He stopped paying me any attention

I thought we were in love when we married but he seems to be turning his back on me now that I want a family. This is how things work themselves out.

Maybe my mom was like that we were to young to get married, but I was sure he loved me just like I loved him. When we got married I was 18 by a whole day, and he was 7 months older then I am. We met when we moved to this area after dad came home, packed his bags and walked out when I was 16 and my little sister was 12. We didn't find out for 3 days when mom was sitting at the table with a bottle of wine which was empty, and her almost falling out of her chair. This is what she told us ' Your fucking dad is a fucking queer who moved into his boyfriends place so he can get fucked up his queer fucking ass. I hope he gets aids and dies.' It ripped my sister's heart out, but I knew dad was a queer just by the way he acted, plus a couple years before I came home early from school and he was in bed with some guy being fucked. I kept my mouth shut but it didn't matter in the end.

Well I had my birthday party which was mom, my sister and my boyfriend. I was 18 and mom couldn't stop us from going to city hall and saying our I do's. My now husband was working at a dealership selling cars, and I was serving food at a barbecue joint. I made good tips from the younger guys, and even big tips if I let them touch my legs. So we got our own apartment and with some used furniture we made it our home. We had been married when I started asking my husband for us to start a family. He would say " Ya someday." So when I asked when he asked him when, he would get mad. When we were in school we always talked about having a big family of 5 or more kids, and now he doesn't even want to talk about it.

After over a year of this I told him I was going to stop taking the pill so we could start our family, with him saying his ' whatever ' like he likes to say. But after I stopped taking the pill our love life changed, and not for the better. When we made love and it was in my fertile time, he would pullout and shoot his cum on me and the only time he would cum in me is, when I was having my period. I'm not stupid, I knew what he was doing but every time I said anything he would say something stupid, until one day he said " Why don't you go find some other guy to knock you up?" I was so taken back that I just looked at him before bursting into tears. I mean he's my husband, and this is how he is treating me.

There's this guy who lives down the hall from us that my husband talks to all the time but I never met myself, but maybe a week after my husband told me to find someone to knock me up I ran into this guy in the hallway. He told me that his name was Hank and how happy he was to finally meet me. We talked for maybe 10 minutes before I said I had to get dinner going for my husband heading to my apartment. When I told my husband I met his friend Hank he only said his " Whatever " without even looking up from the TV.

The place where I worked asked me if I would work from 4 to 11 instead, of my 10 to 4 I worked now. It would mean more hours and maybe even better tips, so I said yes after all my love life had gone down to if I was lucky twice a week, with some weeks nothing at all. I guess I must be highly sexed because when I don't have sex 4 to 5 times a week, I start getting horny when some guy even touches my leg and if he's a good looking guy, at times I get a little more then what you would call wet in my panties. I have taken to having panty liners in my purse just in case.

You know I thought my husband with me working this late and having to ride the bus both ways, but he didn't seem to give a shit. That's when I ran into Hank down in the laundry room. I was loading a washing machine as he came in loading a machine of his own. I put my money in and hit start which locks the lid so it can't be opened, as hank said " You dropped these." He bent picking up my throng panties lifting them to his nose breathing in before saying " I will put these in with my clothes sweet thing, but they sure smell oh so good." I took it as a joke but looking at Hank who had to be close to 7 feet tall and built, had the panties I had on getting very damp. We sat and talked with me finding he was very easy to talk too, and unlike my husband is now, Hank is a very good listener. I told him about my childhood and about my dad to which he said that " He couldn't understand what a man would want with some other man, but if a woman wanted to be with say a woman he could understand that totally." I asked if he would like to come to my apartment for a cup of coffee the next day? He said he would bring some donuts.

At work that night my mind kept going to Hank holding my panties to his nose breathing in my pussy, and how his smile was from ear to ear afterwards. I knew I should've gotten upset, but I found it kind of hot and with my husband all but turning away from me maybe, no I can't even start thinking that way. The next day when Hank knocked on my door I felt a thrill go through my body knowing I was going to be alone with him as my husband was at work. I didn't even tell my husband I had ran into Hank, or that he was coming for coffee. He sat on the end of the table with me at the side as we talked about how his last girlfriend ran for the hills, when he said they should get married and start a family, so I told Hank about what my husband has been doing from the moment I went off the pill, and how he now pulls out and refuses to cum in me. I felt Hank's knee touch mine as he said " If I was married to someone so fucking hot as you, you wouldn't be able to keep me from filling you with babies."

