This is my first series: Please rate well if you want more, and comments are welcome. There are two additional stories part 2 and 3. If we get more good reviews I will write part 4.
As Sarah and Michael settled into their vacation at the Montego Bay VWD Clinic at Hotel New Horizons, Sarah's mind began to wander. Despite her love for Michael, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing in their relationship. There was an unfulfillment that she couldn't quite put her finger on, and it was beginning to weigh on her.
Sarah was a woman who exuded confidence and grace in everything she did. At 38 years old, she had a body that could make heads turn; she had long, toned legs and a slender waist that was accentuated by the curves of her hips. Her skin was smooth and radiant, with a healthy glow that came from years of taking care of herself.
As a ballet instructor, Sarah was used to moving with a fluidity and grace that was mesmerizing to watch. She held herself with poise and elegance, making her movements precise and controlled. Her long, dark hair fell in soft waves down her back, framing her delicate features and giving her a mysterious and intriguing look.
Sarah's eyes were a deep, sparkling brown, with a warmth and kindness that drew people to her. Her lips were full and soft, and when she smiled, it was as if the sun had come out from behind a cloud. She was a woman who radiated beauty and confidence, and when she walked into a room, she commanded attention without even trying.
But it wasn't just her physical beauty that made Sarah so special. It was the way she carried herself with an air of kindness and compassion that made people feel at ease in her presence. She had a way of listening to others with genuine interest and concern and was always ready with a comforting embrace or words of encouragement. Sarah was a rare gem in a world that often felt dark and cold, and Michael felt grateful every day to have her in his life.
Michael was a 43-year-old man of average height, standing at only 5'8". His body had a slightly pudgy belly that hinted at his love for comfort food, but his broad shoulders and muscular arms spoke of a man who had once been in good shape. With a little effort, he could easily get back in shape and look like the athletic man he once was.
One thing that made Michael stand out was his soft, almost feminine features. His large, doe-like eyes and delicate features gave him an almost angelic quality. His full lips were always curled in a gentle smile, and his hair, which he kept in a short, simple style, had a soft, almost silky texture.
Sarah had always been interested in exploring her sexuality, but she had never felt comfortable discussing it with Michael. She loved him deeply, but she wasn't feeling physically fulfilled. She wanted more than what their relationship was currently offering, and she felt guilty for it.
The idea of an open relationship had been on her mind for a while, and the freedom of the tropical island paradise they had come to seemed to be the perfect opportunity to broach the topic with Michael. She knew it was a sensitive topic, but she couldn't keep it bottled up any longer. She craved something more than what Michael could provide, and she wanted to see other people, explore her desires, and see where they might take her.
Even though she was worried, Sarah stayed hopeful that Michael would agree with her idea of an open relationship. She knew that it wouldn't be easy, but she hoped that he would be open to exploring their desires together. She also hoped that being on vacation and away from the stresses of their everyday lives would make the conversation easier.
As they lounged on the beach, sipping tropical drinks and soaking up the sun, Sarah began to gather the courage to bring up the idea of an open relationship with Michael. She knew that it was a sensitive topic and that it could change their relationship forever, but she also knew that she couldn't keep her desires bottled up any longer. She hoped that Michael would understand and support her and that they could explore their desires together.
Sarah took a deep breath and turned to Michael, her heart racing. "Michael, we need to talk."
Michael looked up from his book and put it down, sensing the seriousness in Sarah's tone. "Sure, what's on your mind?"
"I love you, Michael. You know that right?" she said.
"Of course, I do, Sarah. I love you too," he said curiously.
Sarah took another deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. "But I feel like something is missing in our relationship. I'm not feeling fulfilled, and I think it's time we addressed it."
Michael looked at her, his expression was curious. "What do you mean? Is there something specific that you're feeling is missing?"
Sarah took a moment to gather her thoughts. "It's hard to put into words, but I feel like there's a physical and emotional connection that I'm not getting from you. I want to explore my desires, to see where they might take me."
