.  The
deal went south.  A complaint was filed for sexual harassment against me
for hiring a strip-o-gram service.  While I denied hiring the stripper,
Morrison had been given the invoice from the agency that had my name on
it as requestor and recipient.  I was given a choice - resign quietly
with a meager severance package, or stay and be fired for sexual
harassment.  I was informed that I wouldn’t win if I decided to fight
this in court.  All the evidence was against me.  I, of course, chose
the severance package.

It was hard to pack up my belongings.  It was like I was a leper.
Nobody wanted to say two words to me.  Kim was kept busy shuffling my
clients to other offices, so she couldn’t help me.  I had spent five
years with the firm, busting my butt, sacrificing long hours and
weekends to build up what was suddenly taken away from me!

Just then Brad showed up at the doorway.

"Tough luck, huh?" he said.  It was hard to tell whether or not he was
cheerful about it.  "I’m sorry it had to happen to you."

"Yeah," I said as I closed up one box and opened up another box to
fill.  "You wouldn’t happen to know who did it, would you?"

"Me?" he said with a hurt look on his face.  "No.  Why should I?  I
mean, for someone to do THAT to the firm.. it’s.. it’s just plain
despicable!"

Well, I knew he wouldn’t admit to anything, even if he knew who was
responsible.

"I was more concerned about my old college buddy.  Any plans yet?"

I sighed.  "No," I said truthfully.  "I don’t have any plans yet.
Haven’t thought that far ahead."

"Well, if you need help," he said with a cocky grin, "you know where I’m
at!  Jules and I are more than willing to.."

"Thanks," I replied as I finished emptying my center desk drawer in the
box, "but hopefully I’ll figure out what to do over the weekend."

He frowned slightly, then grinned again.  "Well, like I said, if you
ever need help, you know where to find me!"

Two seconds after he left, Kim came in and closed the door.  "Tom, I
didn’t want to tell you this," she said with a nervous tone, "but I
think you should know.. Mister Smith’s secretary was the one who covered
for me that day while I was at lunch."

It suddenly made sense.  Usually, it was Tammy, who worked in the mail
room, who covered for Kim for an hour.  Brad must have gotten his
secretary to cover for Kim instead, giving him the chance to bring the
stripper in.

"That son of a bitch.." I whispered.

It was Brad who ruined my job!  Brad who would keep his own job!  Brad
who would win.. AGAIN!

I fought back tears of anger.  "Thank you Kim," I told her steadily.

But Kim knew what kind of mood I was in.  "Tom.. I was asked not to say
anything about it.  They said it was.. better for everyone.."

I lowered my head.  No, of course the firm would want that fact kept
secret.  They wouldn’t want me to race over there to thrash Brad
senseless for what I know now.

"Thank you Kim," I said again softly.  Seeing I wouldn’t tear out of the
office in a fit of rage, she started to leave.  "Kim, could you do me a
favor?"  She turned and nodded.  "Could you find out if Brad brought in
any new clients in the past year?"

She nodded.  "Sure.  I’ll leave a message on your answering machine at
home.  But I don’t see how that would.."

"Just for my curiosity," I told her.

+ + + + +

By the following Monday, Kim confirmed what I suspected:  Brad hadn’t
brought in any new clients in the past year.  In fact, the rumors were
that some of his clients weren’t happy with how he treated them.  You
had to be an idiot not to suspect that Brad was the one who engineered
my departure in order to save his own job.

Just like in college, Brad resorted to cheating to get his way.  Only
now, it wasn’t a date at stake, it was a multi-million dollar account
and my career.

Kim had another bombshell to give me in the message as well.  Something
I expected would happen.  Just that afternoon, it was announced that
Brad had secured the deal that I was swindled out of.

+ + + + +

It took six months of hard work and three loans, but I managed to start
a small consulting business of my own.  I had to give up my apartment
and spend three months sleeping in the back room of my office, but it
was soon worth it.

It wasn’t easy to get enough of a clientele to make my business
successful.  There were plenty of people who heard about the incident
with the stripper, but most of them also knew that I was a decent guy
who at least cared about improving their businesses.  Once they saw
that, they were willing to retain my services.

Soon I had enough profit to not only live in a nice apartment, but to
also hire over three other people to work for me.  I had talked Kim into
coming over as well.  I knew she was a good secretary, but I later
learned she was just as good a consultant.  She became my fourth
consultant, bringing in even more clients than I imagined.

No matter how many consultants I had working for me, I still enjoyed
getting out into the field and meeting with my clients.  That was how I
came upon an unusual twist of fate.

One of my clients was a fertility clinic/sperm bank.  I had just
finished meeting with the chief administrator there when I saw Julie’s
car pull into the parking lot.  At first I thought I was seeing things.
But it really was Brad’s wife who was showing up at the clinic!

Julie wore dark glasses, scarf, and a big hat, but it wasn’t hard for me
to spot her as she got out of her sports car.  The memory of her when I
saw her at the picnic was so strong, I could probably spot her if she
wore a full Islamic dress with veils.

It was also obvious that she didn’t want to be spotted entering a sperm
bank.  She first pretended she didn’t notice me, but when I waved to her
and said hello, she turned bright red.

"Hi!" I said cheerfully.  "This is certainly a twist.  I didn’t expect
to see you here!"

