Adapt and Overcome

That evening was one of considerable confliction. Pangs of guilt were nipping at my pride with accomplished revenge fighting for space with a sense of contrition. Darren didn't help matters when he decided he wanted to fuck me. In the end his betrayal pushed the guilt into the back woods and I rode my husband to an orgasm all the while thinking of the tryst earlier that afternoon.

Michael was true to his word. He didn't mention his conquest to anybody, at least not to anybody we worked with or they were being very hush hush about it. Carla knew but she wasn't telling anybody. So Michael and I settled into a routine. We met up at his place a couple times a week either for a long lunch hour or after work. If Darren was traveling Michael would fuck me in the evenings, still at his place.

One of the things about Michael that seemed to develop after around three or four weeks into it was his dominant, aggressive role when we fucked. I probably encouraged him with the pillow talk egging him on to take my pussy and use it. An alpha male persona emerged that was just completely opposite of who he was in the office and in general. He was a puppy dog outside the bedroom but when he had me behind closed doors he was all testosterone.

The sex kept getting hotter and more uninhibited, kinky even. He started to get into the cuckolding thing and when he noticed it was getting me off he pushed it further. I got to the point where I would burst into an orgasm when he began whispering in my ear about 'fucking my little married pussy' and 'nutting in my naked cunt'. It was an intense turn on for both of us. Lunchtimes would often end with him having me suck his cock to completion in the car before we went back to work or even doing it on a mid- morning break.

I pretty much drew the line when he started referring to me as his little bitch. I may have been cheating on my husband and having the some of the best sex of my life but a bitch I'm not; his regular piece of ass maybe but not a bitch.

On the home front Darren kept fucking me regularly and married life went on as usual. I would check his stuff when he returned from his trips to see if I could find any evidence of his skank secretary but I never did. Momma Jane kept up her pressures.

"Honey, have you tried any of these positions?" She handed me an old book of sexual illustrations. It was all I could do to keep from bursting out laughing. I might be flexible but I'm not an acrobat.

"Momma Jane, give us time, we'll get there."

The fact is I was having my period again and I knew I'd have to get laid hard in about two weeks if it was going to happen this month. For now both Darren and Michael were getting regular blowjobs but I was getting anxious too. My sister Sue was pregnant again and that just put more pressure on us. Fortunately I just convinced myself to go with the flow and be patient.

"That's the best way, honey. Darren's dad was like that too but he got it done. Damn we sure had a lot of fun getting there too." Momma Jane giggled like a young schoolgirl. She looked over at Darren when he walked into the kitchen.

"Young man, you better plan on being busy. Your beautiful young bride needs a biscuit in that oven and quick."

I don't think he understood the innuendo but he grinned and nodded too.

A week later Darren was called out of town for the week and the day after he left Michael was sent on an out of town trip as a rep for a conference. By Friday I was aching for good sex but then Darren let me know he was going to be held over into the next week and probably would be back on the following Thursday. That following Monday when I went to the office Michael knew it was going to be an extraordinary session...

"Slip it in now, you hot fuck. I'm ready"

He had eaten my pussy for the last ten minutes and brought me to two orgasms. He rubbed his dick up and down my wet sex and teased me with it while licking an erect nipple. When he did finally sink his prick inside me I could only grunt and moan softly. I wanted him so fucking bad I pulled him down onto my body and started fucking him back hard.

"Take it, you tight slut. Milk it with your cheating little cunt. Cuck him... Do it."

As soon as he mentioned cucking Darren I rocked into an intense orgasm and soaked the sheet beneath us. Michael continued to tap my cunt and when he was close he tensed up.

"Fuck it. It's time to breed your little married twat." He began spurting his seed into me with hard thrusts, holding for a second before jerking another thrust of his prick into me. That continued for several moments until he rose up and pulled his cock out and brought it to my lips.

"Suck it clean, Donna." I did as he asked.

His milky fluids were flowing out of my pussy as he rubbed his softened cock around the entrance and brought it back up to my mouth to lick his seed into my mouth. It was decadent and nasty, whorish but it was also the best sex we had enjoyed for a long time.

