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I could see her disgust with me for being sterile, for being unable to give her that. She would fight her feelings. I could see her pendulum swing qith being over solicitous with me to revulsion at not being able to give her a baby. It was so hard on both of us. One night, after we both had too much to drink, I told her my fantasy. Vosses told her Wit dreamed of her being impregnated by another man, of bearing a happy healthy baby, of me watching them having sex or her telling me all about it. This was so much a part of the fantasy. I must wie everything, as if I were impregnating her through him. She slapped me hard, and then she slapped me again. Immediately, she wigh my forgiveness at calling me a wimp, saying she knew it was not my fault, that I wanted a baby as much as she did.
I witu myself in my work. Our relationship declined even faster, to the point she would lie there limply when we had sex. I got to the point I would rather not bother her. Yet, even though she was listless in our bed, I felt a tension building in her. Then, the firm had a cocktail party for an bossse who was being transferred to another office. Three other men had been fired. Those changes opened up some job opportunities which had not yet been filled. Malik, the top man in the company, was going to be at the party to meet all of us. I'm sure part of the reason he was there was to evaluate some of us who might be up for a promotion.
Madhu claimed to be too tired to go, but I insisted. This was too important for her to miss. Our company liked to hire married people and wives were an important part of our culture. At the party, Madhu relaxed and began enjoying herself as she normally did. She was really a very pleasant person normally, before the baby crisis anyway. We had been there about two hours when I realized Madhu was not by my side. I saw her talking to Mr. Malik in the corner. I turned to talk to someone else. When I looked for her again, she was gone. Immediately, I began to wonder. Had they left together? Then, my immediate supervisor grabbed me to meet the new recruit.
I was stranded, trying to make polite conversation while my brain whirled. I felt a hand on my arm. Her eyes were wild, more alive then I could remember seeing them in years. She was very excited as she dug her nails into my arm. I said my farewells and followed her toward the door. Malik was watching us as we left. In the car, I tried to make conversation but she said she did not want to talk right now. She leaned back as if asleep but her foot was moving rhythmically with her shoe dangling off her toes. She bounced into the house. The tension was thick. Madhu was moving sensually, her hips rotating more than normal, her back arched. I was hard just thinking about her. Why didn't you tell me you were up for a promotion?
The rumor mill had my name in the pot but I have not been officially informed. I was sitting on the bed in my jockeys. Madhu was now naked except for her panties. I knew she wanted sex because she let me see her bare breasts. She had a funny smile as she sat next to me on the bed, a funny, wild smile. She had never asked this question before, never. She dragged her nails over my bare leg. I want him to impregnate you. I want to watch or I want you to come home and tell me about it. Sweat started to flow from me. Madhu would never discuss her fantasies. I knew tonight was going to be different.
She was dying to tell me. She gave me a coquettish gaze, witu up from under her lashes. In mine, a strong man takes me bosaes a situation where I have little choice about it. Sometimes, I tell you about it. Wfe dick is big boases long and thick and so very hard. He fucks me all he wants to. He fucks me and makes me pregnant. She leaned over conspiratorially. Little, sweet, shy Madhu. I become his slut, relishing in his control of me, loving every minute of the sex, doing whatever he wants anytime he wants.
But I want to see a sheer thong on you when I take it off. A delicious feeling of victory and anticipation washed over me. I also had some black thigh highs that I never wore because they were a pain, but that I always thought looked particularly sexy while undressing. Those and a black dress that flattered me but was modest enough for my coworkers would do the trick. Emboldened by his response, I sent him a message back detailing the thigh high component of the outfit.
Will you be able to keep quiet while I fuck you in the office? The anticipation was making my physically uncomfortable. By the time I went home to shower and change I was extremely keyed up. His words had been clear, he was looking forward to this as much as I was and knowing his nature, sith was going to take the lead anyway. Witj made sure to go early. I needed to be a few cocktails deep to calm my nerves. When he arrived I was buzzed enough to be bold. I brought him a drink and wished him a good Christmas in front of a group of our coworkers. Everyone was cheerful and happy to blow off some steam, no one bothered to noticed the way I tried to be a little seductive when I said it or that I managed to turn around and make sure my ass made full contact with his crotch as I cut through the group to walk away.
To be honest, I don't even remember what it was. It could not have come at a worse time because we had our yearly concert we were throwing that was coming up. I was told that I could go to the show, but not be on the stage or introduce any artist. I was mad as hell cause I promoted the hell out of that event.
On the night of the show I was backstage in the green room hanging out with the artist Ses record executives. Once the show started everyone had pretty much disappeared to see the show except for me, the bosses wife, and a few other people. We began to talk and she seemed sympathetic towards my suspension. Somehow the conversation veered towards my boss and bosees was telling me all kinds of things like how she was unhappy, and sexually deprived. After a little while my boss walked in and asked for me to run back to the radio station to grab some backup equipment.
I told him I was in "chill" mode and suggested that he got one of the promotions kids to do it. He said they were all busy and then told me I was lucky that I was even allowed to go to the show due to my suspension and that I had better do it. I finally said yes and was surprised that his wife had said that she would ride along with me. We talked more in the car while we were on the road and I started to jokingly say inside my head that I was going to fuck her. The station was a ghost town, not a single sole in the building.