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Part 12
"Why, I don't understand?" were the words that I could muster as Mark
removed his now flaccid cock from inside me. Turning around to face him,
instantly, I was amazed at how much weight he had managed to lose from
that body, considering how curvy it once was. What was also apparent, was
that he had obviously undergone several surgical procedures. Where there
were once glorious, bouncy breasts were now powerful pectoral muscles and
small, masculine nipples above a toned abdominal area, which had replaced
a previously soft belly. Most astounding, was the facial transformation -
a previously feminine face, which was pretty but showing the signs of
aging with sagging and wrinkles, was replaced with a much younger looking
face, featuring a chiselled, bearded, manly jawline. I must say, there
was no way anybody could have guessed he was previously female, never
mind a plus-size, mature woman.
"Because it was fucking hot! Don't pretend you didn't like it, you dirty
old bitch," he replied belligerently, interrupting my musing, as he
reached around to grab my arse and give it a squeeze with both hands. He
then began to get dressed, carefree, as if this whole bizarre ordeal was
a non-event.
I continued to quiz him, feeling completely perplexed as I pulled a
blanket to cover my exposed body. "But how did you even know we would be
here?"
Mark responded with a chuckle, as he reclined back in a chair with his
shirt unbuttoned, looking like the cat who got the cream, "Now, that is
funny. I've been coming to this club for a while. I had spent six long
months working my arse off - literally - getting this body into shape,
and I wanted to reap the rewards from now having a nice physique. I've
fucked my way through half the members here and I had a regular
arrangement with one couple - Greg and Sandra - I believe you've met
them." I nodded and waited for him to continue revealing the extent of
his recent sexual exploits.
"You won't believe how excited I got when Greg revealed the breath-taking
time he and Sandra had with an older couple named Robert and Jane. I got
especially interested when he mentioned he had invited you to the club,
so I made sure I was here to welcome you. I watched you eagerly tonight
and when I spotted you being led by Robert towards the 'grab-a-wife'
game, I knew that was going to be my opportunity to strike and claim you
as my conquest," Mark boasted, with an air of arrogance that was both
sickening and alluring at the same time. Now I could relate to the many
women seem to be attracted to bad boys.
Feeling violated and ashamed, I crossed my arms, crushing my breasts
against my body. "Well, are you happy now then? You got what you wanted
and now you can tick it off your sexual bucket list or whatever." I
snapped at the conceited, smug man opposite. He was everything that I
wasn't as a man, and I don't know if that is good or bad.
"Well, I have to say, there was something incredibly horny about having
sex with the person I used to be. Sliding into the pussy that used to be
mine, using the cock that used to be yours. But I do have to admit, I do
prefer younger girls, closer to my own age, however I would still be open
to giving you a good pounding again, if you're older husband can't
satisfy your needs," Mark answered in typical form, taking great pleasure
in taunting me, as he buttoned up his shirt.
My shame had now transformed into fury due to the sheer entitlement this
overconfident individual exuded as he stood before me gloating. I
seethed, "You can't help but lie, deceive, cheat, and steal to get your
own way, can you? Yet, no matter how low you sink, you never seem to
develop any kind of faculty for self-reflection or empathy! I should tell
Robert about what you have done."
Expectedly, Mark was numb to my barbed observations, which generated
nothing more than a shrug. "Tell him if you want - it's no skin off my
nose." He nonchalantly replied as he sprang to his feet.
There was no grand exit, not even any expression of emotion as Mark left
the room. An indifferent "See you later, Jane," was evidently all he felt
I deserved, despite the history we had shared and the experience to which
I had just been subjected.
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Many months had now passed since my last encounter with Mark, and that
experience had completely put me off swinging for good. I never confided
in Robert about what had unfolded that evening, partly because I knew it
would hurt him deeply but also because I just wanted to erase it from my
mind. However, he knew something bad had happened but was kind enough not
to pressure me into disclosing the events and accepted my decision to
stop swinging altogether. The experience had created a stronger, more
intense appreciation of the bond I shared with Robert, and the only kind
of sex I was interested in was the loving kind with my husband, when
pleasure was intertwined with the feeling of affection, trust and deep
connection.