"Next time I'm fucking you in your bed." He said when we were finished. "Your cuck won't be home until Thursday so I want your pussy properly."

There were only two things I hadn't given to Michael. One was my ass and he wasn't having that. Darren and I had toyed around with it but I really didn't like it and he was far more into my pussy than my butt. Besides Michael was simply too big and I'm not into pain.

The other thing I had not given him was my bedroom, Darren's bed. There were plenty of opportunities but I was always hesitant. It was the one place I had held out of reach but as we lay there in the afterglow of incredible sexual release and while he gently sucked one of my aroused nipples, I gave in. He could fuck me in my bed Wednesday before my husband returned. As soon as I told him that he was rock hard and he fucked me again before I headed home.

Michael was insatiable at this point. He had me suck his dick twice on Tuesday and for Wednesday he asked me to wear something short and tight to work. I didn't wear the tight mini he wanted but I did put on a black dress with a little cleavage. He was like a dawg on prowl all day. When I told him to come by the house at 8, he arrived at 7.

He had insisted I wear nothing but a very flimsy and sheer negligee with high heels and a string of pearls if I had them. He wasn't disappointed. By 8PM he was drinking Darren's beer, sitting on our couch with a ball game on and I was fellating his prick with freshly painted lips.

"Suck my balls for a while, Princess."

I almost started laughing but I started lathering them up with my tongue and as much drool as I could spill onto them. As I did, he gently began slapping my face with his erect prick. Just as quickly he started to get up to go take a piss after drinking two pints of Darren's craft ale.

When he left, I started thinking if this was really all that wise. It was one thing to get an overflowing measure of full revenge flat on my back in his bed. It was a bit over the edge to fuck him in my husband's bed. It didn't matter. I heard him call out.

"Bring that sweet tight tail in here and bring a beer." He yelled out from down the hall. He was already in our master bedroom.

I grabbed a beer and walked down the hall in my heels pausing in the doorway. Michael was already propped up on the bed with one of Darren's pillows under his ass and his large cock waving in the air. He motioned me over and pointed at his prick. My mouth went back onto it and he laid back and groaned with pleasure.

Five minutes later he had me on my back and was fucking that prick into me. It was a frenzied fuck. He had Darren's pillow under my ass and his ball sack would slap the pillow every time he buried in me.

"Fuck this is hot." He cried out." I'm going to breed the cucks wife tonight. You hear me, baby. I'm taking your precious husbands woman and I own this pussy. Open wide and take it."

He pounded his fuck into me and a few moments later let out a loud groan and twitched his spurting cum into my womb. I really didn't think a man could cum that much but he was still spurting it while it oozed out the bottom of my stretched pussy and all over the pillow that my husband laid his head on. At that moment I exploded in an orgasm of my own and we collapsed together in post coital exhaustion.

After Michael left that evening I started giving a good bit of thought to where I wanted this to go at this point. Sipping a glass of Pinot Noir on the patio I knew I hadn't finished what I started but I had let it get too involved. Michael was in fucking love or lust-love or whatever you call that insatiable desire he had and for me it was just revenge sex albeit with a purpose that Michael didn't need to be involved with. That was going to be between Darren and me when the time came. I wasn't going to throw my marriage away. That was going to be Darren's choice if he hadn't already done it...

I determined then that I would never bring Michael into my home again. It wasn't just the risk it was also something I had to live with and keep secret. Fate at work intervened to speed things along. My boss sent me on an out of town trip for the next two weeks for a training class. Darren came back from his travel and he joined me in the hotel room I had. It was a paid for trip to Boston so we made the best out of it.

When we returned after the two weeks I started watching the calendar and realized my period was late. On the way to work the following Monday I stopped at a drugstore and bought a test kit and when I had a break that morning I discovered that sure enough I was pregnant. That made dealing with Michael at this point rather easy.

"Michael, there can't be any more times. Darren and I are going to have a baby so it's over."

"How do you know it's his? It might be mine, you know."

"Nope, I took my diaphragm out when Darren got back a couple weeks ago." I lied.

Michael had that forlorn look on his face like his cat just died but he got the message. I know he was smitten but he's also not stupid, at least when it comes to everything not connected to his big dick.

Carla was just giddy.

