Impregnating Lauren
The leaves were beginning to fall last year, and the rush was already on at work to increase productivity for year-end reviews. It was the additional stress that "broke" the proverbial "camel's back". Lauren and I had just moved to the Boston area from our
hometown in the Midwest. The cost of living in Boston was much higher than we had expected and money was tight, especially with the school loans coming due.
Lauren and I had been married for a couple years, and we were trying to start a family. For some reason, however, we were having trouble conceiving. I knew that it couldn't be Lauren.
I never thought I would ever bemoan the opportunity to fuck Lauren silly. But with all of the travails of city life in Boston coupled with the increasing pressure to perform during her "ovulation phase," I found myself viewing sex as yet another chore on my day-timer for which there was never enough time.
Indeed, after nine unsuccessful months of trying, Lauren was convinced that we should go to a fertility clinic to get "checked out" if something didn't happen this month. Great, just what I needed: more bills that wouldn't be covered by our insurance.
Perhaps out of subconscious avoidance, I didn't notice the "star" notation in my day-timer that fateful Friday. Even worse, the computer went down in my department and I had a report due for the "big boss."
So, I found myself working well past 9:30 PM before I knew it. I dragged my frayed nerves back home and walked in the door at about five after ten.
When I opened the door I knew I was in trouble. Lauren was sitting at the dining room table with her arms folded across her chest. She was wearing a skimpy, black teddy. There were candles flickering as they had almost burned down to the candleholder. An empty bottle of Chardonnay was turned upside down in the ice bucket.
"Holy, *******!" It all of a sudden hit me; it was a "star" (ovulation) night. Lauren had gone out of her way to make a romantic meal as a prelude to our inter- course. I guess it was all of the stresses taking their toll, but instead of being contrite and begging forgiveness, I wanted Lauren to feel sorry for my lousy day and me.
Well, Lauren would have none of it. She blew up. I blew up. It was the worst fight of our marriage. Looking back on it now, I guess the bottle of wine Lauren had downed and my stressed out mood didn't help matters. Amazingly, I can't really remember what we said (or yelled) back and forth. All I recall is that after about fifteen minutes of screaming at one another, Lauren went into the bedroom and put on a short, tight dress and high heels and headed toward the door. As she got to the door, I do remember one particularly clever bit of repartee': She said "love you!"
I replied "No, love you!"
Then, Lauren retorted: "Maybe, but it sure as Hell won't be with you!" The door slammed in my face and I think I kept yelling at Lauren for a good ten minutes after she left. Man, I was mad.
I certainly wasn't going to let her find me waiting for her dutifully in bed when she got home, so I went out into the den with a six pack of beer and watched the end of a baseball game on TV.
When I awoke, there was some infomercial on the tube.
I reached for another beer, but only found empties.
Not being particularly interested in buying a new home
exercise contraption, I clicked off the television,
leaving me in darkness except for the illumination of
my wristwatch, which read 3:24 AM. Just as I was about
to stumble back to the bedroom I heard a key in the
front door lock.
Lauren swayed in, obviously three sheets to the wind.
She steadied herself against the back of our sofa and
turned back to the door. "Mike, thanks for seeing me
home. Why don't you come in and I'll wake-up my
asshole husband and we'll have a nightcap."
In walked Mike, an acquaintance of mine from the city
softball league. Mike was our clean-up hitter. He's a
big guy, probably 6' 3" and 210 lbs. He and I had not
been close friends during the season, but he seemed
like a decent enough guy. He was nice to bring Lauren
home given her very inebriated state.
Lauren started to walk toward the bedroom, but her
equilibrium was also three sheets to the wind and she
almost fell over. Mike caught her under the armpits
with his large hands reaching around and cupping her
big breasts.
She thanked Mike again for his help and proceeded to
kick off her heels so as to regain her balance. All
the while, Mike stood there with his hands full of
Lauren's tits. Lauren moved away and went into the
bedroom, this time without falling over.
"Mark...Mark, get your sorry ass out of bed...its
party time!" I suppose I could have just come out of
the den at that point, but I was still angry and now
I was a bit ******* too. After a moment, Lauren came
out of the bedroom and said, "That dick-head's out
somewhere partying on his own. Well, to Hell with him,
we can still have a nightcap!"
Lauren went into the kitchen and brought out a couple
of beers, handed one to Mike and proceeded to chug
hers down. When she finished I saw her close her eyes
almost as if she was going to pass out. Mike reached
over and again steadied her by grasping her breasts.
Lauren began to slur another thank you when Mike
started to kiss her. On the one hand, I was jealous,
but on the other hand I was a lot stubborn. I resolved
to myself to let Lauren get herself out of the mess
she was getting into.
I suppose that it was the alcohol, but Lauren didn't
pull away. Instead, she began to kiss him back. Their
tongues were battling one another, then Mike began to
knead Lauren's breasts. Almost immediately, her
nipples became erect and were visible through her
dress. She hadn't put on a bra when she left during
our argument so there was only the thin material of
her dress between her and Mike's probing fingers.
Lauren was beginning to breathe harder as they con-
tinued their passionate kiss. Mike adroitly was
unzipping the back of Lauren's dress. Again, common-
sense would have brought any normal husband barreling
in to put an end to his moves. But, the beer and my
bruised male ego prevented any common sense from sur-
facing at that crucial moment.
In one motion, Mike brought Lauren's dress down over
her lowered arms with gravity taking it the remaining
distance to the floor. Lauren broke her french kiss
and opened her eyes.
Those crystal blues were glassy and disoriented.
Lauren shallow breathing seemed to strain as she
appeared to summon enough will power to fend off any
further advances. Yet, before Lauren's lips could
form the word "no", Mike reached one large hand
between Lauren's long legs, and began massaging the
growing wet spot at the crotch of her panties.
