Bradley's Mom

By Romany

(M/F, cheating wife)


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This is a fictional story involving the sexual contact between
consenting adults. If this subject offends you, close this page
NOW! If you choose to read on you must be 18 years or older. If
you are not LEAVE!!! Any similarities to any person living or
dead are purely coincidental.
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May 2001

I noted the dark green SUV following me along the access road to
the apartment complex. I glanced in the rear view mirror several
times and saw the mop of blond hair of the woman driving it. I
pulled up in front of the building my apartment was in and as I
turned the engine off and got out of the car, the SVU paused to
allow me to close my car door and then pulled into the space
beside me. I could see her clearly now. About thirty years of age
and a pretty face framed by the large mane of hair. I nodded and
turned to walk to the main door. As I fumbled for my key she got
out of the SUV and came up to me just as I opened the door to
walk inside. From there I held the door and she came in after me.
Once again I nodded and headed to the mail boxes to check for
mail and she was right behind me still. She was nearly my height
and was statuesque in her build. My impression gained by a couple
of furtive glances as she came to the door and then walked inside
while I held the door for her. I stood at the mailbox and put my
key in the lock and she moved past to the end of the rows and did
the same. Coincidentally we fished the day�s mail from our
respective boxes and as I turned to start up the stairs once
again she was right behind me. As I got two or three steps up the
stairs she spoke.

�Ever get the feeling you were being followed?� she chuckled and
I turned and laughed at the obvious that she seemed to be my
shadow.

�What floor are you on?� I asked relieved she had broken the ice.

�I�m your neighbor,� she said a little surprised I hadn�t placed
her.

�Oh�sorry,� I said sheepishly. �I wasn�t aware.�

�We moved in two weeks ago. I knew you were the man with the
Toyota Camry and lived next door,� she chuckled. �I�m Nadine,�
she said and extended a hand out to me as I paused turning back
to talk.

�Allan,� I said and took her hand. �Allan Simpson.�

As I looked down at her two steps below I had the view off a long
cleavage setting of an ample bosom. Her face was prettier than I
had first noted in my rear vision mirror, when driving in. The
hair showed signs of darker color near the roots and I sensed she
was a bottle blond and needed a repeat of the blond color she was
using. She caught my glance at her cleavage and grinned.

�Pleased to meet you Allan Simpson,� she said. �I�m Nadine
Turner,� she said adding her surname.

We continued up the stairs to the landing and then as I walked
passed her door to my own, I stopped and turned back and took a
quick glance. I would say she was Rubenesque more than
statuesque. She was definitely fuller figure around her waist yet
her legs seemed quite slender in proportion, and her butt was
large but not heavy given her overall size. She looked at me and
smiled.

�Four months pregnant,� she smiled knowing what I was thinking as
I had scrutinized her figure.

�Oh congratulations,� I said enthusiastically; more to cover my
embarrassment at being caught checking her out. �When�s it due�?�
I began then caught myself realizing I could do the math if she
was four months gone.

I laughed at the idiocy of my question and quickly interjected
�May� as she drew breath to tell me she was due in May.

�Exactly,� she laughed. �You did the math correctly.�

�Have a healthy pregnancy then,� I said. �And a safe and trouble
free confinement.�

�Thank you Allan� she said genuinely appreciative of my well
wishes, and with that we opened our respective doors I unison and
with a smile at each other went into our apartments.


***

I saw Nadine quite regularly. I did a lot of telecommuting and so
I was at home sometimes through the day. I worked out she did not
have a job and her husband drove a second SUV which was much
bigger than her Ford Explorer. I think it was an Expedition or
suchlike. We would make small talk and I noted her pregnancy
stretching her belly and it seemed that May was on us before we
knew it. I didn�t see her until later in June when once again our
return to the apartment mid-afternoon one warm spring day saw her
tailing me into the complex. As she got out of the SUV, she
grinned and went to the rear door and I stood as she took a car
seat with her baby safely tucked in. I grinned and walked around
to her and looked at the infant asleep in the car seat.

�This is Bradley,� she said in a loud whisper. �Bradley James
Turner�James after his father�s dad,� she added.


�Hello Bradley James Turner,� I whispered as she had done. �Nice
to meet you,� and I touched the baby�s small hand.

We walked up the stairs together and chatted about the birth in
general terms; how long she was in labor and suchlike, and she
made a few faces to signify it wasn�t easy. She also related the
boy�s weight, length and head size. It was intriguing when she
told me the head size and she made a face as she related it. I
took the inference that a certain intimate but vital part of her
anatomy for childbirth was overstretched by her son�s big head.
Of course I had no idea whether it was large, small or normal but
I caught the inference and it was a little bemusing to me she had
implied such an intimate detail to me whom she hardly knew. I
feigned a wince to show I caught her meaning and we laughed as
she stopped to go into her apartment.

