Emily’s Story

Chapter 1

Emily rolled her eyes discreetly as several women behind her giggled when Ulysses entered the room. She was one of 20 women, in varying degrees of pregnancy, enrolled in a yoga class. It was a special yoga class designed for pregnant women. Emily’s older sister, Christine, suggested she try it out. The exercises and poses were easy on the joints and easy to do. After several weeks, Emily noticed a significant improvement with her mobility and strength. This helped out tremendously as her pregnant belly got bigger and bigger.

She was five months pregnant and this time around, she had fewer problems walking, standing, bathing, or taking care of her four other children – all under the age of 12. Emily married her high school sweetheart at age 22 upon discovering she was pregnant. Ten years later she found herself a 32 year old house wife with her fifth and sixth child on the way. It was her first time carrying twins.

Emily blushed when Ulysses made eye contact with her. Though she suspected it was an accident. He always smiled and glanced around the room when he arrived. She looked down to her large belly, placing her hands on its side. She told herself she was happy. She thought about Randy, her husband, and how lucky she was to be a mother of four – soon to be six. Sitting on her designated mat, she sighed, telling herself again she was happy.

The women behind her giggled again, continuing to whisper amongst themselves. They always made a point to talk to Ulysses, the assistant instructor, after class. He was always polite to them, letting them flirt and ramble on about anything they could come up with as an excuse to chat with him. Ulysses always flashed Emily a nod and soft smile as she left, making eye contact, ignoring the chattering pregnant women for a split second.

Waiting for the instructor, Devin, to arrive, Emily pushed thoughts of Ulysses out of her head. Several times lately she caught herself daydreaming about him. He was black, had a long ponytail of braids, and was all muscle. Emily overheard some of the ladies in the class talk about how they heard he was a fitness model that he did this yoga class on the side. She didn’t know if that was true, but the perfectly toned body he possessed certainly looked like that of a fitness model. She couldn’t help but get flushed when he was near her, helping some of the other women with poses that Devin called out. There was one time he helped her. His touch was so soft and gentle. She could feel warmth radiating from his large black hand on her back. Emily thought about faking difficulty with certain poses in order to gain his assistance, but she quickly squashed that thought. She reminded herself how happy she was with her husband Randy.

Devin arrived a few minutes after Ulysses. She was his height, 5’10”, she had beautiful blonde hair, and Emily guessed was probably in her late 30s. She had a body that also suggested she has never had children, but Emily had no way of knowing. Devin was sweet, but was all business and very professional. As a result, she didn’t seem all that approachable, unlike Ulysses. He was basically trapped for 30 minutes after the class was over, chatting with different students. Emily never talked to him though. Reminding herself that she was a happily married woman, she only nodded and smiled as she left class immediately as it ended.

Today in yoga turned out to be a special day. Emily legitimately needed assistance with a certain pose Devin instructed the class on. Ulysses was right there as soon as she raised her hand. The pose was a bridge pose, where the ladies would lie on the mat, then propel their bodies upward, holding themselves up by their hands and feet only. It worked the back, glutes, legs and arms. She had trouble with rotating her wrist. He whispered quiet instructions and encouragement while placing his warm hand on the back of her arm. He smiled softly and Emily attempted to not blush.

When the class ended, the usual crowd of women flocked to Ulysses for their usual flirts. Today was special for another reason. Ulysses politely excused himself from the group and made his way to Emily.

“Hi, you ok?” He asked.

“Oh, um, yes. My forearm was giving a little trouble, but I’m fine,” Emily answered, pushing her long brown hair behind an ear.

“Good. Takes some practice at first, but you’ve been doing so well in here, that you should have it by next class session,” Ulysses complimented.

“Thank you,” Emily blushed again, glancing to the group of ladies, watching them leave.

“Is this your first?” Ulysses asked, glancing down to her belly.

“Oh, no, I’m pregnant with twins. I already have four children,” Emily answered, shyly looking down.

“Wow, that’s incredible! Emily, right?” Ulysses asked.

“Yes and thank you,” she replied.

There was an awkward silence for a moment then Ulysses spoke up, “Well I think that’s fantastic. As you have probably guessed, I’m unable to get pregnant, so I think women are incredibly strong to go through pregnancy once. This is your fifth time!”

Emily laughed, “Thanks. Yeah I could tell right away you didn’t appear to be female,” they both chuckled at her sub-par attempt at humor.

At that moment Devin came over. The tall gorgeous blonde smiled at Emily and Ulysses. They chatted about yoga’s benefits for both pregnant and non-pregnant people – she was always professional. Again, since this was a very special day and Devin did something out of the ordinary.

“Ulysses, why don’t you give her your number, in case she has any questions or needs to get in touch with me but can’t,” Devin suggested, catching both Emily and Ulysses off guard.

Turning to smile at Emily, Ulysses said, “Oh, uh, sure. I know you have Devin’s right? So yeah, just take mine to and call me if you can’t get her or whatever,” He handed Emily his card.

Ulysses escorted Emily to her car. They waved goodbye to Devin when she walked toward hers. They were mostly quiet, only asking each other a few basic questions such as: how far do each other live from the gym, how long had he been involved in yoga, and basic biographical information. Emily surmised he was in his late 20s and that he lived not far from the gym in a new apartment complex.

“Ok, well it was great talking to you. I have to get going and I’ll see you at the next class. Call me if you need anything!” Ulysses said, heading toward his car. Emily smiled again, averting her eyes from his large muscular buttocks, getting into her car and thinking about Randy. She wondered how his day was on the construction site and reminded herself how happy she was.

Chapter 2

The rest of the week was another loud, headache inducing, annoyance for Emily. The kids took forever to settle down, her husband had to work late a few times leaving her alone to deal with dinner, and she got hardly any sleep – a pretty standard week for her.

She thought about Ulysses a few times, but quickly occupied herself with something else. Her three year old knocked over a carton of milk her six year forgot to put back in the refrigerator. This shook her out of any daydreaming she may have been doing.

During the next class Emily didn’t need any assistance. A few of the other women did. Emily didn’t question the legitimacy of their needs, instead quietly watching Ulysses with them. He was so gentle with the way he talked to and touched them. She couldn’t help but look on admiringly. She wondered if Randy would ever touch her like that.

After class, Ulysses excused himself again from the same group of women. “You didn’t need help today. See? Told you that you’d get the hang of the new poses quickly.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Emily blushed.

