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Note: Mixed Bag is a compilation of stories by Rachael Ross and
contains a Foreword and 65 chapters. It is being posted to ASSM
largely in sequence. See MB00 for a table of contents. All stories
copyrighted 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
visit my website at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm and see my
blog http://anarchyforbeginners.blogspot.com/ for additional
information. Thanks. -rr


Adults Only

Mixed Bag - Chapter Thirty Seven



The Imaginary Man (Part V-C)

by rache


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Story Codes: M/F, Rom, Interr, Cheat, Cuck, Preg

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    "Seth?" I whispered his name, feeling shy and nervous, even a
little frightened as I woke him up. He'd brought me home. To his home
which was a large, three bedroom house that he was finishing himself.
It was nice and I'd explored it, just a little.

    "Hmmm..." he opened his eyes with a soft sigh and then a smile.
"You're still here."

    "Yeah," I tried to smile back. "I...I made you breakfast. Some
coffee."

    "Okay," he cleared his throat and sat up slowly, looking at me.

    I felt vaguely embarrassed because I was wearing one of his dress
shirts. I'd rolled the sleeves up and it covered me to mid thigh,
showing off my smooth brown legs and hanging loosely over my breasts.
I hadn't been thinking about it at the time, but I was suddenly aware
of how attractive I must have looked in it. Seth and I were sharing an
intimacy I hadn't planned on.

    "I hope you don't mind..." I started and he cut me off.

    "No, it looks great on you," he said and then caught himself.
"I'll, uh...I'm going to clean up and then..."

    "Okay," I nodded quickly and I realized he wanted a little
privacy, which might have seemed odd after what we'd done the night
before.

    I was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee in his button
down dress shirt and nothing else. My thong had been a disaster, my
dress as well and I'd washed them in the sink. So I was sitting in a
man's kitchen, a white man's kitchen, bottomless and wearing his shirt
and drinking his coffee. I was humiliated to recall the things I'd
done the night before. How I'd cheated on my husband and let Seth put
his cock inside me and fill my unprotected womb with his seed. I tried
not to think about it, but what else was there?

    Seth had called me a slut and maybe that's what I was now. A
cheating wife and a whore, and I'd done things with the man that I'd
never imagined before in my life. I should have run away and I could
have. I could have called my husband, but then what? I'd confess?
Would Richard hate me for what I'd done or would he jerk off listening
to me describe how Seth had fucked me. I wanted neither of those
things and for the life of me I couldn't find a third possibility. I
had nowhere else to go.

    "Good morning," Seth smiled at me and he was clean and washed
after what must have been a quick shower.

    He was wearing a red bathrobe faded to pink, just a little too
small perhaps, and I imagined he'd had it forever without much use for
it until this morning. His black hair was combed and his blue eyes
were clear, his cheeks scrubbed pink. Seth looked nice like that and I
averted my eyes, not because I felt desire for him, but because I knew
the desire was there. I'd felt it the night before and surrendered to
it completely and I was afraid of it.

    "Hi," I said, glancing up for just that second and then away as I
felt my body burning with humiliation. What was I doing there?

    "This looks great, Amber," Seth told me sitting down and I'd
prepared an omelet for him. "Thank you."

    "I told you I can cook," I said, trying to smile and I didn't know
what to do with my eyes.

    "And clean too," Seth looked around his kitchen. "You didn't have
to do that."

    "I..." I cleared my throat, looking down at my coffee. "I thought
that's what you wanted."

    "Last night," Seth said slowly, "I said some things, a lot of
things that I...thought you wanted to hear. I didn't mean to hurt you."

    "You didn't hurt me," I lied.

    "I did." He was looking at me. "I'm sorry, Amber. You're beautiful
and amazing and I just...I don't know. I think I was punishing you."

    "Punishing me?" I looked up at him, biting my lip.

    "Maybe," he sighed. "I'm not really good at, uh...sorting out my
feelings like this. Um..."

    "Okay," I almost smiled as I tried to understand what he was
saying.

    "A woman like you should be with a man who loves her," Seth told
me. "I don't know why you're not with your husband, but last night all
I could think of was how stupid he must be."

    "So..." I did smile then. "You were punishing my husband?"

    "Heh," Seth smiled back at me. "I don't know...maybe...I was acting
like a little kid, you know? Wanting to break a toy because he can't
have it."

