Five weeks after Alicia’s birth Sharon and I resumed our sexual relationship and seven weeks after Alicia’s birth we were fucking like a pair of bonobos whenever we were home and Alicia didn’t need our attention. Sharon got back to her pre-pregnancy body in six months, got a new job, and was never anything but loving toward me. It wasn’t until Alicia was two years old before Sharon wanted to have a talk.
After Alicia’s second birthday party and all of the friends and relatives had left, and Alicia fell asleep with one of her new toys in her hands she was so wiped out, Sharon snuggled up to me on our living room couch with some papers in her hands.
Fixing a laser-like gaze on me she said “Carson, some women say that they would kill for their man, but it’s just an expression. In your case you KNOW that I’d kill for you. Over the last two years you’ve had absolutely no reason to doubt that I love you with all my heart and my cheating will never be repeated. I want another kid and I want to be married when I have him or her; this is what I propose.” She then handed me the two page document in her fist, but didn’t get off my lap.
As I read over the document she surreptitiously removed her bra without taking off her top — I don’t really understand how women can do that. Then when I looked up after finishing the second page she took off her top and pushed one of her tits into my mouth. “What say that you agree to the prenup I’ve just proposed and then fuck my Grand Tetons?”
An hour later after I had deposited what seemed like a liter of cum on her tits and chest — and then deposited another load in her pussy — we signed the prenup and made arrangements to get married by a Justice of The Peace at a local courthouse with only Alicia in attendance.
Six years, two more kids, a dog, a cat, and a new house later I’ve never regretted it.