24 comments/ 29489 views/ 6 favorites Simon and Kelly Ch. 01 By: simonwindsor You reach a point in your life when you feel that you need to document some of the events which have shaped your relationship and family. I am at that point and I wondered whether I could tell you about my wife, Kelly. We are now both in our late 30s and 40s and have had the odd chat about whether we would try a more open relationship but it isn't for us. We are happy with our life now with our children and Kelly's naughty times are in the past. I am very lucky to be married to an amazing woman but my first story is from a long time ago, before we were married. Our first incident was on holiday, a year or so after we started dating properly. We didn't quite own a house together but Kelly lived at mine more or less permanently and we were clearly on our way to engagement and marriage. We were totally and utterly in love, one of the few experiences I have had when I knew it was totally mutual. Kelly was 26 and I was 33. Looking back now it seems a life time ago, much more innocent despite what happened. It wasn't our first holiday, so perhaps we had been dating for over a year, but it was our first longish Summer break. We went to a lovely, quiet Greek island at a resort which ran a sailing school, I was keen to complete my RYA qualifications and Kelly was more than happy with pottering about the beach, sea, pool and town while the course was on during the day. The mix of people on the course was about half couples like us where the chap was sailing and the girl sunbathing and Kelly made friends with a few of those. There was also a few single lads, three of whom were in a group. The resort didn't just cater for the sailing school, there was a nice mix of older couples and some single girls holidaying in pairs. We were there for two weeks and the evening bar life during the first week was fantastic fun. We would get back from sailing and meet the girls at the pool or down on the quayside, have a couple of glasses of wine, go back to our cottages and then all meet up after dinner at the bar until the early hours. It was brilliant but exhausting. Over the first weekend one of the lads in the group of three mentioned his birthday and invited some of the younger ones into the local town which was far livelier than the place where we were staying. They asked us and we were sort of keen, but the late nights were starting to take their toll on me and sad as it sounds I really needed to do some reading and revision for the course. I had an important assessment day at the end of the holiday which these lads didn't have, they were doing the qualification just below mine. Kelly knew I wasn't that keen and said no, but we talked about it and I said that I honestly wanted an evening of reading and she should go out, she always enjoyed that sort of bar scene a bit more than me. The day before the birthday she went to another bay with a few of the girls and was talked into going. One of the single girls rather fancied one of the guys and I think she wanted an unattached friend for a bit of moral support. That evening we talked about it, she didn't really feel she had anything to wear. The only proper evening trendy bar dress she had brought was a very revealing summer dress, she had planned to wear it for me when we were out having a meal together. It was white, which looked lovely against her tanned skin, backless and very short. I should explain that I was, and still am very lucky, Kelly is just beautiful, but really has no idea how beautiful. I know lots of girls say that but when I met her she was going through her nursing training and still living on her parent's farm in Worcestershire. She was very much the country tom-boy. She is blonde, six foot tall, stunning long legs and breasts which are almost too big. If she wears the wrong top they become a bit "bouncy big" but lots of fun, which sounds an awful thing to say. It is not that she is self conscious, she just really had no idea how stunning she was and she would dress in rugby tops and jeans. As we got to know each other and then became friends she became much more confident and moved in with some other nurses and started dating. Despite this she still really had no idea of her effect on men and in particular her astonishing breasts which jiggled and bounced constantly back in those days. I couldn't really believe it when a few years later we had a snog one evening at a hospital mess party and I didn't let her out of my grasp from then on. Anyway that evening she tried on the dress. It was amazing, her tanned body just looked gorgeous under it and there was next to nothing left to the imagination. Her breasts did pop out depending on the way she sat but they just as quickly disappeared under the liquid-like fabric so it was more or a tantalising glimpse than a full show. Perhaps surprisingly this didn't bother me at all, she looked lovely and the guys had seen her breasts every day around the pool and we'd also been skinny dipping in the sea at night a couple of times. It was also very hot, a lovely relaxed Greek island, and seemed the right kind of thing to wear. I know the next bit might be a bit hard to believe but we had a chat about whether she should wear knickers. She would have normally been happy to go without under a very sheer dress but felt she