The secret life of Emily
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Emily and Ulysses had lunch together after the next several class sessions. When Emily was hanging out with Ulysses she forgot about the late bills, the small, messy house, the constant crying or whining from her c***dren, the lack of quality sleep and the lack of a quality sex life with Randy.
Each lunch ended with a hug that seemed a tad longer than the previous one. He rested his hand on the small of her back and continued chatting for a moment at the end of their last lunch date. Emily asked herself if it was a lunch "date," or just two friends eating lunch together. He did pay for all lunches; much against Emily's begging to pay for at least one lunch.
She masturbated a few more times to his image, but it wasn't as good as her first session. She would hide in the bathroom and rub herself on the toilet or perhaps in the shower. They were enjoyable, yes, but not as good as being alone in her bed, rubbing herself to orgasm. She usually went to bed with guilt and told herself it would be the last time she did that. It never was.
Valentine's Day was approaching and Emily thought up another reason to call Ulysses. She would wish him a friendly happy Valentine's Day. She didn't know what would come of it, but didn't care. She reasoned it was a friendly thing to do.
Emily picked up her cell phone after the older k**s were watching a movie and the youngest was taking a nap – finally. She wouldn't see Ulysses for another two days until yoga class and didn't know if he'd answer. She thought for a second he might be on a real date with a lucky lady that night. She smiled, thinking she wouldn't mind going to dinner with him for Valentine's Day, then dialed his number.
The hot steam from the shower rose, enveloping Ulysses and Devin. They were kissing, their tongues whirling around each other's, groping and grabbing at each other's flesh.
"I'm sorry you're having a bit of a dry spell," Devin said to Ulysses when he reached down to bring one of her breasts to his mouth.
"It's ok, you're taking care of me," He said, releasing a nipple. He grabbed her butt as she slowly stroked his cock. He bent at that knees slightly and Devin guided him in. Ulysses kissed at her neck, while driving his cock deep inside her. Her eyes closed, she moaned, as the steam rose.
Emily didn't leave a voicemail. She didn't have time to if she wanted to. One of the k**s was throwing something and she needed to go the living room before a window was broken. She sighed, dreading the thought of have to sit through one of their k**die movies yet again.
"Looks like Emily called me," Ulysses said, inspecting his phone later that day, standing nude next to his bed. Devin came up behind him, running her fingers over his six pack abs.
"Call her back," She kissed his shoulder.
"Yeah, I will," He said, dialing her number, sitting on the edge of his bed. Devin went to her knees, grabbing his cock at the base, licking and kissing along its length.
"Hi Emily! Sorry I missed your call. What's up?" Ulysses said.
"Hey! It's ok, hold on a sec," Emily got up and headed to bathroom where it was a little quieter. "There. Anyway just wanted to wish you a happy Valentine's Day."
"Aww, that's sweet of you. Happy Valentine's Day to you too."
"Ask her out to dinner," Devin suggested, momentarily taking Ulysses' cock out of her mouth. He shot her a look, shaking his head, mouthing, "she's married."
"You got any special plans?" He asked.
"Oh, no, not really. You?" Emily asked awkwardly in return.
Devin shrugged and whispered, "So?" She kissed the tip of his cock and resumed sucking and slurping on that black dick.
There was a brief pause, "Well, uh, I was thinking we could get something to eat. Doesn't have to be on Valentine's Day, maybe this weekend. Saturday night?"
"Yes! I mean, sure, yeah that'd be cool." Emily blurted out, chastising herself for her over enthusiasm.
"Ok great, want me to pick you up, or we can meet there?"
Emily thought for a moment, the lies formulating in her head. "I can meet you at the gym parking lot, is that ok?"
"Sure, it's not a problem," Ulysses said, wincing from the cocksucking pleasure he was receiving. "Is 6pm ok?"
"Yes that's great, I'll meet you there." They ended their phone call. Ulysses stood, followed by Devin; she turned around, offering herself to him. He pushed her on all fours on the bed and mounted her.
Emily hung up and frowned when she heard a c***d yell at another. Rolling her eyes she fought back anger and resisted the urge of screaming like a crazy-person.
That night, while her husband snored softly, Emily sat in the bathtub slowly rubbing her clit while pinching a nipple; thinking of Ulysses.
Chapter 5
"I'm going to have dinner with a friend from yoga," was the half-truth Emily told her husband. He sighed, shaking his head, knowing he'd have to deal with the c***dren for awhile by himself. Emily felt zero sympathy for him.
Ulysses was already at the gym's parking lot waiting for her. They greeted each other with a hug and then got into his car. The restaurant wasn't anything fancy. It wasn't a romantic date spot, with lit candles, and string quartet playing in the corner. It was a chain restaurant but that didn't matter. Emily and Ulysses laughed and chatted their way through dinner, with her forgetting about her problems. He told her of funny stories of his high school sports follies. She told him about her five other sisters. The one that suggested yoga is currently in Iraq, but should be home soon. That led to questions she hadn't asked before."So how long have you known Devin? She seems nice. Are you and her, uh, dating?" Emily asked.
"Oh, no, no we're not dating. I've known her for, gosh, almost 20 years. She's my step-mom." Ulysses explained.
Emily looked slightly confused; Devin was white and maybe 10 years older than Ulysses. He chuckled a bit and continued, "She married my dad when I was about 12. He went for a younger woman, so..." He trailed off.
"Ah, I see, sorry. It didn't occur to me," She explained.