She flashed a nervous smile.  "Oh.. uh.. hi.  I.. uh.. was just..
waiting for a friend.  She said to meet her here.  Who knew?"  She gave
a weak chuckle, but I easily saw through it.

"That’s not true," I said.  "Is it?"

She frowned, then took off her glasses.  There was a look I never would
have expected in her eyes - fear.  There was something she was terrified
of.

"Can.. can we go someplace to talk?" she asked me.

I picked out a quiet diner just up the road from the clinic.  I’ve eaten
there before, and I knew that it was someplace where we could talk
quietly.

Once the waitress brought us coffee, Julie told me her problem.  It
seemed that she and Brad had been trying to have a child for three years
now, but to no avail. Brad, apparently, was convinced that the problem
was somehow with her.  They’ve gone to fertility clinics, and she had
been tested three different times.  She had been taking fertility drugs,
cycled their sex with ovulation schedules, and did everything possible
for her to get pregnant.  Meanwhile, the parents from both families were
pestering them for news of a pending grandchild.  Brad’s parents,
especially, were hard on Julie.  They believed Brad’s claims that the
problem was with her.

"I know it’s not me," she told me.  "I’ve even got the doctor’s report.
It’s… him."

I had to suppress a chuckle.  Brad, mister perfection, was impotent?
Mister Alpha-Male’s fish don’t swim?  But apparently Julie wasn’t
thrilled by my sudden outburst.

"Sorry," I said as I covered up my mouth.  "Aw.. jeez.. I’m sorry
Julie.  I didn’t mean to.."

She set down her coffee.  "No.  No, I should have expected more from
you.  You were, after all, his friend."

"You’re right," I said.  "I’m sorry.  So, the two of you decided to go
to a sperm bank?"

She looked down.  "No.  That was my idea.  He doesn’t even know about
it.  He doesn’t care how I do it, as long as it gets done quickly so he
can tell his parents that it’s done."

"And he doesn’t even want to get involved?  Some husband!"

She continued to stare down at her coffee.  "Yeah, well.."

I put my hand on top of hers.  "Listen, I know you don’t know me too
well, but I hope you believe me when I say that I won’t say a word about
this to anyone.  If there is any way I can help, just let me know.
Okay?"

She gave a weak smile.  "Thank you Tom."

I took a look at the clock at the end of the diner.  "I’ve got to get
back to the office," I said softly.  "But I want to keep in touch with
you.  Do you mind if I call you tomorrow morning to see how you are
doing?"

She nodded sadly, then we both headed to our respective vehicles after
exchanging phone numbers.  I knew she wasn’t going to go back to the
sperm back, at least not today.  Our talk had pushed her well past her
appointment, so she’d have to reschedule it.

I cursed as I drove back to the office.  Mostly at Brad than at anyone
else.  It was bad enough to ruin my life, but to do it to his own wife
as well was despicable!

But then I had a thought go through my mind that was just as despicable.

+ + + + +

The next morning, I called Kim and told her that I would be taking care
of some business and that I wouldn’t be in until the afternoon.  Then I
called Julie and told her I had a solution to her dilemma, and that she
should meet me at the apartment if she was interested.

She had arrived around noon.  I let her in and offered her some lunch I
was making.  She declined.  It was clear that she was nervous about
being here, as if she knew what I was going to ask her.

She stood around the kitchen as I finished making my sandwich.  "You
sure you don’t want one?" I asked her.

She nodded.  "Yes, I’m sure."

"Very well," I said as I put the sandwich away for the time being.  "Can
I at least get you something to drink?  Water, maybe?"

She closed her eyes.  "Look, can we get to the matter at hand?"

"Of course," I said as I showed her to the dining table.  I waited until
we both sat down before I continued.  "The problem is simple:  you both
want a baby, and Brad can’t get you pregnant.  So.."

"So," she continued, "you think the only solution is for me to sleep
with someone so I will get pregnant.  Preferably you.  Right?"

"Perceptive," I told her.

"I may be Brad’s trophy wife, but that doesn’t make me an idiot.  What
makes you think I’ll WANT to sleep with someone else?  I can go to the
clinic and get the same results."

"Yes," I replied, "but they also leave a paper trail.  Trust me, that
one clinic you had an appointment with is one of my clients, and I know
they have tons of paperwork that they require prospective patients to
fill out before even being considered.  Not to mention the costs of such
a procedure, which will leave another paper trail."  I watched her
frown.  She didn’t really think about those things.  "Sure, you could
pay in cash, but even that would leave questions not only with the
clinic but also with your own bank account.  After all, how could you
explain such a large transfer of funds into cash?"

She put her hands up to her face.  After a few seconds of silence, she
looked at me and replied, "All right.  You win.  What do you want?"

"It’s real simple," I told her.  "Are you still keeping track of your
ovulation cycles?"

She nodded.  "I’ll be good from tomorrow to next week."

"Okay.  Starting tomorrow, you will come by here around noontime.
We’ll.. do it.. every day from now until next week, or until you’re
pregnant."  I found it hard to say the words, but she knew what I
meant.  "You have a female friend you can trust?"

She nodded again.  "Yes," she said softly.

"Good.  You’ll go to her house and have her drop you off here around
noon.  She’ll come back and get you around.. let’s say one o’clock for
now.  You don’t have to tell her anything about what we’re doing for the
week.  Deal?"

