I always considered myself a basically average woman. According to most males I interfaced with I did have a better butt and legs than normal, and got a college degree (from the 101st rated university in the US) so I must be a little more intelligent than usual, but everything else about my looks, personality, libido, and brain were completely average.
Because I was so average I was quite surprised when shortly after college a categorically good-looking, intelligent, and fit guy named Brian Richardson took a real interest in me. He was by far the sexiest and smartest guy who had ever asked me out and I fell for him quickly. Because of my attraction to him my libido increased from average to above average, and I did my best to satisfy him in the sack. That included doing Kegel exercises twice each day, including once each day with a device that enhances the results of those exercises, so that I had outstanding pc muscle strength and control -- which Brian really appreciated..
Since I wasn't a fool I gladly became Hannah Richardson, nee Snell, when Brian asked me to marry him within a year after our first date.
Brian and I had an excellent loving relationship; he was the most important thing in my life. With the two of us working -- me as an analyst for a financial company, and he as an entrepreneur in a business that he set up with three other guys -- we had virtually all of the material possessions that we desired. Of course there are always minor problems in a marriage, and ours was no exception, but the main thing was that we really did love each other and never went to bed with an unresolved issue. We always told each other that we would do anything for the other; I know that I meant it, and I'm sure that Brian did too.
One unpleasant thing that happened several times that pissed both Brian and I off was that a guy named Derek -- I never bothered to learn his surname or anything about him -- hit on me during three parties at a mutual friend's house. I don't know why he hit on me because, as I said, I consider my looks average, but he was a total ass. The third time I even had to knee him in the balls. I never told Brian that at the time because I thought that he might kill the guy.
There was another thing that wasn't pleasant for me, but I was usually able to avoid. I didn't like the three other guys that Brian had set up his business with. I considered two of them smarmy, and the third pompous. Since I only had to deal with them on occasion I didn't say anything to Brian about my feelings -- maybe I should have.
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About three years into our happy marriage two things happened in fairly quick succession.
The first was that I got pregnant. I had a minor illness that unbeknown to me negated the effect of my birth control pills so that when we went at it hot and heavy after I recovered from my minor illness to make up for our lack of sex while I was ill I quickly got pregnant. While the timing wasn't perfect, neither of us were sad about it because we wanted kids anyway, so that was only a minor blip.
This first blip did seem to have a dramatic effect on my libido, however; it increased significantly. After about three weeks of virtually raping Brian every night, including milking him dry with my pc muscles, he playfully begged for mercy. My increased libido must have put out pheromones too because it seemed like half the guys that I came into contact with once I was about nine weeks pregnant seemed to figuratively sniff my pussy.
The second thing that happened was way, way more serious, and really bad, not good like my pregnancy. Brian was arrested. I found that out when I was in my tenth or eleventh week of pregnancy when I came home from work and saw FBI agents had roped off our house with crime scene tape and were moving electronics and documents out of it. When I questioned the lead agent he showed me their warrant and told me that Brian had been arrested. He apparently wasn't interested in telling me anything else, but because of the shock to my system and my pregnancy I dissolved into tears. A sympathetic female agent took pity on me, told me where Brian was and when I could likely see him, and convinced the lead guy to let me stay in our house that night.
As bad as that first night was, things got way worse.
I wasn't able to see Brian in jail for two days. His bail had been set at $3,000,000 which I might have been able to get the 10% of for a bail bondsman except that the Federal Government had all of our bank accounts frozen and even our house and Brian's car seized. Fortunately my car was in my name alone and I had a small bank account in my name that the Government couldn't touch. I was able to move all of my personal property, and all of Brian's clothes and things that the Government didn't consider valuable, out of our house into storage.
I found out from Brian's indictment that he was being charged with a violation of the Federal RICO statute, and assorted other crimes. When I went to see him in jail he vigorously defended himself, told me that he was innocent, and that it appeared that his "partners" may be trying to frame him since they were not being charged even though they were all principals in the same company. Somehow that didn't surprise me.
I never doubted that Brian was innocent and I pledged to him that I would do anything within my power to see that he got off and our happy life was restored.