�No I just have to lose this and stop looking like I�m still
eight months gone,� she laughed touching her obvious pot belly.

�Don�t get too distracted trying to lose it all in the first few
months,� I laughed recalling how my wife Marie had attempted a
crash diet return to her normal figure after our first-born, our
daughter Julie.

She tried so hard and eventually realized nature would allow her
to return to her usual size when she was good and ready. There
was no such effort after our son David was born and she saw the
sense in just waiting for her body to recover.

�I have to do something otherwise Bradley�s dad will start to
look elsewhere,� she joked, yet I felt there was a small inkling
of truth in her comment.

I wondered what sort of a man he was having only ever seen him
from a distance as he drove in or out of the complex. It occurred
to me I had never seen him up close in the nearly seven months
they had been neighbors. I bid her farewell and went inside.

Inside my apartment I reflected on my own situation. It seemed
just yesterday that my own children were just babies. Now both my
son and daughter were grown. My daughter Julie expecting her
first child and her younger brother David was in the marines.
Both had made me and my late wife Marie extremely happy as they
grew up. It was a personal tragedy Marie had contracted cervical
cancer and had passed away before Julie had married. She had been
gone three years now. I had sold the big house and invested in
this three bedroom condominium, surrounded with leased units like
the Turners next door. I saw Julie and David at Thanksgiving and
Xmas when we combined with Julie and her husband Steve as a
family. The distance between us with me being on the east coast
and they being on the west made it difficult for Julie and her
husband to afford regular trips east and David�s leave usually
only amounted to a few days at a time so he chose to spend his
days with his new girlfriend and leave family time until the
holidays. I had not yearned for any company since the shock of
losing Marie. She was my life and to see her wither and fade away
was a heartache I would never forget. The change in my life was a
huge hurdle to overcome but I was just starting to come around to
regarding my future without her and the possibility of perhaps
meeting someone else to share my later years with. At fifty-two I
had plenty to look forward to. It took me nearly all of the three
years since Marie�s death to realize that.

I saw Nadine and Bradley spasmodically but seldom saw her
husband. And some weeks after my chat with Nadine on the stairs,
when she introduced me to baby Bradley, I made eye contact with
her husband leaving the complex in their larger SUV. I was quite
taken aback as he scowled at me and looked away quickly; leaving
me at a loss to understand his cool attitude. I expected Nadine
had said she had met me and had delivered a small gift for
Bradley, so why wasn�t it a more friendly acknowledgement? I let
it pass as I hardly ever saw him and indeed I saw Nadine less
often as I opted to work in the office for the summer months;
rather than telecommute from home. Three times a week I went to
the complex�s small gymnasium and spent some time on the
treadmill. Just walking at a brisk pace which my doctor had said
was sufficient exercise to get my heart rate up and the cardio
vascular system working. �It will help you stave off the
possibility of cholesterol and circulatory diseases as you age�
he had said. Ironic advice given he was obese by any standards.
Arriving in the gym on a Wednesday evening, I was surprised to
see Nadine in sweat pants and a tee shirt, on the Nordic machine.
Nestled in the corner of the gym fast asleep was baby Bradley.
She beamed when I appeared and slowed and we made small talk;
delighted to see each other. We were the only occupants of the
gym.

�So you�ve decided you can beat the post-baby bulges,� I laughed.

�Yep�gotta do it,� she laughed with me. �What about you?�

�Slightly elevated blood pressure and cholesterol. Nothing
serious needing medication but my doctor says I can help with
regular exercise,� I laughed and slapped my belly.

�You don�t look like you need exercise,� she said with a grin.
�Maybe when you�re fifty�but you look trim,� she added.

�I�m fifty-two,� I laughed. �But I�ll take it as a compliment you
think I�m younger.�

She was genuinely surprised I was over fifty and she
congratulated me on my youthful appearance. The greeting over,
she went back to her workout; speeding up on the machine and I
logged onto a treadmill programme that saw me walking briskly
within five minutes. Set to do thirty minutes of hills and flats.
As I grew accustomed to the effort, I watched Nadine in the
mirrors. Pretending I was concentrating on my own programme. She
was working with some difficulty but I could see the effort she
was applying. I took in her large breasts wobbling in her bra and
noted her butt and legs were really quite trim. If she lost the
tummy and her boobs returned to a normal size from her obvious
breastfeeding of Bradley, Nadine was quite a handsome young
woman. And I slyly noted the regular appearance of her crotch as
she moved each leg back and forward. On one stride her sweats
pulled tight in the groin and her sex was pronounced in
reflection in the mirror; despite me not seeing that view
directly. She would have believed she was exercising with some
decorum; not knowing I got a clear crotch shot each time her left
leg went forward. I chastised myself for viewing her as a sex
object but as I got used to the view I felt less self-critical at
ogling her plump mound. I recalled her comment about Bradley�s
head and wondered if her birth canal was once again normal size
for marital sex. Had she had an episiotomy to help Bradley come
into the world? How much was she shaved?

