Part 2: Our Kinky Sex Life

Part 2 of our story might be slow, but it includes the first time we made love-20 years prior to these writings. Just want the readers to get absorbed

I left off from Part 1, where Ray had left and I was explaining to Stefanie, the loving relationship he had with his wife, Leticia.

Stefanie thought Ray’s scramble was, jokingly, that Leticia was a control freak by how he hauled ass home. I said no, I don’t believe so. “Leticia is a wildcat in bed. Always has been, according to Ray. Since they were kids. She took his virginity and he took her’s. Ray’s 58, she’s 56 and they’ve been together like 42 years. Married for 40 of those. They have two kids, grown now, but never lost that flame. You’re the only other woman, that Ray has ever banged”.

Stefanie was shocked and embarrassed. She asked, “Well, how did you… I mean, how did you get him here AND, to participate, especially with that type of role playing?” ” Real easy, Baby, real easy. Remember when I bailed him out of that gambling debt awhile back? I used it in my favor and did a friendly guilt trip. He knows how we are and we’re good friends. He doesn’t judge people and he knows we love each other. Trust me, he is waaaay more embarrassed than you. You know I would never sink a guy”.

“You’re an ass! Poor guy loves his wife so much and you guilt him into having sex, a rape fantasy no less, with another woman, your wife. You should be ashamed of yourself. Believe me, I thoroughly enjoyed it and for the record, I WAS taken by surprise and scared to death….right up to the point when I heard your voice. Then I relaxed and well, you know (giggling). But now…. Now I feel so bad”. She smiled and did her little “coy” snuggle thing. We just snuggled up tightly and I told her I would apologize to him for everything. Then, all was good and we made something to eat, watched a movie and then to bed. For sleep.

Just to give the readers here some background about us and how our relationship works, I’ll share about how we met. Friendship was the start and then the love sat in. It’s our love for each other, that makes it strong. Gotta have trust and confidence also. Stefanie and I have a complete knowledge of each other’s wants and desires, whether it be everyday things like a movie, restaurant, a camping trip, hunting trip or whatever. We really spend more time with each other, being creative, than with our little group. We do however, take the opportunity whenever position, to have threesomes and foursomes, when in the playroom.

We have this thing, regarding our sexual activities: If we get the urge to have sex, say, in the garage, that’s just “fucking”. Where as if we are in bed, or our sex room, well that’s where we “make love”. That’s the place where we intimately share ourselves physically, with one another and on occasion, have another person outside of our home, to fulfill a certain ‘something-something’, as was the case with Ray. In no way am I discounting, or disrespecting Ray, but he was a tool for our sexual ‘giving’ to one another, just like a riding crop, paddle, dildo, chair, and anything else in the sex room, or toy’s her dresser.

I met Stefanie when I was 39 and she was 22. We met at work and she just took my heart & soul. Been together now 20 wonderful years now. We shared the same interests ( we both liked to hunt, camp, hike, enjoyed science and space, etc.) and quickly became best friends. About a year after becoming friends, Stefanie told me she was about 1 month pregnant and had dumped the father of the baby, whom she found banging some bitch in their bed. Head strong Italian that she is, she packed her shit and left.

About a month after Stefanie left his ass, he showed up at the main gate. Security called Stef and told her he was there and that he needed to give her something. Stefanie asked if I would go and see what he wanted. “Sure, no problem” I said. Andrew is this clowns name and I have never met him until now. At the gate, I approached him and the immediate interaction, confirmed exactly what I thought he’d be: A fucking douchebag. “So, you two work together, huh? She’s a tough bitch. I was balls deep in some bitch, Stefanie walks in, say’s nothing, packs her shit and leaves. I told her “Hey, baby. Let me finish and we’ll talk” (laughing the entire time ). So, of course I finished, but she was gone. Can you give this to her, she forgot it. Bye”. He just kinda tossed it at me, a clutch purse, and then left.

The security guy’s just shook their and mumble “jerk”, as happy ass walked away. I found Stef and gave it to her, telling her about our interaction. “Yep, that’s Andrew. Fucking POS, the second he found out I was pregnant, he didn’t want to fuck me. He’d come home change and leave. He was fucking everyone else, but not me the second he found out I was pregnant. I knew he was fucking around even before I got pregnant. This just got him looking for an out. He got it and I don’t need his shit”. Yep, Stefanie was my type of girl. But, I could tell she was worried and that meant her problems, were my problems.

Stefanie and I worked side by side, 5 days a week and after she dumped Andrew, we even started hanging-out on the weekends. I grew closer and closer with her as each day passed. Watched her belly get bigger and bigger, too. She turned me on from the minute I met her and there was no way, I could ever turn my back on her. Especially now. Stef and I had known each other for about 1 year 8 months now, with about 7 months of that her being pregnant. One day, I stormed into work on a mission, something that I had been thinking about a lot, and losing sleep over. I found Stef, grabbed our gear and headed out to our test area. For the past three weeks, I kept mentioning that I really needed to talk with her about something. So today, she felt my vibes and reminded me.

