My Husband New... the Aftermath

THIS STORY IS FICTION. ALL RELEVANT CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18

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After watching the incriminating videos my husband had and reading the letter, my mind was swirling. As careful as I thought we were, it all came crumbling down. I guess the first real red flag Phillip saw, was the Wednesday before our wedding. In his letter, he mentioned how it was weird that I asked his mother to watch Sarah for the night. At the time Sarah was 4 months old. He harkened it to my needing a break, but I also had my bridal shower that night. So figuring I just wanted a night to myself, it never even crossed his mind.

I mean, before the party began, I was in my bed with my hulking son ploughing my insides. Naked, only in my nylons and high heels, he was delighting himself in actively trying to impregnate me.

The moans and grunts reverberated throughout the flat. Playing a constant melody, the headboard, repetitiously, battered the wall.

"Unh! Ung! Unh! Ung!" Echoed in our bedroom, the sounds of my cries encouraging him more and more.

"Fuck yea, mom," he'd lustfully mewl, as he rearranged my insides to his liking. He couldn't wait the requisite 12 weeks after I gave birth to Sarah. Blow jobs weren't enough for him, and I could barely take the anal poundings he, soon, started giving me.

Luckily he finished in me for the 2nd time at 5:15 as my bridal shower began at 6:30. A quick shower, I was able to be ready when my future sister-in-law arrived at 6 to prepare. When everyone arrived, Anton stayed in his bedroom until the party was over. He'd make a periodic appearance to get food, but otherwise he stayed away.

The fatigue that was evident on my face didn't go unnoticed. My sister-in-law and another woman even commented. Figuring it was Sarah causing my tiredness, we laughed about it. But as soon the party ended, and my front door shut, Anton didn't waste time.

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When Anton got home from school, I told him about the letter, and that I took a day off from work to see the videos involved. Eventually, Anton demanded to see for himself.

"I'll beat his ass mom," Anton announced, furious.

"Honey," my voice apprehensive, "I need to secure a divorce attorney. He wants Sarah, and will 'out' us fully, If I fight him."

That night, after I put my daughter down, Anton pumped my pussy in the quiet of our bedroom, my attention looking out at the moonlit marina. For an hour, my legs were pointing up as he was snug between them.

I truly was lost. I was a mess. I hadn't been married 6 months and now, it's over. I thought marrying Phillip would mask any suspicions that could possibly arrive.

Anton and I had this relationship before I had met my husband, but I was foolish. I had regret and shame deep down, everytime I opened my legs for Anton. But as the time eclipsed, I wanted ever single thrust he'd give me. Every load of his semen, pumped deep into me. I'll admit I used Phillip more for convenience, than love. Understand, I wasn't "in love" with Anton, but as quickly as our relationship blossomed, I felt comfortable with it.

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The next morning, Anton took the day off from school. I secured a divorce attorney for myself. More for semantics, I knew the cards dealt before me. Phillip wanted full custody of our daughter. But first, I had my own doctor appointment to attend with my obstetrician.

When Anton and me arrived, just the looks and stares we received was bothersome. Here is an older, white woman sitting in the waiting room of an ob/gyn and a large black kid you can tell is much younger than she.

After the technician calls us back and prepped me, she was explaining to Anton the process of what she was doing. Applying the jelly substance to my tummy, running the wand with the ball over my belly, the pictures on the screen. "This isn't my first rodeo," I joked, explaining to her I've had 2 other kids, prior. While the technician was performing her task, her comments garnered our attention.

"Hmm ok. Very interesting," she'd mutter. Stopping the wand, she then burst our bubble, "So, we have an interesting development," she began. "Would you like the good news or the bad news?" her tone, serious

Looking at Anton, I felt sense of panic.

"Here, I'll put your mind at ease," she said, a smile appearing on her face. The good news is you have 3 very, very strong heartbeats going on in there."

Surprised, I looked at Anton, "Oh my goodness, honey."

"Yes, Mrs. Peters, you're having triplets."

Holding Anton's hand, I then asked, "What's the bad news?"

Laughing, the technician replied, "You and your husband won't be getting much sleep!"

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As we left the facility, I had my hand on Anton's arm, as he pushed Sarah's stroller.

"Damn ma," He spoke, surprise on his face, "I fucked three babies into you."

The way he stated it, bothered me, as I don't like that kind of verbiage from him, but I did agree.

"Yes, baby," I stated, matter-of-factly, "We conceived three babies."

"Yea, well I am your man, and I'm the only one who should be fucking you," his words, having now, touched a nerve.

