As usual I'd like to thank mikothebaby for her brilliant work making this story readable.
The sun had barely risen as my eyes opened on a day that filled me with dread. There was nothing that could happen today that could hurt me very much, but if things didn't go as I wanted, they might still steal a bit of the icing from my cake.
As I stirred preparing to rise, she too awoke and reached for my arm. She pulled it back onto her breasts and very pregnant tummy.
"Let those bastards wait," she said, snuggling in closer to me. "It really doesn't matter to me one way or another. They don't matter, the law doesn't matter, and society doesn't matter. Only the three of us matter. Only you, me and our baby matter. So hold me for a little while longer. Then we'll go and cast our pearls before the swine." I shrugged my shoulders, a gesture that was lost to the darkness and pulled her closer.
Her reaction was to push her ass even further into my crotch. I licked the top of her left ear as I squeezed her milk filled breasts. She lifted her top leg and pulled my perpetually erect penis into her fiery depths.
I pulled her into me slowly and unhurriedly savoring the sensation of sliding in and out of her warm wet tunnel. Then I tensed and she turned to look at me.
"I'm gonna cum," I said. "I'd better pull out." Again she looked at me but this time with the hint of a smile on her lips.
"If you're worried that I might get pregnant, it's too late for that now. So you may as well give your baby its first shower," she smirked.
Later on, after a shower together, as we sat down to eat breakfast, she grabbed my hand. "Barry, we really don't have to go," she said thoughtfully. "What we have is enough. It's far more than I ever hoped for and a thousand times better than what I had." I just nodded.
"We may as well try, though," I said. "I'll get the car."
I must be the biggest bastard on the planet, I thought. I was actually happy. I wouldn't trade my life for anything, despite the facts of its parameters.
Let me explain to you what just happened and you'll see what I mean. I'm single, as in divorced. I've just awakened and had breakfast with the pregnant wife of a man who was once my very best friend. He thought of himself that way all the way until I drove off with her about 18 months ago. The baby growing in her belly is, of course, mine. She wasn't pregnant when we left. I also wasn't fully divorced yet then either.
Her husband, Jay, would probably take her back in a heartbeat, even now. I guess having her around, even after us running off together, would be good for Jay since he's a paraplegic and confined to a wheelchair. I guess he kind of loved her and all. He was always telling everyone how beautiful she is. I guess the fool thought that they'd grow old together and all of that shit. It's kind of funny in a way.
That's the thing Aubrey and I are so nervous about. We're going back to visit Jay today to take our medicine and get everything out in the open. I guess it's kind of a closure thing. Jay is the last person we have to face. The families, both hers and mine, have had the past year and a half to come to terms with our relationship. Her parents have come to respect and even love me, though they'd prefer it if we were married. And my parents loved her on sight despite the fact that I'd literally run off with and impregnated a married woman.
I'm sure right now if you're reading my life story or at least this story about this chunk of my life, you already hate me. You're imagining me as some bastard who wants to run off with your wife or if you're already divorced, as the guy who did. In the back of your mind you're imagining unloading your Glock's entire clip into me after catching me having sex with her in your bed.
In your righteous wrath you're calling me all kinds of motherfuckers aren't you? And if that had been the way that my story played out I'd be right there with you. But before you relegate me to the last circle of hell, why not listen to my story? Why not walk a mile in my shoes before you cast judgment? It can't hurt you and it may actually open your eyes. ' I guess I should probably start in the middle. My name is Barry Allen. A few years after we got married, my wife Iris and I moved into a nice cul-de-sac neighborhood. You've seen them before, a road leads to a dead end and there are a bunch of houses arranged in kind of a circular court. Ours was very nice. It was a mid-scale neighborhood, but very well maintained by people who obviously cared about their property. And since there were only four houses in the cul-de-sac, everyone knew everyone else.