As we set up our equipment, she said “hey, what is it you’ve been wanting to talk to me about?”. I paused, several times I might add, then finally blurted it out: ‘Stefanie, I’ve fallen in Love with you. We’ve worked side by side for a long time, even spending our time off and weekends together. You’re 23 now and I’m 40 now, a 17 year difference… I know, but I have so much love for you, along with respect and admiration. I just wanted to tell you that. And maybe, if you want, move into my house and out of your mom’s place”. Stefanie’s eyes were huge, her big smile said it all as she reached out, gave me a huge kiss ( god I had been waiting for that for so long ) and embraced me. “I love you too. I just never knew how to say it, figuring you wouldn’t want to be with a younger woman, and now, a pregnant one. Fuck, I love you!”.

Stefanie’s mom, Dee, worked for the same outfit, so periodically throughout the day, we three would cross paths. It’s a huge “facility” in the Southern Nevada desert and the commute to it can be a bitch sometimes. Anyway, we saw Dee, so I dropped her off and went to turn in the equipment, then returned to see them in the parking lot and
get the hell home. When I returned, Dee had a smart ass grin on her face and said, ‘So, SON, can I at least carpool with you two? “. We all started laughing. “Of course you can, Dee”. Dee was excited, even though we were the same age. In the past, she made mention about what a great guy I was and that her daughter needed a friend like me. She was glad her underlying feeling, finally came true.

The next day, we headed out to a structure to test and repair equipment, a couple miles from the main building. I flagged the door, turned on the flashing red light and set up our equipment. I gave her a huge hug, a GOOD MORNING and a huge kiss. We had to, at the time, keep everything under wraps, until we got with HR about our relationship. Stef said she would be right back and walked down the hallway, hung a left down the third pipe chase and disappeared. Once I got everything hooked up and meters going, I waited for her return. And, well, waited.

I heard stuff being moved, pushed and shoved, so went to investigate. When I turned the corner, there she was. Standing with a sheepish grin, hands to her side, shoulders tucked up, biting her bottom lip. All 5’4″ of my “Pretty Bear”, 7 months pregnant and not a stitch of clothes on, except for socks. ‘You like? Doors flagged, light on. Rules are rules… Nobody can enter’, she said. My cock felt as if it was going to tear through my zipper. I have a high sex drive, along with a strong sexual stamina, but I had not been with a woman in two years. I worked hard, went home, shot pool at the neighborhood bar and hung out with Stef at her place or mine, watching movies, discussing science, hunting, shooting, etc.

She came over, kissed me, removed my shirt, then my pants. I kicked off my shoes, wiggled out of my pants and flung them to the side. Stef rolled up her jacket, placed it onto the floor, dropped to her knees and began sucking my cock through my underwear. Fuck, it was so intense. The heat, the moisture penetrating through my sport boxers was crazy. Her hands grabbed my ass, pulling down my boxers, exposing my cheeks to the air and her nails dug into me. Using her teeth, she pulled the front of my boxers down, letting them drop to the floor, where she removed them from around my ankles. My cock was now fully exposed.

“Fuck, Baby. That’s one thick cock! Dear God, fuck. I’ll be right back” waddling down the hall to who knows where. All I could do was laugh. She is so funny and spontaneous. She returned, science tape in hand. This is how we got my measurements I described in Chapter 1. She put the tape down and got to sucking again. My god, her oral skills are the best. She licked for a bit, but once she started sucking, that’s what she meant to do. And she doesn’t stop until you bust a nut. I was amazed at how she wobbled her head, working it in and out, her lips firmly latched on, but her mouth didn’t get tired. She never took a breath, she breathed through her nose. She worked my cock until I exploded, what I felt was like a quart of seed and swallowed every thick rope I shot. Even though I was done ejaculating, she continued to suck and drain everything inside my shaft.

When she was done, she looked up at me for ‘approval’, licked her lips and stood up, me helping her as she did. “Boo, I feel like a walrus”, she exclaimed. “Stop it, you’re sexy as fuck, preggo and all. You’re my ‘Pretty Bear’, knocked up or not, your beautiful.”, I said. I leaned her against the table and squatted down so I could insert my cock into her vagina, but because of our heights, 5’4″ and 5’10” and her belly, it was becoming apparent that this position was not going to work. I turned her around, she grabbed the table and I maneuvered in behind her, spreading her legs. Her ass was huge compared to what it was before getting pregnant, but it was still fine as could be. Stef is a healthy thick gal, with all the right curves, in all the right places. Like I said in Chapter 1, she’s like an Italian, or Greek statue .

