A Lifetime Romance Pt. 05

I thought she would be mad at me, which shows you what the average male knows about the female of the species. She lit up like a million candle power searchlight and you could see every care she had ever had evaporate from her beautiful face.

For an answer, she bounced to her feet stepped around the table, reached down, took my surprised face between her beautiful little hands and kissed me like she was going to start crying.

Most of the rest of the room watched that with wonder. I suppose they all thought I had just proposed, which I had in a way.

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Janey

Paul has excellent taste in hotels and the Wyndham met all of my needs for romance in a romantic city. The dog was something of a hedge against the romance part but I had actually gotten around to the point where I was beginning to appreciate the old scoundrel.

Paul had clearly planned this because his Bentley was waiting for us. He has people in the U.S. who are solely devoted to taking care of our needs and I was sure he arranged all of this through them.

We immediately drove his hound over to the Vet Center and dropped him off for an overnight stay. The aim was to turn him into a more presentable version of his flamboyant self.

However, the look of sheer horror that he shot both of us as the staff led him into the back of the establishment appeared more like he thought that he was Sidney Carton being led to the guillotine.

We went back to the hotel to shower and change and he said he had reservations at a place I would love. It turned out to be right on the water. I had just spent the better part of four months on a boat. So THAT was no particular thrill. But I appreciated the thought.

He had tried to start something in the hotel but I was too eaten up by anxiety to respond like I normally do. I had to have a discussion with him but I didn't know how to bring up the topic. So I was sitting at our table looking across at his ruggedly handsome face trying to forget what I really wanted to talk about.

That was when he looked me very sincerely in the eye and told me that HE had something that HE wanted to talk about.

I assumed at first that he just wanted to tell me about the next off the wall place we would be sailing to after he got his dog back from the spa. But he said that he had something he wanted ME to do for him the next day and by the tone of his voice I could tell it didn't involve a flea dip.

Anxiety shot through me like a lightning strike. We always do things together and this did not sound like good news. So I waited with alarm bells going off everywhere in my head. The little lady up there said very emphatically, "This couldn't be good dearie."

Then he started to talk. He told me that he had set up an OB appointment for me and he wanted me to go to it because he was gathering all of the information we would need to start the process of having a child together.

I couldn't believe my ears. I had been torturing myself trying to figure out how to break the news to him that I wanted a baby and he had not only decided the same thing but had actually laid all of the groundwork to make it happen.

I had two immediate thoughts. The first and most unimportant one was, "No wonder this man is a captain of industry." The other one was about me dancing wildly around the room yelling at the top of my lungs, "I love this guy!!!"

The little lady did a boogey that made me worry she would break a hip and finished it off by doing the splits right there in my head.

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Paul

She wanted me to fuck her as soon as we got back. In fact she made her first moves in the Bentley, which had me standing at attention in an embarrassing sort of way when I dropped the car off to the valet.

But if things went as planned I was saving it all up for later deposit and so for the first and probably only time in our life I sent her to bed without satisfying her.

She was really hurt so I had to tell her a little bit more about my plans. I told her I had something for after her appointment, assuming we got good news. And that I wanted that to be special.

So we fell into bed with her naked little body pressed tightly against mine. I chewed on my pillow for several hours and then mercifully fell asleep.

We drove over to the Medical Center the next morning. My people chose Anadolu after considerable research on the topic of female reproduction.

I had no concerns about Janey and her health and by her attitude I could tell that she thought an Ob/Gyn appointment was silly. But she had had her reproductive systems off-line for a long time and they are complex. So I wanted to get respected professional opinion about the situation as we started them back up.

The appointment was early and Janey is not a morning person but there was an admittedly adolescent male grand gesture that I had planned if the results were as I suspected they would be and I needed time.

She was dressed in an outfit that I had first seen her in back before we actually got together, very tight jeans and a red scooped top that showed off her magnificent breasts. She said that it was her good luck charm since she was wearing it the day she realized I was interested in her.

Without her really trying, that beautiful body in that outfit would also melt a stone idol.

The doctor who did the consult was a Turk. He had been chosen and fully briefed by my medical people back in the States. His accent was full-out Oxford Don without any attempt on his part to put on that air. My people told me he was world-class.

It was also clear that he didn't consult on these kinds of simple cases but money can be very persuasive. I was not present during the actual examination of course. No self-respecting male would ever want to do that. But I was allowed to discuss the results with him and Janey.

He had done the extra blood work to check that the hormone levels were properly balanced to conceive and that her female equipment was in good working order.

Everything in his mind was perfect for the task ahead. He said that he had never examined a woman as uncannily fit for childbirth as Janey. Logically all of the structures that make her so sexily attractive to men are also critical to childbearing.

He said that based on his medical observations and the results of the tests he was certain that Janey was fully ready to conceive and carry a child to term. We both thanked him profusely and I made a mental note to have my people thank him in more concrete ways and we exited the Center at exactly 10:00 in the morning that bright sunny day.

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Janey

The little lady in my head couldn't stop shaking up the bottles of Champaign and delightedly spraying them over everybody. And the only thing I could think about during dinner was how elaborately and extensively I was going to fuck Paul that night.