"No, no it's fine. And to be honest, she's technically not my stepmom anymore. My dad and her split up a few years ago. It was messy, but her and I having always been very close; so I still call her that. She asked me to help her with the yoga class. I've never been able to say no to her since she's helped me in so many ways: with high school, college, helping me with my modeling career and so on."
For a moment Emily thought about Devin possibly trying to set her stepson up with someone, hence her initial suggestions for the phone number and lunch. She felt a sense of relief that Ulysses wasn't seeing someone. She admonished herself on the way back to the parking lot in car for feeling that way. She was a happily married woman after all.
Shortly after Ulysses parked his car, Emily gasped, "There it is again. They have been kicking all evening."
Ulysses smiled, turning to glance at her belly. Emily surprised him when she reached for his hand and placed it on the area where the baby kicked. "Here. Feel here."
"Oh wow, she did it again! That is so cool; I've never felt that before." Ulysses said. Emily didn't realize her hand was resting on Ulysses' as she watched him look to her belly with a look of wonder on his face. She stared at his full lips, imagining kissing them while she straddled him. She tried to slow her racing heart there in the empty parking lot, but she couldn't.
Ulysses smiled widely, feeling the baby kick against his hand. His eyes met Emily's, she attempted a smile in return, and then slowly pushed her coat aside and pulled her shirt up, just over her belly and underneath her breasts. She grabbed Ulysses' hand, placing it gently back on her bare stomach. They continued to gaze into each other's eyes as Ulysses felt gentle baby kicks against his palm.
Suddenly Emily, unable to resist or control herself any longer, lunged at Ulysses, grabbing his face, planting a kiss on his mouth. He grabbed her by the shoulder, pushing her back gently. "Emily! What are you doing?"
She was struggling, trying to kiss him, but Ulysses held her back as best he could. "Emily you're married."
"Please!" She pleaded, the frustrations, the annoyances of being a seemingly constantly pregnant house wife with no formal education, with a husband who barely paid any attention to her other than knocking her up came rushing out. She wanted cock, she wanted Ulysses' cock, and she wanted that magnificent black cock inside her now.
She managed to land another sloppy kiss on him, but Ulysses pushed her back. He was very strong. "Emily, what are you doing?"
She started crying, feeling the shame set in. She couldn't hold back the tears. Ulysses sat in the driver's seat watching her. "Emily, please don't cry. It'll be ok." That did little to calm her. The tears kept flowing, she was so embarrassed. She quickly got out of his car. Ulysses chased after her, grabbing her again, holding her close to his body, running his hands through her long dark hair.
"Where could we go?" He asked, kissing her head.
She looked up at him, wiping her eyes, her lips trembling, "I don't know."
Ulysses caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "Emily."
She felt tears welling up again, looking down, resting her forehead on his chest. He tipped her chin up to meet his eyes. "You're beautiful," He said, planting a soft kiss on her cheek.
"So are you," She replied with a shaky voice.
"Are you able to come back to my apartment for a little while?" Ulysses asked. Emily sniffed, nodding her head "yes."
"Ok. Back in my car. You can ride with me."
Chapter 6
Emily stood before Ulysses as he sat on the edge of his bed. Pulling her shirt up to expose her pregnant belly, he ran his hands all over it, admiring its full roundness. The first kiss he gave it caused shivers to crawl up Emily's spine. He kissed it again, she closed her eyes, he kissed it once more, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
Ulysses was kissing it gingerly, both hands holding the sides. He licked her nearly protruding navel. As he was kissing and licking her belly, he was helping her slide out of her pants and step out of them. She was able to remove her shirt and bra by her herself. Running his hands over her medium sized breasts, Emily blushed again. She had always been petite. Her breasts never swelled to massive, milk-filled jugs as other pregnant ladies did. Ulysses removed his shirt eliciting another blush. Emily paused for a moment, admiring his body, and then ran her hands over his dark chocolate musculature.
Not taking his eyes off Emily's, Ulysses undid his pants and slid them down along with his boxers. Emily's mouth salivated as she glanced over his body. Her mouth opened slightly when her eyes met his cock. It was almost an instinctive reaction.
Ulysses grabbed his cock, stroking it idly, and then let it fall against Emily's pregnancy. Looking down at his massive rod resting against her stomach, she started blushing and breathing heavily.
Ulysses chuckled softly when the twins inside her started kicking again – tiny little kicks fluttered against his cock. He looked back into Emily's eyes and watched her go to her knees. Resting a hand on her belly, she grabbed the base of Ulysses' cock with the other. She last sucked Randy's cock a couple years ago. His was nowhere near as impressive as this monster which twitched in front of her. Her mouth was watering. Bringing the pre-cum oozing tip to her lips, she licked it, her tongue lapping up the salty fluid, causing Ulysses to moan. Emily opened wide and attempted to engulf his member. She could only fit a few inches into her mouth. It was so wide and thick. Instead she opted to kiss and lick all over it, coating it in her saliva.
Ulysses lifted her chin with his index finger so he could look down into her eyes. He gave a slight nod and Emily stood. Ulysses guided her to sit on the edge of his bed and then assisted her when she scooted back a couple feet.
