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Chapter 2

Wendy's POV

6 weeks Later

"Good Morning, babe!" Stan greets me with a kiss just as I'm getting ready to leave for work.

"Morning!" I smile at him as I grab my coffee. I woke up feeling a little queasy so I'm really not in the mood for small talk.

"I'm glad I caught you before you went to work today. It seems like I haven't seen you in over a month."

"That's because you're busy with your dad at that stupid farm…" I mumble.

"What was that?"

I shake my head. "Nothing." I notice Stan is staring at me. "What?"

He continues staring at me. "You know, there's something different about you."

"What do you mean?" I smile nervously as this conversation is growing awkward.

"Are you wearing more makeup than usual?"

I'm offended by that. "No! Are you trying to imply that I need to?"

He quickly shakes his head. "Of course not! You're perfect without makeup." He starts examining me and now this is getting a little weird. "I know you didn't cut your hair."

I don't have time for this. "I have to go Stan." I head towards the door.

"Wait! I know what it is!"

I roll my eyes. "What?"

"You seem happier. You haven't smiled like that in a long time."

I shrug. "I'm in a better place now."

"So you're not still upset about the baby thing?"

I shake my head. "No,I guess I wasn't meant to be a mom. I think I've found what my true purpose in life is."

"Really? What?"

"My career. Since I won't need to take time off to raise a baby, I'll focus on climbing the corporate ladder. I may even get that director position sooner than I think!" I inform him.

"I thought you wanted both?"

I smile and nod. "I did, but my path has changed so I'm changing with it." I give him a kiss. "I'll see you later!" I quickly rush out the door. That was a relief, for a moment there, I thought he had figured out my secret.

Stan's POV

I'm at the farm helping my dad. Well technically, I'm smoking instead of helping. I'm thinking about Wendy. She's acting so strange lately. "Stan?" Dad calls my name which snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah dad?"

He sits down next to me. "You've seemed distracted lately, what's up?"

I sigh. I need to talk to someone about this. Usually I would go to Kyle, but he's been busy with his two jobs lately so I guess I can talk to my dad about it. "I don't know how to take Wendy…"

"What do you mean?" He asks as he takes my joint from me to take a hit.

"She's not herself. She hasn't been since the doctor told us we won't be able to conceive."

"How so?"

"She's focusing on her career. She seems happy and all, but I think it's front to hide how she really feels."

He shrugs. "Maybe she really is happy."

"She was very disappointed about not having a baby at first. For some reason, I don't buy that she no longer cares about that."

"You said she seems happy, right?"

I nod. "Yes."

"Then maybe she's accepted it and has moved on and found happiness elsewhere."

"Or she's fucking someone else…" We turn and see Shelly standing in the doorway.

"Shelly!" Dad yells.

I glare at her. "Why would you say something like that?"

"She's happy because she found someone to put it on her that's not you! I'm sure that would make any woman happy." Shelly laughs. Of course my misery makes her happy.

"Fuck you Shelly! Wendy wouldn't cheat on me!"

"Why would you think that? Anyone is capable of cheating."

"She's so busy working and trying to get promoted so she wouldn't have the time."

"Is that where she is now?"

"Yes, where else would she be?"

She laughs. "If you say so. I would keep my eye on that if I were you."

"I don't need to. I trust my wife!"

She puts her hand on my shoulder and shakes her head. "You're more naïve than I realized." She leaves the room.

"Don't listen to her son. Wendy is one of the good ones." Dad tries to reassure me.

I nod in agreement. "I know. She would never sleep with someone else. Shelly just wanted to get under my skin!"

"As far her feelings about the baby thing, just talk to her. Pick her brain to find out her true feelings. Who knows, maybe she really has shifted her focus to her career."

"Yeah, maybe…" Maybe I making too big a deal of this. I guess I can try talking to her again, I just need to find time since she's so busy with work.

Kyle's POV

"Oh fuck, that feels good!" Wendy moans as I drive my tongue inside her, setting off another shattering moan that was music to my ears. She was quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if I touched her right, she made the most glorious sounds! Raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as I plundered her with my tongue. She grabbed my hair, yanked and pulled me closer as I had told her to do. I thrust one finger inside her, crooking it and hitting her in the spot that turned her moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm. She shuddered against me, her legs quaking, and when I finally slowed to look up at her, I saw her hair was a wild tumble, and her face was glowing.

We've been fucking every day for the past six weeks. Her pussy is like my drug and I'm fucking addicted!

We've done every and anywhere you can imagine…except for her home for obvious reason. I feel like a complete asshole because she's my best friend's wife, but we both have needs. He's not satisfying her needs, so we're helping satisfy each other's. It's a win-win for both of us.

"Oh Kyle, I want to feel your big dick inside of me!" She whispers in my ear.

She lifted herself up with her hands around my neck and kissed me. Then she reached down for me and pressed the head of my penis into her. "I want to feel us," she said. When I lowered myself upon her and sank as deep as I could go, her voice was replaced by moaning. I watched her face as best I could. Those strange contortions that would be so horrible under any other circumstances. Her lips parting, stretching, her mouth opening in a silent howl. Eyes closed and then suddenly open, staring up at me with real helplessness, mixed with hunger and surprise. The heel of her hand hit my chest, it seemed for a moment as if she were going to try to push me off of her. But it passed. She was rising toward me, levitating, holding on with her hard competent hands. I could feel her reaching her climax and I almost stopped because I didn't want it to end. Each time I stopped, the eventual come would be more powerful. Each interlude would send us streaming closer together. But as I slowed my pace she quickened hers and her grip had a sternness in its strength, an under taste of fury. I thought that if I didn't carry through she might actually punch me in the mouth. And so I slipped my hands beneath her ass so no matter what our bodies did they would be touching and I would stay in her as deep as possible. Her moan became a kind of toneless noise, like the loudest part of a yawn stretched out indefinitely. We were moving like mad and suddenly I could feel her inner walls in terrifying detail, as if I'd gotten fifty times thicker. We came, first Wendy and then me, moments behind her, holding each other, and our voices joining, forming one wild and unbearably lonely cry.

I pull out of her and lie down. She usually snuggles with me after sex, but this time she wraps herself up in the blanket. "Are you okay?" I look at her face and notice it looks a little pale.

She shakes her head. "I'm not sure. My stomach has felt a little upset all day."

"I think I may have something for that." I wink at her.

She tries to force a smile. Man, maybe she really is sick. "As tempting as that sounds, I have to pass. I feel like I'm going to throw up!" She pulls back the covers, but before she can get out of bed, she ends up throwing. "I'm sorry!" She covers her mouth.

I pat her shoulder. "Baby, it's okay."

"I'm so embarrassed!" She scrambles to get her clothes on. "I promise, I'll pay for your dry cleaning!"

"It's really not a big deal."

"I'm so sorry. I better go!" She rushes out the door once she's fully dressed. She didn't even bother to put her shoes on. I don't know what that was about. Oh well, I better go ahead and change the sheets.

Wendy's POV

I can't believe I threw up in Kyle's bed. I'm so embarrassed! He'll probably never want to see me again! That would devastate me! I went to the drug store to get Pepto Bismol and a pregnancy test. I know it's a stretch, but I realized I'm late and I'm never late so that could explain why I've feel the way I do.

After paying for everything, I go into the bathroom at the drug store to take the pregnancy test. I don't want to take the test at home because I don't want Stan to know just yet. No use in getting his hopes up when the test turns out negative.

I take the test and see two pink lines show up. My eyes widen. "Holy crap! I'm pregnant!"