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Thomas is busy right now so I am writing this. Well, sort of writing it. I have a new talk and type program, just for fun. We got it when I was taking classes that required my writing a lot of papers, and it’s easier for me to dictate first, and correct anything later. LOTS of changes since our story began. Where should I begin? Well, maybe I should start with Valentines Day, a few years ago… It was a lovely night at one of our favorite seafood places. Dinner was spectacular. As usual, I stuffed myself on lobster, while Thomas had a fillet of salmon. Both of us were a little jittery, but for reasons neither of us expected in the other. As dessert and coffee was served, Thomas reached across he table and took my hand. If I live to be 100, I will remember what he said next; "Beloved, you’ve been a part of my life for so many years. You came to me as a child, and returned to me as so much more. I can’t begin to tell you how you have enriched my life." He paused a moment and looked down before continuing. "In case you didn’t know it, I am now at an age where most men in my life do something crazy or stupid. It’s called a mid-life crisis. Some men get a new car, some men have an affair. After thinking long and hard, I can only come to one conclusion." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. "Katheryn, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" I opened the box and gasped at the size of the diamond sitting there on a white gold setting. Tears were leaking down my cheeks as I nodded, because I didn’t trust my voice. Well, it seems that we were being watched by just about everyone in the place, because when he pulled me into his arms to kiss me, the whole place started clapping and whistling. A few minutes later, the tab was paid, and we were out the door headed home. You can imagine what was on the mind of my fiancé. Well, as we got into bed, I put a hand on Thomas’ chest and pushed him down. I had some news of my own for him. "Daddy, besides us getting married, there are going to be a few other changes in our lives." He looked at me with curiosity. "Do you remember New Years, when we…?" I let the rest of the statement go unfinished. How could he forget that particular night? A party with friends that had us both tipsy, and enjoying mind- blowing sex, later on. He nodded. I kissed his nose and smiled; "You’ll soon have someone else in our home calling you ‘daddy’." Well, if I had dropped a ton of bricks on him, he couldn’t have looked more surprised. He gathered me into his arms and laughed and cried at the same time. We both did, in fact. You can imagine how the rest of the night was spent. Yeah, it involved the same activities that got me in a ‘family way’ to begin with. We were married in May. We invited all of our friends and had a hell of a party. So many of them told us that it was about time it happened. (Us getting married, or having a baby? BOTH!) The only ‘fly in the ointment’ was the fact that some of Thomas’ family, who had driven down from Jersey, thought I was too young and had ‘entrapped’ him. He quickly put that idea to rest. Since I still don’t like the beach, we didn’t do the traditional Honeymoon destinations like Puerto Rico. Nope, we went to Niagra Falls. Okay, so THAT’S stereotypical too, but we had fun. As we got ready for the baby, Thomas became more and more protective of me. Almost to the point of smothering me. I endured it as long as I could, until one night in bed. It seems that being pregnant increased my sex drive (already high) and I was constantly horny. By now Jacqi had managed to get a transfer with her job to Richmond, which is about a two hour drive from here, so we saw her every weekend. Well, as I started to say, one night in bed, I wanted to get my silly self fucked into oblivion. Daddy was being a little too gentle for my liking. So (HORMONE ALERT!) I started screaming at him; "I’m only pregnant! I’m NOT made of fucking eggshells! Now fuck me like a real man, goddamnit!" He was silent a moment, then grabbed me and threw me down on the bed. Before I knew it, my wrists were secured to the headboard and my ankles were being held up in the air by ropes that went back up to the bedposts on same headboard. I was open and exposed. My pussy twitched in anticipation, knowing it was now going to be ravished! (Wow! Great term! "Ravished!" I guess the writing classes at Tidewater Community College paid off?) Daddy started by licking me and biting my clit. It got me twitching and bucking on the bed. Soon I was begging him to fuck me. He obliged. Oh God! It felt wonderful to have him inside me, pounding away for all he was worth, just like before! I guess he missed it too, because his face was showing his own delight in things. I think I had about twenty orgasms that night. Well, after that. Sex was back to ‘normal’ for us. I guess he realized that our child would not suffer from our making love. The only thing I didn’t like was the fact that I was gaining more weight than I wanted. The doctor said it was okay, but he kept an eye on me. Also, being pregnant did something to my eyes. It’s not uncommon from what we were told. Now I need glasses. Daddy said that in a year or two, once my eyes stabilize, I can get that Lasik procedure done, so I won’t need glasses anymore. Now mind you, I was still in a constant state of hornyness. And I admit to being a brat about it. One night, I was cranky and honestly, Daddy was tired. He was working on a special project for a local building firm and he was spending twelve hour days in the field three or four days a week. (The money for this job was going to fatten the bank account in a BIG way, not that we were hard up, financially, but it’s good to have a nest egg!) I think it’s better if Daddy told that part of the story for a bit, since I have to check something… As Kitty had stated, I was working LONG days. One night in particular, I got home and honestly, I was exhausted. My darling came to me with a cold drink and a smile on her lovely face. Her tummy was now quite large as she was about seven months along in the pregnancy. She indicated to me that she had been waiting for me all day, and that phone sex with Jacqi only had increased her frustrations, since masturbation did little to relieve her energies. Okay, I admit that I was starting to feel my age. I didn’t think I could do more than take a shower and drop that evening, and Kitty was pouting and trying her damndest to make me feel guilty. I decided that if she wanted to get her brains fucked out, who was I to deny that? I have a workshop in the garage. I like to build furniture for the back deck and for our personal uses, so to speak. I had recently finished something that I wanted Kitty to try. I asked her; "Do you trust me?" to which she smiled and nodded. Blindfolded, I led her to the table I had finished earlier that week. It was a custom fit for Kitty. I laid her, face down with lots of pillows to support her around the stomach, and adjusted her body. There were holes cut to allow her breasts (which were also growing, due to her condition) and two that were about two inches in diameter where her waist was. A padded oval was also cut that allowed her face to rest without obstruction (like a massage table). Ropes quickly secured Kittys wrists and ankles down the legs of the table. Her delicious ass was just waiting for me to slap a few times, and get the color going. Through the holes at the waist, I slipped a strap that when tightened, held Kitty down against the table. She was going nowhere. I could hear her sigh with delight. I had my darling lift her head a moment so I could place the ball gag. Then, I left the room. The sounds of her thrashing and moaning in frustration as I went down the hall to shower made me smile. "That will remind her who is boss," I said to myself. Now I am NOT heartless. Later, I returned to my sobbing wife, and asked her if she was ready to be fucked. She nodded and grunted a ‘yes". Well, I was still tired, but couldn’t deny her. Several months earlier, we had purchased an item that was supposed to be a gift for a couple we knew a one of the "clubs" we sometimes visited. They broke up, and we never returned the gift. For lack of a better term, I call it a "fucking machine". It’s a small drive shaft on a motor that rotates and thrusts, with an assortment of attachments or "heads". I got it out, and placed it on a second table behind Kitty. The thing has it’s own set of straps to hold it down, and soon I had the tip of a nice thick attachment poised and ready to enter Kitty’s glistening pussy. I set the speed on low, squirted a little extra Astroglide on her for good measure, and with a kiss on her cheeks (ass and face) I told her I would return later. Thirty minutes later, she was a wreck. Kitty was squirming and moaning like an animal as the machine pumped away at her. I asked her if she wanted more. She nodded "yes", and I turned up the speed a bit. Kitty arched her back, and by now the blindfold had slipped off. In her eyes was a look of total lust and insane desire. Those eyes begged me to release her and take her. Not yet. I left the room again, and made myself a sandwich. Upon returning, I could see that Kitty was starting to get tender and sore. "Done?" I asked. She nodded yes, again her eyes imploring me to release her. I stood and turned off the monster that had been inside her. But before she could relax, I had repositioned it so it was slightly higher. While Astroglide is a great lube, I decided that good old petroleum jelly would be better here. I worked a glob of it inside Kitty, smiling as her sphincter tightened around my fingers. (Yes, FINGERS. Three. It took a bit of doing, but