"What about after I’m pregnant?" she asked.

"That’s up to you," I said.  "Once you’re pregnant, it’s up to you how
you want to handle it.  You want to tell Brad?  Fine.  You want to keep
it silent?  That’s fine too."

She kept silent for a minute.  I didn’t know how she would handle this.
She could just get up and leave at any moment.  She could tell Brad that
I propositioned her.  But then what was she supposed to do afterwards?
She wants to get pregnant, and Brad could care less how it was done as
long as it was done.

She got up from the table.  "Fine," she said with finality.  "I’ll be
here tomorrow at noon.."

I waited until she was halfway to the door.  "You’re forgetting
something," I said.  "You agreed to do it from NOW until next week."

She stopped and sighed.  "Can’t we just start this tomorrow?"  Then she
threw up her arms in resignation.  "AAAgh!  All right!  Let’s do it and
get it over with!"

I walked up to her, carefully eyeing her up and down.  She had on a
light blue dress with two straps over her shoulders.  Sandals on her
feet.  No bra.

As I approached her, her eyes went wide with fear and uncertainty.  She
didn’t know what I was going to do to her.  I could feel myself stirring
with power.  This was Brad’s wife, his trophy!  I got within inches of
her face.  I could see her lips quiver.  She started breathing in short
spurts, preparing for anything.

My first instinct was to kiss her.  But as I moved my mouth towards
hers, she quickly turned her head aside, her short blond hair whipping
the outside of my nose and lips.  So she wanted to play that way, I told
myself…

We were positioned between the dining room and the living room.  The
love seat was just behind her.  I spun her around and pushed her over
the back of the love seat.

"AAH!" she squealed as she found herself bent over.

I moved my hands up the outside of the thighs, pulling the bottom of her
dress up to her hips.  A pair of white panties welcomed me.  I ran my
hands across her panty-covered butt, feeling the firmness of her
aerobic-toned cheeks.  I could hear her hyperventilate as she finally
realized that I was serious about what I was going to do.

By the time I pulled the white fabric down and exposed her creamy white
ass, I was rock hard in anticipation.  It took a minute longer than I
expected to unfasten my pants and free my cock.  But once freed, I
aligned it with the folds of her pussy and shoved my way in.

"OH JESUS!" she shrieked as she felt me slam into her.

I eased the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and through her arms,
then reached into the top of her dress and pulled it down, freeing her
well-developed tits for me to grab hold of.

"AAGH!" she cried in protest as she felt the fabric brush off her
breasts.

But I didn’t give her any time to think about what I did.  I started
pumping her hard and fast, grabbing hold of her tits with both hands.
Her breasts felt like pillows between my fingers.

"OH JESUS.. UGH!.. slow down… please… it hurts!… UUUGGHHH!"

I didn’t slow down.  I continued to pump her as hard and as fast as I
could.  With each thrust, the thought came through my mind that this was
Brad’s wife I was fucking.  Brad, who took my job away from me.  Brad,
who destroyed my reputation.  Brad, who took everything I cherished and
made it his own!  And this was Brad’s trophy!  His pride and joy, being
fucked like a common whore!

I shuddered as I climaxed inside her, letting loose a primal yell of
victory at finally being able to enact a level of revenge against
Bradley K. Smith!

As I could feel every spurt of sperm enter her unprotected womb, I
savored the thought of Brad’s reaction when he eventually realizes that
I had something he never could have.  The realization that I could give
his wife a baby, when he could only shoot blanks.  A useless man.
Worthless.

But then I heard something I didn’t even think about.. I heard Julie
crying underneath me.  I didn’t even think about Julie being a woman as
I fucked her.  I just used her like a tool.  Jesus, what kind of monster
did I become?

I tried to say something to comfort her.  What could I say?  "I’m sorry"
just didn’t seem adequate.

As I felt my cock soften, I slowly pulled out of her and stepped back.
She sniffled as she pulled her panties back up to her hips, then fixed
the top of her dress, but left the straps hanging underneath her arms.

She turned towards me, mascara running with the tears down her face.

"Do you really hate him that much?" she asked between sniffs.  "Do you
really hate him that much to hurt me like that?"

What could I say?  I did hate Brad.  I hated him for what he did to me.
But I didn’t even consider what I was doing to Julie.

"I.. I don’t know," I finally said.

She turned around and hurried out the door to her car.  I watched
through the living room window as she spent the next ten minutes crying
before starting the car and leaving.

+++++

I doubted whether or not Julie would hold to our little agreement after
what I did to her the other day.  If she decided to stay home and never
see me again, I would have understood.  Still, I decided to stay home
that afternoon, handling as many clients as possible from my office
before noontime.

Then I heard the doorbell ring.  It was Julie.

Julie stood in the doorway wearing a red blouse and black knee-length
skirt.  She had a stern poker face, with very little makeup.

"I am a woman of my word," she said as a way of a greeting.  "I may not
like it, but I said I would do this, so let’s get it over with."

I gestured for her to come in.  She walked by me and began to unbutton
the cuffs of her blouse.

"I want to say I’m sorry for what.."

"There’s nothing to say," she said with a tone of anger in her voice.
"Whatever reason you have to hate Brad is yours.  I have my reasons for
being here.  So let’s just fuck and get it over with.  The sooner this
is over, the better."

