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MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG--Part 3

Date: 2/21/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Consensual Sex, Pregnant, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 91, Source: sexstories.com

get impatient. She grabbed all six in one hand and held them all under her at once. Once she was done she wiped herself and set the cylinders in a row. We were nervous, praying that our hopes and prayers had been answered. “This is silly. Let’s just look,” I said as I picked up the first—YES! Jennie checked the second, also—YES! I was so excited I picked all of them up at once. The answer was the same; they all said YES! I pulled Jennie up from the toilet into the most wonderful kiss. She broke it a minute later. “This is great, Tim, but I need to see my doctor to be sure.” “Okay…make an appointment.” She gave me the sweetest smile. “I already did—next Tuesday at four. I want you to come with me.” “I will…I promise. I’ll clear my calendar and get the okay from Robert tomorrow. Oh God…I love you Jennie.” “I’m glad because I was so excited I forgot to make dinner…again…sorry.” “I am not eating pizza or Chinese tonight! I had my stern face on, but I couldn’t stifle a grin. “I think we need to go out tonight…someplace nice…and expensive. Then I think we need to come back home and make love.” “I love the way you think, Tim.” Jennie dressed in her best sexy dress and those high heels that always drove me crazy and we went out to the best steak house in town. The meal was great, but making sweet love after was something dreams are made of. I went to see Robert first thing the following morning. I liked that any of the management team could stop by for a quick chat without an ... appointment. I felt he was an excellent role model. “Morning, Tim,” he began. “Hi, Robert—I need to leave early on Tuesday. Jennie has an appointment with her doctor and I have to be there with her.” “Please, Tim, don’t tell me she’s seriously ill.” “Sorry, Robert that came out wrong; she’s not ill. We think she’s pregnant and we want confirmation.” “Tim…that’s wonderful. Do whatever you have to do. What time do you have to leave?” “The appointment’s at four so I thought I’d leave at three so I have time to pick Jennie up and still get to the doctor on time. Of course, we’ll probably still sit around there forever.” “Leave at three, eh—okay, Tim, I’ll want to see you at 2:00. You’re just about due for a performance review. Set it into your schedule and congratulations. I’ll be praying that you get the good news you want.” He rose and shook my hand. I was astonished—Robert Reinhardt never shook hands if he could help it. That was one of the things I’d learned over the months I’d been in management. The five days until Tuesday dragged and dragged just as I knew they would. I’ve always found that time flies when there’s nothing to look forward to, but as soon as that goal appears in the future the clock seems to turn backwards as it was doing now. Finally—at last—it was noon on Tuesday. I felt in a good mood so I joined one of the other VP’s for lunch at the deli downstairs. I had my favorite hot pastrami on rye with cream soda. Jed was in charge of the bond department. Reinhardt’s was ...