I continued my work out and suddenly she turned towards Bradley.
The sleeping child was stirring and soon began to cry. She
steeped carefully off her machine and went to the car seat the
child used as a crib here in the gymnasium. She picked him up and
cuddled him to her and I sensed she was looking at me so I turned
to meet her gaze.

�Do you mind�?� she said looking down at her breast.

I took she wanted privacy to feed the child so I made to stop my
machine; a little surprised she expected me to leave the gym. She
sensed what I was doing and quickly came over to me.

�No, no Allan�I don�t mean for you to leave�I mean do you mind if
I feed him in here,� she explained with a look of concern she had
offended me.

�Oh�right,� I answered realizing what she meant. �No�no, go
ahead. I don�t object to nursing mothers,� I said grinning back
at here; feeling sheepish I had taken her as impertinent at
wanting to be on her own.

�Thanks,� she said simply and moved to a weight bench and sat
side on to me.

I started to speed up the treadmill again; and while looking
ahead but with my eyes peering off to my left, I could see her
reflection in the wall of mirrors. I feigned disinterest but for
the next few minutes had a full view of Bradley sucking off the
white expanse of his mother�s large left breast. It certainly
wasn�t erotic; rather more teasing for me as my wife had not
breast fed our children. She was rather small breasted and it was
never an option she could produce sufficient milk to feed the
children naturally. I guess at some halfway point, Nadine moved
Bradley and stood him on her lap and patted his back to burp him.
She made no effort to replace her left breast in her maternity
bra and I could see the large orb and nipple reflected in the
mirror even If I could not have seen it if I had turned to face
her; as the exposed breast was on her farthest side from me. I
suspected she knew I could not see it directly but must have
forgotten about the mirror wall. So she was in no hurry to
replace it; preferring to pat the child�s back and burp his wind.
After given the baby a spell from feeding, she did return the
exposed breast to her bra and then I noted her glance in my
direction and she turned half away from me and released her right
breast and soon Bradley was feeding noisily from that one.

Because the event had no erotic connotations I went back to
gazing at the TV with the sound turned down; reading the
subtitles, and soon Nadine and Bradley�s presence was incidental
to me. So I was somewhat startled when she suddenly stood up, and
pushing her breast back into her bra and adjusting her top, she
turned and walked towards me; holding her infant son on her hip.

�I guess I might be going,� she said pausing to place Bradley in
the car seat.

I smiled and nodded and kept marching steadily on the treadmill;
feigning a degree of exhaustion as if I couldn�t talk through the
effort I was putting in.�

�Would you like to come over for a drink after,� she said
somewhat nervously; sort of blurting it out. �Grant is away in
Philly and I could do with some company,� she continued quickly.
�Maybe have a bite to eat��

I was taken by surprise. For all of the time I had been in these
apartments, hardly anybody stopped to talk on the stairs, let
alone invite me for a meal. I was touched yet somewhat
apprehensive about her invitation but did not know why. Perhaps
it was the thought of her surly husband finding out and making
some sort of fuss. Or perhaps him just being more surly and
uncommunicative than normal.

�Um�oh�yes�OK,� I stammered, a little taken aback.

�It will be a nice way to thank you for Bradley�s gift,� she said
quickly, referring to the small stuffed toy I had given her for
Bradley not long after she had introduced herself.

Her face had brightened up when I had agreed, though I noted she
had flushed a little with embarrassment.

�OK�deal,� I laughed, puffing a little from exertion as I spoke.

�Deal,� she mimicked with a broad grin. �How about six thirty
then?�

�Sounds fine,� I chuckled. �I�ll see you then.

Looking very pleased I had accepted she picked up the car seat
with Bradley firmly secured inside and smiled warmly as she left
the gym. I continued my workout, pondering the invitation.
Certainly she was perhaps the only person on this complex who
regularly talked to me. And it must be hard being on her own with
her husband away so frequently; judging by the nights the second
SUV was not in front of the apartment. I left the gym about six
and went to my apartment and showered and dressed casually. I
knocked on her door sharp at six thirty and she opened it so
quickly I wondered if she had been loitering near it.

�Come in,� she gushed.