I started to move towards the kitchen.  "Can I get you anything to eat
or drink before we.."

"LOOK!" she said as she pulled off her gold watch.  "I don’t want
anything to eat or drink!  I just want you to fuck me like we agreed to
and get this over with!"  She slid off her heels.  "Can you get that
through your skull?"

"Fair enough," I said as I kicked off my shoes.  "No frills, just
fucking, right?  Fine."

I watched her as we both undressed.  Seeing her remove her clothing
piece by piece got me hard.  I really didn’t know why.  Maybe it was
just the fact that no matter what she wanted, she was willing to let me
fuck her so she could have the child her parents and her in-laws wanted.

Julie neatly folded her blouse and skirt on the sofa.  Then she began to
remove her pantyhose, pulling them down past her ass, then sitting down
at the edge of the sofa to remove them off her legs.  Once that was
removed, she reached behind her and removed her bra and threw that on
top of her clothes.

Once naked, she stood up and took a look at me for the first time
undressed.  I didn’t know what she expected, but I don’t think she
expected me to look as fit as I did.  I mean, I’m no Adonis, but I
certainly wasn’t out of shape either.  I also noticed that her eyes
didn’t move from my eight-inch cock.  It was pretty thick.  An old
girlfriend once told me I had the thickest cock she had ever seen.

Julie kept her eyes down on my cock.  "Uh.. where.. where do you want
to.. uh.. do this?"

She kept her stare down as my cock approached her.  Then with a finger
under her chin, I turned her glance up long enough for me to kiss her on
the lips.  She reacted with surprise.

"Right here," I said softly.  "On the floor."

I guided her down to the carpet.  Her eyes were locked on my thick log,
mine on her full breasts.  She was transfixed on my cock as I spread her
legs apart, then reached for a pillow.

"Raise your ass up," I told her.

Silently she complied, raising her ass up long enough for me to stick
the pillow underneath her.  The pillow raised her hips high enough so
that when I come, my sperm will go into her fertile womb.  Then I placed
the head of my cock at the entranceway of her pussy.

"Ready?" I asked.

She nodded.

I slowly slid my cock into her.  She moaned as I slowly fed every inch
of my thick rod into her warm pussy.  I had taken a whole new
perspective into this affair.  This time, I wasn’t fucking Brad’s trophy
wife.  This time, I was fucking Julie, a very beautiful woman whose only
mistake was marrying a loser asshole like Brad.

She didn’t say a word, only moaned as I slowly began to bring my cock in
and out of her.  She didn’t want to speak.  She didn’t want to say two
words to me after what I did to her the last time we fucked.  She just
wanted it done and over with.

We both moved in silence, our breathing serving as our only indication
of how close each of us were from climaxing.  From my count, Julie had
climaxed silently at least once underneath me.  Then I let loose a low,
soft moan as I climaxed inside of her.

We lay there, my cock inside of her, my sperm dripping it’s way down to
her womb.  Thousands of baby-makers ready to do their job.  I rested my
head between her ample breasts, the warmth of her body and the soft
sounds of her breathing feeling peaceful.

"I hate you," she said softly.

"No you don’t," I said.  "You wouldn’t have agreed to this if you hated
me.  You hate him for causing this to happen."

"Yes…"  A minute later she added, "I hate him."

+++++

The rest of the week was pretty much the same.  I got much of the office
work done at home, making the occasional trip to the office to keep up
the appearances.  Julie and I fucked every day at noon.  We’d both get
undressed, then I would fuck her, climax inside of her, wait a few
minutes inside her, and then we’d get dressed and she’d go back to her
life as a trophy wife to the man we now both hated.

But it was what happened in between that time of fucking and her going
back to that phony life that changed.  It started on the third day.
Every so often as we fucked, we would kiss.  Softly, casually, almost
like a kiss between close friends.  But with each session, we got that
much more intimate with each other.  After sex, we also began to have
brief conversations as we lay there with my cock still inside her.  It’s
not like we were going anyplace for a few minutes anyways.  But even
afterwards, we started having brief conversations as we were getting
dressed.  By the fourth day, this led to a light lunch afterwards.

But day four was also a Friday.  I really hadn’t planned on how to
handle her coming over on Saturday and Sunday.  Not that I had any
plans, mind you, but it would be damn hard for Julie to explain to Brad
how she needed to go see her friend every day this week AND on Saturday
and Sunday as well.

This was something I wanted to bring up, but Julie beat me to it.

"He’ll be at a weekend seminar," she said as we finished our lunch.  We
had made a rule not to discuss Brad by name.  We simply referred to Brad
in the third person in our conversations.  "I want to use that time for
us to.. get to know each other more."

I was elated.

"But," she continued, "his parents have got some society function they
want me to attend.  They don’t trust me being alone all weekend."

"I see…" I said.  "When is it?"

"It’s at night, but I’m sure Helena wants to take me shopping or
something like that."  Helena is Brad’s mom.  Very snobbish.  Every time
I was around her I felt like I was shit waiting to be flushed down the
toilet.  I can imagine the kind of things Julie must go through just
being related by marriage to the woman.

"Could you say you’ll meet her at the boutique?" I suggested.

"I could," she said, pondering the idea.  "At least I could have more of
a time frame for us to work with.."

