Disclaimers: Standard stuff. Any and all people lucky enough to partake in sexy stuff are at least eighteen years of age, or older. Any of you who think YOU know what my intentions are regarding this story; you don't. I guarantee that. Write your own story.
This story could go into several different categories. Loving Wives, or should I say, shitty husbands. Mature. Or, interracial, where it most likely will end up.
For reasons which will be made clear, I'm not going to dwell on the shitty husband I had, but will focus on more happy times. I hope.
FYI: If characters from one of my previous stories appear here, it does have a reason. It will be obvious, to my loyal readers what the connection is.
Also, I'd like to express my gratitude to Blackrandi1958, for her valuable help and guidance in getting this story published.
I'm Rachel Blumenthal, a nearly forty year old professor at Seattle University, teaching Business and Finance classes. This is my fifth year here, after completing my graduate studies a few years after my divorce from a real shithead.
I met David Bloch during my sophomore year at the University of Washington, with both of us in the school of business. He was a year ahead of me, and nearly two years older. He seemed like a nice enough guy, and was more than polite, to me and my parents.
Let me interject, here, that the main reason my parents liked him was the fact he was Jewish. My first year at The U, I did date a 'Shaygetz' or two. That's a non-Jewish male, for the uninformed. I think I did it, just to see what it was like. You know, letting my hair down, and all.
After all, I had turned eighteen, living on campus, away from my parents for the first time, and had never even thought about dating anyone not Jewish.
I did date two different guys, not at the same time, knowing that neither would ever be husband material.
Onto my sophomore year, meeting David, who I'd been in another class with my first year. He was very nice to study with, and was a perfect gentleman.
For most of the first part of the quarter, we'd just study, and talk about school and what our plans were.
I knew I wanted to go into teaching, and David told me he was going to work at his father's manufacturing business.
It must have been the last week of the quarter, before Christmas break, when he leaned over and kissed me, as we were finishing our studying.
I did have to admit, he was the best kisser of the few I'd tried, previously. That being said, I kissed him back, with a bit of gusto, showing him I just might be open to more than just a kiss, or two.
Standing toe to toe in the library, with him nearly a head taller than my 5'4" frame, he had this wicked grin, letting me know he had other things on his mind than studying, too.
Knowing we each had a class starting, shortly, we made a date for dinner, where we would both decide what just might be on the menu for dessert.
Eating our dinner in near silence, I finally asked him if he had roommates, or lived alone. When he told me he had his own apartment, I realized my panties were getting a bit wet. My face was turning red, too, a fact that David noticed, also.
When we finished, and he asked if we should go, I kind of froze, causing him to whisper, asking if I was sure about joining him, or not.
I just smiled, a little nervous smile, and we left for the great unknown.
Getting to his nice, off campus apartment, we just sat on his couch, kissing each other, again and again.
When one of his hands found my bra covered boob, I knew this was headed for his bedroom. As we moved to that room, shedding our clothes as we went, I was able to quietly ask if he had condoms.
As we fell onto his bed with no clothes on. a condom appeared, and he moved between my wide open legs.
Ever so gently, he eased his nearly six inches deep inside me. Slowly pumping in and out, with his mouth softly sucking one nipple, then the other, this was as sensuous as I'd ever experienced.
Finishing with a flourish, we just rolled onto our backs, looking into each others eyes.
"You know, Rae, I could get used to that."
"I'm thinking something along those lines, too, David."
"I think its far too soon to meet each others parents, don't you?"
"Uh huh. I think I need to see if your cock can do some more, tonight."
With that, I moved next to him, taking his manhood in my hand, and very slowly licking from his balls to the very tip, taking him into my mouth.
I don't claim to be well-versed in the oral arts, but I'd viewed a few 'how to' videos online, and thought of myself as a quick learner.
As his very hard cock entered my mouth, with one of my hands cupping his balls, he moved around to face my very wet pussy. When I felt his tongue slide up and down my other lips, my body started shaking, like never before.
Now, I already knew I wasn't a squirter, but I started moaning, evolving into screaming, in shear ecstasy. God, could he eat pussy. I knew that with only one of the two others who got into my panties, using their tongue on me, for once this guy got me off with just his tongue.