    "I'm not a toy," I said softly.

    "I know that," he said into my eyes. "I never thought you were."

    "I know." I blinked at him, at the sincerity there.

    "But that's how I felt," Seth looked down and shook his head. "I
know you love your husband..." he looked up suddenly and caught my eyes
once more. "I just wish I knew how that feels."

    "To love my husband?" I joked weakly, stirring my coffee and
wondering if I really wanted to hear this or not.

    "No."

    "You don't even know me," I said, lifting my cup. "Maybe
everything is my fault."

    "Some of it maybe," Seth shrugged. "But not all of it, Amber. I
know that much."

    I sipped my coffee, trying to digest what Seth had told me. He was
a different man, or no...He was the same man, but in a different light
and he was seeing me differently as well, I thought. He was telling me
how he felt, as much as he could without hurting us, and that seemed
more than Richard had been willing to do for me.

    "I'll never treat you that way again," Seth told me after half a
minute of silence. "I'm...ashamed of myself actually," he cleared his
throat. "I owe you an apology and..."

    "I was there," I told him. "I wanted it, you were right. You
didn't force me to do anything, Seth."

    "I didn't ask either, did I?" he frowned.

    "I didn't want you to," I told him and for all my doubts, on this
one point I was crystal clear. "I wanted to be with a man who wanted
me. Someone who was strong enough to take me and make me his own. You
did that."

    "I might have made you pregnant," Seth said, watching my face as
he spoke. "Is that what you wanted too?"

    "I want a baby," I said, but I was shaking my head. "But not like
that, no. I...I don't feel good about that."

    "Okay," Seth nodded. "Are you angry about it?"

    "Maybe," I took a deep breath and felt the wetness welling up in
my eyes. "Yeah. I'm angry I let it happen. I feel...I feel like a slut.
I feel humiliated by it."

    "You're not a slut," Seth told me and I choked back a soft sob as
he pushed himself from the table, coming to my side.

    "I'm a whore," I moaned, shutting my eyes tightly as Seth pulled
me against his body, cradling me against him while I sat there.

    "No, you're not," he whispered. "You're nothing like that at all.
I'm so sorry, Amber. I didn't mean to hurt you."

    "I did it. I'm sorry. I cheated on my husband. I did it..." I was
saying the same things over and over, crying as I felt a deep sense of
self-pity washing over me.


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


    I found myself in Seth's bed, but I don't remember exactly how I
got there. I'd been crying and then sleeping and Seth was with me. I
was on my side, still wearing his shirt and I could feel him behind
me, his left arm under my head, his right over my waist, hugging me
tightly. I felt safe, but I was in his bed and I didn't know what he
wanted. I didn't know what I was doing there.

    "Are you awake?" I whispered.

    "I'm here," Seth moved slightly and I felt his breath in my hair.

    "What are you thinking about?" I asked him.

    "I'm thinking...I wish I could have last night to do over again,"
Seth sighed. "I'd do it differently."

    "Would you?" I closed my eyes against the sunlight streaming
through his bedroom windows. It was too bright for this. "What would
you do different?"

    "Everything," he said. "I'd have watched you smile."

    "Hmmm..."

    "And listened to your laugh," Seth told me. "I'd have smelled your
hair and held your hand."

    "That's all?"

    "That would have been enough, Amber." Seth shook his head slowly
and I could feel his face in my hair. "I'd have wanted to kiss you
goodnight and been too shy to try."

    "I don't believe you," I smiled.

    "I spoiled it," he sounded so disappointed. "I spoiled everything
last night."

    "You're forgetting something."

    "What's that?"

    "I'm still here, Seth," I said gently.

    "Are you, Amber?" Seth asked me. "I'm afraid to wake up."

    "Hmmm...Seth," I sighed and I was feeling it, the warmth of his
voice in my tummy. "I don't know what I'm doing."

    I was telling him the truth, we both were, and I honestly didn't
know if I was with him because I wanted to be, or if it was because I
had no place else to go. I couldn't forgive myself for what I'd done
and that was what he was trying to offer me. Seth wanted to love me, I
thought. He'd said everything but that and his voice dripped with the
desire to express his feelings. He'd forgive me for what I'd let him
do to me. Seth would even take the responsibility, all of it...if I let
him.