+++++

The next day, Julie arrived at the door bright and early at nine.  She
had a box of doughnuts in one hand and an overnight bag in the other.

"Morning!" she said cheerfully as she walked in.  "I figured after lunch
yesterday, that I should at least provide breakfast."

I was still dressed in shorts and a bathrobe.  I’m not usually a morning
person on weekends.  Matter of fact, she was lucky to find me up and out
of bed by nine.

"Do you mind if I.."

She gave me a sly smile, as though she was going to suggest something
else.  Then said "Don’t take too long, okay?"

Well, I jumped in the shower quickly and put on some sweats and a tee.
When I got back out of the bedroom, Julie was sitting at the dining room
table, having a cup of coffee and munching on a plain doughnut.

I noticed she had on a sports jersey and white leggings.  Certainly not
something someone like her would wear for an afternoon of shopping with
her mother-in-law.

"What’s with the overnight bag?" I asked.

"I told Helena I’d meet her at the boutique at two.  I figured I could
change clothes here.. afterwards… so we could have more time for.. you
know."

"Oh," I said as I sat down at the adjoining corner of the table.  She
handed me a cup of coffee.  "Thank you."  Then a doughnut.  "Thank you
again.  This is more than what I usually have for breakfast."

"Oh?  And what do you usually have?"

"Lunch."

We both laughed.  I could tell she hadn’t laughed like that in a while.
She set down her own cup of coffee and played with a loose strand of
hair.

"If only.." she mussed.

"What?" I asked as I was about to take a sip of my coffee.

"If only I met you four years earlier," she said seriously.  "I wouldn’t
have married him."

I did a double-take.  "Are you serious?"

She nodded shyly.  "You’re.. different.  I see that now.  You know what
it’s like for me at home?  When he’s there, it’s dinner ready, work was
hell, gotta fuck now so we can have his child.  Gotta go here, gotta go
there.  Gotta make this appearance.  Gotta be at that dinner party.  And
when he’s not there, it’s his parents calling, my parents calling..
Where’s their grandchild?  Why aren’t I pregnant yet?  What have I been
doing wrong?  I.."

She let out a short sigh, then continued.  "Anyways… Earlier this week,
I thought you were just some asshole with a grudge.  Get back at him by
fucking me.  But there’s more to that, isn’t there?"

It was my turn to close my eyes.  I paused for a moment to gather what I
was going to say.  "I won’t lie to you, Julie.  I was attracted to you
from the moment I met you.  I don’t know what was going through my mind
earlier that week.. except to think I was just getting back at him for
all the things he did to me.  I didn’t.. I never wanted to hurt you,
Julie.  I hope you believe me when I say that."

I put my hand on hers.  We made eye contact.  Our lips made contact in
the middle of the table.

Without saying a word, we stood up and made our way to my bedroom.  Our
hands explored each others bodies for the first time as we undressed and
fell on top of the unmade bed.

We continued to say nothing as I got on top of her and gently inserted
my cock into her waiting body.  We weren’t making a baby.  We were
making love.  We moved slowly, passionately.  There was no rush this
time.  No need to hurry.  The only sounds we made were the sounds of our
breathing as we both came to a climax.

Afterwards, we both lay there in bed.  My mouth was on her breast.  She
leaned over to look at the clock on my nightstand.  It wasn’t even
eleven.

Then she broke the silence.

"I think.. I think we just went beyond the arrangement."

I took my mouth off her nipple.  "I guess we did.  So… what now?"

She gently ran her fingers through my hair.  "I don’t know."

We spent another hour in bed, holding each other.  We didn’t say a
word.  We simply explored each other’s bodies.  It was a strange
feeling, not saying anything, just letting our hands do all the
conversing.  But eventually I had climbed on top of her again and we
slowly made love one more time.

Afterwards, we looked at the clock.  It was almost one.  Julie said she
had to meet with her mother-in-law at two.

"I have to get ready," she said with a sense of urgency.  I could tell
in her voice that she didn’t want to leave.

I nodded, then watched as she moved her naked body into the dining room
to get her overnight bag, then into the bathroom.  As I got dressed
again, I thought about what we were going through.  When I came up with
the idea of getting Julie pregnant, I had no idea that I would start to
develop feelings for her.  Sure, I was attracted to her.  Who wouldn’t?
I mean, she’s beautiful.  But to start to fall in love with her?  Who
knew?

When she got out of the bathroom, she was dressed in an expensive ivory
blouse and dark blue pants.  She had on some makeup, certainly some
blush and lipstick.  She grabbed her purse and began to head out the
door.

"Uh.. can I call you tomorrow afternoon?" she asked almost in passing.

"Yes," I heard myself reply.

She walked back towards me and gave me a quick kiss.  Then she backed
away and headed out the door.  I watched her again in silence as she
headed into her car.  She seemed to sit there for a few minutes, once
again crying.  I could only assume that she was feeling the same things
I was, and that it was tearing her up inside.

I don’t remember what I did for the rest of the day.  I know I worked on
some stuff that was piling up on my desk.  All during the week, I let
the day-to-day operations pile up, while I concentrated on the important
things.  Now, that stuff was beginning to haunt me.  And yet, I couldn’t
put Julie out of my mind.

++++++

I waited on pins and needles for Julie to call me.  I’ve never felt this
way about someone, and it concerned me.  I certainly didn’t expect to
fall in love with her.  Fuck her, sure, but not fall for her.

