Although I have written this story to stand alone, you may want to read my first submission, A Soldier's Story, to get the historical perspective.
I was born in November of 1969 in a small town in Vermont. At the time of my birth, my father was fighting a war in Southeast Asia. He had no idea that I had been born; in fact he didn't even know mom was pregnant. So when he got home from the war, he had a little surprise waiting for him, Terrance, Jr.
At the time, Mom was living with Grandma. Uncle Freddy (who later married Grandma) lived close by. Uncle Freddy was a plumber and could build and fix anything in the world.
Dad had been drafted into the U.S. Army in September of 1968. When Dad came home for Christmas leave, he and mom ran off to Maryland and got married. They got back two days later and my Grandma and Uncle Freddy wanted to kill them, but they came to accept the marriage. This was especially so later, when Mom announced that she was pregnant.
My Dad didn't have any family. His Father had died when he was very young and his Mother passed away shortly before he was drafted. Grandma and Uncle Freddy had taken care of him when his Mother worked and when she died they were his only family.
Dad told us that he had been in love with Mom for as long as he could remember. She was two years older than him but that never bothered them. When he was drafted, they decided that they would marry. Grandma and Uncle Freddy wanted them to wait, but they couldn't.
Mom told us that Dad came home the weekend before he shipped out to Southeast Asia. About 6 weeks later, Mom announced to Grandma and Uncle Freddy that she was expecting.
The strange thing was that Grandma was also pregnant. At the time Grandma was only 37 years old. It seems that she and Uncle Freddy wanted to start a family. They were married a short time later.
Grandma gave birth in August of 1969 to a beautiful little blonde girl they named Sally. Thus, when I was born my "Aunt" Sally was three months old.
Mom and Grandma ran a restaurant in the city not far from us. They were both graduates of a culinary institute in Chicago. They moved here and bought the restaurant just before Sally was born.
Sally and I grew up together. Grandma and Uncle Freddy lived two houses away. Mom and Grandma would take care of us while the other one was at the restaurant.
We went to nursery school and Elementary School together. We also went to the same high school, but were only in a few classes together.
I was closer with Sally than with any of my siblings. I had two younger sisters and one brother; Sally had one younger brother. We treated them like the little children that we knew they were.
When Dad got out of the Army, he attended a university close by, finally getting his doctorate in Astro-physics.
Uncle Freddy said, "We always knew that Big Terry had his head in the clouds but now his head is in the stars."
Dad went on to teach at the State University eventually ending up a full professor.
When Sally and I were eight years old, her father, Uncle Freddy was killed in a car accident. Sally and I cried in each other's arms for weeks. Grandma, and Mom and Dad sold their houses and bought one big enough for all of us. Then, we were all together.
Mom died from a brain tumor, when I was fourteen, The loss really destroyed me. I became unruly and started to run with an ugly crowd. I wouldn't listen to anyone and school was of no importance.
For about a year, I was uncontrollable. I don't know what would have happened to me, if it hadn't been for Sally. She never gave up on me. Finally, with her help I found my way home and realized that I wasn't being punished by some malevolent god.
I got back to school and my studies and after graduation went to a University out of state. Sally went to the university Dad taught at. For the first time Sally and I were separated.
We missed each other terribly, talking on the phone as much as possible. Actually, until Dad had a fit about the phone bill and then we would hold off for a while.
Sally would write letters to me all the time. The letters would go on for pages. But, I am the worse letter writer in the world. I probably wrote one letter to five of hers.
At the university, I dated some and then met a beautiful blonde girl named Eileen. We dated for a couple of years. She came home with me a few times. Eileen and Sally got on wonderfully. A year after I graduated, we married.
Sally majored in marketing and went on to get an MBA. She got a job with a major marketing company and quickly rose through the ranks.
At school she met a really nice guy named Erik and they married after she graduated. The four of us got along wonderfully. We often double dated and even went on vacations together.
