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Preface: Yet another of my stories based in Truth. The names have not been changed to protect anyone. Yes, this is about a woman who cheats on her family, I however don't do consequence free bullshit. All actions have consequences and Cheryl's story is not different. If you don't like cheating wife stories or stories where the cheaters have to pay then look elsewhere.
Yes, I need not just an editor but a collaborator as well. I have nearly 20 unfinished stories I need help with so if anyone is interested, please drop me a line. I used my Apple Pages spell checker and the free version of Grammarly to proof this so any other errors I beg forgiveness for...
I want to thank my friend
Jessika_Thorne
for her assistance with this tale.
And yes, to borrow from Tony Stark, I am Mithras...
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Cheryl Jackson felt a surge of electricity in her clit as she operated the breast pump, slowly relieving the pressure in her full, taunt, tits. She smiled as she watched her new-born son asleep in his crib next to her bed. Cheryl's nipples have always been exceptionally sensitive, which almost got her in trouble a number of times throughout her school years. However, she managed to graduate from high school, marry her childhood sweetheart, and maintain her virginity.
Within a few years, Cheryl and her husband Buddy were the parents of 3 bright and smiling children. But after having 3 kids in the first five years of their marriage, Buddy decided that was enough and had himself snipped. Cheryl was not pleased by this, having always wanted a very large family.
By their 20th anniversary, they were blessed with their first grandson, which caused no end of problems for Cheryl. While she watched her eldest daughter going through her pregnancy, it stirred a desire in Cheryl she had repressed for a long time: the desire for another baby!
Cheryl implored her husband for the next several months to even consider having another child, but he refused. He would not even consider adopting one.
"We're done with kids Cher!" was always his reply, regardless of the ache she felt deep inside.
This began to cause major tension in the household. The irony of their mother begging their father for another child, while lecturing her two younger children on abstinence and precautions was not lost on the family.
Finally, Cheryl could no longer contain her desire and she resolved to do something about it, even if it meant cheating on her husband to fulfill it!
She began to troll about online, visiting several different social networking sites looking for someone who might satisfy her craving.
One day by chance she stumbled upon a website called The *************. She couldn't believe that she had finally found a community of like-minded individuals. She lurked about the site for several weeks before summoning up the courage to actually communicate with some of the men she saw there.
Living in a small Alabama town, Cheryl knew her options might be limited until she saw the profile for Mithras. After reading it thoroughly, she realized he lived in the next town over. His olive skin and black curly hair caused her to moisten almost immediately. He reminded her very much of a boy she knew in high school. A boy that she almost let go too far one night at the local drive-in. She had always wondered how different her life might have been if she hadn't slapped his face and ran away that sweaty summer night.
With trembling hands, she began to type.
After exchanging several messages with him, she made arrangements for them to met for dinner one evening at a local bar-b-que joint, while Buddy was working.
"I'm not even sure I should be meeting you," Cheryl said, "I think I want this, but I'm just so nervous about it all..."
"Don't be afraid little one. I am here to give you want, what you need. If you want a friend, a confidant, I can be that for you. If you want a lover, that too I can do. If you want me to be your stud..."
The possibilities in his tone hung heavier in the room than the smell of cooking pork.
Cheryl began to visibly tremble. She could swear she felt herself ovulate in that same instant.
"Decide for yourself little one. When you are ready, I will be here."
The whole trip home Cheryl was torn with dread and desire: should she cheat on her husband? Could she take a strange man into her? Would her marriage survive her belly swollen with another man's child?
She pulled off to the side of the road and masturbated furiously till her car seat was drenched in her spend.
Afterward, she became calm. Her path clear, her desire resolute: she wanted a child, if her husband would not give it to her, her dark stranger would!
One last time she begged her husband for his child. Her youngest daughter looking at her strangely with her choice of words. Once again Buddy refused her.
"Cheryl, you're 39 and a grandmother! Why on God's green earth would you want another baby?"
He slammed down the NASCAR magazine he was reading and stormed out of the room. Her youngest daughter Kate ran to comfort her.
"Mom, what's the big deal? Why do you want another kid?"
Cheryl held her daughter and wept. "Baby, one day you'll understand."
The next morning Cheryl typed excitedly, making plans to visit Mithras the following month to coincide with her fertile time. Decision made, she waited for her next cycle to begin.
Nervously Cheryl guided her car down the long dirt path to his home. A simple cabin in the woods adorned with carvings of bulls. He awaited her on his porch, with a lone wildflower in his hand.
She ran to him and was swept up into his arms. Their lips crushed together in passion. He carried her into his home and into his bed.