The phone rang, and I nearly jumped out of my skin trying to get it.

"We need to talk," she said.

"You can come here.." I started to say.

"No," she interrupted.  "Someplace neutral.  We need.. to talk."

We agreed to meet at the diner again.  It was a Sunday afternoon, so it
wouldn’t be crowded.  When I arrived, she was already seated in the
corner booth.  I sat down and a waitress brought me a cup of coffee.

"Okay," I said after the waitress left.  "So?"

She gave a faint smile.  "I.. I think I’m.. pregnant."

"Oh.." I said.  I felt my heart fall as she said it.

"At least, when I took that instant test, it said I could be pregnant,"
she said quickly.  "I still have to check with my doctor.  But if it’s
true.."

"Then we just completed what we set out to do," I said grimly.  "You
don’t have to come by every noontime.  You can go back to being his
full-time wife."

She looked down at her cup.  "Yeah.. I guess."

"You should be happy," I said.

She put her hand on mine and looked up at me.  "Oh I am, I am.  About
being pregnant, that is."

"But not about being his wife?" I suggested.

She kept her gaze at me.  "No.." she said in almost a whisper.

"So.. what now?"

"I don’t know," was the only response she could provide.

+++++

We agreed to go our separate ways for now.  Not that we wanted to, but
because we had to keep the appearances.  But apparently Julie couldn’t
stay away.  A week after we left the diner, she phoned me to tell me
what had happened.

True enough, Julie was pregnant.  The news apparently was like a godsend
to her parents and in-laws.  She was inundated with advice and talk
about what a great mother she’d be.  Brad was supposedly boasting about
becoming a father at my old workplace.  Everything he wanted, he got.
Again.

But I could tell Julie wasn’t overjoyed by it all.

"How are you doing?" I asked her.

"Oh.. I’m happy!" But then I heard her moan.  "No, I’m not.  It’s like
I’m carrying the whole world inside me.  Everyone’s giving me advise and
talking about what to eat, what to do, what to wear, what not to do..  I
mean, everyone!  My parents, his parents, my friends.. OOOHH!!"

"Everyone?"

There was a pause on the phone.  "No.. everyone, except you.  Listen,
can.. can I see you?  I just need to get away from all this trouble for
a little while."

What can I say?  "Yes," I replied.

An hour later, she was at my front door.  "Hi."

"Hi."  I gestured her to come in.  "Can I get your coat?"

She turned around to face me.  Her blue eyes gazed through to my soul.
"Tell me something before I do.. Do you think I’m beautiful?"

"Of course," I told her.  "You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve met in
my life."

She blushed as she smiled.  "Thank you.  I needed to hear that."  She
untied the belt of her tan coat and opened it.  She wore nothing
underneath.  "Now I need you to prove it."

Before the jacket hit the floor, we were embraced.  We both started
pulling my clothes off.  I don’t remember how we were able to get my
pants off without me falling, but somehow within seconds I was just as
naked as she was.

I brought my mouth down to her ample breasts, sucking on one nipple,
then moving to the next.  Then I traced my tongue down to her belly,
moving the tip around her navel.  She almost purred in pleasure as I
brought my mouth down to the dark mound between her legs.

"Oh god," she murmured as I began to nibble on her clit, "I’ve been
dying for you to do that to me!"

She grabbed hold of my head with both hands as I slowly brought her to
climax.  I could feel her whole body shudder, and the taste of her sweet
juices as she peaked.  She grabbed hold of my head as she writhed
underneath me.

A few minutes later, I was inside her again, pushing my cock deep within
her. This time, we didn’t even try to contain our pleasures.  The room
echoed with the sounds of our cries.

We lay there on the floor, amidst my clothes and her discarded jacket.
The sweat on her body reflected off the living room lights, making her
body glow.

"We shouldn’t have done this," she said after catching our breath.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because it’s.. wrong.." she said.

"It wasn’t wrong when you wanted to get pregnant."

"That’s different.  There was a reason why I wanted to have a baby with
you.  But, now that it’s over and I’m pregnant.. I shouldn’t have come
here."

"Then why did you?" I asked her.

She put a hand on her flat, pregnant belly.  She didn’t show it, but she
realized that she had something special inside her now.  Something I
helped create.

"I guess I needed to feel like a woman again," she finally said.  "For a
whole week I felt like I was treated like some life support for my
child.  I just needed to get away from it for a little while."

We lay there in silence for a few minutes before I said anything.

"You know we’ll have to stop seeing each other."

"I know," she said as she stared seriously into my eyes.  "I know.  We
don’t want to make anyone suspicious."

"Your friend.. I never asked about her.  Does she know?"

"No," she replied.  "Actually, I only had her drop me off and pick me up
twice.  The other times, I parked my car just around the corner and
walked over.  She never really asked why."

She stared up at the clock on the living room wall.  "I can’t stay
long.  I’ll have to leave in a little while."

"Then we had best make the time last," I said as I brought a hand to her
breast.

We eventually made our way to the bedroom, where we made love for two
hours.  We brought each other to the peak, then nuzzled in the afterglow
before going at it again.  We weren’t just making love.  We were saying
good-bye to each other.

