Misunderstanding (MF, preg)

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By Chaz Thain


	I don't understand women.

	I know. Guys all say that, but I really mean it. Just wait until
you hear my story.

	I had a mother and a sister and I've had a girlfriend most of
the time since 9th grade. As far as I can tell, nothing you learn
about one woman teaches you anything about any other woman.

	Not only that, but figuring out how one woman thinks doesn't
mean she's going to continue thinking that way. Case in point: My
wife and I dated off and on for three years in college. All that
time she acted as if getting married had never entered her mind.
Two summers in a row, she left me completely and took jobs in
distant states. Sometimes I wasn't even sure she wanted to
continue dating.

	Then we were college seniors and dating again. Everything was
fine until Christmas day when I went by to see how she liked the
ski jacket I scrimped and saved to buy her. I thought her thanks
were lukewarm. No, she was downright cold. I was baffled. She was
certainly going to need the jacket when we went skiing in
January!

	I waited all night for Janet to tell me why she acting so cold.
Finally it came out. She was expecting an engagement ring for
Christmas!

	Say WHAT!

	That was the first time either of us had mentioned marriage. I
guess the thought had crossed my mind, but I figured there was
plenty of time to get serious after I graduated and got my first
job. All of a sudden, Janet had other ideas. All of a sudden she
wanted to know how I felt and if we "had a future together."

	I stewed over it for a couple of weeks, but it made more and
more sense to me. So I proposed and we got married in September
after I graduated and started working for a big company. Twelve
months later I was a father for the first time and the years just
flew by. Now Janet and I are in our early 40s and our two boys
are in college.

	After a few years of working on routine little parts of big
corporate projects, I started designing things at home to stave
off boredom. I came up with several impractical gadgets before I
thought up a process to streamline the manufacture of certain
drugs.

	By then my company had lost its biggest client in drug
manufacturing. They weren't interested in my process, so I quit
to develop the idea on my own. It was three long, lean years
before I refined, prototyped and sold my idea. After that, the
money came in a steadily increasing stream. We could have
traveled and played golf the rest of our lives.

	Instead I worked mornings at home, designing and consulting, and
spent the afternoons with Janet and the kids. I coached the kids'
teams, volunteered at their schools, led them in Scouts; the
works. It was a great life until our second boy left for college
and I began to find time dragging. The afternoons were especially
slow. I still did some volunteering at the neighborhood school,
but it's different when your own kids are gone.

	Janet made a number of puzzling sharp turns in our first years
together. She graduated with a teaching degree, then decided not
to teach. She worked at several jobs while I was getting my
manufacturing process off the ground. When the money started
rolling in, she stayed home until the boys were in high school.
Then she went back for her masters in education, but switched to
exercise physiology.

	Then Janet decided we should have another baby. We tried for a
long time the old-fashioned way, then tried several kinds of
medical intervention. Nothing worked. Finally, during our third
complete physical evaluation, the doctors discovered a problem
with Janet. Treatment failed and she had a hysterectomy. She was
sad about that for long time.

	Janet then started on a second master's, but quit after six
months. She threw herself into the boys' lives, with mixed
results. Finally she began volunteering at a battered women's
shelter. Therapy, she called it. Before long, Safehouse became
her life and her passion. She spent most of the daylight hours
there, doing everything from clerical work to tutoring and
leading exercise classes.

	There was a big change in Janet after we married. From seeming
very casual while we were dating, she was suddenly the stereotype
of a jealous woman. Janet wanted to know everything about the
women in my office. And I invited angry questions and a full day
of sulking if I thoughtlessly complimented one. If I was half an
hour late coming home from work, she accused me of being at a
motel with some "slut." She hovered at my elbow at parties, and
glared icicles at any woman who dared to get flirty.

	I like to look at women, but Janet never had anything to fear.
She was always willing and generous in bed, and she had the kind
of beauty and curvy body that make men slow down and watch as she
goes by. I've always loved digging my fingers into her curly
brunette mop while we make love. She's all I could wish for in a
wife, aside from her over-the-top jealousy.

	I chafed at the restrictions, but gradually learned to reassure
Janet and keep her jealousy in the background. She seemed to
mellow over the years, but could still begin simmering at an
innocent remark. Then one long summer my world went gradually,
but completely, upside down.

