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My Josh is a man of strong principles. That's what first attracted me to him.
Well, OK, that and his six-five frame, broad muscled shoulders, tight butt,
gray-blue eyes and a respectable bulge between his legs. He was just the
yummiest strong-principled man I had ever seen.

I met Josh at an ecological protest rally. I had ducked out from work at the
diner where I waitressed to go down to the Washington Monument that afternoon.
Seeing those poor little baby seals on television being killed right in front of
their mothers just broke my heart. I mean, how could anybody be so CRUEL? Josh
was opposed to the seal slaughter, too, but he was at the protest for lots of
other reasons having to do with the corrupt capitalist system, the rapacious
(what words he knew!) corporate establishment, etc.

I just nodded and gazed into his eyes in the little coffee shop after the rally.
Josh talked passionately to me about pollution, resource degradation (another
one!) and why married couples should not have children. Huh? He explained that a
baby born in a rich country would use up an immense quantity of resources in a
lifetime. That's why we had to stop the world's population explosion.

Ah, population explosion! Now there was a subject that engaged my attention. I
had always known I wanted a big family. One look at Josh and I knew I'd never
find a better set of genes. I began planning for Josh to help me start a little
population explosion of my own.

Besides being yummy, as I have said, Josh also turned out to be brilliant (I'll
bet you could already tell.) and, when I got him a little drunk, quite funny.
Best of all --JACKPOT!-- Josh was a totally normal healthy male that I could
turn on like pushing a button. It's no credit to me; any girl with 38D's and a
25 inch waist could have done the same, but I got him first.

Josh was a little apprehensive on our second date when I coyly suggested he
could come up to my apartment for a little while. He might not have done it
except during the movie, when I picked up his hand and put it inside my blouse,
he felt a nice hard set of tits and no brassiere. Playing with my nipples had
him almost as horny as it had me.

It probably wasn't necessary, but I didn't take any chances. Just before coming
back from the kitchen with a cold beer for Josh, I ran my hand into my
(surprise!) dripping pussy and painted the glass rim with my secretions. Nothing
like the smell of a horny twat to get a guy's engine in gear. I had prepared for
this evening by wearing a short but not too tight skirt, a frilly blouse with no
bra and no panties. Of course I didn't expect a really nice boy like Josh would
have his hands up between my legs in the movie, but then I didn't intend for him
to be really nice boy very much longer.

You don't need a blow by blow, do you?. He drank and sniffed. I snuggled. He
felt -- really well. My blouse came off and my titties got kissed. His pants
came down and his prick got fondled. He diddled. I came. I spent the night
fucking his brains out. When I felt him get hard again after coming in me a
third time, I knew this was the man for me.

He was happy but embarrassed the next morning to realize what he'd "made me" do.
(To this day the lovable hunk thinks he seduced *me*!) I was "in love;" I really
was. It took me about another month of fucking Josh's eyeballs out, oops, of
"letting him go all the way with me" for him to realize he was in love with me,
too.

The positive pregnancy test helped a lot.

Josh was upset. Not that he didn't want to marry me by then or that he didn't
think he could support me. (He knew from the start I wasn't the career-girl
type). No, he was upset because in principle he was against couples having
children. For nine months I heard anguished laments about CO2 buildup and specie
extinction and resource depletion, (I was learning the lingo), but there was
never any thought of abortion. We agreed on that 100%.

I was about seven months pregnant before we could get the wedding organized. All
of the groomsmen were Josh's friends, nice serious young men like him, so there
was none of the ribaldry you might expect at wedding where the bride's belly
arrived at the alter before she did. Of course all the bridesmaids were *my*
friends and so several groomsmen lost their virginity after (one during) the
wedding reception. In the following months Josh and I started getting
invitations to weddings and baby showers.

Not surprisingly, Josh fell in love with Courtney the minute he picked her up
out of my arms and for a while the environment didn't come up in our
conversations very often. Josh was so sweet about washing Courtney's diapers,
since he insisted on cloth, not disposable. Soon, however Josh found his
principles challenged when his wife was no longer too sore to start demanding
nightly reamings again. I told him not to worry, I was breast feeding Courtney,
but Josh didn't trust Mother Nature to keep me from getting pregnant again. He
thought I should go on the pill.

