A Lifetime Romance Pt. 05

He began to explore my heavy breasts like he was seeing them in a different light. They were swollen and huge with all of the hot blood pumping through them. He lightly caressed my nipples which caused them to stiffen painfully. Then he gave each a gentle kiss. That sensation almost drove me over the edge.

I was moaning quietly now in accompaniment with my panting. He pushed the rest of my dress and my panties off over my hips and placed them tenderly on the hamper. He stripped off his own pants and we were both naked, lying in the middle of an ancient house in historic Troy.

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Paul

She let me lay her softly on her back. The dirt underneath the large table cloth was smoothed flat by all of the workers moving around in there and so the feeling was like lying in a large firm bed. I looked into those incredible tawny eyes and she was looking back at me as if we were one soul.

That is something she can regularly do.

She is so sexual that I felt the overwhelming urge to mount her and fuck her like some Trojan hero coming home from battle. But this was NOT why we were here. So instead I caressed that much adored face.

Her mouth opened and she began to pant, fast deep breaths. I sat her back up and we worked together to strip her to the waist. Her magnificent breasts were swollen with passion, lying on her chest like something out of an advertisement for Hollywood breast enlargement, but perfectly natural nonetheless.

Her nipples are always very prominent and they are usually my favorite thing to feast on. But today they were looking intimidatingly functional; standing up very tall and hard with their little tiny openings clearly visible. I worshiped them instead.

She was panting and moaning loudly and it was time. So I made us both naked. I gently got between her legs. Usually she tells me in very explicit terms what she wants me to do at this point, but she was still only moaning tenderly and panting loudly, holding her legs up and slightly bent apart with no effort whatsoever.

I placed myself at her entrance and slid up into her. I could feel her welcoming me, almost pulling me in. I touched her cervix supporting myself on my arms so as not to crush her. She was moving very slightly, rhythmically but not really fucking back. I withdrew and she gasped and then pushed ahead gently again.

It was a slow fuck, like it had been that night in Salerno. That particular night she was extremely impatient but today she was totally wide open and accepting, meeting my thrusts with a gentle rock of her hips and a little moan each time I bottomed out in her.

I continued to look into her eyes, willing things to happen in that fertile womb of hers. She began to become more agitated as we moved together in a gentle motion, her legs elevated higher knees widely spread in a graceful classic female fucking position.

Finally she began to vocalize, "Ahhhh, Ahhhh, Ahhhh, Ohhhhh, Ahhhh, Ahhhh, Ahhhh, Ohhhhh!"

That rose in intensity until she couldn't take it any longer and she came wildly. Her insides were as white hot as usual but they were literally tugging on my cock like she wanted what I had to give her.

That came immediately afterward, with an explosion that had the force of an almost week long layoff behind it.

I was not rational for some period of time, nor was she. But when I finally came back to my senses I was lying on top of her, still supporting myself on my arms. With her huge tits squashed between us and I had not lost the slightest stiffness.

In an amazingly short time we began to move together again. This time we were much more forceful. She was bucking under me like she usually does and I was ramming her like I couldn't get far enough into her.

She had a crazed look on her face, which probably matched mine, as she fucked me with every ounce of strength she had. I was wildly humping her. That couldn't last long and we came powerfully together again, which rarely happens twice.

I rolled off her to lie on my back looking at the nylon canopy 30 feet over my head.

This time it took several minutes to get my wits back. My first rational thought was, "If her reproductive system is back on line THAT is going to make a baby"! She was lying next to me sobbing.

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Janey

I don't know what gets into me when I have one of those moments. He had made me cum twice in ways that I could have never imagined. It felt like the contractions would never end and each of them was off the end of the Richter scale. I almost felt myself conceive on the spot.

The sheer sensation of being fucked like that combined with the gravitas of the moment and the splendor of the place grabbed me by the chest and forced huge wails of emotion out of me.

I know he thought I was crying because I was sad and so in between sobs I had to tell him that I was just so happy I had to let it out.

We lay there for several minutes just gathering our thoughts. Then we slowly got back to vertical and began dressing.

I noticed that very little of his seed had leaked out of me. It was almost as if my body was consciously holding on to it for some other purpose.