Michael looked at her, his face registering shock and surprise. "What are you saying, Sarah? Are you saying you want to see other people?"
Sarah shook her head. "No, that's not what I'm saying. I want to maintain our love and commitment to each other, but I also want to explore my desires. I want to see where they might take me, and I want you to be okay with it."
Michael took a deep breath, trying to process what Sarah was saying. "I'm not sure I understand, Sarah. How do you want to explore your desires?"
"I want an open relationship, Michael. I want to see other people, but I also want to maintain our love and connection with each other. "I'll also expect you to be monogamous with me."
Michael was stunned. He didn't know how to respond. But as he looked into Sarah's eyes, he knew he couldn't say no to her. "So you want to see other people, but you don't want me to do the same?" he asked incredulously.
Sarah took a deep breath. "Yes, I know it sounds unfair, but it's the only way I can see us making it work. You aren't mature enough. You should not be allowed to see other people, you aren't fixed I don't want to raise some bitches kid. I need to explore my desires, and I need your love and support to do that."
Michael's brow furrowed. "But what about our ******** Jane?" he asked. "What will happen to her if we do this?"
Sarah smiled softly. "Jane will be fine. She's a smart, independent girl who will understand that her parents are trying to be the best versions of themselves. And don't you want to set an example for her, to show her that it's okay to follow your desires and to be true to yourself?"
Michael's face softened. "Of course I do," he said. "But what if I don't agree to this? Will you leave me?"
Sarah's heart sank at the thought. "I don't want to leave you, Michael. I love you. But I need more than you can provide physically, and I want to be a good example to Jane. I want her to see that it's okay to be a powerful, independent woman who gets what she wants in life. I think you know the answer. You will lose if you make me choose.”
Michael sighed. "Okay," he said, his voice resigned. "I'll agree to the terms. For the sake of our ******, and to be a good example for Jane."
After a few moments of silence, Sarah turned to Michael with fierce determination in her eyes. "Say it, Michael, tell me what our relationship is now!" she said, her voice firm and unwavering.
Michael swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on him. He took a deep breath and looked into Sarah's eyes, his voice barely above a whisper. "Our relationship is open," he said, his words heavy with emotion.
Sarah's face contorted with anger, and she jerked her hand away from Michael's. "That's not what I said," she spat. "I don't want you seeing anyone else, ever. Are we clear? Particularly not while you can knock them up. I don't want you leaving me for some slut."
Michael was taken aback by the intensity of her reaction, and he struggled to find the right words. "But Sarah, you said--"
"I know what I said," she cut him off, her voice shaking with anger. "I want to see other people, but I don't want you to. I don't want to share you with anyone else."
Michael could see the pain and hurt in Sarah's eyes, and he knew that he couldn't argue with her. He took a deep breath and reached out to take her hand once more, his voice filled with contrition. "I'm sorry, Sarah. I didn't mean to upset you. I won't see anyone else, I promise. You're the only one for me."
Sarah looked at Michael for a long moment, studying his face for any sign of insincerity. When she saw only love and devotion in his eyes, she relented, her anger giving way to a sense of relief. "Okay," she said, her voice softening. "Okay, Michael. I trust you. Let's enjoy the rest of our vacation, and then we can figure out the details as we go."
"Don't sulk, you shouldn't be so selfish. This was difficult for me. You should have some gratitude that I don't leave you and your tiny cock." She said.
Michael smiled at her, relieved that they had come to an understanding. "Thank you, Sarah," he said, reaching out to take her hand. "I'll do everything I can to make this work for us."
As they settled back into their beach chairs, Sarah couldn't resist a mischievous grin. "Oh, I almost forgot," she said, reaching into her beach bag. "I got you a present."
Michael's eyes widened in surprise as Sarah produced a small brochure from her bag. "It's a free cosmetic procedure," she said, excitement bubbling in her voice. "I thought it would be a nice surprise for you."
