The news that Laura was pregnant with my child wasn't really a surprise despite the fact it still hit me hard. While we stood on opposite sides of the fence dividing our backyards I wanted so much to take her in my arms and calm the fears that had to be running rampant through her mind. But that would be impossible, mainly because our respective kids were outside playing together and there was the fact that her husband, Kevin, and my wife, Emily, would be home within the hour. Not to mention there was always the chance one of the neighbors in our subdivision might see something with us standing outside in broad daylight.
All we could do was continue our pleasant and totally innocent conversation until Laura said she had to go inside to make dinner. Although we did have a chance to coordinate the schedules of our respective spouses so we could plan a time for our next secret rendezvous.
"Kevin and the woman he's seeing behind my back will leaving for Atlanta next week and my real estate broker wants me to show a few houses at the same time," Laura said referring to real estate agency where she works part-time.
"Perfect," I said, "I can call my boss and take the on-call pager for one of my buddies. Plus, Emily will be in conferences all next week which will force her to work late." Being a computer technician had provided me with almost as much leeway for our affair as Laura's real estate job. Being on-call meant I had to provide my company's clients with twenty-four/seven service if one of their servers or computers went down. An after hours call could mean anything from a quick reboot to several hours sweating through possible hardware or software issues. Luckily, the calls I got hit with almost always turned out to be something quick and easy to fix. So easy it was company policy to not even write up such service calls in an effort butter up our clients. Since Emily showed little concern about my work-related absences, as long as our two boys were safe, I could be gone for hours.
Time eventually forced us both inside our houses so we could go through the motions of the normal evening routine with our families. All that night all I could do was think of Laura and wish our time would come sooner. The only thing I could really think about was the last time Laura and were together.
***
It had almost been two months since the last time we had any time alone. The competing demands of our families and jobs had gotten so bad during that period that we almost agreed on taking some dangerous chances just to be together. For me, it was the weekend my infuriating in-laws were visiting and for Laura, she almost demanded we see each other when our kids didn't have an afternoon activity. One of the things you quickly learn during an illicit affair is that keeping it secret is both an art form and combined acts of discipline for those involved.
When the day of our tryst finally arrived Laura was waiting for me at the little apartment we used. It was located in a building she had described as the type rich people kept to house their mistresses. The building was not an actual luxury address, those were in a different part of town, but it was clearly upscale offering both easy access to two major highways along with a sense of seclusion given the numerous trees and hills surrounding it. Laura said her real estate coworkers joked that unless you knew the building existed you would never find it and if a suspicious wife did, a cheating husband could quickly escape and be on the other side of town in minutes.
It was a Saturday morning with my wife thinking I was on a repair call. In actuality one of my buddies at work, who had me run a cover story during his own affair months back, had called the house asking if I could help him with a difficult issue. With the kids already staying at my parent's house for the weekend, it was a relief to Emily to have me doing something as well.
I quickly ran to the nearest elevator after parking my car in the attached garage and then hurried down the spartan hallway to the door of the apartment and knocked. This particular apartment was officially owned by a local corporation that let Laura's real estate office occasionally sublet for short periods. Which Laura told me meant that the man who used it was between mistresses.
Laura quickly opened the door and let me in and immediately threw herself into my arms. "Oh god, how I have missed you," she said. I then took a moment to look over my beautiful illicit lover. Laura was wearing a bright and crisp white blouse and a conservative dark red skirt, the perfect apparel for a real estate agent.
"You've been all I could think about for days." I said in return. "How long are we safe today?" I asked after kissing her again.
"Kevin is not expecting me home until late this evening. He's got Jacob and they have driven to Atlanta to see a football game."
"Emily is busy working at home and with the kids gone won't think of me for hours, and I've got Bill from work providing a cover story."
With what had become our initial ritual of figuring out how long we had together Laura kissed me again and then fell to her knees. She then began to undo my belt and unbuttoning my pants. It only took her a second to then grab hold of my underwear and pull everything down below my knees. Laura then grabbed my dick and promptly slide it into her mouth. There was simply no way to describe the sensation of her full and luscious lips sliding along my now throbbing cock. The way she used her tongue to play with my dick as she sucked it only added icing to an already fabulous cake. Had she gone on much longer I would have come in her mouth then passed out and fallen to the floor.
Laura had come to my body very well during our affair and quickly stopped. "Not yet baby," she said after licking my dick like a lollipop, "our fun is just beginning." She then jumped up and ran to the bedroom unbuttoning her blouse as she walked away, "Just don't stand there Jason, get undressed and come fuck me. But I will warn you, I'm ready to try something crazy."
I quickly shed the rest of my clothes and followed her into the bedroom. The bed itself was king sized but in all our uses of that apartment we hardly ever had sex on it. No, what drove Laura crazy was the fact that the bedroom had a huge plate glass that opened up on a forested area. She loved to have sex on the grossly plush carpet next the window safe in the knowledge that no one outside could see us. I didn't argue, but the carpet and window seemed to prove the point the whole building was a collection of secret love nests meant for the rich.
Laura had already laid down on the carpet and was lustfully smiling at me. "You know," she said, "there was something I wanted to try when Kevin and I were dating but I didn't have the courage."
"What's that?" I said laying down beside her and beginning to run my eager hands over her body.
