Emily’s Story

Chapter 1

Emily rolled her eyes discreetly as several women behind her giggled when Ulysses entered the room. She was one of 20 women, in varying degrees of pregnancy, enrolled in a yoga class. It was a special yoga class designed for pregnant women. Emily's older sister, Christine, suggested she try it out. The exercises and poses were easy on the joints and easy to do. After several weeks, Emily noticed a significant improvement with her mobility and strength. This helped out tremendously as her pregnant belly got bigger and bigger.

She was five months pregnant and this time around, she had fewer problems walking, standing, bathing, or taking care of her four other children – all under the age of 12. Emily married her high school sweetheart at age 22 upon discovering she was pregnant. Ten years later she found herself a 32 year old house wife with her fifth and sixth child on the way. It was her first time carrying twins.

Emily blushed when Ulysses made eye contact with her. Though she suspected it was an accident. He always smiled and glanced around the room when he arrived. She looked down to her large belly, placing her hands on its side. She told herself she was happy. She thought about Randy, her husband, and how lucky she was to be a mother of four – soon to be six. Sitting on her designated mat, she sighed, telling herself again she was happy.

The women behind her giggled again, continuing to whisper amongst themselves. They always made a point to talk to Ulysses, the assistant instructor, after class. He was always polite to them, letting them flirt and ramble on about anything they could come up with as an excuse to chat with him. Ulysses always flashed Emily a nod and soft smile as she left, making eye contact, ignoring the chattering pregnant women for a split second.

Waiting for the instructor, Devin, to arrive, Emily pushed thoughts of Ulysses out of her head. Several times lately she caught herself daydreaming about him. He was black, had a long ponytail of braids, and was all muscle. Emily overheard some of the ladies in the class talk about how they heard he was a fitness model that he did this yoga class on the side. She didn't know if that was true, but the perfectly toned body he possessed certainly looked like that of a fitness model. She couldn't help but get flushed when he was near her, helping some of the other women with poses that Devin called out. There was one time he helped her. His touch was so soft and gentle. She could feel warmth radiating from his large black hand on her back. Emily thought about faking difficulty with certain poses in order to gain his assistance, but she quickly squashed that thought. She reminded herself how happy she was with her husband Randy.

Devin arrived a few minutes after Ulysses. She was his height, 5'10", she had beautiful blonde hair, and Emily guessed was probably in her late 30s. She had a body that also suggested she has never had children, but Emily had no way of knowing. Devin was sweet, but was all business and very professional. As a result, she didn't seem all that approachable, unlike Ulysses. He was basically trapped for 30 minutes after the class was over, chatting with different students. Emily never talked to him though. Reminding herself that she was a happily married woman, she only nodded and smiled as she left class immediately as it ended.

Today in yoga turned out to be a special day. Emily legitimately needed assistance with a certain pose Devin instructed the class on. Ulysses was right there as soon as she raised her hand. The pose was a bridge pose, where the ladies would lie on the mat, then propel their bodies upward, holding themselves up by their hands and feet only. It worked the back, glutes, legs and arms. She had trouble with rotating her wrist. He whispered quiet instructions and encouragement while placing his warm hand on the back of her arm. He smiled softly and Emily attempted to not blush.

When the class ended, the usual crowd of women flocked to Ulysses for their usual flirts. Today was special for another reason. Ulysses politely excused himself from the group and made his way to Emily.

"Hi, you ok?" He asked.

"Oh, um, yes. My forearm was giving a little trouble, but I'm fine," Emily answered, pushing her long brown hair behind an ear.

"Good. Takes some practice at first, but you've been doing so well in here, that you should have it by next class session," Ulysses complimented.

"Thank you," Emily blushed again, glancing to the group of ladies, watching them leave.

"Is this your first?" Ulysses asked, glancing down to her belly.

"Oh, no, I'm pregnant with twins. I already have four children," Emily answered, shyly looking down.

"Wow, that's incredible! Emily, right?" Ulysses asked.

"Yes and thank you," she replied.

There was an awkward silence for a moment then Ulysses spoke up, "Well I think that's fantastic. As you have probably guessed, I'm unable to get pregnant, so I think women are incredibly strong to go through pregnancy once. This is your fifth time!"

Emily laughed, "Thanks. Yeah I could tell right away you didn't appear to be female," they both chuckled at her sub-par attempt at humor.