should because I wasn't going to be there. I, naïvely, told her she should do whatever she felt was comfortable with. We tried the dress without and whilst you maybe got the occasional suggestion that she was knickerless it covered her modesty. And anyway, as we both said, so what - it was on holiday. The plan for the evening was that most of the group were going to go into the town early for a meal but a few of them would follow later. Kelly wanted to have a bite to eat with me after sailing and not have to rush to getting ready. We had become very good friends with one of the lads from the group of three said he wanted to do a couple of jobs after sailing and would go late too and would walk Kelly along the beach to the town. So he came over just as Kelly and I were having some bread and Tzatziki with some local wine. Kelly was in her sarong and bikini bottoms and we had a drink with Paul while she started to get dressed. She would pop back for the occasional sip of wine but Paul and I mostly chatted while she pottered about. The sarong came off very quickly and left her wearing just bikini bottoms. It seemed much more revealing away from the pool, I remember vividly Kelly standing talking to us drinking her wine while we were both fixated by her breasts but pretending to be mature about it. Paul never said a word out of place but he must have been appreciating them. I didn't really feel protective or awkward, it just seemed part of holiday life. At some point she took the bottoms off and got ready for her shower, she didn't come out naked but we would see into the cottage that she was nude. After showering she came out with a towel around her waist, topless, and chatted. That actually seemed relaxed, more natural. We teased her about taking ages to get ready so she dried her hair, put on some make up and had a final bit of wine before rushing in to get her dress on. She skipped off and took her towel off, we didn't see anything other than a quick look at her bum. When she came back however, she was still putting the dress on over her head and as she walked towards us she let it drop down. Before that, however, we both had a perfect view of her newly shaved pussy. I had no idea she was going to shave it. She told me later she only decided to in the shower thinking it would make the dress less revealing, the fabric was very sheer, and she didn't want an outline. She also promised me that she had no idea we both saw it as she walked towards it. She said she didn't even think about and if she had thought she would not have actually thought it was that bad, he'd already seen her skinny dipping. Paul and Kelly left. I didn't think anything at all untoward. I felt a bit uneasy I suppose that he had seen so much of Kelly while she was getting dressed but then I realised that he could see her topless or even nude for far longer on the beach any day of the holiday. They walked off and I settled down to my reading with the rest of the wine. The rest of the story I know from Kelly, she told me most of it over the next couple of days but over the years a few details come out every so often, I suspect there is still more to find out. Paul and she walked down to the beach to the town. She said it was utterly beautiful with the moon and harbour lights reflected in the sea which was completely still and black in the night. They had a lovely walk and conversation, Kelly said he didn't make any sort of pass at her and she didn't flirt any more than the usual holiday humour. When they met everyone else the evening got quite animated. There as a fair bit of drinking and fun in the busier bars and I think a fair bit of flirting. Kelly snogged Paul briefly in one of the bars when they found themselves in a corner but she quickly broke away. Kelly and Paul and the other girl, Sophie, who Kelly was friendly with, found themselves in a quieter bar in a discrete seating area. Paul's friend Callum, who Sophie fancied joined them. Kelly egged Sophie on a bit to flirt and make things obvious and I think there was some suggestive chat and the occasional boob appearance. Kelly told me that both girls decided to show the boys their pussies, while they chatted and they boys loved it but were very gentlemanly and tried hard to pretend that they were not looking at the dresses which had "accidentally" ridden up too far. Kelly told me after, and still says, that she had no plans to do anything else, nor even considered that it was a possibility. She was genuinely just helping Sophie pull. Eventually they became separated from the larger group and decided to walk back to the resort. I think that as they walked across the sand something changed, Sophie and her chap stopped to snog and then would start walking again and I think that Kelly started snogging Paul at about the same times. They got to very close to the resort and Kelly said she could see the spot where I had been reading, but she knew that there was no way I could see her, they were in almost total darkness and sat down on the sand. I suppose the inevitable happened and Kelly started snogging Paul as the other couple started. She took her dress off fairly soon after, I think she knew he was going to make love to her, anyway, once she was naked I think things happened fairly quickly. She unzipped his trousers as they snogged, not because she wanted to