Don't Ever Look Back Ch. 03

I waited for a few minutes then softly made my way towards the bedroom. The door was shut and it was quiet so I went back to my study and surfed the internet, aimlessly clicking on websites for fifteen minutes before going back to the door.

Listening closely, I could hear Sarah's moans through the closed door. My mind conjured up a vision if what was going on in the room, on the bed and I quickly found myself standing there with an erection straining against my pants. After ten minutes of listening and wondering, I couldn't take it any longer and quietly turned the knob and stepped inside.

Malcolm had his head between Sarah's legs and her right hand rested on his head while her left played with her nipples. I slipped into a chair in the corner of the room hoping my presence wouldn't interrupt. Sarah saw me though and took her hand from his head and reached out to me.

Five months later, my fears were confirmed when Sarah announced that she was pregnant. Of course, there was no question the child was Malcolm's and I wondered if this was something that Sarah needed to have happen to bring closure to her pregnancy with him so long ago. She wouldn't even discuss getting an abortion and we went through some very strained times. Sarah told me repeatedly that she loved me and wanted me to understand but there is nothing more emasculating for a man than his wife carrying another man's child. In the end, she won me over, like she always did, and we discussed how to deal with the situation.

I witnessed her body changing as the child grew inside her womb. Like with our children, her breasts got very sore and her nipples darkened. She also got a glow to her skin that made her even more beautiful.

Fortunately, we had the means and the flexibility in our jobs that enabled us to move to Europe for the last 5 months of her pregnancy, right before she started to show. We rented an old farm house in the lakes region of northern Italy. We got to see the changing of the season from spring to summer almost in time with her changes. Our biggest problem was keeping our kids and family from coming over to visit.

Throughout her pregnancy, we never had intercourse. Instead, Sarah would deal with my needs either orally or with her hand. There was an unspoken understanding that her vagina was off limits to me. Up until the move, Malcolm and her would get together often leaving her satisfied and exhausted. I knew from her previous pregnancies that she would get extremely aroused, particularly mid and late term and this time was no exception. Several times I was awakened to the sounds of her furious masturbation.

Sarah went into labor exactly on time in mid-September and Malcolm was there to drive her to the hospital. She delivered his son in the early afternoon while he held her hand. Two days later mother and son, now named Thomas after his father, returned to the farmhouse and Malcolm left for the states. The boy is dark like Malcolm who swears he looks like him in his baby pictures.

Sarah lovingly nursed her new son for the next month while she recovered and got her weight down. Then, we returned home with a well fabricated story about adopting a poor homeless black infant. The surprise from friends and family quickly turned to admiration for our open hearts. No one saw through the charade and our kids bonded quickly to their new "adopted" brother

To my disappointment, but not surprise, Malcolm bedded Sarah on the second day of our return. I found out when I saw her later changing clothes with hickeys all over her milk filled breasts. I threw a fit about not wanting her pregnant again and she agreed so when Malcolm refused to get a vasectomy she got fitted with a diaphragm.

Fortunately, Malcolm has mostly lived up to keeping his word on being silent. His one known indiscretion was to tell his sister who now is often at his place when Sarah visits with the baby. She will watch the baby giving them time alone in his bedroom.

We have both returned to our work routine having arranged for a nanny for Thomas. Sarah basically lives in a world of two husbands. Between both of us she has sex every other day but seems to enjoy it and has never complained. During quiet moments with myself, I contemplate what life would be like if I hadn't looked back.