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Down The Drain
by Danielle (address withheld)

***

A young plumber is called to a house to discover the 
woman of his dreams - pregnant. (MF, reluc, oral, mc, 
preg)

***

It seems like only yesterday I was encountering her 
beautiful round belly and her beautiful milk filled 
jugs that I could not wait to get my hands on and suck 
and then fill up a dome-shaped belly with hot, thick 
streams of cum. Today, I am going to stop some leaky 
eyes, and pump some thick fluid up the beautiful pussy 
of a woman whose marriage just went down the drain.

Mrs. Melanie Moore's house was my first house of the 
day. I was supposed to start working on her pipes at 
ten o' clock, but there was two cancellations and I had 
to start earlier. She had some broken pipes beneath her 
sink, and her husband never had time to fix them. I did 
not know what I was in store for. Her husband had left 
for work at six that morning. 

I arrived at her house on Tuckerberry Avenue. It was a 
small vinyl siding beige colored house- nothing 
immaculate or even that beautiful. The house was just 
perfect for a new couple-, which is what her and her 
husband were. 

I pulled into the drive, wrote down the house number 
and done all of my verifications and even called my 
boss to let him know that I was there. Now, I am a 
plumber, and I know that people normally have their 
first impression of a plumber. They picture this ugly, 
hairy, fat, half-bald guy with sweaty armpits, and half 
of his crack hanging out above the belt of his pants, 
but I am not that type of a plumber. 

I am five feet, eleven inches tall, really good 
physique, and I am rather tanned. I am also thirty-five 
years old and was surprisingly single. I work out at 
the gym on my spare time so I am quite muscular. Ah, 
but listen to me rattle on about myself when I should 
be telling of the experience of a lifetime. Here I was 
at the house that forever sticks in my memory.

When Mrs. Moore opened the door, my jaw nearly dropped 
to the floor, but yet I was strong enough to keep it in 
place and be professional. I had too. There she was, a 
beautiful five feet and five inches tall, long brown 
hair, soft blue eyes, and there only covered by her 
husband's button up shirt was a beautiful round bulging 
baby belly and nice, voluptuous breasts filled with 
warm milk. 

She had a beautiful smile, perfect teeth, and a sweet, 
sleepy attitude. I hoped that she would not look down 
and also that my tool belt would hide the beginning of 
a bulge that I had in my pants just looking at her.

"Hey," she exclaimed sheepishly.

"Hi," I replied as calm as I could be.

"Come on in," she responded. "I didn't expect you this 
early. I apologize. I just got out of bed."

"That's ok, ma'am," I assured her.

"Do you want some coffee?" she asked, yawning.

"No," I replied, thinking to myself that I would only 
want it if the cream in it either came from her breasts 
or her pussy.

Oh, if that woman only knew what I wanted as I stepped 
gently into the sunlit doorway of her small house. Now, 
before I go on any further, pregnancy is a turn-on to 
me. And might I add, a major turn on. Melanie had to be 
about seven or eight months along. I can't help but to 
think that her body is healthy enough and fertile 
enough to produce children and the process it took for 
that beautiful belly to be fat like that. 

The process of that cream filling up her pussy and her 
muscles contracting to grab every small sperm of it 
possible is just almost ecstasy to think of. I also 
can't look over the fact that pregnant women loved to 
get fucked. They always have a good sex drive.

"Where is your kitchen sink?" I asked her.

"It is in here," she replied. "I don't know what 
happened to the stupid pipes. They just busted.'

"Don't worry," I reassured her. "I have it under 
control."

She led me to a nice, small kitchen with soaked towels 
spread on the floor. I kicked them aside and opened up 
the cabinet underneath the sink and saw the unsightly 
pipes. I reached under the sink and began loosening 
them and examining them. They would need to be 
replaced. She disappeared into the back of the house 
without noticing me watch her fine ass as she dragged 
herself down the hall. I ran out to my van to get the 
pipes I would need to replace hers. All I could think 
about out at my van was sitting her upon that sink and 
licking that oozing pussy, then gently bending her over 
her couch in the dining room fucking her and satisfying 
her sexual hunger.

What a pervert, I thought to myself. She is married and 
so sweet. How could you think that, you fool?

I went back inside with the tools and the pipes that I 
needed to replace Melanie's. I lay on my back on the 
floor and slid myself under the sink to do my work. 
About five minutes into my work, there came that 
gorgeous creation in the same shirt standing over my 
body bent over with the top open up enough that I could 
see just the top of those delicious filled jugs when I 
leaned up.