"Lay down," He said, going down to his knees in front of her. Placing his hands on her belly, he kissed it again, all the way down to her unkempt bush. He sniffed her, taking in her scent, he kissed her inner thighs, and then paused a moment, looking upon her pregnant splendor before diving in. He drove his tongue as deep as he could in between her inner walls. Her pussy contracted and clamped around his large, slimy, invading tongue. He swirled it all around, lapping up her juices, as he gently squeezed her belly. Emily had never been eaten out before. Randy never tried it or showed desire to do it. She came within a minute. Ulysses feeling her babies moving around inside her as an orgasm surged through her body and her thighs shook. Her eyes were closed and she couldn't breathe or speak.
He didn't stop his tongue assault for another five minutes. Emily thought she was going to lose control of her bladder, but never did. She lost count of how many times she came, on the last orgasm, before Ulysses took his hands off her belly and stood before her, she let out a loud, soulful moan.
Emily caught her breath and glanced up at the black man standing before her. She had only ever had sex with Randy and now her she was, on her back, on Ulysses' bed, knowing that this black man was going to penetrate her.
"Are you sure you want to do this Emily? We can stop now if you want. We don't have to do this." Ulysses said.
She wanted it more than anything. She wanted to escape her husband, her responsibilities, her life. Her five sisters popped into her head. They were all successful living in either Miami or Los Angeles. Her eldest had a great career and only 2 older k**s. Three of her sisters lived in Miami. The youngest two were still single, had no k**s, and gorgeous. Her other sister, the one that suggested yoga, has been all over the world in the military, doing something honorable with her life – helping set up medical facilities in war torn areas of the world. Yet here she was: pregnant, no college education, a bland marriage, four k**s, barely scr****g by on the bills, lying on her back, her legs slowly spreading to allow this black man to have his way with her. In those few seconds of staring into Ulysses' eyes, the anger set in, and she nodded her head, spreading her legs even wider.
She nearly came again when he entered her. He was so long and thick. "Please tell me if this hurts. I've never had sex with a pregnant woman before. I'm a little nervous," Ulysses admitted.
"You're fine, please, keep going," Emily said, her breath ragged. She was slowly being stretched. It didn't feel great, but she wanted and needed it.
Ulysses slowly, gingerly, slid his cock in and out of her. It was very slow. "You feel great," He said, propping himself up with his hands, looking down at her writhing body.
As a result of her encouragement, he picked up the pace, sliding in and out faster and faster with each passing minute. Emily was moaning soft, soulful moans as this man banged his cockhead against her sealed cervix. She was going to cum again and he knew it. Ulysses went to one hand as he hovered over her, continuing to slide in and out, placing his free hand on her belly. Her legs quaked, and she shuddered before him as the orgasm overtook her, "Yesss!"
Ulysses tried to smile, feeling her pussy massage his cock and a baby kick against his hand. He looked on her pleasure induced, contorted face, and came as well. His cock was spurting semen against her occupied womb, overflowing and leaking out of her vagina onto his mattress. When he gained his composure he kissed her belly a few more times, and then helped her to her feet. She quietly put her clothes back on. Ulysses did the same. He held the door to his apartment open for her, locked up behind then, and made his way to his car, opening the passenger side door open for her.
The drive back to the gym parking lot was silent. She gave a quiet nod and brief smile when he parked. "I'll see you later," was all she said. Ulysses smiled back and nodded too.
Emily had missed three calls, all from Randy, while she was with Ulysses. She dialed his number at a stop light and called him. No answer. She wondered how many k**s would be screaming or asleep. Luckily, the oldest was the only one up. Emily sat and watched some cartoon show with the c***d who had snuck out of bed. After tucking him in after the show, Emily sat on the edge of his bed, running her hands through his hair as he drifted off to sleep. She was numb, emotionless, but wide awake.
Later in her bathroom, she changed into her pajamas, noticing the large amount of semen in her panties. Shaking her head at her actions, she looked away from it. "Never again," she said to herself, making a promise that she'd never sleep with Ulysses again.
In a ceremonial-like, goodbye to Ulysses, she slowly licked his semen out of her panties, savoring the taste on her tongue as it rolled around in her mouth.
Chapter 7
The next week Emily didn't go to yoga class and she didn't call Ulysses to let him know. She was miserable, but tried to remain focused on her k**s. That weekend her husband informed her he was getting a promotion, which was great, however, the work hours may be longer for awhile. Randy explained the construction crew was working non-stop on a shopping center complex that a developer was trying to deliver. They were all behind and causing a few of the big wigs and higher ups to come in and check out the progress.
Emily sensed his anxiety about it but the first thought that entered her head was that Randy wouldn't be around as much now, she'd be alone with the k**s, and after they went to bed, she could see Ulysses. She reminded herself that she'd never see him again, but her anger overwrote that promise and she called Ulysses once more.
"Oh hi Emily! How are you?" Ulysses answered his cell phone, sitting up in bed.
"Good, I'm good. I was just wondering if I could see you again soon."
"Sure, that'd be great!" He answered.
"Ok, care to meet up for breakfast tomorrow morning?" Emily asked.
"I'd love to," Ulysses said, ending the call, putting his arm around his former stepmother.
"Please be careful with her Ulysses. The last time you were with a married woman you weren't very careful. You remember what happened back when you were in LA at college," Devin said, running her hand down his torso, stroking his cock.
"I will. I'll talk to her about it at breakfast tomorrow."
"Good," Devin said, nibbling his ear as she stroked him. "I'd hate to have anything happen to you. Like an angry husband finding you impaling his wife with this beautiful cock, like last time."
Ulysses smiled, watching Devin climb on top him.