Michael's surprise turned to skepticism as he read the brochure. "I don't know, Sarah," he said, his voice uncertain. "Are you sure this is a good idea? This states that their area of expertise is using cosmetic surgery to aesthetically improve white inferiority.
Sarah frowned at him, her hands on her hips. "Of course, it's a good idea, if anyone needs white boy correction it is you," she said, her voice rising. "It's a gift, Michael. You should be grateful."
Michael's face fell, and he looked away from Sarah, feeling hurt and confused. "I am grateful," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just don't want to do anything that might put me in danger."
Sarah's expression softened as she saw the hurt in Michael's eyes. She sat down next to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Michael," she said, her voice filled with regret. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. It's just that... I want you to feel good about yourself, you know? I want you to feel confident and happy, and I thought this would be a nice way to do that."
Michael looked up at Sarah, a small smile crossing his lips. "I know, Sarah," he said, reaching out to take her hand. "And I appreciate that. But I don't need any cosmetic procedures to feel good about myself. I have you, and that's all I need."
"It's just a little cosmetic procedure that I know you'll love. I got it for free and I thought you might like to try it out, Amy and her husband were here last month, and they did it." Sarah replied with a sly smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Michael still looked hesitant, but Sarah could see the twinkle in his eye that betrayed his curiosity. "Come on, Michael, it'll be a surprise. You're going to love it, if you do this it will go a long way toward the trust I need to let you see other people. I think if you just got some self-esteem and could be physically proud of yourself it could help our relationship. I want you to feel attractive." she said, taking his hand and pulling him in close.
After a moment, Michael finally relented. "Alright, I trust you. But can we at least talk about the details of our open relationship?" he asked, trying to steer the conversation back to the issue at hand.
Sarah smiled and squeezed his hand. "Of course, we can start tomorrow. I'm going to hit up the bar and see if I can find a boyfriend. And you can go and see about your procedure. We'll figure out the rest when we get home, and hopefully, you can eat my cum filled pussy." she said, a mischievous glint in her eye.
As they walked back to their room, the tension between them dissipated. Sarah took Michael's hand, leading him to the outdoor shower that was part of their room's amenities. As the cool water cascaded down over their skin, Sarah looked up into Michael's eyes, her heart racing with anticipation.
"Thank you for understanding, Michael," she whispered. "I know this won't be easy, but I'm excited to see where this might take us."
Michael leaned down, his lips pressing against hers in a tender kiss. "I love you, Sarah," he murmured. "I'll do anything to make you happy. I just want us to be together."
As they retreated to their room, their bodies still damp from the shower, they began to explore each other in a new way. The excitement of the open relationship gave them a new sense of energy and passion that they had been missing for so long.
"Thank you for understanding, Michael," she whispered. "I know this won't be easy, but I'm excited to see where this might take us."
As they retreated to their room, their bodies still damp from the shower, they began to explore each other in a new way. The excitement of the open relationship gave them a new sense of energy and passion that they had been missing for so long.
As they lay together, their limbs entwined, Sarah knew that they were embarking on a new journey. She was grateful to have Michael by her side, supporting her as she explored her desires. And she knew that, with his love and commitment, they could overcome any challenges that lay ahead.
The next morning, Sarah and Michael woke up to the sound of the ocean waves crashing on the shore. Sarah stretched and yawned, feeling excited and nervous about the day ahead. She was determined to find a boyfriend and start her open relationship with Michael.
As Sarah got out of bed and walked to the closet to pick out her outfit, Michael followed her, watching her with a smile on his face. "How about this one?" he asked, holding up a sundress that he knew Sarah loved.
Sarah smiled back at him, grateful for his help. "Perfect," she said, slipping the dress over her head. "Can you help me with my makeup, Michael? I want to look my best today."
