Beach life

Bryan and I moved into a house on the beach. The fantasy that had started with the **** just continued as if it were totally normal. We had sex sometimes five or six times a day, in bed, on the couch, in the shower and sometimes even on the beach (at night). Sometimes late at night we would walk naked on the beach.

The way he made me feel made me forget all about my old life and my wife.

Eventually it dawned on me that sooner or later Susan would realize I wasn't on a business trip for work and would contact the authorities. So I imported my contacts and installed the controls for the device on a burner phone. Then turned my old phone off. John had effectively just vanished.

Bryan got a job at a high end automobile service garage, but told me that there was no way his woman was going to work, unless I wanted to, so he had me stay home (the bank money was for 'after everything calms down). I took care of the house and cooked for him.

During the day I checked the news from back home. The unknown bank robbery suspect had vanished without a trace. About two weeks later a story appeared about my disappearance, and I too was gone without a trace.

I am a guy, so everything seemed completely normal to me for a while for the first two months of our new life. At first I thought maybe I'd gotten some bad seafood, then I realized what I was missing. In all of our time together, I had not had one period. A test from the pharmacy down the block confirmed that I was pregnant.

I half expected Bryan to be upset, but instead, when I told him he gently picked me up and made love to me in the kitchen. If anything his interest in sex only increased once he knew I was carrying his unborn baby. He couldn't keep his hands off me, especially once I started to show.

I didn't know how to feel. Children had just never been in the cards for Susan and I, so I had never really thought about it. I certainly hadn't ever considered that I might carry a child myself. But here I was.