cheat, but just that it felt like something you should do if you are nude on a beach and snogging. She masturbated him briefly but ended up helping him undress and then sucking his penis while he stood and she kneeled, she was aware that Sophie and Callum were watching. She said as she was sucking him she heard Sophie start to moan as Callum entered her and this made Kelly stop sucking Paul and she asked him to make love to her. He asked her if she was sure and she said yes. They had sex twice and Paul came inside her both times. Paul walked Kelly back to our cottage and it was obvious as soon as they arrived what had happened. Paul didn't hang around for long and when he left I looked and Kelly and all she could say was sorry. I took her dress off, she had very obviously had unprotected sex with Paul and there was a lot of sperm on her pussy and legs. Neither of us knew what to say really. Kelly had a shower and we both got into bed. We didn't make love that night but did in the morning. We didn't talk much about it that morning. I went to sailing, she met the same crowd except for Sophie who had been up all night with Callum. Paul turned up, I suppose he must have been aware that I knew but it wasn't particularly awkward or strained. I am not sure, in retrospect, why I never got angry about it. I think I would have done had it been at home but it seemed a small, yet normal, part of a lovely holiday. When Kelly and I did talk about it she told me that when she took her dress off she was knew she was probably going to be unfaithful but that she felt things had gone so far that she couldn't really avoid it and she wanted to enjoy it. She was very frank about that, she had enjoyed the flirting and saucy chat in the bar but not until she was naked did she actually find that her horniness had overtaken her and that she wanted to make love. I think what she really loved about the evening is that Paul wasn't obsessed with her breasts, when the snogged he didn't constantly try to get them out like lots of previous guys had. He just enjoyed her kissing and occasionally let his hand wander to her pussy which she always enjoys. Years later Kelly told me that Paul had fingered her to orgasm in one of the bars when they were stood in a quiet corner, it was just after they had snogged, and it took about thirty seconds. She said that even him doing that didn't make her want to cheat but she did find it surprisingly erotic. When she was sucking his penis on the beach she loved that the others were probably watching. She couldn't see them but could hear Sophie moan as Callum started to make love to her. I think it was only at that point when Kelly actually finally decided to cheat. She told me that Paul had a very big penis and that the first time he took her they both came together as he filled her with a lot of sperm, I think he had been tormented from the moment Kelly took off her sarong at our cottage hours previously. It was only in the last year or two that Kelly told me she initially asked Paul not to come inside her but once he was making love she whispered to him to fill her with sperm, he asked if she was sure, she said yes and he did. After both couples had made love they all lay in the sand chatting. I think they all liked the moonlit nudity of their post coital state. Kelly said that they all asked whether she would tell me and she said she would have to but it didn't spoil the atmosphere. Gradually the girls started bring the boys back to life and Kelly and Paul watched Sophie ride Callum. Apparently Sophie was a bit naughtier than Kelly, she masturbated as she rode him and came loudly. After she came she got off and sucked Callum until he ejaculated in her mouth. While this was going on Paul was playing with Kelly's sperm filled pussy and she orgasmed at more or less the same point that Callum did before Paul started to position her so that he could make love to her for the second time. This time he entered her in the spoons position while they both looked out to sea, she said it didn't take long and he came inside her with probably as much sperm as the first time. Obviously I didn't get all of that detail out of Kelly the following day, but the years have added colour and accuracy to her first telling. I think that Kelly and Paul made love a few times more than holiday but I didn't know at the time. She has hinted as much over the years but we have never really felt the need to talk about it. We were friends with Sophie and Callum for a while afterwards, they eventually got married and we went to the wedding. Paul was the best man and the three of us chatted but to be honest it just felt that the time in Greece was a thousand years and a thousand miles away and we were more like polite acquaintances. We have lost touch with Sophie and Callum recently but I think I will remind Kelly to send them a note to see how they are getting on. Sophie was always grateful to Kelly, but also to me, she knew Kelly had told me everything, and I think she believes that Kelly was instrumental in her finding the man of her dreams. That is the end of the story from Greece. When I think about this story I find it very erotic, every time. I have never felt any jealousy or anger towards either Kelly or Paul. I suppose I am a bit jealous that Kelly has enjoyed group sex, something we have never done, but