Michael nodded, and they spent the next half-hour getting ready together. He watched as Sarah applied her makeup, admiring her beauty and feeling a sense of pride in knowing that she was his as he did her toenails.
As they were getting ready, Sarah couldn't stop talking about her plan to find a boyfriend. She was nervous but excited at the same time, and she knew that Michael was her biggest supporter. "I hope I can find someone who's just right," she said, twirling in front of the mirror. "Someone who can give me everything I need."
Michael smiled and hugged her from behind. "You're going to find someone amazing, Sarah," he said, kissing her on the cheek. "I know it."
As Sarah finished getting ready, she asked Michael to fetch her breakfast from downstairs. "Could you get me some fresh fruit and coffee, please?" she asked, smiling sweetly.
Michael nodded and headed out, feeling happy to be able to help her in any way he could. As he walked down the stairs, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in knowing that he was doing this for her, that he was willing to make sacrifices to make her happy.
When he returned with her breakfast, Sarah was beaming. "Thank you, Michael," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "You're the best."
As they sat down to eat, Sarah couldn't stop talking about her plans for the day. She was excited to explore the town, meet new people, and start her journey toward finding a boyfriend.
Michael listened intently, feeling a sense of admiration for her bravery and her willingness to explore her desires. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, but he was willing to do whatever it took to make her happy, to support her in her journey toward happiness and fulfillment.
Michael noticed Sarah was looking a bit distracted. He reached across the table to take her hand in his. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
Sarah looked up, a small smile crossing her lips. "I'm fine," she said, squeezing his hand. "I'm just a little nervous about going out tonight."
Michael frowned, his brow furrowing. "Why are you nervous?"
Sarah cleared her throat and said, "Michael, I need to tell you something. This is a big one, not something small like last night.
"Wait, last night was something small? I kind of consider it life-changing." He said.
"Me telling you I am going to take other cock is not a big deal, it is just me following my dreams Michael, like pottery or yoga. This is big." She paused.
"I got rid of my birth control." She said softly.
Michael looked up, surprised. "What? Why would you do that? Before your dating?" he asked, his brows furrowed.
"Because I want to be able to start a ****** soon, and I don't want anything to interfere with that," Sarah replied, her voice firm and resolute. "It's my body and my autonomy, and I've decided to have another baby with whomever I find, my dream man. I gave you a beautiful, smart ********. I spent 18 years raising your child, giving you what you wanted. I just turned 38 years old. This is my last chance for another baby. I deserve this."
Michael was taken aback, but he could see the conviction in Sarah's eyes. He took a deep breath and reached for her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. "I understand, Sarah," he said, his voice softening. "But I want to be a part of that decision too. Let's talk more about it when we get home, and figure out the best plan for our ******."
Sarah shook her head. "No, Michael. I intend to start trying to get pregnant tonight. I want to find the right man, and I want to do it now. Jane deserves a sibling, a strong sibling from better genetic stock than you. I want a boy."
Michael's eyes widened in shock. "What? Sarah, that's not fair. Are you saying I am fine for having a ******** with you, but you want to find someone else for a son?"
Sarah nodded, her voice unwavering. "Yes, I do. I want a real man who can give me what I want in life. I want a son to carry on our legacy, and to be a powerful force in the world. To inherit our wealth. And I'm not going to wait for you to be ready, Michael. I'm going to take matters into my own hands."
Michael was speechless, his mind racing with a jumble of emotions. He loved Sarah, and he wanted to give her everything she desired in life. But the idea of her getting pregnant with someone else filled him with a sense of dread and uncertainty. He took a deep breath and squeezed Sarah's hand, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Sarah, I love you. And I want to make you happy. But this is a huge decision, and we need to think it through carefully."
Sarah shook her head, pulling her hand away. "I've thought it through, Michael. And I know what I want. I don't need your permission to do what's best for me, you, or our ******."
With that, she stood up from the table and strode out of the hotel room to find her new baby daddy, leaving Michael alone with his thoughts, the golf channel, and his fears for the future.