I was a little taken aback. She was wearing a pair of mid-calf
tight stretch black pants and a tight white shirt with perhaps
one too many buttons undone so her ample cleavage was on display.
I could see the bumps of her nipples against the material. I
glanced down quickly, almost as a male reflex, and felt a warm
blush as I saw the swell of her sex. I swear I could see the
entire pubis and part of her vulva framed by the stretch material
of her pants. This wasn�t a demure outfit by any means. I blushed
realizing I had unwittingly ogled her. But she showed no offense
to the rapid moving of my eyes over her body and she ushered me
in with a warm smile.

�How did the workout finish up?� she asked casually to start a
conversation.

�Not bad,� I said relieved to talk about something. �I did my
usual half hour of power walking and then the weights,� I
chuckled.

�Very impressive,� she laughed. �I�m doing the power walking and
the AB crunches. I need to get this paunch off,� she grinned and
she framed her post natal tummy with her hands.

My eyes naturally went back to her lower abdomen as she made the
gesture and once again I saw the obvious relief of her sex below
her hands. She watched me with a half smile on her lips. Our eyes
met briefly and I knew in that instant she knew what I saw and
apparently my scrutiny was not offensive to her. There was a
pregnant pause and then she assumed the initiative.

�Come in and have a seat,� she began. �Bradley�s in his crib and
I have dinner well under way�lasagna�.do you like lasagna?� she
asked as she walked ahead of me.

�Lasagna is fine,� I said making sure I sounded enthused.

I was quite partial to lasagna and couldn�t recall the last time
I had had it.

�Take a seat and I�ll just finish off the salad,� she said
cheerily. �Would you like a beer or glass of wine? I can�t join
you�the trials and tribulations of breastfeeding I�m afraid,� she
added with a chuckle and framed her ample bosom with her hands to
punctuate her explanation on why she couldn�t drink.

I smiled at her brazen demonstration and she grinned back and
stared warmly at me.

�Well what is it to be?� she asked.

�A beer would do nicely,� I answered cheerily.

She took a beer from the fridge and opened it.

�Glass?� she said holding up the bottle.

�No�the bottle is fine,� I smiled and she came out of the kitchen
and hand me the beer.

�Is your husband not here?� I said realizing she hadn�t mentioned
him at all.

�No�he�s in Philadelphia tonight. Back Friday,� she said and
screwed her face up to show her displeasure at her husband�s
frequent absences for his job.

�It must be hard him being away so much,� I said trying to sound
empathetic about her being left alone with the baby.

�I�m getting used to it,� she answered wryly. �It�s so regular
that Bradley and I have our own routine now,� she continued with
a small laugh. �Grant has to fit in with us when he gets home,�
she concluded firmly and grinned as she turned to go back to the
kitchen.

I watched her walk back behind the bench; noting the faint
outline of her underwear against pants. I deduced she was wearing
a thong. She glanced at me as she rounded the bench and I glanced
away quickly. A small smile came to her lips and I knew she had
realized I was ogling her butt and now she noted my eyes flick
away. I felt my ears redden in embarrassment; knowing she knew
why I had looked away. I had concluded she was quite deliberate
with her choice of pants for my visit, knowing her husband was
away. This intrigued and excited me. What was on her mind? I
sipped the beer and sat back on the leather couch and leaned back
into the arm farthest from her; so I could half turn and look
along the length of it as I faced her standing behind the bench
unit. She bubbled on aimlessly about her and her husband.
Speaking quite glowingly of his success at his job but chiding
him in his absence for agreeing to take on Baltimore and
Philadelphia in his responsibilities at work. This saw him on the
road a lot and she said how he preferred to drive rather than
fly; this took him away from home extra days for travel. There
was no such thing as a day trip for him to either city; which air
travel would have allowed. I matched her chatter with a brief
overview of my life until Marie�s death and then explained how I
decided the apartment life was better than a single person in our
big house; which I had rented out. Still keeping it as a legacy
to hand onto my kids when I went.

�You must get lonely now; being married for so many years and now
being on your own,� she said as we sat eating dinner.

�Well it was a struggle at first,� I began. �I had days where I
had wished we had both been taken out in a car accident or
suchlike,� I said. �But as the weeks went by I realized Judith
would want me to live a full life. I�m not exactly decrepit,� I
concluded with a chuckle.

�You are certainly not decrepit�not even close,� Nadine laughed.

�Has there been anyone in your life since?� she said carefully so
as not to appear as if she was prying.

�Not really,� I began. �There was one woman, a widow like myself.
But she was trying to simply substitute me for her husband. It
was so clear she was still grieving and I was very much a rebound
to his death,� I said thoughtfully; thinking of Mary-Louise Smith
who I had dated for some of months last year.

�Did anything develop?� Nadine said bluntly then realized she was
being blunt and then apologized profusely for her impertinence.

I chuckled at her and shook my head.

�No�the lady in question was kind of domineering. She just wanted
a partner to boss around as she must have done with her late
husband. I think anything physical was way down on her agenda,� I
said with a chuckle.