I had studied mechanical engineering and went to work for a major international construction company. As part of my job, I did quite a lot of traveling.
Eileen was an elementary school teacher. Being away so much did nothing for my marriage. Eileen finally told me that she had met someone else. He was also a teacher and was always there for her. We separated and divorced. It was rather amicable and we actually remained friendly.
After the divorce, I threw myself into my work, as I look back I think that I was affected by the divorce more than I would admit. I didn't see much of my family and nothing of Sally. I thought that she has Erik and didn't need to worry about me. I spent much of my time traveling all over the world and lost touch with everyone.
About two years later, I was on an extended stay in London, working on the Thames Barrier. It was interesting work and kept me busy.
I did a little dating, nothing steady. I reasoned that I didn't want to get into a relationship and ruin it because I would never be home. In reality, I just wasn't interested in any of the women that I met.
I had been in London for about six months, when I got a phone call from Sally. She was in London on a business conference and wondered if I would be free to meet sometime in the next few days. She sounded different. She was distant and cold.
Of course, I said I would be free any time she wanted. I wanted to see her that night, but she put me off and we set a date for two days later.
I sat down and it hit me, she was hurt and angry that I had cut off all contact with her after my divorce. I had been only thinking about myself and not about anyone else. I felt terrible and decided that I would try to make it up to her while she was here.
Two days later, we met for tea. I couldn't believe what I saw. Sally was dressed in a very austere dark suit. She was not wearing any make-up. Usually she never needed it as her natural coloring was, in my mind, beautiful. Now, however, she looked pale, almost washed out. Her hair was pulled back in a severe bun. She looked at least ten years older.
What had happened to that free easygoing, happy girl that I knew and loved?
As I approached her, she held out her hand. We SHOOK HANDS. No hug, no kiss, we just shook hands. She sort of smiled and said "Terrance, it's so good to see you, how have you been?"
"TERRANCE???" ... Sally had never caller me Terrance, not even when we fought as children. I was in shock, I had hurt her more than I realized.
We sat down at a table and ordered tea. As soon as the waiter left, I said, "Sally, I am so sorry. I have been a complete bastard and I only thought of myself, I..."
"Terrance" she interrupted and said, "There is nothing to apologize about, I fully understand. You went through a divorce and needed time. It's okay."
The tea came and we made small talk about the family. Nothing personal, nothing intimate, nothing close.
I tried to ask her about her life, how Erik was and what she was doing in London. She evaded all of my questions. Just talking about the flight, the weather and the conference.
After an awkward half hour, she told me that she had a meeting to go to and had to leave. Again we shook hands and parted. I didn't know how long she would be in London and I didn't even know where she was staying. Her answer to my question was "Not too far from here."
I was devastated. I had lost Sally. I had thrown away the most wonderful relationship I had ever had. I had hurt her so badly. I walked back to my apartment in a daze. That night was just about the worst of my life. I couldn't sleep. I just kept pacing around my apartment all night. I hadn't felt this bad over my divorce.
I finally decided that I was not going to accept this situation and I was going to make amends for what I did. I would at least try to make thing better. Maybe I couldn't get things back to where they had been, but I was going to try.
I made some phone calls and found the conference she was attending and then found where she was staying. As the conference was only on for three more days, I had to work fast. I called my job and took the rest of the week off.
First I called her room. Sally answered, she was surprised to hear me. She told me that she had an important business dinner to attend and we wouldn't be able to meet me tonight. She was not sure if she would be able to see me before she went back to the states. But, it was nice to see me and wished me well.
I decided to stake out her hotel and even if I had to kidnap her, I would find a way to talk to her, to try to make things better.
At around 8:00 pm I was walking to her hotel. I saw Sally come out of a restaurant, alone. She was walking very straight and deliberately, like someone who had a bit too much to drink and didn't want anyone to know.
I approached her and said, "Sally?"
She was startled to see me and said, "Terrance, what are you doing here?"
"Looking for you," I answered.