"Would you like something to drink? I have tea?" she 
asked.

Was this little bitch trying to tease me or what? I 
answered her question with a quick no, as I watched her 
pretty legs step over me and carry on about her way. 

"Ok," she replied. "I will be back in the back if you 
need anything."

She had no clue what I needed. I needed some of that 
warm milk oozing out of those pert wide nipples onto my 
tongue. I continued on, halfway focused on busted pipes 
and halfway focused on that beautiful pregnant body. I 
needed my eight-inch cock slipping in and out of that 
wet pussy with those muscles throbbing and a baby only 
centimeters away from my hard cock. I needed Melanie's 
beautiful mouth wetting my cock as it slid up and down 
it with me gazing at her glowing cheeks and her 
beautiful sky-blue eyes.

Ok, Brent, get back to work, I kept thinking to myself. 
For the next twenty minutes or so, I tried hard to keep 
focused on pipes, valves, and wrenches and other things 
only beneath a kitchen sink. I quickly wiped them down 
and then mopped her floor looking around to make sure 
that she wasn't in the room. I figured that would help 
her since she was a stay-at-home new mom. I set the mop 
aside. Then, I turned the water back on with the 
cabinets opened so that I could see if any water was 
leaking and if I needed to do any extra adjustments. My 
work was finished. Brand new pipes installed and not 
one single leak. I pulled the bill out of my back 
pocket and wrote down what had been done, what parts I 
used, totaled that up, and then I added what she or her 
husband owed for my labor and service call.

I looked in the living room, and she was not there. I 
looked in the dining room, Melanie was not there 
either. Where was she? I called her.

"Mrs. Moore," I called.

She came out of the bedroom and on down the hall 
brushing her hair. I handed her the bill. Her eyes grew 
wide with a look of dismay and worry. She then began 
shaking her head and lifted her small hand to her 
mouth.

"Ma'am, I know that you don't understand why the price 
is rather high on your bill. May I explain why, in 
itemized detail, why the bill is what it is?"

She nodded with her hand still up in front of her 
mouth. I proceeded to go into a bit of detail on what 
is charged for labor, service calls, her pipes, and 
basically everything that was listed.

"That is not the problem. I understand the bill 
perfectly. I just don't know how my husband and I are 
going to pay this amount. This is more than he makes in 
one week and I wish I had this money and hand it to 
you. With a baby and all, money is so tight for us," 
she said. "Is there anyway I can pay it in monthly 
notes?"

My mind went to clicking. I didn't know at that exact 
moment how to handle her crisis the way I wanted it 
handled. What could I say to her, I began thinking. 

"Alright, Melanie- may I call you that?" I asked.

Almost crying, she nodded quickly. 

"Oh, please don't cry," I begged her. "We can figure 
out something, besides you are too beautiful to cry."

She smiled a little. 

"Do you have any milk?" I asked as I placed my hand on 
my chest.

"She looked down at her breasts and then placed her 
hand on her own chest.

"Well, they started producing last week, but I don't 
know if I am willing to go that far for this bill."

"You don't understand, Melanie, that is not it."

"Sir, it would be hard enough to give you my milk, but 
to go any further than that would be completely against 
my vows."

I start laughing because she completely misunderstands 
and she then starts breaking down.

"O.K, I will do this, but please stop laughing and you 
can't breathe a word to anyone that I did this for 
you."

Melanie turned around and walked in her bedroom, still 
clad in her husbands button-up shirt and loose jogging 
shorts. I was reluctant to follow her because I had 
never done this before and then again I was horny as 
hell standing there looking at her round belly, her 
enormous, milk filled titties, and her long brown hair. 
I walked down the hall about ten feet behind her. She 
turned and went swiftly into her bedroom. 

I paused a moment, took a deep breath and went on down 
the hall. To my amazement, as I turned into the room, 
there lay Melanie on her and her husband's bed. Her 
shirt was open exposing her beautiful large areoles, 
her perfect dome shaped belly, and oh, my heavens, her 
shaved opening. 