�Hmmm�it�s been awhile then,� she said and once again began
apologizing for her rude comment.

I laughed and told her not to worry.

�I know what you mean,� I said with a grin. �But it will
happen�in time�at the right time,� I said philosophically.

�I hope so,� she said quickly; then added �for you�I hope you�re
right. I�m sure you are,� and she held my gaze momentarily.

Bradley�s distant cry broke pregnant pause as we stared at each
other and she frowned and stood and went to tend to him. To my
surprise she came into the living room with the baby and settled
in the large easy chair and I sat at the table and regarded her
beginning to breast fed her son.

�I�ll give him a top up,� she said nonchalantly and glanced
across at me.

I had finished my beer so I stood, and showing her the empty
bottle, she told me to help myself to another. I walked behind
the bench and took a beer from the fridge and removed the cap. I
went back into the lounge and as we�d finished eating I bypassed
the table and sat on the couch; looking at her nursing her son.
Her breast was quite exposed and Bradley slurped noisily at her
nipple. Just as she had done in the gym, she made no effort to
conceal her breast and when she did a change of side, the used
orb was allowed to hang momentarily as she turned the baby and
had him onto her other large breast. I saw the large nipple
distended from the baby�s sucking and she looked at me quite
deliberately as she somehow stuffed it inside her maternity bra
without disturbing the baby feeding from the other. By now there
was no awkwardness on my part and she seemed happy for me to
watch. I said nothing; just took in the young nursing mother
which was something I had never experienced with my wife and
children. When she finished and had her breast tucked away, she
stood the baby on her lap and holding him upright, rubbed him
until he burped. We chatted about his sleeping habits and how she
was getting him to sleep longer each week. Eventually the small
talk ended when she stood to take him back to bed.

�Come and see his room,� she said with a smile.

I followed her to the second bedroom in the apartment and was
mildly impressed how they had decorated it as a nursery. Lots of
colorful fluffy toys and hanging mobiles. She set about putting
Bradley in his crib and I ventured up beside her and watched as
she tucked him in. There was the strong odor of baby powder about
the room and I saw a diaper changing station against the wall
with an array of canisters and bottles for sanitizing and
freshening the baby with. Satisfied Bradley was about to fall off
to sleep she put her finger to her lips as a sssshhhh motion and
I retreated; Nadine following closely and turning off the light.
Somewhere in her haste to get out of the nursery quietly she
caught up on me ambling through the nursery door and bumped into
me quite hard. I turned to get my feet moving to get out of her
way but quickly realized she was pushing her groin against my
upper thigh. I was still somewhat tangled up with my feet and I
glanced at her in disbelief at the crotch shoving deliberately
against me and saw a look of wanton hunger on her face. I froze,
perplexed at this obvious crude pass. In the instant that I stood
rooted to the spot, her hand went straight to my crotch and I
felt her hand take a handful of my cock through my trousers. For
a brief moment I was frozen, unable to do anything as my mind
raced to put this into context. I�m not sure what drove me but
the next move by me was to shove a hand under her shirt, which
was not tucked into her pants, and lever the elastic waist of the
pants down roughly; and my hand went straight to her warm puffy
sex. She groaned �oh Christ� and almost collapsed against me;
still working my cock over, which was now rapidly growing. My
fingers went inside one leg of her panties and I slid then
straight between the ample sex lips and I was shocked to find her
soaking wet. She was now leaning heavily against me and her eyes
were half closed and her mouth working like a goldfish gulping in
a bowl as my fingers slid into her and then curled up to the
clitoral area and back inside her cunt.

�Oh God�Christ that�s good�I need this�God that�s good,� she
panted and she frantically opened my flies and searched for a way
to my erection.

Roughly she got it out of the flap of my boxers and she jacked me
purposefully; her head against my shoulder as she looked down and
watched her hand stroking me. I had her pants mostly down her
thighs and I had detected she was shaved; maybe as a consequence
of birthing Bradley. I was now working directly on her clitoris
and she was almost pushing me across the hall, she was so cast
against me; obviously very aroused by this contact. I noted we
were opposite the master bedroom so I turned her forcibly and she
almost stumbled and fell as I twisted her away from me so I could
move us to the bed which was visible behind the half open door.

She caught onto what I was doing and with a loud sigh of �oh God
yes�in there�do it�I want it� she allowed me to guide her
backwards so she collapsed back onto the foot of the bed.

I wrenched the pants and panties from her in one sudden movement
and she groaned �oh fuck do it�please do it� almost as a sob of
submission.