As Sarah and Michael settled into their vacation at the Montego Bay VWD Clinic at Hotel New Horizons, Sarah's mind began to wander. Despite her love for Michael, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing in their relationship. There was an unfulfillment that she couldn't quite put her finger on, and it was beginning to weigh on her.
Sarah was a woman who exuded confidence and grace in everything she did. At 38 years old, she had a body that could make heads turn; she had long, toned legs and a slender waist that was accentuated by the curves of her hips. Her skin was smooth and radiant, with a healthy glow that came from years of taking care of herself.
As a ballet instructor, Sarah was used to moving with a fluidity and grace that was mesmerizing to watch. She held herself with poise and elegance, making her movements precise and controlled. Her long, dark hair fell in soft waves down her back, framing her delicate features and giving her a mysterious and intriguing look.
Sarah's eyes were a deep, sparkling brown, with a warmth and kindness that drew people to her. Her lips were full and soft, and when she smiled, it was as if the sun had come out from behind a cloud. She was a woman who radiated beauty and confidence, and when she walked into a room, she commanded attention without even trying.
But it wasn't just her physical beauty that made Sarah so special. It was the way she carried herself with an air of kindness and compassion that made people feel at ease in her presence. She had a way of listening to others with genuine interest and concern and was always ready with a comforting embrace or words of encouragement. Sarah was a rare gem in a world that often felt dark and cold, and Michael felt grateful every day to have her in his life.
Michael was a 43-year-old man of average height, standing at only 5'8". His body had a slightly pudgy belly that hinted at his love for comfort food, but his broad shoulders and muscular arms spoke of a man who had once been in good shape. With a little effort, he could easily get back in shape and look like the athletic man he once was.
One thing that made Michael stand out was his soft, almost feminine features. His large, doe-like eyes and delicate features gave him an almost angelic quality. His full lips were always curled in a gentle smile, and his hair, which he kept in a short, simple style, had a soft, almost silky texture.
Sarah had always been interested in exploring her sexuality, but she had never felt comfortable discussing it with Michael. She loved him deeply, but she wasn't feeling physically fulfilled. She wanted more than what their relationship was currently offering, and she felt guilty for it.
The idea of an open relationship had been on her mind for a while, and the freedom of the tropical island paradise they had come to seemed to be the perfect opportunity to broach the topic with Michael. She knew it was a sensitive topic, but she couldn't keep it bottled up any longer. She craved something more than what Michael could provide, and she wanted to see other people, explore her desires, and see where they might take her.
Even though she was worried, Sarah stayed hopeful that Michael would agree with her idea of an open relationship. She knew that it wouldn't be easy, but she hoped that he would be open to exploring their desires together. She also hoped that being on vacation and away from the stresses of their everyday lives would make the conversation easier.
As they lounged on the beach, sipping tropical drinks and soaking up the sun, Sarah began to gather the courage to bring up the idea of an open relationship with Michael. She knew that it was a sensitive topic and that it could change their relationship forever, but she also knew that she couldn't keep her desires bottled up any longer. She hoped that Michael would understand and support her and that they could explore their desires together.
Sarah took a deep breath and turned to Michael, her heart racing. "Michael, we need to talk."
Michael looked up from his book and put it down, sensing the seriousness in Sarah's tone. "Sure, what's on your mind?"
"I love you, Michael. You know that right?" she said.
"Of course, I do, Sarah. I love you too," he said curiously.
Sarah took another deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. "But I feel like something is missing in our relationship. I'm not feeling fulfilled, and I think it's time we addressed it."
Michael looked at her, his expression was curious. "What do you mean? Is there something specific that you're feeling is missing?"
Sarah took a moment to gather her thoughts. "It's hard to put into words, but I feel like there's a physical and emotional connection that I'm not getting from you. I want to explore my desires, to see where they might take me."