What hurt me a bit was that she put her pillow over her 
face to hide the shame of having sex with another man. 
That did not stop me, I was already thinking with the 
wrong head. As I was pulling my pants down, my cell 
phone fell out of my pocket. What a wonderful idea, I 
thought. I picked up my phone and snapped a few 
pictures of her legs open wide, waiting for my cock. I 
then dropped my phone, and then proceeded to crawl and 
mount. My eyes rolled back as my cock went into her 
pussy. It was hot and wet and somewhat beautifully 
shallow. At this point, I didn't care if I pleased her. 
She was my fantasy. I was getting what I wanted. 

As, my humping proceeded to get faster in that pussy, I 
reached up there, grabbed that fucking pillow off of 
her beautiful face.

"Look at me, bitch," I aggressively exclaimed, "you are 
already committing the perfect sin, and you might as 
well enjoy my big cock up in there."

I slapped her titty slightly to get her attention, and 
then milk just began oozing, my throbbing dick got 
harder and I could not get my mouth on her nipple fast 
enough to catch that sweet creamy milk. As I sucked 
them, she started moaning. I could feel the muscles in 
her pussy contracting and constricting my large cock. I 
knew that she was having multiple orgasms. 

I was so torn at that moment between the two most 
beautiful places on her body. I didn't know if I wanted 
to keep sucking her warm milk out of those beautiful 
titties, or keep fucking that hot, wet cunt she had. 
Damn! I was having the best time I had ever had. She 
was enjoying it too. She had several more orgasms. I 
kept pumping her full of my cock until my excitement 
overwhelmed me. I could not hold off any longer. I 
asked her where she wanted my hot cum to go. She 
couldn't bear to allow my cock out of her pussy. 

"Just keep going! she cried. "Just keep going!"

She was in the middle of what seemed like her sixth 
orgasm and her eyes were rolling back and her head was 
tilted as far back as it could go. I released hot globs 
of cum into her throbbing pussy where her cervix lay 
waiting. If she hadn't have been pregnant, when I got 
through with her, she damn well would have been. As I 
quivered my last drop of cum into her. I pulled out and 
started toward the door feeling a bit guilty now as the 
blood got to the right head. But what startled me is 
what she said as she sat up in bed as I was pulling up 
my pants.

"When and how many more payments do I owe you?"

"I will be in touch,"I said, sternly. 

About two months later after she had her baby, I called 
her again from my work number. She remembered exactly 
who I was.

"I guess I owe you another payment," she said 
naughtily.

"You are right you owe some more. When is the best time 
that I can come and collect my payment?"

"About 7 am," she said, "but my husband has not even 
touched me since you and I did it. My six weeks have 
just passed."

"That's fine," I told her. "I'll be more than happy to 
open your beautiful pussy back up and get some fresh 
milk."

"But, Brent," she said.

I stopped her in mid-sentence.

"You do want those pipes to stay under the sink don't 
you? I still have your bill in my truck."

I had paid for it myself about a week after my escapade 
with her, but she didn't know that. I still kept her 
yellow carbon copy in my wallet, however.

"O.K." she said, surrendering. 

"Great, then I will be right over."

I went over to her house. She met me at the door in a 
white t-shirt, no bra, and a little pair of jogging 
pants. Those tits were still beautiful and enlarged. I 
barged my way in and closed the door behind me. I took 
her by the hair of her head and pulled her in to me for 
a deep kiss and caressed gently over her titties, and 
then forced my hand down her jogging pants and started 
fingering her pussy.

"Have you missed me, Melanie," I whispered in her ear.

"Y-yeh... yes," she stammered.

"Good," I whispered back.

We went off to her bed where we had made passionate 
love before. She reached into the drawer beside her bed 
after she had taken off all of her clothes. She pulled 
out a condom that her doctor had given her for 
protection. I took it from her and reached in my wallet 
and pulled out her bill. She took it.

"What is this?" she asked.

"I thought we were trading things. You are going to 
give me a condom and I am going to give you the bill," 
I said.

Tears started swelling up in her eyes as she traded the 
bill back for the condom.

She tried to explain to me that she didn't want another 
child this soon after she had the baby.

"What the hell are you talking about, Melanie? You know 
that you can't get pregnant while breast-feeding a 
child," I told her.

Her eyes lit back up a little. 

"Oh, ok, she said as she lay back down on the bed. I 
removed my clothes. I crawled up on top of her 
beautiful body. I began sucking the sweet, thick milk 
out her right breast then I alternated to her left 
breast. She began moaning so softly. As I was getting 
my milk, I reached down and began fingering the soft 
lips of her pussy. She was unbelievably wet. She was 
going to leave a wet spot before I even got started. 
This was enough for me. I had to get my cock into her 
pussy. I backed up and thrust myself into her. Her eyes 
rolled back and it was as if I were two times my own 
size. 