I struggled to lift her legs and she worked out what I wanted and
helped me by shoving herself further back on the bed and lifted
her legs voluntarily. Her hands locked behind her knees and she
opened herself up with her legs raised in the air. I moved
quickly with my cock in hand and punched it at the vermillion sex
lips that were clearly wet and dewy; and in one sudden shove, I
impaled her to the hilt.

She sobbed �oh fuck ye-s-s-s-s�fuck me�for God�s sake just fuck
me� and there was a look of pure lust in her eyes as I powered
into her.

As soon as I got a good rhythm, she released her legs and clamped
her heels over my lower back; her arms coming around my
shoulders. As I hunched over her and slammed hard into her she
held my gaze and a stream of crudities flowed as she groaned to
�fuck me�fuck me�fuck me� and �fuck me like a whore� which she
kept repeating as I ploughed her. I was turned on by her crude
urgings and quickly felt myself rising to a point I knew it would
be impossible to come back from. To my amazement she actually
beat me to cum. It took me totally by surprise, as despite her
sexual ranting, I did not think she was even close. But she began
wailing loudly and shoving her hips up to match my in-stroke and
she rolled her head back so I stared under her chin and neck and
she moaned and groaned noisily. I lost it and slammed her hard
into the bed; almost three years without sexual release with a
woman consumed me in a fantastic ejaculation. It seemed like I
pumped bucket loads into her. The spurts seemed to go on and on
and brought delirious pleasure to me, and eventually I shoved
hard and held myself against her and gasped �oh fuck yes� as the
last spurt was wrung from my cock embedded inside of her; and I
collapsed on her body.

***

There was no intent on my part to stay the night. Even being in
her marital bed was one of necessity given where our sexual
explosion started. But the sex had been so dammed erotic I made
no move to get out at a seemly hour and she certainly made no
move to expel me. After the first frantic fuck, we had slithered
up the bed and lay loosely in each other embrace. She removed her
pants completely and told me to strip which I had done. I
realized she wanted more. She kept her shirt on saying she was
too prone to flooding from her heavy breasts full of milk; and it
was less messy to simply leak into pads placed inside the
maternity bra she wore. Clearly tit-play was out for the near
future.

She initiated the second coupling by reaching for me and stroking
me languidly while leaning over me and kissing me passionately. I
was surprised by the kiss. I had thought she just wanted a good
fuck and I was the available cock; but this almost romantic
approach bemused me a little yet I enjoyed it and kissed her back
warmly. I had no tangible feelings for her and had decided it was
all about relief of frustration following her pregnancy. Which
made me wonder about her husband; or was she just extra horny and
he was away for a couple of nights and I would do? Eventually she
trailed her mouth down my body; nuzzling my neck to start with,
and then nipping my nipples as she continued to stroke my cock.
As her lips eventually trailed down my lower abdomen and over my
pubic bush I raised my hips slightly in anticipation and she
engulfed my cock with her warm wet mouth.

I sighed in approval and she paused and chuckled and whispered
�you like this don�t you� and went back to sucking my cock.

�An understatement I gasped,� as she raked the underside of my
balls with her nails; bringing a flash of electricity to my
groin. She was turned lengthways along my body and I reached over
her closest thigh from behind and burrowed my fingers into her
warm wetness and she gasped �oh fuck that�s so go� as I slid them
up and along her slit. She soon lost concentration on my cock and
with a sigh of exasperation she quickly swiveled her body and
straddled me. Squatting on the soles of her feet, she bowed her
head to look between her legs as she reached behind her to take
my cock, and watched as it disappeared into her cunt as she
lowered herself over me. This second fuck was more intimate. As
she rose and fell and moved her pelvis to maximize her enjoyment
of being impaled by my cock, she watched my face and smiled in
enjoyment; noting I was relaxed and letting her do the work, yet
clearly we both enjoyed what was happening.

�You�re good at this,� she said quietly, with a knowing smile.

�So are you,� I smiled back.

�Not that I�ve had much action lately,� she panted an almost
derisive way. �Nine months of Bradley growing inside and a
husband who neglects the basics,� she said wryly; and then gasped
as she dropped completely against my upper thighs impaling
herself as deep as I could go.

She fucked for us both for some time. Clearly enjoying drawing
the fuck out; occasionally appearing to slow as she was getting
close to cumming. She often gave me hot looks and drew her tongue
across her lower lip as if to excite me. I lay and was
enthralled; wondering if she was enacting some fantasy with me. I
was fortunately staying hard. Girl-on-top was not a position I
favored as sometimes the pressure and grip on my cock was not a
constant so as to ensure continued erection. But studying Nadine
getting her pleasure from being on my cock was erotic in itself
and I was still very much rock hard up inside her. I reached for
her breasts, and she pulled back at first, and then relaxed and
let me lightly grope them.

�Not too hard,� she panted. �You�ll milk me,� and she giggled at
her comment.

