After work, first date.

Savouring the power she had in this situation, feeling her body and soul sing as Gary was willingly sharing her fantasies and games. "Meet me later, after work."

"Dinner?" Gary asked.

"Sure," Liza said. "My treat".

Gary grinned, "It's a date, but only if you...".

Liza was already hungrily sucking on her coated fingers; the idea of a date with him had her hopes up of something bigger, something more than just his piece on the side. "My pussy tastes so delicious, Anything!" she moaned.

"Fuck yea," Gary said quietly. "Send me a text of the restaurant and time; I'll get you there. But two other things I just thought of: make sure your lips taste of your pussy so when you kiss me when I see you, I can taste you, and leave those panties on the floor; let the cleaners pick them up if they come in." Then he hung up.

Liza left work; she had phoned Mike and explained she would be working late. She also called her mom and asked her to check in on Mike and to make sure he was not going to be in the town later and spoil her date with Gary.

Liza stood outside the restaurant. She checked her watch again; she had been early and eager. She had carried out Gary's instructions to the last letter, making sure her lips were generously coated with her pussy's wetness, just as Gary had instructed on the phone. Liza was feeling nervous, yet she felt an intense thrill at being so brazen and daring, going pantie-less in public and waiting on her partner in infidelity to arrive; the thought of leaving the office and her panties on the floor like he suggested excited her. Gary was so naughty.

She looked around eagerly for Gary, her heart fluttering at the thought of seeing him again.

Her breath hitched as she saw him walk towards her.

Their eyes locked, and the corner of his mouth turned up in a knowing smile when he saw her.

He strode towards her, stopping just short of her.

Liza felt a shiver as she picked up where he left off; she closed the distance between them and leaned down to plant her lips on his. She began to press harder and wrapped her arms around him, deepening the public kiss.

She let her lips slide over his before slipping her tongue into his mouth; she grew more excited about who, potentially, might see her kissing a man who was not her spouse.

Gary's hands went to her ass, pulling her close as he too deepened their kiss.

Liza could feel the outline of his cock pressing against her thigh.

She broke the kiss and looked up at him from underneath her lashes. "I followed your instructions," she said with a small grin.

Gary returned her grin as he moved his tongue over his lips. "I see that. I can taste you. And the underwear?"

"On the floor in my office, I will know tomorrow morning if the cleaners pick them up," replied Liza.

Gary chuckled and leaned down to kiss her again before whispering in her ear, "You look great; let's get this date started."

They headed into the restaurant hand in hand, with Liza delighted to hear confirmation it was still a date.

The hostess led them to a secluded table in the corner, their eyes locked as they sat across from each other.

The chemistry between them was palpable; it was all Liza could do to keep her hands off him during dinner. She had carefully studied what Gary liked, his food choices; she asked him about best dates and best celebrity crushes, each question she used to place a map where she needed to get to.

She had listened and learnt how she should dress to entice him, her skirts shorter, her undergarments sexier; she was eager to please, to show more cleavage, to show large shows of admiration for him in public.

Liza wanted to be his dream woman.

"So why have you never married, Gary?" she asked as she took a forkful of steak.

"The right woman was not available," Gary told her.

"What is the right woman?" Liza asked honestly, trying to keep it casual, but she lost the taste of the meat in her mouth as she heightened her senses for his response.

"Well, she would be drop-dead gorgeous, like you, but more revealing in clothing choices," Gary replied, a wicked grin playing on his lips. His eyes trailed down to her cleavage, lingering for a moment before meeting her eyes again.

Liza undid a button on her blouse and exposed a little more cleavage.

"A bit trophy wife-ish. You know, always looking her best. Loads of emphasis on looks, behaviour and shows of affection to her husband."

Liza felt her cheeks flush; she felt those things were achievable.

"And what else is this woman like?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Big hair, lots of makeup, cleavage on display, and propped up."

Liza took a sip of her wine, hiding a sly smile as she realised that his 'trophy wife' would essentially be on display for him.

"What about her, not just looks?" she asked softly.

"Kinky and always ready in the bedroom, fussing over me," Gary replied.

Liza could feel herself getting wet at the thought of being Gary's trophy wife.

"She would support my career and be a proper housewife; she will be comfortable with making other men look at her but never ever cheating; she would devote herself to me and our kids," Gary said with a hint of a challenge in his voice.