They shared smiles for a moment; it was obvious the other was trying to think of something to say. Luckily Devin saved the day when she ushered them out to lock up and turn off the lights. Devin asked Emily about her diet as they walked. She was almost like a doctor in her approach. Emily informed her she didn’t get a lot of time to eat due to having to pick up kids from daycare and care for them the second half of the day. Breakfast and a light lunch was all she had time for it seemed.

“Ulysses, didn’t you say a new place opened up near you? Some sort of vegan place right?” Devin asked.

“Oh yeah. I haven’t been there yet.”

“You should take Emily for lunch. Pregnant women need to make sure they are getting enough calories. Eating for two you know,” Devin smiled at Emily.

“Sure, yeah, that’d be cool. Emily, would you want to go there? I’m not a vegan, but I read they serve a lot of ‘super foods’.”

“Yeah I can do that. I don’t have to pick up any kids until 2pm.” She blurted out without hesitation.

“Great, want to ride with me?” Ulysses asked.

“Sure,” she said, a little too enthusiastically.

The conversation was surprisingly not awkward in the least. Emily told him about Randy. They were high school sweethearts that eventually married when she was 22. She explained that he’s a construction worker and she’s a stay-at-home mom. This has been their life for 10 years now.

Emily asked Ulysses about his life over her salad. “So do you teach other classes?”

“Oh no, I just do this part time,” Ulysses explained.

“Oh. So what else do you do?”

“Um, well, I’d rather not say,” Ulysses smiled, indicating he was joking.

“Why not?” Emily smiled back.

Ulysses feigned frustration and sighed, “I don’t like telling people I’m a fitness model, or a model, period. It sounds so obnoxious!”

Emily laughed, “Well think of another way of putting it then.” The rumor of his other profession was true.

“I could say that I stand around and let people take photos of me. That sounds a little less arrogant, right?” Ulysses asked.

“Yes! That’s perfect!” Emily beamed.

“I started at 18, after high school, and have been traveling to Miami, LA, and a couple other places for various jobs. I work for an agency that manages that sort of thing. They send the models to various jobs for advertisements, magazines, and so on.”

“It sounds exciting.”

“It can be. I like to travel, so that’s always nice. But that’s my life in a nutshell,” Ulysses smiled across to Emily.

“I better get going,” Emily frowned, noticing the time. “Have to round up the kids.”

“I gotcha, well let’s head out.” He said, discreetly paying the check. Emily smiled to herself noticing his generous nature.

Emily blushed again when Ulysses gave her a brief hug upon dropping her off at her car. “Thanks for lunch,” she said, feeling her belly press up against his toned body.

“Thank you for the company, maybe we can again sometime,” Ulysses suggested.

“I’d love that. See you at next class,” Emily smiled and waved, getting into her car.

That night she had trouble getting to sleep again. She knew one of the kids would wake up to use the bathroom or try to get in the bed with her and Randy. He was sound asleep, snoring softly next to her. Emily lay there in the dark, wide awake and uncomfortable, with Ulysses kindness and after lunch hug running through her head.

Chapter 3

The January cold lessened its hostile assault by the time February arrived. However, there was one ice storm later in the month that prevented Emily from going to yoga. She had a reason to call Ulysses.

“Hi! It’s Emily.” She said to Ulysses after he picked up on the first ring.

“Hey Emily, hope you are staying warm,” He replied.

“Yeah I’m trying to, but that’s why I called. I don’t think I should be out in this ice.”

“Definitely not, I’d hate if something happened to you. I don’t think the gym is even open anyway.”

“Oh ok, great. Well I mean, not great, because I miss out on yoga, but you know what I mean.”

Ulysses chuckled, “Yes, it’s all good. Hey next time I’ll take you out to lunch again after class, how’s that?”

“Aww, that’d be wonderful. That’s really sweet of you,” Emily said.

“It’s no problem!”

“Ok great, I’ll look forward to it,” Emily was starting to get distracted by her oldest child wrestling with the next one down. “Ugh, I better go, looks these iced in natives are getting restless.”

“I understand,” Ulysses chuckled, “I’ll see you at next class.”

Emily couldn’t help but smile for the next several hours after their phone call ended. Her husband opted to go into work today, so it was another evening she was alone with the kids. Two fights had to be separated, three bouts of hysterical breakdowns over missing or taken toys, and the three year old shat all over themselves. Randy called at 8pm saying he was still stuck in traffic. Emily hung up the phone, barely evening saying goodbye. Another hour and a half, the house was finally quiet, and she was still alone.

Sitting up in her bed, propped up against pillows, Emily grabbed the moisturizing lotion from her bedside table. It was a nice vanilla scent. Pulling up her shirt to just below her breasts, she squirted some into her hands and began to rub all over her belly. Sitting there in a low lit room, her hands traveling all over the beach ball belly, she thought of Ulysses. She wondered what he was doing to keep warm. His relationship status hadn’t come up yet and she assumed he wasn’t seeing anyone since he never brought it up.

It was purely coincidental that her hand traveled far south enough to accidently slide into her sweatpants and caress her pubic bush when the image of Ulysses on top of a woman popped into her head. She tried to shake the image, but couldn’t. With one hand on her belly, the other slid into her sweat pants again, going even further south. The woman’s legs wrapped around him, causing his toned glutes to flex and further impale his cock into her.

Minutes of teasing herself passed. Before she knew it the woman looked exactly like her. She wasn’t pregnant, her stomach was toned and flat and her breasts were a couple cup sizes larger than they were in real life. Emily moaned and before she realized it she was sitting there in bed, furiously rubbing her clit to images of Ulysses and her having sex.

“Yessss,” she hissed, alone in her room. She felt her pussy contract and the babies kick. She placed her hand on spot the kick occurred.

“You two are awake now?” She asked the twins in an out-of-breath whisper. It was the first orgasm she’d had in about a year.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” She apologized to the unborn babies as she caught her breath. Thoughts of Ulysses faded and were replaced with Randy. She put the moisturizing lotion back on the table. Turning to her side, she thought about Randy huffing and puffing and cumming inside her within minutes, knocking her up. She felt she’d been pregnant for a decade. Pushing thoughts of sadness and frustration of her head she told herself she was happy.

Chapter 4

Emily and Ulysses had lunch together after the next several class sessions. When Emily was hanging out with Ulysses she forgot about the late bills, the small, messy house, the constant crying or whining from her children, the lack of quality sleep and the lack of a quality sex life with Randy.