    I'd known him for a single night and what did I feel now? Warm and
safe, comfortable enough to be honest. I had no fear of him. Did I
love him? I didn't know and somehow that seemed worse. His words
thrilled me, like fingers stroking my wounded heart. Seth's voice was
soothing and necessary, it was a moment unlike any other in my
experience, laying on his bed and imagining a perfect night and
lamenting its loss. He was pushing my guilt away and yet I clung to it
as if it were all that remained of my marriage.

    "Amber..." Seth's right hand found my right arm and he followed it
down to my hands, clasped together at my breasts.

    "I'm here," I agreed.

    "I know I'm awake now," he sighed a moment later and I felt his
thumb rubbing my wedding ring.

    "I can't take it off."

    "I know."

    "Does it make you jealous?" I wondered and I frowned at my
question, hating myself for asking it.

    "Yeah," Seth breathed. "I'm sorry."

    "Will you make love to me?" I whispered, taking his hand in both
of mine and bringing it to my lips.

    "I have to know what you want," he said.

    "I haven't loved my husband in...a long time," I kissed his fingers.
"Now I wonder if I ever did."

    "Okay."

    "He's not a jealous man," I said softly. "He's not a bad man
either. He's good to me, but...he wants to share me. I'm not enough for
him and I...I hate that. He makes me feel small."

    "You're enough, Amber." Seth was kissing my hair, kissing my neck
and I swallowed hard.

    "He doesn't make me feel like this," I opened Seth's fingers and
kissed his palm. "He doesn't make me tremble anymore."

    "I can't remember yesterday," Seth followed my shoulder, kissing
me through the thin cotton of his shirt. "The world without you in
it..."

    "I know," I kissed his middle finger, guiding it between my moist
lips.

    "...was an empty place," he sighed as I took his finger into my
mouth, sucking it gently and playing my tongue around it.

    I did that with each of his fingers, one by one until they were
wet and glistening and touching my flushed cheek. Seth turned my face
and I found his eyes with mine and I felt it inside me, the small
tremble of anticipation, the juvenile fear that none of this was real
and perhaps we really were only dreaming. He kissed my shoulder and
then my cheek and then my mouth, lightly at first and then deeper.

    Seth's tongue found mine and I moaned as I turned towards him,
onto my back with his broad chest across my breasts. We kissed
passionately and perhaps it wasn't so different from the night before,
but it seemed new and exciting. I felt little of the guilt and none of
the fear that had distressed me earlier, the depression fled beneath
Seth's tenderness. The pain my life had become couldn't withstand the
pleasure he was giving me. If only my husband had been such a man...But
that was a fleeting thought and I didn't want it.

    He took me gently, covering my body with his and watching my face
while his cock entered my ready sex. I stared into his eyes, nodding
my head and biting my lip as I felt the heat of his presence
stretching my tender pussy. Seth was slow and gentle and we spoke not
at all. He stroked my hair and kissed my lips and cheeks from time to
time, and I pulled him into me harder and faster as I felt my orgasm
rising.

    "Seth..." I gasped, blinking rapidly and wrapping my legs around his
waist, tugging at his shoulders as I came.

    His mouth found mine again and he kissed me while my cunt
collapsed around him, my black pussy contracting around his white cock
with orgasmic pleasure. I was filled with nothing but desire for him
and more than that, I was falling in love with him. It was undeniable
as I held the man, panting for air and biting his shoulder as he began
to thrust inside me once again. I was cumming again and not only
because it felt so good, but because we weren't fucking for mere
pleasure. We were making love and I'd never experienced it before. It
had nothing to do with our skin, but everything to do with our hearts.

    "Amber...I'm going to cum, baby..." Seth whispered, working his cock
inside me with a slow, hard grind. He was right on the edge and
holding himself deep, waiting for me."

    "Me too...oh don't...don't pull out...inside me..." I panted lifting my
hips and thrusting myself against him. I was there. I was going to
have one more cum and I wanted it to be with him.

    "Yeah...Oh! Amber!" Seth gasped, arching his back and that was it
for me. As soon as I felt his cock spasm and his semen jetting into
the depths of my pussy, I was cumming.

    "Seth! Ummm..." I closed my eyes tightly, kissing him blindly,
pulling the man to my mouth as I shoved my tongue into his mouth.