	It started some time before when the sweet, elderly Appletons
next door decided to sell their house and move to a smaller
place. The new owners are Curtis and Kathleen, a married couple
in their late 20s. As much as we miss our old neighbors, Curtis
and Kathleen are a lot more active and engaging. They immediately
began redecorating and upgrading the house and working on the
neglected yard.

	Interestingly, they are both engineers. Neither is in my field,
but we quickly found lots in common. They both worked for a big
national firm, but a year after they moved next door Kathleen
quit to do contract work from home.

	Curtis is a thin, mild-mannered guy with a soft handshake and
perfect manners. He's good-looking, pale and seems to lack
energy. He languidly tends their roses, while Kathleen strides
purposefully back and forth pushing the lawn mower. Curtis holds
the ladder while Kathleen cleans out the rain gutters.

	Kathleen is average in height, weight and build so she doesn't
turn many heads, but she is certainly pretty in a quiet way. Her
light blonde hair is straight, shoulder length and always clean.
Her breasts are small, but she carries herself upright with her
head up and shoulders back, so you can't help but notice their
firm roundness. Watching her jog by one day I was struck by her
straight back, muscular legs and beautifully rounded butt. I
figured Curtis was a lucky man.

	I also figured I would catch hell one day when Kathleen was
doing yard work in a bikini top and cutoffs and Janet noticed me
watching a little too closely. But for once she just smiled,
stuck out her tongue at me and left it at that.

	It surprised me how fast Janet and Kathleen became best friends,
but they were soon visiting back and forth several times a day.
They wore a path between our back doors. Curtis was usually out
of town on business Sunday night through Friday afternoon, so I
think Kathleen was lonely. One morning I stumbled downstairs at
six in my boxers to find them sitting at the kitchen table
drinking coffee and talking. They had a good laugh as I modestly
dashed back upstairs. After that there were many mornings when
Kathleen had breakfast with us.

	Then remodelers started working on her kitchen and before long
Kathleen was eating supper with us every night, too. Actually, it
was a lot of fun and the three-way conversations were lively. And
Kathleen's attendance inspired Janet to start coming home and
cooking again. She'd almost given up cooking unless the boys were
around.

	Often Kathleen would show up at the back door with a covered
dish while Janet was fixing supper and I was nursing a beer at
the breakfast bar. Kathleen is not the cook Janet is, but she
likes to experiment and she's had some notable successes.
Sometimes it's like a competition and I've found Kathleen and
Janet alternately feeding me tidbits and demanding to know whose
entree or dessert is the best. They refuse to let me be
diplomatic and insist on knowing whose dish I really prefer.

	Surprisingly, Janet seems genuinely pleased when one of
Kathleen's experiments pays off and I praise her cooking. And
Kathleen is always effusive in her admiration of Janet's kitchen
skills.

	My relationship with Kathleen was based mainly on engineering
and computers. I'm her computer help guy whenever she has a
document that won't print, or balky software. And she
occasionally comes to my upstairs office to talk through a
problem she's having with a tricky design or ask my advice on
handling a client. I have gotten involved in a couple of
Kathleen's projects to the extent of doing sketches for parts of
them. Truthfully, it was stimulating to learn about another
branch of engineering and the places where it intersected my
field.
	
	Also stimulating were the times I found myself leaning over
Kathleen, looking at the screen while she sat at her computer.
People who work at home can wear what they want, and Kathleen's
taste ran to bare feet, tennis shorts, loose blouses and delicate
little bras in white or pink. It was distracting to see the tops
of her small but full breasts partly visible down the front of
her blouse.

	Another time she crawled under her desk to check a power cord
and the sight of her firm, round butt and tanned thighs made me
gulp hard and look away. Nothing would be stupider, I told
myself, than getting the hots for my next-door neighbor, who also
happened to be my wife's best friend.

	Janet's relationship with Curtis was much more distant than her
friendship with Kathleen. In fact, she has made some cruelly
disparaging remarks about him. That puzzled me since Curtis is
such an inoffensive guy and Janet is not normally a harsh critic.
So I asked her about the source of her disdain.

	Well it seems Kathleen and Curtis had tried to get pregnant for
several years without success. So Kathleen went to a fertility
specialist who ran tests that showed her plumbing was fine. But
Curtis refused to submit to fertility testing or consider medical
intervention of any kind.

