My Husband New

THIS IS A STORY OF FICTION, ALL RELEVANT CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18.

ENJOY.

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My name is Caroline Peters, I'm 35 years old and have 2 children, with the youngest one under 1. I had been married to my husband Phillip, 37, for 5 months. I'm 5'2 116 lbs, with 34C breasts and mid-length wavy brunette hair. I have been told I resemble a younger version of Andie MacDowell. I am an HR manager for a major hospital system here in Seattle.

Having never been married prior to Philip, I was genuinely happy when I had met him. Quickly wanting to take me off the market, he proposed to me 6 months later, when I was pregnant with our daughter. We got married 4 months after her birth. I thought we had a good marriage going. Sure, we had our arguments and disagreements, but what ultimately ended my marriage, were decisions I made without my husband's knowledge. Let me reminisce.

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.......2 months prior......

Overlooking the horizon, the river was calm. Boats were docked in the marina and the sun was on its' way to setting. 11 floors up, in our 3-br flat, it was now 5:15. Needing to get my daughter at the daycare downstairs by 6, since my husband was away on business, there really was no urgency. As soon as I arrived home from work at 4:30 and with in 3 minutes, I was lying on my back on my bed, with my legs pointing to the ceiling, my pantyhose down to my hips, and my hands resting comfortably on his hairy shoulders.

"Oh honey, yesssss," I quietly mewled, periodically looking up at him. Sweat having already built up on his face, his thrusts in me jolted my petite body. Having my head turned a little to the left, the view from outside my window was amazing.

"Unh!Oh!Unh!Oh!"

My moans, unmistakable, in the large bedroom, were clashing with the creaky bedsprings and the headboard thumping against the wall. Drowning each other out, we continued our torrid session, the intention on relieving the stressors of our days.

"Oh yes! Oh Anton, god yes." The feeling of his 9" of man meat, sluicing through my tunnel, the timidity in my hoarse voice, he happily pumped away. Holding my legs on his shoulders, he'd push them back just enough for deep penetration.

"Oh yes," I'd squeal, feeling the hard knocking on my cervix door. Just then, we were interrupted. Hearing rapping at the front door, I whispered in his ear, "Don't stop honey, they'll go away."

Continuing, he sped up his pace.

"Oh yes.. An..ton," I began to pant.

"KNOCK!KNOCK!KNOCK!"

The annoyance of the interruption, I gathered it was of some importance.

"Ba..baby....Let..me..an..answer it," I said, out of breath.

Agitated, he reluctantly pulled out of me.

"I'm sorry honey," I panted, trying to regain my breath. Pulling my tan pantyhose back over my waist, I stood and began to button my dress back up. "I'll be right back."

Walking down the hallway, the urgency of the knocking continued. Opening it, there was our building Security Guard and a man, I'd never met, in a business type suit.

"Are you Caroline Peters?" He asked, a certain nonchalance in his voice.

"I am," I answered, sheer exhaustion strewn on my face.

"You've been served," he stated, handing me 2 Manila envelopes.

As the two walked off, I just stood there. Closing the door, I was speechless.

"Yo, Mom," the voice behind me sounded, "Who was it?" He blared.

"He knows, Anton," panic now in my voice. "Oh my god baby, he knows!"

Now behind me, my 19-yr old son, Anton started kissing my neck, anxious to get back to fucking.

"Honey, Phillip knows," I said quietly, "Oh my god, I just got served divorce papers!"

Seeing a letter on the first Manila envelope, the lawfirms name stuck out. On the second folder, My husband's writing I immediately recognized. Seeing a little folded paper on top, taped to the envelope, I opened the one fold.

"I KNOW EVERYTHING, CAROLINE. YOU MAKE ME SICK," it simply said, The words highlighted.

"Want me to beat his ass, mom?" Anton, my 6'5 280 lb wrestler asked.

"Baby, please. Just knock it off," I hesitantly, but annoyingly said, agitation in my voice. "Can you just go downstairs and get Sarah? I need to think."

Going back to what is his bedroom, Anton quickly put on clothing, as he was naked before the interruption at the door. After he left, I plopped down on the couch. Looking at the dual envelopes, I sighed aloud.

Tears forming in my eyes, I knew this day would come. We couldn't continue hiding our infidelity forever. But I still did everything in my ability to mask this. Every condom he filled, I made sure he buried them, with it's wrapper in the trash. I'd toss my soiled pantyhose that he'd cum upon in the trash. Then I'd have him toss the bag, full or not, down the trash chute. I'd wash all linens, but always have the bed made when Phillip arrived home. I'd make sure the bedroom never smelled like sex. Everything. Or so I thought.

