DINNER

ANNA'S POV

The drive back home was pure torture. Every bump on the road made my swollen, sensitive pussy throb harder against my soaked panties.

My nipples were still tingling from Dr Hale's rough hands, rubbing roughly against my bra.

A lot of emotions were going through me, anger winning against the others. But still turned on so much I could barely think straight.

When I got home, I was surprised to see Tom at home, lounging on the couch.

“ How did it go?” he asked looking at me.

I froze.

I wanted to just spill the truth. I was getting tired of the lies and betrayals, but I couldn't.

I could just imagine the look on my husband's face when I tell him Marcus fingered his wife's pussy until she almost came.

Of course, I couldn't say that. So I lied.

“It went well” I said softly, making sure my face didn't give anything away. “He said everything looked good. And he thinks there's a chance of me getting pregnant soon.”

Tom's face lit up like a Christmas tree. He stood up so fast and pulled me into a big hug as he kissed my forehead.

“That's great news, babe! We're finally getting somewhere.”

I nodded against his chest, as guilt pooled in my stomach.

God. I was such fucking liar.

Marcus could barely even look at me today.

Towards the evening, Tom was so excited that he even cooked dinner, which he had never done before.

Then, out of nowhere, he grabbed his phone.

“I'm gonna call Marcus to thank him. Maybe treat him to dinner to celebrate.”

My heart dropped to my feet. “Uh...Tom, you really don't have to.”

It was as if he couldn't hear me as he brought the phone to his ear.

“Hey, man! Anna just told me the good news. Listen, would you mind going out to dinner this weekend? Yeah. That fancy Italian place downtown.”

I froze with my eyes widening.

Why was Tom like this? He never listened to anything I said.

I was already angry and was opting for ways not to go to the dinner. But as the weekend rolled around, Tom stood firm that he wouldn't take no for an answer.

I took almost an hour picking out a figure-hugging black dress. I told myself I wanted to look good for my husband, but my conscience scoffed at that.

The dress was practically painted on and pushed my boobs out.

We drove in Tom's car to the restaurant. Marcus was already there, wearing a dark button-down shirt that fitted his broad shoulders.

He stood up as he saw us, shaking Tom's hand, then he turned to me, eyes twinkling as he took in my outfit.

I tried not to push my chest out, I really did. But couldn't really help it.

Something was really wrong with me, imagining pushing my boobs out and rubbing them all up in Marcus' face with my husband standing there.

“Mrs Goldberg,” he said, snapping me out of my thoughts. “You look really beautiful.”

Heat quickly rushed to my cheeks, hoping Tom didn't notice the energy between us.

My husband was already pulling out a chair for me, while blabbing about the menu.

The dinner started fine, as a waiter poured our wine for us.

Tom ordered appetisers too as the evening wore on.

But Tom would always be Tom. And there wouldn't be a social outing without him subtly shading me.

“So, my wife here, Anna, has been super stressed lately," He said with a condescending laugh. ”That's probably why it's taking so long for her to get pregnant. Thank God, she is not barren."

My face felt hot with shame as I sneaked a look at Marcus.

Marcus's fork paused midway into his mouth. His eye turned to steel as his stare flicked to me.

Tom kept going, not bothered about the look on Marcus's face.

“I keep telling her to relax more. One of my friends' wives got pregnant once she started yoga.”

I stared hard at my untouched plate, wanting the ground to swallow me whole.

Marcus set his fork down gently. “Actually, stress can affect anyone. The quality of sperm drops under pressure.”

Tom blinked rapidly, clearly caught off guard. “Yeah, well.... I'm fine. I'm not the one with the problem, she is.”

Marcus smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. “Of course. It's still a team effort. It takes two people to make a baby.”

His subtle comments didn't stop Tom's shades. As the dinner progressed, Tom made little digs at my cooking, saying my food tasted bland.

He even threw a jab at my body, saying I've been letting myself go lately.

Through it all, Marcus has been defending me, although not making it obvious.

Marcus quickly changed the line of conversation. Asking about me, and was actually interested in what I had to say.

His knee kept brushing mine. At first, I thought it was a mistake, but it wasn't.

His fingers grazed my arms in the guise of passing dishes.

These innocent touches made my core clench with heat.

When dinner was over, Tom happily paid for the meal, showcasing his black card.

As we all walked out, Tom suddenly stopped. “Shit! I gotta use the restroom, I'm pressed. You guys can go ahead, I'll catch up.”

My body buzzed with excitement as he left us. Marcus and I walked into the cool night air towards the car park.

Getting to Tom's car, I thought he would say goodbye and leave but he didn't.

We didn't say anything to each other. He just looked at me with those blue eyes.

It happened in slow motion. One large hand chopped my face, as the other gripped my waist pulling me hard against his sculpted body.

That mouth I was staring at all night, crashed into mine. There was nothing gentle about the kiss, he was rough and dominating.

He sucked on my tongue, fucking my mouth like he was sucking on my pussy.

His hands moved everywhere, squeezing my ass and slapping it hard.

Moving his hands to my boobs, his thumb rubbed over my hard nipples poking out.

I moaned into his mouth, feeling that thick veiny length on my stomach.

I wanted more.

Desperately wanted him to push me up against the car, pull my panties to my ankles and ram that fat schlong up my tight cunt.

We were so lost in each other, we didn't even hear any sound.

“What the hell?” Tom's voice shrieked.