she had done it before me with previous boyfriends. The sailing course ended with me passing. We all had a fantastic last night and the following day disappeared back to our normal lives. Kelly and I got engaged the following New Year's Eve. I don't believe that she cheated again until the second of my three stories which was a year after we got married. That is part 2. Simon and Kelly Ch. 02 Here is my second story. I have been debating which story to tell, there are actually four stories, but I was not going to tell the fourth one because it is more personal and private. But for a variety of reasons, partly reading the other stories here, I have decided to tell it. So story three becomes number two, I will include the original two as a little aside. I have to say that this one is my least favourite of the three, I find the holiday one the hottest, but this one is probably the sluttiest and the most unlike Kelly. I couldn't really imagine her doing this before she did it, but in some ways it was my fault. After our holiday we returned home and settled back into our lovely home life. The holiday wasn't discussed much at all, surprisingly. We had the odd bit of pillow talk about it and it turned us on when we did but it wasn't a massive part of our life. I suppose the only thing that had changed was that I now knew that Kelly had the capacity to be unfaithful whereas I wasn't certain before. When I knew her before we dated she was always keen on guys but not fussed at the same time. She always seemed to have a boyfriend but they changed a lot and she shared a house with a bunch of nurses who seemed similar, I suppose a group of twenty something girls who enjoyed socialising, holidays, sex, and flirting but no different to millions of other girls around the world. We got engaged the New Years Eve after the sailing holiday. Our life at home was just amazing, she was so much fun, sexy, beautiful and really keen on making a life for us. She sort of matured a little over that year, as we were planning our wedding, changed jobs to something a bit longer term in a pharmaceutical company so dressed a bit more smartly too which I loved. She had to do a fair few trips to conferences and sales meetings but I had my on calls so it was more or less fair. Our sex life was just great, regardless of anything else I had those marvellous big bouncy breasts to enjoy. When she stopped nursing she put on a bit of weight, not much, half a stone at most, and it made her breasts and bum just perfect. She wasn't happy with that and tried to lose it but happily didn't find it terribly easy. She was also totally relaxed about being topless and nude around the house which I loved, even when friends were staying. A few of my mates from medical school had moved away elsewhere and would come up for drinks, courses, and so on. We had this little bit of fun in the morning where she would bring them a cup of tea and toast in just her knickers or pyjama bottoms, we called it tea 'n tits. And we all loved it. I think she loved showing off, my mates though it was great, and I had a great shag when she got back into bed. One of my friends was a bit more shy about it but according to Kelly always had an erection which he was desperate to hide from her in the morning She loved this and would always stay and chat a little bit longer. One weekend he was up for a course starting on the Monday and came up on Saturday for a drinks because it was his birthday on Sunday. On the Sunday morning Kelly and I were jokingly chatting in bed and we said we should give him a birthday present but we didn't really know what. She agreed to bring him a cup of tea in the nude which she never did before and I think I was expecting to give him a hand job or blow job. She was in there for quite a while and I was a bit curious but not worried. When she came back she had obviously fucked him, her pussy was covered in sperm. I was very surprised, not angry, because she is very noisy during sex and I thought I would have heard. What happened was that she was planning a blow job. While she was chatting to him he couldn't take his eyes of her nude body, she said "go on lets see" and nodded at his erection, he showed her by pulling back he bed clothes and she knelt on the bed to give him a BJ, she told him it was a birthday present from both of us, after a little bit she went up to give him a kiss and while there his penis "slipped in" as she put it. They both carried on, I think she was as surprised as he was, and he ejaculated inside her. She didn't come. That morning it was a totally open secret what had happened and he was a bit bashful, not least because Kelly had breakfast with us just with a towel around her waist. There were a few jokey comments made about his birthday present and that we hoped he enjoyed it but it all was laughed off in a generous and warm way. That little incident sort of passed from our memories, nothing changed after it, she still behaved the same when he visited, we hardly ever talked about it and I never ever thought of it as cheating or even being slightly unfaithful. That was going to be story two. I thought it would be a bit quicker in the telling, sorry. You now have to wade through the real story two! Kelly is fantastic at planning, our wedding was arranged for the Spring the year after we were engaged, so we