Disclaimers: If you haven't read Justice For Some, you will be missing out on my characters. This, like almost all my stories, is a work of pure fiction.
My name is Letitia Robin Little Bear. Yes, I know I married Carole Andrews, but after much discussion, we decided I should keep my last name, as a reminder of my heritage.
I started working in my wife's legal office as a research assistant, and absolutely loved my work. It didn't hurt seeing my wife every day. We both had to remind ourselves, once in a while, that our sex lives shouldn't be on display, while at work.
While her father wasn't all that thrilled with her lifestyle choice, both my new in laws really made me feel more than welcome into their family. That was true with my new sister in law, her husband, and her younger brother, who was going to be married, shortly.
Oh, yes, we did make the long drive to see my family, at least once a month, with Carole becoming very close with all my relatives. She even kidded with my grandmother that she had gained nearly three pounds. Just saying that caused laughter at our dinner table.
After nearly six weeks of my new job, Carole came into my little cubicle, one Friday, and quietly asked me, "how would you like to join me in court, Monday morning?"
I just stared at her, with my jaw dropping to my chin.
With a very soft touch, she put her hand under my chin, gave me the softest kiss, and told me the preliminary hearing was a case I had been researching for over a week.
I was flabbergasted, to say the least. Yes, I breathed, not really able to comprehend the enormity of it all.
Yes, our sex life was still in high gear, and I truly loved the work I was doing, but joining my wife in court was almost too much for me to wrap my head around.
All weekend, when we weren't fucking our brains out, we actually did get her strategy laid out for court.
Sunday night, after dinner, we were resting on our sofa, after finishing our work.
"Carole, do you get nervous going into court?"
"Not so much nervous, but more like excited," she replied.
"Does rubbing my boobs, like you're doing relax you?" I asked, starting to feeling an orgasm building.
Instead of a verbal answer, she lifted my shirt over my head, and leaned down, softly kissing each engorged nipple. With her one hand moving towards my panties, I knew what she had in mind. Or did I?
As we made our way to our bedroom, she whispered in my ear, "shall we try what we've been talking about?"
Let me interject, here, giving all you curious readers a little background. We have added some toys, into our very active sex life. Only using hand held ones, even though we have purchased a strap on, or two.
I looked her in her beautiful eyes, and just nodded. Off came our clothes. Out came a strap on and some lube. We got on top of the covers, kissing and touching each other, breathing harder and harder. Carole moved off me, putting on this soon to be used device.
Whispering, I love you so much, Letitia, she moved me onto my back, opened my legs a bit wider, while applying some lube to our newly purchased strap on. Stepping into the harness, and rubbing the head of our new toy up and down my very wet, excited pussy lips, I started breathing harder. Getting onto her knees, Carole slowly pushed just the head of this very realistic looking 8 inch cock into my quivering pussy.
"Oh, my God, this feels so fucking realistic," I panted, as Carole started pumping in and out, while sucking on both nipples, one at a time.
After 15 minutes, or more, she gets on her knees, still with her 'cock' buried deep in my soaking wet sex, and rolls us both over, leaving me on top.
My God, this feels so good, as I move up and down, while lightly biting her rock hard nipples.
We each must have experienced 2 or 3 window rattling orgasms, before I collapsed onto my side, next to my lover, taking her face in both hands and kissing every inch of her beauty.
We just laid there, smiling, trying to catch our breath.
"We better try to get some sleep, if we want to be in court, on time, tomorrow morning," she smiled.
"We better do something extra, so we don't smell of sex," I said, with a mile wide grin.
Sometime later, I got a serious case of horniness. I leaned over, opening my nightstand drawer, taking out our other strap on, and some lube. Very quietly, I put my legs through the harness openings, got a little lube, then a little more, and moved right behind my Carole. I kissed her naked shoulder. Then her neck. Placed one hand on her right breast. Pushed her thong down, uncovering her cute firm butt. Rubbing just the tip of this nearly 6 incher up and down between her cheeks. Listening to her breathing quickening, I put just the tip up against her little brown pucker.
"I'll give you about an hour to knock that off," she panted, already shaking with pleasure.
"Just one hour, my love," I exclaimed.
Staying on our sides, with my hand moving from her breast, downward to her sexual core, feeling just how wet she already was, I slowly started fucking her adorable backside.
"Jesus, fucking Christ, Letitia, do you want us to fuck all night?"