She looked at me and said, "Well you have found me, but I really have to be going."
I stood in front of her and very quietly said, "No, Sally, you are not going to leave before I talk to you."
She sneered and snapped, "So after all of this time YOU want to talk? Well I don't think I want to hear anything you have to say. I'm going."
I grabbed her arm and started to walk toward the river pulling her along with me.
She said in a very stern voice, "Terrance, let me go at once. If you don't; I will start screaming and calling for the police. I will have you arrested!"
"Do it. Scream. Have me arrested. Have me thrown in jail. I don't care. I really don't care if you do. But, I will keep coming back and trying to talk to you and you will have to have me arrested again and again. I am not going to stop until you listen."
She sneered at me again and said, "Well if it's that important to you, I guess I can waste a couple of minutes."
We walked to the banks of the Thames in silence. I stopped at the river and turned to her.
She looked at me and snipped, "For someone who wants to talk, you are not saying too much. What is it that is so important for you to tell me."
I was lost, I didn't know what to say. The speech that I had been rehearsing all day just didn't fit.
I looked at her with tears in my eyes and said, "Sally, I'm sorry, please forgive me. Please forgive me."
She gave me a cold smile and said, "Terrance, there is nothing to forgive, you have done nothing to hurt me. You mustn't feel bad. Don't get all emotional. We have to be strong. Our emotions only get in the way. We can't let anything or anyone hurt us. You must learn to be strong and not allow your feelings to get in the way. They only cause problems and cause hurt. But by being strong we won't allow ourselves to be hurt..."
As she talked her voice got louder and more shrill, until she was screaming at me. She just went on and on about being strong and not allowing anyone to hurt us.
It was like a surreal movie. I wasn't ever sure that she was seeing me. I grabbed her and shook her, but she just went on with her tirade. I yelled her name, but she didn't seem to hear me. She just kept on screaming out. I finally slapped her across the face.
She looked at me. Her eyes were wide with surprise.
"Sally ... Sally, are you alright?" I asked.
She looked at me, then she fell into my arms and began to weep, deep, sorrowful sobs. She held on to me sobbing. "Oh, Terry, Terry, Terry ... everything has gone wrong, nothing in my life is worth anything ... everything has fallen apart. What am I going to do?"
I held her tightly in my arms. Holding her body close to mine. "Tell me Sally ... tell me what's wrong." I whispered.
"Everything in my life is gone. There is nothing I can do. Everything I touch turns to dust. I don't know what I'm going to do. Erik left me. He told me that the only reason that he married me was to convince his family he wasn't gay. Now he met someone and he came out. He doesn't care anymore.
"You weren't anywhere to be found and even when I talked to you, it was like you were on a different world. I just want the hurt to go away" She wept
I held her tight. I didn't know about Erik, I had so completely cut my self off from her.
"Oh, Sally ... Sally, I am so sorry. I should have been there like you were there for me. I'm so, so sorry" I told her.
"Oh, Terry, just hold me. Everything is always all right when I am in your arms. I always feel so good when you hold me ... I love you." She sobbed.
We stood on the bank of the Thames and held each other tightly. Not wanting to let go. To just go on holding each other forever.
I sobbed, "Oh god, Sally ... I had no idea, I'm sorry ... I'm so sorry."
"Oh, Terry, Terry, I need you so much. You could always make things better. I needed you when everything went wrong ... but you weren't there. I didn't know what to do." She cried.
I just kept whispering, "I'm so sorry."
Slowly we both started to calm down. I looked down at her and saw that her face was wet with her tears. I began to kiss her face, trying to kiss away her tears. Just small, light, soft kisses.
She lifted her face and I softly kissed her lips. I could taste the alcohol on her lips and smell it on her breath.
After a moment she began to return my kisses and the kisses became longer and longer. She opened her mouth and I felt her tongue on my lips.
I opened my mouth and her tongue entered and caressed my tongue. I pushed my tongue into her and explored her mouth.
