Pretend I'm Not Your Wife Ch. 02

James replayed the night he'd bred Elyse over and over again in his head.

The sex was unlike any other they'd had as a couple before. It was primal, rough, and intense; but yet loving and meaningful. James and Elyse, husband and wife together in perfect harmony.

It had awakened something in him. James discovered that there's no more intimate way to dominate someone else - or for them to cede power - than through breeding. He longed to repeat that night, to ravage his wife's fertile womb and shoot his potent seed inside and breed her once more.

James still heard Elyse's voice echo perfectly in his head what she had said; as she lay there with cum dripping out of her:

"Alanah wants you at full strength when you fuck and breed her for real."

Despite just being all roleplay and fantasy that it was Alanah Pearce who James was fucking, it really was Elyse's desire to see her husband breed Alanah. To watch him use all of his muscles and raw power as he'd slam in and out of the busty platinum blonde-haired Australian, firing torrents of cum into her unprotected womb.

Elyse would always tell Alanah how amazing it had felt to be bred, and how much better her life was now she was pregnant.

Alanah herself had been fascinated by the changes in Elyse's petite body. Her supple breasts now growing perkier and rounder, and her swollen belly sticking out from underneath her clothes.

Elyse and James knew Alanah had definitely been intrigued by the idea of herself getting pregnant. One time Elyse had caught her with a browser full of breeding stories open. Another time, James spied Alanah researching ovulation trackers and for food that helps improve fertility.

There was no guarantee this was something Alanah would go through with. Was it just out of curiosity, or did she indeed have a desire to be bred?

If she did, the difficulty lay in convincing Alanah that James would be the one to breed her.

Ever the devoted husband, James wanted nothing more than to make Elyse's cuckquean and breeding fantasy a reality. So in the months after, Elyse and James had been working together on a plan to make it happen.

They couldn't make it too obvious, needing to keep up their perfect married couple image and hide their depraved desires. Nobody could find out that Elyse wanted James to not only have sex with women other than his wife; but also to cum inside them as much as possible until he got them pregnant.

The Funhaus community had already been adapting to the news that Elyse would be away for some time due to her pregnancy. In order to concentrate on being a mom, fans feared she'd leave the channel for good.

Matters were not helped with the channel losing viewers constantly, and more and more fan-favorite team members leaving the channel. Included among the departures was Alanah. She had always made it known she wanted to work on the industry side of the games business, leaving her journalism and media world behind.

But Alanah hadn't just left Funhaus.

Alanah had unknowingly left a hole in the plan held by James and Elyse too.

-A Few Months Later-

James opened the door to the office and saw the ever-beautiful Alanah standing nervously in front of him, her casual appearance of an oversized sweater, yoga pants, and baseball cap not diminishing her natural beauty at all.

The two hadn't seen each other since she'd quit Funhaus. Here she was once more, to pick up some belongings she'd left behind.

He eyed her as she nervously cast her eyes down.

"I was beginning to worry I'd never see you again. Seems to be a common theme when people leave Funhaus."

She sensed sadness rather than anger in his tone and blushed slightly, as James then motioned her inside.

He sat her at his desk, which was strewn with papers. He was the undisputed boss of the business now, although the business wasn't exactly booming. With each passing day, views got lower and lower and morale was plunging too just as much as the advertising revenue they relied on.

Caught up with his work from the financial side of things, James had been working tirelessly to save the business from going under while juggling multiple personal projects as well as looking after Elyse.

"I was curious to know if you were starting a new job soon?" Alanah said to James, well aware of his current situation.

"I can't say I haven't thought about it. I know Bruce and Lawrence are doing pretty well for themselves these days."

Alanah smiled, "I know, Bruce has got married and is building his dream house. Lawrence told me he was thinking of buying a yacht. Although that was probably the alcohol talking."

James allowed himself a small laugh. He did miss his old friends, and deep down he was happy for them. But he had his own dreams and goals that he wanted to achieve. Including one very particular scenario involving a certain former co-worker that had long been on his list of things to do. Quite literally in this case.

"I'm glad you mentioned alcohol. How about a drink"

Alanah nodded, "A drink would be nice. Whiskey please."