"Uh hum, that sounds fine with me," pumping a little faster.
Both of us exploded at the same time, literally falling into a heap.
"I love you so much. Carole."
"Not as much as I love you, my dear, Letitia."
Believe it or not, we were in court at few minutes early, each with a huge grin on our faces.
Our client was suing her landlord for unlawfully raising her rent, twice in less than 6 months. Her landlord had an attorney I had seen, but never met. I knew him by reputation, and that he thought himself quite a ladies man.
Randall Conway, stood about 6'4" or more, well built, with a shaved head, and a smirk that I just didn't care for. It wasn't that he was a black man, just that he had this "God's gift to women" attitude.
After our hearing, which our client's case was allowed to proceed, Carole was called away for an important phone call. This left me sitting in the courthouse lobby, when Randall walks up to me and starts talking.
"Hey, babe, how are you doing?" smiling at me like I should be impressed, or something.
"First off, my name isn't babe, secondly, I'm married, and third," I couldn't think of a third, so I just said, "Those two are enough"
Just then Carole returned, taking my hand, and quietly said to me, "we should be going." As we passed Randall, she turned and quietly told he had the wrong plumbing for either of us.
As we got back to her car, we were still smiling.
"Did you imagine anybody hitting on you in a courthouse?" she asked me.
"I think I owe all of this to you."
About a month later, we had her brother's wedding to attend. Jerry, Jr. and Lucy wanted just a small wedding, with Lucy asking Jerry's sister, Carole and me to be her bridesmaids. Her own sister was her Matron of Honor.
Carole, her sister Beth, and me had so much fun shopping for bridesmaids dresses, as they both made me truly feel like a third sister.
What made it even better was Beth announcing she was pregnant, due in about 5 months. Wow, I was going to be an Auntie, again. Their older boy, Kenny, and I got along, just OK. He was more attached to him mommy, but that didn't bother me.
In no time, she gave birth to a second beautiful boy, who they named Karl. He was such a pleasure to be around. I just loved holding him, knowing if he messed his diaper, I could give him back to his parents. One Sunday, just before our family dinner, I was holding Karl in the crook of my arm, when he moved right up to my left boob, trying to latch on. With a very gentle hand, I moved him away, and with a calming voice told him he was at the wrong location.
Giving him back to his mommy, just grinning, thinking to myself, what if. Watching him nurse, gave me feelings I thought I would never have.
Unbeknownst to me, Carole, Beth and Lucy all saw the look on my face.
Three more Sunday dinners, and I found myself fitting in even better. As we were all sitting around, after dessert, with Karl sound asleep, my father in law quietly asked Carole and me, if we had given any thought to children. We just looked at each other, and before either of could answer, my mother in law, Beverly, said "we have all seen how good you are with Karl."
I just smiled, and looked at Carole, who was smiling back at me.
Finally, it was Lucy who spoke up, first.
"Carole and Letitia, its obvious to all of us that you both would make excellent parents. So, we all have been talking among ourselves, and have a proposal to make."
Carole just stared at me, and I stared back, not knowing what was going on.
Beth picked up on the conversation, saying that if we wanted a child, Jerry, Jr. would be a donor. I was wondering what she was talking about, when Carole whispered in my ear, "he's volunteering to father a child for us."
"Are you asking me to fu, um sleep with him?"
"No, my dear, he wants to be our sperm donor."
I felt a bit silly, but started thinking about the possibility of having a baby. Edwin and I had talked about children, and when he was killed, I thought that idea might have died with him.
I looked over at my in laws and noticed they were both grinning.
I began to think this could be a reality. A week after this was first proposed, Carole and Beth made an appointment for me with their Doctor. Neither of them could believe I had never been to an OB/Gyn, before. I had to remind them about the sad state of the medical care on the reservation I grew up on.
I was so frightened before my appointment, I told Carole I wanted to cancel. She assured me this doctor was a very kind, female, just in her early 40's.
I still was shaking like a leaf in the waiting room, while Carole was my calming influence. After my very thorough, but embarrassing exam, my Doctor had Carole join us, giving me a very clean bill of health.
We then started our conversation to begin the process that just hopefully would culminate in us having a child.
It became difficult to concentrate at work, but the rest of my colleagues kept my focus on what I needed to do.
One night, just after dinner, we were sitting in our living room, and I guess I had a very strange look on my face.