Each lunch ended with a hug that seemed a tad longer than the previous one. He rested his hand on the small of her back and continued chatting for a moment at the end of their last lunch date. Emily asked herself if it was a lunch “date,” or just two friends eating lunch together. He did pay for all lunches; much against Emily’s begging to pay for at least one lunch.

She masturbated a few more times to his image, but it wasn’t as good as her first session. She would hide in the bathroom and rub herself on the toilet or perhaps in the shower. They were enjoyable, yes, but not as good as being alone in her bed, rubbing herself to orgasm. She usually went to bed with guilt and told herself it would be the last time she did that. It never was.

Valentine’s Day was approaching and Emily thought up another reason to call Ulysses. She would wish him a friendly happy Valentine’s Day. She didn’t know what would come of it, but didn’t care. She reasoned it was a friendly thing to do.

Emily picked up her cell phone after the older kids were watching a movie and the youngest was taking a nap – finally. She wouldn’t see Ulysses for another two days until yoga class and didn’t know if he’d answer. She thought for a second he might be on a real date with a lucky lady that night. She smiled, thinking she wouldn’t mind going to dinner with him for Valentine’s Day, then dialed his number.

The hot steam from the shower rose, enveloping Ulysses and Devin. They were kissing, their tongues whirling around each other’s, groping and grabbing at each other’s flesh.

“I’m sorry you’re having a bit of a dry spell,” Devin said to Ulysses when he reached down to bring one of her breasts to his mouth.

“It’s ok, you’re taking care of me,” He said, releasing a nipple. He grabbed her butt as she slowly stroked his cock. He bent at that knees slightly and Devin guided him in. Ulysses kissed at her neck, while driving his cock deep inside her. Her eyes closed, she moaned, as the steam rose.

Emily didn’t leave a voicemail. She didn’t have time to if she wanted to. One of the kids was throwing something and she needed to go the living room before a window was broken. She sighed, dreading the thought of have to sit through one of their kiddie movies yet again.

“Looks like Emily called me,” Ulysses said, inspecting his phone later that day, standing nude next to his bed. Devin came up behind him, running her fingers over his six pack abs.

“Call her back,” She kissed his shoulder.

“Yeah, I will,” He said, dialing her number, sitting on the edge of his bed. Devin went to her knees, grabbing his cock at the base, licking and kissing along its length.

“Hi Emily! Sorry I missed your call. What’s up?” Ulysses said.

“Hey! It’s ok, hold on a sec,” Emily got up and headed to bathroom where it was a little quieter. “There. Anyway just wanted to wish you a happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Aww, that’s sweet of you. Happy Valentine’s Day to you too.”

“Ask her out to dinner,” Devin suggested, momentarily taking Ulysses’ cock out of her mouth. He shot her a look, shaking his head, mouthing, “she’s married.”

“You got any special plans?” He asked.

“Oh, no, not really. You?” Emily asked awkwardly in return.

Devin shrugged and whispered, “So?” She kissed the tip of his cock and resumed sucking and slurping on that black dick.

There was a brief pause, “Well, uh, I was thinking we could get something to eat. Doesn’t have to be on Valentine’s Day, maybe this weekend. Saturday night?”

“Yes! I mean, sure, yeah that’d be cool.” Emily blurted out, chastising herself for her over enthusiasm.

“Ok great, want me to pick you up, or we can meet there?”

Emily thought for a moment, the lies formulating in her head. “I can meet you at the gym parking lot, is that ok?”

“Sure, it’s not a problem,” Ulysses said, wincing from the cocksucking pleasure he was receiving. “Is 6pm ok?”

“Yes that’s great, I’ll meet you there.” They ended their phone call. Ulysses stood, followed by Devin; she turned around, offering herself to him. He pushed her on all fours on the bed and mounted her.

Emily hung up and frowned when she heard a child yell at another. Rolling her eyes she fought back anger and resisted the urge of screaming like a crazy-person.

That night, while her husband snored softly, Emily sat in the bathtub slowly rubbing her clit while pinching a nipple; thinking of Ulysses.

Chapter 5

“I’m going to have dinner with a friend from yoga,” was the half-truth Emily told her husband. He sighed, shaking his head, knowing he’d have to deal with the children for awhile by himself. Emily felt zero sympathy for him.

Ulysses was already at the gym’s parking lot waiting for her. They greeted each other with a hug and then got into his car. The restaurant wasn’t anything fancy. It wasn’t a romantic date spot, with lit candles, and string quartet playing in the corner. It was a chain restaurant but that didn’t matter. Emily and Ulysses laughed and chatted their way through dinner, with her forgetting about her problems. He told her of funny stories of his high school sports follies. She told him about her five other sisters. The one that suggested yoga is currently in Iraq, but should be home soon. That led to questions she hadn’t asked before.

“So how long have you known Devin? She seems nice. Are you and her, uh, dating?” Emily asked.

“Oh, no, no we’re not dating. I’ve known her for, gosh, almost 20 years. She’s my step-mom.” Ulysses explained.

Emily looked slightly confused; Devin was white and maybe 10 years older than Ulysses. He chuckled a bit and continued, “She married my dad when I was about 12. He went for a younger woman, so…” He trailed off.

“Ah, I see, sorry. It didn’t occur to me,” She explained.

“No, no it’s fine. And to be honest, she’s technically not my stepmom anymore. My dad and her split up a few years ago. It was messy, but her and I having always been very close; so I still call her that. She asked me to help her with the yoga class. I’ve never been able to say no to her since she’s helped me in so many ways: with high school, college, helping me with my modeling career and so on.”

For a moment Emily thought about Devin possibly trying to set her stepson up with someone, hence her initial suggestions for the phone number and lunch. She felt a sense of relief that Ulysses wasn’t seeing someone. She admonished herself on the way back to the parking lot in car for feeling that way. She was a happily married woman after all.

Shortly after Ulysses parked his car, Emily gasped, “There it is again. They have been kicking all evening.”

Ulysses smiled, turning to glance at her belly. Emily surprised him when she reached for his hand and placed it on the area where the baby kicked. “Here. Feel here.”