	Embarrassed by the intimate details, I mumbled something about
not even knowing Curtis and Kathleen wanted children. Janet
glared at me.

	"When a 20-something married woman moves into a four-bedroom
house and starts decorating a nursery before she even unpacks her
kitchen ... then *I* think she wants a baby!"

	Janet went on in that vein for quite awhile, and I realized
there was little she didn't know about our neighbors' personal
life ... right up to how rarely they had sex. According to Janet,
Curtis had little sex drive and Kathleen had to get very
aggressive when she wanted sex. For a long time Kathleen assumed
she hadn't gotten pregnant because she and Curtis had sex so
rarely.

	But after she was tested and found fertile, her doctor hinted
that the problem probably lay with Curtis. Since Curtis refused
to be tested, the doctor told Kathleen there was nothing he could
do.

	Though heartbroken, Kathleen apparently forgave Curtis for his
failings. Janet was not so kind. She treated him with coldness
bordering on  contempt. But Curtis seemed oblivious, and life
went on.

	Over time I began to feel strongly attracted to Kathleen. She
had a sharp, creative mind and it was a pleasure to watch her
tackle an engineering problem. It was even more of a pleasure
when I was able to help with a solution and receive her generous
thanks.

	It didn't help that her clothing became more and more revealing
as the warm summer months began. Her shorts were often tight
enough to outline her plump mons, while  she stopped wearing bras
altogether. I began to find myself fighting for self-control as I
tried to focus on the computer screen instead of her dark pink
nipples poking against the thin fabric of her shirt.

	Finally I decided I would no longer go to Kathleen's house for
consultations. The temptation was too great. If she wanted help
she would have to come to my office. I thought surely she would
wear less revealing clothing to my house, because Janet was in
and out all day. But I was wrong. Kathleen continued to wear
tight shorts and filmy blouses without a bra. And I continued to
battle my arousal.

	The final test of my restraint came one hot afternoon .

	Janet was volunteering at Safehouse and I was working in my
upstairs office when I heard the back door slam. Kathleen shouted
"Anybody home?" and I answered 'Up here.' I gulped in dismay when
she stepped smiling into the room.

	Kathleen had clearly been working out and her white t-shirt and
shorts were soaked in sweat. The damp cotton clung to her chest,
clearly outlining her half-erect nipples and the sweet curve of
her breasts. Her gym shorts must have shrunk because I could
clearly see the 'V' between her legs and the bulge made by her
pubic hair. I reminded myself to breathe. Small tendrils of hair
were stuck  to her temples by sweat.

	"You said you would show me that new CAD software," she said,
smiling.

	"Uh, of course," I croaked, trying not to stare. "I've got it
running now."

	I tore my eyes off Kathleen and concentrated on my computer. She
stood behind me as I explained the features of my new software.
As I talked I could hear her soft breathing near my ear and smell
her scent. She must have showered just before she ran because I
smelled a heady mixture of clean sweat and scented soap. She
leaned over to look at the screen and something soft touched my
shoulder. Her breast? I was afraid to look.

	I was babbling about document layers when suddenly I noticed she
was no longer behind me. I looked around and the room was empty.
I stood up and went into the hallway.

	"Kathleen?"

	I heard nothing. She was not on the stairs or in the hall. Where
had she gone? The door of our guest bedroom stood open a few
steps away. Had it been open when I came upstairs? I walked over
to the door.

	Kathleen was standing motionless in the middle of the guest
room, her back to me.

	"Kathleen?"

	She gave no sign of hearing me, but kicked off her sandals and
smoothly pulled her t-shirt up and off. She dropped it on the
floor. Staring at her straight, bare back, my mouth was suddenly
dry. Next she bent forward and pushed her shorts down her legs
until they were a little puddle of cloth around her feet. Her
tiny, white panties followed. She stepped out of them and walked
to the bed, her firm buttocks moving in a sensuous rhythm.
Sunlight from the window briefly highlighted the fine golden
hairs on her arm.

	Kathleen climbed onto the bed on all fours and lowered her
forearms to the comforter. Her beautifully rounded butt was
elevated and pointed straight at me,  and the puffy lips of her
slit peeked from between her thighs. My heart was pounding in my
chest as she turned to look at me over her shoulder.

