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Nancy gazes out through the window. A nice house, nice yard. She hears her children playing outside on the swing. Daniel will be home soon. After being married for 9 years, she still loves him. But something stirs in her. I’m more than the sum of my parts! She cries out internally, though her face still holds the stoic, patient look it always does. She leans back in the kitchen chair and closes her eyes.

She met Ethan quite by accident. Friends goaded her into visiting a chat online. It was innocent fun, visiting with these people. Until Ethan. Ethan was- IS her soul mate. Never has anyone been so intuitive of her needs, any of them, and unstintly cherished and took care of them. But this was after Daniel.

So as any good wife, she fought it. God, did she fight. Her mantra became, he’s just a friend, he’s just a friend. But friends don’t talk of kissing like that. Or touching. His words became virtual caresses, touching her deep in her soul, until she no longer needed physical presence to make her cum harder than she ever had. But she kept making excuses in her mind. He’s so far away�its just harmless fantasy. But she knew it was becoming more real than any relationship she had.

Then the phone calls started. Then, suddenly, he was here. He was here so close he could be touched. And still, she tried to be good, even if it meant going against her heart. Until the second meeting. Her eyes flutter at the memory. Caution, certainly, but stolen touches� soft hands on smooth skin� whispered words of love-Kisses that went on forever and then some, the kind that enlarge your soul until you can no longer be concerned about anything but that moment in time�and certainly it seems longer than that. Even now, she can feel the tease of his tongue, the tenderness and depth of the love within that simple kiss.

She didn’t mean for this. She wars with herself. If things had been different, she would be with Ethan. No question. But things are as they are. And responsibilities and yes, love, are what she has. But there are so many different ways to love, and yes, even love romantically. Anyone who says you can’t love more than one person is either stingy, or close-minded. But she believes in promises. And lets face it, marriage is just one big promise. And she wars, why couldn’t I have waited? Or, why can’t I let him go? Or wondering if all her ideals are for nought, and she’s a fool for not grasping the brass ring.

She reads the end of the letter�
“I can’t do something temporary and meaningless. I’m too shy with strangers (yes, I am!) to do that. But anyway- I will always be yours. The deepest corners of my heart, where secrets are hidden even from me, will always find your name carved on their walls. Your mark is on my soul, and the mark will never disappear.”

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2001

Dryad

Dear Nancy,
Okay, I’m running out of “good” stationary and envelopes. So sue me. Or run off to Canada with me. Either way, I love you. You know that, but I’ll tell you again anyway. I LOVE YOU.”

The letter goes on, but she folds it closed. Her shoulders shudder slightly, breath hard to pull into her lungs. What a mess I’ve gotten myself into she thinks. The rest of the letter falls into her lap.

Nancy gazes out through the window. A nice house, nice yard. She hears her children playing outside on the swing. Daniel will be home soon. After being married for 9 years, she still loves him. But something stirs in her. I’m more than the sum of my parts! She cries out internally, though her face still holds the stoic, patient look it always does. She leans back in the kitchen chair and closes her eyes.

She met Ethan quite by accident. Friends goaded her into visiting a chat online. It was innocent fun, visiting with these people. Until Ethan. Ethan was- IS her soul mate. Never has anyone been so intuitive of her needs, any of them, and unstintly cherished and took care of them. But this was after Daniel.

So as any good wife, she fought it. God, did she fight. Her mantra became, he’s just a friend, he’s just a friend. But friends don’t talk of kissing like that. Or touching. His words became virtual caresses, touching her deep in her soul, until she no longer needed physical presence to make her cum harder than she ever had. But she kept making excuses in her mind. He’s so far away�its just harmless fantasy. But she knew it was becoming more real than any relationship she had.

Then the phone calls started. Then, suddenly, he was here. He was here so close he could be touched. And still, she tried to be good, even if it meant going against her heart. Until the second meeting. Her eyes flutter at the memory. Caution, certainly, but stolen touches� soft hands on smooth skin� whispered words of love-Kisses that went on forever and then some, the kind that enlarge your soul until you can no longer be concerned about anything but that moment in time�and certainly it seems longer than that. Even now, she can feel the tease of his tongue, the tenderness and depth of the love within that simple kiss.