“Oh wow, she did it again! That is so cool; I’ve never felt that before.” Ulysses said. Emily didn’t realize her hand was resting on Ulysses’ as she watched him look to her belly with a look of wonder on his face. She stared at his full lips, imagining kissing them while she straddled him. She tried to slow her racing heart there in the empty parking lot, but she couldn’t.
Ulysses smiled widely, feeling the baby kick against his hand. His eyes met Emily’s, she attempted a smile in return, and then slowly pushed her coat aside and pulled her shirt up, just over her belly and underneath her breasts. She grabbed Ulysses’ hand, placing it gently back on her bare stomach. They continued to gaze into each other’s eyes as Ulysses felt gentle baby kicks against his palm.

Suddenly Emily, unable to resist or control herself any longer, lunged at Ulysses, grabbing his face, planting a kiss on his mouth. He grabbed her by the shoulder, pushing her back gently. “Emily! What are you doing?”

She was struggling, trying to kiss him, but Ulysses held her back as best he could. “Emily you’re married.”

“Please!” She pleaded, the frustrations, the annoyances of being a seemingly constantly pregnant house wife with no formal education, with a husband who barely paid any attention to her other than knocking her up came rushing out. She wanted cock, she wanted Ulysses’ cock, and she wanted that magnificent black cock inside her now.

She managed to land another sloppy kiss on him, but Ulysses pushed her back. He was very strong. “Emily, what are you doing?”

She started crying, feeling the shame set in. She couldn’t hold back the tears. Ulysses sat in the driver’s seat watching her. “Emily, please don’t cry. It’ll be ok.” That did little to calm her. The tears kept flowing, she was so embarrassed. She quickly got out of his car. Ulysses chased after her, grabbing her again, holding her close to his body, running his hands through her long dark hair.

“Where could we go?” He asked, kissing her head.

She looked up at him, wiping her eyes, her lips trembling, “I don’t know.”

Ulysses caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. “Emily.”

She felt tears welling up again, looking down, resting her forehead on his chest. He tipped her chin up to meet his eyes. “You’re beautiful,” He said, planting a soft kiss on her cheek.

“So are you,” She replied with a shaky voice.

“Are you able to come back to my apartment for a little while?” Ulysses asked. Emily sniffed, nodding her head “yes.”

“Ok. Back in my car. You can ride with me.”

Chapter 6

Emily stood before Ulysses as he sat on the edge of his bed. Pulling her shirt up to expose her pregnant belly, he ran his hands all over it, admiring its full roundness. The first kiss he gave it caused shivers to crawl up Emily’s spine. He kissed it again, she closed her eyes, he kissed it once more, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

Ulysses was kissing it gingerly, both hands holding the sides. He licked her nearly protruding navel. As he was kissing and licking her belly, he was helping her slide out of her pants and step out of them. She was able to remove her shirt and bra by her herself. Running his hands over her medium sized breasts, Emily blushed again. She had always been petite. Her breasts never swelled to massive, milk-filled jugs as other pregnant ladies did. Ulysses removed his shirt eliciting another blush. Emily paused for a moment, admiring his body, and then ran her hands over his dark chocolate musculature.

Not taking his eyes off Emily’s, Ulysses undid his pants and slid them down along with his boxers. Emily’s mouth salivated as she glanced over his body. Her mouth opened slightly when her eyes met his cock. It was almost an instinctive reaction.

Ulysses grabbed his cock, stroking it idly, and then let it fall against Emily’s pregnancy. Looking down at his massive rod resting against her stomach, she started blushing and breathing heavily.

Ulysses chuckled softly when the twins inside her started kicking again – tiny little kicks fluttered against his cock. He looked back into Emily’s eyes and watched her go to her knees. Resting a hand on her belly, she grabbed the base of Ulysses’ cock with the other. She last sucked Randy’s cock a couple years ago. His was nowhere near as impressive as this monster which twitched in front of her. Her mouth was watering. Bringing the pre-cum oozing tip to her lips, she licked it, her tongue lapping up the salty fluid, causing Ulysses to moan. Emily opened wide and attempted to engulf his member. She could only fit a few inches into her mouth. It was so wide and thick. Instead she opted to kiss and lick all over it, coating it in her saliva.

Ulysses lifted her chin with his index finger so he could look down into her eyes. He gave a slight nod and Emily stood. Ulysses guided her to sit on the edge of his bed and then assisted her when she scooted back a couple feet.

“Lay down,” He said, going down to his knees in front of her. Placing his hands on her belly, he kissed it again, all the way down to her unkempt bush. He sniffed her, taking in her scent, he kissed her inner thighs, and then paused a moment, looking upon her pregnant splendor before diving in. He drove his tongue as deep as he could in between her inner walls. Her pussy contracted and clamped around his large, slimy, invading tongue. He swirled it all around, lapping up her juices, as he gently squeezed her belly. Emily had never been eaten out before. Randy never tried it or showed desire to do it. She came within a minute. Ulysses feeling her babies moving around inside her as an orgasm surged through her body and her thighs shook. Her eyes were closed and she couldn’t breathe or speak.

He didn’t stop his tongue assault for another five minutes. Emily thought she was going to lose control of her bladder, but never did. She lost count of how many times she came, on the last orgasm, before Ulysses took his hands off her belly and stood before her, she let out a loud, soulful moan.

Emily caught her breath and glanced up at the black man standing before her. She had only ever had sex with Randy and now her she was, on her back, on Ulysses’ bed, knowing that this black man was going to penetrate her.

“Are you sure you want to do this Emily? We can stop now if you want. We don’t have to do this.” Ulysses said.

She wanted it more than anything. She wanted to escape her husband, her responsibilities, her life. Her five sisters popped into her head. They were all successful living in either Miami or Los Angeles. Her eldest had a great career and only 2 older kids. Three of her sisters lived in Miami. The youngest two were still single, had no kids, and gorgeous. Her other sister, the one that suggested yoga, has been all over the world in the military, doing something honorable with her life – helping set up medical facilities in war torn areas of the world. Yet here she was: pregnant, no college education, a bland marriage, four kids, barely scraping by on the bills, lying on her back, her legs slowly spreading to allow this black man to have his way with her. In those few seconds of staring into Ulysses’ eyes, the anger set in, and she nodded her head, spreading her legs even wider.

She nearly came again when he entered her. He was so long and thick. “Please tell me if this hurts. I’ve never had sex with a pregnant woman before. I’m a little nervous,” Ulysses admitted.

“You’re fine, please, keep going,” Emily said, her breath ragged. She was slowly being stretched. It didn’t feel great, but she wanted and needed it.