When our kiss broke off. Sally said in a slurred voice, "Don't leave me Terry. Stay with me tonight."
"Don't worry, my love, I'll stay with you." I answered.
We walked back to Sally's hotel arm in arm. She stumbled a couple of times, but I held on to her.
When we got to her suite and closed the door after us, Sally pulled me into her and we passionately kissed.
She whispered, "Terry, I want you," as her lips once again met mine. She pulled me into the bedroom.
I lay her on the bed and she began to unbutton her blouse. Her eyes glazed over and her hands stopped moving, she had passed out. I finished unbuttoning her blouse and removed it. I then unzipped her skirt and removed that also.
I pulled up the sheet and blanket and covered her. I got up, went to the bedroom door, shut off the light and closed the door.
In the suite's living room, I took off my jacket and shirt and stretched out on the couch. I fell asleep a short time later.
I awoke to the sounds of someone showering and then moving around in the bedroom. I got up and put my shirt on.
I was sitting on the couch when Sally came out. She was again dressed in a dark suit. Her hair was pulled back in the same bun. She was a bit startled to see me.
"Terry, you stayed..." she said.
"I told you I would stay with you." I answered.
Her face became hard and she slowly said, "You didn't touch me, did you?"
"No, I didn't." I answered
She slowly turned away, it seemed that she was going to explode. She whispered, "I guess, I made a fool of myself, last night."
"I don't take advantage of drunk women," I said softly.
She spun to face me and said very deliberately, "And what if I had been sober; last night?"
I looked at her and quietly said, "Then I would have made love to you all night long."
Her whole body softened, like all of the tension drained from her. She slowly walked toward me held her arms out and quietly said, "Terry, I'm not drunk now."
I rushed into her and wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me. I kissed her face, her neck, her cheek, I just kept kissing her.
Finally, I found her lips and mashed mine into hers. Open mouthed, tongues dancing and caressing. The repressed passion that had been boiling in us now exploded, and we were being carried away.
We tore each other's clothes off and threw them to the floor. I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. She reached up and unpinned her hair and it fell onto her shoulders. Once again, I laid her on the bed. This time, however, I got onto the bed with her.
She was still wearing her bra and panties and I had my boxers on.
I was caressing her breasts through the bra as I was kissing the tops of them. She reached back and unhooked the bra and I pulled it off. I reached down and started to remove her panties. Sally lifted her hips to make it easier.
I lifted myself off of her and removed my boxers. For the first time in my adult life I looked at Sally's body. Everything seemed to stop for me. I just stared at her. Looking at her face, the way her golden hair cascaded over the pillow, her beautiful breasts, her flat stomach and round hips. She didn't shave her pubic hair, but kept it neatly trimmed. Her legs were long and shapely.
I couldn't believe how beautiful she was. I was mesmerized by her.
I kept saying, "Oh, Sally; Oh, Sally." over and over.
I lay down next to her.
She grabbed me and mashed her lips to mine. I opened my mouth and forced my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues met and explored each other's mouth.
My hand went to her breast and I caressed it. My fingers fondled her nipple, as it grew stiff. I moved down and took the nipple into my mouth. I sucked Sally's breast. I kissed it. I licked it.
Ever so slowly I kissed my way down her body, until I reached the top of the golden triangle. I nuzzled my face in her pubic hair.
I moved lower and Sally spread her legs, opening her vagina to me. I immediately began to kiss and lick the lips of her vagina. I peeled them apart and lick the petals of the flower therein.
Sally gasped and pushed her hips into my face. Her hands gripped my head holding it to her pelvis.
Sally was so wet. Her juice oozed from her and I licked it up with relish. I then licked up to the top of her vagina moving the clitoral hood aside with my tongue and attacking the firm and erect nubbin.
Sally gasped and began to push my head into her. She moaned and as I continued to minister to her. She stiffened and began to shake and tremble. Sally was beginning to orgasm.