	"Now, David," was all she said.

	I don't remember discarding my shorts or crossing the room. But
suddenly I was kneeling on the bed behind her, one hand caressing
the smoothness of her butt while the other held my throbbing
erection. I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her pussy
lips. Once they parted, my dick found her wet inside, soaking.
One thrust put me halfway inside her, another and I was buried.
She moaned softly and pushed her butt back against me, seating my
dick even more firmly.

	Then I lost it. I was pulling out and plunging into her in a
frenzy of lust and delight. The room was filled with a wet SMACK,
SMACK, SMACK as my loins slapped her firm buttocks in a rapid
rhythm. She stretched out her arms and grabbed the comforter to
keep from being driven off the other side of the bed. She was
silent except for an occasional involuntary 'oof' when I went
especially deep ... braced motionless to withstand the onslaught.
The delightful, musky tang of her pussy hung in the air.

	I didn't last long. Suddenly my head snapped back and I uttered
a drawn-out howl of relief and satisfaction. My hands gripped her
hips with bruising strength as I poured my sperm into Kathleen,
jet after burning jet.

	"Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaggghhhh!"

	Finally I knelt there behind her ... drained, my legs shaking,
near to collapse. I started to pull out, but she reached
underneath us and stopped me by taking gentle hold of my balls.
So I waited, enjoying the sensuous clasp of her pussy around my
dick, and the way her straight blonde hair parted to reveal her
slender neck.

	Some time afterward my penis shrank and pulled out on its own
and I fell forward, resting my cheek against her smooth, warm
back ... my arms clasped around her. She put one of her hands
over mine. We stayed that way for awhile before she pulled away
and got off the bed. I looked up to see her smiling at me gently.
I opened my mouth to speak, but she silenced me with a finger to
my lips.

	"Not now," was all she said, then she quickly put on her sweaty
clothes and left with a bright smile and a wave of her hand.

	"Wow!" I thought, "that was wonderful!" Then, "Oh no! I've just
been unfaithful to my wife. And with her best friend. I am SUCH
an asshole!"

	My feelings of pleasure and tenderness for Kathleen battled my
feelings of self-disgust as I straightened up the guest bed and
showered. An hour later, I got very nervous when I heard Janet's
car pull into the drive. Luckily, she went straight over to
Kathleen's, but I was sure she would know what happened as soon
as she read the guilt in my face.

	I needn't have worried. When Janet finally came home she was in
a wonderful mood. She chatted, laughed and fussed over me while
making a light supper. At one point she slid her arms around me
and gave me a deep kiss. "Later gator," she whispered, a sure
sign she wanted to make love that night.

	  Feeling panicky, I wondered if I could satisfy Janet so soon
after Kathleen drained me. Again, I needn't have worried.
Normally Janet likes a lot of foreplay. But that night she was
wet before we even went upstairs. I know because she shocked me
by taking my hand after supper and pressing it against her humid
crotch. We left the dishes in the sink.

	Janet was the aggressor that night, getting me hard with her
fingers and mouth then straddling and fucking me with an
intensity that was rare for her. She alternated between pulling
up then impaling herself on my dick, and rocking quickly back and
forth with me deep inside. Her need was palpable. And audible!

	Usually Janet said little during sex, but that night the words
flowed non-stop.

	"FUCK ME! Make me feel that big dick! Do it hard! HARDER! Make
me come! Fill me up!" I began to wonder if the neighbors could
hear, then felt guilty because I had just fucked one of those
neighbors. She goaded me into mauling her full breasts, then
cruelly twisting her nipples when she came. I came myself a few
seconds later, hoping Janet wouldn't notice how little sperm I
produced. We fell asleep kissing in a warm, sweaty tangle of arms
and legs.

	Janet was gone late the next morning and I was absorbed in my
current project when I heard the back door open and close. Light
footsteps came up the stairs and Kathleen was standing in the
door to my office, beckoning me to follow. She led me to the
guest bedroom again where her clothes were soon flying.

