Things hadn't been good since she got pregnant. Instead of being a happy time while we anticipated a new baby, our three-year old marriage seemed to be going downhill. Our sex life was never the best but I had reconciled myself to the fact that she had some issues and that I couldn't change her. She refused to go to counseling and I had stopped talking about what I considered the issues.
I made the mistake of trying some oral sex during the first few days of our marriage. I quickly found out that it, too, was out of the question. She had confessed to me that when she was a cheerleader, a football player had forced her to suck his cock and that he had cum in her mouth before he raped her. According to her that was the only time that she had sex with anyone but me. She said that if she performed oral sex on me that it would be too traumatic for her. She wouldn't let me go down on her for the same reason.
Our hometown was only about three-hours away and she visited her mother a few times a year. About six months ago she went to her mother's for a weekend. She was invited to a wedding of a friend of hers and I couldn't attend so she went alone. She called me on Sunday night and told me that she had gotten ill at the wedding reception and that she would not be home until Monday or Tuesday night. I didn't think anything about it but when I called to see how she was doing on Monday afternoon, her mother told me that she had left early in the morning to go and visit a girlfriend of hers.
She called me on Monday night and told me that her girlfriend had taken her to see her doctor and that she was feeling better. The doctor had told her it sounded like a touch of food poisoning and that she would be back home Tuesday afternoon. It was around midnight before she showed up. Her mother had told me that she had left in the morning and that she thought she was on her way home.
I had tried her cell phone but I kept getting her voice mail. She finally returned my call about 6 p.m. and told me that she and some of her girlfriends had gone out to lunch and that they were having such a good time that she decided to stay for dinner.
She looked worn out when she walked in the door and she went right into the shower and then to bed. I tried to cuddle with her but she wouldn't let me. She said she was too tired.
The next morning I woke up to her naked body pressed against mine. She said that she missed me and that she was sorry that she was so tired the night before. We started making love and when I reached for a condom in the nightstand she told me that we didn't need one since it was her safe time. I couldn't remember her schedule but I believed her and we made love without a condom.
Three weeks later she told me that she was pregnant and she blamed me because I didn't use a condom the morning after she came home from her mothers.
It's now six months later and we have barely spoken to each other for three days. We've been leaving for work each morning without a kiss and in separate cars. She goes to bed around eight in the evening and she is asleep, or pretending to be asleep, by the time that I go to bed.
The fight started when we received an invitation to her high school's All Class reunion. We did not attend the same high school but I knew some of her classmates and some of my friends had married classmates of hers. I wanted to go and she didn't. Since it had been six months since she visited her mother, I thought that she would be anxious to go. As usual, I was wrong again. I told her that I wanted to attend since I had some time that I could take and that I was anxious to see some of my old friends.
"No! We're not going. I'm too fat and too ugly," she said as she indicated her body swollen with pregnancy. "I don't want anyone to see me looking like this. I've gained forty pounds."
"You're six months pregnant! You're supposed to look like that," I retorted before I realized my error.
She slammed her fork down on the dinner table and burst into tears.
"See! You think I'm fat and ugly too."
No amount of talking would placate her. She rejected my attempts to hold her and no matter how many times I told her that I didn't mean it the way that it sounded she refused to listen. Then the silent treatment started. She stopped cooking and if there was dinner it was carryout that she had picked up on the way home. We ate separately with her standing in the kitchen and me watching the television news in the family room.
Life eased up a little on the fourth day when I came home to the smell of cooking food and she greeted me with a friendly "Hi" but no kiss. During dinner she told me that a friend of hers from high school had called and that she had decided to go to the reunion after all.
"I can fix myself up and get a new maternity outfit," she said. "I guess I'm overreacting. It must be my hormones or something."
"Who called?" I asked. "One of your girlfriends from your class."
"No, not from my class," she answered.
That night she stayed awake until after the ten o'clock news and we went to bed together. She was in bed when I came out of the bathroom and when I rolled over to kiss her goodnight I found that she was naked under the covers.
We made love as best as we could. She didn't like me to touch her breasts because they had become sensitive in the last month or so. Her breasts had nearly doubled in size and her nipples and aureoles had turned almost black.
Although it was unusual, and I didn't think about it at the time, I found that she was already wet when I fingered her and she had a quick orgasm just from my fingers on her clitoris. She would only let me enter her from behind with her resting on her side. She lifted her leg and guided me in with her fingers. I was barely in before she immediately began grunting and pushing back against me until she had another orgasm a few seconds later.