As a matter of fact, they all came over to meet us the day that we moved in. I guess they wanted to make sure that we fit in. And from the beginning, we did. The four couples involved, became over a couple of years, more like an extended family than just neighbors. There was of course Jay Garrick and his wife Aubrey. Jay was the oldest of the guys. He was the only one of us who was forty or over. He was tall and kind of flabby with a receding hairline, but he was all guy. The gossip in the neighborhood was that Jay was a reformed horn dog who'd met his dream woman and married her after only knowing her for a few days. Jay always told me that no matter how much pussy you'd had, when you met the right one it was always special.
There was Wallace West, who we all called Wally, of course. Wally was short and kind of chunky. He also wore big thick glasses and looked every bit like the accountant that he was. Wally's wife, Deborah, was and I assume still is, a school teacher and a very good one.
The last couple was Bart Allen, no relation, and his wife Kristy. Bart and Kristy were both in sales. They apparently met at a convention. They're also the only ones in the neighborhood with kids so far. They have two kids, a boy and a girl, but the whole neighborhood pretty much adopted those kids and used them for practice in our parenting skills.
We all got along great and were always having get-togethers or parties at one house or another. Everything was perfect until after we'd been there for about a year, I noticed that though Jay was still great, in fact he'd pretty much become my best friend, but his wife Aubrey had become a stone cold bitch.
To Wally and to Bart also, it was an interesting thing to talk about. To Jay it was painful, since it seemed that she was also treating her own husband as badly as she treated the rest of us. As the best friend, I had to listen to him whining and moaning about how their sex life had decayed and how she barely even wanted to speak to him, let alone fuck him.
For a horn dog like Jay, I think he could've suffered through her not speaking to him, but not getting any pussy was killing him. The four of us guys got together to support Jay over pizza and beer one Sunday as we watched the football game. Football games were always watched at my house because I had a 60 inch 1080p plasma screen TV.
The worst thing about Aubrey going nuts, as we were calling it, was the fact that Aubrey was without a doubt the hottest wife in the neighborhood. She looked exactly like that Southern Charms girl, Shanna Noelle. She had the same tawny hair falling onto her shoulders. Generous, but not ridiculous breasts that called out for attention on top of a slim waist and legs that were so beautiful that seeing her in shorts or a skirt should be declared a national holiday. Her ass would have to be included on any list of California's greatest natural treasures and if you asked me it would be pretty high up on the list too. Aubrey pretty much made the rest of our wives look bad.
Because of her looks, of course, the rest of the wives were almost happy when she took the train straight into Bitchville. The men on the other hand, as I mentioned had gathered to comfort Jay.
I had proposed that maybe we'd done something at one of the parties to insult her or hurt her feelings. Maybe we'd all laughed too hard at a joke about her. Jay had nixed that idea.
Wally thought that maybe she was going through menopause early or her hormones were out of whack. We all looked at each other, because none of us had any experience in that area, but shit, women were crazy and mysterious even to the men who married them. So it was possible.
Finally it was Bart who said what we'd all really been thinking. As hot as Aubrey was, she was probably fucking someone on the side. Jay loved her even though she was a bitch and his face just fell when Bart suggested it. We all vowed to help him through the crisis in any way we could.
After the summit was over, Jay and I retired to my office. We got on the internet and found a good private detective.
We got weekly reports and videotapes. After two months on the job, the detective quit. He said that as much as he'd loved taking Jay's money, he couldn't in good conscience continue to do it. Jay had paid for round the clock surveillance for two months and Aubrey had never left the house without Jay. She had also never had anyone come over unless Jay was home. She had to be the loneliest woman on the planet.
In the meantime, we read up on menopause and it just seemed like Aubrey at 27 years old was far too young for that. So with our two most promising theories disproved, in our ultimate male wisdom, the four of us just declared Aubrey to simply be a bitch.
I'm sure that Jay was mostly relieved to find out that she wasn't cheating on him. I now know that what Jay should have done from the very beginning was to simply have asked Aubrey what was wrong, but that never occurred to him, or to any of the rest of us for that matter.
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