But she didn't, instead after thirty minutes a security guard came and told me I had to leave the hotel. I couldn't believe she called security on me. I felt humiliated. I left the hotel and drove back to my apartment, hundreds of questions flooding my brain.
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My plan was a success. After five nerve racking weeks I discovered that I was pregnant. I waited another two to tell John, after I had been to my doctor to confirm it. John was overjoyed by the news, he said that God had finally blessed me for reforming my life. That made me feel even guiltier, but the happiness I felt from finally being pregnant overcame those feelings of guilt.
We named our son Elijah. I had never seen John so happy. Our marriage was once again perfect, I felt justified in my sin. John was so ecstatic about our first son that he immediately wanted to have more. I tried to convince him that I needed at least a couple of years to recuperate and adjust to being a mother, but my arguments fell on deaf ears.
So once again we tried to conceive. Of course nothing happened, but John was even more determined this time around, since he was confident that it would eventually happen again. It was joyless sex, I was tired from taking care of the baby and John was more intent on getting it done quickly than making it pleasurable. I started back at work six months after Elijah was born and grew even more tired. We actually began to bicker. I just wasn't willing to remain silent any longer.
I thought about Simon often during that time. That one night I experienced with him was such the opposite of each night I spent with John. I found myself looking at his file at least once a week, sometimes more. Whenever I saw that he had an appointment scheduled, I would find a way to be out of the office, just in case he recognized me. Although once or twice I told the doctor that I had to go home for a couple of hours to take care of the baby, but instead waited in the park across the street, just to get a glimpse of Simon entering the building.
After a little more than a year and a half of futile attempts with John I decided to give Simon another chance. I grabbed his number from the doctor's database and waited for an opportunity to call him.
Finally fate lined up once again. John took Elijah to visit his Aunt in Arizona for a weekend, right when I was scheduled to be ovulating. John was angry about me refusing to take Friday off of work so I could go, but I firmly stood my ground.
I knew Simon was in town since he had just been to the doctor on Wednesday for a check up so I felt confident when I made the arrangements at the hotel downtown. It felt refreshing to hear his voice on the other line when I called. I was surprised by how eager he sounded to see me. I was afraid he would have forgotten me like some cheap one nightstand.
He showed up precisely at the appointed time. The desire in his eyes revealed exactly how much he had been thinking about me. He looked good, a bit more seasoned, not so much like a kid in college like the last time. Not to say that he looked his age, 31, which I knew from his file, he still appeared to be in his twenties.
Last time it was my mission that fed my desire, this time the mission was the same, but I found myself physically wanting him as well. He was attractive, tall, athletic, and well groomed. He had style, he wasn't dull like John.
Plus, there was the memories of what he did too me the last time. Just the memory of that sensation made my pussy wet. I can't even count the number of times I was with John, but actually thinking about Simon.
I bought some special lingerie for him, the first pair I'd purchased since I met John. It felt exhilarating to buy it, knowing that Simon's lustful eyes would see me in them. His reaction when I took off my robe didn't disappoint. His jaw dropped, I felt sexy again.
The sex was out of this world. He definitely had the touch. Our lovemaking carried over into the morning and I made the mistake of staying too long. I was supposed to have lunch at John's parent's house at noon, but it was already ten o'clock by the time I succeeded in getting him out the door. I felt bad about being so rude, he looked totally confused. He probably thought I was crazy.
To make matters worse he tried to wait outside my door for me. I hated doing it, but I called security and had him escorted out of the hotel. Luckily he didn't cause any problems, but it was still ugly.
Megan was born nine months later. She was beautiful. John again was the happiest man alive. But I couldn't just forget this time how badly he treated me while we were trying to conceive. When I was able to have sex again, I told him that I wanted to go on birth control. He flipped out. He couldn't believe I would want to do such a thing. It took as long enough to have two children, if we didn't keep trying we would only end up with two he argued. Plus, he blamed my previous birth control use for me not being able to readily get pregnant.