Ulysses slowly, gingerly, slid his cock in and out of her. It was very slow. “You feel great,” He said, propping himself up with his hands, looking down at her writhing body.

As a result of her encouragement, he picked up the pace, sliding in and out faster and faster with each passing minute. Emily was moaning soft, soulful moans as this man banged his cockhead against her sealed cervix. She was going to cum again and he knew it. Ulysses went to one hand as he hovered over her, continuing to slide in and out, placing his free hand on her belly. Her legs quaked, and she shuddered before him as the orgasm overtook her, “Yesss!”

Ulysses tried to smile, feeling her pussy massage his cock and a baby kick against his hand. He looked on her pleasure induced, contorted face, and came as well. His cock was spurting semen against her occupied womb, overflowing and leaking out of her vagina onto his mattress. When he gained his composure he kissed her belly a few more times, and then helped her to her feet. She quietly put her clothes back on. Ulysses did the same. He held the door to his apartment open for her, locked up behind then, and made his way to his car, opening the passenger side door open for her.

The drive back to the gym parking lot was silent. She gave a quiet nod and brief smile when he parked. “I’ll see you later,” was all she said. Ulysses smiled back and nodded too.

Emily had missed three calls, all from Randy, while she was with Ulysses. She dialed his number at a stop light and called him. No answer. She wondered how many kids would be screaming or asleep. Luckily, the oldest was the only one up. Emily sat and watched some cartoon show with the child who had snuck out of bed. After tucking him in after the show, Emily sat on the edge of his bed, running her hands through his hair as he drifted off to sleep. She was numb, emotionless, but wide awake.

Later in her bathroom, she changed into her pajamas, noticing the large amount of semen in her panties. Shaking her head at her actions, she looked away from it. “Never again,” she said to herself, making a promise that she’d never sleep with Ulysses again.

In a ceremonial-like, goodbye to Ulysses, she slowly licked his semen out of her panties, savoring the taste on her tongue as it rolled around in her mouth.

Chapter 7

The next week Emily didn’t go to yoga class and she didn’t call Ulysses to let him know. She was miserable, but tried to remain focused on her kids. That weekend her husband informed her he was getting a promotion, which was great, however, the work hours may be longer for awhile. Randy explained the construction crew was working non-stop on a shopping center complex that a developer was trying to deliver. They were all behind and causing a few of the big wigs and higher ups to come in and check out the progress.

Emily sensed his anxiety about it but the first thought that entered her head was that Randy wouldn’t be around as much now, she’d be alone with the kids, and after they went to bed, she could see Ulysses. She reminded herself that she’d never see him again, but her anger overwrote that promise and she called Ulysses once more.

“Oh hi Emily! How are you?” Ulysses answered his cell phone, sitting up in bed.

“Good, I’m good. I was just wondering if I could see you again soon.”

“Sure, that’d be great!” He answered.

“Ok, care to meet up for breakfast tomorrow morning?” Emily asked.

“I’d love to,” Ulysses said, ending the call, putting his arm around his former stepmother.

“Please be careful with her Ulysses. The last time you were with a married woman you weren’t very careful. You remember what happened back when you were in LA at college,” Devin said, running her hand down his torso, stroking his cock.

“I will. I’ll talk to her about it at breakfast tomorrow.”

“Good,” Devin said, nibbling his ear as she stroked him. “I’d hate to have anything happen to you. Like an angry husband finding you impaling his wife with this beautiful cock, like last time.”

Ulysses smiled, watching Devin climb on top him.

Breakfast the next morning at 8am was friendly, though a bit awkward. Emily knew exactly how it would pan out though. She dropped the kids off at daycare for a half day, she would meet Ulysses for breakfast, and then she’d invite him back to her house.

“Are you sure this is something you want Emily? I don’t want to cause more problems or get you in trouble. I enjoyed the other day with you, but I really don’t want either of us to get hurt in any way,” Ulysses said.

Emily reached across the table, placing her hand on his, “It’s fine, trust me.”

Later that morning, Ulysses slowly pulled his twitching cock out of Emily and let it rest on her ass before him. She was on all fours on her bed, and Ulysses had been behind her for most of the morning. A few more spurts of cum poured out of the tip onto her orgasm induced, quivering butt cheeks. He had to leave soon for yoga class. Emily decided to leave shortly after him.

Ulysses SUV rocked gently back and forth in the gym parking lot. They were in the back seat and Emily was on top, bouncing wildly on his cock. She tried to go slow so no one would notice the rocking vehicle, but she couldn’t help it; her large belly slamming into his abdomen. Luckily the back windows were tinted.

Later that night, just after 11pm, Emily called Ulysses. He was asleep, but didn’t mind being woken. He said that he’ll be over soon. Thirty minutes later, Emily snuck out, leaving her sleeping husband and children in their beds and met Ulysses behind her house. Heading through the back door into the kitchen, she began kissing him madly; she went to her knees, sucking and slurping him until he was ready. She stood, turned around, offering herself to him. He slid her sweat pants down. She was moaning as he pummeled her from behind. It was the third time they had sex that day. He had to put his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet as she came. He was next and Emily thought about cum stains on the floor. As she felt that cock begin to pulse with cum inside her, she went to her knees, grabbing it quickly, placing the tip in her mouth to drink up all the erupting semen.

February passed, March passed, and her affair with Ulysses did not. He was at her house every morning, Monday through Friday, in her bed. She was riding him, he was mounting her, she was licking every inch of his body, and he was filling her pussy with cum five days a week, sometimes two or three times in one day if their schedules permitted, for weeks.

As April arrived, Ulysses would go to Emily’s house late at night. She’d call him and tell him the come over. She’d sneak out and meet him behind the house again. Since it was warmer out, they had sex outside, on the small back porch, up against the wall of the house. They’d often end their sessions with her sitting on his lap or him sitting on the deck floor running his hands over her growing belly. They were both sweaty in the warm night air. Ulysses would rub her belly from behind, spreading her and his sweat around.

They never once talked about the future or where this affair was headed. Deep down Emily knew. One morning in the middle of May, Emily was standing against Ulysses in the shower. She just hit the nine month mark. She usually carried her other children the full 40 weeks; one child staying inside her for 41 weeks. Her belly was huge. Ulysses was kissing on her neck and supporting her belly with both hands.

Suddenly Emily’s eyes shot open, she heard a distinctive “mom?” in the distance. Her oldest child was home early for some reason. She frowned, looking down to Ulysses erection, ready for round two. Stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel, she went to see what was going on.