Now, that was unusual. We had gone from almost no sex for the last six weeks to her having multiple orgasms. In about the fourth month of her pregnancy, she had started to complain that I hurt her if I went in too far or if I moved too fast or too hard so our sex life was almost nil. She had taken to laying still and letting me masturbate myself between her legs as I lay behind her.
With those cautions in mind, I tried to be as gentle as possible but she would have none of it and she kept pushing herself back against me until she had me in her as far as I could go. I didn't last long since I had been without sex and without any real participation from her for so long. She came again when I did.
"Are you all right?" I asked."
"Ow! My belly hurts. I got a cramp when I came."
"Which time?" I laughed. "What's going on with you?"
"Nothing!" she said defensively. "Can't a fat, pregnant woman enjoy herself too?"
She rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom holding her panties between her legs.
"I'm sorry," she told me when she returned. "I didn't mean that."
She kissed me and turned over and went to sleep.
Life returned to almost normal over the next few weeks. She was preparing for the reunion and she seemed happy. She bought some new clothes that I only got to see on the hanger since she didn't want to wear them until the reunion. She would let me fuck her every two or three days and about once a week she would get that wild hair up her pussy and she would have two or three orgasms.
I came home from work one night and she was on the telephone when I walked in the door. She was slumped down on the sofa with her feet up on the coffee table and her hand up under her dress. As soon as she saw me she pulled her hand out, sat up and ended the conversation.
"Who was that?" I asked her.
"Just someone about the reunion," she said.
"Anybody I know?" I asked.
"No, I don't think you ever met him," she answered.
"Him?" I asked.
"Actually the husband of a girlfriend of mine. She wasn't home when I called," she replied. "I'm going to take a shower. We're having hot dogs tonight. How about putting some on the grill while I'm in the shower?"
I started the gas grill and got the hot dogs out. Out of curiosity, I started to page back through the Caller ID recorder on the kitchen counter. The last call that came in had an area code from our hometown and it was the call she was on when I came home from work. Paging back through the calls I found the same number about every other day until the ID recorder ran out of storage space. Whoever she was talking to had made the call. She hadn't called him.
I almost redialed the number to see whom it was that she was talking with before I talked myself out of it. I trusted her and I didn't want to start projecting anything that would lead to another fight.
"Sweetheart?" she called from upstairs. "Turn off the grill and come up her a minute will you please?"
I did as she asked and when I got upstairs she was sitting on the edge of the bed with a towel over her shoulders.
"Rub my back for me, please?" she asked. "I've got a pain right between my shoulder blades and it's killing me."
I knelt on the bed behind her and kneaded her back. She often had a sore back since she started gaining so much weight and I would rub it out for her. After a few minutes she said that it felt better and she lay back down with her feet on the floor.
"Rub my feet for me?" she asked. "They're killing me."
I sat on the floor and began to rub her feet. She moaned with pleasure and lifted her foot and put it onto my shoulder. I found myself looking at her pussy as she slid her foot and leg back and forth over my shoulder.
"My calf is sore too," she hinted and lifted her foot out of my hand and extended it so that I was holding her calf.
This was uncharted territory for me. I thought that she was coming on to me but I didn't want to do anything that would upset her. I was trying to figure out what to do next when she made the decision for me.
Hooking her foot against the back of my neck she pulled my head towards her crotch. I couldn't see her face over her belly but I heard her sigh. I let go of her leg and I kissed the inside of her thigh. She responded by lifting both legs and resting her feet on my shoulders. Pulling me towards her with her feet she made it clear what she wanted me to do.
I kissed my way up her thigh until I could smell her aroma. She was excited and wet. Her lips were engorged and the smell of her sex filled my nostrils. I tentatively tasted her with my tongue and she reacted by moaning and pulling me harder against her with her feet.
This was all new to me but I didn't hesitate as I licked her up and down. She was pushing down on my shoulders in order to get her pelvis up off of the bed and make it easier for me to reach her pussy. My tongue found her clitoris and I followed it with my lips until I was gently sucking it. She screamed and her body quaked with her orgasm.
"Oh god! Oh god! Do it again," she said.
I couldn't believe that this was the same woman who until recently barely let me touch her. Pushing her thighs apart with my hands I slobbered her pussy with kisses and licks and sucks until she came again with a loud moan that was almost a scream.