+++++

Months passed.  Despite our promise to never see each other again, we
did call each other on occasion.  It was always when we were both
alone.  Julie felt ever more alone now that she was getting larger and
larger.  Her friends and parents only served to remind her that she was
going to give birth to Brad’s child, even though we both knew it was
really ours.

I tried to take my mind off Julie during that time.  I dated other
women, but nobody could hold a candle to the vision that I remembered
Julie to be.  They were just too shallow.. or too vain.. or just not as
attractive.  Even Julie tried to find someone to take my mind off her.
She had a few single friends, but those that weren’t already seeing
other guys were jaded from bad relationships to even consider someone
like me.  After six months, we both accepted the fact that there was a
strong connection between us that extended beyond the child she was
carrying.

"I love you," I finally admitted over the phone.

"And I love you," she replied.  "But it’s wrong.  We shouldn’t be saying
these things."

"I know."

There was a long pause.

"I have to go," she finally said.  "He’ll be home soon."

Brad.  It always went back to Brad.  Brad, the "perfect husband."  Brad,
the man who could do no wrong.  Brad, the man who made my life
miserable.  Brad, who married the woman I love, and for all intents and
purposes, will be the father of my child.

I poured myself into my job.  I needed to get Julie out of my mind, and
working overtime on my clients seemed to do the trick for me.  After
all, I had a small consulting firm to run, and I was starting to get lax
on my duties.

+++++

"Beep!  Tom?  This is Julie.  I felt you should know.. We have a son.
He was born yesterday morning.  His name is Kevin.  I’ll be brining him
home tomorrow.  Beep!"

Julie’s message on the answering machine echoed in my head as I made the
trek to the Smith house.  My mind was awash with a million thoughts.
Should I even be there?  What will I do once I see the child I helped
bring into the world?  Or the woman whom I still could not get out of my
mind?

The gathering was far from small.  As was typical for the Smith family,
every little moment was a social celebration, filled with the finest in
society who simply wanted to use the opportunity to network.  I suppose
that’s what I should have been doing, but all the while, I was biding my
time to see Julie and Kevin.

I felt my skin crawl as I shook hands with Brad.  He was beaming with
joy.  This was his day.

"Congrats Brad," I said cordially, putting on a plastic smile.

"Thanks," he said proudly.  "I appreciate you coming over to see this.
How goes your business?"

"It’s progressing," I said truthfully.  "We’re picking up a few new
clients every month."

"Any problems with turnaround?" he asked with a hint of curiosity.

"Not from us," I said with a grin.  "Most of the new clients we get are
from folks who are dissatisfied with other consultant companies."  I
then bit my lip to prevent myself from blurting out that most of them
were pissed of at my former employers.

He got a bit uncomfortable with that answer.  "Well, I’ve got to take
care of some other guests.  Please, help yourself to some refreshments,
okay?"

"Sure."

About another half hour of mingling, I finally spotted Julie talking to
some other guests.  She realized that I was there, but quickly averted
any contact with me.  Every chance I had to see her, someone else would
get her attention.

Finally, I saw her head towards the kitchen.  I followed her in there.
She appeared to be surprised that I would follow her.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," she replied sheepishly.  "I.. I’m glad you came."

"Are you?" I asked.

She looked down at her pink blouse.  Her belly was still swollen, and
her breasts were already starting to fill with milk for Kevin.  "No..  I
was hoping you wouldn’t come.  I didn’t want you to see me like this."

"Why?"

She kept her eyes down at herself.  "Because.. because it’s not right."

"Then why leave me that message?"

"It felt right," she replied simply.  "After all you’re…"

She let the answer trail off.  She didn’t want to say the words.  She
didn’t want to say that I was Kevin’s father, even we both knew that was
the case.

But then we heard a sound.  The door was open and Helena walked
through.  It’s hard to describe Helena to those of you who have never
seen a "Stepford Pod-person" before.  Basically, she’s had so much of
her body toned, stretched, pulled and made-over that she could barely
pass as a real human being now.  I guess being one of the newly rich
does that to some folks. Her collagen-injected lips grew thin as she saw
the two of us.

"Oh.. Hello Thomas."  She took a drag of her cigarette.  "Julie, dear, I
think you should check in on your son."

Julie continued to look down.  "Yes, of course."

Helena lingered just long enough to give me a despicable look before
heading back out.  She always looked down at me, even when I was a
teenager.  But now.. did she overhear us?  She wasn’t above
eavesdropping, that much I know.  She’s rather notorious in the
community as a snoop.

Julie kept her head down.  "I.. I think I had best check up on Kevin."

She left me in the kitchen.

+++++

I can’t tell you everything that happened two days later, mostly because
I don’t remember it all.  So this is an account based partly on what I
remember and what other people told me happened.

My day started rather ordinarily.  I was going over some notes when I
saw the door open.  Brad walked through.

"Brad," I said, a bit startled to see him in my office.  "This is a
surprise.  I.."

I don’t remember much of what happened after that.  I could faintly
remember that he had something in his hand when he came through the
door.  The last thing I could consciously remember was that he swung
something in his hand, then I felt the pain from my head.  According to
Kim, he had stormed into the office before anyone could say two words,
and that he carried a baseball bat.

"Fuck MY WIFE?" he screamed as he stood over my bleeding body.  "You
think you have the fucking BALLS to fuck MY WIFE, you son of a bitch?"