I increase my sucking and licking and she screamed and her body arced and she yelled, "Oh Terry, Terry, Terry ... Oh God ... I love you so much ... Oh God I love you."
She grabbed my head and pulled it up and said, Terry, I want you. I want you to love me. I need you in me, now."
I rose up on my knees. I looked down at her, spread eagle before me.
I realized that this was the woman I wanted. I wanted her more than anything else in the world, more than life itself. Sally would be mine and I would be hers, only hers.
Sally reached out and took my dick in her hand. She pulled me down onto her and as I lowered my self onto her she rubbed my dick on the lips of her vagina, spreading her lubrication over my dick. She then placed the head of my dick at the entrance of her vagina and I pushed into her.
As I did Sally looked into my eyes and smiled. "This was meant to be, Terry, we belong together, like this; forever."
"Sally, I am yours, I will never leave you. I am yours forever."
I pushed my dick into her as far as I could. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my hips pulling me deeper into her.
I looked down at my aunt, my Sally and I knew that what we were doing was what we were meant to do. This was the first time I loved her like a man loves a woman. No aunt and nephew, this was man and woman united in the most perfect and complete way possible.
I began to stroke my dick into her and she responded, lifting her hips to receive my thrusts.
As I made love to Sally, I kept looking into her eyes and she looked into mine. By simply looking at each other, we spoke our love with more intensity and passion than words could ever express. Our silent promises and vows would bind us together forever. Words would come later. Verbal expressions of love would only be confirmation of the love and commitment we silently promised at this moment.
The passion and lust that we had kept under wraps for years exploded and consumed us. We rutted like the animals we were. It was fucking at its most basic level. We mated, humped, fucked and loved like there would be no tomorrow.
Sally crushed her legs into me like a vice. I was a madman humping into her with abandon. I felt my balls begin to contract and I knew that I was going to cum.
"Oh, Sally, I'm close ... I'm going to cum, should I pull out?"
"Oh Terry, Stay in me I want you, all of you. I want everything you can give me. I have always wanted you to love me to the most."
As my orgasm approached I felt Sally go into a spasm. She went stiff and began to tremble. She locked me into her and crushed me into her arms. She screamed as she came and she trembled uncontrollably. Moaning her pleasure and joy.
I felt my dick stiffen even more and the sperm start to rise. And then it spewed into Sally's vagina. I shot load after load into her body. I was cumming into the woman I loved. The woman, I had always loved.
My pleasure was indescribable. I had never experienced pleasure like this before. I realized how much pleasure and love were intertwined. All of my other experiences paled in comparison.
I thought that I would never stop cumming into Sally.
She kept saying that she wanted my cum and that she loved me.
I finally slowed down and my dick slipped out of Sally.
We lay on the bed holding onto each other. I never wanted to let her go. I held her with a desperation that couldn't be described. I wanted her; I needed her, I desired her with a passion I had never known.
We lay there looking at each other. Sally was smiling at me and I couldn't help but smile. I loved her so much.
Sally took my face in her hands and smiled. "Terry ... I love you. I have always loved you. You were always the one boy I wanted. I was heart broken when you brought Eileen home, but I did my best to make friends with her."
"But, Erik... ?" I asked.
"When I knew that you were really serious about Eileen, I knew that I had to move on. I always liked Erik and he was so wonderful to me. I guess that I loved him. I hoped that he could take your place. But, no matter what we did, it was never enough."
"When he told me that he was leaving, I was so upset and all I wanted was you. But you weren't around. I thought I would die. I wanted to die. I closed myself off from everyone. I have been living in hell for the past year.
"Terry, I love you. I want you. You are everything to me. I don't want to live without you. I can't live without you ... Terry, what am I going to do?"
I looked at her and smiled. "You are going to stay her with me and live with me for the rest of our lives. Be mine and I will be yours."
"Terry, what are you saying?"
"Sally, stay here with me, live with me. Never leave me. Be with me forever."
"Terry, I want that so much. I want to live here with you.