She immediately orgasmed off of one single penetration. 
I had her. The more that I fucked her the more she 
moaned. I didn't know how long I could hold off on 
unleashing loads of cum into her waiting womb the more 
that I thought about getting her pregnant with my child 
and how she would have to explain to her husband that 
it was his baby. It only seemed like two minutes and I 
shot long, hot streams of cum into her. I knew that she 
would be pregnant with my child in a matter of hours.

We got up to go clean up. We took a shower together. I 
loved watching her close her eyes and tilt her head 
back up under the warm water. Seeing the water run down 
over those beautiful milk-filled breasts made my cock 
keep a hard-on. Then I looked on down at her just-
flattened womb and my cock rose even harder as I 
thought that my child was in there and it would be no 
time that that beautiful belly would be growing again 
and those beautiful titties would stay full of milk. I 
leaned over and began caressing her titties as the 
water run down in between us. I pulled her to me, 
kissed her and I had to have some more milk. 

I leaned down and picked each of them up as I fondled 
her nipples simultaneously. They were big enough that I 
could put them together and suck them both at the same 
time. I placed them together, and just as I did her 
milk began running out of them so easily as the warm 
water ran over them. I began sucking them and her head 
went back again. She wanted more. She reached down and 
started stroking my cock. 

It was an unbelievable feeling to suck milk out of her 
tits in a shower as she stroked my cock. I had to have 
her again. I turned her around and she grasped the 
knobs of the shower as she bent over just enough where 
I could penetrate that beautiful pussy again. I began 
plunging my cock in and out of her pussy as she moaned 
and begged me for more. As I was dumping my load into 
her for the second time, the handle she was grasping so 
tightly began cracking and leaking. Lucky for her, I 
knew how to pack and fix things. After we got dressed, 
I went out to my vehicle, got the tools and supplies 
that I needed and done a quick repair on her shower. 

As I got finished, I turned to see her standing in the 
doorway in nothing but a towel, I looked her up and 
down, and there running down her leg was my cum. To my 
utter amazement, my cock got hard again at just the 
sight of it. So, I get up, pull my pants down and turn 
her and bend her over in the doorway and after what 
seemed like an eternity of pounding her, I finally bust 
my third load of the day. My dick instantly falls soft. 
She left to go and freshen up in the half bathroom of 
her bedroom. I started packing my tools. Just as I was 
heading down the hallway after a full day of fucking 
and fixing, a young skinny, lanky guy walks in the 
door. I knew immediately it must be her husband. 

"You have a great day, sir, your shower is now good as 
new," I quickly told him.

"My shower?" he asked, confused. "What was wrong with 
it?"

"You had a leaking valve I had to replace," I told him. 

Depressingly, he asked, "Well, how much do I owe you 
for it?"

"It won't be as much as the kitchen sink was, but I 
will have to tally it up for you as soon as I put my 
tools away."

I walked out of the front door. As I walked out, 
Melanie came and met her husband in the living room 
with a hug and a kiss.

"What happened to the shower?" he asked.

"I slipped and almost fell and caught myself on the 
knobs and broke it," she replied. "I am lucky he came 
straight out."

I knocked on the door and her husband answered and 
asked how bad was his bill. After presenting the bill, 
he asked me if I would hold another check like I am 
still holding the last one. 

"I am sorry, sir, I cannot hold this check. I am 
already holding one and my boss is fussing," I told 
him. "You will have to take care of this one, Mr. 
Moore."

As her husband walked into the kitchen to get himself a 
beer, he told her to pay me. As Melanie dug deep into 
her purse to get her last dollars to pay me, she gave 
me the most gruesome look. As I took the money with my 
right hand, my left hand reached under and grabbed her 
pussy. It made a noticeable wet spot which I knew was 
my cum. If her husband had not been there, she would 
have got a fourth dose of baby cream. As I turned to 
leave, her husband walked back in with his beer, and I 
told them that I would be back in a month to check for 
leaks at no charge.

"If you need me before them," I said as I looked 
Melanie in the eye, "Call me. You have my number."