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After he arrived home with Sarah, I was cooking dinner. After we ate, I devoted some time to my daughter before her bedtime at 8. Anton, clearly i different, would be playing his PS5 in his bedroom.

As the moonlight lit up the river, I faintly saw a boat coasting slowly in the waters. Through the dimly lit aura in my bedroom, our grunts and moans, as well the headboard beating against the wall, I was fixated on the scenery outside, although dark, as my son held my nylon clad legs back with his shoulders.

"Oh..Unh..Oh..Unh..An..ton..oh..yes," With no sense of urgency, he pumped my pussy. As Sarah slept down the hall, the weight of the revelation from earlier was on my

kind.

"Fuck, mom.Yess!." Anton, through gritted teeth, announced. Fuck yesssss!" He hissed.

Seeing my cell phone dormant, no calls, no texts, no voice messages from my husband, I was slowly grasping reality. My marriage is over. When he left for England a week earlier, I had noticed a difference in my husband. Always the chipper type, ready to share with me the goings on of his day, I didn't fully realize how he was slowly pulling away. He'd come home, and spend the evening with his head in his laptop.

Hearing my daughter's breathing in the baby monitor beside my bed, I focused on the incestuous acts of the person panting, heavily, above me

Speeding up his motions, my moans became urgent. "Anton! Oh..Honey!" Revving up his engine, the end was nearing, Having been fucking me for the past 45 minutes, I could sense a change in his breathing. His heavy balls, slapping against my ass repeatedly soon became non-stop.

"UnhUnhUnh! An..ton!" My energy level rising, My grip on my son's shoulders tightened. The urgency in his thrusting, telling me he was close, was at a torrid place. Laboriously breathing uncontrollably under him, Anton, laboring himself, re-gripped my legs. Pushing himself up, his thrusting accelerated.

"Cum for momma," I lustfully voiced, cooing in his ear. "Fuck it into me, baby," I lovingly said, awaiting his eruption.

"Ahh!! Ahh!!" he grunted, pounding into me uncontrollably.

"C'mon..ba..baby," I chanted, as his sweat dripped onto my tits.

"Ahh!! Ahhhhhhhhhhfuckkkkkmommm!" He bellowed, gritting his teeth. "Fuckkkkkk!"

Slamming one last time into me, he help himself attached to me. Suctioning off the area of our nether regions, the copious amount of semen pasting my cervix was abundant.

"Anton... oh baby yes," I'd seductively utter, feeling every pulse in my vaginal tube.

Slowing his thrust, I could still feel the last vestiges of his release entering me. Pulling out, the white, foamy lather coating his manhood, combined with my vaginal juices was evidence of our mating.

"Holy fuckin' shit," Anton said, flopping onto his back. "Dam, mom." Trying to catch his breath.

Lying there, my legs finally resting on the mattress, I also tried catching my breath. Feeling his cum oozing out of onto the mattress, The Reality of now, came roaring back. About to speak, I turned to my side. Realizing he was asleep, the shame hit me.

Making my way to the edge of the bed, I retrieved the one heel that popped off of my foot from Anton's hard thrusting. Once I secured my high heels back on, I stood on wobbly legs. Holding the towel tightly against my well fucked pussy, I stood at the window. Watching life going on, at 9:30 at night, the streets peppered with normalcy, I formed a half hearted smile amidst the chaos.

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Before I married Phillip, it had always been just Anton and me. As a single mother, I made sure he had everything I could afford. Sports, whatever. From wrestling to football, I never missed an event. Knowing the right people, I have him in one of the best schools in Seattle. Now a Senior, as I had to hold him back in 3rd grade, he's set to graduate in June.

His father was never in his life. I was a very promiscuous girl in high school. I was known by the black guys there as Easy Caroline, because of how I liked black guys. My sophomore year, I got pregnant by the Captain of the basketball team. Come to find out, 4 other girls were also pregnant at the SAME TIME as I was. All by him! Suffice it to say, he wanted nothing to do with any of us afterward. But Karma got to him. He ended up destroying his knees do badly, any pro dreams were dashed. Last I knew he was in a prison somewhere.

About a month before I met Phillip, Anton and I had begun our sexual relationship. Loneliness had consumed me, and against my moral judgment, I let my son bed me the night of his 18th birthday. Honestly, there had never been an inkling of his desires, no hints, no accidents, nothing. But at dinner, the night he turned 18, he boldly expressed what he finally wanted for his "gift."

"You," he boldly said, right there at the table. "I want to fuck you, Caroline," he said, while smartly using my first name instead of mom. Yes, I was surprised, shocked, aghast, but I wasn't furious at him. We had an understanding, we can say ANYTHING, and no judgment. EVER.