Ulysses stood still, straining to listen for Emily. He could barely make out a voice asking her about a car in the driveway. He heard Emily say she didn’t know about any car. He then heard a child’s voice telling Emily about coming home early, and then ask a question regarding going to some other kid’s house.

Emily returned a moment later, shaking head, “Whew!” Dropping her towel, she got back into the shower. Ulysses hugged her gently, his erection resting against her belly.

“Everything ok?” He asked.

Emily nodded, looking up to him, ”That was close. I completely forgot he had a different schedule today.”

Ulysses nodded, went to his knees in the shower, peppering her belly with kisses. “Let me make love to you once more, and then I’ll head off for the day. Maybe I can see you later tonight back here.”

Licking her huge belly for a few moments, Ulysses stood, turning Emily around. Going in from behind, he licked and kissed along her neck, holding on to her belly. “So good, you feel so good. You’re body is beautiful,” He whispered.

Emily smiled, growing weaker in the knees. Moments later Ulysses tightened his grip on her belly and began pumping her full of sperm. “Ahhh yes!”

Ulysses backed away, resting against the shower wall. He cock came out of her gaping hole of a pussy, followed by copious amounts of semen. He smiled, watching it dribble through her pubic forest and onto the front of her hanging belly. Slowly rising, Emily turned around to face him.

“You’re so beautiful Emily; please don’t ever think you aren’t.” Ulysses told her.

She smiled and blushed, her hands holding her large belly with two babies growing inside. They kissed again before getting out of the shower. It was a long, slow, tongue sucking kiss. “I can’t wait to see you tonight,” Emily told him.

Chapter 8

Emily never saw Ulysses that night. She called him, in tears, but never saw him. Her husband came home slightly earlier than normal. Randy uncharacteristically gave Emily a hug and a kiss on the forehead. He told her he loved her then proceeded to play with the kids, allowing Emily a moment to rest.

That night in bed, Randy kissed her sweetly on the lips, apologizing about his work schedule but telling her that he was doing it for her and the kids. Laying next to her, he gently placed his hand on her belly and thanked her for having these children and loving him. She attempted not to break down and cry from guilt of her actions, instead, she hugged and kissed him back. Once he was asleep a little while later, she broke down, realizing what she had done; the guilt catching up to her.

She called Ulysses and ended things. He was sad, but understanding. Deep down he was a little relieved. Being at her home made him nervous and fearful of getting caught. She couldn’t go to his apartment all that much, because she had to pick up children from daycare and tend to them for the rest of the day. Her house was a compromise in their affair. When Emily ended it, Ulysses was relieved there’d be no more sneaking around.

The next day Emily’s guilt turned to something else. She asked herself why Randy changed. She wondered if he felt guilt for something. Perhaps it was her own paranoia creeping in. Perhaps she felt the need to justify her actions. Maybe he was having an affair. She would use this to justify going back to Ulysses. If she caught him in the act, then she could end it and have her black cock forever. While Randy was sweet to her the previous night, she couldn’t shake the thought of never having Ulysses again. She wanted and needed a reason to go back to him.

Randy worked late that night. Emily started getting restless. She packed up the kids, loading all four into their van, stating they were going on a ride. They whined and complained, saying that it was getting dark or that it was close to bedtime. Emily thought that was odd, because they hate going to bed. However, she chuckled when she remembered they hated riding in the van more.

Twenty minutes later, arriving at the construction site, she instructed the screaming children to stay in the car. She sternly commanded her oldest child to make sure they do, or else.

Waddling out of her van, she made her way to some of the temporary office buildings. Since Randy was promoted he informed her he mostly was indoors now at a desk. There were several make-shift offices set up for foremen and project managers. Emily didn’t know which one he would be in so she went to each one. She peeped into the windows, standing on her tip toes to get a look inside. The first one looked empty, which was no surprise since hardly anyone was there. The next one had lights on and an older man sipping what Emily guessed to be an alcoholic beverage out of a flask. The look on his face told her he was very frustrated, probably by the pressure upper management was putting on everyone to get this construction project completed.

As she approached the third building she heard something that made her heart stop. It was screaming. Not a scream of terror, but a scream of orgasmic joy. “Yes! Yes!” the woman’s voice cried out.

Emily started getting scared now, thinking that Randy was in there with this woman, and that was the reason he was being sweet last night – his guilt. She cursed herself for not being sweet to him during her affair and approached the window. Standing on her tip toes she saw the source of the screaming. The woman was light brown in color, dark brown hair, and had large, round breasts with dark brown nipples. She looked to be of Latin decent. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her blouse to her business suit was fully open and her breasts were bouncing with her. Emily couldn’t see the man so had no idea if it was Randy. Pressing her ears against the side of the office, she heard the woman speak.

“Now then, are you going to work harder and longer to get this done?” She asked. Her accent was thick; matching her exotic beauty.

Emily heard no reply, assuming the man hidden from view nodded his head.

“Good. It will be done on time, yes?” She asked. Emily didn’t hear a reply.

“My boss, Mr. Bob, will be so happy about that. You want to make him happy?” She asked. The man whose cock was embedded in her didn’t audibly reply again.

“Good. Very good. Are you going to make me happy by getting it done?” The woman asked.

“Yes,” the man answered. Emily couldn’t tell if this was Randy’s voice or not.

“Yes,what?” the woman asked.

“Yes Mrs. Fernanda. I will make sure we get all this done for you and your boss,” the man answered. It wasn’t Randy’s voice. She knew that for sure now.

She shook her head, clearing her thoughts, thinking how foolish she was, and waddled back to the van. A few steps later, she was startled by a touch on her shoulder. It was Randy.

“Hey. What are you doing here? Everything ok?” he asked.

“Yeah, just wanted to come see you. Kids are in the van,” she smiled weakly.

“Good. I’ve actually just clocked out, so I’ll follow you home. I hate being here in the evening.”

“Why?” She asked, walking with Randy back to her van.

“Well,” He looked over his shoulder back to the office where the man and woman were. “Some of these managers are lowlifes. Upper management came to visit too, they aren’t much better.”

Emily smiled, looking downward, “I see.”

“Being around these kinds of people make me all the more thankful for what I have at home,” Randy said, kissing her forehead. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Emily replied. Randy helped her get in the car. She fought back tears on the way back home. She had to move past this, she had to forgive herself and move forward.