were engaged for 15 months if that makes sense. She spent most of that 15 months planning it in perfect detail and loved the whole process. As part of that planning she worked out when we would have children after we got married, when we would move to a bigger house and more or less the rest of our life. It sounds a bit oppressive but I loved it, not least because I am rubbish at planning. I can barely plan my rota a week in advance let alone a wedding over a year away, it worked perfectly, for the most part. Just before our wedding, in around March of that year, one of Kelly's old nursing course friends was getting married. By co-incidence it was in a big country pile about 10 miles from our house even though they had moved away years ago. It was a big deal for Kelly, she was a bridesmaid, and was one of the core group of friends who were all staying in an interconnected suite in the country house/hotel. We therefore had a fantastic room, four poster bed, little lounge area, balcony, spa bathroom. We were both looking forward, especially Kelly, it was the first time I would get to meet some of these friends who were very special to her and were coming to our wedding four weeks later. There was a problem however, me, I totally messed up my rota. I had to work that weekend without any hope of swapping and I only realised two weeks before. She went absolutely nuts, I had never really seen her angry and I don't think that I have ever seen anyone that angry, ever. It was just awful for about 5 days but eventually things settled down and planned to go alone and have a great time. I was still in the dog house but these things happen and I was planning a surprise treat for her the following weekend as a sort of apology and pre-wedding strategy camp. About 4 days before the wedding she got a call from the bride, a friend of theirs had found himself able to come to the wedding at the last minute. He was living in the Middle East and there were problems with visas or something which meant that he couldn't leave the country but those had been resolved at the last minute so he was now coming. The issue was that all of the rooms were booked up and there were no other hotels in reasonable distance, certainly not close enough that he could enjoy the entire wedding weekend without endless commuting. The bride wanted to know if Kelly would let him sleep in our mini-suite on the sofa or floor. Kelly got off the phone and told she had said it was fine, it was made very clear to me that any objections I had would not be well received. I am sure you can see where this is going, I think I could too, I knew she could be unfaithful if she wanted to. Over the next couple of days we had vague conversations about the wedding, she bought some pyjamas to wear in bed which was a massive relief to me, but there was no real possibility that I could open up a conversation about what might happen that night. I didn't want her to sleep with him, this seemed different to her previous adventures, and I really felt uncomfortable about it. The day before we talked a little bit more. We always called her pussy "she" or "her" and in bed the night before I asked Kelly to look after "her" for our wedding and make sure "she" stayed safe for our wedding. Kelly said she would look after "her" and I needn't worry. The plan was for this friend to land at Heathrow and drive to the wedding but to drive Kelly back to ours afterwards, he was going to come to ours for a break, some supper, and a bit of a relax before his flight late that evening. Kelly was getting a lift from the bride's mother the day before. I am not sure if I had met this chap before but Kelly had and was relaxed about the whole lift thing and in the few conversations that we had she said she probably wouldn't actually speak to him during the wedding because of her duties. It all seemed OK but it was always obvious that just under the surface she was furious. I'd had a couple of conversations with one of the other bridesmaids who was married and staying in the interconnecting room next door. She said she would make sure Kelly was OK and would send me a text that night to confirm that nothing untoward had happened. Because she was married, trying for babies, husband in the same room it all seemed much more safe. As with the holiday I didn't find out about this until afterwards but I know more or less exactly what happened. I received a text from the other bridesmaid at about 12:30am saying "Oh no, sorry, he is fucking Kels, sorry". I replied, she didn't answer. I phoned Kelly-no answer. Kelly told me that they chatted a bit at the wedding after he arrived and had the usual drunken flirting and chat in the bar and danced together. She went to bed with him and took off her dress, her braless boobs in her words had "nipples like bullets because the room was a bit too cold". He just gawped and said "those tits are amazing". She told him it was too cold for chat and got into bed, she took her knickers off under the duvet and kicked them out as he was getting undressed. He got into bed and they ended up making love very soon after. Kelly suggested it to "keep warm". When they first were making love the other bridesmaid and husband walked in to check she was OK. By that time Kelly was on top, bed clothes off and she was fully on show. The bridesmaid just laughed