Anna was leaning on the kitchen worktop, glass of wine in hand when the thought first occurred to her. She had put both children to bed an hour ago and read each of them a story. Still feeling restless she had started to clear up when Silvia appeared at the kitchen door with a bottle of wine in one hand and a cheeky looking smile on her face. Sylvia was Annas boss although she acted very laid back about it and so the pair had also become firm friends. She had a wicked sense of humour and could really make Anna laugh. When they chatted, she would sink into long rants about her incredibly busy life. Running a business, raising two kids and putting up with her fitness crazed husband Keith. Anna often found it hard to keep up with her strong south London accent. The thing is Anna, when hes training an that, hes started to abstain from sex altogether. Yeah like a monk or something. He thinks it gives him a competitive edge, or some bleeding magazine told him so. Now when I hear about one of them triathlons. Im like please no, here we go, sex starved again...time to dust off the old substitute out the drawer Keith had been racing these iron-man triathlons for several years now. Long since Anna had started working for them both. She had rarely seen him. He left the house early most mornings and usually arrived home well after she finished for the day. So, Annas image of him was painted mostly by Silvia and coloured by her slightly cynical view of their marriage. When he walked in to the kitchen that night, she saw him only for a few seconds but he looked really damn good. Flushed red and his hair matted with sweat, he stormed across to the sink to fill up a bottle from the tap. She had to keep herself from looking him up and down so obviously in front of his wife. The curves of his muscles were clearly defined through his sweat soaked cotton t-shirt. Still out-of-breath he turned and nodded to both women before striding out again towards the hall and the bathroom. Anna was sure his gaze on her was just a fraction of a second longer than it should have been. His interruption had made him the centre of attention for that brief moment. The few times she had seen him before he was in the background, dressed for work and looking rather drab. Sylvia would be running the show, orchestrating Keith, Anna and the kids for the day. That is why she had never thought about it before. Such an obvious idea really, although rather treacherous in nature. Anna had left Slovenia six months ago. She had moved to the UK as a rather radical solution to a problem she was having in her life. It was her way of ridding herself once and for all of a controlling, aggressive boyfriend she had been mixed up with for far too long. The partner had been desperately insecure and had insisted on spending all his time with her. This soon became every hour of the day, he would persuade her to quit her job or stop her visiting friends and family. He was paranoid and fearful that someone would re-direct her attention or, worse, make her see sense about him. In the early years, if she attempted to seek some independence he would hit her or fly into an incredible rage. Later she grew in confidence and was able to face him down. Like all controlling men he turned out to be a coward and had resorted to threats of suicide. After she had finally left him, he would park outside her new flat and stare up at her window. Once he had threatened a good friend of hers at the entrance to the building; nobody was allowed to visit. There was a driving force which had given Anna the determination to purge herself entirely of this man and his poisonous influence. Anna desperately wanted to be a Mother. It was more than hormonal and certainly more than just brooding, rather something she had felt since a teenager. Her sisters had their children early and she had a wealth of nieces and nephews which she helped bring up and loved dearly and in return she was always the favourite auntie. She simply had a warmth that drew kids towards her at home and at the nursery schools where she worked, they always loved her. She was a natural and she wanted a child of her own. Having accommodated the idea of having kids without a husband for a long time now, Anna was more than comfortable with the concept. A great deal of married fathers she knew were useless whilst a great deal of single mothers had made a better job of things on their own. It was certainly better than living in some battle-zone with an abusive husband. Since arriving in the UK she had found boyfriends; but none lasted for longer than a few months or so. When was the right time to bring up she wanted children – they would run a mile. Far easier to just walk into a London pub in heels and a short skirt and flatter her eyelashes at the best looking man there. aArtificial insemination was far more sensible of course and something she had resigned herself too. She shared none of these thoughts with Sylvia as they chatted in the kitchen that evening. A desperate yearning for children might appear more than a little crazy to the employer of a nanny and Anna could appreciate that. She certainly didnt share the other thought now running through her mind. Keith would make the ideal candidate for father. Walking home that evening she dismissed the idea on principle. She liked both of them and wouldnt risk hurting them or breaking up a nice family. But the thought remained and there was no harm in the fantasy. So she began to play with the idea of how she could seduce Keith. Something she was sure she could do quite easily. Once in bed she laid back and pictured his glance at her in the kitchen. He looked so virile just then, the perfect man-stud for her needs. She placed her hand between her legs underneath the bedsheets and already wet she began to stroke herself. Thinking how it might escalate if she decided to let it. Things would have ended there, if not for Sylvias propensity to gossip about her husband and declare unsolicited personal tit-bits of information during their chats. Anna discovered that Sylvia and Keiths first child was unplanned and the responsibility of one faulty condom and some super-sperm. She fell pregnant again only weeks after they decided to have a second child – that super sperm again. Sylvia also joked about