Chapter 9

Three weeks later Ulysses rolled off Devin. Both were out of breath, sweating, and exhausted. Devin smiled, running her fingers around her former step son’s chest. She rolled over, kissing his nearest nipple, savoring the taste of his sweat.

“Feel better?” She asked

“I do,” He answered, running his fingers through her soaked hair. “You’re always so good. Takes my mind off everything.”

Devin smiled, licking Ulysses’ chest like a cat, “Thank you. Remember I’m always here to help you in your dry spells. Me or your Aunts.”

Devin licked her way down Ulysses’ body, stopping at his cum and pussy juice covered cock. She smiled up at him, taking the tip in her mouth, cleaning him. “I wonder if Emily had her babies yet?”

Ulysses closed his eyes and moaned, “I don’t know. I read it’s 36 to 42 weeks is usual gestation time. She could go any minute if she hasn’t yet.”

“You miss her?” Devin asked in between cock licks.

“Ahhh yes,” He moaned, her licks sending tingles through his body.

Devin smiled, climbing back on top of Ulysses. Lowering herself onto him, her glistening, sweaty breasts pressing into his chest, holding his face, she kissed his full lips with her own, “I love you, remember that. I’m always here for you.”

“I know, Devin. You’ve always been wonderful to me.”

She kissed him again. “You and I have been making love since you were 15. It’s my job to service this cock of yours if some else isn’t. I know you miss her, but I’ll make sure this thing gets taken care of,” Devine said, reaching behind her to guide his weakened cock back inside her.

Ulysses winced, “I don’t know if I can go again, you are wearing me out!”

Devin kissed him again, while slowly moving her thighs from side-to-side, “Just be glad my sisters aren’t here like that one night last year. We thought you were going to pass out.”

Ulysses started to laugh when his cell phone rang. “It might be her!” he said, reaching for the phone. Devin sat up, his cock still embedded in her.

“Hello? Emily?” Ulysses said.

“Hi. I uh, I want to see you. One last time. Can I come over tomorrow morning?” Emily asked.

“Of course! Yes, that’d be wonderful.”

Ending their call, Ulysses turned, looking up at Devin, “Tomorrow morning. It’ll be the last time.” He paused, running his hands over her large breasts. “That pregnant belly of hers. It’s so beautiful.”

“Maybe one day you’ll have one of your own. Sadly, I won’t be able to help with that,” Devin said, referring her tubes being tied back when she married Ulysses dad at age 22. The desire to have children had basically faded in time.

Sitting up, moving her blonde hair away from her neck, “It’s ok,” he said, not really wanting to discuss fatherhood, “Just service me for the rest of the night.” He kissed her neck, holding her tightly as she grinded into him.

Chapter 10

Emily had been a mess the last three weeks. Things with Randy got better, but she was agitated, nervous, and unable to keep still. She wasn’t even concerned about the twin’s delivery or the fact they were taking their sweet time to arrive. It was as if she was coming off an addiction – or trying to.
Randy had been on a few interviews in the last week. He confessed to Emily that he learned they were building a shopping center that was featuring an Adult Store supercenter and a new, large strip club. He said that didn’t bother him so much, since he had no plans to go to those places, but the Fernanda woman was around more. He said he felt very uncomfortable around her. Randy indicated she was very flirtatious with everyone and most likely sleeping with all the managers. He learned she’s the right hand woman of the CEO – a man named Bob.

Randy’s concerns fell on deaf ears. She nodded and listened to him. But the only thing truly on her mind was Ulysses. She tried not to think about him, but failed. His cock, his taste, his touch, his body – everything she enjoyed for their three month affair was ingrained on her mind. She wanted it and needed it one last time before she had the twins. So she broke down and called him.

Emily dropped the kids off at daycare and sped over to Ulysses’ apartment. Emily told herself she was a happily married woman and this was just to scratch an itch for the last time.

“Hi Emily, good to see you again,” Ulysses said when he opened his door to her. Emily said nothing, pushing him back to enter his apartment. She took off her tank top, revealing her now massive belly. She assisted Ulysses with removing his shirt and shorts, sliding his boxers down, using her added weight to push him backward. He stumbled and nearly fell down if it wasn’t for the chair he bumped into.

As Ulysses sat, Emily went to her knees and began gobbling up his cock, hungrily sucking away at the tip. She was possessed, sliding her sweat pants down, revealing her panty-less body. She moaned and grunted as she sucked the life out of Ulysses’ cock.

Gritting her teeth, she paused, “Take me. Make me go into labor,” was all she could get out. Her primal possession was infectious, causing Ulysses to take on a different demeanor. He nodded, stood, hastily pulled her up, squatted and grabbed her, and then carried her to his bed, her massive stomach pressing him to him.

Throwing her on the bed, he cared not for his usual gentle love making; he was dead set on making this woman go into labor.

“Do it! One last time,” Emily commanded. Ulysses pushed her on her back, grabbed her legs, spreading them wide, and then guided his cock to the entrance of her leaking pussy. One final glance at Emily’s almost angry determined face, he impaled her, causing her to cry out; his cock banging against her sealed cervix. Back and forth he went, as hard as he could, harder than with any woman before her. Her screams of pleasure and pain were echoing in his bedroom. Each mighty thrust of his impressive rod into her body caused visible movement on her belly.

Noticing the babies move, Ulysses crouched down slightly, wrapping his arms around her big belly, feeling them kick. He kissed, sucked, licked, and groped that belly, hoping something would help them come out. He continued pumping his cock in and out while holding her belly in his arms. She felt amazing, everything about her. He couldn’t contain himself much longer. He pulled out, pushed Emily flat on her back, and started stroking his cock in her direction. Within seconds, he gritted his teeth, rolled his eyes back into his head and ejaculated, spewing rope after rope of semen onto her stomach. He looked to the floor and shook off the grogginess brought by the orgasm. When he looked up he noticed Emily rubbing his semen into her skin, her hands traveling all over her massive stomach. He had seen women do that before with his cum, but it was on their breasts. One of his former step-aunts loves rubbing his cum all over her face. He had never seen a woman do that to her large, pregnant belly. It was a huge turn on.

He went to his knees and began fingering Emily relentlessly; two, then three, fingers going in and out of her. Resting his hand on her stomach, he kept going, listening to her moans. He curled his fingers upward, hoping he was hitting her g-spot. “Come for me,” he ordered.