Michael looked at her, his face registering shock and surprise. "What are you saying, Sarah? Are you saying you want to see other people?"
Sarah shook her head. "No, that's not what I'm saying. I want to maintain our love and commitment to each other, but I also want to explore my desires. I want to see where they might take me, and I want you to be okay with it."
Michael took a deep breath, trying to process what Sarah was saying. "I'm not sure I understand, Sarah. How do you want to explore your desires?"
"I want an open relationship, Michael. I want to see other people, but I also want to maintain our love and connection with each other. "I'll also expect you to be monogamous with me."
Michael was stunned. He didn't know how to respond. But as he looked into Sarah's eyes, he knew he couldn't say no to her. "So you want to see other people, but you don't want me to do the same?" he asked incredulously.
Sarah took a deep breath. "Yes, I know it sounds unfair, but it's the only way I can see us making it work. You aren't mature enough. You should not be allowed to see other people, you aren't fixed I don't want to raise some bitches kid. I need to explore my desires, and I need your love and support to do that."
Michael's brow furrowed. "But what about our ******** Jane?" he asked. "What will happen to her if we do this?"
Sarah smiled softly. "Jane will be fine. She's a smart, independent girl who will understand that her parents are trying to be the best versions of themselves. And don't you want to set an example for her, to show her that it's okay to follow your desires and to be true to yourself?"
Michael's face softened. "Of course I do," he said. "But what if I don't agree to this? Will you leave me?"
Sarah's heart sank at the thought. "I don't want to leave you, Michael. I love you. But I need more than you can provide physically, and I want to be a good example to Jane. I want her to see that it's okay to be a powerful, independent woman who gets what she wants in life. I think you know the answer. You will lose if you make me choose.”
Michael sighed. "Okay," he said, his voice resigned. "I'll agree to the terms. For the sake of our ******, and to be a good example for Jane."
After a few moments of silence, Sarah turned to Michael with fierce determination in her eyes. "Say it, Michael, tell me what our relationship is now!" she said, her voice firm and unwavering.
Michael swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on him. He took a deep breath and looked into Sarah's eyes, his voice barely above a whisper. "Our relationship is open," he said, his words heavy with emotion.
Sarah's face contorted with anger, and she jerked her hand away from Michael's. "That's not what I said," she spat. "I don't want you seeing anyone else, ever. Are we clear? Particularly not while you can knock them up. I don't want you leaving me for some slut."
Michael was taken aback by the intensity of her reaction, and he struggled to find the right words. "But Sarah, you said--"
"I know what I said," she cut him off, her voice shaking with anger. "I want to see other people, but I don't want you to. I don't want to share you with anyone else."
Michael could see the pain and hurt in Sarah's eyes, and he knew that he couldn't argue with her. He took a deep breath and reached out to take her hand once more, his voice filled with contrition. "I'm sorry, Sarah. I didn't mean to upset you. I won't see anyone else, I promise. You're the only one for me."
Sarah looked at Michael for a long moment, studying his face for any sign of insincerity. When she saw only love and devotion in his eyes, she relented, her anger giving way to a sense of relief. "Okay," she said, her voice softening. "Okay, Michael. I trust you. Let's enjoy the rest of our vacation, and then we can figure out the details as we go."
"Don't sulk, you shouldn't be so selfish. This was difficult for me. You should have some gratitude that I don't leave you and your tiny cock." She said.
Michael smiled at her, relieved that they had come to an understanding. "Thank you, Sarah," he said, reaching out to take her hand. "I'll do everything I can to make this work for us."
As they settled back into their beach chairs, Sarah couldn't resist a mischievous grin. "Oh, I almost forgot," she said, reaching into her beach bag. "I got you a present."
Michael's eyes widened in surprise as Sarah produced a small brochure from her bag. "It's a free cosmetic procedure," she said, excitement bubbling in her voice. "I thought it would be a nice surprise for you."