We started dating, exclusively, but still didn't do the 'meet the parents' thing, just yet.
Nearly all of our dates ended at his apartment, and with serious fucking, I made the decision to find a reliable birth control system, to eliminate those pesky condoms. Let me tell you, forgetting a condom once was more than enough to not tempt fate, again.
The one thing I refused to do, was let him finish in my mouth, when my pussy was out of commission.
By the middle of my Junior year, I knew I'd be graduating, at the end of the year, as would David.
While he had his job waiting for him, I was accepted into grad school to start earning my Master's degree.
Even with grad school, we made the decision to get married, the following summer.
Meeting with both sets of parents, I learned they were as different as night and day.
Where my folks, Richard and Shirley, were down to earth, hard working people, his were social climbing snobs. His dad, Paul, wasn't too bad, but Annette was just a stuck up snob. She barely tolerated my folks, which I let David know didn't set well with me.
"Come on Rae, you have to get to know my mom, before making that sort of judgement."
"David, she looks at my folks with contempt in her eyes, and you know it."
"You have to understand the social circle they live in, and the 'front' she has to put on."
"Oh, I understand, but I certainly don't have to like it."
Our wedding plans moved forward, with my folks able to plan what I called a very nice event.
One night, about six weeks before our big day, my mom really got into it with Annette.
I guess my future mother-in-law told my mom, if mom wanted, she, Annette, would take over the planning, and would make sure any of the extras she wanted, Paul would pay for.
Mom was livid!
"We only have one daughter, Annette, and what WE plan will be what she and us want, so take your money and put it where the sun doesn't shine!"
For the next few days, the silence between them was deafening.
Finally, the Blochs asked us over for dinner. Reluctantly, we accepted.
"Richard and Shirley, I'd like to apologize for overstepping, in my planning ideas. I truly want what's best for our kids."
"That's fine, I just want that, too. I'm sure everything will be just perfect."
Mom and I were by ourselves, when she whispered in my ear, "what a fucking bitch."
I'd never heard mom use anything close to language like that, and was stunned.
I knew right then, that our parents would never be friends, and I was resigned to that fact.
Our wedding was more than I ever could have imagined. Yes, my now mother-in-law made sure that she was in the spotlight almost as much as the bride, and made sure that my parents were the best parents, ever.
After a fabulous honeymoon, and nearing the end of my Masters work, David and I started discussing starting a family.
I already had some inquiries from local Community Colleges, and David was very well placed in his dad's company.
At twenty-two, I figured we should see what all our great fucking could produce.
I'd wanted to be a mother ever since I learned what raising a child entailed.
It took over eight months to finally think a visit to my OB/GYN was in order.
In less than three minutes, we know we were going to be parents in around seven months. Neither David nor I could wipe the silly grins off our faces.
Getting back to our home, we raced each other calling our folks, telling them our fantastic news.
We decided not to learn the sex of our child, but did start finishing a nursery, in colors that would fit either sex.
I do have to admit, my mother-in-law was almost pleasant to be around. To a point.
Both of our mothers did offer some of their 'old world' advice, that I took with a grain of salt.
I must have been starting my sixth month, when we were at his folks, for dinner, when Annette cornered me in the living room, by ourselves, and absolutely floored me with the following conversation.
"I hope you know, Rachel, most men have certain needs, that you might not want to partake in, considering your condition. Just remember, he's your husband, now and forever."
"Are you telling me, I should allow him to cheat on me?"
"Oh, don't be childish, Rachel, all men cheat, in one form or another."
"Well, Annette, if he cheats once, it will be the last time, because I'll cut his balls off!"
Not waiting for a response, I turned, and went to the powder room, to think about what I'd just been told. Since dinner was over, we left. and it took a while for David to ask why I was so quiet.
"Your mother informed me that I should tolerate any and all cheating from you, while I'm pregnant."
"She told you that? I think she's just kidding you."
"Um, no, she was very serious. It sounded like she was talking from experience."
"What did you say?"
"I told her if I caught you cheating, I'd cut your balls off!"
"I guess that's your answer, then."