"Kids?" Liza repeated, feeling a sudden surge of excitement at the thought of having children with Gary. "So you do want lots of kids?" she asked hopefully.

Gary's face softened as he looked at her. "Of course I do, Liza. I want. The trophy breeding wife, as many kids as we could produce, the clean, pristine house just like your mom's," he said.

"I would love a dozen or more kids with her; if it were up to me, I would breed her like some royal stallion studs their thoroughbred mares. You'd be pregnant, birthing 24/7 if it were up to me."

Liza felt her face flush with excitement at the thought of becoming Gary's breeding trophy wife. She imagined herself in a flowing white dress, her belly swollen with child, Gary by her side, both of them beaming with pride. She couldn't wait to start their family together, but first, she needed to become that woman he wanted.

"You are blushing. Did I offend you?" Gary asked her.

"No," Liza said nervously.

"What is it, then?" he asked.

"You said YOU would be pregnant," Liza said.

"Forgive me; I got carried away," Gary told her.

"Is getting a girl pregnant a bit of a fetish of yours?" Liza asked.

"Well," Gary lowered his voice and leaned forward, as if he were releasing the most monumental secrets known to man. "I find the idea of this stunning, out-of-my-league trophy wife wanting to breed with me my hottest fantasy, knowing they want it, that they encouraged it, and that they had planned it," Gary admitted.

Liza could feel her heart racing at the thought of carrying Gary's child. She felt a sudden surge of excitement and desire for him, her mind racing with lustful thoughts.

"What about her career?" Liza asked, trying to hide anything in her voice.

"Career?" Gary repeated. "She doesn't need one or want one; she would be focused on looking her best, flaunting herself to show off and amplifying her assets, making other women jealous and other men wish."

"And looking after the kids full-time and the house," Liza enquired.

"No, she would have a hands-on mother for that, one that helped her cook, clean and raise the kids, give her the time to look good and…" He leaned in further. "To let her daughter fuck like a wild breeding animal to please her man."

Liza's bare pussy was soaked. She dabbed the corners of her mouth with her napkin and then excused herself. She worried her wetness had soaked the seat or soaked through her skirt as she marched to the bathrooms.

She carried her bag along the dimly lit corridor. She picked the last door and went inside, locking it as she looked into the mirror at the sink. The restroom was self-contained; it had a counter and sink, a pan and a baby changing shelf.

Liza took a deep breath; she could almost taste herself; her pussy dripping. The thought of fulfilling Gary's demands exhilarating.

She fixed her makeup and then took out her phone. She hurriedly punched in a text, then placed the phone down before unlocking the door.

She pulled down the changing shelf and hitched her skirt over her hips, her hand on the edge of the sink as she lifted herself up, her bare ass on the cold counter.

She brought her heel up to the edge of the counter and spread herself. She ruffled her hair before one hand went back on the counter and the other on the pulled-down shelf; she waited.

Liza traced her tongue over her lips, readying them.

She could hear the footsteps, then the bathroom handle. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath; she opened them as she heard the door creak open.

"Liza.....Fuck, you look hot like this," Gary said, his voice low and husky with lust.

She moaned softly, arching her back and spreading her legs wider for his viewing.

Gary hurried inside and locked the door.

"I got this strange text: Come to the end bathroom; the door is unlocked, and I will let you get some baby-making practice in." He read out. "Know anything about that?" he said as he looked up from his phone.

His eyes locked on Liza's dripping wet pussy, spread and wet for him.

"Why don't you come over and empty what cum you have left in those big glorious balls into my womb? If you want to make a baby, come do it already," Liza said with a smile that told how serious she was.

Gary wasted no time. He stepped forward, pulling his hard cock free as he approached.

She moved slightly to the edge, and Gary positioned himself between her legs. He reached down and took Liza's hips in his hands, pulling her closer to the edge of the countertop.

He pushed himself inside of her in one swift motion, causing Liza to gasp and throw her head back against the mirror behind her.

"Oh God, Gary," she whispered, biting her bottom lip as he began to thrust into her with reckless abandon. She tried to undo her blouse and then pulled one of her breasts free. Gary's mouth was clamped over it, raising her passion further, and then her hands were gripping the shelf and counter to combat his thrust.

Gary's muffled groan signalled his appreciation, his hands pressing deeper into her hips.

