This is the first story I ever wrote (with the help of a gay friend to help me through some of the "think like a guy" parts), and I wasn't sure what my writing style was, yet. The first few chapters will be from the perspective of individual characters, but after 4 or 5 (7 or 8? don't remember) chapters I just started writing like a normal person :-P I started rewriting the beginning to match the style of the most recent chapters, but it was just so much work... and I have other stories I need to tell, too... so if the perspective shifts seem super annoying, hang in there, because they don't last long, I think. I have like 10 or so chapters already written, and I will need to convert them to these webpages one at a time, so hang in there, it gets better... and sorry in advance if you think it sucks. :-( But IMO it gets better.
Chapter 4 - MF
Christine's Perspective.
Ron hasn't been in the real estate office all week because he is on vacation in the Caribbean with his bitch wife, which makes it the first time in 8 years we have gone a week without
fucking each other. He tells me he wants to talk about leaving our spouses and being together, but it seems like there is always a reason it isn't the right time. It's
either his wife needs him to focus on remodeling their mansion, or they need to visit with her father at their lake house, or that he just isn't feeling right about it....
he always has an excuse... but he is always willing to spend an hour fucking me when we are prepping a house for a showing. I can drive through any of the better
neighborhoods in this town and remember having sex in almost half of the houses that have been bought and sold through our office.
He says he was faithful to his wife until he met me, which is probably a lie, just as I was faithful to Stephen before I met him, which was the truth. But Stephen and I had
never had kids, and after several years of marriage the spark was gone. And then I met Ron. I'd just joined the agency he owned as a realtor, and I have to admit there was
an immediate attraction. I would get so worked up being around him all day that I even started having sex with my husband more, fantasizing about Ron.... for a little while
I had my spark back, and my husband got the fire at night that Ron had kindled all day. And of course THAT is when Stephen finally gets me pregnant.
Perfect. Just perfect.
I was obviously conflicted.... I wasn't crazy about having a kid now, with him, at this point in my life, but what was done was done, and Stephen and I decided to move
forward. To be honest, there really wasn't any question, but I wish I were
happier about it all.
The day after the pregnancy test, I guess I was a little distant at work, because Ron asked me what was wrong while we were driving to a new listing. It was the owner's
summer home, so it was currently unoccupied. I tried to tell him it was nothing, but he was gentle and insistent with his concern, and my hormones betrayed me... I started
bawling in his car. Everything spilled out, my attraction for him, my doubts about my marriage, and now my pregnancy.... and before I knew it we were on the couch in the
solarium of the listing, overlooking the ocean, and he was holding me as I cried. He kissed the tears on my cheek. I let him. He kissed the corner of my mouth.... I let him.
He took my tear streaked face in his hands... looked into my eyes... told me how beautiful I was... and suddenly he is kissing my lips tenderly... softly... just small
pecks... my heart stopped and then exploded. I kissed him back. Soft. Harder. Urgently. His hands wrapped around my back pulling me against him as my hands were on the back
of his neck pulling him to me. His tongue licked my lips and I parted them to let him enter me, his tongue found mine and we caressed each other. My head was spinning. My
body was jelly. I felt him unbuttoning my white blouse and suddenly I was undoing his belt. He pulled my blouse off my shoulders and arms, and I unbuttoned and unzipped his
pants, and reached inside.... inside his silk boxers I felt his hardness. He moaned as I wrapped my fingers around it, and I moaned when he was kissing the tops of my
breasts over my lacy bra. He undid my front clasp and suddenly my nipple was in his mouth.... the first man besides my husband to lick my nipples in over 7 years... and I
pulled his hard cock out of his pants and began stroking it... the first cock besides my husband's I had touched in over 7 years. I giggled as I thought to myself "a day of
firsts..." stupid thing to cross my mind. He moaned as I stroked him urgently and his hand flew up my thigh under my skirt... his fingers found the garters I wear to work