I took a few days off work to try and find a suitable attorney for Brian since the two court appointed attorneys looked like they had been out of law school less than a week. Without economic resources it was difficult. I thought that I might be able to swing it with one prominent attorney by pledging my 401(k) account and have half of my salary immediately sent to him. More bad news nixed that.
When I got back to work after a few days off I was called into the Executive V. P.'s office. He tried to sound sympathetic but it came out as about as sincere as a wolf apologizing to a ewe for eating her lamb. The asshole fired me; "We can't have our reputation stained by your husband's transgressions," was the killing line. He gave me a document to sign that said that if I was given a month's severance pay and my remaining annual leave was paid to me and that my health insurance continued until I delivered that I wouldn't sue. While shell-shocked I was at least smart enough to just leave his office in tears, with a copy of the paper, but without signing it.
I had a pity party for myself for a few days, trying to be strong when I went to see Brian as often as the jail would let me, and was having a hard time holding it together. Apparently fate was trying to shovel as much shit upon me as possible since I was facing yet another problem -- my libido was skyrocketing and Brian was in jail unable to help me out.
I made an appointment with my OB/GYN to find out what the hell was going on with my body.
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I had great confidence in Dr. Ruth Williams, my OB/GYN. She had been practicing for about twenty years, had a kind manner, was obviously very intelligent, and was universally loved and respected by her patients. She was well aware of my body, hormone levels, and excellent general health before I got pregnant so she was in a position to properly evaluate the changes.
After explaining everything that had happened over the last few weeks -- which I did just for background information, although I was pleased with how understanding and sympathetic she was -- I told her about my increased libido. She took a number of samples from various parts of my body -- including my blood -- and gave me a thorough physical. She put a rush on the lab work and had me return two days later, allowing double the amount of time that she usually did for her appointments.
After initial pleasantries Ruth -- which is what she insisted that I call her -- got right to the point.
"Hannah, your levels of the hormones estrogen and progesterone are the highest I have ever seen in someone at your stage of pregnancy, and will only continue to increase as you move into the second and third trimesters. These high hormone levels have led to increased blood flow and sensitivity in your breasts and genitals which is responsible in large part for your higher levels of arousal," she started out.
I gulped as she continued.
"As I said in your case your libido will almost certainly get even higher and not just because of your levels of hormones. Normally a pregnant woman produces more estrogen during her pregnancy than the entire rest of her life when not pregnant. In your case it is likely to be 3-4 times the amount when not pregnant. Also during pregnancy women normally gain about three pounds of blood, most of which ends up flowing through the lower half of your body. That extra flow can also increase libido, which it likely will in your case."
I groaned.
"This might be a good thing -- except for the fact that your husband is unavailable. I can only recommend that masturbation will help somewhat, but you still may have difficult times ahead."
I groaned again. "Is there any good news?"
"Well my complete physical of you has pointed out two important things, one that is definitely good, and the other which most women and their husbands seem to like but may not be good in your situation," Ruth responded.
"Give me the 'may not be good in my situation' news first," I sighed.
"Your breast size increase is much more dramatic for your stage of pregnancy, on the threshold of the second trimester, than is normal. While virtually every pregnant woman goes up one cup size during pregnancy you've already increased from a B to a C++, and are likely to end up on the high side of a D cup before you deliver."
"Great," I thought to myself. "I'll have big leaking boobs that men will drool over while my husband is in jail; can more shit be piled on?"
I sighed heavily and said "All right, how about the good news.
"The good news is that you are in excellent health and your pelvic floor muscles -- often called your pc muscles -- are in truly fantastic shape. While that is great for sexual health in general, and something that I'm sure your husband has appreciated..." that probably caused me to turn beet red and I definitely started sweating "... for your pregnancy and afterward that will be particularly outstanding. Not only should that make your pregnancy easier but strong pelvic floor muscles support your reproductive organs and control bladder and bowel function and yours will prevent pelvic organ prolapse and other related symptoms after giving birth," Ruth concluded with a smile.
"Thank God for small favors," I thought to myself, forcing a smile of my own.
"Two more things before I let you go," Ruth continued. "Right now you have had perfect weight gain. Given your pre-pregnancy metabolism it is likely that you will continue to have the pregnancy glow that you presently have and will gain enough weight but not too much. However, the only thing that is likely to harm that is stress; you need to do something to relieve your stress level."
"But what?" I pondered aloud.