I promised him I would go see my gynecologist, but dallied long enough that when
I finally did, she just sent me straight home, saying, "Next time come see me
*before* you start screwing him again."

This time Josh was *really* upset. Not only had he violated his principles
again, but with a second child we would have to move to a bigger apartment
--more green space consumed in urban sprawl, energy used for hot water, more
heating and cooling. My second pregnancy was an ecological disaster!

You can bet that Josh was more careful after Rachel was born. This time he
refused to put it in me until I was safely on the pill. I put it off a long as I
could hoping he would get tired of just eating me and getting blow jobs (fat
chance!), but eventually I went back to see Janet. (I knew I would become best
friends with this woman.) She duly prescribed the pills, but, after I made her
understand exactly what I wanted, she grinned and explained *all* the possible
side effects.

Would you believe it? I suffered from almost every one. Sweetie that he is, Josh
suffered along with me from the cramps, the headaches, the hot flashes and the
nausea until he agreed that I just couldn't keep taking the pill. (I had never
started.) With some fanfare I flushed the offending chemicals down the toilet.
Josh was very sympathetic and said by the time I was fertile again in a couple
of weeks, we would think of something. As he held me and comforted me, I felt
the most delicious erection, so I knew what he was thinking of. I needed a lot
of comforting that night, about four times, I recall. I felt much better the
next day.

I reckon Steve must have been conceived during that night of intensive
comforting. I was shocked, *shocked,* to discover that a woman's fertility
returns so quickly after going off the pill. Josh was incredulous, but Janet
explained everything to him.

When I came home from the hospital this time, Josh was adamant about protection
and sent me to get a diaphragm. It was a couple of weeks of no-penetration sex
(bo-ring!) before Janet could fit me with the rubber baby barrier. There was a
mischievous twinkle in her eye as she admonished me, "Now don't let your
lovemaking get *too* vigorous. If he bangs you too hard, this thing can become
dislodged. Then, instead of keeping the sperm out, it keeps it in."

Good advice, but impossible to follow. I had been without real sex for so long
that I just went wild. When I was on top, I bounced up and down on Josh's thick
prong like a kid on a trampoline. When he was on top I cried out for him to
pound my pussy harder. He is a good pounder and he did promise to *obey* at the
altar. Josh had several mounts of guilt-free sex until the inevitable happened.
I had Josh going at me really good one night when I felt the damned thing slip
out of the way. One of Josh's sperm wasted no time in finding one of my eager
eggs and we were on out way to having Beth.

By now Josh realized that he could no longer afford to work for "Save the
Planet" and had to get a "real" job. Fortunately, he found a pretty well-paying
position with the EPA. (He was such a brilliant attorney, he had his pick of
jobs.) We bought a three bedroom house out in Oakton, a suburb of Washington,
DC. That really violated his principles and he hated having to drive to work in
an *automobile* instead of taking public transport. But at least he cut the
grass with a rechargeable electric rather than a gasoline mower.

Naturally, Josh no longer trusted diaphragms so he resolved always to use a
condom. I laid in a large supply that I purchased at the COSTCO hyper mart.
Believe me, I got an envious look from the checkout girl when she saw twelve
boxes of twenty. Then her eyes got big and she silently nodded when she noticed
Courtney pushing Beth in her stroller with Rachel and Stevie tagging along.

You've heard the expression, "you get what you pay for?" Well, I got a great
bargain buying the condoms in bulk, but they were not of the highest quality. I
noticed that after Josh had been going at me for fifteen or twenty minutes, the
condom got a little loose around the base of his cock. Especially when I was on
top -- we both like that position -- and I was holding on to Josh's prick to
keep it properly aimed, it seemed there was a danger my hand could easily pull
it off by accident. Wouldn't you know, the very next time I was middle of my
cycle that's exactly what happened! We didn't discover until the next morning
that Josh had been going bareback all night long.