almost every day and he groaned and said "Very nice..." under his breath... and suddenly his fingers were against my pussy, on top of my lacy panties that matched my bra. He
and I both realized how wet I already was at the same time when he touched the drenched fabric.... and suddenly he
was working my clit over my panties. My husband is no slouch in bed, but he mapped out where all my buttons were so long ago that he didn't even need to try anymore... but to Ron I was unexplored territory, and he only had my
whimpers and moans to tell him what I liked. This was my first, "first time" in so long... it is like being a teenager again... We were kissing passionately as I caressed
his cock and he caressed my clit... and almost at the same time we jumped up and ripped our clothes off.... he needed to fuck me just as badly as I wanted him inside
me. He kicked off his shoes and ripped the buttons off his shirt pulling it off and
then his pants and boxers were on the ground.... my skirt was kicked off and I pulled down
my panties and he growled, "Leave the garters on..." and suddenly he pushed me back onto the couch, spread my legs and knelt between them, pulled me forward so my ass was
against the edge, and I felt his hardness against me... this is it... I am about to become a
cheater... but I didn't care.... and he thrust inside of me. He wasn't as wide
as my husband but maybe an inch longer.... I felt him deeper inside my body as I'd ever felt a man.... he knelt there, deep inside me, looking into my eyes... my hands on
his shoulders so he can't escape... both of us panting in anticipation... and he said, "Thank you, Christine..." and that began the most amazing afternoon of my life. We
made love twice in that solarium.... he fucked me like that until we both came, him filling me up deeply... he knew I was safe since I was already pregnant, but I could
almost imagine him wishing he could cum into my womb, he was pushing and grinding so hard at the end.... but when I felt him pumping his cum inside me it triggered my own
orgasm, so hard and needful... after he said it felt like my pussy was trying to suck him dry. He didn't soften.... we rolled over without his pulling out and I was on top
straddling him, and I rode him to another mutual orgasm while he sucked my nipples which already felt a little more sensitive from the pregnancy.
After that we found a bed and made love twice more. Not fucking this time.... our urgency for each other was sated... but making love, now... both of us secretly so happy to
have found the other at a time in our lives when we desperately needed to feel this kind of passion again. Of course we hadn't talked about that at the time, but we later
discovered that is what we both felt, and it made it easier for the both of us to handle the guilt of his cheating on his wife, and me on my husband... and now, technically,
my cheating on my baby.
For the first month we went out together every day, ostensibly to show this house or that... and we'd
spend a couple hours in the master bedroom. By the 4th month of my pregnancy Ron and I were meeting only about 3 days a week.... there had been too many close calls with our spouses calling for us and phones not getting answered. I
discovered something about myself with Ron that I didn't know with Stephen... I loved swallowing his cum. I never swallowed Stephen's,
I hadn't even sucked him in years, but from the beginning I swallowed Ron's cum. He said it was so erotic knowing
it was inside me, I was digesting it, and it was helping to nurture my baby.... Ron liked it even more when we found out I
was having a girl. Men are strange. Stephen and I found out together with the ultrasound, and when he went to use the restroom I texted Ron and told him. Ron and I made love
again the next day, he came deep inside me, splashing against my closed cervix, while looking in my eyes, muttering, "for our baby." It was so wrong on so many levels, but
it felt so amazingly wrong that I went with it.
And of course my sex life with my husband became almost nonexistent. One night during that first month I was fucking Ron... I was in a deep, exhausted sleep with Ron's cum
both in my pussy and in my stomach... and I woke up to find Stephen entering me from behind. I didn't stop him, my husband... but it just felt so wrong...
oh but Stephen was thicker, wasn't he... mmmm.... I hid my orgasm as Stephen came inside me, his sperm joining Ron's up against my cervix.... but the next day before work I
lied and told my husband that pregnancy had made my vagina really sore, and sex was very painful.
I knew that would make him stop initiating sex with me, because he is
considerate. I fucked Ron later that morning.