James grabbed two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. A bottle that he preferred to save for special occasions. He knew this was special, a rare chance to get to know Alanah in a very different way.

An Australian double wood, the glass bottle in his hand showcased the rich burnished bronze alcohol, gently rolling out into the glasses below.

"In honor of my favorite Australian," referencing Alanah's homeland.

Once he'd poured them both a drink, he sat back in his chair with the chair turned at an angle away from the desk.

His guest's eyes wandered the room as James made small talk.

"I left my stuff in the main room."

"Yeah, it's all boxed up ready to go. You had some interesting items in there." He winked, having emphasized the 'interesting'.

Alanah's eyes widened and she smoothed her dress down. Her face turned a bright shade of scarlet until a thought came to her: "If you had your eye on my stuff, then you must have had me on your mind a little bit."

James knew this was true. He'd been dreaming of finally seeing Alanah again after so long. She was just as hot as he recalled. Maybe she was even better in some ways.

Her breasts were bigger and rounder. Her waist was more slender and her hips curved out more. Her abs were more defined, and her thighs looked plump and juicy hugged by her yoga pants.

He took a swig of his drink then set the glass down and said "You were one of the nicest people at this company. I don't think I ever thanked you for your help and hard work."

"You shouldn't need to thank me," she replied.

"I know this was never your preferred job, but you really worked your ass off even with your health issues."

Alanah smiled, taken aback by his words of generosity.

"Well, it's nice to see that there are still some mature people left who work in this place."

She took another sip of her drink, then set it on the desk. She turned towards James.

"If you want to thank me, you can buy me dinner."

James was stunned by her forwardness, but not displeased.

A chance at dinner with Alanah was the perfect opportunity to get her back at his place and fuck her at last.

"Sure, dinner sounds great." James poured her another drink as he spoke. He drained his glass and set it on the table too, before turning to face her once more. A sly smile crept across his face and sexually charged thoughts raced through his head.

He imagined Alanah using her feet to stroke his cock up and down while they sat at the restaurant table, trying not to get caught but enjoying the thrill of doing so anyway.

What was once nothing but a fantasy in the back of his mind was now so close to happening.

"So, where do you want to go tonight?" James reached for his phone and began scrolling through restaurant reviews.

Alanah grinned mischievously. "I know a perfect place. It's a little pricey but it has great food... and a backroom with privacy if we need it later on." She winked, unable to resist the tease in her voice as she baited him with that final sentence.

Smirking, James pointed to the wedding ring on his finger. "Careful now, I have a wife."

Alanah bit her lip seductively.

"Naughty boy, cheating on your poor, pregnant wife. But, you're in luck. Married men are my favorite."

-Later that evening-

Alanah sat opposite James, staring around the lavishly decorated restaurant. The scent of food and wine danced in the air with the sound of a piano scoring the intimate and elegant setting.

Alanah sipped the last of her wine and looked around.

To the right of her was a group celebrating a birthday. On the other side of her, sat a couple in the middle of what seemed to be a very passionate conversation.

Neither the table nor the occupants were what really held Alanah's attention though. She was waiting for the right moment to excuse herself to go to the bathroom.

She needed to pee, and badly. Perhaps it was the nerves?

She'd gone on plenty of dates before. Even dates with other married men. But not with a man married to one of her best friends.

The last couple of hours had been a blur as they talked, laughed, and teased each other. The date was definitely going well. But Alanah could not help but feel weird about it.

It had been a long time since she'd been with another guy. The combination of her new job, and her chronic fatigue meant she hadn't been out much or really even looking for anything. Combine that with large amounts of alcohol and the taboo of going on a date with your friend's husband, Alanah's brain was full of ideas tonight - the good and the bad.

"I have to go to the bathroom real quick. Sorry." Alanah whispered to James, before sliding her chair out and walking off towards the restroom.

'Even the toilets are expensive,' she thought to herself as she reached the restroom, immaculately clean, deftly scented with citrus, and decorated stylishly despite its less than fashionable function.

But Alanah wasn't there to admire the interior decoration.