Josh is a really smart man (Didn't I already say that?) and he figured out the
problem with the cheep condoms. Although we had only been using them about a
month, he said just throw away the remaining hundred or so. I guess he couldn't
figure out how to recycle them. While my belly was getting big with Roy, Josh
had time to find a little place in Vermont that supplied custom made condoms
guaranteed not to slip off. I really enjoyed helping Josh get his penis hard to
make the plaster cast that was required for a nice snug fit.

What a difference quality makes! When we started fucking again a few days after
I came home with Roy, I could tell there was no way these hi-tech jobs were
coming off. I showed Josh just how glad I was that he could fuck me as often as
he wanted without worrying about his principles There was only one problem. For
some reason these new condoms seemed to have too much friction. I decided they
required a little external lubricant. Of course I used what we have the most of
in our house -- baby oil.

Now don't laugh. *You* may think that everybody know what baby oil does to
latex, but Josh didn't. Besides, I had his cock in my mouth at the time and I
don't think he was paying a lot of attention to what I was rubbing between my
legs. The next morning we found the expensive condom in tatters and that's the
story of how little Ruth came into this world. Josh just shook his head in
consternation as to why these accidents always seem to happen a few days after
I've ovulated.

Well, now Josh gave up on condoms, too and said we would just have to use the
rhythm method. He signed us up for a course that explained how to count the
days, take my temperature every morning (I *loved* the way Josh did that!) and
examine my vaginal discharge for the telltale sighs of ovulation. I figured out
that the best way for Josh to examine me was with his tongue. I could usually
come about three times during each examination!

The method really worked for several months, although it was hard on both of us
to go for over a week sometimes without the old fashioned banging we both loved.
Josh was always taking a ribbing at work for having six kids, so he was
determined that we should be out of the baby business and for a few months we
were.

But nothing in life is without risks. I read in a health magazine that Josh
subscribes to, that one should always drink water at bedtime and I really
recommend it. I don't know if it improves your metabolism, but a full bladder
makes early morning sex *sooo* much better. It also makes you go the potty early
in the morning and I like to wash, not just wipe after peeing. I learned the
hard way that this really screws up the examination for ovulation as it both
removes the mucus that Josh was always looking (OK, tasting) for, as well as
cools off the vagina and masks the slight rise in temperature that tips you off
that an egg is on the way. I sometime think Jennifer with her jet black hair
like me and cool blue eyes like Josh is our most beautiful accident.

Josh had moved up in the EPA by now -- he was G-thirty something or other -- so
we could afford the bigger house. Fortunately we found a really big run-down
mansion in Arlington that was actually closer to downtown that the house we were
living in. We were able to renovate it to accommodate our growing family. I
oversaw the redesign and had the builders fix up one bedroom for the older girls
-- Courtney and Rachel, one for the older boys -- Steve and Roy, one for younger
girls -- Beth and Ruthie, and a baby room next to Josh's and my master bedroom.
Well, I told Josh it was a 'sewing' room but we kept Jenny there while I was
nursing her.

Our wedding anniversary is always like a national holiday at our house. Josh had
just gotten another promotion at EPA and I decided to make our eighth something
special. For some reason we couldn't celebrate it on the exact date, but I
selected an alternate day and pulled out all the stops. I had arranged for my
best friend Marge to take all the kids except baby Jennifer for the night. I
told Josh to expect something special for just us two.

Josh's eyes almost popped when he arrive that night and saw me in my high heels,
a daring red miniskirt, and see through pink blouse. OK, I admit my hips and
bust are both larger than when we were first married, but after Jenny was born I
worked really hard to get my waist back down to almost the same. The bulge in
Josh's pants told me he liked the results.

The table was set with the good silver; two candles illuminated the dining room;
and I had put on a CD of our favorite love songs. We sipped wine and held hands
across the table. I told Josh I loved him more that ever and that I thought he
was the smartest and handsomest man in the world and the best lover I could ever
dream of. Josh told me he was still crazy about me, that I was the prettiest,
sexiest woman he had ever met, and that he'd marry me again in a heartbeat.