Perturbed, I scolded, him, "Anton, darn it! I'm still a married woman and I'd prefer if you didn't try to humiliate Phillip anymore than you have."

"Says the woman, carrying 3 babies from her own son," He bluntly stated. "You like me fuckin' you. Shit you said it yourself."

After securing Sarah in her seat, Anton drove is home.

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2:45

"Ahh!Ahh!Ahh!Ahh!"

Slamming into me from behind and Anton holding one of my legs up while standing, he had me pushed against the glass in our bedroom. Overlooking the marina and life down below, Anton was really giving it to me.

"An..ton..Oh.ba..by!" I stammered.

My hands flat against the window, Anton covered them both with his big right hand. Holding my left leg, it allowed him easier penetration.

"Gawd An..Anton..fuck.. mo..momma," Looking at my dress, draped over the loveseat, and his clothes strewn all over, I was still wearing my white high heels and tan pantyhose.

Pulling out, he turned me around. Now with my back against the glass, he lifted me. Slamming back into me, he held my legs up with his forearms.

"Oh honey!" I moaned, lust oozing out me. "I'm carrying your babies," I reminded him.

"Fuck yea, ma!" He'd announce with every thrust in me. Running one hand through his hair, he began nibbling on my neck.

"Anton, oh baby," The seductiveness in my voice, barely quiet, fueled his primal urges.

"I'm..gonna..cum..ma," he said in my ear.

"Lie me on the couch honey. Then pump it all into me," I mewled, sweaty and panting.

Walking me to the couch, he positioned our body for maximum effect.

"Oh Yes!!!" I yelped, as he redoubled his efforts. "Uhn! Unh! Unh! Unh!" while my

koaning moaning mounted, the 19-yr old above me, was intent on finishing.

"Ahh! Ahh!! FuccccccckkAhhhhMOMMM!!"

Gripping my legs, Anton pushed all the way in, sealing our lower parts. Jerking above me uncontrollably, I felt the eruption in my quim. Jet after Jet of his incestuous baby maker, exploded out of pussy pounder, splashing against my cervix. Running my hands over his chest, I cooed in approval.

"Mmmmmm, pump it all into momma, baby. Oh yes."

Sensing the chaos ebbing, Anton let my legs down. Pulling out, all 9" of his battering ram slowly appeared with a white foamy substance coating it's length and girth. Also, my juices from my multiple orgasms combined with it as evidence of out lovemaking. Once free from the confines of my warm tunnel, his penis bounced a little, as excess cum dripped off the tip. Finding spots along my pantyhose, he finally finished cumming.

"Holy shit, ma," His breath, ragged, "Told ya this pussy is mine."

Making my way to a seated position, I just stared out at the marina as I put my boobs back in my bra. Finally catching my breath, I stood and pulled my pantyhose back over my hips and put my dress back on. Kissing him, I went to awaken my daughter from her nap.

I ultimately called my lawyer and told her to make it as fast and painless as possible, but I asked her to ask Phillips' lawyer how long do I have to decide on custody for Sarah. After learning he wanted an answer to his demand, I informed Anton of the situation I was in.

"I swear ma, I'll beat his ass. It ain't Sarah's fault," he said, furious. Quelling his fire, we went about the rest of our day.

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As the weeks and months went by, the divorce was in full swing. Having reluctantly chose not to fight Sarah's custody, I began the process of preparing her for life with her father. Now 14 weeks along, Anton finally realized I was, indeed, pregnant. One night, after seeing a tiny bump form on my belly, he ceased pumping me as he marvelled at his creations forming on me.

My legs resting on his forearms and sweat on our foreheads, he looked down at me.

"Fuck, I'm gonna be a daddy," He quietly said, in our moonlit room.

"So you're happy, I hope?" My question, guarded.

"I fucked 3 into you mom. I might was pump more into you," he exclaimed.

Running my fingers along his chest, I gave him an exhausted smile. "Well we're about to have 3. You'll need to get use to them first. Momma's gonna need you to wear condoms for a while after I give birth, or I can go on birth control."

Ignoring what I just said, he pushed his girth back into me. "Ohhh baby," my words submissive, he proceeded to cum in me 3 times that night.

That Wednesday, I was sitting in the judge's chambers with my attorney, my husband and his attorney. With an obvious but tiny pouch forming on my tummy, as soon as Phillip saw me, the disgust in his eyes was apparent. Unable to look at home, I kept my head down, only speaking when my attorney advised me to. After a little back and forth, the judge got to the point.