At that moment Devin came over. The tall gorgeous blonde smiled at Emily and Ulysses. They chatted about yoga's benefits for both pregnant and non-pregnant people – she was always professional. Again, since this was a very special day and Devin did something out of the ordinary.

"Ulysses, why don't you give her your number, in case she has any questions or needs to get in touch with me but can't," Devin suggested, catching both Emily and Ulysses off guard.

Turning to smile at Emily, Ulysses said, "Oh, uh, sure. I know you have Devin's right? So yeah, just take mine to and call me if you can't get her or whatever," He handed Emily his card.

Ulysses escorted Emily to her car. They waved goodbye to Devin when she walked toward hers. They were mostly quiet, only asking each other a few basic questions such as: how far do each other live from the gym, how long had he been involved in yoga, and basic biographical information. Emily surmised he was in his late 20s and that he lived not far from the gym in a new apartment complex.

"Ok, well it was great talking to you. I have to get going and I'll see you at the next class. Call me if you need anything!" Ulysses said, heading toward his car. Emily smiled again, averting her eyes from his large muscular buttocks, getting into her car and thinking about Randy. She wondered how his day was on the construction site and reminded herself how happy she was.

Chapter 2

The rest of the week was another loud, headache inducing, annoyance for Emily. The kids took forever to settle down, her husband had to work late a few times leaving her alone to deal with dinner, and she got hardly any sleep – a pretty standard week for her.

She thought about Ulysses a few times, but quickly occupied herself with something else. Her three year old knocked over a carton of milk her six year forgot to put back in the refrigerator. This shook her out of any daydreaming she may have been doing.

During the next class Emily didn't need any assistance. A few of the other women did. Emily didn't question the legitimacy of their needs, instead quietly watching Ulysses with them. He was so gentle with the way he talked to and touched them. She couldn't help but look on admiringly. She wondered if Randy would ever touch her like that.

After class, Ulysses excused himself again from the same group of women. "You didn't need help today. See? Told you that you'd get the hang of the new poses quickly."

"Yeah, you're right," Emily blushed.

They shared smiles for a moment; it was obvious the other was trying to think of something to say. Luckily Devin saved the day when she ushered them out to lock up and turn off the lights. Devin asked Emily about her diet as they walked. She was almost like a doctor in her approach. Emily informed her she didn't get a lot of time to eat due to having to pick up kids from daycare and care for them the second half of the day. Breakfast and a light lunch was all she had time for it seemed.

"Ulysses, didn't you say a new place opened up near you? Some sort of vegan place right?" Devin asked.

"Oh yeah. I haven't been there yet."

"You should take Emily for lunch. Pregnant women need to make sure they are getting enough calories. Eating for two you know," Devin smiled at Emily.

"Sure, yeah, that'd be cool. Emily, would you want to go there? I'm not a vegan, but I read they serve a lot of 'super foods'."

"Yeah I can do that. I don't have to pick up any kids until 2pm." She blurted out without hesitation.

"Great, want to ride with me?" Ulysses asked.

"Sure," she said, a little too enthusiastically.

The conversation was surprisingly not awkward in the least. Emily told him about Randy. They were high school sweethearts that eventually married when she was 22. She explained that he's a construction worker and she's a stay-at-home mom. This has been their life for 10 years now.

Emily asked Ulysses about his life over her salad. "So do you teach other classes?"

"Oh no, I just do this part time," Ulysses explained.

"Oh. So what else do you do?"

"Um, well, I'd rather not say," Ulysses smiled, indicating he was joking.

"Why not?" Emily smiled back.

Ulysses feigned frustration and sighed, "I don't like telling people I'm a fitness model, or a model, period. It sounds so obnoxious!"

Emily laughed, "Well think of another way of putting it then." The rumor of his other profession was true.

"I could say that I stand around and let people take photos of me. That sounds a little less arrogant, right?" Ulysses asked.

"Yes! That's perfect!" Emily beamed.

"I started at 18, after high school, and have been traveling to Miami, LA, and a couple other places for various jobs. I work for an agency that manages that sort of thing. They send the models to various jobs for advertisements, magazines, and so on."

"It sounds exciting."

"It can be. I like to travel, so that's always nice. But that's my life in a nutshell," Ulysses smiled across to Emily.

"I better get going," Emily frowned, noticing the time. "Have to round up the kids."

