1. The Legacy, Chapter 2: The Storm


    Date: 8/15/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 32, Source: LushStories

    about Thomas Jefferson and Sally Hemmings?” “Some, yes; they had a relationship that spanned many years – he may have even fathered several of her children, right?” “Yes, exactly; this seems to have been a similar situation, except there’s not a lot recorded about it. Hints and a little innuendo in old journals and diaries; people didn’t speak openly about such things back then.” She laughed. “Or now, for the most part.” He chuckled. “True. Your great grandmother – Alfred’s wife, Elsa - was very ill for a number of years before she died; an invalid in most respects. Apparently the marital obligations of a good wife went unfulfilled because of her illness, while Alfred was still a healthy, strapping, virile man.” Beth laughed. “Listen to you! You’re saying it just like they would have back then – ‘marital obligations’, and ‘strapping, virile man’ – you do paint a picture!” He laughed along with her. “It’s the way the journals read. They also indicate that my ancestor, my third-great grandmother, Charlotte - and I quote here; ‘took good care of Alfred and provided for his desires and his manly needs’. To me that sounds like your old grandpa was getting him a little brown sugar!” She laughed. “Henry, that’s awful! What a thing to say!” He was laughing too. “Yes, well, it seems there was a bit of hanky-panky going on back in the wool bloomers days – and yes, Charlotte was also married at the time, so…” He shook his head again. “Amazing what you can find in these old writings; I ...
    wish I had more than the few that I have. But also, about that time, she gave birth to a couple of light-skinned, grey-eyed children, when all of the family prior to then had been dark and had brown eyes.” “So you think Alfred may have fathered children – kids that were raised in your family?” “Yes, my dear – it appears that there may be a white man in our woodpile.” She laughed again, a bit shocked at his cavalier attitude about it. “That’s another awful thing to say! You seem to think it’s kind of funny. It doesn’t bother you?” “Bother me? No. I have far more important things to worry about than the sexual proclivities of my distant and deceased ancestors. Like how I let a gorgeous, sexy, young married woman seduce me into her bed and steal yet another big piece of my heart, for example.” She touched him. “Henry…you do realize that this might mean that we’re actually related.” He nodded. “Yes, possibly – but way back, generations ago, and barely. Not enough to make what we did any worse.” She shook her head. “No, I know that; what I mean is that your name – Pettigrew – it might be legitimate. You could actually be a Pettigrew, not just have that as a name your family took on because of the situation. Wouldn’t that be exciting?” He shrugged. “I suppose. I’ve always felt that way, so it doesn’t really change things for me.” “We should get tested – have genetic testing done, to find out!” “I guess they can do that now, depending on the lineage. You being female and me male will ...
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