***

The days and weeks flew by quick for Melanie, until the 
day I showed up and her husbands truck was there, so I 
came back the next day. When I got there, I knocked and 
Melanie answered the door in her typical morning attire 
of her husband's dress shirt and her panties, but she 
was holding a towel and was ghost white. I asked her 
what was wrong. She claimed she was extremely nauseated 
and had been throwing up for the last week. That was 
why her husband apparently had used up all of his 
vacation time to stay home and take care of her and the 
baby. How nice he was, I thought, to take care of her 
and my growing baby. 

 "I can't do this now. I am just too sick, she told me. 
"My period is supposed to be starting and I think that 
either this is just a stomach virus along with my PMS."

Not knowing what to say, I agreed to come back in a 
week. But things for Melanie didn't change much. Her 
"stomach virus" lessened, but her period never came. 
The following Monday when I came back, I knocked. She 
opened the door. She was worried about her missing 
period. I advised her that her sickness and everything 
was probably just her stress, and that it was common to 
miss her period after having a baby and while 
breastfeeding. I told her that I had a girlfriend that 
missed her period because of the same thing. That made 
her feel somewhat better. I handed her her money back 
and tells her and told her that I would much rather her 
pay in installments. With her hurting for money the way 
they were, she easily accepted it and smiled. She also 
thanked me. 

"Have you had any problem with your plumbing lately?" I 
asked her.

"No," she replied. "No problems other than my own."

"Then would you be willing to pay me my third 
installment?" I asked.

She looked at me and told me that she wished that I 
would not call it an installment and that I made her 
sound so cheap. I readily agreed to stop doing so, but 
I didn't see it that way. So, I walked over to her and 
began rubbing and caressing her face. I kissed her. As 
I began kissing her, I started caressing her breasts. 
Once again, we went back into her room and we fucked 
again as we had done times before. I plunged my cock 
once again in and out of her pussy and it felt so good 
since I knew my baby was in there. As I was popping my 
second nut in it, my cell phone rang. It was an 
emergency service call on Eleventh Street. I had to go.

Work kept me busy over the next few weeks. Service call 
after service call. It seemed as if every time I turned 
on Tuckerberry Avenue to go and see the mother of my 
baby, my phone would ring. Finally, a break and I got 
to go see her, but I was not greeted very kindly this 
time. As she answered the door to my knocking, she 
immediately held out a pregnancy test with a positive 
reading.

"There is nothing wrong with the plumbing," she scolded 
me. "I trusted you. I know this isn't my husband's 
baby. He wears protection religiously."

"Are you sure its mine?" I asked. "Condoms break, you 
know."

"I do know and I also know that they don't work if you 
don't wear them, Brent," she replied. All I could do is 
ask her what she wanted me to do. She told me nothing 
that I had done enough. So, I turned and left. I did 
not see her and my baby for nine months.

After about a year of not seeing her, I decided to take 
a risk. I had to see her and my baby. So, I snuck over 
and busted, quickly and quietly, an outside faucet. 

Her husband walked outside the next morning to go to 
work and immediately discovers my damage. He gets on 
the phone and calls me. I told him I would be there 
within an hour. He thanked me and then calls his wife 
as he is backing out of the driveway to inform her that 
I would be fixing the outside faucet. She quickly 
wanted to call a different plumber to see if one could 
come quicker. He told her no, that I would be there 
within the hour and was probably on my way. 

I arrived at their house. Melanie frowned when she 
answered the door.

"I understand that you have a broken faucet outside. 
Your husband just called me," I calmly told her. 

She was dressed in her nightly attire: her husband's 
button up dress shirt, and a pair of boxers this time.

"And how are your babies," I asked her with a little 
smirk.

"They are fine," she told me.

I went outside fixed the pipe and come back inside and 
reached out to touch her tit and she pushed my hand 
away. 

"Don't you think you have done enough damage," she 
angrily questioned me.

I pulled out my cell phone and scrolled to the few 
pictures that I snapped of her beautiful pussy that I 
got the first time I fucked her. I held the camera in 
front of her with her picture on it of her dripping 
pussy and her legs open wide.

"I could do more if you don't let me see my baby and 
let me have some milk," I cockily told her.

Her hand went to her mouth and her eyes swelled red 
with tears. She then led me to a room at the back of 
her house and there, lying in the crib, was a beautiful 
brown-haired girl fast asleep. She was beautiful and 
resembled me somewhat. I almost cried.

I reached out and put my arm around Melanie, walked up 
behind her and whispered in her ear. "She looks like 
us, doesn't she? How did it feel carrying my baby?"

"It felt good," she said so innocently.