Lauren's body writhed impulsively as Mike manipulated
her genitals through the sopping silk material. In
what must have been a practiced maneuver to prevent
negative responses, Mike pressed his lips back against
Lauren's, which passively parted and accepted his
probing tongue.
Nimbly, Mike's massive fingers unsnapped the pulled
Lauren's underwear down her lovely legs revealing her
blond pubic hair. Lauren immediately began to squirm
in an effort to break away, but Mike slipped his right
index finger into her vagina and started rubbing her
clitoris with his oversized thumb.
As I stood in the shadows of the den, I realized that
I had painted myself into a corner. If I emerged to
intervene, how could I explain why I had waited? More
confusing was my engorged penis straining to burst out
of my underwear. I quickly concluded that I had to
rely on Lauren to extricate herself from her develop-
ing dilemma.
Lauren seemed to be resisting Mike's onslaught, but
Mike had found her Achilles' Heel: her clit. As he
increased the speed and pressure on Lauren's love
button, she capitulated somewhat and spread her legs
wider to permit him greater access. Mike sensed his
success and slid a second finger into Lauren's pussy.
Maybe she didn't immediately recognize the signifi-
cance of Mike's second finger, but any high school
male would know that he was trying to loosen her up
so he could quickly shove in his dick in before she
knew what was happening. Realizing that Mike was
unaware that Lauren was off the pill and ovulating,
my anxiety heightened.
As Mike finger-fucked my wife, Lauren's lubricating
juices flowed down the inside of her bare thighs and
drenched his pistoning hand. Her cunt began to make
slurping sounds, then I noticed Mike using his left
hand to lower his zipper. Lauren saw him fumbling to
free his cock, too.
Just as he seemed to get it out of his pants, Lauren
looked down, her eyes grew wide and her body convulsed
in what looked like an incredible orgasm.
Rather than cheating Lauren out of her pleasure, Mike
delayed his prior plan and worked her pussy and
clitoris like a musical instrument. Time and time
again, Lauren's breasts and stomach heaved and her
pelvis bucked with orgasm after orgasm. When she
plateaued, albeit a high plateau, she smiled at Mike
and said "let me return the favor."
As Lauren dropped to her knees and pulled down Mike's
pants and boxers in preparation for a blowjob, I
thought: "Thank God! Now that she's come, she's only
going to suck him off."
In willing agreement, Mike shifted his position to
make it easier for Lauren to suck on him. It was then
that I saw his cock for the first time.
I now appreciated why Lauren's eyes had bulged. Mike's
cock was mammoth; in length it must be an honest 10 or
maybe even 11 inches and in girth it appeared wider
than Lauren's wrist. When she tried to grasp his
engorged member, her fingers couldn't quite encircle
that massive rod. It was so heavy with infused *******
that Mike's dick could only point out at about a 45
degree angle. Yet, the most prominent feature was
Mike's massive bulbous head, which was even larger
than the remainder of his cock, and it was uncir-
cumcised. An unusual site, especially for Lauren,
since I was cut, and mine was the only cock she'd seen
until tonight.
Lauren was obviously enthralled by Mike's penis.
Mike's 10+-inch monster was far more difficult to
handle than my regular sized pecker. Lauren must have
realized that there was no way she could get more than
a few inches in her mouth.
She began kissing and licking Mike's dick in an
uncharacteristically slutty manner. But, length wasn't
the real problem; it was girth. Lauren opened her jaw
as wide as possible, but she was only able to accept
the head of Mike's cock, and then only barely without
running the risk of nicking him with her teeth.
Lauren continued undaunted and began to fondle his
testicles in hopes of bringing him off. Mike's balls
matched his cock in dimensions. They were more than
a handful and ripe as grapefruit.
After about ten minutes of straining to wrap her lips
around Mike's prodigious organ, Lauren's jaw grew
tired. She looked up dejectedly, having failed to
reciprocate. Then, with apprehension apparent in her
voice, Lauren said, "If you want, I guess you can fuck
me ... but you'll have to pull out before you come."
The words rang in my ears. It was one thing to
acknowledge that your wife was about to have sex with
another, better hung man. It was quite another for her
to do it unprotected, at the peak of her fertility
cycle.
Mike guided her back to her feet and swept her up into
his arms. With his cock swaying back and forth, he
walked over to our living room sofa and laid Lauren
down on her back.
From my vantagepoint, I could see her cunt clearly. It
was sopping and her labia were swollen and red from
the finger fuck. Mike wasted no time in positioning
himself between my wife's splayed legs. His plump
testicles obstructed the sight of his cock as it eased
itself into Lauren's fertile pussy. Mike took it quite
slowly, until he was completely imbedded and his balls
rested on the couch between Lauren's legs.
As he withdrew and began to pump it back in, Lauren
started to breathe rapidly, but in a shallow fashion.
This response caused Mike to quicken his pace. Lauren
sounded as if she were hyperventilating, although her
gasps were interspersed with the sloshing sound coming
from her pussy as Mike pistoned away.
To my amazement, Mike balls seemed to expand even
larger as he pounded his dick against my wife's cervix.
His breathing also increased as did his vigorous
grinding into Lauren's cunt. She was all but oblivious
now, and I realized that she had tilted her pelvis up
to maximize Mike's already deep penetration. She was
also bucking back to meet his thrusts.
Concern grew inside me as Mike neared his climax. It
was already far too risky to have allowed him entry
into Lauren's receptive vagina without a condom, but
the thought of him shooting his load near the entrance
of her fertile womb was too much. It was time for Mike
to pull out! Just then Mike grunted, "I'm about to
cum!"
He started to slide his cock out of Lauren's stretched
pussy, but then Lauren wrapped her legs around his
waist and forcefully pulled him back until she was
again fully impaled. The sudden motion must have been
too much for Mike. He grunted deeply, his whole body
tensed and his buttocks clenched as he ejaculated. I
saw Lauren's hand reach around and begin to knead his
over-inflated scrotum.