Kim said that the police were already called when Brad picked me up off
the floor and threw me through the glass divider that separated my
office from the rest of the room.  Everyone else in the office stayed
away from Brad.  Most of the office staff were women, and the two guys
that were there were absolutely terrified of what might happen to them
if they crossed Brad.

"Get up!" he screamed over my prone body.  "Get up, you son of a bitch!
I’m not through with you yet!"

My head was bleeding from the broken glass and the laceration Brad
initially gave me.

"Please," Kim pleaded, "leave him alone.  Haven’t you done enough?"

He pointed the bat menacingly at her.  "Shut the fuck up, you slut!  You
don’t know what this bastard did to me, to my name, to my whole family!
I took this loser in under my wing in high school, and how do you think
he repays me?  By raping my wife and having a bastard son from her!"

"That’s not true…" I reportedly mumbled through the pain.  "I never
raped her.. you couldn’t have kids.."

Whatever thin shred of sanity that remained in Brad snapped at that
moment.  He started kicking me in the head, in the side, and in the
balls.  "SHUT UP!" he screamed wildly.  "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BASTARD!
GODDAMN PIECE OF SHIT.. LOWLIFE TRASH.. FUCKING RAPIST!  I’LL KILL YOU!
I’LL KILL YOU!"

By that time, the police had shown up and arrested Brad for aggravated
assault.

I awoke in the hospital, with my head in stitches, one eye still swollen
shut, and a couple of broken ribs.  My balls were also swollen from the
pain, and it was hard for me to pee for a few days.

That day marked the beginning of the end for Mister Bradley K. Smith.
Kim’s observations of the incident led to his criminal conviction.  He
only got a year, suspended, thanks to his attorneys.  But his hell was
just starting.

Julie soon left him and filed for divorce.  With Brad’s name turned into
mud, she really didn’t have too much of a reason to stay with him. Even
her parents were suddenly apologetic about how they pressured her to
marry him.  Apparently he was quite abusive towards her just before and
after his arrest.  He didn’t hurt her physically, but he threatened to.
Brad’s lawyers tried to portray Julie as a slut, but the jury instead
believed her claims of mental cruelty and threats of physical violence
after the party.

My lawyers then sued Brad for assault and slander.  His attack on me did
chase away two potential customers that were in the office at the time.
His lawyers tried to settle quietly, but not without having him pay
through the nose for my hospital bills, the damage to my business, and
for threatening my staff.

Just as his lawyers signed the settlement papers, Brad was fired from
his job.  It seems while going through some spending invoices, a
suspicious credit card purchase surfaced concerning that strip-o-gram
service.  While the invoice was in my name, the purchase was made with
the company credit card issued to Brad.  I don’t know how Kim managed to
pull that one off, but I’m thankful she did.  Mister Morrison even sent
me a formal letter of apology, just to make sure I don’t sue my former
employers for wrongful termination.  Not that I had any plans to do
that, mind you.  I’ve found that running my own consulting firm was
revenge enough.

I met Julie again a year after the settlement.  We had talked before, on
the phone, but it was the first time she and I were seeing each other in
person since the party.  She looked good.  She let her hair grow out a
little bit, so now it was just touching her shoulders.  She said she was
working as a sales girl at a clothing store.  Her parents looked after
Kevin while she worked, and that things were going along fine.

Six months after that, Julie and I got married.  It took a little longer
to get the courts to change Kevin’s last name to mine, but once it was
explained I was his real father and not Brad, things went without a
hitch.

And Bradley K. Smith?  Well, after the settlement, he was pretty much
out of money, and pretty much unemployable in his current profession.
His parents loaned the legal talent, but eventually even they cut him
off.  Someone once said Brad was living at some spiritual retreat,
trying to rebuild his life.

I chuckled at the thought of seeing Brad cleaning toilets.  A little
more than a year ago, he was at the top of his game.  He had a career
that was secure, a life that was enviable, and a wife that was to die
for.  Now, he had nothing.  He was nothing.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

The sight of Julie stepping out of the shower brought me back to the
present.  Although three months pregnant, she still looked absolutely
ravishing to me.

"Just thinking," I told her.  "About the past."

"About.. him?"

We both laughed.  We still only refer to Brad in the third person.

"Yes, him.  Do you ever wonder what things would’ve been like if we
didn’t…?"

"If you didn’t offer to have sex with me?" she asked as she toweled off
her big breasts.  "Probably would’ve gone through with the
insemination.  Had the child, and be miserable for the rest of my life
because I was just some trophy wife who would’ve become a trophy
mother."  She moved the towel down to dry off her swollen belly, then to
her legs.  "And you?  What would it have been with you?"

I thought about that for a moment.  "I probably would’ve done fine.  My
business would’ve continued to grow to where it is today.  But it
wouldn’t be the same without you in it."

Then I felt her warm body as she crept up behind me, and placed a hand
down under my boxers.  "You know, Kevin is still with my parents.  And
we don’t have to be at the party on time.."

Brad once said in college that the world was full of users and losers,
and that the only thing that mattered was not being the one who was
screwed.  How ironic that in the end, he would lose out on everything
that mattered to him the most.

As my wife led me by my cock to the bedroom, I thought one more time
about the guy who made all of this possible.  The guy who had it all,
and then lost it all through no fault other than his own ego.  Bradley
K. Smith was his name.

I feel sorry for him.



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