Breakfast the next morning at 8am was friendly, though a bit awkward. Emily knew exactly how it would pan out though. She dropped the k**s off at daycare for a half day, she would meet Ulysses for breakfast, and then she'd invite him back to her house.
"Are you sure this is something you want Emily? I don't want to cause more problems or get you in trouble. I enjoyed the other day with you, but I really don't want either of us to get hurt in any way," Ulysses said.
Emily reached across the table, placing her hand on his, "It's fine, trust me."
Later that morning, Ulysses slowly pulled his twitching cock out of Emily and let it rest on her ass before him. She was on all fours on her bed, and Ulysses had been behind her for most of the morning. A few more spurts of cum poured out of the tip onto her orgasm induced, quivering butt cheeks. He had to leave soon for yoga class. Emily decided to leave shortly after him.
Ulysses SUV rocked gently back and forth in the gym parking lot. They were in the back seat and Emily was on top, bouncing wildly on his cock. She tried to go slow so no one would notice the rocking vehicle, but she couldn't help it; her large belly slamming into his abdomen. Luckily the back windows were tinted.
Later that night, just after 11pm, Emily called Ulysses. He was asleep, but didn't mind being woken. He said that he'll be over soon. Thirty minutes later, Emily snuck out, leaving her sleeping husband and c***dren in their beds and met Ulysses behind her house. Heading through the back door into the kitchen, she began kissing him madly; she went to her knees, sucking and slurping him until he was ready. She stood, turned around, offering herself to him. He slid her sweat pants down. She was moaning as he pummeled her from behind. It was the third time they had sex that day. He had to put his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet as she came. He was next and Emily thought about cum stains on the floor. As she felt that cock begin to pulse with cum inside her, she went to her knees, grabbing it quickly, placing the tip in her mouth to drink up all the erupting semen.
February passed, March passed, and her affair with Ulysses did not. He was at her house every morning, Monday through Friday, in her bed. She was riding him, he was mounting her, she was licking every inch of his body, and he was filling her pussy with cum five days a week, sometimes two or three times in one day if their schedules permitted, for weeks.
As April arrived, Ulysses would go to Emily's house late at night. She'd call him and tell him the come over. She'd sneak out and meet him behind the house again. Since it was warmer out, they had sex outside, on the small back porch, up against the wall of the house. They'd often end their sessions with her sitting on his lap or him sitting on the deck floor running his hands over her growing belly. They were both sweaty in the warm night air. Ulysses would rub her belly from behind, spreading her and his sweat around.
They never once talked about the future or where this affair was headed. Deep down Emily knew. One morning in the middle of May, Emily was standing against Ulysses in the shower. She just hit the nine month mark. She usually carried her other c***dren the full 40 weeks; one c***d staying inside her for 41 weeks. Her belly was huge. Ulysses was kissing on her neck and supporting her belly with both hands.
Suddenly Emily's eyes shot open, she heard a distinctive "mom?" in the distance. Her oldest c***d was home early for some reason. She frowned, looking down to Ulysses erection, ready for round two. Stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel, she went to see what was going on.
Ulysses stood still, straining to listen for Emily. He could barely make out a voice asking her about a car in the driveway. He heard Emily say she didn't know about any car. He then heard a c***d's voice telling Emily about coming home early, and then ask a question regarding going to some other k**'s house.
Emily returned a moment later, shaking head, "Whew!" Dropping her towel, she got back into the shower. Ulysses hugged her gently, his erection resting against her belly.
"Everything ok?" He asked.
Emily nodded, looking up to him, "That was close. I completely forgot he had a different schedule today."
Ulysses nodded, went to his knees in the shower, peppering her belly with kisses. "Let me make love to you once more, and then I'll head off for the day. Maybe I can see you later tonight back here."
Licking her huge belly for a few moments, Ulysses stood, turning Emily around. Going in from behind, he licked and kissed along her neck, holding on to her belly. "So good, you feel so good. You're body is beautiful," He whispered.
Emily smiled, growing weaker in the knees. Moments later Ulysses tightened his grip on her belly and began pumping her full of sperm. "Ahhh yes!"
Ulysses backed away, resting against the shower wall. He cock came out of her gaping hole of a pussy, followed by copious amounts of semen. He smiled, watching it dribble through her pubic forest and onto the front of her hanging belly. Slowly rising, Emily turned around to face him.
"You're so beautiful Emily; please don't ever think you aren't." Ulysses told her.
She smiled and blushed, her hands holding her large belly with two babies growing inside. They kissed again before getting out of the shower. It was a long, slow, tongue sucking kiss. "I can't wait to see you tonight," Emily told him.
Chapter 8
Emily never saw Ulysses that night. She called him, in tears, but never saw him. Her husband came home slightly earlier than normal. Randy uncharacteristically gave Emily a hug and a kiss on the forehead. He told her he loved her then proceeded to play with the k**s, allowing Emily a moment to rest.
That night in bed, Randy kissed her sweetly on the lips, apologizing about his work schedule but telling her that he was doing it for her and the k**s. Laying next to her, he gently placed his hand on her belly and thanked her for having these c***dren and loving him. She attempted not to break down and cry from guilt of her actions, instead, she hugged and kissed him back. Once he was asleep a little while later, she broke down, realizing what she had done; the guilt catching up to her.
She called Ulysses and ended things. He was sad, but understanding. Deep down he was a little relieved. Being at her home made him nervous and fearful of getting caught. She couldn't go to his apartment all that much, because she had to pick up c***dren from daycare and tend to them for the rest of the day. Her house was a compromise in their affair. When Emily ended it, Ulysses was relieved there'd be no more sneaking around.