I withdrew the idea, although I refused to allow him to treat me like some sort of birthing cow. I told him I wanted a normal sex life, not one predicated on my ovulation cycle. He verbally agreed, but it was clear from his actions that he was still trying to have another child.
Then it happened. One year after Megan was born I came home to find him waiting for me in the kitchen. He looked beyond angry. Evidently he was so eager to have more children that he broke down and went to the doctor. The doctor informed him that he was sterile. John couldn't believe it. He told the doctor about his two children, but the doctor explained to him that he had probably always been sterile.
John almost hit me that night. I could see it in his eyes. He yelled and yelled and yelled until his voice was gone. Finally, he declared that he was going to take a paternity test. I just sat there silently, aware that I had dug my own grave.
The test of course confirmed his suspicion. He was not the father. He immediately kicked me and my two kids out of his house. Elijah was already three, John had loved him like no one else, yet he refused to even look at Elijah when he threw us out.
I received the divorce papers a couple of days later. John was ready to go to war. He didn't want to give me anything. And I felt like I didn't deserve anything.
I wasn't able to support us on my medical assistant job alone, so I started dancing a couple of nights a week. I felt horrible doing so, I had sworn off that life after I met John. But my children gave me the strength to struggle through each day.
Carla was an enormous help. She let me and the kids stay in her apartment until we found a place of her own. She even volunteered to watch the kids when I had to work at night.
Then John dropped the bomb on me, he was actually suing for custody of my two children. He claimed that I was unfit to be a mother. I couldn't believe it. I hired a lawyer and he assured me that it was unlikely that John would win, but there was a possibility, especially in light of my past suicide attempt and sordid past. I couldn't believe John was using that against me. It was like he took the breath right back out of me. I was desperate.
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Michael decided to try out marriage once again. We are kidded him about his first marriage being such a disaster, why would he want to try it again, but he was adamant in his desire. So in preparation for his second marriage we threw him a bachelor party and hired five strippers from a local strip joint.
We held it at the home I just bought. The architectural design firm I had started seven years ago was doing well. I took pride in my success especially since my first wife had criticized me for a lack of ambition. It was a spacious place, three bedrooms, plus a large living room. We decided to set up two of the bedrooms for private dances. I was a little wary about what might take place in there, but I trusted most of our friends to use their common sense, even if drunk, and not do anything stupid.
And all of us, about twenty-five guys, were pretty intoxicated by the time the girls showed up. The girls wore carnival masks as arranged. All of them looked gorgeous. I was more concerned with keeping an eye on the guys, than the actual show, but I can't lie and say I didn't watch.
The girls worked the room, playfully teasing all the guys, but giving special attention to the man of the hour. They dragged Michael onto a chair in the middle of the room, blindfolded him, and tied his hands behind his back. Each of the girls took turns teasing him, rubbing their tits in his face, nibbling on his ear, grinding their asses into his groin. He was obviously loving it, as made evident by the bulge in his pants.
After the show the girls dispersed throughout the room hopping from man to man. One of the girls looked familiar. In fact she looked like Kate. I mean I couldn't really make out her face behind the mask, but her body, and I did remember her body incredibly well, had all the curves that I constantly dreamed about. I tried to shake the thought off, especially since in the past two years I've seen Kate seemingly everywhere. I even thought I saw her working at my doctor's office.
Even if this girl wasn't Kate, she reminded me of her, and that was enough to pique my interest. I ventured over to the area she was holding court with another one of the girls, a short Asian girl with small perky breast and a nice tight ass. The girls were working the guys, groping each other while the guys enthusiastically encouraged them on.
When I joined the guys, the one I thought looked like Kate gave me a double take. She immediately walked over to another part of the room. I was intrigued so I followed. She started to dance with another girl, but when she saw that I had made my way over as well, she instantly fled again.
I caught up with her, though before she could get more than a couple of feet. "Kate?" I called out quietly, I just couldn't help myself. She spun around and shook her head, but I was close enough to see her eyes. They were definitely the soft green eyes that had haunted me for the past five years. If there was one feature I could identify anywhere, it was her eyes.