To my despair, Mike continued to grunt with smaller
thrusts. As he thrust, Lauren's fingers deftly stroked
and squeezed as Mike's testicles slowly deflated. After
about a minute, Mike's balls were a wrinkled and normal
sized.
He seemed to regain his composure and looked at his
watch. Perhaps fearing that I would walk in at any
moment, Mike abruptly stood up - his softening member
slurping out of Lauren's distended cunt. He hiked up
his pants (through it all, Mike had never removed his
trousers) and fastened his belt. He leaned over to
peck Lauren on the cheek, but she was on another plane.
Realizing this, and maybe concerned that he had taken
advantage of an inebriated woman, Mike slipped out the
front door without saying a word.
I stood paralyzed in the darkness of the den. From my
vantagepoint, I looked directly between Lauren's
spread legs, in fact one was now slung over the back
of the sofa. Simultaneously, the sight was arousing
and terrifying.
Lauren's blond pubic hair was matted, but it was
dwarfed by the gaping opening, which had once been her
tight pussy. On either side was a swollen, bright red
flap of skin that was recognizable as Lauren's labia
lips.
And oozing out of her vagina were streams of viscous
milky fluids. My mind was racing and all my thoughts
were jumbled. Initially, I suppose I thought that
Lauren would come too and clean herself out, maybe
even douche. But, she just lay there, her eyes shut
and her breasts gently heaving in the aftermath of God
knows how many orgasms.
Well, if she wasn't going to do something, I had to,
I thought. I emerged from the shadows looking around
for something to use to clean out Lauren's sodden
channel to her womb. Of course, there was nothing in
the living room.
Instinctively... desperately, I kneeled between
Lauren's thighs. The aroma was actually neutral, which
I didn't expect. I extended my index finger in an
effort to extract Mike's semen. Lauren twitched
slightly when I made contact with her genitals. While
the dripping fluids were quite sticky, trying to
capture it with my fingers was like trying to hold
mercury.
I realized at that moment that the whole experience
had turned me on incredibly, watching another man fuck
my wife, I also felt frustrated, and knew that there
was only one other choice. I closed my eyes and my
face contorted as I leaned forward and brought my
tongue to the opaque flow seeping from Lauren's body.
The taste was neutral, but sort of sweet tasting.
Initially, I recoiled, but I ****** myself to take a
deeper lick. Slowly, I became accustomed to the taste.
I swirled my tongue trying to coax every drop of
Mike's sperm out of Lauren's cunt. As I did, I heard
her begin to moan quietly. She gyrated her hips bring-
ing her pubis closer to my mouth.
When my tongue could go no deeper into the overly
enlarged cavern of her stretched vagina, I resorted to
sucking and slurping the sticky goo out. The noises I
was making (and, for that matter, the noises that were
coming from Lauren's pussy) were quite loud, but I was
on a mission and ignored the sounds. When I came up
for a brief breath, I saw that Lauren's eyes were open
and watching me. There was a smirk on her face.
She grasped the back of my head and guided my mouth
back to its job. After a good twenty minutes of lick-
ing, slurping and sucking every reachable remnant of
Mike's seed from Lauren's vagina, I lifted my face out
of my wife's cunt. My face was a sticky mess. I am
sure I had semen everywhere... up my nose... on my
eyebrows... even in my hair. It was then that I
noticed that I had one hell on an erection. I figured
that it was only appropriate that I place my semen in
the very place that I had cleansed of the invading
sperm.
There was absolutely no resistance as I climbed up
Lauren's body and mounted her. In fact, there was
virtually no friction once I slipped my cock to her.
Thrust as I might, I couldn't feel my dick touch
anything at the end of Lauren's vagina.
Mike's onslaught had driven Lauren's cervix deep
within. Within about a couple of dozen strokes, I
felt Lauren's fingers on my balls. Instantaneously,
I remembered the way she had squeezed every last
drop of sperm from Mike's testicles, and I exploded!
When I withdrew, my penis shrinking to prepubescent
size, I looked down. I couldn't see any fluids oozing
forth as had Mike's. Just as well, I thought, my
sperm is puddled on Lauren's inviting cervix at this
very moment, making its way into the womb in search
of her ripe egg.
-=*=-
The next morning the fight from the night before was
forgotten. Lauren and I found ourselves fucking all
weekend long. There was a tinge of guilt in my mind,
however. Each time I found myself thinking of the
image of Mike's plump, oversized balls emptying their
contents into my wife's snatch. The vision seemed to
instantaneously trigger my climax. When I came, I
always caught Lauren looking at me with that smirk
turning up the corners of her mouth. It was as if she
knew what I was thinking at the moment of orgasm.
Irrationally, I felt that Lauren could read my mind
and I felt a little bit humiliated as I withdrew my
shrinking dick from her vagina.
-=*=-
A couple of weeks passed and things appeared to return
to normal. Work was crazy as always and the incident
with Mike stayed unspoken, and hopefully, forgotten.
Then, one Thursday afternoon, I got a call from Lauren
at the office.
"Honey, I hope I'm not interrupting you..." Lauren
began.
"No, Hon, just reworking the fourth draft of the year-
end budget performance analysis. What's up?"
"He's dead!" she replied.
There was silence on the line as I tried to figure out
what the Hell Lauren was talking about.
Finally, I bit. "Who's dead, Lauren?"
"The rabbit."
Densely, I said: "What rabbit? We don't have any
rabbits."
"THE rabbit, dimwit" Lauren explained. "I just tried
my second home pregnancy testing kit and it shows that
we're going to be parents!" With that, the excitement
burst through in her voice.
At last! One huge load was lifted from my shoulders!
Lauren and I talked for about five minutes before my
boss interrupted us. As I hung up, we agreed to
celebrate at dinner. Although we couldn't afford a
nice dinner out, I promised to bring home a bottle of
Champagne.
