“Certainly, Mr. Wilson.”

Bruce and Jennifer left Mr. Schneider’s office in silence and went back into the limo.

“It’s time you told me what you know, Jen. How did you know?”

“It’s about you, Bruce.”

“What?”

“I received the results from the urologist, remember? You went to see him last Saturday. They did a fertility test, and...” Jennifer paused and looked down. “You’re sterile, Bruce.”

“What? Are you sure?”

“You have what they call testicular azoospermia. It means you have no sperm count...”

Chapter Two

“Mmm... what time is it?”

Two weeks had passed since Bruce had received the results from the urologist. Jennifer had spent the entire week-end with him, mostly talking about their relationship, Bruce’s options, and their future. He had more tests to do to confirm his condition and to consider any treatment, but Bruce had been very affected, both psychologically and emotionally. He couldn’t believe and accept that he wouldn’t be able to have his own family.

Jennifer had been very patient and supportive, reassuring Bruce that it didn’t matter as long as they understood each other.

“It’s 5:30 AM.” Bruce said, panting. He was already awake and had just done about a hundred push-ups. His chest and shoulders were pumped, looking even more impressive with the light of the ceiling coming from above.

Lying on the bed, Jennifer was observing him. She couldn’t get enough of his amazing body. Half asleep, she could see his naked buttocks - two soft, yet very muscular, cheeks flexing one after another as he was climbing up the stairs of his two-story closet.

“I can’t see it, but I know it’s there...” Jennifer said.

Bruce kept walking, without turning to see her. “What?”

“I’m really impressed that you can do your push-ups while your dick is hard.”

Bruce chuckled. “Oh, you’re talking about that... Yes, it’s always hard in the morning. You should be grateful; they say it’s a sign of vitality. It usually takes me about ten to fifteen minutes to get soft.” He grabbed a white shirt and a dark blue tie from the drawer when he heard Jennifer moaning. He turned around and saw her downstairs, lying naked in bed, pulling the sheet down slowly and spreading her legs. She was looking at him, her eyes half opened and filled with lust, and biting her lips.

“You don’t want to waste all that vitality, do you?” she said, caressing her inner thighs with her fingers and revealing her shaved folds, swollen with desire. Bruce leaned forward and crossed his big arms against the handrail, his cock getting bigger as he was watching Jennifer teasing him.

“Can you cum in ten minutes?” he asked, his cock now fully erected. “I have a helicopter to catch in an hour...”

She simply nodded, still looking at him, rubbing her wet pussy and sucking her index finger. “Maybe even faster...”

She closed her eyes and moaned louder, inviting Bruce to hurry. He calmly put his shirt and tie back in the drawer, and went down the stairs. Jennifer was hypnotized by his massive cock moving up and down, following the rhythm of his steps.

He didn’t join her in bed, though – he simply stood in front of her. “Keep touching yourself. Show me you’re ready - no time for foreplay.”

Jennifer, still quiet, pulled out her wet finger from her mouth and slid it inside her soaking pussy. Bruce could see her long pink nail going back and forth between her clit and inside her channel, gently spreading her delicate lips. Very quickly, her finger was coated with her white juices and her perineum was covered by her cream. The room was filled by her strong and musky odor, leaving no doubts about her arousal.

Sex was in the air...

Without a word, Bruce grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards him, until her ass was near the edge of the bed. He pushed back her ankles towards her head and told her to hook her arms around her knees. He gently stroked his cock and kneeled down. Then, he grabbed her by the ass and lifted her a little bit, so her pussy was directly in front of his face.

“I thought you said no foreplay...” Jennifer said, looking at him between her legs.

“I just want to make sure my cock will slide very deep without hurting you.” Bruce said, diving between her firm thighs. His tongue went directly inside her soaking pussy, parting her folds to the side and allowing her juices to leak on the bed sheet. Bruce fucked her with his tongue, while he was playing with her tight ring, rubbing it with his thumb.

Jennifer, eyes closed, was panting. With her arms still holding her legs, she could reach Bruce’s head with her hand. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him closer, feeling his hot breath against her crotch. “Baby, fuck me... You’re going to be late, just fuck me now!”

Bruce stood up and pressed his swollen shaft between her folds. He rubbed his cock against her lips and patted her clit with his head – forming a string of precum, connecting the slit of his cock to her pussy. Jennifer felt increasingly horny by the sight of his semen mixing with her juices.

“Baby, you’re so sexy... I can’t wait, fuck me now! Oh yeah, I like that, deeper baby – I want to feel your balls against my ass...”

Bruce was slowly engulfing his large pole inside her walls, resting his hands on her feet. As soon as her pussy lips were around the base of his cock, he started to fuck her hard, his hips going back and forth with energy.

He and Jennifer were sweating, panting, moaning and grunting. Both had their eyes closed and their head tipped to the back. The friction of his velvet cock against her eager walls was exquisite – they were both lost in their own selfish pleasure, feeling the endorphin throughout their body like a drug.

Jennifer climaxed first, screaming very loud and scratching Bruce’s shoulders with her nails. Satisfied, Bruce also allowed himself to cum, filling Jennifer’s deep center with his load of hot sperm.

“Oh my God... That’s a hell of a way to wake up. Oh wait baby, come here. Oops...” Jennifer said, while touching Bruce’s bleeding shoulders. “I got carried away. I didn’t even realize I scratched you so hard. Sorry...”

Bruce kissed her. “That’s fine; a warrior needs to have a few battle scars.”

“Yeah... my sexy warrior. You’re the Lord of Sex!”

Bruce chuckled and joined her in bed. She put her head on his six-pack and caressed his now semi-hard cock. Bruce was caressing her hair. “You’re sure you want to quit?”

“Yes I am.” Jennifer said. “It’s been really crazy since we’ve been together and I’ve thought about it many times. I can’t really work for you anymore; it’s just too difficult for me. I can’t handle the double life, you know - you being tough during the day time, and then me pretending that I’m okay at night...”

“I understand. It’s easier for me, for sure.”

“It’s not just about you. There are many things. The pressure at work, the gossips, people looking at me and asking personal questions, the nasty comments... I can’t stand it. People are getting mean and sarcastic; it’s not a good environment for me anymore. I think they know about us, but since they can’t prove it, they push me.”

Bruce sighed. “I probably pay them too much... They’ve become too comfortable and not busy enough. If they have time to do that, we have a problem. I mean, I have a problem in my company...”

“I don’t know, Bruce. I also admire you, you know.” Jennifer said, looking at him.

“Why? Because I’m rich? And then what, that’s not a reason to quit...”

“No. I admire your background, your tenacity, how you got where you are and overcame so many obstacles - not only professional, but also personal ones. Your whole character is just amazing.”

“Well... thank you. But how is it connected to you quitting your job?”