There were four pictures, and they were of Sandra. But these were not pictures of her at work. No, they were far from professional. These were pictures of her at play. The top left picture was her at a club, dancing, coated with sweat from the no-doubt heated atmosphere she was dancing in. She was wearing a tight red top, scooped low so her large boobs were just pouring out from within. She wore a skirt that barely went below her ass, and as she danced, the skirt flared up, millimeters away from showing off what was underneath. The top right picture was her at some sort of house party, and in it there was a picture of her dancing in front of some guy, her back pressed against his front. His hands were on her breasts, squeezing them firmly, causing them to nearly overflow from beneath her silky red top. And as this invasion of her person took place, she was simply smirking, as if everything was going exactly to plan. The bottom left picture w

She advanced the slideshow, and up appeared a picture of Jennifer, my wife. I moved forward in my seat slightly, caught off guard. The picture was just showing her face, the sun shining through her hair, her brilliant teeth flashing at the camera. It was a great picture, but knowing it was Sandra showing me this sent a surge of concern through me, as if I knew deep down what she was about to do. "This is your wife, Jennifer. Pretty as a peach, and sweet as can be." She affirmed. "I've met her, and yeah, she is as nice as everyone says. She is totally perfect wife material," she said, her lip curled up slightly, as if there was something insidious hidden within this seemingly sweet compliment. She advanced the slides forward to another picture, this one of Jennifer and Sandra, standing side-by-side at a Christmas party, smiling. "Girls sniff each other out immediately. And even a girl like Jennifer, the sweet perfect bossy lady, she had to know I was the office s

 "This is one of the many positions you'll find me on daily basis when you hire me," sandra said, undeterred from her mission. She reached behind herself, slapping her ass, causing the right cheek to jiggle. She then bent over the desk even further, resting on her breasts so she could reach behind herself, pulling her ass-cheeks apart, exposing the full cleft of her ass-crack. I could see the entire length of the string of her thong, and behind it, barely hidden, was her bare, exposed asshole. My momentary stupor was shaken, and I was filled with a sudden panic. This needed to end, now. "Sandra! Please... just leave! Cover yourself up and leave. Don't make me call security." I began. "Because I will, and then..." SMACK! She slapped her ass firmly, and my anger soon disappeared as I watched the now bare, round, smooth ass-cheek ripple with the force of the spank. My words left my mouth at this delicious sight

Few hours later, a plan flashed to my mind. It would be nice if a welcome Mike with his favorite food, then share the good news along. Wait .….. What about ordering a cake and turning it into a celebration?  I rose up from the bed and headed to the kitchen, then picked the things I needed from the fridge. As I was busy in the kitchen, Lucy walked in. I think she noticed an unusual sound from the kitchen. This was actually the third time I was cooking ever since she started working for me. "You didn't call me ma. Am not doing anything." She said. "Don't worry lucy, i want to cook it on my own today." I replied to her. The water has started boiling already. "You don't have to do it yourself ma. Am here and that's my Job" She said. She was looking sad, watching me cook, behaving like a very good girl. "I said you shouldn't worry, you don't have to. I decided to cook toda

*Mike POV*...At first I knew she was pregnant but she really got me when she said she will prove it by giving me the rest result. My heart was beating but I managed to hide the reaction on my face. She took a brown envelope and gave it to me. I opened it and scanned through it only to realize that it was fake. She wanted to prank me. That's when I started regaining my sanity. The write up was so suspicious. Doctor's don't write letters that way. I asked her for the original and she hesitated before smiling at me, confirming that am saying the truth. "Yeah, am carrying your baby!" She said and was filled with happiness. I was so excited that I didn't know when I picked her up and swung her around.  "This really calls for celebration! A boy or a girl?" I asked her. "I don't know. The doctor didn't mention that, maybe I will ask him when next i g