    "I love you, Amber," he breathed a moment later, still inside me,
still leaking his sperm inside my womb.

    "I love you," I sighed and all I could do was look at him and know
I'd spoken the truth. I'd never be able to hide anything from this
man, he'd seen all of me already and we'd barely met.

    Seth remained inside me and unlike with my husband, I was in no
hurry to let him go. I kept my arms around him, my legs as well. His
cock softened, but it was still embraced tightly along with his sperm
and I wondered if I was really pregnant or not. I was frightened of
the idea, unable to imagine explaining it to Richard or my family.
Other possibilities were unthinkable and I refused to entertain them.
If I was pregnant, I decided, I was going to keep my baby.

    "I don't want to let you go," Seth smiled at me after several
minutes of just touching each other.

    "Don't," I smiled back at him. "Don't pull out of me. It feels
good like this."

    "I'm going to get hard again," he warned me playfully, moving
slightly with his hips and we were as close to each other as possible
down there. His balls tickled my ass and I could feel his damp pubic
hair mingling with my own. There was no part of his cock that my pussy
didn't caress with the small contractions that refused to fade with my
climax.

    "I won't mind," I said lifting my head off the pillow and stealing
a kiss simply because I had to. "How old are you?"

    "Twenty seven," Seth told me. "I was born in St. Paul and spent
two years in the army, came back and started working construction...and...
I dunno. That's about all of me, right there."

    "Hmmm..." I smiled at that, all of him was inside me. "Never been
married?"

    "No," he shook his head. "I never wanted to before."

    "Before?" I giggled and let it go. "How about kids?" I asked
without thinking and then winced inwardly, but Seth was smiling.

    "As many as I can," he told me and we were quiet for a minute.
"Amber, if you're..."

    "Pregnant?" I asked softly, feeling him harden again, growing
unmistakably firm inside my pussy.

    "Yeah," he cleared his throat.

    "I might not be," I told him, but I didn't believe that and I
think he saw it in my face.

    "I'll support whatever you want to do," he told me quietly. "But
if, uh...I'd rather see our baby, take care of it, instead of..."

    "You would?" I felt a sense of relief because I'd been worried
that he'd demand an abortion. The fear of what he'd say, how Seth
would react, had been gnawing at me and I suddenly felt lighter than
air. I felt as if he'd breathed something inside me, a new life to go
with my new baby; I can't explain it and I barely realized how anxious
I'd been until it was gone.

    "Nothing would make me happier," Seth told me seriously. "I'm not
rich or anything, but...yeah...I want to spoil him so badly."

    "Her?" I giggled and stuck out my tongue and somehow we'd started
moving again, making love slowly.

    "A daughter," he rolled his eyes and nodded. "You're so beautiful,
Amber."

    "Am I, Seth?" I closed my eyes, feeling him inside me and I
wondered if I could ever grow tired of that.

    Not just the feeling of our sex, but the way he talked to me, the
way his fingers were playing with my hair and his eyes looking into
mine. I felt special. Like I was the only other person in Seth's life,
in the whole world maybe. He was so focused on me and that was all I'd
ever really wanted from the man I loved. I wanted his love in return.
This was my juvenile dreams all grown up and the only thing that
spoiled it was the fact that I was married to someone else.

    "I want you to have my baby," Seth told me, answering all of my
questions all at once.

    "Seth," I sighed pulling his face to my neck and I was stroking
his back, sliding my hands down to feel his hips move with a slow,
gentle rhythm.

    "Beautiful as you," he whispered in my ear. "Your eyes, your lips,
your hair..."

    "My skin?" I sighed, feeling foolish and I was ready to apologize.
What did color have to do with anything we were feeling? But part of
me wondered if that wasn't the reason, if Seth only loved putting his
white cock in my black body.

    "Yeah," Seth nodded. "It's part of who you are, and not who you
are at all, Amber. Nothing matters except you."

    He was kissing me, lowering his mouth to the tops of my breasts as
he pushed himself up. I moaned softly, feeling my flesh come alive
beneath his lips. My nipples were already swollen and now they burned
as the man found them. I murmured soft encouragement, arching my back
against the pleasure of being kissed and bitten and sucked. I watched
him drag his tongue across my black skin, this white man that I was
falling in love with. He was giving me everything I'd ever wanted and
asking only for the very thing I was so eager to give away...my heart.