"The company sent me here not only to go the conference but to find a space for an office here in London. They want me to head up the office and live here until it's all set up and settled. I could be here for a year or two."
"Sally, I want you to be here forever. We could live here. We could marry. No one knows us. We could be man and wife."
"Terry, what about our family, do we just throw them away?"
"Oh God, Sally. You always know how to bring reality into it. I don't know what we can do. Just play it by ear?"
"Terry that would work for a while. But what would we do if someone decided to visit?
"And, Terry what would we do with your constant traveling?"
I looked at Sally and smiled, "My love, the people that I have been working with want me to stay and work here permanently. They like me and the way I think. They have offered me a job and it's a very lucrative position. We could make a very happy life here."
Sally looked at me with tears in her eyes. She smiled at me and pulled me to her bosom.
"Terry, I want to be here with you more that anything else in the world. I'll stay with you."
Sally rolled me onto my back and got on top of me. She kissed her way down my body and took my dick into her hand and stroked it. She then took my dick into her mouth. I couldn't believe it Sally was sucking my dick.
I groaned and immediately got an erection.
Sally then got up and straddled me. She lowered herself onto my steel hard dick, impaling herself on me. She started to ride me like a bronco-buster.
I responded by bucking up into her as she rode me. We attained a perfect rhythm of love; responding instantly to the other's movements. Moving together. Moving as one entity joined in the most intimate way a man and woman can be united.
It seemed that we would go on like this forever. Slowly climbing to the peak of a mountain of joy and pleasure. Finally reaching our goal we exploded in a simultaneous unbelievable orgasm, the likes of which we had never experienced before.
Sally screamed out her love for me as she plunged down onto my dick, trying to get more and more of it into her body.
My whole body went stiff as I forced my dick up into her and began to release wave after wave of my sperm into her vagina, into her womb.
I was complete. I had found my complement. Sally filled the emptiness that I had felt for years. Even my time with Eileen was nothing compared to being with Sally.
Sally shrieked as she came and then collapsed on top of me. We lay there holding each other. Quietly resting in our joy and love. I dozed off and slept for about an hour, with Sally sleeping next to me.
I awoke and very slowly got out of the bed, not wanting to wake Sally. I went into the bathroom and started the shower. As I stood there waiting for the water to warm up, the door opened and Sally walked in.
"Need someone to wash your back?" she asked with a smile.
I turned and said, "You bet, I do."
We got into the shower and once again we made love, as the water washed over us.
We dressed and went to my flat. Sally loved it, especially with its view of the Thames. I made breakfast and we ate on the balcony.
Sally didn't bother going to the conference for the last two days. She checked out of the hotel and moved into my apartment.
We started looking at office space. I spoke to some people in the office where I was working and they introduced us to some people in the real estate office. Within a couple of days we had a few promising spaces.
After consulting with the home office Sally made a deal for a space, right off Hyde Park. She would be setting up the office and heading it up, at least for the near future.
When she closed the deal for the office space, she told her boss that she would be taking three weeks vacation. He told her to take more time, but she told him that three weeks would be enough now.
I also told my company that I would be out for three weeks. I hadn't taken time off in years.
Sally and I spent two weeks traveling through England, Wales and Scotland. We just drove anywhere we felt like. Visiting old towns, castles, and anything that sounded interesting.
We would register as man and wife and acted like a honeymoon couple. Making love in our rooms and anywhere we thought that we wouldn't get caught. As it was the time of year that children were in school, most of the places we visited were empty.
After spending two weeks traveling, we returned to London and spent the last week of our vacation looking at apartments and houses that were for sale.
The time came when our vacations ended. I had to return to the job and Sally had to return to the States. We went to the airport and she was the last one on the plane. I watched as the plane took off and disappeared into the clouds.
The next day, I went to the office and told the boss that if the offer for the job was still open, I would take it. He was ecstatic. They wanted me to get on their payroll immediately.
