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Note to Readers:
This nine-part story follows a young, straight, American couple from dating to marriage and parenthood, and from exclusive sex to separate side action, swinging, and group sex. All characters involved in sex acts are at least 18 years old. Some of the sex is interracial and lesbian. To make sense of the story, you should read Parts 1 through 5 first. Click on my author name above, or the stories link, to find them.)
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March 2014:
The day after her test showed that she was pregnant, Kendra spent more office time than she liked on fielding phone calls about that, and on reading texts in response to the form message she had broadcast. At lunch she asked Sam, also at work, to take over some of the thank-yous for the deluge of best wishes. She also told him that, as planned, she'd visit her parents that evening.
"I want to be there with you," he said, despite sounding as harassed as she was. "And we need to find time to do the same with my folks."
"Right," she said. Then, hoping for a shred of privacy in her travel agency's open-bay office, she murmured, "We need a boundary review."
"Agreed," said Sam, in a workplace even noisier than hers. Business was good, for someone who provided expertise on electronics and computerization in motor vehicles. "Remind me of that before I undress you tonight."
She kept a straight face, feeling some nether warmth. "Or during."
In fact, they were still dressed and sitting together on the living room sofa when she said, "The ob-gyn said that if our sex is never more strenuous than what I described to her, we can continue right up to month nine." She pulled the band from her center-parted black hair and shook it from a ponytail to a cascade spanning her shoulders.
"Or until you get uncomfortable." His arm was already around her back. He sifted the hair lightly with his fingers.
"If that ever happens, I'll let you know." She looked his way. The rich blue of his eyes was clear in the limited light. The feel of his lean muscles, even through clothes, made her both calm and alert, a duality she always enjoyed.
She smacked her lips. "I can provide alternatives."
He exhaled, and fought off a yawn. Her parents had been thrilled, and Sam had done everything he could to stay patient for three hours of maternal advice. "I don't want us the way you lamented once, that sex seemed like a game with all the rules written by men."
She nestled into him. Her cat, Nuggins, hunkered more firmly on her lap. "I'm impressed that you remember that. And you've taken my mind off it, by helping us write our own rules, and agree on our boundaries. And keeping up with my sex appetite as it grew."
"But now we're in unknown territory," he said, scratching her back almost absently. "Your thoughts?"
"I want to keep the boundary I always feel best about. We never overnight with anyone else."
"Agreed. At the trade show next week, I won't even flirt. I'll be alone in bed all night."
"And I'll put on my best phone sex voice," she said, doing so. "While you do the same, for your forlorn,
pregnant,
wife."
He smiled. "Guess I better get used to hearing that word with that emphasis."
"Play it back in your mind while you clean a certain gray cat's litter box, and save your
pregnant
wife from toxoplasmosis."
"Hey, that might be a sex rule that wasn't written by men."
Kendra yawned. "It's late, let's focus. Your turn."
"I propose to exclude us from any new grouping or swinging. We have Joan and Stu, and Greater Neptune, all together or in foursomes."
"I think we'd decided that before you knocked me up, but I'll agree now formally."
"Also, no side sex at all when either of us is out of town."
She frowned. "For the traveler, or both of us?"
He gave that some thought, then said, "Just the traveler. In a hotel bar meetup, one isn't likely to get STI test results." His eyes met hers. "I'm fine with you hosting Stu and Joan." Then he added, "Or just Stu."
She said quietly, "And if a resort gives me a junket, I'm okay with you, Joan, and Stu. Or you and Joan." Then, after a pause for emphasis, "Or you and Robin."
His eyes rolled. She quickly added, "But my first choice is for the resort to pay your way too. If they don't, I'd probably hand it off to another agent."
"Are we done?" he asked, then regretted his whiny tone. He didn't like to be reminded of the stripper at the bachelor party who had gotten to him emotionally.
"With talking, yes." She leaned to embrace him, which prompted Nuggins to hop to the floor in disdain.
The previous night, their lovemaking soared on the joy of their parenthood. This night, they watched porn to get stoked enough for a quick bang.
Kendra was still light-hearted. "You were very efficient, Spermzilla," she said, looking over her shoulder as they thumped their trunks together in doggystyle. "No waiting, month after month. Now I should warn every woman about your spooj."
"It takes two to fertilize," he said, rubbing her clit vigorously. The sight of her big brown eyes and wide smile added a little oomph to his shlong. "Your orgasms always suction my gunk. Maybe you're Eggzilla."
The shower was also quick, with both noting that this might be how most weeknights would go. Especially once they'd try to steal moments during a baby's nap.
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Sam made the most of the trade show, contacting startups in the cybernetic servicing of electric and hybrid vehicles, giving a talk on helping mechanics expand their skills to include diagnosing and debugging auto software, and picking up prospects for expanding his business to other cities. At night, however, he retreated to his sleeping room rather than try to chat people up in a lobby bar. He was fine and focused during the day, even upbeat as he explored topics that continued to interest him intellectually as well as financially. Later, though, he became more aware that Kendra was far away.
He and Kendra did more than talk on the phone. Each played the video of the other's bachelor party.
At one point she chuckled and said, "Can you hear the scratching? I have the bedroom door closed, and Nuggins isn't happy."
"Interesting," said Sam. "When we're in the bedroom together, he just goes off somewhere to sulk."
"He was the man in my life before you were," she said, voice getting throaty. "Neutering didn't affect that. Wow, Terry really got close when Rampage rode you."
They had seen their videos so many times that they now found themselves commenting on details, including who was shooting when. "I've seen that Joan explored a lot of angles," Sam chipped in, "and even moved a lamp to get better lighting."
"Should we get a Skype account?" she asked.
"From what I've seen, that isn't practical for the setup we're using." He started panting. "And I hope I don't take any more trips this year."
"I'd like that even if I weren'tβ" With a smile, she remembered to add the emphasis. "β