I don't care what the male of the species tells you. Unless the guy is a totally irresponsible hound, who plans on no involvement with raising the child, it is very difficult for men to sacrifice their precious "freedom" to the next generation.

And with Paul's lack of parental models and forlorn childhood I would have perfectly understood if he had never wanted children.

The fact that he was going to a ridiculous extreme to show me that he supported me in my need to do this was beyond precious to me.

So I was really concerned when, for the first time ever, he did not respond to my advances. I unzipped his pants and dragged his cock out as soon as we had cleared the parking lot of the restaurant and played with him with my hands and mouth until he was fully erect.

It was lucky it was late enough in the evening that he didn't kill us both with distracted driving. But he pushed me away before we reached the valet station of the hotel, which was understandable given that we had to go up to the room.

However, as soon as we reached the room I smashed him against the wall wrapped my legs around his waist and went back to kissing him passionately. He gently unwound me and told me with a tone of voice that indicated that he was pretty-much at his wits end himself, that he just wanted to go to bed that night.

I was crushed and I showed it. He explained that there was something he wanted to do that was part of tomorrow's happening. He said that he knew it was symbolic but that it was important to him to make the gesture.

I had to take an Ambien to sleep that night and I hoped he was suffering as much as I was.

He rousted me out at some ungodly hour in the morning. I fixed myself up and put on my lucky outfit, the one I was poured into the night that I first saw him sitting at the Tavern.

The doctor and the interview were the usual Ob/Gyn experience. It's something that every woman in the world wishes she could avoid. The doctor did a little extra blood work at the suggestion of some medical expert that Paul had hired back in the States.

The consult afterward was the kind of good news that I expected. I know I am extremely healthy and I know that these huge tits and hips are meant for a task greater than making men drool, so I was not surprised that the examination found me fertile and ready to be plowed.

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Paul

Janey was radiant as we got back in the Bentley and I headed for the Bostanc docks which were about a 20 minute drive across town from the medical center.

It is hard to explain the feeling a man gets when the woman who you love transitions from lover to the person who will bear and raise your children.

I have always known that Janey's looks made her a trophy and that her intelligence and wisdom were exceptional. I have also known that her unabashed sexuality is a true gift.

But I am also well aware that in many respects we are closely matched in all of those characteristics.

What I had not thought of was the fact that only SHE could create the next generation for us. That realization touched something both profound and fundamentally sexual in my lizard brain and I had to act on it.

Fortunately I had already made plans for a gesture that I hoped was grand enough to communicate how important this understanding of her new role in our relationship was to me.

I got the idea from seeing her gallant defense of herself in the alley in Mykonos. There was something almost classically heroic in the way that little woman made her fighting stand. That image reminded me that the Trojan War had taken place in this neck of the woods. And it was the Iliad that had spawned everybody's ideas about heroism.

So I decided that our first foray into baby making ought to be in the very spot immortalized by Homer, Troy that is.

I know that going to the trouble that I was going through in order to fuck her for the first time for baby making purposes sounds like wretched excess and silly to boot. But I wanted to make it clear to my wife in no uncertain terms that I would be committed to her and our child forever.

Plus my adolescent boy self knew that it would absolutely blow her mind.

I had booked us and the Bentley on the Bandirma fast ferry and from there on to Canakkale for the night. Before we left for the medical center I had had the concierge staff at the Wyndham pack an overnight bag for both of us and load it in the Bentley.

I had asked Janey to pick an outfit for a romantic picnic and what she came up with was like something out of a Jane Austen novel. It was pale linen with an empire waist that made her tits look like works of art, yet still showcasing her extraordinary legs.

The total trip was supposed to be four hours and we were booked into the Kolin in Canakkale, which is a true five star, for the night. With the usual delays we rolled in there at 3 in the afternoon.

Janey was tired so I told her to take a nap while I made some final arrangements. The arrangements included securing a full picnic supper from the excellent kitchen at the Kolin.

It was packed in a classic English hamper complete with a huge white linen table cloth and napkins and a St. Estephe, Vin Delimite de Qualite Superieure Medoc.

I woke her at 4:30 to get ready for the half hour drive to Troias. She knew we were going on a special late afternoon picnic and between the way the dress accentuated her curves, her minimally made up face and her perfect glowing health I had never seen her more vital and eager.

She was not exactly certain why I was going to all of the trouble, or exactly where we were going but besides being the world's greatest lover she is game for anything and she trusts me. So she rode along looking at the passing countryside with interest.

I told her that the mountain that she could just see way to the southwest was Mt. Ida, which was where the gods supposedly sat and watched the fall of Troy.

She was suddenly very interested in her surroundings, because she is probably the only person in the modern world who has ever actually read the entire Iliad cover to cover and enjoyed it.

It was getting toward 6:00. I had provided a serious "gift" to the local Turkish administrator to clear off the tourists and give me exclusive access to the site.

I had also made a significant donation to the University that was conducting the dig at Troy VII to do two things.

First I wanted all of them to get lost at exactly 5:30 and second I wanted them to keep the large canopy that they had pitched over the dig site of their most recent work up for the night.