She moved her thighs, spreading wider, allowing him to drive with less restriction into her milking pussy.

Liza's moans grew louder; she clawed at the shelf, feeling a trail of perspiration tickle down her back.

"Don't stop; don't you dare fucking stop! Don't even dare pull out of me," she cried out. "I want that cum inside me. I want your babies," she moaned.

"This is so fucking hot, Liza. Better than I could ever have imagined, you wanting my kids, letting me knock you up. Oh God."

Gary's thrusts grew more urgent, his hands gripping her hips even tighter as he drove himself deeper into her. Liza could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening around him as she neared climax.

"Fuck, Gary! I'm going to cum when you cum inside me!" she cried out.

"I'm going to put a baby in you, Liza. I'm going to fill you up with so much cum that it runs down your legs. Tell me you want it too?" Gary growled as he continued to piston his hips into her.

Liza felt her pussy clench around his cock at his words. She knew she wanted this and had thought about little else for days now. The thrill of knowing that they were doing something so forbidden, the excitement of possibly getting pregnant with his baby, a step closer to being his dream woman.

"Fuck yea, I want it too. I want you to fill me up with your cum, to pump me full of your baby batter." Liza cried.

"Fuck, Liza! I love knowing you want to be pregnant, to get big for me," Gary growled.

Liza could feel he was close; she decided to push him over the edge. "Cum inside me, use my cunt to knock me up, then keep fucking me every chance we get. My body is for your pleasure; get your seed right up inside me so I can produce for you, Gary," she whispered.

Gary began letting out loud grunts as he buried himself deep inside Liza.

"Are you going to come with me, Liza?" Gary growled.

"Hell, fuck, yea," Liza cried back. "Cum inside me, Gary," she cried out as she felt her own climax crashing into her. Her vision went white as pleasure consumed her; her muscles clenched around his cock as wave after wave washed over her as Gary began to release inside her.

As Liza came around from her orgasm, she found she was gently gyrating and still milking Gary's softening cock that was still inside her.

Gary pulled out, his cock leaving her with a small smack of their fluids mingling together as they dripped down her thighs.

Liza looked down at him, her cheeks flushed with pleasure, her breathing heavy. "That was wonderful," she whispered breathlessly.

Gary smiled up at her as he tucked himself back into his trousers; he reached over and helped her down off the counter.

"I don't know if we have, but imagine if you just knocked me up with your baby right now. Right here", Liza told him as she pulled down her skirt.

Then he smiled, a genuine, warm smile, and leaned in to kiss her. "I hope so," he said softly against her lips. "That would make me so fucking happy. But what would you tell Mike?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, your husband Mike, if you were pregnant, what would you tell him?" Gary explained.

Liza wanted to ask him to marry her, so that she would leave Mike and devote herself to being his breeding trophy wife that Gary deserved, but Liza kept silent; she knew she had to take things slow.

"Well, I guess I would let him believe it's his, unless you wanted me not to," Liza said as she leaned in for another kiss, this time she slipped her tongue into his mouth, she licked and tasted herself from his lips, and sucked on his tongue, willing to do whatever was required to become Gary's.

As the kiss broke, Liza looked up at him with a smile. "

"Well, I guess that's one way we could do it," Gary said as he ran his fingers through her hair.

Liza knew she still had a lot of work to do to become Gary's perfect woman; she thought about it as they returned to their table.

"Sorry, I thought you had left," the waitress said as she approached.

"No, we just decided to have a little fun on our date," Liza replied with a wink, making a bit of a show for Gary.

The waitress blushed and hastily took another order of drinks; Liza couldn't help but feel closer to achieving her goals of being Gary's.

Liza sent a text and instantly got one back.

"Mum said we could use her house tonight or tomorrow after work," Liza read aloud. Her phone pinged again. "Or both.

"Tonight I'm spent; how about tomorrow? Plus, I'm in favour off sending you home to hubby with a womb full of cum," Gary replied, his eyes lighting up with wicked delight.

"Alright, tomorrow then," Liza agreed, biting her bottom lip as she looked up at him through her eyelashes, slightly disappointed he was ready to end their first date.

Gary could sense her disappointment and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Don't worry; tomorrow I will make you cum harder than you ever have before, I promise. I will fuck you so full of cum."

Liza couldn't wait to see what he had in store for her tomorrow.

They finished their drinks.