On the way home, I must admit that I was on cloud
nine. This was the best news that I had had in some
time. Maybe my luck was changing.
When I got home with the champagne, I found that
Lauren was out. No matter, I thought. To be especially
nice, I started dinner. It also gave me a chance to
chill the bubbly.
Lauren came through the front door about 20 minutes
later. She looked radiant. Her cheeks were rosy and
there was a discernable glow about her. Pregnancy was
definitely agreeing with her. We met midway between
the kitchen and the living room and embraced.
"Sorry, I was running a little late. I ran into to
Mike at the supermarket and told him our great news.
He was so excited for us that we ended up celebrat-
ing... And... well... I guess I celebrated a little
much... and I kinda need to ask for a favor."
With that Lauren lifted the hem of her short dress
until it was above her pubic area. She wasn't wearing
any panties. Then as I looked closer, I saw the image
that had been recurring in my daydreams. Lauren's
labia were pink, swollen and distended. Her pussy was
gaping open with milky fluids everywhere. It was just
the same as after Mike had fucked her two weeks
before.
Precariously dangling from her stretched vaginal
channel was a huge glob of semen seemingly on the
verge of plummeting from its own weight to the ground.
After Lauren discerned that I had fully taken in the
sight of her recently fucked cunt, she caught my eye
and coyly said: "Hon, would you do me that favor that
you did last time?"
I stuttered, "But Lauren, you're pregnant now...
there's no need to clean out his cum."
Lauren rolled her head from side to side as a baby
might when asking for a present. "I know ... but it
really made my sore pussy feel good last time...and,
if you wouldn't really mind, I would kinda like to
continue to fuck Mike from time to time... and, I was
thinking that after I have the baby, I don't want to
go back on the pill because I want more ******* ... so,
it might be good practice for you so you'll be able
to get out all of his sperm when I'm not pregnant.
After all you don't really seem to mind, do you."
There was silence. Lauren looked at me, knowingly
biting her lower lip in a seductive fashion. My reply
came when I dropped to my knees and caught the dangling
globule of semen on my tongue, as she looked down at
me.
-=*=-
I must admit that I've grown accustomed to the taste
of Mike's come. During Lauren's pregnancy, she would
meet Mike a couple of times a month and come home for
cleaning. I became rather adept snaking my tongue at
the deeper recesses of her vagina (which have become
even deeper because of Mike).
In fact, in one position, where Lauren spreads her
legs and pulls them back over her shoulders, I can
even reach her cervix with my swabbing tongue. I feel
a lot better now than I did that first night about my
ability to extract Mike's sperm from her vagina.
Nevertheless, I still felt somewhat jealous and
humiliated by this whole routine. Towards the seventh
month of Lauren's pregnancy, I suggested that she
curtail her dalliances with Mike. She politely refused.
"Honey, I'm about to have my first baby. Childbirth
can be extremely painful, especially the first time.
I figure that it'll hurt a lot less if I am stretched
out down there as much as possible before hand. As
you've probably noticed, Mike's cock can really do
some stretching!"
So, instead of fewer encounters, Lauren started to see
Mike almost every day. She even began to bring him
home while I was there, "to do my Lamaze homework" as
she called it. Of course, when Mike left our bedroom,
I'd go in and lap up the remnants. Finally, after the
eighth month, the doctor told Lauren that she should
abstain until birth to avoid a premature delivery.
-=*=-
Well, that was five months ago, and we are now the
proud parents of a beautiful baby girl. She looks just
like Lauren. In the months since our baby's arrival,
things have been wonderful. We can't wait to have
another little blessing.
Lauren has worked diligently at regaining her figure.
She now fits into the same clothes as before her
pregnancy. This morning as I came out of the shower,
I caught her in the buff inspecting herself in front
of the mirror. She turned at all various angles, as
women are wont to do when sizing up their appearance.
It was amazing: not a single stretch mark on her body
from the pregnancy. She must have been made of rubber!
But one nice side effect was that her breasts were at
least one cup size larger, up to a full EE-cup now.
When she noticed me watching her, Lauren smiled and
said: "not too bad for a recent Mommy, wouldn't you
agree?"
"Lauren" I replied, "if I take off this towel I think
you'll see my body's answer to that question.
"Thanks, but you better keep the towel on or you'll
be late for work. Besides you may get a chance later
tonight to show me what's under that towel!"
"Ummm, great thought Honey." I said as I rubbed my
hands up and down her taut abdomen.
"Oh, by the way Hon, can you watch Lisa for a while
after work? I've got to run out for awhile ..."
"Sure, no problem. I'll be hard and ready when you get
back."
"I bet you will, lover. But, you better limber up that
great tongue of yours. I've got an urge to visit Mike.
Of course, I'm not exactly certain, but I think I
might be ovulating today. So, you'll need to be extra
thorough."
Lauren stared at me in the mirror. She hadn't been
with Mike since she was eight months pregnant with
Lisa. I thought she might have outgrown her desire
for him.
Of course, I now realize that she wanted to get her
figure back before seeing him again. There was no
mistaking the tingling anxiety pulsing through my
body. Except for that first unplanned encounter, my
efforts at removing Mike's sperm from Lauren's cunt
had not really mattered. Now, everything was again
on the line. I'm sure Lauren could feel my hard-on
pressing against her through my towel when I suggested
"Why not just have Mike use a condom".
She turned around and purposely looked down at the
protrusion in the front of my towel and replied: "Oh,
I thought of that. Unfortunately, Mike is allergic to
latex, so he can't. So, it's either go back on the
Pill or rely on your tongue. Since we are probably
going to start working on a brother for Lisa pretty
soon, the Pill's out of the question. So, it looks
like your tongue will just have to do the job. Don't
you agree?"
My silence signaled my response.
"I thought you'd see it my way." Lauren replied as she
patted my erection through the towel.