Michael's surprise turned to skepticism as he read the brochure. "I don't know, Sarah," he said, his voice uncertain. "Are you sure this is a good idea? This states that their area of expertise is using cosmetic surgery to aesthetically improve white inferiority.
Sarah frowned at him, her hands on her hips. "Of course, it's a good idea, if anyone needs white boy correction it is you," she said, her voice rising. "It's a gift, Michael. You should be grateful."
Michael's face fell, and he looked away from Sarah, feeling hurt and confused. "I am grateful," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just don't want to do anything that might put me in danger."
Sarah's expression softened as she saw the hurt in Michael's eyes. She sat down next to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Michael," she said, her voice filled with regret. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. It's just that... I want you to feel good about yourself, you know? I want you to feel confident and happy, and I thought this would be a nice way to do that."
Michael looked up at Sarah, a small smile crossing his lips. "I know, Sarah," he said, reaching out to take her hand. "And I appreciate that. But I don't need any cosmetic procedures to feel good about myself. I have you, and that's all I need."
"It's just a little cosmetic procedure that I know you'll love. I got it for free and I thought you might like to try it out, Amy and her husband were here last month, and they did it." Sarah replied with a sly smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Michael still looked hesitant, but Sarah could see the twinkle in his eye that betrayed his curiosity. "Come on, Michael, it'll be a surprise. You're going to love it, if you do this it will go a long way toward the trust I need to let you see other people. I think if you just got some self-esteem and could be physically proud of yourself it could help our relationship. I want you to feel attractive." she said, taking his hand and pulling him in close.
After a moment, Michael finally relented. "Alright, I trust you. But can we at least talk about the details of our open relationship?" he asked, trying to steer the conversation back to the issue at hand.
Sarah smiled and squeezed his hand. "Of course, we can start tomorrow. I'm going to hit up the bar and see if I can find a boyfriend. And you can go and see about your procedure. We'll figure out the rest when we get home, and hopefully, you can eat my cum filled pussy." she said, a mischievous glint in her eye.
As they walked back to their room, the tension between them dissipated. Sarah took Michael's hand, leading him to the outdoor shower that was part of their room's amenities. As the cool water cascaded down over their skin, Sarah looked up into Michael's eyes, her heart racing with anticipation.
"Thank you for understanding, Michael," she whispered. "I know this won't be easy, but I'm excited to see where this might take us."
Michael leaned down, his lips pressing against hers in a tender kiss. "I love you, Sarah," he murmured. "I'll do anything to make you happy. I just want us to be together."
As they retreated to their room, their bodies still damp from the shower, they began to explore each other in a new way. The excitement of the open relationship gave them a new sense of energy and passion that they had been missing for so long.
"Thank you for understanding, Michael," she whispered. "I know this won't be easy, but I'm excited to see where this might take us."
As they retreated to their room, their bodies still damp from the shower, they began to explore each other in a new way. The excitement of the open relationship gave them a new sense of energy and passion that they had been missing for so long.
As they lay together, their limbs entwined, Sarah knew that they were embarking on a new journey. She was grateful to have Michael by her side, supporting her as she explored her desires. And she knew that, with his love and commitment, they could overcome any challenges that lay ahead.
The next morning, Sarah and Michael woke up to the sound of the ocean waves crashing on the shore. Sarah stretched and yawned, feeling excited and nervous about the day ahead. She was determined to find a boyfriend and start her open relationship with Michael.
As Sarah got out of bed and walked to the closet to pick out her outfit, Michael followed her, watching her with a smile on his face. "How about this one?" he asked, holding up a sundress that he knew Sarah loved.
Sarah smiled back at him, grateful for his help. "Perfect," she said, slipping the dress over her head. "Can you help me with my makeup, Michael? I want to look my best today."
Michael nodded, and they spent the next half-hour getting ready together. He watched as Sarah applied her makeup, admiring her beauty and feeling a sense of pride in knowing that she was his as he did her toenails.