Emily started shaking a few minutes later. Grabbing her own breasts, squeezing the nipples, she felt something come out. It wasn’t milk or all that much, but it was a clear fluid and the precursor to milk.
Suddenly Ulysses switched to his mouth. For the next half hour, he alternated between fingering and licking her pussy, bringing her orgasm after orgasm.

His cock had regained its strength. He stood, pulling Emily to her feet, turning her around, pushing her down to all fours. Emily screamed out once more when his cock entered from behind. Her leaking tits jiggled with each thrust. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Ulysses grabbed her hips and slammed into her over and over. She went weak, laying her head on the mattress, no longer able to prop herself up with her hands. Ulysses didn’t quit. Emily came again, her body shivering, as she was royally fucked from behind.

Emily screamed again, she couldn’t take anymore, but she couldn’t tell him to stop. She wouldn’t until she went into labor. She didn’t care how long it would take. Ulysses pulled her up by her hair and twisted her over onto her back. He bent down, slid back in, and pulled her up. Ulysses turned around, sitting on the bed, while Emily straddled him. He looked into her eyes and thrust upward, driving his cock in deep against her cervix. He held on tight, her gorgeous belly pressed tightly up against him, bouncing her up and down. More soulful moans escaped her mouth as this man ravaged her. She was so weak when another orgasm over took her, she could barely manage to push Ulysses onto his back.

Emily found the strength to do so. She began riding him, in squatting position, her hips leaving his, going up and down over and over. Her hands held her leaking breasts as she slammed and impaled herself on his glorious cock again and again. “Ahh yess! Yess! I can feel it!” She yelled out.

Up and down on his dick several more times and she stopped; his cock buried to the hilt. Suddenly Emily’s pussy sprayed a clear liquid all over Ulysses abdomen. Her water had just broken.

Chapter 11

Emily wasn’t paying attention to where Ulysses was going. He was speeding as safely as he could on the way to the hospital. Emily’s head was in his lap, sucking his dick while attempting to time her contractions.

“I think this is the right area,” Ulysses pointed out as he turned into the Labor and Delivery section.

“No, go park over there. See that ally?” Emily pointed, momentarily taking his cock out of her mouth, sitting up to give him directions.

“There? But that’s not – “

“Just do it!” She ordered.

Ulysses did as Emily told him, briefly glancing down to her, her mouth engulfing just the tip of his cock. The ally was a dead end and empty. There was a large dumpster next to where he parked.

“Get out. I want you to cum in me once more.” Emily said.

“Emily, you’re in labor though. I don’t think that’s safe.”

“You don’t have to cum in my vagina,” She calmly suggested. “Please,” she whispered.

Ulysses sighed. His youngest former step-aunt taught him all about anal sex when she joined the team of women that regularly serviced Ulysses when he was younger. “Emily we really need lube for that.”

Emily rummaged through her bag on the floor in front of her and pulled out a bottle of moisturizing lotion. “Will this work?”

“I guess, I mean, it’s not ideal, but – “

“Great, let’s hurry,” Emily interrupted him, opening her door, struggling to stand, then waddling over to behind the dumpster.

Ulysses followed her and found she was already bent over with her sweat pants down. She handed him the lotion. He squirted it all over his cock, jacking that meat back to erection status, squirting some on her anal entrance in the process.

“Ready?” He asked.

Emily groaned, nearly doubling over in pain, another strong contraction overtook her, “Hurry!”

Reaching behind to pull her butt cheeks apart, Ulysses guided the tip to her anus. “Go! Do it!” Emily commanded in her cum-lust fervor. Ulysses looked around for signs of people, he saw no one. Shaking his head, he slowly guided himself in, listening for signs of pain from Emily. She winced in agony for a bit, but his cock was dripping with lotion, so it was bearable. “All the way!” she shouted back to him.

Ulysses complied, slamming himself against her butt, his cock causing Emily to let out another scream. She nearly fell from the agony brought on by his cock entering her and another contraction. She regained her strength, with his cock inside her all the way to the base, standing, holding her stomach.

He went slowly at first, taking his time, but Emily urged him to go faster and faster. Within minutes the ally was echoing with her screams. They wondered if anyone heard them, surely someone did. Ulysses was getting nervous, especially after another contraction come over her. He kept going though at her persistence.

“Emily, this is it, I’m cumming!” He announced.

Emily reached behind her with one hand while the other steadied herself against the wall in front of her. She let out another primal moan as she felt Ulysses cock twitch and spurt cum into her rectum. Another contraction nearly sent her to the ground. Ulysses pulled out, her anus gaping with semen, rushing, helping her get her clothes back on and get back to the car. He hastily backed out of the ally, spinning around and speeding off back toward the entrance of the Labor and Delivery unit. She was breathing her labor breathing techniques and holding her belly. Getting out of the car he helped her do the same, walking as fast as they could to the entrance.

There was a brief interrogation from the nurse about who he was. Emily had already registered there months back and they knew she’d be there soon. They knew what Randy looked like and didn’t recognize this black man that was with her. Ulysses explained he’s just her yoga instructor and she went into labor during class. Nurses arrived, checking on her, asking her questions about contractions. Someone arrived with a wheelchair. Emily nodded goodbye to him, her eyes slightly tearing up, not knowing when or if she’d ever see him again. Ulysses gave a small wave to her as he watched her being wheeled away. She waved in return, looking back behind her occasionally from the wheelchair until the large double doors closed and he was out of sight.

***One year later***

Emily sat at a park bench watching the kids play on a nearby playground. Randy was there playing too. He was very helpful since the twins arrived, always being around to assist with the other children. His new job contributed to their improved home life and marriage. Emily smiled, looking to her twin babies, whose first birthday was a couple days away.

She stood, enjoying the nice warm day, watching people jogging around or playing with their dogs. That’s when she saw him. He was standing still, as if he had been jogging too, but suddenly stopped. He was about 30 feet away and staring directly at her. Emily smiled weakly, throwing her hand up for a quick wave. Ulysses did the same, nodding politely, and then glanced to her belly. Emily did the same, glancing down to the small baby bump, rubbing it with her hand over her t-shirt. She glanced back up, sharing another smile with him. He went on his merry way, continuing his jog.

Emily pushed away memories of their affair; memories of his hands on her belly, his body hovering above hers, his cock sliding in and out of her, bringing her multiple orgasms. She turned, looking to her playing family, watching them laugh. She sighed and told herself she was happy.

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