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To love another and to be with someone else is always a very painful event. I guess
I should start at the beginning... There's this woman I love. Yes, love. I've
loved her since we were kids. Man does she flip my lid. She's the only one I know
who can light me up, even 20 years later! She says jump, and I don't even need to
ask how high. Likewise, all I need to do to get her to do something is smile. That
kind of love just can't be bought. It's that deep type of love that can only be
developed over time. The only problem is... I'm married.

Now fast forward a little into the marriage. Now, that I can't say is too good. The
problem is, when you love someone else, its very hard to stay motivated to the one
your with. In fact, when the one your with is a complete pain in your rear, it makes
issues much more difficult. I don't know how many times I was sitting in the cat
crap filled, dark, nasty basement (my safe zone) while my wife stayed upstairs
yelling at me while I was downstairs dreaming of being some place else.

But what is this? An email... From her... But I thought we agreed after the affair
that we wouldn't talk again. Not an agreement that came easy. But there it is... An
email... Signed "Love". My heart stopped. Can it be? How did she know I was
thinking of her? How did she know that I needed her to write? How did she know that
my agreement was one I wished with all my heart would be broken?

And then it began. My fantasy of being every part of her life and having her be
every part of mine restarted full force. It wasn't long before I scheduled a trip
out to see her. Now, in the marriage we were lucky to have sex once every other
month. And it was like being with a piece of meat. Not exciting at all. Sex is
something that both parties are supposed to participate in. There a lot of enjoyment
in just seeing what your partner's going to do. It's not that exciting when you
just lay there and wait patiently for it to end.

But the plan was simple, I would meet her on the train bound to no where special and
we'd spend the week together getting to know one another again. And I waited. Was
she not coming? It couldn't be, I know she was excited about this as I was. Well,
the conductor called out "All Aboard" and before long the train started to move
forward. She MISSED IT! I began to panic, I had this perfect trip planned and she
didn't make it! I need to get away! So I took off to the bar car to get something
to drink. I was pretty upset, but still faithful that perhaps it would be ok. On my
way back to the cabin, I looked in through the windows and saw this magnificently
beautiful woman standing against the window watching the trees roll by.

Dressed all in white and about 30lbs lighter than the last time I saw her. My heart
stopped again. I always knew my love was drop dead gorgeous, but DAMN! Now she's a
hard body too! I should be so lucky! Here I was, going to surprise her with roses
and the girl gets into the room without me! I entered the room and said hi! The hug
was one that didn't end. Before long we were practically stripping each other in
the car (thank God for curtains!)

By the time we made it to the hotel room, we both knew exactly why we were there.
And thus the fun began. But first, we found out the formalities, she was on her
period. Ok, that I can do. A minor inconvenience. But honestly, my biggest fantasy,
my hopes and desires all rested on the desire to have a child with her. So when did
it start? Yesterday. Damn, no babies this time. She won't be in a position to be
pregnant until after I leave! While it did hurt a little, I must say, we didn't let
it stop us.

And the week went very well. I lost count of how many times we had sex. All I can
say is that when you're faced with the decision of whether or not to eat or to have
sex, you know that you've been without it for too long. The week went very well, we
had plenty of romance, plenty of love, and damn it was great to rediscover the woman
I loved.

Then the week ended. That taste, that touch, Mmmmm that smile! gone. Replaced with
the basement and the hell that followed. Now I was not about to tell my wife what I
just experienced, if you thought the hell was bad before? Just imagine where it
would have been after! But still I longed to be embraced in those legs kissing those
wonderful lips and becoming so lost in the love making that I just melted into her,
praying that my cum would impregnate her and that we would have a child that we both
knew would be loved by both of us. It's all I needed to finally draw the line on my
wife and be divorced from that life.

I fantasized about it a lot. Many seed was expelled with the images of impregnating
her planted in my mind. But it wasn't the same. I wanted to feel it. So thus it
began, when my wife would not be in her fertile period, I would convince her to stay
near by while I played, when I'd come close to cumming, I'd have her come up to me
so that I could pump into her. She thought this odd, but truth be said, she could
not make me cum if she tried. But still I needed to put my seed where I did, each
time I did I dreamed I was fulfilling my fantasy of impregnating my love.

Then one day, I got my days mixed up. I was pretty sure that her period ended 2 days
ago. We're still safe. And the process was repeated. But wait, was that 2 days ago,
or a week ago? Oh crap. That was too close for comfort! The last thing I need to do
is get her pregnant when I'm getting ready to divorce her ass. And guess what.
That's exactly what happened. When she approached me with the news, I was less than
thrilled. I knew we already had a kid, and to have another was just not the best
idea. So here I was working diligently to save the money to ditch my wife and be
with my love, and I'm stuck with a child on the way. Don't get me wrong, I really
love my kids, but my wife? That's a serious stretch. And now my love looked even
further away.

Well the divorce was started while she was pregnant. My son was born about 3 months
before it all ended. Things between us got very nasty and she even managed to win
custody of the kids in court. So now the bitch even took them away from me. I get to
see them every other weekend, and I make sure I'm the best damn dad I can when they
do see me, but the bitch still fights and tries her hardest to get in the way.

Meanwhile, now that I'm single. It's time to plan another trip. Perhaps I can try
again.