As they were getting ready, Sarah couldn't stop talking about her plan to find a boyfriend. She was nervous but excited at the same time, and she knew that Michael was her biggest supporter. "I hope I can find someone who's just right," she said, twirling in front of the mirror. "Someone who can give me everything I need."
Michael smiled and hugged her from behind. "You're going to find someone amazing, Sarah," he said, kissing her on the cheek. "I know it."
As Sarah finished getting ready, she asked Michael to fetch her breakfast from downstairs. "Could you get me some fresh fruit and coffee, please?" she asked, smiling sweetly.
Michael nodded and headed out, feeling happy to be able to help her in any way he could. As he walked down the stairs, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in knowing that he was doing this for her, that he was willing to make sacrifices to make her happy.
When he returned with her breakfast, Sarah was beaming. "Thank you, Michael," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "You're the best."
As they sat down to eat, Sarah couldn't stop talking about her plans for the day. She was excited to explore the town, meet new people, and start her journey toward finding a boyfriend.
Michael listened intently, feeling a sense of admiration for her bravery and her willingness to explore her desires. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, but he was willing to do whatever it took to make her happy, to support her in her journey toward happiness and fulfillment.
Michael noticed Sarah was looking a bit distracted. He reached across the table to take her hand in his. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
Sarah looked up, a small smile crossing her lips. "I'm fine," she said, squeezing his hand. "I'm just a little nervous about going out tonight."
Michael frowned, his brow furrowing. "Why are you nervous?"
Sarah cleared her throat and said, "Michael, I need to tell you something. This is a big one, not something small like last night.
"Wait, last night was something small? I kind of consider it life-changing." He said.
"Me telling you I am going to take other cock is not a big deal, it is just me following my dreams Michael, like pottery or yoga. This is big." She paused.
"I got rid of my birth control." She said softly.
Michael looked up, surprised. "What? Why would you do that? Before your dating?" he asked, his brows furrowed.
"Because I want to be able to start a ****** soon, and I don't want anything to interfere with that," Sarah replied, her voice firm and resolute. "It's my body and my autonomy, and I've decided to have another baby with whomever I find, my dream man. I gave you a beautiful, smart ********. I spent 18 years raising your child, giving you what you wanted. I just turned 38 years old. This is my last chance for another baby. I deserve this."
Michael was taken aback, but he could see the conviction in Sarah's eyes. He took a deep breath and reached for her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. "I understand, Sarah," he said, his voice softening. "But I want to be a part of that decision too. Let's talk more about it when we get home, and figure out the best plan for our ******."
Sarah shook her head. "No, Michael. I intend to start trying to get pregnant tonight. I want to find the right man, and I want to do it now. Jane deserves a sibling, a strong sibling from better genetic stock than you. I want a boy."
Michael's eyes widened in shock. "What? Sarah, that's not fair. Are you saying I am fine for having a ******** with you, but you want to find someone else for a son?"
Sarah nodded, her voice unwavering. "Yes, I do. I want a real man who can give me what I want in life. I want a son to carry on our legacy, and to be a powerful force in the world. To inherit our wealth. And I'm not going to wait for you to be ready, Michael. I'm going to take matters into my own hands."
Michael was speechless, his mind racing with a jumble of emotions. He loved Sarah, and he wanted to give her everything she desired in life. But the idea of her getting pregnant with someone else filled him with a sense of dread and uncertainty. He took a deep breath and squeezed Sarah's hand, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Sarah, I love you. And I want to make you happy. But this is a huge decision, and we need to think it through carefully."
Sarah shook her head, pulling her hand away. "I've thought it through, Michael. And I know what I want. I don't need your permission to do what's best for me, you, or our ******."
With that, she stood up from the table and strode out of the hotel room to find her new baby daddy, leaving Michael alone with his thoughts, the golf channel, and his fears for the future.
