"My name is Alex, and I'm an English teacher by profession, not a piano player," Alex said after he had loaded John into his back seat.
Eva got into the front seat with Alex, her head spinning with excitement. "I just knew you were more than a piano player."
"What's wrong with being a piano player?"
"Oh, nothing, I guess. But, well, it's so much more dignified to be an English teacher."
"Swell." Alex said.
With the car in motion, Eva relaxed. She liked riding in a car at night. "Don't let me fall asleep," she said, "I'm just a little drunk."
"You're just a whole lot beautiful, too." Alex said.
Eva blushed. "Thank you," she said softly. It was different with this man, at least different than with the fat bartender, who she could let kiss her, and even feel her tits, but this man made the heat rise in her belly and the juices flow in her cunt.
"Are you married?" she said.
"Yes. I have a wife and three kids."
"Oh." Eva said, "Well, so am I… married, I mean. No kids."
"I know you're married." Alex said, jerking his thumb towards the back seat. "At least you said he was your husband."
"Oh, he is. We're on our honeymoon." She giggled again. "He made some pretty romantic promises for tonight."
"And now he can't perform." Alex said.
Alex pulled the car into the hotel driveway. "We're here already."
"Oh." Eva said.
"Is there a back stairway? It would be more discreet."
"Yes, over by the pool. Just keep going, don't turn here."
With Alex's help, she got him upstairs and into bed. They even undressed him and tucked him in. Eva looked down at her husband and turned off the light, and taking Alex by the hand, tiptoed from the room.
"You've been so kind, Alex. Can I get you a drink before you leave?"
"I could use one," he said.
"Scotch on the rocks okay? It's good Scotch."
"Scotch is fine," he said.
Eva brought the drinks and sat beside him on the couch. He really was rather handsome, in spite of his nose, and he was so big and masculine. A tiny shiver raced down her spine.
They made a toast, something about people helping other people, and emptied their glasses. She poured two more, sitting a little closer when she returned.
His arm, resting on the back of the couch, dropped to her shoulder, his hand gripping her soft arm. She went willingly into his arms. If he wanted to kiss her, she wouldn't object. He deserved something for his trouble. He kissed her hard, his hand sliding under her arm to cup one of her tits. While his tongue played between her lips, she let him fondle her, but when his other hand dropped on her knee, she closed her legs. She pulled away and got to her feet. The fire was building inside her, the fire that always destroyed her will power and ended with a wild fuck session.
"I'd better check on John," she said, her face flushed.
Alex leaned back, unprotesting. He knew she was hot, knew she needed what her husband couldn't give her. It would take a little more time, but he had all night. She was hot for a fuck, even the sloppy bartender could fuck her if he was sitting here now. Alex knew that.
Eva stood, brushing her skirt down with both hands, calming her wobbling knees and then went to the door of the bedroom. John was sleeping peacefully, like an angel unaware of the sin around him.
How could she cheat on him after he had been so sweet? It wasn't his fault that he had drunk too much; she was all too guilty of that sin, too. And then she thought of the brazen widow DeWinter, and vaguely recalled seeing John lying on the floor and the buxom hussy pulling up her dress and getting down on top of him and slowly easing down over his cock. She closed her eyes at the memory of her big open pussy swallowing up her husband's prick. "No, he wouldn't," she said softly, and went back to the bar and mixed two more, and with a throaty growl went back to the couch.
"Is he okay?" Alex said, taking the drink from her hand.
"Sleeping like a baby." She held up her glass and clinked it against Alex's. "To us," she said. She smiled at him with her eyes over the rim the glass, waiting for him to put his arm around but he didn't. Instead, he looked at his watch and said, "Hey, it's getting late."
After Alex had gone, Eva lay beside her husband, fondling his limp prick and loosely sacked balls. Married life agreed with her, she decided. Married sex was so much better.
CHAPTER EIGHT
After the doctor left the examining room, she sat on the cold table deep in thought, the little white gown barely covering her charms. She giggled and fondled her pussy. It didn't feel any different, but the doctor had said the magic word: pregnant. Eva Richardson was pregnant.
She sat on the cold table and tried to count back. After that first week they had flown to Paris and stayed a whole month, and then back to the city to a new sumptuous apartment for the past two months. God, had it been two whole months? The time went so quickly. And John had been a changed man after that first disastrous week, so kind and attentive and virile. She had seen practically no one since their return except John. They made love and went to the theatre and ate at expensive restaurants. It had been one romantic whirl.
Her first clue that something was amiss was when she started waking up feeling irritable and nauseous. John told her to see the doctor. She hadn't even noticed that she hadn't had a period since her marriage. Eva was a careless girl.
She lifted the gown and looked at her tummy, still smooth and flat, and then thrust her leg out straight. It was a fine leg, and she wondered if she had excited the doctor. Probably not. He saw naked women all day long, but he was a man, and she was a woman. Oh, was she ever a woman.
Eva had been a faithful and loving wife for three whole months, yet the thought of seducing the doctor crept stealthily into her mind. He really wasn't bad looking, in a stuffy middle-aged way, and she was sure he had a prick. All men have pricks, and her pussy needed a prick. John was on a very trying case and he had neglected her three lonely days.
Eva decided that she must be like her sister-in-law, Nina. Being pregnant made her fee, horny. She wasn't by nature promiscuous, the last three months proved that, and here on her first visit she wanted the doctor to fuck her.
The door opened and a tough-looking nurse stuck her head in the room. "You can get dressed now. Make another appointment on your way out," she said. The door slammed shut.
Eva slid dismally from the table, the floor icy cold against her bare feet, the hungry itch between her legs slowly withering away. She dressed quickly and went to her car.
On the way home, she realized that she didn't know whose baby it was. "Let's see…" she mused, "my father-in-law fucked me, and Ted fucked me, and Mose – oh, that marvelous prick – fucked me, and the bellboy fucked me. That's four possibles, not counting the titty widow, but fingers don't count." She giggled and lifted her skirt and put her hand on her slightly swollen tummy, at least she imagined it was slightly swollen. "You little rascal, whose can you be? Surely not my husband's. Yes, you could be my husband's. I almost forgot, he fucked me, too. That's five."
When she told her husband, he was less than pleased. He didn't want to start a family so quick, and if there was anything that turned him off, it was a pregnant woman. He knew he wouldn't touch her again until after the baby was born. "Why in the hell weren't you taking the pill?" he asked angrily.
But it was a different story when they told his parents later that evening. Joseph Richardson was rapturous. "Another Richardson, at last," he crooned. "It will be a boy. I know it will."
Eva knew the old man thought it was surely his, but she doubted it. He was only one out of five that had a crack at it, and the odds favored her husband; he had fucked her the most. Besides, she was putting her money on Mose and his monstrous hose, even if it had been a quickie.