    "I want to make love to you now," I decided with a soft laugh and
Seth smiled, unsure of what I meant until I rolled us over.

    "You're wearing me out," Seth chuckled as I straddled his hips
with my knees, sliding my eager sex down his swollen cock.

    "I hope not," I sighed, pressing my hands to his strong chest and
I could feel his heart beating beneath me. "I want to do this for the
rest of my life."

    I rode his cock slowly at first, lifting myself up and down at a
slow, steady pace. Seth's hands found my hips and he squeezed me,
watching my body move, admiring my breasts and hard black nipples, my
soft tummy as it undulated with the effort of loving him. He smiled as
I shook my long black hair from my face and when I began to feel my
orgasm building, he knew it. Seth pulled me to him, taking my weight
easily as my tits flattened against his chest and my kiss found his
lips.

    He held my ass in his hands, pulling me against him so that I was
rocking my pussy against Seth's cock. My clit would find the shaft and
thrum with pleasure. I was going to cum hard and I told him so, biting
Seth's ear and whispering how good he was making me feel. I wanted him
to cum inside me again, to give me his child and for once in my life I
was having sex with a purpose. I might have already been pregnant, but
when I look back on it, when I want to imagine the moment of
conception? That was when we made our baby. When I was truly making
love to Seth for the first time.

    "Cum inside me," I breathed, feeling Seth's cock driving into me
as he pulled me down.

    "Amber..." Seth was nodding and our gentle lovemaking had given way
to desperation.

    He was fucking me hard and fast, the sound of our sweaty bodies
slapping together filling the bedroom. Our grunts and groans and
gasps, a symphony of lust arranged to the urgency of our desire. We
were alone; there was nothing else in the world except each other.
Every emotion I felt was mirrored on Seth's face and I'd never seen a
man more beautiful in my life. Through the veil of love he was
rendered perfect and I wept when I felt his orgasm joining mine.


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    "You told me you'd give me a divorce once," I said and I wasn't
going to cry, not anymore.

    "Amber, we can work this out," Richard said and we'd been through
this on the telephone, but seeing him was making it difficult. I had
feelings for the man and they'd never go away, not completely. I
didn't really want them to.

    "No," I shook my head. "We tried that, remember? I need something
else now."

    "Someone else, you mean." Richard sucked his top lip. "Who is he?"

    "He's a good man," I said. "Do you still want me to be happy?"

    "Yeah," Richard nodded.

    "I admitted everything, um...My infidelity and that I'm...pregnant
now," I glanced down at my tummy. "I put it in the papers, you won't
ever owe me anything."

    I was showing at fifteen weeks. Showing off as well, meeting
Richard in my new maternity dress. It was baby blue because I was
always optimistic, as I'd told Seth to his amusement. He wanted a son
so badly and I wanted to see him smile. It was stretched over the
small, but noticeable bulge that I often found myself stroking without
realizing it. I'd never been so happy or so beautiful, people said,
and I felt like it. Seth spoiled and fawned over me constantly and I
hardly had a moment's peace when he was around, but I couldn't
complain. I basked in his affections.

    "Right," Richard was looking at my tummy as well.

    "I still love you," I said softly. "I always will, Richard. But I
can't be the woman you want me to be, and the man I want..."

    "Is someone else," he said. "He's white, isn't he?"

    "Let it go," I sighed.

    "Just tell me, Amber." Richard picked up the papers. "I'll sign.
What else can I do? I just want to know the truth. Is he white or
black?"

    "The truth?" I asked, looking into my husband's eyes.

    "Yeah," he agreed. "I think I deserve to know who my wife is
leaving me for."

    "The truth is that I don't care," I told him. "White or black...He's
the man I love. Nothing else really matters."

    "He must be white then," Richard picked up the pen and he wasn't
happy, and just then I wasn't either.

    "Thank you," I said softly, watching him sign and I felt a
confusion of emotion. There was no triumph here, no pleasure in what
we were doing. It was necessary, that's all.

    "I guess it wasn't so hard for you after all, was it?" Richard sat
back in his chair and looked at me. "After all that crying..."

    "Richard," I took a deep breath. "You'll never know what I went
through. It hurt a lot."

