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It was intense! It was by far the strongest orgasm I’d had in quite a while and I wasn’t even on a bed. I was bent over the back of the couch in my living room and the hard cock was driving into me from behind. My feet weren’t even touching the floor and I had my wadded up panties in my mouth and I was biting down hard on them to keep from screaming out and waking the baby.
He gave one last push, muttered “Oh fuck!” and I felt the hot wetness of his discharge. He stood behind me not moving as his cock lost its hardness and when he was limp he stepped back and his cock flopped out of me. I scooted back until my feet were touching the floor and then I stood and turned to face him and asked:
“What was your name again?”
To understand why a nameless man was plundering my pussy you need to know only that I’m a girl who was raised by a father whose basic philosophy was:
“Don’t get mad, get even and after you are even go a little farther and get ahead.”
I heard that all my life and I remembered it on the day I found out what my husband Tony had been up to.
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The story starts on the day that Tony said, “I think we are ready for children now; what do you think?”
I stared down at my coffee as I thought about the question. Tony and I had been married just short of five years. We decided even before taking our vows that while we did want children we did not want them until we had done some traveling; done a few things that we wanted to do and were financially stable. Apparently Tony thought we were at that point. I wasn’t all that happy with my job as a legal secretary and becoming a stay at home mom had a certain appeal for me and so I said:
“I guess that it is as good a time as any.”
I took myself off the pill, put my diaphragm in storage and four months later I was, as my mother so quaintly put it, with child and that is when the problems started. Actually, the problems started when I started showing. At the first sign of my enlarging tummy my sex life started going to hell. Our four and sometimes five times a week fell to three and sometimes four and then to two and on a rare occasion three and that was followed by maybe once a week.
My hormones were raging and I wanted to make love two and three times a day and I wasn’t getting it. Finally Tony stopped making love to me altogether. He told me that he was afraid that making love would hurt the baby. I pointed out that the doctor said we could keep going until the eighth month or until it got uncomfortable for me, but Tony said that doctors have been known to be wrong and he wasn’t going to take any chances.
And then, as if the lack of sex wasn’t bad enough, Tony came home and told me he was in line for a promotion at work and he was going to have to start putting in longer hours. Just when I was feeling my worst I was being left home alone almost every night of the week. I had my job to keep me occupied during the day, but sitting home alone watching the pap that had on TV just wasn’t getting it. I put up with it for about a month and then I started looking for something to do that would get me out of the house in the evenings.
I was at the public library one Monday checking out some books on child rearing when I saw a notice on the bulletin board about a Tuesday night book discussion group. Tuesday night I showed up, had an interesting time, met some nice people and decided to continue attending. The next Tuesday I ended up sitting next to a woman about my age and in talking I found that we had a lot in common. After the meeting the two of us went to the Waffle House for coffee and to get to know each other better. I found out that Julie’s reason for starting to attend the discussion group was the same as mine. She started attending because she also was tired of being home alone while her husband worked late hours.