I realized she was being careful I did not cause her to leak
profusely with my groping. I played with her breasts carefully;
heeding her warning yet feeling the nipples large and erect. This
brought about a change in her and I realized my twiddling was
getting her further aroused, as she began to gasp and pant in
irregular breaths. I realized I had moved her past the control
point she had held herself for nearly ten or twelve minutes now.
Dropping one hand to the junction of our bodies, I slipped a
finger up and inside the hood covering her clitoris and she cried
out in surprise and then almost growled obscenely �oh fuck yes�
as I stroked her clitoris firmly. Nadine blew her nut in an
instant, and rising and falling and then shoving her groin hard
at my pubis, she gasped and grunted and cried out as the orgasm
raged in her body. I watched her face enthralled; as it contorted
from the grimaces of effort to a maniacal smiles of pleasure, and
back to the serious effort of fucking again. And finally a goofy
grin as she simply crashed forward onto my chest; spent from the
second intense release of my visit.

She lay against me, my cock still hard up inside her; though not
the penetration it had when she sat upright on me. I wrapped my
arms around her and she nuzzled into my neck and let me hold her.
It was a minute or so like this that my neck felt decidedly wet
and I thought she must have been drooling. Then I heard the tell
tale sniff of someone holding back from crying. Without warning
Nadine began weeping gently. I was nonplussed by this but quickly
reasoned she was now consumed with regret. Inviting me here with
the intent of seducing me to fuck her; confessing it was so long
without sex for her. Cheating on her husband and flaunting the
intimacy a couple forge over the life of their marriage. I was
caught in two minds whether to speak and ask her what was wrong,
or to not acknowledge the obvious by keeping silent. She took the
initiative of what to do next away from.

�You didn�t cum,� she mumbled into my neck.

�I�no�it�s OK,� I said softly.

�Is it me?� she asked and lifted her head to look at me.

I saw her face sad and her eyes full with tears.

�No�God no,� I said emphatically. �Is that why you�re sad? You�re
upset I didn�t cum?� I asked a little incredulous she could be so
upset as to cry about that.

�No�no�it�s not that,� she sniffed and wiped her nose with her
hand.

�You�re having bad feelings about this�us�what happened,� I said
trying to put the sex into context of what she must now see as a
bad mistake.

�God no,� she laughed, and sniffed back her urge to cry. �God I
badly wanted a good fuck,� she chuckled. �I�d hoped it would be
you some time back,� she said wiping her eyes and pulled her head
back to study my face as I lay back watching her; my cock still
jammed up in her.

The single bedside lamp was casting shadows over my face and she
was straining to see my expression in the gloom.

�Do you regret it?� she asked quickly, and her face became
serious.

�No�absolutely not,� I said firmly to reassure her I had no
regrets.

I had a few questions maybe; this was an unexpected occurrence
and I was sure there was clearly some explanation yet to come
from her.

�Then you�d best have a good cum then,� she said with a wan smile
and she rolled slowly across me to the far side of the bed;
dragging me over with her as she rolled on her back.

I scooted down a little to ensure my cock did not disengage and
she swung her knees out and drew her heels up to her buttocks;
opening herself wide so I could ease into her again. I fucked her
deliberately and purposefully; Nadine lying comfortably and
holding my shoulders. To my amazement and egotistical delight,
she became aroused and soon she was squirming in sexual
agitation; gasping and uttering short instructions of
�there�that�s it�no, down�that�s it�deep�deep�deep�o-o-o-o-h
that�s so fucking good� and such like. Eventually the vocal
encouragement gave way to groans and moans of pleasure and I
fucked diligently; encouraged by her enjoyment and fascinated by
the way she was easily so turned on so soon after having already
cum hard. I�ve never before or since had sex with a woman who
could have an orgasm just by the in-out of a cock penetrating
their vagina. But as loose and soft as she was postnatal, Nadine
came hard a third time that night, with her teeth gritted and
gasping and grunting as she orgasmed and her body trembled. I
felt the contractions in her cunt and the entire eroticism of the
fuck blew me away and I came in buckets. Slamming her hard and
throwing my head back and grimacing with the joy and effort of a
second glorious fuck this day. It may have been a long time for
her but today was a breaking of celibacy for me that had lasted
nearly four years since my wife fell ill, and eventually died
from her cancer. I felt near on the verge of tears and understood
her earlier release of pent up emotion. Not one thing but just
all the little things finally brought into one heart wrenching
jolt as I came and finally collapsed on her ample breasts.