There was nothing to be said. 

"So, can I have some milk, Mama," I whispered in her 
ear as I reached down and started caressing the end of 
her wet nipple. Her head went back against my shoulder 
and she closed her eyes. We walked back to her bedroom 
and I gently kissed her neck as I unbuttoned so slowly, 
the buttons on her husband's shirt and I made my way 
down her chest with my tongue and lips and curved the 
path onto those beautiful titties. 

I started on her right breast sucking it and getting my 
fill of its sweet creamy milk and I sucked and then 
began on the other one. I loved the feeling of its 
sweet cream gushing on my tongue with every suck I gave 
it. I then began kissing and licking on down her 
stomach that I would fill up again. Her beautiful legs 
were open so wide as I made my way on down to her 
bikini line. I reached her pussy. 

Again, it was so wet and so beautiful. She moaned and 
her body rose up off of the bed as I began stroking her 
clit with my tongue. I began flicking it really fast 
which sent her to extreme heights of pleasure. She was 
almost screaming with pleasure and ecstasy. I quickly 
undressed myself to reveal to her my eight-inch cock 
and I plunged it immediately into her waiting pussy. I 
stroked back and forth so rapidly and so deep. I was 
hitting that cervix with every stroke so it seemed. 

She grabbed my sides so tight and pulled me into her 
deeper. I reached up and grabbed those beautiful jugs 
and started squeezing them as I fucked her so hard. 
More milk gushed out the end of those huge brown 
nipples and oozed down on my hands and fingers. I stuck 
my fingers in her mouth, and she sucked every single 
drop of it off of my hands. I plugged her pussy harder 
and faster and deeper until I just could not stand it 
any longer. I immediately shot long, hot streams of cum 
up into her womb again filling it up. 

If carrying around my first child felt so good to her, 
that bitch was going to carry one around a second one. 
I told her to tell her husband once again that she'd be 
paying me in installments. I knew that little pregnant 
slut wanted my big cock. I knew from the way her pussy 
was so tight that her husband wasn't worth a shit. I 
know that little fucker had to shoot a long way for 
that sperm to penetrate her beautiful egg. With me, 
them little bastards didn't have far to swim. I knew 
from the look in her eyes and the way that they rolled 
back with each stroke that she had never had a cock 
penetrate her as big as mine. She was so innocent and 
beautiful and she would be pregnant soon with my second 
child. Those beautiful jugs hanging on her chest would 
stay full of milk and that dome shaped belly would have 
my child floating around in it soon. She was a baby-
making machine and I knew it. I wanted her so bad. I 
wanted that pregnant pussy to have my cock shoved up in 
it. 

Melanie had my second child nine months later. In that 
time, her husband invited me over for beers, barbecues, 
and picnics and even to just come and spend his time 
off with her and my child. He wanted me to come to the 
hospital when she had my baby. I could not turn that 
opportunity down. I wanted to be the one in there 
cutting the cord on my own baby, and seeing that 
pregnant pussy completely open up and that child come 
out of it, but I stayed outside in the waiting room 
thinking of how beautiful it was just to be able to 
create that baby with her. 

From the way, Melanie's husband treated me with the 
beers, barbeques, and picnics, and just things he told 
me, I knew that he must not have had too many friends, 
and he was a little pussy. I also realized the more I 
watched Melanie with my babies and her without her 
husband even realizing things, I was falling in love 
with her. I wanted her. 

I knew that I could be the man that she needed. I knew 
how to do things. I had gotten her pregnant with my 
children. She loved my cock. I wondered the more I was 
around her if she loved me. I never caught her staring 
at me, or I never caught any underlying messages or 
emotions of mutual affection or reciprocated feelings. 
After my second child with her, I did not want to get 
caught. I didn't want Melanie to be mad at me nor did I 
want to be the cause of a good marriage to come to an 
end. So, I decided to quit trying to make passes at 
her. I quit fondling her breasts and touching her pussy 
when her husband was out of the room. 

Mr. Moore tried to set me up with other women, because 
he didn't want me to spend the rest of my life without 
someone, but I knew that they would never be as good as 
Melanie. A year passed. Yesterday, I got a call from 
her. This wasn't a service call. Mr. Moore left Melanie 
because the bills got to be to high after the idiot 
quit his job. Today, I need to go stop up some leaky 
eyes and pump some fluids up the beautiful pussy of a 
woman whose marriage just went down the drain.

END

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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. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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