"I gotcha, well let's head out." He said, discreetly paying the check. Emily smiled to herself noticing his generous nature.

Emily blushed again when Ulysses gave her a brief hug upon dropping her off at her car. "Thanks for lunch," she said, feeling her belly press up against his toned body.

"Thank you for the company, maybe we can again sometime," Ulysses suggested.

"I'd love that. See you at next class," Emily smiled and waved, getting into her car.

That night she had trouble getting to sleep again. She knew one of the kids would wake up to use the bathroom or try to get in the bed with her and Randy. He was sound asleep, snoring softly next to her. Emily lay there in the dark, wide awake and uncomfortable, with Ulysses kindness and after lunch hug running through her head.

Chapter 3

The January cold lessened its hostile assault by the time February arrived. However, there was one ice storm later in the month that prevented Emily from going to yoga. She had a reason to call Ulysses.

"Hi! It's Emily." She said to Ulysses after he picked up on the first ring.

"Hey Emily, hope you are staying warm," He replied.

"Yeah I'm trying to, but that's why I called. I don't think I should be out in this ice."

"Definitely not, I'd hate if something happened to you. I don't think the gym is even open anyway."

"Oh ok, great. Well I mean, not great, because I miss out on yoga, but you know what I mean."

Ulysses chuckled, "Yes, it's all good. Hey next time I'll take you out to lunch again after class, how's that?"

"Aww, that'd be wonderful. That's really sweet of you," Emily said.

"It's no problem!"

"Ok great, I'll look forward to it," Emily was starting to get distracted by her oldest child wrestling with the next one down. "Ugh, I better go, looks these iced in natives are getting restless."

"I understand," Ulysses chuckled, "I'll see you at next class."

Emily couldn't help but smile for the next several hours after their phone call ended. Her husband opted to go into work today, so it was another evening she was alone with the kids. Two fights had to be separated, three bouts of hysterical breakdowns over missing or taken toys, and the three year old shat all over themselves. Randy called at 8pm saying he was still stuck in traffic. Emily hung up the phone, barely evening saying goodbye. Another hour and a half, the house was finally quiet, and she was still alone.

Sitting up in her bed, propped up against pillows, Emily grabbed the moisturizing lotion from her bedside table. It was a nice vanilla scent. Pulling up her shirt to just below her breasts, she squirted some into her hands and began to rub all over her belly. Sitting there in a low lit room, her hands traveling all over the beach ball belly, she thought of Ulysses. She wondered what he was doing to keep warm. His relationship status hadn't come up yet and she assumed he wasn't seeing anyone since he never brought it up.

It was purely coincidental that her hand traveled far south enough to accidently slide into her sweatpants and caress her pubic bush when the image of Ulysses on top of a woman popped into her head. She tried to shake the image, but couldn't. With one hand on her belly, the other slid into her sweat pants again, going even further south. The woman's legs wrapped around him, causing his toned glutes to flex and further impale his cock into her.

Minutes of teasing herself passed. Before she knew it the woman looked exactly like her. She wasn't pregnant, her stomach was toned and flat and her breasts were a couple cup sizes larger than they were in real life. Emily moaned and before she realized it she was sitting there in bed, furiously rubbing her clit to images of Ulysses and her having sex.

"Yessss," she hissed, alone in her room. She felt her pussy contract and the babies kick. She placed her hand on spot the kick occurred.

"You two are awake now?" She asked the twins in an out-of-breath whisper. It was the first orgasm she'd had in about a year.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," She apologized to the unborn babies as she caught her breath. Thoughts of Ulysses faded and were replaced with Randy. She put the moisturizing lotion back on the table. Turning to her side, she thought about Randy huffing and puffing and cumming inside her within minutes, knocking her up. She felt she'd been pregnant for a decade. Pushing thoughts of sadness and frustration of her head she told herself she was happy.

Chapter 4

Emily and Ulysses had lunch together after the next several class sessions. When Emily was hanging out with Ulysses she forgot about the late bills, the small, messy house, the constant crying or whining from her children, the lack of quality sleep and the lack of a quality sex life with Randy.

Each lunch ended with a hug that seemed a tad longer than the previous one. He rested his hand on the small of her back and continued chatting for a moment at the end of their last lunch date. Emily asked herself if it was a lunch "date," or just two friends eating lunch together. He did pay for all lunches; much against Emily's begging to pay for at least one lunch.