-=*=-
So, here I am. I just put Lisa down in her crib and
I'm waiting for Lauren to come home with her pussy
full of Mike's cum. I'm pretty confident that I can
intercept his sperm before they make their way up
inside Lauren's uterus. But, I'm a little bit worried
about the delay between the time that Mike actually
shoots his load at the mouth of Lauren's cervix and
the time that it takes for her to get home.
I should really put my foot down about this whole
business, but I do look forward to our sex after
Lauren comes home from on of her sessions with Mike.
I just worry about who is really Lisa's *******, and
who it will be who gets her pregnant the next time.
Oh well...
The leaves were beginning to fall last year, and the rush was already on at work to increase productivity for year-end reviews. It was the additional stress that "broke" the proverbial "camel's back". Lauren and I had just moved to the Boston area from our
hometown in the Midwest. The cost of living in Boston was much higher than we had expected and money was tight, especially with the school loans coming due.
Lauren and I had been married for a couple years, and we were trying to start a family. For some reason, however, we were having trouble conceiving. I knew that it couldn't be Lauren.
I never thought I would ever bemoan the opportunity to fuck Lauren silly. But with all of the travails of city life in Boston coupled with the increasing pressure to perform during her "ovulation phase," I found myself viewing sex as yet another chore on my day-timer for which there was never enough time.
Indeed, after nine unsuccessful months of trying, Lauren was convinced that we should go to a fertility clinic to get "checked out" if something didn't happen this month. Great, just what I needed: more bills that wouldn't be covered by our insurance.
Perhaps out of subconscious avoidance, I didn't notice the "star" notation in my day-timer that fateful Friday. Even worse, the computer went down in my department and I had a report due for the "big boss."
So, I found myself working well past 9:30 PM before I knew it. I dragged my frayed nerves back home and walked in the door at about five after ten.
When I opened the door I knew I was in trouble. Lauren was sitting at the dining room table with her arms folded across her chest. She was wearing a skimpy, black teddy. There were candles flickering as they had almost burned down to the candleholder. An empty bottle of Chardonnay was turned upside down in the ice bucket.
"Holy, *******!" It all of a sudden hit me; it was a "star" (ovulation) night. Lauren had gone out of her way to make a romantic meal as a prelude to our inter- course. I guess it was all of the stresses taking their toll, but instead of being contrite and begging forgiveness, I wanted Lauren to feel sorry for my lousy day and me.
Well, Lauren would have none of it. She blew up. I blew up. It was the worst fight of our marriage. Looking back on it now, I guess the bottle of wine Lauren had downed and my stressed out mood didn't help matters. Amazingly, I can't really remember what we said (or yelled) back and forth. All I recall is that after about fifteen minutes of screaming at one another, Lauren went into the bedroom and put on a short, tight dress and high heels and headed toward the door. As she got to the door, I do remember one particularly clever bit of repartee': She said "love you!"
I replied "No, love you!"
Then, Lauren retorted: "Maybe, but it sure as Hell won't be with you!" The door slammed in my face and I think I kept yelling at Lauren for a good ten minutes after she left. Man, I was mad.
I certainly wasn't going to let her find me waiting for her dutifully in bed when she got home, so I went out into the den with a six pack of beer and watched the end of a baseball game on TV.
When I awoke, there was some infomercial on the tube.
I reached for another beer, but only found empties.
Not being particularly interested in buying a new home
exercise contraption, I clicked off the television,
leaving me in darkness except for the illumination of
my wristwatch, which read 3:24 AM. Just as I was about
to stumble back to the bedroom I heard a key in the
front door lock.
Lauren swayed in, obviously three sheets to the wind.
She steadied herself against the back of our sofa and
turned back to the door. "Mike, thanks for seeing me
home. Why don't you come in and I'll wake-up my
asshole husband and we'll have a nightcap."
In walked Mike, an acquaintance of mine from the city
softball league. Mike was our clean-up hitter. He's a
big guy, probably 6' 3" and 210 lbs. He and I had not
been close friends during the season, but he seemed
like a decent enough guy. He was nice to bring Lauren
home given her very inebriated state.
Lauren started to walk toward the bedroom, but her
equilibrium was also three sheets to the wind and she
almost fell over. Mike caught her under the armpits
with his large hands reaching around and cupping her
big breasts.
She thanked Mike again for his help and proceeded to
kick off her heels so as to regain her balance. All
the while, Mike stood there with his hands full of
Lauren's tits. Lauren moved away and went into the
bedroom, this time without falling over.
"Mark...Mark, get your sorry ass out of bed...its
party time!" I suppose I could have just come out of
the den at that point, but I was still angry and now
I was a bit ******* too. After a moment, Lauren came
out of the bedroom and said, "That dick-head's out
somewhere partying on his own. Well, to Hell with him,
we can still have a nightcap!"
Lauren went into the kitchen and brought out a couple
of beers, handed one to Mike and proceeded to chug
hers down. When she finished I saw her close her eyes
almost as if she was going to pass out. Mike reached
over and again steadied her by grasping her breasts.
Lauren began to slur another thank you when Mike
started to kiss her. On the one hand, I was jealous,
but on the other hand I was a lot stubborn. I resolved
to myself to let Lauren get herself out of the mess
she was getting into.
I suppose that it was the alcohol, but Lauren didn't
pull away. Instead, she began to kiss him back. Their
tongues were battling one another, then Mike began to
knead Lauren's breasts. Almost immediately, her
nipples became erect and were visible through her
dress. She hadn't put on a bra when she left during
our argument so there was only the thin material of
her dress between her and Mike's probing fingers.
Lauren was beginning to breathe harder as they con-
tinued their passionate kiss. Mike adroitly was
unzipping the back of Lauren's dress. Again, common-
sense would have brought any normal husband barreling
in to put an end to his moves. But, the beer and my
bruised male ego prevented any common sense from sur-
facing at that crucial moment.
In one motion, Mike brought Lauren's dress down over
her lowered arms with gravity taking it the remaining
distance to the floor. Lauren broke her french kiss
and opened her eyes.