Her bladder was bursting, and so she dived into one of the cubicles.

Lifting up her red dress and placing her ass on the seat, Alanah parted her legs and began to pee.

Her mind wandered as she released her bladder. She had even forgotten to wear panties because she had been so distracted all day thinking about the date.

Never before had she reacted so strongly to a man, and she needed to figure out just what it was about him that drew her in.

Was it because he was married? Or perhaps it was her maternal instincts. This man was a father, and an ideal candidate to get her pregnant as she wished for.

Without thought, she slipped a finger inside her pussy, already wet from the pee she had just released. Using her other hand, Alanah rubbed her thigh, feeling the tingle it gave her as she slowly teased herself.

Putting one leg up on the seat, she spread herself even further apart. With a finger, she traced up and down her now puffy labia. Reaching her clit, Alanah circled it slowly before sliding her finger deep inside her hot, wet pussy.

The thought of getting caught had not crossed her mind. All she could focus on was reaching her climax. Moans of pleasure escaped her lips, the sound echoing around the restroom.

Fingering herself faster and more forcefully, she closed her eyes. Imagining that the fingers inside her right now were not her own, but James's.

Alanah forced herself to stop needing to catch her breath.

Feeling thirsty and horny at the same time, she couldn't help but pull her fingers out of her pussy and bring them to her lips. Licking her fingers, she savored the taste of her juices, even enjoying the hint of pee still mixed in.

This pause didn't just let Alanah regain her breath, but it allowed her to listen out for any potential visitors to the restroom that would interrupt.

Luckily, she could not hear anyone. She was still alone. Free to carry on touching herself.

Alanah traced her belly back down to her warm pussy, determined to finish her private playtime.

This time she placed three fingers inside while rubbing her clit with her other hand. By now her clit was stiff, matching her swollen nipples straining for relief.

In and out, quicker and more forcefully, her fingers went as her orgasm built.

Hot juices escaped into the crack of her ass and her body began to shake. The sensation of her asshole being tickled by her pussy juices made Alanah reach behind to collect the juices with her finger and lubricate it. Then she slid that finger inside her ass, keeping her other hand firmly inside her pussy as she continued towards the apex of desire.

With both holes filled, the orgasm shook her whole body.

Her toes curled and her feet arched, no longer holding back the moans she had been desperately fighting against. Juices fired out of her dripping pussy as she squirted over her hands and onto the door of the cubicle, remnants escaping onto the floor below.

Panting, Alanah rested her head against the wall for a moment. Little aftershocks of enjoyment flared up in the passing minutes, fading away as her heart rate returned to normal and the orgasm subsided at last.

She stood up carefully, her legs still weak. Pulling down her dress, she flushed away her mess and left the cubicle. With the room remaining empty, Alanah took the time to reset her dress and hair before walking back to the table as if nothing had happened.

As Alanah sat back down, James had a sly grin on his face.

"I was worried you'd fallen down the toilet or something!"

He was met with a middle finger in jest.

The waiter had already cleared their plates away, and James offered Alanah the dessert menu.

"See anything you like?"

"No dessert for me. Watching my weight."

James narrowed his eyes. "I think you're in perfect shape."

Alanah shrugged. "Got to keep my body ready for the beach."

"You're welcome to come to the gym with me anytime," James said, readying his wallet to pay the bill.

Alanah smiled. "Such a gentleman, paying on the first date."

Unable to resist a flirtatious joke, James retorted. "You can pay for the second then, right?"

James pulled Alanah in close and they began to kiss, their lips parting as his tongue gently entered her mouth.

Alanah allowed herself to be taken away with him and she kissed back as their tongues wrestled. She could feel his hand brush under the smooth fabric of her skirt before coming to rest just above her knee. Just his hands touching her sent shivers down her spine.

She sensed the mood had shifted quickly and could tell James was feeling a little more playful and bold than he usually was. She lay her hand on top of his and nudged his hand a little further up her leg. Almost as if to give him permission to go further.

James obliged and Alanah felt his fingers crawl up the length of her thigh until they came to rest just outside where her panties should have been.