My bosses in the states were not happy. They made me an unbelievable counter-offer. But, it would mean more of the same. More moving, more traveling no home life. I turned it down.
I spent the next few weeks working all of the time, except when I was on the phone with Sally. Now, I didn't have to worry about Dad getting mad about the bill. I missed Sally terribly. I was counting the moments until she returned to my arms.
On a Friday evening, about eight weeks after she left, I was at Heathrow Airport awaiting the arrival of the plane that was bringing Sally back to me. I watched as she walked down the ramp. I couldn't believe how beautiful she was. Her blonde hair was flowing and swaying as she ran into my arms.
I picked her up and spun her around. I held her close to me and kissed her passionately. I laughed and said, "You have no idea just how miserable I have been while you were away. It was hell, being without you."
She held me tight and softly said, "Not half as much as I've missed you, my love. But now that I am back, I am never going to leave you again."
On the ride home, Sally told me of her time back in the States. Her Mom and my Dad were not happy. They didn't want to have her move so far away. But, they were glad that I was here to show her around and that she would be staying with me ... until she got a place of her own.
Sally looked at me and said, "I am going to look for a place to live ... but I will be living with you."
I took her in my arms and kissed her. I held her close to me for the rest of the taxi ride.
We arrived at the apartment and Sally unpacked. I was going to open a good bottle of champagne. But, Sally said that she only wanted some tea.
"We are becoming very British, aren't we?" I said in a very phony English accent.
"When in Rome..." Sally answered.
I put on a pot of water and made some tea as Sally put her clothes in the master bedroom, which was now our bedroom. We were going to be together always. Like a husband and wife.
We toasted with our teacups as we sat on the couch in each other's arms drinking the tea, Sally looked me in the eyes and said, "Do you still want to marry me?".
"Of course I do. Sally, I want to be with you, always. And we can do it. Our names are different. No one would ever guess that we are related. I want you as my wife." I said.
"Well then I better marry you." She laughed.
I looked at her and said, "That's great, but why had you BETTER marry me?"
She smiled at me and said, "Well, I wouldn't want you to suffer the stigma of being an unwed father."
"What are you talking about ... what ... oh my god ... really ... oh god ... Sally, Sally. Oh God, I LOVE YOU."
I took her in my arms, the teacups spilled onto the floor. I held her close.
Never before had I loved someone so much. Never before had I felt so loved.
I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. I lay her on the bed and started to undress her. I unbuttoned her blouse and spread it open. I unhooked her bra and exposed the most beautiful breasts in the world.
I leaned down and kissed her nipple. I felt it harden as I took it in my mouth. My hand fondled her other breast and I rubbed the nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Sally then pushed me off of her and forced me onto my back. She ripped my clothes off and removed her slacks and panties. She threw her leg over me and positioned her vagina over my erect dick and dropped down onto me.
"Oh, Terry, I had to have you in me. I needed to feel you in me. I had to know that you still wanted me," Sally moaned. "A fat, pregnant woman like me."
I laughed, "Sally, you are not fat. And when the time comes as our baby grows and your belly gets bigger I will still think you are the most beautiful, desirable woman in the world."
"I love you ... I love you, my sweet husband."
"I love you too. My beautiful wife."
Sally began to ride my dick and I began to push my hips up into her. Ever so slowly we rose higher and higher until we were soaring far above the world on wings of love and pleasure. The combined effort, working together we reached a climax that we would never been able to attain alone. We were the perfect team.
We loved, we fucked, we entered into a union that only those completely and unconditionally in love can attain.
Sally began to moan and as we continued her moans became louder and louder. Until she was screaming as her body arced and she exploded in an unbelievable orgasm.
She pushed her hips down onto me as if trying to force my dick and body completely into her.
I forced myself up and exploded into her. I shot my sperm into her vagina. The pleasure was indescribable.
Sally fell on top of me, gasping for breath. She nuzzled into my chest.
I held her and kissed her neck, moving along her jaw until I pressed my lips against hers. Our kiss lasted a life time. It was a soft, easy, loving kiss.