She masturbated a few more times to his image, but it wasn't as good as her first session. She would hide in the bathroom and rub herself on the toilet or perhaps in the shower. They were enjoyable, yes, but not as good as being alone in her bed, rubbing herself to orgasm. She usually went to bed with guilt and told herself it would be the last time she did that. It never was.

Valentine's Day was approaching and Emily thought up another reason to call Ulysses. She would wish him a friendly happy Valentine's Day. She didn't know what would come of it, but didn't care. She reasoned it was a friendly thing to do.

Emily picked up her cell phone after the older kids were watching a movie and the youngest was taking a nap – finally. She wouldn't see Ulysses for another two days until yoga class and didn't know if he'd answer. She thought for a second he might be on a real date with a lucky lady that night. She smiled, thinking she wouldn't mind going to dinner with him for Valentine's Day, then dialed his number.

The hot steam from the shower rose, enveloping Ulysses and Devin. They were kissing, their tongues whirling around each other's, groping and grabbing at each other's flesh.

"I'm sorry you're having a bit of a dry spell," Devin said to Ulysses when he reached down to bring one of her breasts to his mouth.

"It's ok, you're taking care of me," He said, releasing a nipple. He grabbed her butt as she slowly stroked his cock. He bent at that knees slightly and Devin guided him in. Ulysses kissed at her neck, while driving his cock deep inside her. Her eyes closed, she moaned, as the steam rose.

Emily didn't leave a voicemail. She didn't have time to if she wanted to. One of the kids was throwing something and she needed to go the living room before a window was broken. She sighed, dreading the thought of have to sit through one of their kiddie movies yet again.

"Looks like Emily called me," Ulysses said, inspecting his phone later that day, standing nude next to his bed. Devin came up behind him, running her fingers over his six pack abs.

"Call her back," She kissed his shoulder.

"Yeah, I will," He said, dialing her number, sitting on the edge of his bed. Devin went to her knees, grabbing his cock at the base, licking and kissing along its length.

"Hi Emily! Sorry I missed your call. What's up?" Ulysses said.

"Hey! It's ok, hold on a sec," Emily got up and headed to bathroom where it was a little quieter. "There. Anyway just wanted to wish you a happy Valentine's Day."

"Aww, that's sweet of you. Happy Valentine's Day to you too."

"Ask her out to dinner," Devin suggested, momentarily taking Ulysses' cock out of her mouth. He shot her a look, shaking his head, mouthing, "she's married."

"You got any special plans?" He asked.

"Oh, no, not really. You?" Emily asked awkwardly in return.

Devin shrugged and whispered, "So?" She kissed the tip of his cock and resumed sucking and slurping on that black dick.

There was a brief pause, "Well, uh, I was thinking we could get something to eat. Doesn't have to be on Valentine's Day, maybe this weekend. Saturday night?"

"Yes! I mean, sure, yeah that'd be cool." Emily blurted out, chastising herself for her over enthusiasm.

"Ok great, want me to pick you up, or we can meet there?"

Emily thought for a moment, the lies formulating in her head. "I can meet you at the gym parking lot, is that ok?"

"Sure, it's not a problem," Ulysses said, wincing from the cocksucking pleasure he was receiving. "Is 6pm ok?"

"Yes that's great, I'll meet you there." They ended their phone call. Ulysses stood, followed by Devin; she turned around, offering herself to him. He pushed her on all fours on the bed and mounted her.

Emily hung up and frowned when she heard a child yell at another. Rolling her eyes she fought back anger and resisted the urge of screaming like a crazy-person.

That night, while her husband snored softly, Emily sat in the bathtub slowly rubbing her clit while pinching a nipple; thinking of Ulysses.

Chapter 5

"I'm going to have dinner with a friend from yoga," was the half-truth Emily told her husband. He sighed, shaking his head, knowing he'd have to deal with the children for awhile by himself. Emily felt zero sympathy for him.

Ulysses was already at the gym's parking lot waiting for her. They greeted each other with a hug and then got into his car. The restaurant wasn't anything fancy. It wasn't a romantic date spot, with lit candles, and string quartet playing in the corner. It was a chain restaurant but that didn't matter. Emily and Ulysses laughed and chatted their way through dinner, with her forgetting about her problems. He told her of funny stories of his high school sports follies. She told him about her five other sisters. The one that suggested yoga is currently in Iraq, but should be home soon. That led to questions she hadn't asked before.