1. The Legacy, Chapter 3: Echoes


    Date: 3/29/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 24, Source: LushStories

    the birthing classes along with her and Robert – often alone with Beth, as Robert was gone when some of them were held. When the time came, with Robert away in Copenhagen and unable to make it back in time, Henry had taken her to the hospital and stepped in as her coach and support in the delivery room. He’d been present at the births of two of his own three sons, so it was not an entirely new experience for him. Once again, though, he was left in awe by the sheer wonder of the moment, the astonishing ability of a woman to nurture and grow that new life inside of her body and then to endure the pain of bringing that life into the world. He cried tears of joy with her as he held her, and silently breathed a prayer of thanks and a sigh of relief when the eight-pound, pale pink, blue-eyed baby with his wispy blond hair made his appearance and was laid on her stomach. Beth and Robert named their son Robert - junior, after his dad, although he’d go by ‘Robby’ for many years to avoid confusion. It was more difficult for Robert to leave home now, with his beautiful wife and infant son there, but his work demanded it, and he loved flying almost as much as he loved his family. In addition, he had the comfort of knowing that Henry was there to help look after them as needed. Henry and Beth continued to have sex, to make love, throughout her pregnancy and after; not often, not like a couple of randy teenagers, but sometimes, when they needed the warmth and intimacy of each other. ...
    Their friendship, always close, grew into something more, a tight and tender bond built on that intimacy and trust, as well as on a lifetime of love, closeness, and shared experience. They did have the genetic testing done, eventually, as they’d talked about the night of the storm; while the results didn’t establish a firm match, the analysis gave them over an eight-five percent likelihood of a common ancestry, within the last several generations. In addition, Henry had found some additional writings that seemed to make it very clear that their ancestors, in the late 1800’s, had mingled their bloodlines during the course of an ongoing relationship. He and Beth were very excited about it; Robert simply looked on, bemused, not understanding what seemed to be yet another of those “Southern things.” She was still Robert’s woman and his wife, of course, and she loved him deeply; when he was at home Henry and Beth were very careful to be simply the dear friends they’d always been. If Robert noticed anything different between the two of them, he never mentioned it – with one exception; he did ask her when and why Henry had stopped calling her “Miss Elizabeth” and begun to use simply “Beth”. She’d laughed and said that maybe all of her years of badgering him about it had finally had an effect, knowing that the real reason was their hidden intimacy, their secret affair. After that first stormy night – and her final admonishment on the front porch – Henry had never once slipped and called ...
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