With no panties to get in the way, James ran his fingers along the folds of Alanah's pussy, still wet and sensitive from her bathroom adventures.

Lifting her head away from James to look around the restaurant, Alanah checked to see if anyone was watching. Nobody was.

She took another sip of wine as James ran his fingers up and down her thigh once again. They moved slowly but purposefully, and Alanah felt herself becoming turned on by this. Taking a deep breath, she shifted her legs wider in anticipation for him to finally bring his fingers to her opening. Her heart raced as he once again reached the top of her thigh and then ran along the slit of her outer lips.

He began to tease them apart, his fingers moving up and down before taking the plunge into her wetness.

Alanah fought to let her sighs escape, just as she had done moments before by herself. She could feel her cheeks become flushed as her body was overcome with tingling sensations. It was too much.

Giving in, Alanah moaned out loud.

She froze when the waiter reappeared. She'd been so absorbed in the moment.

James still had his fingers inside her and she had nervously shifted trying to sit straighter expecting him to move his hand away. But he didn't flinch. He just held it there inside.

Alanah knew she couldn't do or say anything without making a scene. She watched as James flashed her a mischievous smile. She couldn't believe he would actually leave his fingers inside her while the waiter was talking to them.

The waiter asked if they wanted to order desserts, but James declined.

Alanah felt a finger move a little inside her as if to prompt her into giving an answer. Barely able to concentrate, she replied that she was full, prompting a quiet laugh from James.

The waiter eyed him suspiciously but did not act further, simply collecting the unwanted dessert menu and heading back to retrieve the credit card terminal.

James finally withdrew his fingers from inside of Alanah, causing her to shudder.

Their waiter returned to sort the payment. "Any plans for the rest of the night, Mr and Mrs..."

"Willems" Alanah replied, giving James a wink. "My husband and I are going to the theater."

"Oh, wonderful. What's on the show tonight?"

"Cats. My favorite musical." James cut in, sharing an old inside joke with Alanah from their time together working at Funhaus.

The waiter nodded. "I hope you enjoy the show, Mr. and Mrs. Willems."

James and Alanah just looked at each other and smiled.

-After the show-

A drunken Alanah stood up awkwardly, almost losing her balance immediately, as she exited the Uber.

James reached out a hand to keep her on her feet. He pulled her towards him, then put his arms around her shoulder.

"That was a nice date. I really enjoyed it," she said, slurring her words.

"Really? You seemed a little nervous there at the end," James replied, slipping one hand in the pocket of his trousers, the other arm still around Alanah's shoulders.

"Oh come on! You had your fingers in my pussy while we were still at the table."

Alanah would never have said, let alone shouted, such a dirty thing in public were she not already filled with multiple bottles of wine.

"It's the first time in years that I've been on a first date again. Being married and all."

Alanah reached up to hold the hand wrapped around her shoulder and ran her fingers along James's wedding ring.

"I don't believe you'd cheat on Elyse without some kind of arrangement or ulterior motive. So what's really happening?" She quizzed him.

Although she wanted an answer, she wouldn't get one. Not now.

James put his free hand on Alanah's waist and pulled her towards him, earning her silence from further questions with another kiss. Keeping his other arm wrapped around her shoulder, he guided the tipsy Alanah into the hotel that they had booked for a night.

The two made their way past reception and into the elevator. As the elevator ascended they took the opportunity to share a quick kiss. James leaned in to kiss Alanah, his hands moving up to run over her breasts. He left them there, kneading them between his fingers.

Alanah moved her hands lower over the outside of his trousers. She gasped at what she knew was his hard cock, growing in his trousers as she kept running her hand over it.

The elevator doors opened and they broke off from each other, adjusting themselves before leaving and wandering into the lobby.

Alanah notices James trying to conceal his erection as they walk towards their hotel room still filled with the buzz and confidence granted by innumerable glasses of alcoholic drinks.

He fumbled around the door for a few seconds as he struggles to get the keycard into the door.

Granted access, at last, the two stagger into the room.

Alanah had barely closed the door when she felt herself being grabbed by the waist with James's muscular arms, letting out a playful yelp in surprise.