Those crystal blues were glassy and disoriented.
Lauren shallow breathing seemed to strain as she
appeared to summon enough will power to fend off any
further advances. Yet, before Lauren's lips could
form the word "no", Mike reached one large hand
between Lauren's long legs, and began massaging the
growing wet spot at the crotch of her panties.
Lauren's body writhed impulsively as Mike manipulated
her genitals through the sopping silk material. In
what must have been a practiced maneuver to prevent
negative responses, Mike pressed his lips back against
Lauren's, which passively parted and accepted his
probing tongue.
Nimbly, Mike's massive fingers unsnapped the pulled
Lauren's underwear down her lovely legs revealing her
blond pubic hair. Lauren immediately began to squirm
in an effort to break away, but Mike slipped his right
index finger into her vagina and started rubbing her
clitoris with his oversized thumb.
As I stood in the shadows of the den, I realized that
I had painted myself into a corner. If I emerged to
intervene, how could I explain why I had waited? More
confusing was my engorged penis straining to burst out
of my underwear. I quickly concluded that I had to
rely on Lauren to extricate herself from her develop-
ing dilemma.
Lauren seemed to be resisting Mike's onslaught, but
Mike had found her Achilles' Heel: her clit. As he
increased the speed and pressure on Lauren's love
button, she capitulated somewhat and spread her legs
wider to permit him greater access. Mike sensed his
success and slid a second finger into Lauren's pussy.
Maybe she didn't immediately recognize the signifi-
cance of Mike's second finger, but any high school
male would know that he was trying to loosen her up
so he could quickly shove in his dick in before she
knew what was happening. Realizing that Mike was
unaware that Lauren was off the pill and ovulating,
my anxiety heightened.
As Mike finger-fucked my wife, Lauren's lubricating
juices flowed down the inside of her bare thighs and
drenched his pistoning hand. Her cunt began to make
slurping sounds, then I noticed Mike using his left
hand to lower his zipper. Lauren saw him fumbling to
free his cock, too.
Just as he seemed to get it out of his pants, Lauren
looked down, her eyes grew wide and her body convulsed
in what looked like an incredible orgasm.
Rather than cheating Lauren out of her pleasure, Mike
delayed his prior plan and worked her pussy and
clitoris like a musical instrument. Time and time
again, Lauren's breasts and stomach heaved and her
pelvis bucked with orgasm after orgasm. When she
plateaued, albeit a high plateau, she smiled at Mike
and said "let me return the favor."
As Lauren dropped to her knees and pulled down Mike's
pants and boxers in preparation for a blowjob, I
thought: "Thank God! Now that she's come, she's only
going to suck him off."
In willing agreement, Mike shifted his position to
make it easier for Lauren to suck on him. It was then
that I saw his cock for the first time.
I now appreciated why Lauren's eyes had bulged. Mike's
cock was mammoth; in length it must be an honest 10 or
maybe even 11 inches and in girth it appeared wider
than Lauren's wrist. When she tried to grasp his
engorged member, her fingers couldn't quite encircle
that massive rod. It was so heavy with infused *******
that Mike's dick could only point out at about a 45
degree angle. Yet, the most prominent feature was
Mike's massive bulbous head, which was even larger
than the remainder of his cock, and it was uncir-
cumcised. An unusual site, especially for Lauren,
since I was cut, and mine was the only cock she'd seen
until tonight.
Lauren was obviously enthralled by Mike's penis.
Mike's 10+-inch monster was far more difficult to
handle than my regular sized pecker. Lauren must have
realized that there was no way she could get more than
a few inches in her mouth.
She began kissing and licking Mike's dick in an
uncharacteristically slutty manner. But, length wasn't
the real problem; it was girth. Lauren opened her jaw
as wide as possible, but she was only able to accept
the head of Mike's cock, and then only barely without
running the risk of nicking him with her teeth.
Lauren continued undaunted and began to fondle his
testicles in hopes of bringing him off. Mike's balls
matched his cock in dimensions. They were more than
a handful and ripe as grapefruit.
After about ten minutes of straining to wrap her lips
around Mike's prodigious organ, Lauren's jaw grew
tired. She looked up dejectedly, having failed to
reciprocate. Then, with apprehension apparent in her
voice, Lauren said, "If you want, I guess you can fuck
me ... but you'll have to pull out before you come."
The words rang in my ears. It was one thing to
acknowledge that your wife was about to have sex with
another, better hung man. It was quite another for her
to do it unprotected, at the peak of her fertility
cycle.
Mike guided her back to her feet and swept her up into
his arms. With his cock swaying back and forth, he
walked over to our living room sofa and laid Lauren
down on her back.
From my vantagepoint, I could see her cunt clearly. It
was sopping and her labia were swollen and red from
the finger fuck. Mike wasted no time in positioning
himself between my wife's splayed legs. His plump
testicles obstructed the sight of his cock as it eased
itself into Lauren's fertile pussy. Mike took it quite
slowly, until he was completely imbedded and his balls
rested on the couch between Lauren's legs.
As he withdrew and began to pump it back in, Lauren
started to breathe rapidly, but in a shallow fashion.
This response caused Mike to quicken his pace. Lauren
sounded as if she were hyperventilating, although her
gasps were interspersed with the sloshing sound coming
from her pussy as Mike pistoned away.
To my amazement, Mike balls seemed to expand even
larger as he pounded his dick against my wife's cervix.
His breathing also increased as did his vigorous
grinding into Lauren's cunt. She was all but oblivious
now, and I realized that she had tilted her pelvis up
to maximize Mike's already deep penetration. She was
also bucking back to meet his thrusts.
Concern grew inside me as Mike neared his climax. It
was already far too risky to have allowed him entry
into Lauren's receptive vagina without a condom, but
the thought of him shooting his load near the entrance
of her fertile womb was too much. It was time for Mike
to pull out! Just then Mike grunted, "I'm about to
cum!"
