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.

MARCUS' POV

It was five minutes before I clocked out of the hospital, and I was still at my desk, all thoughts on Anna.

Another man's wife.

The kiss we had in the parking lot was so reckless, and we'd almost been caught by Tom.

Turns out the idiot stepped on gum and was screaming like a fucking banshee.

So pathetic.

I couldn't stop thinking of her. All through that dinner, her nipples were poking through that sheer material. It took a lot of self-control for me not to yank her dress down, pull her onto the table, rip her panties off and shove my heavy cock into her.

Every woman I fucked since that night at the bar paled in comparison to her. The way she moaned like a whore, her pussy tightening around me like she wanted to rip my cock off.

Fuck!

She looked so good on the table at that first physical exam. Her fat tits getting fondled, and her cunt dripping and swollen with my fingers digging into it.

But she was married, I told myself.

God. I wanted to fuck her that day. Ram my pole in her tight pink pussy until she squirts all over me.

If only she knew her darling husband was a cheat too. Seeing as he picked up random girls from a hotel when we went out.

But I didn't want to be that guy who broke up someone else's marriage.

A soft knock pulled me from my thoughts.

Who was that? I thought everyone had already gone home.

Before I could answer, the door opened.

My breath caught in my throat.

Anna.

She just walked straight to me. What was she wearing?

Everything was practically hanging out. Her heavy tits were visible in the sheer short gown she wore.

Her heels clicked in the quiet office as she stood by my chair.

My shaft twitched, already leaking as her floral scent filled my nose.

"Anna....what...." I started, but she cut me off.

"Please shut up." She whispered.

She reached down, grabbed my tie, and yanked me up. Her hungry mouth crashed onto mine, desperate.

Fuck it.

I grabbed her by the waist, pushing the papers off my desk to the floor, and placed her on it.

She gasped, but didn't put up a fight. Yanking her dress up, exposing her fat cunt trapped in a lacy panty.

The panties were so thin that they were between her pink pussy lips, which were soaked.

"You came here to get fucked, didn't you?" I growled in her ear.

"Yes, Marcus. I was rubbing my pussy, imagining it was you, but I couldn't cum. She moaned. "Please, fuck me."

I ripped the useless string material to the side. Her pubes were neatly shaved in a triangular way, leading to her fat snatch.

I rubbed her clit, which was jutting out from her slick folds. She yelped, pushing her pussy out for more.

"You're such a dirty whore." I said, rubbing my rough fingers through her slick folds. "Coming to your doctor's office to get your married snatch stuffed."

She whimpered, pulling her knees to her ears. Her heels are still on.

This woman is messing with my brain.

"I can't stop thinking about your huge fuck tool." She moaned, pushing her pussy out to me.

I unzipped my pants, pulling out my fat, veiny cock. Holding her thighs, I slapped my cock on her swollen cunt.

Wet sounds filled the office as she moaned like the slut she was.

"Fuck.. Dr Hale. You're huge." Anna whimpered, body shaking.

Rubbing my cock head on her clit, I yanked her gown up further. Her huge knockers are spilling out.

I want to see them flop around while I fuck her hard.

Positioning my cock, I slammed into her hard and deep. She cried out, manicured hands gripping the edge of my desk.

"Fuck, you're so tight," I groaned. " Still so fucking tight after all this time."

"Ummm...fuck." She moaned.

I started pounding her cunt, making sure my cock rubbed her walls.

I fucked her fast and hard. Her pussy was making queefing sounds as I hammered away.

Her juicy tits were bouncing around, her pink nipples erect. I pinched one nipple roughly while I fucked her deeper.

"Marcus....you're fucking my cunt so good." She whimpered, tears pouring down her face.

"Tell me whose pussy this is," I demanded, yanking her hair down to stare at my dick going in and out of her cunt.

"Yours," she gasped. "It's yours, Marcus. Only yours."

I slapped her face hard, squeezing her neck.

"Say it louder. Say how good I make you feel."

"It's yours! Fuck! You're rubbing my insides so good."

I removed my hand from her neck, rubbing her swollen clit with rough circles.

She screamed, her body shaking, pussy spasming on my cock.

She was close.

"You're not going to cum yet," I growled, pulling out my wet cock. Her pussy was gaping and red.

I pushed her legs up higher, rubbing my fat cock head on her pussy.

She whined, pushing her pussy up to me.

"Please, Marcus. I need you my cunt." she cried.

I shoved back in slowly, watching my fat cock disappear inside her.

"Fuck! You have a greedy cunt." I said, my voice rough. "You love being fucked like a whore, don't you?"

"Yes....Yes..." she shrieked. Tears of pleasure fell from her eyes.

I fucked her harder, hips slamming against her, my balls slamming her puckered asshole.

I leaned down, sucking a fat nipple into my mouth, biting the nub hard enough to make her arch.

She came hard, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice. She screamed, her body convulsing.

I didn't stop.

I kept pounding her through her orgasm.

"It's too much, Marcus. I can't...." She begged.

"You can." I snarled. "You're gonna take it."

Her second orgasm hit again. She sobbed, her nails digging into my back as her cunt fluttered and creamed around me.

Thick ropes of my cum shot inside her. I groaned, slamming inside her.

A few seconds passed before I pulled out. My cum leaked from her swollen pussy, dripping onto my desk.

She lay there, legs trembling as her desk bunched around her waist.

Tits still out, her face flushed.

I leaned down, kissing her softly as I rubbed her sensitive pussy slowly.

"You okay?" I asked as I pulled my mouth away.

She nodded, still dazed. "Better than okay."

I helped her sit up, as I had fixed her dress as best I could.

"Next time," I whispered. "I want to suck on your pussy, then you'll ride me."

She shivered. "Promise?"

I smirked as I kissed her cheek. "I promise."