Each lunch ended with a hug that seemed a tad longer than the previous one. He rested his hand on the small of her back and continued chatting for a moment at the end of their last lunch date. Emily asked herself if it was a lunch "date," or just two friends eating lunch together. He did pay for all lunches; much against Emily's begging to pay for at least one lunch.
She masturbated a few more times to his image, but it wasn't as good as her first session. She would hide in the bathroom and rub herself on the toilet or perhaps in the shower. They were enjoyable, yes, but not as good as being alone in her bed, rubbing herself to orgasm. She usually went to bed with guilt and told herself it would be the last time she did that. It never was.
Valentine's Day was approaching and Emily thought up another reason to call Ulysses. She would wish him a friendly happy Valentine's Day. She didn't know what would come of it, but didn't care. She reasoned it was a friendly thing to do.
Emily picked up her cell phone after the older k**s were watching a movie and the youngest was taking a nap – finally. She wouldn't see Ulysses for another two days until yoga class and didn't know if he'd answer. She thought for a second he might be on a real date with a lucky lady that night. She smiled, thinking she wouldn't mind going to dinner with him for Valentine's Day, then dialed his number.
The hot steam from the shower rose, enveloping Ulysses and Devin. They were kissing, their tongues whirling around each other's, groping and grabbing at each other's flesh.
"I'm sorry you're having a bit of a dry spell," Devin said to Ulysses when he reached down to bring one of her breasts to his mouth.
"It's ok, you're taking care of me," He said, releasing a nipple. He grabbed her butt as she slowly stroked his cock. He bent at that knees slightly and Devin guided him in. Ulysses kissed at her neck, while driving his cock deep inside her. Her eyes closed, she moaned, as the steam rose.
Emily didn't leave a voicemail. She didn't have time to if she wanted to. One of the k**s was throwing something and she needed to go the living room before a window was broken. She sighed, dreading the thought of have to sit through one of their k**die movies yet again.
"Looks like Emily called me," Ulysses said, inspecting his phone later that day, standing nude next to his bed. Devin came up behind him, running her fingers over his six pack abs.
"Call her back," She kissed his shoulder.
"Yeah, I will," He said, dialing her number, sitting on the edge of his bed. Devin went to her knees, grabbing his cock at the base, licking and kissing along its length.
"Hi Emily! Sorry I missed your call. What's up?" Ulysses said.
"Hey! It's ok, hold on a sec," Emily got up and headed to bathroom where it was a little quieter. "There. Anyway just wanted to wish you a happy Valentine's Day."
"Aww, that's sweet of you. Happy Valentine's Day to you too."
"Ask her out to dinner," Devin suggested, momentarily taking Ulysses' cock out of her mouth. He shot her a look, shaking his head, mouthing, "she's married."
"You got any special plans?" He asked.
"Oh, no, not really. You?" Emily asked awkwardly in return.
Devin shrugged and whispered, "So?" She kissed the tip of his cock and resumed sucking and slurping on that black dick.
There was a brief pause, "Well, uh, I was thinking we could get something to eat. Doesn't have to be on Valentine's Day, maybe this weekend. Saturday night?"
"Yes! I mean, sure, yeah that'd be cool." Emily blurted out, chastising herself for her over enthusiasm.
"Ok great, want me to pick you up, or we can meet there?"
Emily thought for a moment, the lies formulating in her head. "I can meet you at the gym parking lot, is that ok?"
"Sure, it's not a problem," Ulysses said, wincing from the cocksucking pleasure he was receiving. "Is 6pm ok?"
"Yes that's great, I'll meet you there." They ended their phone call. Ulysses stood, followed by Devin; she turned around, offering herself to him. He pushed her on all fours on the bed and mounted her.
Emily hung up and frowned when she heard a c***d yell at another. Rolling her eyes she fought back anger and resisted the urge of screaming like a crazy-person.
That night, while her husband snored softly, Emily sat in the bathtub slowly rubbing her clit while pinching a nipple; thinking of Ulysses.
Chapter 5
"I'm going to have dinner with a friend from yoga," was the half-truth Emily told her husband. He sighed, shaking his head, knowing he'd have to deal with the c***dren for awhile by himself. Emily felt zero sympathy for him.
Ulysses was already at the gym's parking lot waiting for her. They greeted each other with a hug and then got into his car. The restaurant wasn't anything fancy. It wasn't a romantic date spot, with lit candles, and string quartet playing in the corner. It was a chain restaurant but that didn't matter. Emily and Ulysses laughed and chatted their way through dinner, with her forgetting about her problems. He told her of funny stories of his high school sports follies. She told him about her five other sisters. The one that suggested yoga is currently in Iraq, but should be home soon. That led to questions she hadn't asked before."So how long have you known Devin? She seems nice. Are you and her, uh, dating?" Emily asked.
"Oh, no, no we're not dating. I've known her for, gosh, almost 20 years. She's my step-mom." Ulysses explained.
Emily looked slightly confused; Devin was white and maybe 10 years older than Ulysses. He chuckled a bit and continued, "She married my dad when I was about 12. He went for a younger woman, so..." He trailed off.
"Ah, I see, sorry. It didn't occur to me," She explained.