"Mrs. Peters, it has been brought to my attention that you are in agreement of a quick divorce process?

"Yes, Your Honor, I am," I quietly said.

"And you're also in agreement of this filing you were given, regarding the custody of.... Sarah Peters?"

Looking at my attorney, then managing a glance toward my husband, the coldness in his stare afraid he would mention my incestuous affair, I, hesitantly, nodded. "Yes. Yes, Your Honor. I agree to the request for full custody." Noticing a smugness on Phillips' face, the pain. shame, and even anger I felt at that moment, couldn't overcome the absolute fear I had of my affair with Anton being made public.

After a few minutes, the judge spoke, once again. "Well alright. Seeing that, aside from a joint bank account, there really isn't any other community property needing tended to, Mr.Peters is there anything else you wanted to add?"

"I just want this overwith as quickly as possible," he pointedly demanded, not even acknowledging my presence. "I want this nightmare over with."

"Alright then. Councilors, I think we're done here. Mr. and Mrs. Peters have already agreed to handle their joint bank account equitably. And since there really isn't anything else for me to litigate, the divorce will be final around June 14th," he acknowledged. "Please coordinate the transfer of Sarah to her father, within 6 weeks."

As both attorneys acknowledged the judges orders, I sat there quietly. Once dismissed, I went back to my office to finish my day at work.

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Over the following few weeks, my pregnancy moved along. Being as petite as I am, the bump in my belly soon became prominent. Almost 5 months along, Anton's high school graduation was 2 days after I have to relinquish custody to Phillip.

Mine and Anton's relationship never wavered, although there were times I cried uncontrollably. Not because my marriage ended, rather, having to give up Sarah in order to save my own career and the stigma of being impregnated by my own son. Honestly, I'm not ashamed of carrying my son's children, I just hope one day, I'll be able to see my daughter again. Learning we're having fraternal triplets, there ate 2 girls and a boy forming in my womb. Anton is ecstatic. His arrogance is through the roof. Knowing he fathered them, with his own mother, no less, I have grown into the role of "his woman"

Yes, my career provides for us, pays the mortgage, etc. but at night, I dress how he expects without discussion and then he mounts me. I'll admit, the virility of Anton wears me out. We will have sex, 3-4 hours a night culminating in 3-4 loads deep in me. He's aware of my condition so lately he will pound my pussy doggy style or just open my sphincter more from his girth.

The day of the transfer, Anton and I finished packing Sarah's thing in the car. Crying uncontrollably, the indifference in Anton did bother me, but him reminding me that I'm carrying his children now, did mothing to alleviate my pain. Seeing the court-appointed liaison awaiting our arrival, I handed my daughter over to them. Phillip, in the background with his own attorney, was defiant. Seeing me with Anton, I could sense his blood boil. After everything took place, my little girl disappearing from my view, I did my best to move on.

The email I received confirming my divorce, final, was the ending I, now, realized. 2 days later, I sat in the bleachers, watching my son, the father of the babies I'm carrying, receive his diploma. Celebrating with dinner and a nice long fucking.

On August 25th, 6 weeks early, I gave birth to our babies. Jenna and Anton Jr. were born healthy, having to stay in the hospital due to their premature births, but we lost Katie from complications, 3 weeks after. The loss of our youngest was painful, but we were grateful the other 2 were ok. After taking them home, Anton and I decided to move from Seattle for a fresh start. Being able to secure another job in HR, we ended up moving to Colorado.

Now, almost 39, Anton and I are expecting our 5th child. We have Jenna, AJ, Pierre and Akesha. I have tried to reach out to my ex-husband in hopes of re-connecting with my daughter, but that has come with non responses to my emails. It hurts me everyday, but I know Sarah is safe and thriving.

Anton and me? He's now 23, and is actually working as an assistant wrestling coach for a local high school. I wear a ring that could be construed as a wedding ring, but obviously, the laws prevent us from marrying. Our community, as well as our employers see us as a couple. I can breath a sigh of relief our incestuous affair isn't known, grateful to Phillip keeping his end of the agreement.

I don't know how many more children can come out of my body, but I guess, I'm okay relinquishing authority in our home to Anton. He's good to our children, good to me. I do my best to allay any concerns he might have of my allegiance to him.

In bed, I'm "mom." Every thrust in me, every moan from my voice box, Every grunt, Every thumping against the headboard, Every creak of the bedsprings, I'm mom. Not Caroline. But in public, we are Anton Jones and Caroline Peters. The engaged couple.