hilariously and said serves Simon right, her husband saw Kelly in all her glory. She then texted me and must have collapsed into a drunken stupor straight after. They made love almost all night, he came inside her, in her mouth, on her bum and obviously on her breasts. The following morning I got a series of texts from the other bridesmaid saying she was joking and that she hoped I didn't believe what she had texted the previous night. I tried to call Kelly but she didn't answer but did text to say she would be home at about 2. They turned up at exactly 2 and I saw Kelly get out of the car. She was wearing a lovely summery dress, longish, little sleeves, button front and a cardigan over. A perfect spring outfit and not like a cheating fiancee, whatever they look like. She came to the house and I opened the door, she knew I knew, when she came into the hall she said "I'm sorry, she has been very naughty, I couldn't stop her". We had a very brief chat and she asked if it was still OK if the guy came in for a bit to eat and so on, he had about 5 hours to kill before his flight. I didn't really see a problem and he came in. We had a nice enough afternoon, well as nice as it can be when all three of us knew that my fiancee had been unfaithful. Towards the end of the afternoon I went into the kitchen to make some tea. Kelly came in and said that she wanted to say goodbye to him and I thought that meant he was leaving and both us should say cheerio. I had totally misunderstood, she started to undo her dress and walked back into the lounge. I heard Kelly make love, she made no secret of what was going on. The chap appeared at the kitchen door and said cheerio and perhaps we would meet up again sometime. I went into find Kelly looking very content but not especially horny and she didn't give any impression that she did it to get back at me. She knew I blamed myself, however. She went to have a long bath, and I heard her tell the other bridesmaid what had happened. She got into bed and slept until I made her a snack, after which she slept until 11 am the next day. We talked about what happened that night, she was very honest about what they did, she never said that she planned it but I am sure she did, or at least she was open to the idea of doing something and when she got a bit tipsy and flirty she decided to go for it. Kelly was still on the pill at that stage and there had been no suggestion of condoms. I am sure all of her friends know too, the other bridesmaid never mentioned it or the text she sent however. I should say, that last story doesn't paint Kelly in a terribly good light. In the days and weeks after she did it she was very apologetic and knew I was uncomfortable, it was obviously different to the other naughty things she had done. I suppose at that stage things changed a little really, tea 'n tits carried on for a long while, even into our marriage, but we didn't have any more conversation about whether it might be fun for her to have an affair, for example. I also think that we realised that we had really healthy sex life. We made love every day that she wasn't on a conference or something, and even when I was on call she would plan her day around making sure she could be at home for some sex. Whilst I don't think we ever came close to losing that we did come close to taking the light hearted fun out of her naughty side. Our wedding was wonderful, she looked absolutely beautiful, stunning. She came off the pill on our honeymoon but wanted 6 months of non-baby making sex before trying because she wanted to make sure that she was back to "normal" and it was the start of a wonderful marriage with three beautiful children, the third of which has just had his second birthday. Simon and Kelly Ch. 03 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. I have to admit I was curious, mostly to see what Kelly's reaction would be. Even though I did know her in her footloose days, and I am sure she probably had multiple lovers while we were getting to know each other, I saw Giles as being from a different era. Kelly had told me a few stories about swapping boyfriends with housemates for a change, giving friend's boyfriends a threesome as a birthday present and that kind of thing which seemed a distant dream when I saw the Kelly and our daughter playing chase in the Summer sun in the garden. The wedding came along and, obviously, Kelly looked gorgeous. Strappy summer dress, floaty and breezy, no bra, erect nipples, lovely tan from our recent holiday and a just a little bit of Mummy-innocence about her now which was incredibly attractive. I could see plenty of glances and whispers as husbands of school friends looked on enviously. When we finally met Giles it was anything but an anti-climax. Kelly, it was totally apparent, was clearly turned on. Her pupils dilated, her nipples were more erect, she was speaking more quickly, and rather than making me jealous it made me delighted. The old Kelly was definitely back. They spoke on and off throughout the wedding and it was very clear that had I not been there they would have spent the night together. I even asked Kelly if she wanted to stay and she considered it but decided the gossip potential was just too high. I then suggested that she invite him over for lunch the following day and I could take our daughter out. It seems hard to describe