She didn’t mean for this. She wars with herself. If things had been different, she would be with Ethan. No question. But things are as they are. And responsibilities and yes, love, are what she has. But there are so many different ways to love, and yes, even love romantically. Anyone who says you can’t love more than one person is either stingy, or close-minded. But she believes in promises. And lets face it, marriage is just one big promise. And she wars, why couldn’t I have waited? Or, why can’t I let him go? Or wondering if all her ideals are for nought, and she’s a fool for not grasping the brass ring.

She reads the end of the letter�
“I can’t do something temporary and meaningless. I’m too shy with strangers (yes, I am!) to do that. But anyway- I will always be yours. The deepest corners of my heart, where secrets are hidden even from me, will always find your name carved on their walls. Your mark is on my soul, and the mark will never disappear.”

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2001

I can never describe the delight I feel when my man enters
me. The need, the itch, if you will, deep inside, is finally
scratched, stroked, but as satisfying as it is, it makes you burn
for more. Each stroke made me crazier; squirming with delight.
Anywhere he touched, my skin burned; the pleasure and desire
spiraling back to where our bodies joined. And when the climax
comes, the satisfaction of having his hardness inside kills the
itch, quenches the need. I feel my body clenching him, pulling
him deep, milking his cock to complete the whole process.
Groaning, calling my name, he collapsed on me, resting his
head on my belly. As though on cue, the baby pushed at his head,
my stomach suddenly distorting before my eyes. “You are some
kind of woman,” he whispered, ignoring the baby.
I smiled; my body finally relaxing. Twisting my hands into
his hair, we lay together; enjoying the way our bodies felt
against one another, the delight of flesh against flesh. The
baby even seemed to quiet down; accepting finally that Mommy had
a life, too. My back even felt good, laying against the hard
table. Closing my eyes; I drifted off to sleep, feeling content.

end of the preggo sex story

“Am I a lucky man or what?” he asked, pulling me into his
arms. Our baby disliked such tight embraces, apparently doing
its best to push Daddy away by kicking him, but that only
strengthened my desire. Of course, Daryll’s hands squeezing my
ass, had a lot to do with my increasing desire.
I steered him back to the couch, surprising him with this
initiative. Not that I was inclined to be shy, but of late, I
felt too tired to cook, much less seduce him. Given my great
girth, I couldn’t fall gracefully onto the cushions. He had to
help lower me down, which made us both laugh hysterically. “I
guess my Mata Hari days are over,” I joked.
“Oh no!” He buried his face between my breasts, growling
deep in his throat. I jerked as he began to rub my nipples
between his fingers, waves of almost unbearable pleasure
spiraling from his touch. Where the rubbing of the clothing was
annoying, his manipulation only flamed my desire. When his mouth
closed around my nipple, I almost fainted. My body responded,
the first waves of an orgasm spreading through my body.
“Wow,” I said, when I could breathe again. I had heard that
some women could orgasm from nursing. I never thought it would
be me.
Daryll seemed awfully impressed, spreading my legs to check
this out first hand. Forcing his face between my thighs, he
began licking at my pussy, doing his puppy dog routine. Long
licks, loud licks, the kind that made me squirm. His stubbly
cheeks scraped the insides of my thighs, driving me even crazier.
“Oh, Daryll!”
He pulled my legs over his shoulder, driving his tongue up
in my pussy as far as he could. The orgasm this time was
stronger, longer lasting. I had to hold my stomach while I rode
out each wave, the baby not liking to be disturbed by Mommy like
this.
“Aren’t you ready yet?” I asked, moving my legs off his
shoulder so he could stand. I left my legs spread wide; if I was
going to be wanton, I may as well do a good job of it. “I need
you to fuck me.”
“Yes Ma’am.” He dropped his pants, his erection sticking
straight out. While I ordinarily didn’t get excited by the sight
of a man’s penis, I did love to see Daryll’s erection, knowing
that I was the cause of it. “Maybe you should lie on the coffee
table,” he said, eying my big belly. “I think that will work
better.”
I blushed, but I was used to having to make concessions to
my stomach. Of course, laying down made the baby more active,
but I didn’t care. Right now I needed to feel Daryll’s hard
shaft inside me, and would do what I needed to do to get it. He
helped me lie back on the table, kneeling at the end of the table
between my legs. Planting a big kiss on my belly, he slid inside
me.

end of part 2