***

I stole from her bed near daybreak. I usually rose at six so it
wasn�t earlier than a normal start for me. She had risen to
Bradley�s needs at some point earlier. I feigned sleep while she
changed the baby�s diaper and fed him in his nursery. She crawled
back in beside me and snuggled in; obviously totally relaxed I
wasn�t her husband in their bed. I was thankful her last few
hours of sleep before daybreak were a deep slumber and she did
not stir when I left. Back in my own apartment, I showered and
ate breakfast. I was out the door and away from the apartment
half an hour earlier than usual. Something had driven me to be
gone in case she might come to my apartment before I was to go to
work. I was avoiding her but not because I had regrets. I decided
she would need space to absorb properly what had happened;
despite her comment she had hoped to have sex with me weeks
before it eventually happened. All day I pondered the previous
night�s events and why she had singled me out. And the comments
about her husband�s neglect of her made it clear she wanted more
sex from him than he was ready to go her; even when she was
pregnant, by her account. The day seemed to fly by when I wished
it would last forever so I could stall off going home. I felt
somewhat pensive at the prospect of having to go home and meet
Nadine again. I was sure that by now she would have had deep
regrets about what took place and it would awkward meeting again;
I needed some space to absorb what we had done together.

But she did not appear as I thought she might. I had already
resolved not to be the first to make the next contact; believing
she needed to be the one to do so. It was right that she come
back to me if and when she felt the need, rather than me come to
her as if I expected we had started a relationship; albeit
steeped in her infidelity to her husband. But she never came that
evening or subsequent evenings and the appearance of the SUV her
husband drove told me he was home from his business travels. I
did not see them over the weekend and in fact over the next few
days Nadine was strangely absent where I otherwise would have
expected to see her as usual. She did not come to the gym as she
had before, yet I knew she was about the apartment as the
Explorer SUV she always drove was often there. I eventually
accepted she was avoiding me. I felt disappointed yet not
surprised. Driven by sexual frustration, she obviously realized
she had made a big mistake with me and now she was trying to
avoid me. It was nearly two weeks after our liaison that I was
coming into the complex when I saw their larger SUV coming out.
Nadine was in the passenger seat and her husband was driving. I
assume Bradley was secured in his car seat in the back. As I
approached I saw she recognized me and quickly turned to her
husband as if talking to him. As I went past she was looking away
from me. I knew then she was definitely avoiding me. It came to a
head when Cynthia from the renting office asked if I might move
my car early one morning. A removal truck needed space to get in.
I went downstairs and moved my car to the far end of our
building. I was walking back to our entrance when I saw Nadine�s
husband getting into their Explorer. The other SUV was not out
front by the Explorer and as I walked into the building, I noted
it was already parked in front of the renting office. Obviously
he had been asked to move his cars also.

That evening when I returned from work, I met Cynthia and a man
standing in the hall outside of Nadine�s apartment. She called to
me.

�Mr. Simpson�is there anything needed doing in your
apartment...small repairs or touch-ups?� she called and the man
turned to look my way as well.

�Mr. Carlucci is doing some minor repairs�I wondered if there was
anything you needed looked at,� Cynthia added.

�No�no I can�t think of anything,� I answered glancing at the
man.

�Well it looks like just this empty one Mr. Carlucci,� I heard
Cynthia say to the man.

�Empty?� I called to Cynthia, overhearing her comment. �Have my
neighbors gone?� I asked somewhat surprised, realizing now it
must be true.

�Yes�yes it was their removal truck that needed the car park
spaces this morning,� she said breezily. �They�ve bought a
house�near Marlborough, Mass.�

I must have looked surprised and she took a few paces towards me.

�Did you not have a chance to say goodbye?� she said looking
puzzled at my reaction.

�Oh�no�no�I barely knew them�just to say �hello� as we passed on
the stairs,� I lied. �No big deal. I was just under the
impression they were here for some time yet. But they will be
better off in a house as their new baby grows,� I continued with
a smile.

�Well we don�t mind children here Mr. Simpson,� she laughed. �But
I know what you mean. Families always strive for their own space
and privacy so I expect they have made the right move to buy,�
she said lightly.

I bid her good day and went into my apartment. So that was it.
Nadine had gone. The last time I saw her I was stealing quietly
out of her marital bed after some of the hottest sex I had ever
had. And now she was gone; without as much as a goodbye. I felt
jilted. Not that I had expected a full blown affair with her. But
some token acknowledgment of what we had had would have been
nice. I never saw her again. I wondered often about her; the sad
new mother with the happy little baby boy and the surly,
ignorant, uncommunicative man she claimed as her husband. I
wonder if he ever suspected the middle aged geezer next door had
screwed his wife in his own bed � twice! Judging by her sexual
prowess and in the context of his apparent neglect, I suspect he
would probably not be her last sexual partner; even in the
unlikely event he was her first. Fortunately for me Nadine was
not to be my last sex partner�but that�s another story.


The End



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