Dr. Hammond

This story is very strange, and many will not believe it, but it is still true.I am 24 years old. I live in rural Tennessee, with my husband of two years.We had not planned on having children, at least for a few years. Actually it was not a very happy marriage, because my husband turned out to be a lot more controlling than I could ever have imagined. But he could be quite nice at times, too, and it was during one of those moments that I let him have sex with me without a condom, and sure enough, I got pregnant. We did have an elderly woman family doctor, but when I visited her the first time I thought I might be pregnant, she suggested that it might be better to go to the new, young gynecologist in town — Dr. Hammond (not his real name. She had referred several other patients to him,she said, and he seemed very nice and very caring. So, I took her advice, and visited his office the next week.I was pleasantly surprised to find that he was probably around 30, strikingly handsome, with a very nice, friendly personality. I was kind of shy, of course, having this good looking guy examining the most intimate parts of my body, but he put me completely at ease, and after a few minutes, I found myself actually enjoying his touching and probing. On my second visit there, I found that he was even more friendly than on our first visit, and he suggested that rather than call him Dr. Hammond, I could just call him Tom. I didn’t feel right about it at first, and told him so, but he insisted that in a small town like ours, people could be more informal. So I began to call him Tom. And I enjoyed my monthly visits to his office. On the 4th visit, after the examination was through,and I was walking out of his office, I found myself mysteriously drawn to him and I reached up, and kissed him on the mouth.As I did this, he didn’t resist at all, but grasped me around the waist with his arms and drew me up against himself, and kissed me back very passionately. Believe it or not, we ended up having sex against the exam table that afternoon. My God, could he fuck! I had never experienced anything like that in my whole life, from my husband, or any other guy I had dated. After we were finished, he sort of apologized and said it felt great, but that it was very unprofessional and even unethical for him to have sex with one of his patients. I agreed, but told him I really had enjoyed it immensely. I did continue to see him professionally, throughout the nine months, and eespite our meager efforts to keep our hands off each other during those visits, we continued to have sex. He assured me that there was no problem with having sex during a pregnancy, and in checking this out on the Internet, I found it to be absolutely true, so long as the pregnancy was normal and presented no complications. One time he came to our house, telling me he had taken the day off, and we got naked in my bed and has sex there. I never had more satisfying orgasms than with Dr. Tom. On another occasion, we found a motel on the outskirts of town, and fucked our brains out there. I convinced myself that I was falling in love with him — even though I knew he was married (I had seen the wedding ring on his hand). During these sexual encounters, he would tell me all sorts of nice things about myself — how beautiful I was, what a wonderful body I had, what an enchanting smile I had, etc. Several times, as I grew bigger, he would kiss my enlarged abdomen, tenderly, and tell me what a wonderful Mother I was going to be. Well, we fucked almost up until the time of my delivery. The week before we had had wonderful sex together in bed at his house. Where his wife was that day, I do not know. I never asked, I just loved having his penis inside me. And all those months I was telling my poor husband that he could not have sex with me while I was pregnant. He kept asking me why, and I’d make up some sort of excuse. The baby was born in June of this year. It was a little girl She’s very cute. My husband, Joe, was in the delivery room, and of course Dr. Tom assisted with the delivery. I’m home now and haven’t seen Dr. Tom for a follow up appointment yet. I’m scheduled to see him next week, and I’m beginning to wonder what will happen.I’m not in a position to leave my husband, and actually don’t want to do so, but I love the sex with Dr. Tom.I know it’s wrong, but I’m not sure I can do without it.

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