He was conscious of her lovely breasts, of the patch of brown hair shielding her center -- the center that had received him just the night before. Can...y, however, didn’t seem conscious of any of this. She was concerned with the shape of her stomach.“Do you think I’m showing?”“Maybe, just barely.” Her belly was lovely, too, but it was still slender.“Someday soon,” she said, “it will be obvious even when I’m dressed. I don’t know how long I can hide it.”“Well, you’re a married woman. Do you. ‘Heidi?’ It was her husband. ‘Yes?’ Heidi said. ‘Look, I decided I’m not going to come home tonight,’ he said. ‘I think, considering what you said about getting a divorce, that’s probably the best thing for me to do, don’t you?’ ‘I guess so. Where are you going to stay?’ Heidi asked. She was surprised she wasn’t more upset by what her husband had just said. Apparently he, too, was aware that there was little chance to salvage their marriage. ‘I don’t know. I guess I’ll get myself a room. I'm old enough to be your mother. I'm 53 years old. I'm sure you can get someone younger.' I was slightly flattered. He was nice looking and polite. Suddenly the boys room smell wasn't so bad.I could feel a flutter in my stomach and my brain started working overtime. In my head I was thinking. 'I should walk out of here now and forget this.' I thought. Then another part of my brain said 'You've got about 2 hours until his mother gets back. You could make his fantasies come true right here right. He stared so intently that I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the holes he burnt into me! I couldnt HIDE anything. He saw the pleasure, the sweat, the violation. Everything was in full view. If I shook my head or tried to wiggle away he would drag me back and fuck me harder. He was the rapist and I was the victim but it all felt so fucking good. I did not want him to know how wet I got from just trying to fight him off me. I just didnt want him to know that I liked it-that I liked being.