With my mind racing, digesting his desire, I simply asked, "Are you sure? IF we do this, it changes our whole relationship. We can never go back to normalcy."

Let's just say once we got home, he lost his virginity. From that day forward, morning, noon and night, we didn't make love. We fucked. His aggressiveness began wearing my down so I eventually taught him to make love to me.

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For a while, he wore condoms, never once arguing with me, but also understanding that at 33 and a single white woman, we couldn't risk me getting pregnant. There were times, usually Friday and Saturday nights, where there would be 6-7 used condoms and their wrappers in the waste bin by my bed, combined with a few pair of used pantyhose. He couldn't get enough of me.

A month later, I met Phillip. Just by coincidence, he was meeting up with a vendor in our building, when he bumped into me in the lunchroom. Well every other day he came to the facility and somehow, he'd end up standing in my office talking with me about everything and nothing. After learning a little about each other we exchanged numbers. But each night I'd go home and have my son pounding me through the mattress.

Over time a phone call, turned into coffee, then a dinner.

"I really like you, Caroline," he explained to me one night. A whirlwind off emotions ran through me. Where has this led? I'm intimate with my 18 year old son, but I have this man infatuated with me. Unsure of myself, I decided to talk to Anton.

During a raucous Friday night, after filling 3 condoms. we were taking a break. Maybe not the best venue to bring it up, I began to speak.

"Anton," i began, as I was slipping into a newer pair of pantyhose. "I think its important I bring this up to you."

After explaining Anton, coffee and dinner, I asked him the question that changed OUR relationship. "Would you be alright if I started seeing him?" The question was like a bomb.

"What the fuck?" He said, his voice raising.

Trying to explain my readoning, he wasn't interested.

"I ain't good enough?" his voice at a pitch.

"Honey, it's not that. I'm just concerned our relationship will get out. Imagine the societal repercussions. It's illegal, what we do," My words, careful. "I figured, I date him, we continue our relationship, and have no concerns about suspicions."

I'll say it took me a couple weeks to get him onboard with my reasoning. But he immediately had a dislike for Phillip. Like how dare his white mother date a white man. The audacity.. Right? But our intimacy at night really changed. What was unadulterated love, turned, to what i can only say, was his intent of ruining my pussy for anyone but him. We had aggressive, rough sex. He'd pound me, until my gasps were permanent.

Phillip and I did start seeing other. Well one night, about 2 weeks in, Anton and me had an argument. Wanting me to cancel my dinner date and me telling him I'd be home by 9, I made a choice that altered both of my relationships. I went to that dinner. Furious with Anton's behavior, Phillip and I had sex. Unprotected. I'd always had Anton wear a condom. But, I slept with Phillip. Once. That was all it took.

Eventually, I was intimate with both. Mistly Anton, but Phillip and I found time, too. Always having the excuse that my son was in the house, Phillip and me never did anything there.

Well one morning, I began throwing up. The next morning, the same thing. For a week that was my morning. Anton would fuck me before he left for school and me, work. Condom after condom he'd fill. I'd throw up. I found out I was pregnant. Talk about panic.

The talk I had to have one night after a hard night of fucking, We were heavily breathing.

"Honey, you need to be easier on me," I'd complained one night.

"This is how I always fuck you, mom," he pointed out.

Swallowing intently, I came clean. "Anton, I'm 6 weeks pregnant," I softly said, unsure of how he'd react. First he was happy. Thinking he impregnated me. But then his mind clicked.

Looking at me more intently, he realized it wasn't his. "Wait. What the fuck?"

"Honey, yes It's Phillip's," I admitted, seeing his anger build.

"I gotta wear fuckin' condoms and that mutha fucka don't!" Seeing the anger from my 6'5 280 lb. man-child, I was genuinely frightened. Taking the boxes of condoms, he tossed them down the trash chute.

From that day forward, he rarely, if ever, wore one again.

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Juggling the two was difficult. Anton was intent on missionary, even as my pregnancy progressed. He was mindful of the baby growing in me, but he was hurt. Betrayed. He hated my fiance with every fiber of his being. He even began hate-fucking me. Knowing I couldn't suddenly bottle up Anton, I tried making it up to him, but his anger built.

In my 6th month of pregnancy, Phillip proposed to me. In his bedroom, after we were intimate. I said yes, not once thinking about Anton. I mean I couldn't marry Anton, right? He's my blood relative. Surely he'd understand. Well he didn't. Not by a longshot.

Our frequent talks, laughs, even loving intimacy was waning. Whenever Anton and I were intimate, he'd make me put my engagement ring in the bathroom.