    "But not for long, huh?" he shrugged. "Three, four months later
and you're going to marry the guy. I guess that's irony, right? You're
a slut, Amber."

    "I have to go," I said, forgiving him as soon as the words left
his mouth. It was anger talking, not Richard. "Take care of yourself,
alright? You deserve someone better than me."

    "And what do you deserve?" Richard sighed and he didn't refuse me
when I kissed his cheek. I was crying despite myself, and I didn't
look back.


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    "Helloooo...Anybody home?" Seth sang softly and I giggled. "Is he
sleeping?"

    "She's kicking," I stuck my tongue out at him. "Here...give me your
hand, over here ...oh...see? Can you feel it?"

    "I feel it," Seth smiled at me like a little boy on Christmas
morning, pressing his hand gently against my tummy. "Oh, that's a
boy."

    "You think so," I rolled my eyes and it was so much fun being
pregnant after my morning sickness had passed.

    Everyone said the middle trimester was the best and I was just
starting it. The baby had really started kicking a few days, maybe a
week before, and I'd been so excited that I'd called Seth at the
construction site just to tell him. He told me the guys at work had
given him a little good-natured ribbing for it, but Seth hadn't minded
at all. He'd brought me roses, for no other reason than that, and then
made love to me on the kitchen table because the bedroom was too far
away.

    Now I was wearing a short babydoll nightie, white and virginal,
all lace and satin and pulled up to my tits as I lay on our bed. It
had a matching G-string and the outfit had been a little present to
myself after meeting with Richard. Seth was on his stomach between my
long brown legs, playing with my tummy and I was so incredibly happy.
He was spoiling me again, loving me the way a husband should.

    "You're amazing, Amber." Seth kissed my little round tummy and I
knew he wanted to ask me about the papers, but he wouldn't. He'd just
looked at my rings and frowned, trying to be patient for me.

    "I'm getting fat," I said, pulling my nightie above my tits and
pinching my nipples, pulling my breasts taut. I wondered what it would
be like when I started making milk.

    "No way," Seth shook his head and he was grabbing my panties,
pulling them down my hips slowly. "You're gorgeous."

    "Mmmm...What are you doing?" I asked him playfully.

    "Anything you want me to, baby." Seth kissed the top of my pussy,
the soft swell of my pubic mound.

    "Anything?" I giggled, lifting my butt as he pulled my panties all
the way down to my thighs.

    "Oh yeah," Seth nodded, sitting up as I lifted my legs, helping
him get my panties over my knees and then my feet. "But first I'm
going to fuck you..."

    "Fuck me?" I giggled. "Ohhh!"

    "And I'm going to cum all over that little black tummy of yours,"
Seth promised.

    "Heh!" I giggled and gave him some tongue as I played with my
tits, feeling the fire inside. "Love the tummy," I whispered.

    "Love the tummy," he agreed happily and he was kneeling between my
thighs, seeing my little black pussy already wet for him.

    My dark labia distended and slightly parted, just enough to show
some hot pink and I was almost begging for his cock. We fucked like
rabbits, I swear. Two and three times a day, every day, and I don't
know where Seth found the energy after a long day at work, but he
always did.

    "Let me suck it for you first," I said, licking my lips and Seth
wasn't going to say no to a little foreplay.

    "Don't make me cum," he warned me, stripping off his boxers and
freeing his thick penis.

    "We'll see," I giggled. "I think it's good for the baby."

    "You should ask your doctor," Seth suggested and I was rolling
onto my side, pulling him into a sixty-nine with me. God! I loved
sucking his cock while he licked my pussy, sometimes all we did was
that.

    "Maybe I should ask my mother," I said with mock seriousness. "She
seems to know everything else about being pregnant."

    "Uh...Oh! Amber...Hungry tonight? Ummmm..." Seth sighed as I slipped my
warm, wet mouth down his cock, taking half of him easily and when he
was wet enough, I'd take him into my throat. "Don't ask your mom,
okay?"

    "Mmphh?" I almost choked and had to pull Seth's cock out of my
mouth so I could laugh. "What?"

    "She's the only one who likes me," Seth chuckled, kissing my pussy
as I lifted my right leg, just touching his lips to my swollen clit
and that was enough to make me shiver.

    "My sister loves you," I said, getting comfortable with my cheek
on Seth's pale thigh.