Keiths brother who has five kids. Those McBrides, only need to drop their trousers and somebody gets pregnant. Super Sperm indeed. Keith was a baby producing machine it seemed. Sylvia was obviously unaware of how this information affected Anna. I feel I am at my peak fertility she thought. I am absolutely ripe to have a baby and here is the ultimate baby producing machine right in front of me. Each time she saw him now, she couldnt help herself from acting a little different towards him. She was aware she was subconsciously flirting with him but it was something she couldnt seem understand or prevent. He had an aura about him that made her feel ever conscious of herself. When they were in the same room together she became hyper-aware of her own body. Every movement she made felt sexual, her own touch felt so good when he was near, as if his very presence in the room was enlivening her senses. If she was to cross her legs she would look up at him to see if he had noticed. Stroking her hair felt so nice but it was like she was preening for him. It was if her own body was making a pass at this man without her consent. Fortunately she still saw him only rarely and those times would mostly be policed by Sylvia. However, one evening, she did find herself alone with him unexpectedly. She was standing by the sink when he walked into the kitchen with a dirty mug; he smiled a broad white-toothed grin at her. Slightly mischievous she thought, it was obvious he had he picked up on all this. There was something conspiratorial in the look they gave each other, like they could both sense a small opportunity in the absence of Sylvia. just give me a second to wash this out Anna, he said, how are things with you, anyway. He edged between her and the cupboards behinds to reach the sink which sat in a narrow part of the kitchen. im fine, you know, pretty exhausted, its been a busy day A small exchange of words, but she still found herself pouting at him as she spoke. As he moved to wash out his cup his broad arm touched against her bare shoulder. She could now actually feel his body touching hers, not much, only the hairs of his arms brushing against her skin but he wasnt moving away and – oh god, she could feel herself start to moisten because of it. Just one touch of this man was making her go wet. She remained fixed rigid in her position by him, feeling his warmth against her but now her heart was pounding. She was worried this sudden surge of hormones would reveal itself, somehow, to him and she tightened her thighs together. What happened next was almost a terrible misjudgement. He put down the cup and made a move to navigate himself back around her. In doing so he went to place each hand gently on the sides of her arms. There was only a little room between the sink and the unit behind them, so he had leaned over her as he done so. Anna audibly gasped at this gesture and span around slightly so his hands fell on the arch of her back and within inches of her crotch. His hands there and his body so close to her somehow she almost fell into him as if they were to collapse into an embrace. But he caught her and moved back from her, laughing at their awkwardness. He left her there feeling rattled, she could still the warm imprint of his hand right by her now agitated pussy. She ran upstairs into the bathroom, locked the door and sat on the toilet. With her eyes tightly closed she frigid herself quickly and efficiently to an orgasm, grunting in pleasure. Anna knew there was no point keeping faith with her previous decision to stay away from Keith. She had felt herself sercoming to him in the kitchen and he hadnt even made a move on her. How could she pretend to herself that she would reject him if he had. She wasnt fantasising anymore either, she was very obviously flirting with him for real. Sorry as she felt for Sylvia, she had to have this man. It wasnt going to be an affair because she would resign strait after and find another job. This wasnt even going to be Keiths fault, he wasnt going to have a chance. It was Friday afternoon. The day before the Iron-Man Super 25 Triathlon. Keith had been preparing for months. Anna did not know how long his self-enforced abstinence from sex would be but it would surely end tomorrow. Before picking up the kids from school Anna had walked to the park and found a nice spot on the grass to eat her lunch. She felt the sun against her bare legs and lay on her back for a while. His balls will be packed full of spunk she whispered to herself, when he cums it will be like a fountain. Lust had captured her now and was rarely off her mind, Keith has started to occupy all her thoughts and flashes of his naked body would appear randomly in her mind. Her plan was fairly solid. She must accept Sylvias offer of wine, feign a little drunkenness then accept her offer of a lift home. Provided Sylvia has drunk enough, the lift would surely go to Keith. Once in the car together she would just ask him – strait out ask him to fuck her. She knew she looked amazing today and he wouldnt refuse, married or not. Sylvia always offered Anna a glass of wine once the kids were safely in their beds, she was very considerate, Anna thought. Sometimes she wanted to get home but tonight she gratefully accepted the offer. Keith finished training early and sat with them both sipping sparkling water despite Sylvias taunting him to relax and drink one glass, he would not be persuaded. She could be a tiny bit cruel to him though Anna thought and decided that this made her feel better. Keiths mind was on other things. He hadnt noticed that Annas nervousness around him or that it was even more heightened this evening. He was very much aware of Anna of course, this slavic beauty at his kitchen table. Her body was perfect he thought. Petite but with a luscious roundness. She was one of those sex-kitten types, anything she put on would look sexy because the curves of her body forced the clothing into submission. Most woman knew their assets and dressed themselves to suit. Every inch of Annas body was an asset, Keith thought. She could wear an oily rag and you could see that. She was only had strengths. A proper sex kitten. Keith, will you give Anna a lift home Come inside allniceandspicy
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