Kitty’s ass is now mine for the taking, whenever I wish, and she offers no resistance. The same holds true for Jacqi.) Again, the head of the mechanical dildo slipped into Kitty, but this time I didn’t have it go in as far as it had been set, when in her pussy. After ten minutes of this, Kitty was delirious. She had probably had more orgasms than she could have counted, since her mind was somewhere off in the clouds. I removed the device from her, and with a cool washcloth, cleaned her up. The touch of the cloth made her twitch and moan, both in agony and delight. I slipped the gag from her mouth so she could speak. "Done?" I asked. "Yes, Daddy," she whimpered. "But baby needs her special treat." It was something she often told me when we did our role playing. I nodded and sat down on a rolling chair and scooted under the table. I opened my pants and allowed my very erect self to pop out and graze against Kitty’s lips. But that was all I did. Try as she might, she couldn’t reach me. Her mouth would open, but only her tongue could get to me, and lick the tip of my head. I teased her by wriggling myself back and forth, just out of her reach. "Daddy! Please!" she cried. I stood, and released her from the table, taking my time as I undid the ropes. Well, Kitty fell to her knees on the floor and crawled over to the chair where I had sat back down. Like the good little girl she was, she took care of me, swallowing every drop of me when I came in her mouth. After that, she crawled back to our room to sleep. Her legs (and other parts of her) were too sore for her to stand and walk. The following morning, I went to work late, since I had to make sure my beloved had recovered well enough from her mechanical use the previous night to now enjoy sex in a more conventional manner. Aka: Her on top of me, bouncing up and down while I massaged her breasts and nipples. We were both smiling as I left for the office. Okay, I’m back (Kitty). Yeah, that was a really wild experience. Both Jacqi and I have been strapped down several times since then. But I will always recall that first time as a favorite. I guess Daddy had to let me know he was still in charge. He does that every once in a while. I get a little "too big for my britches" and then I get a well deserved attitude adjustment. Anyway, life continued for us in a state of bliss. Then one morning, I woke up in pain. Labor. It hurt like hell, and not a "good" hurt either. But after Daddy rushing me to the hospital, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, right on Labor Day. (BAD PUN!) For reasons that should be obvious, we will not tell her name or share any pictures. Daddy is SO possessive and worried that he always thinks that some nut-case will try to kidnap her. And honestly, I get worried too. There are lots of crazy folks out there. Okay, I did my "edit" with the talk and type program. It still has some "bugs" to work out, especially since the voice recognition program isn’t too good with accents. Yeah, I am a Southern Girl, after all, and there are times I surprise myself when I hear my voice played back on tape. Right now, baby in now enjoying a bath. Daddy is washing her and playing with her duckies and making soap sculptures with the Mr. Bubble. I can hear them splashing now, giggling and singing silly songs. I guess this ISN’T the sort of ending you expected to this crazy sex-filled story, huh? Well, we just wanted you to know that while a lot of what you read here at this website may be fiction, there is some real stuff too, where people can be happy and have loving relationships. Oops, gotta go. They are calling me to get a towel. ::: Two Weeks Later ::: okay I am back again. it’s kitty. yawl aint gonna believe this shit. after I left off on tha last part, I went to the bathroom and slipt in a puddle of water. broke my damned wrist as I fell. hurt like hell at the time. worst of all, it’s my righ wris, so I can’t type. and you can see that my accent is not makin the words come out right. damn. well, daddy said it’s okay, we can still send the story like it is. baby is asleep. she nursed at my breast for a bedtime snack, and we popped her into bed for the night. she’s over one, and needs to be weaned soon. daddy said it’s no rush since she eats solid food during the day and has my milk at night. I still leak when she cry, but not to bad now thank god. daddys behind me rubbin my shoulders and easing my neck wit his mouth. say something daddy. something funny. so we’re gonna rap this up and send it to the website soon. we got a friend named patty who told us about it. she’s sweet. daddy! stop it! i’m writing! he is now starting to rub more than my shoulders and daddy ummmm ahhhhhhhh daddy ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh mmffllllffffmmmmm {Unrecognized word. Please clarify.} * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 40