"That was your revenge? You dirty bitch. Hahahahahahahah" She just roared as we ate our lunch on the picnic bench. "So, can I play with him now that you got what you wanted?" She was serious too.

I called my doctor and made an appointment for the next day even though I already knew. When I got home that day I did my best to act normal and I suppose I must have done OK because Darren didn't say anything or respond in any odd manner.

At my appointment the doctor confirmed it. There was a baby in the belly or as Momma Jane says, a biscuit in the oven. I know I've been calling it my revenge for Darren's betrayal and having somebody who looks similar to Darren having a shot at knocking me up is about the ultimate revenge in this case. I knew there was no way I'd ever make that public if it happened. I made that clear to myself at the beginning. Momma Jane wants her grandbaby, plain and simple, and she's going to get it no matter what and I'm going to have my baby regardless of what Darren does going forward.

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"Yes, Momma Jane, we're going to have a baby. The doctor confirmed it yesterday morning."

The look of surprise on Darren's face was indescribably priceless as he watched his mother erupt in sheer joy. He knew what this meant to her and to think he could have ever stalled this long was just plain stupid, especially given his actions. She would never forgive him for ruining his marriage and tainting the relationship Momma Jane and I had.

That was my wildcard. I knew I could play him like a fiddle at this point in spite of his smiles and nodding every time Momma mentioned babies. He had been doing it for five years and when he betrayed me he kept on smiling and nodding leading Momma along thinking the family was just around the corner.

The odd thing is I still love the prick. Surprisingly I love him more now than I did four months ago when I discovered his treachery. I'm even sure he has fucked that skank secretary of his but I don't have any evidence of her specifically; just suspicions. I know a lot of folks would tell me I should have just divorced his ass and hooked up with someone else to get what I wanted but that's not how I'm made. I'd rather reform him and keep him than kick him to the curb. Besides I enjoyed the payback even if he doesn't know about it.

The ride home was quiet for the most part. I rode patting and rubbing my belly the whole time with a huge grin on my face. Darren tried to make small talk but it was a struggle for him. He couldn't come out and tell me and if he did his Momma would likely nearly beat him to death when she found out. That just made my smile even bigger.

"Isn't it great, Honey? Finally, after six years we are going to have a new baby! If it's a boy want do you want to name him? I kind of like Darren Jr. if you are of a mind. If it's a girl I want her to be Jane after your Momma. She's all for it. We talked about it before I left."

I thought he was going to be sick but he put up a beautiful front, smiling and nodding just like he did with Momma Jane...

Nine months later I gave birth to a beautiful little girl named Jane Carol Herrick after both our mothers. She was a small girl with blond hair that was nearly white and with blue eyes. I could see all of us in her; me, Darren, Momma Jane, my mom Carol and even a resemblance to a particular unnamed fellow whom Carla was now banging on a regular basis.

On the birth certificate it has my name and Darren's as the parents which was always my intent and a piece of my revenge for what Darren did to me, to us. He's never mentioned it or given even so much as a smidgeon of acknowledgement of what he did. He doesn't need to a far as I'm concerned. I'm convinced he doesn't know that I know what he did which makes it all that more delicious...

About a year before my discovery I went to Europe to complete a class for my Master's program that I had been taking part time for the previous three years. I was over there for four and a half weeks. That was when Darren betrayed me. He had four weeks of freedom and he took full advantage of it.

Stuck to the bottom of the cardboard box in his closet on the day I started to clean it was a folded piece of paper with a list of itemized charges. They totaled $1,127.65 for his outpatient vasectomy two days after I left for my class.

He got snipped and Momma Jane and I got our baby.

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Epilog

About a year after Janey was born Momma Jane started pestering us again for the next one. Darren was beside himself but I didn't say anything. I contemplated looking up Michael but he and Carla had become a serious item by then so I thought better of it.

After another year the miracle of miracles happened. I was pregnant again. This time there was no Michael, there was nobody else. One evening while giving my inebriated husband a blowjob, I took pains to examine his scrotum closely. Sure enough there were two small incision scars, one almost invisible and the other one on the other side more recent.

The sneaky bastard went and got a reversal.

MFH