With swinging now out of the picture, we were able to devote our
attention to the more meaningful aspects of life. We enjoyed many trips
away to new destinations in addition to visiting our children. We also
continued with our attempts to conceive a child, investing large amounts
into IVF treatments and tests along the way. I tried so hard not to get
too attached to the idea of becoming pregnant, but I couldn't help the
maternal desires that persisted within me. I was a pessimist by nature,
and the nagging voice in my mind that told me it would never happen - but
even good things happen to pessimists, they just don't acknowledge them!
It was on the first day of Spring, a day when warmth had begun to
penetrate the previously chilly air and the daffodils started to emerge
everywhere you looked, when I was expecting my normally reliable period
to commence. It never came. I tried not to get too excited but, two days
later, when it still hadn't begun, I decided to try a pregnancy test.
Positive! Both Robert and I were ecstatic, and we began to make plans and
arrangements for the arrival of our fourth child. The nagging voice that
once told me I would never get pregnant now tried to convince me that I
was going to miscarry. The months passed and at every step I made sure I
rigorously followed the advice of the doctors as well as the staff at the
antenatal classes. Thankfully, Robert made sure I got the best care money
could buy. We attended regular scans, and, each time, we were given the
same news - the baby was healthy! We decided that we didn't want the
gender of the child revealed to us and we would wait until the birth. I
was now starting to believe that this dream of mine was going to become a
reality.
The months passed and the due date grew closer. I was now 7 months into
this pregnancy and my baby bump had ballooned to a size that was now
impossible to conceal from friends and family. I was at home, alone,
trying to find a comfortable position in a chair to bring some relief to
my lower back pain when I heard the clatter of the letterbox. Struggling
to get to my feet, I slowly removed myself from my seat, using the wall
to assist me. Tentatively, I made my way towards the front door, one hand
massaging my belly and the other occasionally pressing against the wall
to support me. I just about managed to grab the letter from the door mat
and take it to the kitchen.
I leaned against the kitchen island, alleviating some of the pressure
from my feet and lower back, and examined the envelope. Notably, the
markings on the outside showed that this letter had been rerouted several
times, sent from pillar to post, due to the incorrect address and, as a
result, it had been delayed for months! Carefully, I opened the envelope,
making sure not to rip the contents. Upon unfolding the letter, once it
was removed, I swiftly realised it was from a doctor we had hired during
our attempts to conceive. The letter explained that our test results had
been returned and, unfortunately, due to Robert's exceptionally low sperm
count, we had less than a 1% chance of conceiving a child.
Shock filled my body as I tried to process the information I had just
read. How did we manage to get pregnant? Was this a miracle baby - maybe
the gods were looking down on us and smiling? Then that shock turned to
dread. I cast my mind back to the evening of my steamy encounter with
Mark. The dates all matched up, but I made him wear a condom and I even
double-checked he was wearing one. But this was Mark, the one person I
knew who was twisted enough of get a kick out of this. Would he sink low
enough to pierce holes in a condom to impregnate me for a kick? Yes, yes
he would. What a predicament I was trapped in!
I spent the next couple of weeks deliberating what I should do. Do I come
clean and tell Robert and break his heart? That felt like the right thing
to do but the pain and chaos caused wouldn't be worth it. Should I go to
the police and report this as a crime and finally get some revenge on
this sick individual? I was tempted but over time the anger dispersed and
I realised the damage this action would cause. I concluded that there was
only one option I could live with - one that would protect Robert from
misery and deprive Mark of the satisfaction of knowing he impregnated me.
I would keep this secret to myself and let Robert blissfully enjoy being
a father. He was not a young man so god knows how long he would be in the
child's life. He's almost certainly not the father, but I knew that
raising a child in the loving embrace of two adoring parents was the
right thing to do. Some secrets are worth keeping for the greater good
and this is one I could live with. This is what a truly loving, caring,
empathetic mother and wife would do, and that is exactly who I am!
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