He had brought a picnic but I wasn't interested in eating. I just wanted to sit quietly and soak in the moment. I am never surprised by what happens in my life with him. But this was one instance when I was so overcome by every aspect of the event, from the extreme solemnness of the place to the absolute kind-heartedness of the gesture that I couldn't do anything but sit there and process my feelings.

He cracked open the wine and poured each of us a glass. He held out his glass to me and I responded by giving him a weak smile and clinking mine on his. He said, "I think we should name her Helen."

I totally lost it again. I know that this sounds pathetically silly and totally sophomoric but I swear that I could feel it happening. We had just conceived another human being in a moment of absolute love.

Looking at it with hindsight I realize that that actually was the case. But I still offer that I knew it that instant. Women know these things and I swear it!

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Paul

She wasn't interested in eating. Neither was I. She just sat there buried deep inside her own psyche, thinking.

I have known this woman for almost six years and I know that she has a very complex and unfathomable mind. But in this instance I knew exactly what she was thinking about.

So I wrestled the wine open, poured both of us a glass and offered a toast to our new daughter. I was certain that she would be a daughter because Janey's female spirit was too strong to produce anything else.

She started to cry again. Normally I would have been concerned but it was obvious what she was crying about and why.

We were both thoughtful and sober as I packed up the picnic and we made our way back to the Bentley. The Turkish supervisor of the site was waiting for us at the car, smiling.

I knew that he wanted to make sure we didn't take anything with us as well as to make himself "available" if I felt motivated to provide him with another "gift."

He said, "The experience was to your liking?"

I said "It was indeed" and passed him five hundred Euros for his consideration.

He smiled and turned back toward his Range Rover. I thought to myself, "You have no idea how much that experience was to my liking."

We drove back to the Kolin in silence. Silence can mean a number of things, ranging from anger and rage on one end of the scale to divine contentment on the other. We were off the end of the scale on the "blissful" side.

I handed the car and the unfinished picnic to the valet and we made our way up to the room. She immediately undressed and disappeared in the shower. I sat and thought.

It was night and the lights of the city were glistening in the waters of the Dardanelles in the distance. I honestly didn't know how to treat her now.

When men experience the moment that their little hottie is promoted to maternal status their first instinct is to start thinking about the woman like their mom.

Men don't really understand motherhood in any subjective sense. What they DO know though is that there are things going on inside her that make you more or less irrelevant for the next nine months. And that the wild sex that you might have had prior to the pregnancy is tempered by the fact that she is also in the middle of constructing another person.

So the impression that men all have is that the woman would just as soon that you respected her biological mission by staying out of her womb.

And I didn't know whether that was what I was supposed to do or not. Hell! I didn't even know whether she was knocked up or not, let alone her attitudes toward sex during pregnancy. But there was suddenly a "distance" there that had never existed before.

She came out of the shower glowing, drying her hair with a towel. That is all of the "hair styling" that Janey does. She looked at me with total love in her eyes and walked unselfconsciously naked toward me. She took my head, as I was sitting there, and held it to her chest.

Since there was also a pair of really splendid tits in that same vicinity, I would normally do something adolescently amorous with them. But this time I hesitated. She immediately drew back and looked at me.

She said to me in that incredibly smoky contralto voice, "I know what you are thinking and you are SO incredibly wrong that I don't know where to start explaining it to you."

She said, "I am sure you just impregnated me, it is way too early to tell but I know it deep down in my woman soul."

She said, "And now you are sitting there trying to figure out where you fit into the equation for the rest of our lives."

I said, "What the fuck, do you levitate objects along with reading minds?"

She said, "I don't need to read your mind, I know men are little boys and I can see it in your face. So let me tell you about what is going to happen for the rest of our lives.

"First I am going to so thoroughly fuck you on that bed over there that you are going to be begging me to stop.

"THEN I am going to fuck you again tomorrow morning until you will be too weak to drive the car.

"And THEN I am going to fuck you when we get back to the hotel in Istanbul.

"THEN I am going to start the next day by fucking you wherever we decide to begin our next new adventure together. The point being that you haven't made yourself irrelevant. You have made me your soul mate for life and the baby will just be one more person who will love you to distraction."

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Janey

He was sitting there looking confused and a little forlorn. I felt a wave of passion for him that was given extra weight and depth by what I sincerely believed was our new standing as parents.