"No, no it's fine. And to be honest, she's technically not my stepmom anymore. My dad and her split up a few years ago. It was messy, but her and I having always been very close; so I still call her that. She asked me to help her with the yoga class. I've never been able to say no to her since she's helped me in so many ways: with high school, college, helping me with my modeling career and so on."
For a moment Emily thought about Devin possibly trying to set her stepson up with someone, hence her initial suggestions for the phone number and lunch. She felt a sense of relief that Ulysses wasn't seeing someone. She admonished herself on the way back to the parking lot in car for feeling that way. She was a happily married woman after all.
Shortly after Ulysses parked his car, Emily gasped, "There it is again. They have been kicking all evening."
Ulysses smiled, turning to glance at her belly. Emily surprised him when she reached for his hand and placed it on the area where the baby kicked. "Here. Feel here."
"Oh wow, she did it again! That is so cool; I've never felt that before." Ulysses said. Emily didn't realize her hand was resting on Ulysses' as she watched him look to her belly with a look of wonder on his face. She stared at his full lips, imagining kissing them while she straddled him. She tried to slow her racing heart there in the empty parking lot, but she couldn't.
Ulysses smiled widely, feeling the baby kick against his hand. His eyes met Emily's, she attempted a smile in return, and then slowly pushed her coat aside and pulled her shirt up, just over her belly and underneath her breasts. She grabbed Ulysses' hand, placing it gently back on her bare stomach. They continued to gaze into each other's eyes as Ulysses felt gentle baby kicks against his palm.
Suddenly Emily, unable to resist or control herself any longer, lunged at Ulysses, grabbing his face, planting a kiss on his mouth. He grabbed her by the shoulder, pushing her back gently. "Emily! What are you doing?"
She was struggling, trying to kiss him, but Ulysses held her back as best he could. "Emily you're married."
"Please!" She pleaded, the frustrations, the annoyances of being a seemingly constantly pregnant house wife with no formal education, with a husband who barely paid any attention to her other than knocking her up came rushing out. She wanted cock, she wanted Ulysses' cock, and she wanted that magnificent black cock inside her now.
She managed to land another sloppy kiss on him, but Ulysses pushed her back. He was very strong. "Emily, what are you doing?"
She started crying, feeling the shame set in. She couldn't hold back the tears. Ulysses sat in the driver's seat watching her. "Emily, please don't cry. It'll be ok." That did little to calm her. The tears kept flowing, she was so embarrassed. She quickly got out of his car. Ulysses chased after her, grabbing her again, holding her close to his body, running his hands through her long dark hair.
"Where could we go?" He asked, kissing her head.
She looked up at him, wiping her eyes, her lips trembling, "I don't know."
Ulysses caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "Emily."
She felt tears welling up again, looking down, resting her forehead on his chest. He tipped her chin up to meet his eyes. "You're beautiful," He said, planting a soft kiss on her cheek.
"So are you," She replied with a shaky voice.
"Are you able to come back to my apartment for a little while?" Ulysses asked. Emily sniffed, nodding her head "yes."
"Ok. Back in my car. You can ride with me."
Chapter 6
Emily stood before Ulysses as he sat on the edge of his bed. Pulling her shirt up to expose her pregnant belly, he ran his hands all over it, admiring its full roundness. The first kiss he gave it caused shivers to crawl up Emily's spine. He kissed it again, she closed her eyes, he kissed it once more, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
Ulysses was kissing it gingerly, both hands holding the sides. He licked her nearly protruding navel. As he was kissing and licking her belly, he was helping her slide out of her pants and step out of them. She was able to remove her shirt and bra by her herself. Running his hands over her medium sized breasts, Emily blushed again. She had always been petite. Her breasts never swelled to massive, milk-filled jugs as other pregnant ladies did. Ulysses removed his shirt eliciting another blush. Emily paused for a moment, admiring his body, and then ran her hands over his dark chocolate musculature.
Not taking his eyes off Emily's, Ulysses undid his pants and slid them down along with his boxers. Emily's mouth salivated as she glanced over his body. Her mouth opened slightly when her eyes met his cock. It was almost an instinctive reaction.
Ulysses grabbed his cock, stroking it idly, and then let it fall against Emily's pregnancy. Looking down at his massive rod resting against her stomach, she started blushing and breathing heavily.
Ulysses chuckled softly when the twins inside her started kicking again – tiny little kicks fluttered against his cock. He looked back into Emily's eyes and watched her go to her knees. Resting a hand on her belly, she grabbed the base of Ulysses' cock with the other. She last sucked Randy's cock a couple years ago. His was nowhere near as impressive as this monster which twitched in front of her. Her mouth was watering. Bringing the pre-cum oozing tip to her lips, she licked it, her tongue lapping up the salty fluid, causing Ulysses to moan. Emily opened wide and attempted to engulf his member. She could only fit a few inches into her mouth. It was so wide and thick. Instead she opted to kiss and lick all over it, coating it in her saliva.
Ulysses lifted her chin with his index finger so he could look down into her eyes. He gave a slight nod and Emily stood. Ulysses guided her to sit on the edge of his bed and then assisted her when she scooted back a couple feet.
"Lay down," He said, going down to his knees in front of her. Placing his hands on her belly, he kissed it again, all the way down to her unkempt bush. He sniffed her, taking in her scent, he kissed her inner thighs, and then paused a moment, looking upon her pregnant splendor before diving in. He drove his tongue as deep as he could in between her inner walls. Her pussy contracted and clamped around his large, slimy, invading tongue. He swirled it all around, lapping up her juices, as he gently squeezed her belly. Emily had never been eaten out before. Randy never tried it or showed desire to do it. She came within a minute. Ulysses feeling her babies moving around inside her as an orgasm surged through her body and her thighs shook. Her eyes were closed and she couldn't breathe or speak.