this now, I was talking about my wife and mother of my child cheating on me with an old flame in our home but it seemed perfectly natural and actually something that would feel a missed opportunity for both of us if she did not do it. Obviously, Kelly thought that this was a wonderful idea and the arrangements were made. The following morning when we got up it was no secret that Kelly was expecting to make love to Giles, we even spoke about where would be best to do it, and decided in the sun-room. I got our daughter ready while Kelly got herself and the house ready. All morning her and Giles swapped texts, some of which Kelly showed me, and the upshot was that she was to answer the door in the nude and the pretence of lunch finally evaporated. My wife was going to spend the afternoon fucking another man. This was the only point when I had a flutter of self doubt, we were saying goodbye, she was naked, aroused and clearly going to enjoy herself. I didn't know what to say but had to say something. All I could do was put my hand on the lower part of her abdomen, just above her pussy, and said "you will be careful, won't you", she said "of course", kissed me on the cheek and we left her to it. The story now follows what Kelly told me happened. Giles apparently turned up literally minutes after we left, he must have arrived early and sat waiting for my car to go. Kelly said they just picked up where they left off years before, he came in, stared at her naked body and they started kissing. Kelly led him to the sun room and he undressed as she masturbated his penis. We had never talked about that side of her relationship with him but I now know why there was so much teasing. Giles has an incredibly large penis, the largest Kelly had ever experienced before or after. She made no secret of how much she loved it to her friends and they called him the babymaker because she couldn't resist his hard cock no matter what relationship she was in. She told that she had forgotten quite how big it was, not just in length but she couldn't get her hand even half way around it and I think she forgot herself slightly and just behaved like a nervous 18 year old fresher at university and let him take the lead. There was not too much foreplay before he first made love to her, she lay back and asked for the babymaker. In retrospect it is a very prophetic name, I am sure Kelly knew what she was doing and if I am honest I suspect he did too. She watched his penis disappear inside her and he began the process of driving Kelly wild with lust. She told me as much, she couldn't control herself. She asked him to come inside her, I am sure he suspected what the situation was, and obviously was more than happy to inseminate another man's wife. He fucked her three times that afternoon and each time came inside her. Kelly told me it was more sperm than she has ever seen, it ran out for hours afterwards, and each time he came she came at the same instant. After the afternoon of sex he left and she texted me to come back. When I arrived home she was showered, in jeans and a crisp cotton shirt, an outfit I loved especially as the top was slightly see through and she was braless. She gave me a kiss when I got in and I asked how was her afternoon, she said good, but straight away she told me that she might be pregnant. I suppose I knew that this was the likely outcome, in fact I think the idea that it might happened crossed my mind when I first heard that Giles was going to be at the wedding. All I could say was "don't worry too much, we'll just see what happens". We never mentioned it again. Over the next couple of days Kelly told me about the sex, stories I just loved, but the knowledge that he might have fertilised her was never spoken of again. Kelly and I continued to make love most days but I still didn't come inside her. A few weeks later she had the inevitable positive pregnancy test. She decided not to go back to work, there was little point, the maternity benefits were so modest that we decided she would stay at home with our daughter for another year before school the following year. Nine months later we had our second child, a son. This pregnancy, delivery, and days afterwards were just a breeze in comparison and we very quickly started talking about having a third child who came along in due course. The second and third pregnancies were not as kind to Kelly's body as the first and she is now a more "typical" mum, the breasts are not as fabulous, the tummy a bit more wobbly, her laughter lines a bit more obvious but I love her more every single day. This is my last story and I can't see us ever having any more stories like these. Those days are behind us now and we have settled in to a comfortable middle class life in a old rectory in a village near the city where I am consultant. Kelly never went back to work after that false start after Giles impregnated her and now does charity work when the children are at school and nursery. No one so far as we know, knows our secret, we have met Giles a few times since, he is remarried and has two more children with his second wife. Five in total if you count the child he made with Kelly. We have never told him and Kelly says has never asked or even hinted that he suspects when they have spoken. They have not made love again, Kelly promises me. Thank you for reading.