We drove into the park at Troias and Janey looked at me questioningly. I told her that we were at the sight of Homer's Troy and that we had permission to have a private picnic in the dig site all by ourselves.

She is a very intelligent woman with a much deeper sense of history than any person I know, so the look of sheer wonder that crossed her beautiful face made all of the effort and money I had spent completely worthwhile.

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Janey

I was stunned. The little voice in my head was marveling over and over to herself, "TROY, this is TROY!!??" Paul was sitting there with a wolfish grin looking pleased as punch. I was flabbergasted.

I had first read the Iliad when I was eight and I spent years imagining myself as Helen, the most beautiful woman of ancient times, daughter of Zeus, sister of Castor and Pollex and wife of Menelaus.

It was her running away from Sparta with her lover Paris that brought on the Trojan War. And I was sitting at that very place. I was overcome by the wonder of it and by the generosity of Paul's gesture.

But where were all of the people?

Paul laughed merrily at that. He said, "I made a minor contribution to the advancement of archaeological research for all of them to take the rest of the day off."

He said with an expansive gesture, "The place is all ours."

I am not sure he fully understood what that implied, because if the place was all HIS, then he was now the modern equivalent of King Priam. Fitting!

He took my arm and said the university people have a ground shelter in this direction so let's set up our picnic over there.

He led me up a slight incline, mysterious ruins sticking out of the ground and inexplicable structures that were revealed by trenches.

We went around an ancient standing wall and I saw a large white canopy shading what was obviously a working archaeological site. I was stupefied.

He was no surer of where we were going than I was but we picked our way under the canopy and down a wide inclined trench into an almost fully excavated fifteen by fifteen foot square of ancient blocks, piled perhaps four, or five feet high.

It was roofless of course and one wall was entirely down.

With the canopy shading us from the still hot Anatolian sun it was cool and very earthy smelling.

Then I saw the scorch marks. The walls on two sides had ancient soot on them as if there had been a huge all-consuming fire in the room. Paul seemed to be in as much awe as I was.

This structure was part of Troy Seven A. The layer that most scholars believe is the Troy of the Iliad. And what we were seeing were signs of the destruction of the place! This was authentic!

I was unable to move or speak. I just stood there thinking, I might be standing in the very room where Helen herself lived!"

While I stood and gaped, Paul spread the table cloth on the floor. I sat on it still in wonder and then looked at him for the first time. He was looking strangely at me. Then he began to talk.

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Paul

She was in a trance. I got everything arranged and sort of guided her to sit on the table cloth next to me. She sat with her usual feline grace. Her dress was a pale blue, made of light linen with a scoop neck and a little gold chain that I had given her resting on the extreme swell of her breasts.

With the dress contrasting with her golden skin she looked like a passable copy of Helen herself. I decided that "Janey of Troy" was probably an appropriate description.

I asked her, "Do you know why we are here?"

She said eagerly, "Because you knew how much this would thrill me."

I said, "Yes but this is symbolic of something else. I was so struck by your heroism back in Mykonos that I want to make our child in a place that is appropriate to your courageous soul."

Her expressive hazel eyes misted.

I said, "This might not be the place where it actually happens but I want this ancient place to be a symbol of how enduring my love is for you and how touched, and I might add totally turned on, I am by what we are about to do."

She looked at me with her eyes shining and said, "And what might THAT be sailor?"

I reached over and pulled her to me. I said, "There is nobody within three miles of this spot in case you want to know."

She said huskily and very emphatically, "Too bad. I want to put on a show that has not been seen inside these walls in 3,200 years and the baby I will produce for you will be somebody of legend."

Then she opened her beautiful, sensual mouth for the most loving and passionate kiss she has ever given me.

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Janey

I love the man. I will always love the man. But sometimes he promotes himself to godlike status. It is hard for me to believe that such a strong and in some ways brutally effective and competent man can be so sweet and sensitive.

There had been no change in our relationship except we had finally agreed that the sex would be for something more than our own personal enjoyment. It didn't mean that I wouldn't fuck him on demand for any other reason than the fun of it. It just meant that we were working toward another, much more profound goal now.

It might have been the long layoff, or the fact that we had not fucked the night before, but I was wild for him. We were both lying on our sides acing each other; supported by our left and right arm respectively.

I heard myself panting softly. I reached over put my hand behind his head, pulled him to me and kissed him with all of the love and passion I could muster. The emotion was too much and I moaned loudly.

He laid me down gently on my back and looked into my eyes like he was doing a Vulcan mind meld. I looked just as deeply back at him panting loudly now. My arms were at my sides, fists in a ball.

He was still supporting himself on his left arm and with his right hand he began lightly caressing my temples and the side of my head around my ears. I was looking at him with pure lust.

He sat me up and unzipped the dress at the back. I shed it to my waist while unsnapping my bra and dropping it on the tablecloth next to me.

He shed his shirt and we were both naked to the waist.

He lay me back down and kissed me tenderly on my lips. I responded eagerly but he was acting like this was more of a religious ceremony than a fuck. I understood what he was thinking since I was thinking the same thing. We were doing this for another reason.