I placed my cock between her legs, finding the sweet, gooey hole of her vagina and slid it in. My god, it was like nothing I have ever felt before. Not only was I finally making love with Stefanie, but her being pregnant had me so stimulated, I almost blew my balls again. As I slowly pumped my meat inside her, she moaned gently as her head moved up and down, side to side, enjoying the attention she was receiving and that for which she truly deserved. My hands raced around to her belly, gently massaging over and around, down and underneath, allowing my pinkie fingers to brush her pubic area. I could feel stubble, because she couldn’t shave efficiently anymore. “Sorry”, she said, “I can’t see well enough over my belly to shave”. I just said “it’s okay Bear, I don’t mind”.

My body was snug against hers, as I continued pumping slowly and gently grinding. She loved my thickness because of the added pressure inside her swollen vagina. My left hand continued to rub her belly, while my right massaged her swollen, milk filled breasts. I kneaded the nipples occasionally, which caused her to gasp, trembling as she exhaled. With my finger tips, I slowly began pulling on her long, hard nipples, attempting to spill the contents inside. I felt liquid on my fingers, so I leaned around under her arm, turning her slightly and began sucking on her right tit.

I could feel a little more moisture gathering in my mouth, not a lot, just a little and a somewhat salty, bland flavor began to appear. Pay dirt! I was able to stimulate her tit just enough for a little taste of ‘mommy milk’. I suckled vigorously, yet gently, trying to get more. I moved my left hand under her belly and began rubbing her huge, swollen clit. She started vibrating fast and grinding her hips. Her ass pressed harder against me, almost smashing into me. I sped up my meat pumping, suckling harder on her nipple and my finger applying more pressure to her clit. “OMFG, OMFG, OMFG!!! Aaaaaaaagh!, I’m cumming Baby, I’m fucking cumming!!!”, she said loudly. She was standing on her toes now, body tightened, violently shaking, her knees started to buckle and I held her up, as my meat started smashing inside her harder and harder.

My cock exploded, delivery a second load of long, thick sperm ropes, this time into her swollen vagina. We were both panting like dogs in heat. I withdrew my cock, all wet from her juices and my sperm. As my head left her vaginal canal, we both heard a slight “plop” noise. It was a huge glob of sperm. The pressure of her swollen pussy, along with my meat pounding her out, kept her pussy muscles open and things just flowed. Poor Stefanie was so embarrassed. She apologized, “Damn it. I am so fucking embarrassed. You put all that work in and I’m spilling everything”. When I began laughing, she asked “what the fuck are you laughing about!? I’m serious. You made me feel LOVED, like never before”. I kissed her passionately on the lips and said, “Bear, don’t worry about it. I still love you”.

After cleaning her up with some paper towels, I had to make a pad for her right tit. It continued to drain a little milk, because I had over stimulated it. This event broke the us into laughter for the rest of the day, along with what next followed. “Stefanie”, I said, “you already know the baby is girl, so, what are we going to name her”? Stef’s eyes welled up and the tears started flowing. I quickly asked, “What was it I said, or did”? She replied, “Nothing, just you said ‘WE’. What are ‘WE’ going to name her”. I asserted myself again,”Yes, ‘WE’ as in ‘US’, or if you don’t want me to…. ” And I was cut off.

Stef followed through with, “Hell yes I want you to be a part of it and definitely a part of her life. Andrew certainly won’t be in the picture, so if you will, want to be, her….. step-father, or….. father, that would be awesome. She’ll need that”. “I was thinking her name should be ‘Andrea’. What say you”, she said. I told her, “That would be a great name. And….. I hope one day she will forgive me”. Stefanie looked perplexed, trying to figure out what I meant. Stefanie and I share a ‘dark humor bone’, so I was surprised when she didn’t catch on, just a little. ” What? “, she said. I responded back, ” you know, I hope she’ll forgive me for punching her so many times and throwing all that vanilla pudding in her face”. Her jaw dropped, trying not to laugh. “OMG. OMG”, was all she said, before busting up laughing. We always can make each other laugh.

Stefanie moved into my house the following week and for the first time, in 5 years, my house felt like a home again. It’s a big house. Two stories ( typical of Las Vegas ), three full bathrooms, with the master having a shower and a roman tub…. with jets I might add, a nice kitchen and a cobblestone patio ( that I laid down ), small lawn area, a smoker and a BBQ. Pretty much a ‘dudes-dude’ pad. It was a place my friends and buddies could come to, hang-out without wives and girlfriends, relax, drink and play our favorite game: Cards Against Humanity. ( If you’ve never played it, you’re missing out ).

The downstairs bedroom is a really nice, fully furnished, guest room, as is one upstairs. The third bedroom is my reloading/hunting/gun room. The loft has a computer and desk, with a sweet ass, yet simple, European sofa. Most comfortable seat in the house. The master bedroom is awesome. 40 feet from the pony wall, to the east wall and 26 feet from the north to the south. Now, beyond the the pony way, is another section called a ‘retreat’ room. It’s spacious and just a few feet smaller than the master bedroom. Here is where my Ex and I had our exercise room. Now vacant, except for my road bike on a trainer. She took everything else.

To be continued in Chapter 3

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