I recognize that I really didn't and couldn't have proof of that status but there are things that a woman just knows. He, on the other hand, was no longer sure of where he stood with me.

All men segregate "mothers" from "women." It is perfectly understandable given the fact that we are the ones who bear them and raise them.

So "mom" is some special deity in their world, whereas the other "girls" are just sex objects.

Of course it makes sense to not view "mom" as having the same needs and emotions as one of the people whose pants you are trying to get into.

But a woman is a woman and if you share a child in a loving relationship that only deepens the connection between a man and his wife.

I knew that Paul was not going to be the kind of dad who loses interest in the whole parenting thing once the novelty of having a small dependent person who shares their genetic material wears off. And I was never going to stop wanting him in "that way."

So his concerns about turning some metaphoric corner in our relationship as man and wife were just a fear of the unknown.

Plus, he might know something about the internet but he knew nothing about female technology. And given what he was clearly thinking, which was the fact that there was somebody else in there now, I was wild to have him inside me just to reassure him that nothing had changed; and he wasn't going to break anything.

He had done himself proud two hours earlier but that was for a different purpose. Now I needed him to prove that he had not forgotten to be the lover he always was.

He was fully dressed and I was naked. I dropped to my knees between his legs and pushed my hands up under his shirt. I could hear myself panting loudly.

I pushed his shirt up over his chest and under his arms passionately kissing my way from his belly button up the middle of his stomach to kiss and lick his nipples. He groaned and pulled me as tightly to him as my huge tits would allow him to do.

I continued to stimulate him that way as he frantically unbuttoned his shirt and literally threw it off. Then I went to work on his belt and zipper.

Normally I would suck on the thing until I had it ready to enter me but it came out of his pants like a Bengal tiger. And like the tiger he made a low throaty growl picked me up and literally tossed me backward onto the bed.

He was on top of me before I stopped bouncing and pried my legs apart with a need that was awe inspiring.

He inserted himself into me with one thrust. I gasped loudly, hissed, groaned and then exploded.

I think it was all of the tenderness the last time that had built up this unanticipated quantum of outright lust. At any rate the mating that followed was more appropriate to Animal Planet than the porn channel.

I scratched him, I bit, and I cried out and bucked like a wild thing. He pounded my pussy with a rate and power that was almost inhuman.

When the orgasm hit it was NOT a beautiful romantic moment, it was like something out of the world wrestling federation. I writhed I shrieked, I couldn't stop my full body shaking and my insides wouldn't stop churning. The heat and the sweat were overpowering as was the smell. It was Homo sapiens the beast, not what we eventually evolved into at that particular moment.

When we eventually stopped the spasming he rolled off me and we looked at each other. I said between pants, "See what I mean?" He said rather shyly, "Thanks."

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Paul

It is absolutely amazing how easy it is for two people to get back onto the same page in life. We had a night of passion that put to rest any thoughts that this wonderful creature had changed.

In the morning she was dressed in a little sun dress traveling get-up that made me almost want to stop and do her again just for the image her heavily swaying breasts were providing.

But it was still going to be several hours getting back to Istanbul and I had a member of the party to pick up. The ferry is indeed very fast and we pulled into the dock where we had left the Bentley before noon.

I dropped Janey at the Wyndham and went to the Vet Center to pick up Zeus, who had been incarcerated there for over 24 hours.

I figured it would take them at least that long to get him examined and groomed but they told me he was ready.

After paying the bill, which was a lot more than it would have taken to just BUY a puppy they brought him out.

They had told me at the desk that they had done a genetic sample on him and that he was indeed pure Bouv but I had no idea how magnificently martial he would look once he had been cleaned up.

If he had actually been from la Legion he couldn't have worn his grey and black coat with any less pride and élan.

He sat there with the dash and style of a veteran legionnaire. His face was groomed into classic Bouv whiskers that would have done justice to the moustache of a Sergeant La Legion.

He was practically standing at attention with a look of Gallic arrogance that would have made Charles De Gaul look practically German.

He said to me, "It is about time Mon ami. Where have you been?"

I told him that we were making something that it would be his sworn duty to protect with its life. He drew himself up to full attention, saluted and with perfect dignity said, "La legion serves and dies at its post."