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 The Fight By: Jennifer Ann Copyringt 2003

   "Damnit Charlie, you were gone last weekend!" she protested, "Every damn
week you have to go somewhere." "What about the baby?" she angrily stated,
"You know this is the time."

   "Look, honey!" he protested.  Taking a deep breath, he patiently said,
"Last week, I could not help it, if the production line went down over the
weekend.  And, this is the first time I go fishing in months." "Besides!"
he continued, " We have been trying to have that baby for over 7 months. 
You are obsessed with it."

   "Obsessed!" she screamed.  "Obsessed, I ovulated today, I know I did,"
she stated with passion, trying to convince herself as much as him.  "This
is the time to get pregnant.  And, you are going to be off fishing
somewhere," she cried.  "Oh yeah!...  Go on your fucking fishing trip!" she
sobbed, "See if I care,....bastard!" Anger rose up in Charlie.  He opened
his mouth in rebuttal, paused for the briefest second.  In that time, he
made a decision.

   Placing both hands on her shoulders he held her gently and with
authority said her name, "Maggie," he said, "Maggie." She opened her mouth
to say something, but stopped as she heard her name.  She looked up at her
husband.  "I love you!!!" he said, "Maggie, I love you!" The sound of those
words smashed into her brain, toppling over the barriers she had built. 
The words that represented her anger and frustration, died in her throat.
She found herself in his arms sobbing.  He held her as she cried.

   "Oh Charlie," she sobbed.  "I'm sorry, its just that I want a baby so
badly and now is the time, and you will be gone," she said.

   "Maggie" Charlie said.  "If it's that important to you, I will stay
home."

   "No!!!" she exclaimed.  "Go fishing!  I want you to go," "I love you
too," she continued.

   He kissed her on the forehead, then on the nose.  He finished by kissing
each tear stained cheek and finally her lips.  Maggie tasted the salt from
her tears as she melted into his arms.  The love she had for Charlie
radiated from her heart and spread outward through her body.  Her breasts
started to feel like hot coals, as they pressed into Charlie's chest.  Her
nipples hardened and began begging for attention.  The fire went downward
to her loins, which started pulsing with each heartbeat.  Her mouth relaxed
and opened slightly allowing his tongue to enter, where it began to dance
with hers.  Her frustration and anger melted, only to be replaced by a
growing desire for this man.

   Somehow they managed to make it the few feet from where they were
standing to the bed, where he fell on top of her.  She felt his weight
pressing down into her body.  She also, felt his hardness pressing into
her, his desire matching hers.  Her lips found his and she drew his tongue
into her mouth as she wished to draw the rest of him into her body.

   They broke the kiss; Maggie started pulling Charlie's shirttail out of
his pants.  Charlie began fumbling with her blouse.  `Shit, damn backwards
buttons." He mumbled to himself as he tried to open the buttons on her
blouse.

   Maggie giggled and pushed him off of her.  "Look!" she said, "You take
your clothes off and I will take off mine." She finished unbuttoning her
blouse, slipped it off, reached behind and unhooked her bra.  She hunched
her shoulders forward and let the bra fall off.  Quickly she unzipped her
shorts and pushed them and her panties off together.  As she stepped out of
the clothes she looked to see Charlie pulling off his pants.  He reached up
and pulled his briefs forward to clear his erect cock and pushed them down.

   "Oh, Charlie!" she cooed, "I want that cock." Reaching for it, she
dropped to her knees and opened her mouth.  She loved his cock.  She loved
everything about it, the soft smoothness of its skin and its firmness and
stiffness.  It was so big to her.  Not so much in length, although that was
nice, but in its girth.  They had measured it once.  It was almost five and
a half inches in circumference.  Her jaws sometimes ached after sucking him
off.  But, tonight she didn't think of that.  She just wanted to wrap her
lips around it and give him pleasure.

   She took in Charlie's cock until she felt it hit the back of her throat,
tickling the gag reflex.  She momentarily left it there, letting her salvia
coat its length, sucked gently and pulled back till only the head was still
in her mouth.  She ran her tongue around the backside of the head and felt
him gasp.  The corners of her lips curled slightly into a smile.  God, she
loved this.  She had him.  Feelings of love and the desire to give him
pleasure mixed with feelings of power and pride.

   Soon he was thrusting forward, trying to go deeper in her mouth.  Maggie
had to be careful not to gag.  Charlie's hands played with her hair as
sounds of pleasure escaped from his throat.  "Stop!" he pleaded, `I'll cum
in you mouth." She smiled again, released him, and laughed as she thought
about his reactions and what she could do to him.  Charlie pulled her up
and again they fell into the bed.

   "Ok, you little tease." he said, "My turn," as he covered her mouth with
his.  She sucked on his tongue as she wrapped her legs around his and
rubbed herself against him.  The touch of his skin on hers sent electricity
throughout her body.  Maggie shuddered as Charlie kissed her ear, ran his
tongue down her neck and kissed down to her left breast.  She knew from
experience that her pink nipple would be sticking up almost half of an inch
drawing up the areola till it barely showed.  It was ready and waiting for
his mouth.  As his tongue played circles around her nipples she felt
tingles that traveled throughout her body and then centered downward,
between her legs.  She felt the pleasurable pulsing that she knew would
build, and soon engulf her with pleasure as she climaxed.

   Still he kissed, one breast then the other.  He gently kneaded them and
rubbed them against his cheeks.  The pulsing got stronger.  She got wetter.
"Oh, Charlie, my pussy's ready, eat me." "Please!!!" Charlie continued to
kiss her breasts.  Then he kissed his way down her belly and nibbled her
furry mound.  Finally, his head between her legs, he cupped her ass cheeks
and looked at his wife's pussy.  "God it's beautiful," he thought.  He
could see the moisture matted hairs and the swollen lips, dark and engorged
with blood.  He buried his face in between her thighs and tasted her
juices.

   Maggie's pussy contracted as his tongue parted her lips and penetrated
into her.  Gasping she arched and ground herself into his face.  As his
tongue made circles inside her vagina she rubbed her clitoris on his upper
lip.  Wave after wave of pleasure ran up her body, each one building higher
and higher until it broke.  "Uggggggh," she screamed as the wave came
crashing over her.  Her vaginal muscles went into involuntary contractions
as she came.  Charlie's tongue darted in and out of her pussy as he sucked
on her clit.

   "Now!  Now, get in me," she muttered, "Oh pump me baby!" As he moved up
between her legs, Maggie reached down grabbed his cock and positioned it
over her pussy's entrance.  He drove forward, in to her as she came forward
to meet him.  She felt his cock stretch the walls of her pussy as he filled
her.  She wanted nothing more that to be his woman and to draw him into her
body and to merge with him as one.

   Her head turned side to side as he pumped her.  She met him thrust for
thrust "Oh how he filled her!" she thought.  Maggie squeezed her pussy
around his cock trying to give him greater pleasure.  Then she felt him
speed up, plunge harder and then tighten.  She knew he was cumming.  His
semen blasted out into her pussy.  Each time he would plunge in and
contract, she would squeeze.  She wanted his life giving sperm to fill her
uterus.  She wanted it all, she wanted to milk him dry.  Afterwards, he
collapsed in her arms.

   As they lay in each other's arms, both trying to catch their breath, she
saw the moonlight filling the room through the window.  Maggie thought
about how the moon was often considered a woman by ancient people.  This
was because, like the woman, the moon had its monthly cycles.  Deep inside,
she knew that for a while her monthly cycles were over.  She smiled.