	Our second fuck was much like the first, although I took a lot
longer to come. I had time to enjoy the beautiful way Kathleen's
full hips tapered into her narrow waist. And the way she wiggled
her ass to encourage me whenever I started to slow my thrusts. I
tried to pay some attention to her breasts, but she soon moved my
hands back to her hips. Again I had a powerful orgasm and again
her light caress on my balls kept me from pulling out until my
dick was too soft to stay inside her.

	She dressed and fled without saying a word, leaving me with a
brilliant smile and a brief kiss.

	I laid there on the guest bed, exhausted, and even dozed for
awhile. I was panicked out of my sleep by the sound of Janet's
Lexus stopping in our driveway. Luckily she went straight over to
Kathleen's house and didn't come home to fix supper for an hour.
But this time Kathleen came with her!

	Kathleen was completely discrete. There was no footsie under the
table or "accidental" brushing against me. Not so much as a
meaningful smile. She gave no sign I had filled her pussy just a
couple of hours before.

	I'm afraid I didn't contribute much to the dinner conversation
that night. I was preoccupied wondering why Kathleen suddenly
(wonderfully) wanted me, and how badly Janet would rip me apart
when she found out. I should mention that Janet was once again
the aggressor that night, though not as relentless as the night
before. Her orgasm was thunderous, while mine was a pale
imitation of my normal performance.

	Kathleen must have watched Janet's movements carefully because
for the following two days she arrived at my office door within
minutes after my wife's car pulled out of the drive. Oddly, she
refused to let me kiss and caress her very much, or fuck her in
any other position but doggie style. I also love licking Janet's
pussy, seeing how long I can tease her before making her come.
But Kathleen wouldn't allow that, either. There was no foreplay
and very little afterplay and she left as soon as she  could.

	My sexual experience is limited. I had only slept with a couple
of girls before Janet and I got married, and none of those
relationships lasted very long. So -- as far as I knew -- there
was nothing very unusual about Kathleen's behavior in our
stimulating, but puzzling affair.

	Unfortunately, it was a short affair. Curtis arrived home for
the weekend on the evening after our fourth encounter so nothing
happened that Saturday and Sunday. Although I fully expected
Kathleen to appear in my office after Janet left the following
Monday, she was nowhere to be seen. Nor did she appear the next
day or any day after that, to my regret.

	Our lives fell back into their normal patterns. Janet and
Kathleen were, if anything, closer than ever, so I saw Kathleen a
lot. Twice I tried to talk with her about what had happened
between us, but she hushed me and changed the subject.

	That, I thought, was the end of that.

	It was a couple of months later when I came home one evening to
find Janet, Kathleen and Curtis sitting together in our kitchen,
all smiles.

	"Kathy and Curtis have great news, darling," Janet said, so I
waited expectantly to congratulate them on something mundane like
a promotion or new car.

	"We're going to have a baby!" Kathleen exclaimed.

	I'm afraid I stood there with a stunned expression for a little
too long before my wife poked a finger in my ribs.

	"Don't look so shocked, honey. Lots of couples have babies these
days!"

	I recovered enough composure to congratulate Kathleen and Curtis
and contribute some remarks to the celebration. Kathleen was
truly glowing with joy, and bubbling over with plans, while
Curtis displayed real pleasure in a quieter way. The two women
eagerly talked about pregnancy and childbirth until Curtis began
to get green around the gills. So the discussion was changed to
cribs and diapers and the merits of breastfeeding.

	I found it hard to work the next day ... distracted by thoughts
of Kathleen's pregnancy. Naturally it occurred to me that I might
be the father and just as naturally I discounted the possibility.
Curtis must have finally found a spurt of creativity ... so to
speak.

	But then it occurred to me to look up a website that lets you
calculate due dates online. Janet had already circled Kathleen's
due date in red on our kitchen calendar. I plugged in the four
dates of our passionate encounters in the guest bedroom. It
turned out that any of them could match Kathleen's due date.

	And the following Saturday and Sunday -- when Curtis was home --
could also have produced her due date. Inconclusive. Should I ask
Kathleen? Would I get an answer? Cowardice won the day and I
never asked.

	I am not exaggerating when I say that Janet was there for every
step of Kathleen's pregnancy. She accompanied Kathleen to her
doctor's appointments, shopping for baby needs and taking
childbirth classes. Janet, not Curtis, was there for Kathleen's
ultrasounds and her prenatal exercise sessions. They became
closer than ever ... closer than any sisters I'd known.