"In this bedroom, you're mine, not his!" He'd remind me, through ever violent thrust into my womb. Even Philip began noticing the swelling on my vulva. Thinking it was from him, I obviously couldnt tell him the truth.

In October, I gave birth to my daughter, Sarah. On February 14, Phillip and me got married, in a simple wedding, but without my Anton there.

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.......Back to 2months earlier.....

The next morning, after receiving another 2 loads in me, Anton got ready for school and I hot ready for work. Walking to the kitchen, I made him a quick breakfast. Running his hand under my dress, he put his hand on my stomach. "8 months Ma," he boasted, "then I'm gonna be a daddy." Giving a curt smile, I kissed his cheek.

Yes, I became pregnant before I was served. I conceived the night of my 35th birthday. This was a week before our 1st wedding anniversary. Now January, Phillip had been on a 2-day trip, and Anton didn't disappoint. We spent every second in my bed, If Sarah wasn't napping. He must have cum in me 5-6 times that day. After dropping Sarah off downstairs and Anton, to school, I headed back home to survey the envelopes.

Opening the one from the lawyer, were divorced papers. Spelling out everything, My husband made it clear he wanted nothing to do with me. Aside from our daughter, we didn't have much to split. I own my flat, as I said before. I've lived here 10 years, so when he moved in, it was just easier. Deciding I needed a divorce lawyer of my own, I secured me one.

After perusing the papers, I put them back and opened the folder with Phillips writing on it. Inside was a letter, accompanied by 2 flash drives.

"Read the letter first, Caroline," I was instructed. Opening it, i began to read.

"As you know by now, I want a divorce. Don't try contacting me, texting me, nothing. You're a disgusting human being Caroline, as is your son. You too are made for each other.

With tears in my eyes, I continued. "All the red flags I missed, all the suspicion, I had a feeling from our engagement you were cheating on me. Just couldn't get traction. I never, for a second, imagined you and; I was never alone in your house so I could never find definitive proof, but the day I moved in after our wedding, is when I was finally anle to pieces together. My God Caroline, Really? Put the flash drives in Caroline, you'll see what I mean.

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Taking the drive with #1 on it. I inserted it. Flashing on the screen was the inside of my the entryway in my flat. Realizing the eye must have been hidden in the plant I had on the table, it sat at the perfect angle. Clearly evening time, the hallway is seen, the 2 bedrooms to the left, the master bedroom off to the right. In the main living area, the kitchen was off to the right, connecting to the dining area. Couches and the big screen were clearly visible. Windows in the main area, saw the outside area, but was mostly unseen being dark.

About 8:30 Me and my son walk in. Almost immediately, it showed him pushing me against the door.

"Honey!" You would hear, "The sitters here!"

Just then the sitter comes out of Sarah's room. After a brief talk the sitter left. As the door closed, It showed Anton pushing me against the door again. Lifting me, his hand went under my black dress I had on.

"Oh my God," I said, realizing the night in question, "Phillip left for Miami that morning," I said to myself.

"Take momma to the bedroom and show her how much you love her," The lust in my voice, grounded. Wrapping my legs around his rotund body, we disappeared in the bedroom.

Not 2 minutes later, "Oh yessss," You hear. "Fuck your mother.... HARD."

Not seeing anything, the sounds coming from my bedroom were unmistakable. Soon after, the bedspring began their rhythmic sonata, while the headboard started slapping the wall.

"An..ton..oh.. god.. yes," You heard despite the other entities sounds off. "Fu.. fuck.. me. oh.. baby.. yes!"

Hearing the banging from where the bug sat, the moans and grunts were prominent.

"Unh! Unh! Unh!

Fuck yes, mom!!

"Fu..fucking.. pound.. me,, baby.. god yes!!!!

Over 25 minutes, the lewd, animalistic carnality echoing throughout the 11th story flat, was intense.

"Unh! Unh! Unh! Ung! Unh!"

Soon, the climactic conclusion was heard. "Ahh Ahh!! Ahhhhfuuuckkmommn!"

The headboard was incessantly hitting the wall, tthe bedsprings were going crazy, and my moand of ecstasy were legit.

"Anton!Oh god yes! Cum in me!" My voice, submissive. Eventually the franticness sliwed down.

"Oh baby. Mmmmmm fill momma. You fuck me better than my own husband," Could be heard from the bedroom.

After 5 minutes of silence, We walk out of the bedroom, exhaustion on my face, adorned only in the suntan pantyhose I'd been wearing, now matted with cum stains. My black heels were on my feet. My breasts, red and bruised, hung from my chest. Anton, was purely naked. Still hard, our combined juices glistened off his rod, as a white lather was noticeable.