Trina leaned forward, looking deep into Hugh's eyes, her breasts
pressing against the fabric of her little red push-up style
brassiere. Her blouse was deliberately unbuttoned well past her
cleavage. She had stood in front of her husband, Jon, when Hugh
picked her up at their home, and giggled as she unbuttoned those
buttons, watching her husband's reaction just before she turned, took
Hugh's arm, and walked out the door on our first date.

As the illicit couple walked down the walk headed for Hugh's Audi
Quattro, they heard Jon scream "No Trina! Come back baby!! Come
back to me!" There was a pause, then a much fainter "Oh god, she's
gone," followed by a choked sob.

Making himself concentrate on the present, Hugh's eyes watched her
cleavage stirring as she breathed. Again she inhaled, taking a deep
breath before asking "Hugh honey, Jon described your penis to me so
many times over the last month or so. Can I touch it just so I can
see for myself?"

The couple was sitting in a bar, and a few glasses of wine had
loosened Trina's inhibitions a bit. The fact that they had driven to
a town away from their homes helped as well. Trina was feeling a bit
freer, not expecting to see anyone she knew.

Her diamond ring sparkled in the soft light of the tavern as her
white hand glided toward his crotch. She had not really waited for
his answer. Instead, she assumed that he wanted to prove the size of
his equipment to her.

But Hugh caught her hand, placing it back on her lap. His eyes
flashed at her assuming he was just a pick up.

"Young lady, we have a lot to talk about before we make a decision
about his." Hugh was almost three times her age.

Her full lips set firmly into a pout as she flushed, embarrassed,
unused to not getting her way with any man. Her blond hair, drop
dead good looks, and just-slightly-crossed eyes gave her an
appearance of innocence and softness. But she had, over her life,
subconsciously developed her good looks into a machine that was
focused on getting whatever she wanted. Manipulating her father had
been her learning curve. Then a number of boyfriends had succumbed
to her charms, only to be dumped when they no longer provided her
with what she was grasping for.

Now she wanted a child. Her body was ready to conceive, but it
needed viable sperm. And her husband's was not viable. Tests
completed the week before had confirmed that.

Her push-over husband had been trying throughout their marriage to
talk her into screwing around on him. He craved the vision of seeing
her spread her perfect legs, her pussy opening to accept another
man. Of course the man that was fucking his wife in his fantasies
always had a big thick cock.

Then a few months before the tests, he had started a new job. His
boss and he had worked out at the local gym after work a few times.
And it was there that Jon had seen the size of his boss's cock.

Immediately Jon tried to figure out how to get his boss firmly
ensconced between his wife's thighs. Every time his cock came out of
his pants, Jon's hand involuntarily masturbated it furiously with the
fantasy of his wife fucking his boss's thick cock. His boss's thick
sperm spewing white cock. Virile, thick, wife fucking cock. And of
course his wife was always cumming like a wailing banshee all night
as she was so deftly pleasured by his boss's thick shaft.

But not until the medical tests showed his infertility had he had the
leverage to really make it happen. The couple agreed that they
desperately wanted a baby. And now the easiest way to accomplish
that was to invite another man to fill his wife's womb with his
viable sperm.

And tonight, tonight was the first step in making that long held
fantasy happen.

But Jon had not fully understood how intrigued his wife was about
having other men fuck her perfect body. And to be bred, so that her
husband would raise a child not his own, and willingly help her to
accomplish that, was more than she could ever have wished for. Up
until the tests results came in that is. Now her fantasies could
blossom, ripening into full blown fruit of the womb.

EVERY one would understand NOW. EVERY one now would accept why she
had done it this way. All she had to do now was say, "Well, we
wanted a baby so bad, and Jon was infertile, you know, so I had t
take a lover to conceive."

The fact that her husband had hand picked a man with a huge thick
cock was just icing on her cake of self ingratiation.

But here she was, out on a date with him, and that man was not at all
captivated by her perfect body and drop dead good looks!
He had said NO to her! Of all the NERVE!

That sudden change in events stopped her dead in her tracks.

Hugh smiled tightly at her as she pouted back at him. No man had
said "No" to her in years!

Someone asked her to dance just then. She grinned at Hugh in victory
and left to go to the dance floor.

When she got back, Hugh was gone.

She waited for an hour, becoming more and more upset as time passed.
She turned down three different offers to dance. Finally she called
her husband and demanded he drop everything and come get her.
That night the couple talked again about "Why Hugh?" Why did she
have to be with HIM of all the ungrateful people? He had LEFT her
high and dry and with OUT a ride home!

Jon was secretly delighted by what Hugh had done. He could hardly
wait until the next day to congratulate his boss on having gotten so
thoroughly under his wife's skin.

"So you just got up and walked OUT?" Jon was laughing out loud. He
was thoroughly enjoying this. Hugh had never seen him so tickled.
"You bet! Any woman that accepts a dance without asking her date if
he minds is not dating material to me! Know what I mean?" Hugh was
only half serious. He had been discussing how to best handle this
conceited uppity woman with an intelligent women-of-confidence. They
had mutually agreed that Trina had to be brought down, taught a
lesson. They had to break her of her manipulative ways.

Tough thing to do, but they had enlisted the help of Deni, and with
her help, they felt confident they would be able to accomplish their
goal.