The final story.
Sorry. It has taken me a long time, for a variety of reasons, to write this. Some simple, some a bit more complicated. Essentially this story is the biggest "thing" in our family, at least if you were to look from outside. In reality the issue never crops up, neither of us ever really think about or talk about it, and hardly anyone knows. The reasons for this reticence will become apparent, I hope. The other reasons for the delay are we moved house, I was busy with work and most importantly and, for me, disturbingly I had a vasectomy!
I think I should just tell the story. I know it may cause some people reading it to be shocked, or even disapproving, I ask you to please bear in mind that we are a happy comfortable family and I am telling this story to give the complete picture of everything that I love about Kelly.
I left things last time just as Kelly had our first child. She had been amazingly sexy and horny throughout our dating and early marriage years and got pregnant about 6 months after we got married. She loved being pregnant and pregnancy loved her. We have a house full of photos of her during the first pregnancy, topless from beaches, in lovely summery dresses, and a professional nude set on our bedroom wall. Sadly the days and months after she gave birth were not so happy.
The delivery was very protracted and Kelly had a large bleed afterwards which left her exhausted. In the days and weeks after our child was born she became exhausted and then progressively depressed and had a really torrid time. She was unable to breast feed which had been really important to her and lost a lot of weight. Over that year the exhaustion remained and she lost a lot of confidence.
Obviously her sex drive, and that side of our home life, just disappeared. I felt so sorry for her but we drifted a long way apart and found it difficult to connect to each other and our relationship really struggled. I suppose a lot of this is common to many couples who have children but it seemed to affect Kelly very severely. It was a very sad time.
I am not sure what changed but shortly after our child's first birthday everything started to improve. There had been a lovely Summer in the UK that year and it continued into a warm, dry, happy Autumn. Kelly started to come out of her despair and regained her sense of herself. She was eating and sleeping better which helped enormously but also started going to the gym and then gradually got back in to playing hockey and socialising. Bit by bit she found herself again and actually revelled in being a mum. For one reason or another we decided to get a personal trainer for her at home, rather than the gym. Don't worry, this isn't another wife having sex with her trainer story! This made a massive difference, she did a lot more yoga, Pilates, tai-chi, and lots of other activities which worked wonders for her body. Her body was better than ever, you would never know she had carried a child, in fact pregnancy and the personal training and improved everything, not that she needed it to my eyes.
She was a little more curvy than before but much more toned and even slightly muscly. Her breasts however, were unbelievable. They were exactly as before, you would never be able to tell she had been pregnant, but everything about them had been improved slightly. They were a little larger, just half a cup size at most, firmer, more spherical and she now had these astonishing large dark nipples which were constantly erect. They were so dark she had to be careful about bra and top combinations and under white blouses had to wear solid bras because her nipples were so obvious.
Kelly had never been more wonderful. She was an amazing mother, looked beautiful and her sex drive rocketed and we had probably our happiest year. She also got back her naughty streak and tea and tits started again when friends stayed over, although this was far less frequent, and now when friends stayed it was often as part of a couple with children. Our sex drive was great, my work had settled down, she wasn't back at work and we had so much time because we were hardly ever going out. We used to make love every evening and wake early in the mornings to do it again before our daughter woke up.
The only thing I could not do was ejaculate inside her. It was still too difficult to talk about having another child and she was, to be blunt, terrified of becoming pregnant again. We just never talked about it, not in the sense that it was an issue, it was just something that was not part of our conversations or even thoughts. So much so that she didn't go on birth control. I think that would have acknowledged that we had made a decision and neither of us felt that was the case, I suppose.
On a happier note we started to talk about her saucy side, we had a few chats about her having an affair or even just the odd one night stand. They were sexy, honest, and enjoyable conversations but they never came to anything, I think we were both very happy how we were. Whilst she didn't say she wanted an affair she didn't rule it out, I think there were a few opportunities which never came to anything rather than a clear decision not to. Who knows, the conversations and fantasies were lovely and we more or less left it at that.
The second Summer after our daughter was born was when this story occurred. Kelly had started looking into going back to work and had re-established contact with lots of her old work mates and was looking forward to starting work in the Autumn. We had gradually started talking about another child and decided therefore to put that off until the following year when she would have enough service to get some maternity leave. In the latter part of the Summer, about 4 weeks before Kelly was due to start work, we were invited to the wedding of an old school friend (its always weddings isn't it). In the run up to the wedding we found out that Giles was going.
Giles was a name that had never been far from our relationship. I had not actually met him but early on during our dating his name cropped up and Kelly's friends often talked about having bumped into him, or hearing news about him, or something which made Kelly blush almost imperceptibly, you would only know it if you knew her intimately, but it was obvious that Giles had a place, if not in hear heart, somewhere equally responsive to his memory.
As far as I knew Giles was the brother of one of Kelly's classmates at school who, by co-incidence, went to the same university as Kelly and I think did the only decent thing you could do if one of your sister's friends turned up, shagged her in fresher's week. They then dated on and off throughout university but I don't think it was really dating in the strict sense, I think they just had a protracted physical relationship while they dated other people. They stayed in touch after university even though he moved to London. They were from a very similar rural farming background and had a lot of common friends and their paths crossed frequently at the kind of things Kelly's family went to rather than him being part of the life I knew with Kelly which largely originated in the hospital.
I am sure Giles was peripherally on the scene when Kelly and I started dating and it seems obvious, at least to me, that she probably made love to him during the early part of our relationship. At some point over the first few years of our relationship he got married and then had kids and gradually his name came up less frequently and so it was a bit of a surprise to both of us when we found out that he would be at this wedding. He wasn't really in the same social circle any more but apparently was recently divorced and had moved back closer to home.
In the run up to the wedding Kelly's friends would tease her a little about her imminent meeting with Giles and also ask me if I was curious to finally meet him. I think they were a bit of a "Ross and Rachel" couple at University but also I think that she made no secret of the physical side of their relationship, she kept going back for more obviously.