He didn't stop his tongue assault for another five minutes. Emily thought she was going to lose control of her bladder, but never did. She lost count of how many times she came, on the last orgasm, before Ulysses took his hands off her belly and stood before her, she let out a loud, soulful moan.
Emily caught her breath and glanced up at the black man standing before her. She had only ever had sex with Randy and now her she was, on her back, on Ulysses' bed, knowing that this black man was going to penetrate her.
"Are you sure you want to do this Emily? We can stop now if you want. We don't have to do this." Ulysses said.
She wanted it more than anything. She wanted to escape her husband, her responsibilities, her life. Her five sisters popped into her head. They were all successful living in either Miami or Los Angeles. Her eldest had a great career and only 2 older k**s. Three of her sisters lived in Miami. The youngest two were still single, had no k**s, and gorgeous. Her other sister, the one that suggested yoga, has been all over the world in the military, doing something honorable with her life – helping set up medical facilities in war torn areas of the world. Yet here she was: pregnant, no college education, a bland marriage, four k**s, barely scr****g by on the bills, lying on her back, her legs slowly spreading to allow this black man to have his way with her. In those few seconds of staring into Ulysses' eyes, the anger set in, and she nodded her head, spreading her legs even wider.
She nearly came again when he entered her. He was so long and thick. "Please tell me if this hurts. I've never had sex with a pregnant woman before. I'm a little nervous," Ulysses admitted.
"You're fine, please, keep going," Emily said, her breath ragged. She was slowly being stretched. It didn't feel great, but she wanted and needed it.
Ulysses slowly, gingerly, slid his cock in and out of her. It was very slow. "You feel great," He said, propping himself up with his hands, looking down at her writhing body.
As a result of her encouragement, he picked up the pace, sliding in and out faster and faster with each passing minute. Emily was moaning soft, soulful moans as this man banged his cockhead against her sealed cervix. She was going to cum again and he knew it. Ulysses went to one hand as he hovered over her, continuing to slide in and out, placing his free hand on her belly. Her legs quaked, and she shuddered before him as the orgasm overtook her, "Yesss!"
Ulysses tried to smile, feeling her pussy massage his cock and a baby kick against his hand. He looked on her pleasure induced, contorted face, and came as well. His cock was spurting semen against her occupied womb, overflowing and leaking out of her vagina onto his mattress. When he gained his composure he kissed her belly a few more times, and then helped her to her feet. She quietly put her clothes back on. Ulysses did the same. He held the door to his apartment open for her, locked up behind then, and made his way to his car, opening the passenger side door open for her.
The drive back to the gym parking lot was silent. She gave a quiet nod and brief smile when he parked. "I'll see you later," was all she said. Ulysses smiled back and nodded too.
Emily had missed three calls, all from Randy, while she was with Ulysses. She dialed his number at a stop light and called him. No answer. She wondered how many k**s would be screaming or asleep. Luckily, the oldest was the only one up. Emily sat and watched some cartoon show with the c***d who had snuck out of bed. After tucking him in after the show, Emily sat on the edge of his bed, running her hands through his hair as he drifted off to sleep. She was numb, emotionless, but wide awake.
Later in her bathroom, she changed into her pajamas, noticing the large amount of semen in her panties. Shaking her head at her actions, she looked away from it. "Never again," she said to herself, making a promise that she'd never sleep with Ulysses again.
In a ceremonial-like, goodbye to Ulysses, she slowly licked his semen out of her panties, savoring the taste on her tongue as it rolled around in her mouth.
Chapter 7
The next week Emily didn't go to yoga class and she didn't call Ulysses to let him know. She was miserable, but tried to remain focused on her k**s. That weekend her husband informed her he was getting a promotion, which was great, however, the work hours may be longer for awhile. Randy explained the construction crew was working non-stop on a shopping center complex that a developer was trying to deliver. They were all behind and causing a few of the big wigs and higher ups to come in and check out the progress.
Emily sensed his anxiety about it but the first thought that entered her head was that Randy wouldn't be around as much now, she'd be alone with the k**s, and after they went to bed, she could see Ulysses. She reminded herself that she'd never see him again, but her anger overwrote that promise and she called Ulysses once more.
"Oh hi Emily! How are you?" Ulysses answered his cell phone, sitting up in bed.
"Good, I'm good. I was just wondering if I could see you again soon."
"Sure, that'd be great!" He answered.
"Ok, care to meet up for breakfast tomorrow morning?" Emily asked.
"I'd love to," Ulysses said, ending the call, putting his arm around his former stepmother.
"Please be careful with her Ulysses. The last time you were with a married woman you weren't very careful. You remember what happened back when you were in LA at college," Devin said, running her hand down his torso, stroking his cock.
"I will. I'll talk to her about it at breakfast tomorrow."
"Good," Devin said, nibbling his ear as she stroked him. "I'd hate to have anything happen to you. Like an angry husband finding you impaling his wife with this beautiful cock, like last time."
Ulysses smiled, watching Devin climb on top him.
Breakfast the next morning at 8am was friendly, though a bit awkward. Emily knew exactly how it would pan out though. She dropped the k**s off at daycare for a half day, she would meet Ulysses for breakfast, and then she'd invite him back to her house.