We didn't eat a bite of the dinner I had prepared; we just fell into each
other's arms, sobbing our love for one another. My skirt never left the living
room and my makeup was ruined even before we got to the top of the stairs. We
were both tremendously aroused and almost tore off each other's clothes. Never
had we made love with such passion. Josh must have fucked me three times before
we fell asleep clinging together like two love-sick pythons. My wonderful
husband screwed me once more and ate me twice the next morning before we
reluctantly got out of bed and went downstairs to have last night's dinner for
breakfast. We were in the middle of one last quickie on the living room couch
just before Marge brought the kids back around noon. (Close call!) Darling
Jennifer, as usual, cooperated by sleeping through the night.

Days later we were still basking in the glow of that wonderful night. Josh
called me from the office several times a day to tell me he loved me and I sent
*him* flowers. His friends at work teased him, but we both knew they were just
jealous that after eight years and seven children, Josh and I were still in love
like newlyweds. I don't think either of us gave a moment's thought to the fact
that our anniversary celebration coincided with my fertile period. Jeff was the
result.

Although my periods are as regular as clockwork and as difficult as it was for
both of us, Josh decided we had to expand the "safe," no-sex period around my
ovulation date to make sure there wouldn't be any more slip ups after Jeff. And
when Josh makes up his mind, nothing gets in his way. Several times during the
"dangerous days" I got so horny I would come on to him. He was steadfast,
however, and gently put me off, usually by eating me to a couple of nice orgasms
that, for a while, left me content just to be cuddled by my strong-minded, high-
principled husband.

You would think that we had all the bases covered. Well, not quite. It was one
of the *worst* nights almost exactly two weeks since my period when I am always
really hot. I had almost raped Josh whenwe went to bed, but he pacified me by
sucking my tits really nicely and giving me a good finger fuck that sent me off
to dreamland. I still must have been really horny though, because I had the most
erotic dream. In it I sat up and looked down at Josh who was asleep beside me.
He was on his back breathing gently and the outline of his penis was evident
through his pajama.

Stealthily, I reached into his fly and retrieved the organ I love so much.
Gently, so as not to awaken him, I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck
him. Even asleep, his cock responded to my warm wet mouth and was soon hard and
erect. The sight, or rather the feel, made my pussy wet. I was in a crazy rut.
Without thought, I straddled Josh and lowered my pussy over his rampant prick.
Just having it in me almost made me come, but I started slowly sliding my cunt
up and down Josh's fabulous love pole.

I guess by this time we were both half aware that this was no dream. We were
really doing it! But the delightful sensation of Josh up in me was too good to
interrupt. I guess he felt the same way, because he grabbed my ass and start to
jamb me down forcefully against his groin even as he bucked his prick up into
me. I came first, but only moments later I felt what seemed like gallons of
Josh's come blast into my hungry vagina. I awoke some time later still on top
held in a warm embrace by my sleeping husband, his cock soft, but still nestled
inside me. Oh, I love that man!

I guess it's a good thing Josh and I are trying our best *not* to have any more
children since we seem to have so many without trying. Little William was the
result of our sleepy adventure. We had another nine months to figure what to do
next. With me staying pregnant most of the time, Josh and I probably have sex a
lot more often than most couples our age. Once Josh has knocked me up, he feels
free to fuck me like a bunny rabbit, well, at least a couple of times a night. I
can hardly believe that some women say they don't want it more than once a week
or even less. I guess they are just not as crazy in love with their husbands as
I am with Josh, or am I oversexed?

Well, after Billy was born, Josh decided he would have to sleep on the sofa on
our *verboten* nights. This, plus strict avoidance of sex during the two weeks
on either side of my ovulation seemed to do the trick. Almost a year went by
without me getting pregnant, a record for us. Of course I do get really horny
during those two weeks, too horny it turns out.

