James was angry. So angry. Everything he had worked for had
disintegrated over the past three years. First, he met Victoria on a business
trip to New York City. She worked for another advertising firm, trying to get a
deal for her company. James, ever the charmer, got the deal and managed to land
dinner with Victoria. They flirted, teased and eventually made out. In the back
of his mind, he felt guilty about what he was doing to his wife, but Victoria’s
red lips felt perfect against his mouth. That first trip, all they did was
kiss.
The second trip, they fucked. James finally felt he’d met
his match. Bella was a good wife, but she was too demure. Too perfect. And
never home. When James slammed into Victoria, he was lost to her. Her pussy was
tight, wet and willing. Each following trip to New York, James and Victoria
fucked. He loved it.
That all changed, though, when Victoria called him at his
Chicago office. She was hysterical, explaining that she was pregnant. Four
months pregnant. With James’ baby. He knew that he couldn’t abandon his
mistress. He loved Victoria.
With Bella, it never could be anything more. Yes, they were
married, but their relationship was distant. It was James’ fault. He turned
away from her when she told him of her medical issues and unlikely chance that
they would ever get pregnant. He stayed faithful, until he met Victoria. Now?
She was the mother of his child.
James
Victoria
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