This story is a work of fiction. All of the characters and events are fictional. All characters portrayed in this story are over eighteen years of age. This story portrays graphic, consensual lesbian sex and masturbation. If you are in an area where reading this is illegal or you are offended by any of this then stop reading now.
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Watching the sunrise over the river while sipping my second cup of coffee had become my morning ritual soon after moving to the small country cottage. The peace and serenity never failed to calm my soul.
Mine was a soul that had needed an awful lot of calming over the last two months and so I took the opportunity whenever it was presented.
Two months? Had it really been that long? I wondered while glancing at the calendar pinned to the back of the door. Yes, it really had. Two months since that horrible, devastating night.
My thoughts involuntarily slipped back to that evening, when my life as I had known it, ended. It had been on that night that I was unpacking Jack's suitcase from another one of his business trips. While pulling out dirty clothes for the laundry I came across a skimpy women's thong.
At seeing the sexy underwear at first my heart leapt at thinking that they must be a surprise gift for me. Jack used to buy me things like that before I got pregnant and I hoped that this signaled a return to the way things had been before. Before he had gotten so cold and distant.
It had been sometime during the second trimester that he had started avoiding me, about the time when I really started to show. By the third trimester he wouldn't even get near me. Everything about the changes that were taking place in my body seemed to upset him. It had been hard but I had heard that pregnancy put some men off so I tried not to take it to heart, telling myself that it was only a temporary.
After little Katie was born I had thought that things would go back to the way they had been as my body started to return to normal. I had put on a few pounds during the pregnancy but there weren't many women who didn't. Maybe just a little bit wider in the hips and another inch or two around the middle but it looked as if all the long hours of exercise throughout the pregnancy had definitely paid off. Aside from some stretch marks around my pelvis, my body had recovered pretty well.
Actually there was one area where I hadn't returned completely to normal. I glanced down at the vast expanse of my new cleavage. By the end of the first trimester my breasts had swelled from a perky B cup to a full C. When Katie was finally born and my milk came in I filled out to double D.
Even after months of carrying them around the full heavy orbs still seemed strange to me. All my life I had small breasts. I had often gone around braless and not worried about it. Going without a bra, and a serious bra at that, was no longer an option. I was constantly reminded about their presence by their full weight when I turned fast or tried to run.
I had tried running once a few weeks ago but quickly found it was an uncomfortable experience now. Even the best jog bra I could find didn't seem to control the bouncing nearly enough and being filled with milk only added to the discomfort. I had resigned myself to the fact that I would have to put off running at least until Katie was done nursing in a few months, maybe even forever.
I had hoped that my new, bigger breasts would help to entice Jack back to my bed. When I had healed and started feeling up to it, I had gone shopping for clothes that would emphasize my curvaceous new shape. I got a lot of sexy, tight clothing and low cut blouses that revealed vast expanses of my newfound cleavage. To my dismay the bigger breasts seemed only to drive him farther away. Whenever he saw me nursing he would leave the room and several times when I changed in front of him in the bedroom he said something like, "Why don't you cover those things?"
The first time he had said it I had been stunned, not sure if I had heard right. I chose to ignore the comment thinking that I must have heard wrong or maybe ha had just had a bad day.
The next time he made a comment I knew I heard it correctly. A shock of rage boiled up in me and I inferred that maybe I could use them to get a man who had some use in the bedroom since he apparently wasn't up to it anymore.
He had exploded with a sudden screaming fury that I had never even seen before. It was a violent, screaming adult temper tantrum that was both repulsive and frightening. I was almost positive that he was going to beat me senseless or maybe even kill me but he only yelled and screamed for several minutes before storming out of the house.
He didn't come back for two days after that. I had thought he was never coming back and cried myself to sleep at night wondering what the hell had gone wrong with my life. When he finally did come home, he acted as if nothing had happened. He was just as cold and remote as he had been for the past months. I never mentioned the fight again, hoping with time that things would get back to normal.
I thought that finding the panties was finally a sign that things returning to normal. I looked them over, and held them up to my hips. The seemed a little small so I checked the tag, they were a size two. I wore a size four and Jack knew it. It was while looking at the tag that I noticed the smell. Holding the panties up to my nose I sniffed. The musky smell of womanly lust was unmistakable.
A thousand thoughts and emotions swirled through me as I stood there holding the sexy little red thong. When the shock wore off the one emotion that boiled to the top was rage. I felt my cheeks flush with a burning heat while my fingernails dug painfully into my palms. Years of being married, living together, sleeping together, months of carrying his child, months trying to work it out, waiting for him to work his issues out and he goes and does this? This went beyond cheating, it was a total betrayal of everything we had worked so hard for, a destruction of a life lived together and dreams of a happiness yet to be discovered.
At that moment I heard a footfall behind me. With a Herculean effort, I had held my rage in check and without turning asked in as calm a voice as I could manage, "What's her name?"
After a very long pause, "Kathy."
"How long?"
Another long pause from him before a reluctant, "Eight months."
I blew out in a long, calming breath before replying, "I'm going over Rachel's house. When I get back I want you and your stuff gone."
I turned and walked out without even looking at him. I calmly packed up Katie and went over my best friend Rachel's house. Once there I set Katie up in the portable crib, sat down a burst into tears. I cried onto Rachel's shoulder for hours that night while she did her best to comfort me. Eventually, I fell asleep on her couch.