	Pregnancy agreed with Kathleen. Aside from a bit of morning
sickness in the early days, she glowed with good health and high
spirits. And Janet matched her mood. They talked, laughed and
planned together non-stop. Kathleen began eating every meal at
our house, while Janet outdid herself cooking special treats for
the expectant mother.

	Janet continued to want sex more than before, although she was
not as insatiable as she had been the week of my fling with
Kathleen. So I was pretty happy despite the slowly fading guilt
over our brief affair.

	As Kathleen's due date neared, Janet began sleeping in
Kathleen's guest bedroom when Curtis was out of town. He was in
Baltimore when Kathleen went into labor two weeks early, so Janet
and I took her to the hospital. Janet was in the delivery room
coaching when little Amber was born, and I was nearby pacing the
halls.

	Once Amber came home, Janet and Kathleen became a baby-raising
team. The poor kid had one of them doting on her every waking
second. I think Janet did everything except breast feed the
little girl. "Why not," I figured. "Janet has the little girl she
always wanted, and Kathleen gets all the help a new mother could
want."

	  By the time Amber was three months old, our lives had settled
into a new and comfortable routine centering on one much-beloved
baby. That's why I was surprised one afternoon when I was working
at my office computer and heard footsteps on the back stairs. I
swiveled around to find Kathleen standing in the door.

	"Do you know what I've been dreaming about for the past year?"
she asked, grinning wickedly.

	"The baby?" I ventured.

	"SEX!" she replied emphatically. "Being pregnant made me so
horny I thought I would die!"

	Walking slowly towards me, she unbuttoned her blouse and spread
it open. I had time to notice she was braless, and that her
breasts were larger than I remembered, before she pressed a
protuding nipple to my lips. Reflexively I began to suck,
rewarded by a delightful sip of warm milk on my tongue.

	Kathleen's hands in my hair held me to her breast and she sighed
deeply.

	"I want to fuck and fuck and FUCK!" she said firmly. "Long and
hard and sweaty. Missionary, doggie style, sitting, standing,
hanging from the chandelier. I want it ALL! I want you in my
pussy and my mouth and ... and everywhere if you promise to be
gentle!"

	Panicked, I stood and held her at arm's length.

	"We can't, Kathy, we just can't! Janet is bound to find out.
She's next door right now!"

	"I know," said Kathleen, smiling gently. "She promised to watch
Amber until we're done."

	I was struck speechless, staring down into her laughing eyes.

	"Surely you don't think I would have a baby by my best friend's
husband without her permission?" she chided.

	A wave of heat flashed through my body, and I stood there
stunned. Until that moment I had been sure Janet didn't know
about my affair with Kathleen. Now I was certain she DID know!
And not only did she know, but my formerly jealous wife
apparently approved!

	"I know it was unfair," Kathleen said, "but Janet and I agreed
it would be better if I seduced you. She was afraid you would go
all noble and refuse if I just asked you to give me a baby.

	"Even so," she chattered, unzipping her shorts and dropping them
to the floor. "I thought you were never going to touch me! I was
sure you would give in when I stopped wearing a bra, but you
never laid a finger on me! Janet was very touched by your will
power," and then she unfastened my shorts and pushed them and my
boxers down my legs.

	"It drove Janet wild, knowing I was full of your sperm,"
Kathleen said, cupping my balls with one hand while the other
stroked my stiff dick. "I'm afraid we wore you out that week.

	"And me, I was surprised I started to need sex so desperately
after only four good fucks," she said, her finger gathering a
drop of seminal fluid from the opening of my dick. She licked her
finger, and I noticed my heart pounding.

	"So now," Kathleen said, pulling me down on the carpet, "I've
become a slut and you have to help me live out all the nasty
fantasies I've had since you got me pregnant."

	Half an hour later I was lying back with Kathleen on top of me,
her sweaty breasts flattened between us, the deep moans of her
orgasm still echoing in the room. My dick was buried deep inside
her, bathed in a soup of her flowing juices and my come. I was
thinking I would have to start working out if I was going to
satisfy both Janet and Kathleen.

	"Poor boy," she whispered contentedly, snuggling close. "I
promise I'll leave you alone after just two more babies."

	I REALLY don't understand women!

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