His hand came down on top of mine as I couldn't even say a thing as I looked into his eyes, which are almost green. His knee which was touching mine moved up and down, as his hand gripped mine pulling it towards him, as he lifted my hand kissing my hand then pulled me closer, as if to kiss me before I stopped saying " Hank I'm married. I can't be." That's when his lips touched mine. Maybe if my husband hadn't turned his back on me when it came to anything, even so much as a kiss I wouldn't of let it happen. Hank's lips and then his tongue as he pulled me closer, as he turned in his chair lifting me onto his lap. I was so fucking turned on that when his hand cupped my breast I covered his with my own. He broke our kiss as he only said " Bedroom."

I couldn't tell you if he carried me, or if I walked but all I know for sure was our clothes were coming off and once naked he placed me on my bed, getting on with me kissing my neck which is a huge turn on for me, before going down to my nipples, as I wished I had more then my A cup for him. I was close to coming before he went down kissing my belly button then got between my legs. My whole body was shaking, as he kissed my landing strip I have my hair shaved into before he give me a long slow lick from my ass crack to my clit with me groaning very loudly as he began eating me out, and wouldn't stop until I had 3 very strong orgasms.

When he lifted up until he kissed me tasting myself on his lips, as he began to enter me. It felt like he was pushing his hand in me, as I had to stop him 4 or 5 times so my body could adjust to his size. I can't remember looking at his cock, so I have no idea how fucking big it is, but I know it's a fuck of a lot bigger then my husband's is. It was like I was a virgin all over again, but I had only ever had my husband in me before this, and I wasn't sure I would be able to handle Hank. I have no idea how long it took before Hank was able to start actually to start fucking me, but when he did my whole world changed, and before long I was screaming for him to fuck me. I must've had 8 maybe 10 fucking orgasms before Hank said he was about to cum. I told him to cum in me that I wanted every drop of his cum. When he came I my orgasm was the strongest yet, as I blacked out for a few seconds.

He stayed in me for the longest time, as I grabbed his head pulling him down into hottest kiss I have ever given. As we kissed my thoughts went to my husband, and what he would say if he came home finding me full of Hank's cum ,and his huge fucking cock still inside of me, and the thought didn't bother me in the least. I broke our kiss as I said " Hank I think I may've married the wrong man, and if you only did this to me once a week I would be a very happy woman." Hank look at me before he said " I could get lost looking into those blue eyes of yours but, could you be happy if you married a black man like me, and had interracial babies. You have to know your people would look down on us, and some of my folk wouldn't accept you as well." I kissed him again, as I felt him finally shrinking down to a bit more of a normal size, as I broke the kiss to say " Hank I think I married to young just like my mom told me I was, but after this I don't think I want or could stay married to him anymore. You listen to what I have to say, and you seem to be so kind in how you do things that you opened my eyes, that I settled on someone who isn't what I need as a partner in life. Hank I'm not say this only because of the mind blowing sex, but because I could fall for you very easily."

We showered together and when I washed what he has, I was shocked that even soft it would fit inside of my 5 foot 7 inch body. He said that he loves my body and that my husband is a totally asshole for putting me down when he talked about me to him. I didn't want to, but I dressed as Hank drove me to work and even picked me up after work. It was funny when guys would touch my legs, cause now I would slap their hands away saying to keep their hands to themselves. Hank and me went up to what they call lovers lane not to fuck, not that I would've stopped him, but just to kiss and look out over the city.

It was only a week later Hank asked me to leave my husband and move in with him. When I told my husband I was leaving, he only said " Whatever." I found out later he was fucking some 16 year old, as we were married to each other. Well this time I'm getting married in a church with lots of people coming to this wedding, and we are even going to have something I have never had, and that's a honeymoon in the Rockies. I hope being 22 weeks pregnant doesn't make for any problems with me being able to what turns out to be 11 inches of very thick cock on my honeymoon. The funny thing is my now ex husband's mother said she was shocked it took me that long to dump that loser, not many moms would say that about their own kid.