Sally rolled off and lay next to me.
"When can we get married, Terry?" she whispered.
"As soon as possible, my love. We can tell our child that she was a honeymoon child."
"SHE? Do you now something that I don't?" she laughingly asked.
I placed my hand on Sally's bare stomach and held it there.
Sally looked at me and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'm communicating with my child. She is telling me that she is a girl ... or she is a boy. Or that he is a boy. Since she has never met a boy or a girl before she isn't sure," I explained with much mock seriousness.
"You're crazy, Terry," Sally laughed.
I rolled her onto her back, put my arms around her, kissed her lightly on the lips and said, "Yes I am, I'm crazy about you."
I lay there in bed with my Sally in my arms and we slept.
The next morning, I awoke before Sally. I got out of bed and went into the kitchen and made coffee. I started making breakfast, eggs, bacon and toast.
"You're a regular house husband aren't you?" Sally asked.
She was standing at the kitchen door, wearing a robe and fuzzy slippers.
"Only for you, my love," I answered.
"You're going to spoil me."
"You and our children." I said.
"Children?" Sally asked.
"You tell me. Children?"
"Children ... and children ... our children." Sally said.
I went over to her, took her in my arms and kissed her. It was a passionate kiss, mouths open, tongues exploring.
I broke the kiss off and sat her down at the table.
"Can't have the expectant mother missing any meals, you are eating for two now, you know." I said in a mock stern voice. "And I don't want to burn breakfast."
Sally rolled her eyes and laughed, "Heaven forbid."
We spent the rest of the weekend looking at places that were for sale. Before Sally had gone back to the States we had narrowed our search to four or five different locations.
A short while later, we settled on a modest house in Wimbledon, a small village in London.
Two days after Sally returned, the two of us went to the Registry Offices in Islington, which is not far from Wimbledon, and registered to marry. We had to wait the mandatory three weeks while the notice of our impending marriage was publicly posted. This would give people time to oppose our marriage.
There was little worry about anyone objecting to our marriage, as no one really knew us here. All they did know was that we made a wonderful couple.
One month after we registered, we were married by the Registrar, Winston Featherstone, the father of a guy (or should I say "Bloke") I worked with, Richard Featherstone.
Richard and I had become good friends and I had dinner with him, his wife, Lillian, and their two young children, a number of times. Lillian had been trying to set me up with one of her friends for the longest time.
Sally and Lillian became fast friends. In fact, one evening, Lillian announced that I was formally forgiven for not hooking up with one of the many "lovely" women that she had introduced me to. And, that in retrospect, they couldn't hold a candle to Sally.
As the months past, Sally's belly grew and she became more and more beautiful. Sally literally glowed as the pregnancy progressed. As her belly grew so did her breasts, as if getting ready to feed our child.
She only put on a little weight. If you looked at her from the rear you wouldn't be able to tell she was pregnant. She still had a waist. The baby was all in the front.
I reveled in her beauty. I couldn't get enough of her. I wanted her all of the time. In the morning and the evening, after we got back from the office.
I was amazed that she matched and even surpassed my sexual appetite. She would wake me during the night to make love. We fucked like rabbits, in every position we could imagine.
Eventually, the missionary position became almost impossible because of her size. So what, there were so many other positions.
Finally, as her due date neared, we did slow down. I found that just lying next to her with my hand on her belly, feeling our child's kicks and movements was enough.
Most days, I worked in the office, however there were times I had to be at the barrier, especially if there were problems.
As luck would have it, there was a problem with one of the barrier gates that I had worked on. We had a full crew out in the middle of the River Thames working on it. Richard and I were in the shack. We had just figured out what the problem was and how we were going to correct it, when the Director came in and told me that Sally was on the phone and wanted to talk to me.
I grabbed the phone.
"Oh thank god, I found you," Sally exclaimed.
"What's wrong, Sally? Oh my god, is it time?" I said.