He started to slide his cock out of Lauren's stretched
pussy, but then Lauren wrapped her legs around his
waist and forcefully pulled him back until she was
again fully impaled. The sudden motion must have been
too much for Mike. He grunted deeply, his whole body
tensed and his buttocks clenched as he ejaculated. I
saw Lauren's hand reach around and begin to knead his
over-inflated scrotum.
To my despair, Mike continued to grunt with smaller
thrusts. As he thrust, Lauren's fingers deftly stroked
and squeezed as Mike's testicles slowly deflated. After
about a minute, Mike's balls were a wrinkled and normal
sized.
He seemed to regain his composure and looked at his
watch. Perhaps fearing that I would walk in at any
moment, Mike abruptly stood up - his softening member
slurping out of Lauren's distended cunt. He hiked up
his pants (through it all, Mike had never removed his
trousers) and fastened his belt. He leaned over to
peck Lauren on the cheek, but she was on another plane.
Realizing this, and maybe concerned that he had taken
advantage of an inebriated woman, Mike slipped out the
front door without saying a word.
I stood paralyzed in the darkness of the den. From my
vantagepoint, I looked directly between Lauren's
spread legs, in fact one was now slung over the back
of the sofa. Simultaneously, the sight was arousing
and terrifying.
Lauren's blond pubic hair was matted, but it was
dwarfed by the gaping opening, which had once been her
tight pussy. On either side was a swollen, bright red
flap of skin that was recognizable as Lauren's labia
lips.
And oozing out of her vagina were streams of viscous
milky fluids. My mind was racing and all my thoughts
were jumbled. Initially, I suppose I thought that
Lauren would come too and clean herself out, maybe
even douche. But, she just lay there, her eyes shut
and her breasts gently heaving in the aftermath of God
knows how many orgasms.
Well, if she wasn't going to do something, I had to,
I thought. I emerged from the shadows looking around
for something to use to clean out Lauren's sodden
channel to her womb. Of course, there was nothing in
the living room.
Instinctively... desperately, I kneeled between
Lauren's thighs. The aroma was actually neutral, which
I didn't expect. I extended my index finger in an
effort to extract Mike's semen. Lauren twitched
slightly when I made contact with her genitals. While
the dripping fluids were quite sticky, trying to
capture it with my fingers was like trying to hold
mercury.
I realized at that moment that the whole experience
had turned me on incredibly, watching another man fuck
my wife, I also felt frustrated, and knew that there
was only one other choice. I closed my eyes and my
face contorted as I leaned forward and brought my
tongue to the opaque flow seeping from Lauren's body.
The taste was neutral, but sort of sweet tasting.
Initially, I recoiled, but I ****** myself to take a
deeper lick. Slowly, I became accustomed to the taste.
I swirled my tongue trying to coax every drop of
Mike's sperm out of Lauren's cunt. As I did, I heard
her begin to moan quietly. She gyrated her hips bring-
ing her pubis closer to my mouth.
When my tongue could go no deeper into the overly
enlarged cavern of her stretched vagina, I resorted to
sucking and slurping the sticky goo out. The noises I
was making (and, for that matter, the noises that were
coming from Lauren's pussy) were quite loud, but I was
on a mission and ignored the sounds. When I came up
for a brief breath, I saw that Lauren's eyes were open
and watching me. There was a smirk on her face.
She grasped the back of my head and guided my mouth
back to its job. After a good twenty minutes of lick-
ing, slurping and sucking every reachable remnant of
Mike's seed from Lauren's vagina, I lifted my face out
of my wife's cunt. My face was a sticky mess. I am
sure I had semen everywhere... up my nose... on my
eyebrows... even in my hair. It was then that I
noticed that I had one hell on an erection. I figured
that it was only appropriate that I place my semen in
the very place that I had cleansed of the invading
sperm.
There was absolutely no resistance as I climbed up
Lauren's body and mounted her. In fact, there was
virtually no friction once I slipped my cock to her.
Thrust as I might, I couldn't feel my dick touch
anything at the end of Lauren's vagina.
Mike's onslaught had driven Lauren's cervix deep
within. Within about a couple of dozen strokes, I
felt Lauren's fingers on my balls. Instantaneously,
I remembered the way she had squeezed every last
drop of sperm from Mike's testicles, and I exploded!
When I withdrew, my penis shrinking to prepubescent
size, I looked down. I couldn't see any fluids oozing
forth as had Mike's. Just as well, I thought, my
sperm is puddled on Lauren's inviting cervix at this
very moment, making its way into the womb in search
of her ripe egg.
-=*=-
The next morning the fight from the night before was
forgotten. Lauren and I found ourselves fucking all
weekend long. There was a tinge of guilt in my mind,
however. Each time I found myself thinking of the
image of Mike's plump, oversized balls emptying their
contents into my wife's snatch. The vision seemed to
instantaneously trigger my climax. When I came, I
always caught Lauren looking at me with that smirk
turning up the corners of her mouth. It was as if she
knew what I was thinking at the moment of orgasm.
Irrationally, I felt that Lauren could read my mind
and I felt a little bit humiliated as I withdrew my
shrinking dick from her vagina.
-=*=-
A couple of weeks passed and things appeared to return
to normal. Work was crazy as always and the incident
with Mike stayed unspoken, and hopefully, forgotten.
Then, one Thursday afternoon, I got a call from Lauren
at the office.
"Honey, I hope I'm not interrupting you..." Lauren
began.
"No, Hon, just reworking the fourth draft of the year-
end budget performance analysis. What's up?"
"He's dead!" she replied.
There was silence on the line as I tried to figure out
what the Hell Lauren was talking about.
Finally, I bit. "Who's dead, Lauren?"
"The rabbit."
Densely, I said: "What rabbit? We don't have any
rabbits."