My pregnancy proceeded, my boobs got huge and Ron stimulated my milk flow in my
7th month with his incessant suckling while I rode his cock.... my baby bump being too big
for him to be on top... and my husband was celibate and was getting the spare room converted into a nursery and building cribs and all that domestic crap. In my 8th month
Stephen took a long weekend alone to Vegas, a preemptive vacation, since he was about to become a full-time daddy, and Ron came to my home and fucked me in every room, like
he was claiming his mate and marking his territory. He especially enjoyed doing it in the nursery, bending me over the baby's changing table and pulling out at the last
moment and spraying his cum everywhere. And him fucking me while I knelt on the glidey rocker was fun.
The baby came on time, a little baby girl, 7 pounds 8 ounces, and in my mind I had been thinking of her as Ron's baby.... he certainly played out that fantasy often
enough.... but she looked just like a feminine little Stephen. I often wonder if that was the reason I could never connect with her as intensely as I thought I should have.
I certainly loved her, and I wasn't having postpartum depression, but when she wasn't suckling milk from my breasts, I just wasn't feeling that, "OMG my life has changed she
is my everything" like the mothers on TV and the mommy blogs do. Those first couple month were rough.... no sleep ever, it seemed... and I admit sometimes I would kick Stephen in the middle of
the night and make him take my turn changing the baby. He didn't have to work in the morning, and I did, so
that was more fair, anyway.
She seemed to be becoming a daddy's girl, and even more so after my maternity leave and I went back to work.... and back to fucking Ron regularly. He was kind of a jerk and
said my pussy felt looser and different... no kidding, asshole... but he said that was fine and plunged into my ass.... it was my first time with anal.
He didn't even ask. The only lube was from my pussy. I hated it, and I came so hard I almost passed out.
I would come home in the evenings and take Lindsey to hold her.. and she'd cry until I gave her back to her father. Stephen tried to tell me it isn't anyones fault, it's
just how babies are.... but I could take the hint. Somehow she knew that I wasn't really 100% part of her family, my heart was elsewhere.
Maybe she smelled "Not-Daddy" on me. So I let Stephen be both mom and dad to her, even though he hinted he could really use a break in the evenings after having her all day. But hey, I worked all day too, so my
argument was that he shouldn't complain so much. He didn't, he just rolled over and I continued fucking Ron and making most of our money and being Ron's whore on the side
because he wouldn't leave his wife.
So tonight I was thinking too much about all of it, how Ron had been gone since Monday with his bitch of a wife in St Thomas or whatever, and how I hadn't been fucked in a
week, so after dinner while my husband was cleaning up I mentioned to him, "Coming to bed early tonight?" That's my message that I was going to let him have sex with me....
I needed some dick and I wanted to show Ron that I didn't need him for sex. He said, "I'll be in after I put Lindsey to bed." He's so pathetic.
He came in as I was getting into bed, and the routine began yet again. He strokes my clit until I start getting turned on enough to touch him... and I stroke him.
Oooo... I always forget how thick he is. Like I said, he knows how to touch me... familiarity, contempt.... and he gets me hot and wet in no time.
And I straddle him, as always. And he sucks my nipples as I ride him, as always. And when I start to cum he feels it and lets himself cum inside me while grabbing my ass hard,
shooting it deep inside me.... I wonder if he ever wanted another baby? Doesn't matter because Ron made me get an IUD so
I wouldn't get pregnant again. I never told Stephen. And now that I fucked my
husband, ha, that'll show Ron. That will show him.
So that's how I ended up laying here pretending to be asleep, after fucking my husband. He doesn't go to bed as early as me... I think he catches a nap in the days while
Lindsey is in school... so when we actually do have sex, afterwards he gets up and goes to watch a movie, or whatever. I don't care. Ron will be back at work in 2 days, he's
a jerk and we have a house to inspect and list that day.... I will have to wear those new garters I bought.
He will like them.