During one such 'dry spell' Josh had to leave town because of a major oil spill
off the coast of Oregon. As fate would have it, Josh's little brother Richard
was on school break at the time and had come to Washington to visit friends and
see the monuments and other sights. I never get tired of showing visitors around
our beautiful city.

For three days I took him to Arlington Cemetery, the Air and Space Museum, Mount
Vernon, the National Gallery at a dizzying pace. The fourth day Richard said
let's take a break, he had some letters to write (probably to his girlfriends,
plural; he's really a little hunk.)

I kept peeking in at him in those sexy cut-offs, not able to get over the
resemblance to Josh. Not entirely innocently I put on a pair of tight shorts
that would make him look, too. During the afternoon he told me how grateful he
was for the wonderful tour and that he wanted to show his appreciation. He had
arranged to meet some of his buddies at a Georgetown club and asked me to go
with him. "Don't be ridiculous," I told him. "I'd be out of place with your
young friends and coeds ten years younger than I."

"You are the one who is being ridiculous, Sis. (Yeah, he calls me 'Sis.') There
won't be a guy there with a sexier date, I guarantee you." I guess I am sucker
for flattery, but it was exciting to hear that kind of compliment from a good
looking college kid, so I agreed.

I tried to dress for the young crowd in a fairly short skirt and blouse that
brought an appreciative wolf whistle from Richard. I drove my car (a red
two-door Saturn; the 'family' car is a Cherokee.) to the club. Richard, the
scamp, had the nerve to look over at me and then give the valet an exaggerate
wink as we got out of the car. I was both flattered and embarrassed, but we had
a good laugh at what the valet might be thinking.

The club was dark and noisy, but we immediately found Richard's friends and soon
we were having a great time. Furtively, I checked out the girls in the group and
decided Richard was right; I *was* the cutest one. They were younger and very
pretty, but they really didn't yet know how to dress to catch a man's eye. Most
had on baggy jeans or non-descript skirts with flats. None had on much make-up.
I was "dolled up" in my four inch heels, large earrings and bangles and I had on
enough eye shadow and lipstick to define my features in the dim light. Turned
out I was the most popular "girl" there. All Richard's friends wanted to dance
with me and the night flew by as I drank and danced and laughed. Some of the
boys became quite bold in the way they held me close during fox trots and
waltzes, and by the end of the night I was euphoric... and turned on. If Josh
had been around, I would have raped him, I ready would.

I noticed that Richard actually danced with me less than his friends. Unlike his
silly sister-in-law, he had been careful not to drink too much, so he drove us
home. I asked him why he had hung back. "Not shy are you?"

"Not at all, Sis." and to prove it, he reached over and drew me close. Wow! This
was one hard-bodied young man. My heartbeat accelerated "I wanted you to see how
the other guys reacted to convince you how special you are. Just showing up with
you earned me dozens of 'stud points,'" he laughed. "I was the envy of the other
guys and the girls *hated* you," he grinned.

"Glad to have helped raise your social standing" I replied. By then we were
home. Richard remained in character as my date, coming around to open the door
for me, taking my hand and walking me to the door with his arm around me. Once
inside I told him good night and thanked him again for a wonderful evening.

"No good night kiss?" he asked.

I couldn't tell if he was still teasing or not, but I stepped over to kiss him
on the cheek, but stumbled slightly and seemed to loose my balance momentarily.
Even quicker Richard's arms were around me and he was giving him more than a
peck. Almost without realizing it, my mouth was open and our tongues were
coiling around each other. He was so strong that with one hand he held me tight
against him while his other began kneading my ass.

I voiced a kind of protest but his mouth covered mine and his hand was now under
my dress and massaging my backside, coming closer and closer to my pussy. I was
acutely aware that I was aroused and didn't want him to find out by feeling my
wetness. It was hopeless. His hands were everywhere they shouldn't be and
everywhere I wanted them. He was like Josh in knowing how to turn a woman on,
but faster. Soon I was on the couch with him, sans brassiere, and he was kissing
my breasts and fingering my sex.

"Oh Richard, stop. I'm so hot. You're driving me crazy."

"Crazy enough to fuck?" he asked directly and resumed his attack on my breasts
and pussy.