    It was comfortable like that and I was going to make him cum, just
so I could swallow his sperm and feel it in my tummy. He could cum on
my belly later and that would be fun too. I'd trap his cock against my
swollen tummy with my hands and let him fuck me that way, just rubbing
me with his big white cock and sperm filled balls until he was cumming
all over my dark skin. I don't know why that got me off, but it always
did.

    "Sisters don't count," Seth whispered, sliding a finger across and
then inside my slit, getting it wet before he brought it to my anus.
He loved to finger my ass while he sucked my pussy. I always came hard
when we did this.

    "Oh!" I licked the head of his cock, gathering precum while I
stroked it with my fist. "Don't tell Stacy that!"

    "Hmmpph..." Seth sighed and his tongue was digging a deep furrow
between my pussy lips. "No, she's great. I just wish your dad..."

    "Never mind him," I said. "Once the baby is born, he'll be
alright."

    "You think so?" Seth asked me seriously and I nodded, rubbing his
cock across my face as I was kissing his balls.

    "Yeah," I told him. "Daddy just needs to see our baby and he's
going to cry," I giggled. "He's going to love our baby as much as we
do."

    "I love you," Seth told me and then we were too busy to talk as
his tongue slipped inside my cunt and I took one of Seth's balls into
my mouth, wanting him all warmed up before I gave him the best blowjob
of his life.

    And sometime later Seth was on top of me and it was comfortable,
even with the small bulge of our baby between us, or maybe because of
it. He was making love to me, moving carefully and watching my face
the way he always did. I loved that, the way he dominated me so
gently, so effortlessly, and this was my favorite position. My man was
on top of me, possessing me with his cock and holding me down with his
eyes as much as his body. I felt helpless and strong all at once. I
felt like a woman and a wife and now I felt like a mother as well, and
I was going to cum soon because it was perfect for me.

    "Okay," I breathed. "I have something I want you to do."

    "Yeah?" Seth smiled at me.

    "You said anything, right?" I asked him and he nodded slowly,
working his cock in and out of me, resting on his forearms with his
hands close to my face so he could touch me.

    "Anything you want, Amber," he whispered.

    "I want you to marry me," I told him. "Would you do that?"

    "Your husband, he..." Seth looked at me without smiling.

    "I don't have a husband anymore," I said softly and that really
was the first time I'd thought about it like that. "I'm available."

    "Will you take off your rings now?" he asked me and I didn't say
anything. I just did it.

    I took off my diamond engagement ring and the simple gold band of
my wedding ring while he watched. While Seth made love to me. I held
them in my palm for a second and then I let them go, dropping them to
the floor of our bedroom. I felt a little sad, but mostly I just felt
relieved. I wasn't a slut and I wasn't cheating on my husband, not
anymore. I was making love to the man I was always supposed to be
with. The father of my baby.

    "Will you marry me, Amber?" Seth asked and then he frowned
slightly. "Wait...never mind that."

    "What?" I giggled at him.

    "Uh, well..." Seth licked his lips and he was looking down, between
our bodies as his cock was buried inside me and we'd stopped moving
for the moment.

    "Well?" I giggled nervously.

    "I hadn't really planned on, um..." Seth gave me an apologetic look.

    "What?" I wondered, biting my bottom lip.

    "Hold on..." Seth pulled out of me, pushing himself away and I
gasped with surprise and not a little confusion.

    "Hey!" I blinked at him. "You can't do that!"

    "Shhh..." he grinned over his shoulder at me and I was reaching down
to massage my suddenly all too empty sex.

    "What are you doing?" I asked him. "Seth?"

    "Just a second," he was digging in his underwear drawer, naked
with his wet cock bobbing up and down lewdly. It was kind of funny,
but I wanted him inside me!

    "I'm single now," I teased him. "And there's three billion men in
the world, you know?"

    "What?" Seth gave me a look and then a smile. "Ah...Okay, um...Close
your eyes."

    "Seth..." I pouted.

    "Amber...close your eyes," he said with a smile and he was hiding
something behind his back, a small box that I could see reflected in
the dresser mirror behind him.

    "Alright, fine," I sighed happily, closing my eyes and smiling and
knowing what was coming, but even so...I was in love and this time I had
a man who wanted me all for himself. All he had to do was ask.



The End

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