As you probably guessed from last weeks saga, once I got back from Puerto Rico I found myself pregnant. I had seriously mis-judged my cycle since I was well overdue for another birth control shot. I guess in the end, something had slipped through the net.
For about a week or so I didn’t speak to Bernard and within that time I tried to figure out what to do. At times like that I missed Tania; that was one good thing about her, she always knew somebody who knew somebody that would help me arrange an abortion if I needed it. I guess I neglected to tell you ladies earlier in the series that during my vehement pursuit of ‘happyness’ I was pregnant once before for Bernard. This was before I stared the birth control shots. Something inside me knew that I couldn’t handle a baby at 21 just a year after getting married. Tania found a discreet doctor for me and I told Bernard that I’d had a mis-carriage. You all know what men are like when it comes to stuff like that, they don’t ask you the details so I got away with it.
All these years on from that I was faced with yet another dilemma. I didn’t know for sure who the father of my baby was; could I take the risk of being shown up in a possible DNA test once the baby was born? Also I had to consider the fact that since I was going to get a divorce; things would not swing in my favour if I was discovered to have another man’s child. I planned to play the poor neglected wife that had found out that her husband had cheated on her with her best friend. I had also taken out some insurance by taking photos of my wounds at the hands of Bernard with my cell phone. I intended to take him to the cleaners for that.
Upon reflecting, I decided that no-one deserved to be raped and beaten the way I had been regardless of whether I had secretly been taking birth control or not. One morning, about a month into my pregnancy I made up my mind. I would get rid of it.
I realise that some of y’all reading my have a lot of pro-life beliefs and feel that a baby is a blessing. Not that I disagree with that, I just felt at the time that the circumstances were wrong. I wanted to cut loose from Bernard completely in any case, so having a child by him (if it happened to be his) would mean that our lives would be forever linked. It was a hard call to make but I had to do it; hopefully I would have babies in the future, but not at that point. I do want to confess something though; I wanted that baby more than anything in the world. Maybe I was ready to have a child sooner than I thought I would be.
The abortion procedure was swift and painless since I was just under six weeks pregnant at the time of the termination. After the heartache of the experience, I regrouped and set about finding a good divorce lawyer. I also went back to get my long overdue birth control shot; that would ensure that there would be no other ‘accidents’ within the next 4-6 months.
Surprisingly, Bernard wasn’t too shocked when I announced that I wanted a divorce. He knew innately that the rape and beating were the straws that had effectively broken the camel’s back.
‘I know I fu*ked up Ree…I was stupid and filled up with pride. But since the time you found out about Tania, I knew it would go down hill from there. I was trying to patch things up with us, but by then it was probably too late wasn’t it?’ said Bernard looking like a broken man
‘Yeah you could say that; I’ve already seen an attorney and he advised that we start living separately now. Since you’re the breadwinner and domestic violence is involved, I’ll need you to move out. Tonight would be a good time’ I replied coldly
‘Are you kiddin? You want me to move out tonight? And what do you mean ‘domestic abuse’ it only happened one time. You’re saying it like I been doing it for years or something Maria!’
‘Once is more than enough and I ain’t gonna wait on a second time! I’ll cut you some slack and ask that you move into a motel or something by the weekend. That gives you three days’
Before he had a chance to reply I ended the conversation and walked up to the bathroom. I ran myself a bath in the tub and had a good soak with some Lush bath bombs thrown in. I thanked God that I would be the ‘injured party’ in our divorce because I intended to keep the house. Now that I was fully in control of my life and my destiny, I began to feel a lot better about myself already. After a long soak I finished up and went to bed. Bernard had wisely decided to sleep on the couch downstairs.
Funnily enough, the thought that I was in so much control was intoxicating and I began to feel horny. It was the first time that I’d thought about anything remotely sexual since my abortion. I lay back and fantasized about all of the hot sexual encounters that I’d had so far, culminating with my steamy tryst with Mario. I could see his face in my mind’s eye as I touched myself urgently trying to reach a much needed orgasm. I got wetter and wetter as I imagined him filling me up completely. In the end I carefully slotted a finger inside myself and put pressure on the fleshy mound of my g-spot. Doing that in conjunction with rubbing my clit with the other hand quickly sent me over the edge and suddenly, lots of liquid flowed on to the bed. I was moaning loudly in ecstasy at this indescribable feeling…I actually thought I was p****** myself but it was something else entirely. I must have been loud because Bernard came in looking concerned and found me splayed out on the bed with my hands between my legs.
That’s when he gave me that ‘I wanna f*ck you’ look. I glared back at him; there was no way that we would be having sex. He’d gone too far now and he had another thing coming if he thought I’d let him have my pu*sy again.
‘Get out Bernard’
‘I’m sorry baby…I was worried about you…what happened here, apart from the obvious…’ he enquired
‘What do you think…I just came and I think it was so intense that I may have pissed myself. Anyway whatever just get out’
‘No it looks like you ‘squirted’…you know, what they call female ejaculation. Oh my God Maria, can we please have one more time together? That s*** turns me on so much…look at what you’re doing to me. My d*ck is aching for you…please baby’
I was laughing inside; how wonderful it was to see a grown ass man grovelling at my feet. There was no way that I’d let him fu*k me, but maybe I could let him have a compromise.
‘No Bernard, we can never do it again. But since you’re begging…you can look at my naked body and jerk off if you want. The bed is already wet so I have to change the sheets anyway’
He reluctantly accepted my terms and stood by the edge of our bed beating his meat. All the while he was calling out my name desperately as if that would persuade me to let him hit it. I myself was buzzing off the complete power trip. By the end of it, he got so hot that he pulled a dirty trick and bust all over my thigh. Just as I about to scream at him, Bernard jumped on me and started to eat out my pu*ssy. I tried to push him off because this wasn’t what I wanted, but he was so good that I let him make me come for the last time. It would seem that Bernard was getting desperate, the only thing was that I needed more in a husband than the ability to give me good head (even though I wasn’t complaining about the getting head part)
Once he was done I slapped his face sharply and told him to get out once again. It was clear now that he would have to be out before the weekend. I could not allow this to happen again. I would not be manipulated and there would be no re-conciliation. Things had gone too far now and I had to move on with my life. From that night on, Bernard was history.
I had to now concentrate on getting a career…but what the hell was I good at? I’ll hold that thought until next time.
Until next week ladies…
‘The married groupie’
Lady Lynxx: look forward to the next instalment next week!
*Please note: names and personal details have been changed to protect identities!*
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