"Oh... OH!... Yes, yes. I need it" I heard myself say.

It wasn't rape. I had been good and properly seduced and moments later I was
rewarded with the unmistakable sensation of a long hard cock sliding into my
cunt. I was so wet and it went in so easily, I couldn't say if it was bigger or
smaller than Josh's, but at that moment it was the most wonderful thing I had
ever felt.

Although he had taken me from a proper wife saying, "Thank you" for a nice
evening to a female in rut in less than two minutes, once Richard was in me he
made love to me with incredible gentleness. His long slow strokes had me
quivering on the edge of orgasm for an eternity before he nudged me over. But
even when I had orgasmed once he continued to fuck me. I was delirious; he was
so good. I have no idea how long he had me there on the couch or how many times
he made me come before he finally released himself into me.

"Richard! Oh, Richard, lover" I sobbed and clasped him to me. He held me and
told me I was the sexiest, most incredible woman he had ever known as he covered
my neck with soft kisses. We had finished making love and now we were ready to
fuck. I let him take me to Josh and my bedroom and he had me bellowing again and
again far into the night.

The next morning I woke up alone. Richard was dressed. He said he had decided to
go back to school early. I didn't need to ask why. As he left, he kissed me once
more and whispered, "I'm not sorry."

"Neither am I," I replied. There was a tear in my eye as I watched him get in
the taxi to leave.

I wasn't sorry then, but I was later when I realized that I had let Richard make
love to me in the middle of my period. I was already past due when Josh
returned. You'd better believe I fucked him silly those first few days and tried
to muddy the waters about just where we were in my cycle. A month later we knew
we were having yet another addition to the family.

Victoria was something of a triumph for me. I've always been partial to the
number ten.(My maiden name is Dewey; I wonder if that has anything to do with
it?) On the other hand, it was the final blow to Josh and his principles. People
snickered about the well known ecologist who had ten children, none past
elementary school. He never suspected, of course Richard had cuckolded him --
and Vicki looks a lot like both of us -- but he couldn't figure how I could have
gotten pregnant given my heretofore faultless cycle. It looked like it was
celibacy or surrender.

Although our house was huge, there was no way to squeeze in still another kid.
We talked of custom building on a lot out in Fauquier County, but Josh hated the
thought of the long commute and his contribution to ozone layer depletion and
air quality degradation.

A few days later, Josh came home to say he was taking a job as VP for
International Environmental Operations with a large petroleum exploration
company. His job was to keep an eye on the opening up of a giant oil field in
the jungles of South America.

Three months later we were happily installed in a huge house in the Mil Flores
section of the capital. (Now *these* people knew how to build for large
families!) The older kids were delighted with the American School and I had
Maria and Consuelo to help me with the house, Rosita to help look after the
babies, and Don Roberto, whom we lured away from the French Embassy, to cook for
us.

Josh turned out to be perfect for the job. The project manager, Bull Parker, was
used to getting his way, blowing away environmental types. He had never run into
anyone with principles like my Josh. I overheard some of their furious
arguments. Josh stood his ground and pushed right back. He made Bull redesign
the access roads, narrowing them by half and installing drains and culverts so
they did not cause erosion. If that couldn't be done, Josh made them take in all
the equipment by helicopter. Bull Parker fumed that is added hundreds of
thousands of dollars per well drilled, but Josh basically outranked him in the
company and Bull could do nothing. I was so proud of my husband and his
unbending principles!

In some other ways, however, I think Josh's principles *are* becoming a little
more flexible. For one thing, he never asks me about my periods anymore. He just
fucks me stupid every morning and night -- mid-day, too, if he can manage to
come home for lunch. For another, I have noticed that whenever Josh is around,
Maria, Consuelo, Rosita, and even Lupe, Don Roberto's teen-age daughter, get all
doe-eyed as they steal glances at my Josh's rugged figure, handsome, craggy
face, and salt-and-pepper hair. And it looks to me like all four girls have
suspicious little bulges in their tummies.

Just like mine.