"Are you sure this is something you want Emily? I don't want to cause more problems or get you in trouble. I enjoyed the other day with you, but I really don't want either of us to get hurt in any way," Ulysses said.
Emily reached across the table, placing her hand on his, "It's fine, trust me."
Later that morning, Ulysses slowly pulled his twitching cock out of Emily and let it rest on her ass before him. She was on all fours on her bed, and Ulysses had been behind her for most of the morning. A few more spurts of cum poured out of the tip onto her orgasm induced, quivering butt cheeks. He had to leave soon for yoga class. Emily decided to leave shortly after him.
Ulysses SUV rocked gently back and forth in the gym parking lot. They were in the back seat and Emily was on top, bouncing wildly on his cock. She tried to go slow so no one would notice the rocking vehicle, but she couldn't help it; her large belly slamming into his abdomen. Luckily the back windows were tinted.
Later that night, just after 11pm, Emily called Ulysses. He was asleep, but didn't mind being woken. He said that he'll be over soon. Thirty minutes later, Emily snuck out, leaving her sleeping husband and c***dren in their beds and met Ulysses behind her house. Heading through the back door into the kitchen, she began kissing him madly; she went to her knees, sucking and slurping him until he was ready. She stood, turned around, offering herself to him. He slid her sweat pants down. She was moaning as he pummeled her from behind. It was the third time they had sex that day. He had to put his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet as she came. He was next and Emily thought about cum stains on the floor. As she felt that cock begin to pulse with cum inside her, she went to her knees, grabbing it quickly, placing the tip in her mouth to drink up all the erupting semen.
February passed, March passed, and her affair with Ulysses did not. He was at her house every morning, Monday through Friday, in her bed. She was riding him, he was mounting her, she was licking every inch of his body, and he was filling her pussy with cum five days a week, sometimes two or three times in one day if their schedules permitted, for weeks.
As April arrived, Ulysses would go to Emily's house late at night. She'd call him and tell him the come over. She'd sneak out and meet him behind the house again. Since it was warmer out, they had sex outside, on the small back porch, up against the wall of the house. They'd often end their sessions with her sitting on his lap or him sitting on the deck floor running his hands over her growing belly. They were both sweaty in the warm night air. Ulysses would rub her belly from behind, spreading her and his sweat around.
They never once talked about the future or where this affair was headed. Deep down Emily knew. One morning in the middle of May, Emily was standing against Ulysses in the shower. She just hit the nine month mark. She usually carried her other c***dren the full 40 weeks; one c***d staying inside her for 41 weeks. Her belly was huge. Ulysses was kissing on her neck and supporting her belly with both hands.
Suddenly Emily's eyes shot open, she heard a distinctive "mom?" in the distance. Her oldest c***d was home early for some reason. She frowned, looking down to Ulysses erection, ready for round two. Stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel, she went to see what was going on.
Ulysses stood still, straining to listen for Emily. He could barely make out a voice asking her about a car in the driveway. He heard Emily say she didn't know about any car. He then heard a c***d's voice telling Emily about coming home early, and then ask a question regarding going to some other k**'s house.
Emily returned a moment later, shaking head, "Whew!" Dropping her towel, she got back into the shower. Ulysses hugged her gently, his erection resting against her belly.
"Everything ok?" He asked.
Emily nodded, looking up to him, "That was close. I completely forgot he had a different schedule today."
Ulysses nodded, went to his knees in the shower, peppering her belly with kisses. "Let me make love to you once more, and then I'll head off for the day. Maybe I can see you later tonight back here."
Licking her huge belly for a few moments, Ulysses stood, turning Emily around. Going in from behind, he licked and kissed along her neck, holding on to her belly. "So good, you feel so good. You're body is beautiful," He whispered.
Emily smiled, growing weaker in the knees. Moments later Ulysses tightened his grip on her belly and began pumping her full of sperm. "Ahhh yes!"
Ulysses backed away, resting against the shower wall. He cock came out of her gaping hole of a pussy, followed by copious amounts of semen. He smiled, watching it dribble through her pubic forest and onto the front of her hanging belly. Slowly rising, Emily turned around to face him.
"You're so beautiful Emily; please don't ever think you aren't." Ulysses told her.
She smiled and blushed, her hands holding her large belly with two babies growing inside. They kissed again before getting out of the shower. It was a long, slow, tongue sucking kiss. "I can't wait to see you tonight," Emily told him.
Chapter 8
Emily never saw Ulysses that night. She called him, in tears, but never saw him. Her husband came home slightly earlier than normal. Randy uncharacteristically gave Emily a hug and a kiss on the forehead. He told her he loved her then proceeded to play with the k**s, allowing Emily a moment to rest.
That night in bed, Randy kissed her sweetly on the lips, apologizing about his work schedule but telling her that he was doing it for her and the k**s. Laying next to her, he gently placed his hand on her belly and thanked her for having these c***dren and loving him. She attempted not to break down and cry from guilt of her actions, instead, she hugged and kissed him back. Once he was asleep a little while later, she broke down, realizing what she had done; the guilt catching up to her.
She called Ulysses and ended things. He was sad, but understanding. Deep down he was a little relieved. Being at her home made him nervous and fearful of getting caught. She couldn't go to his apartment all that much, because she had to pick up c***dren from daycare and tend to them for the rest of the day. Her house was a compromise in their affair. When Emily ended it, Ulysses was relieved there'd be no more sneaking around.
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