"THE rabbit, dimwit" Lauren explained. "I just tried
my second home pregnancy testing kit and it shows that
we're going to be parents!" With that, the excitement
burst through in her voice.
At last! One huge load was lifted from my shoulders!
Lauren and I talked for about five minutes before my
boss interrupted us. As I hung up, we agreed to
celebrate at dinner. Although we couldn't afford a
nice dinner out, I promised to bring home a bottle of
Champagne.
On the way home, I must admit that I was on cloud
nine. This was the best news that I had had in some
time. Maybe my luck was changing.
When I got home with the champagne, I found that
Lauren was out. No matter, I thought. To be especially
nice, I started dinner. It also gave me a chance to
chill the bubbly.
Lauren came through the front door about 20 minutes
later. She looked radiant. Her cheeks were rosy and
there was a discernable glow about her. Pregnancy was
definitely agreeing with her. We met midway between
the kitchen and the living room and embraced.
"Sorry, I was running a little late. I ran into to
Mike at the supermarket and told him our great news.
He was so excited for us that we ended up celebrat-
ing... And... well... I guess I celebrated a little
much... and I kinda need to ask for a favor."
With that Lauren lifted the hem of her short dress
until it was above her pubic area. She wasn't wearing
any panties. Then as I looked closer, I saw the image
that had been recurring in my daydreams. Lauren's
labia were pink, swollen and distended. Her pussy was
gaping open with milky fluids everywhere. It was just
the same as after Mike had fucked her two weeks
before.
Precariously dangling from her stretched vaginal
channel was a huge glob of semen seemingly on the
verge of plummeting from its own weight to the ground.
After Lauren discerned that I had fully taken in the
sight of her recently fucked cunt, she caught my eye
and coyly said: "Hon, would you do me that favor that
you did last time?"
I stuttered, "But Lauren, you're pregnant now...
there's no need to clean out his cum."
Lauren rolled her head from side to side as a baby
might when asking for a present. "I know ... but it
really made my sore pussy feel good last time...and,
if you wouldn't really mind, I would kinda like to
continue to fuck Mike from time to time... and, I was
thinking that after I have the baby, I don't want to
go back on the pill because I want more ******* ... so,
it might be good practice for you so you'll be able
to get out all of his sperm when I'm not pregnant.
After all you don't really seem to mind, do you."
There was silence. Lauren looked at me, knowingly
biting her lower lip in a seductive fashion. My reply
came when I dropped to my knees and caught the dangling
globule of semen on my tongue, as she looked down at
me.
-=*=-
I must admit that I've grown accustomed to the taste
of Mike's come. During Lauren's pregnancy, she would
meet Mike a couple of times a month and come home for
cleaning. I became rather adept snaking my tongue at
the deeper recesses of her vagina (which have become
even deeper because of Mike).
In fact, in one position, where Lauren spreads her
legs and pulls them back over her shoulders, I can
even reach her cervix with my swabbing tongue. I feel
a lot better now than I did that first night about my
ability to extract Mike's sperm from her vagina.
Nevertheless, I still felt somewhat jealous and
humiliated by this whole routine. Towards the seventh
month of Lauren's pregnancy, I suggested that she
curtail her dalliances with Mike. She politely refused.
"Honey, I'm about to have my first baby. Childbirth
can be extremely painful, especially the first time.
I figure that it'll hurt a lot less if I am stretched
out down there as much as possible before hand. As
you've probably noticed, Mike's cock can really do
some stretching!"
So, instead of fewer encounters, Lauren started to see
Mike almost every day. She even began to bring him
home while I was there, "to do my Lamaze homework" as
she called it. Of course, when Mike left our bedroom,
I'd go in and lap up the remnants. Finally, after the
eighth month, the doctor told Lauren that she should
abstain until birth to avoid a premature delivery.
-=*=-
Well, that was five months ago, and we are now the
proud parents of a beautiful baby girl. She looks just
like Lauren. In the months since our baby's arrival,
things have been wonderful. We can't wait to have
another little blessing.
Lauren has worked diligently at regaining her figure.
She now fits into the same clothes as before her
pregnancy. This morning as I came out of the shower,
I caught her in the buff inspecting herself in front
of the mirror. She turned at all various angles, as
women are wont to do when sizing up their appearance.
It was amazing: not a single stretch mark on her body
from the pregnancy. She must have been made of rubber!
But one nice side effect was that her breasts were at
least one cup size larger, up to a full EE-cup now.
When she noticed me watching her, Lauren smiled and
said: "not too bad for a recent Mommy, wouldn't you
agree?"
"Lauren" I replied, "if I take off this towel I think
you'll see my body's answer to that question.
"Thanks, but you better keep the towel on or you'll
be late for work. Besides you may get a chance later
tonight to show me what's under that towel!"
"Ummm, great thought Honey." I said as I rubbed my
hands up and down her taut abdomen.
"Oh, by the way Hon, can you watch Lisa for a while
after work? I've got to run out for awhile ..."
"Sure, no problem. I'll be hard and ready when you get
back."
"I bet you will, lover. But, you better limber up that
great tongue of yours. I've got an urge to visit Mike.
Of course, I'm not exactly certain, but I think I
might be ovulating today. So, you'll need to be extra
thorough."
Lauren stared at me in the mirror. She hadn't been
with Mike since she was eight months pregnant with
Lisa. I thought she might have outgrown her desire
for him.
Of course, I now realize that she wanted to get her
figure back before seeing him again. There was no
mistaking the tingling anxiety pulsing through my
body. Except for that first unplanned encounter, my
efforts at removing Mike's sperm from Lauren's cunt
had not really mattered. Now, everything was again
on the line. I'm sure Lauren could feel my hard-on
pressing against her through my towel when I suggested
"Why not just have Mike use a condom".
She turned around and purposely looked down at the
protrusion in the front of my towel and replied: "Oh,
I thought of that. Unfortunately, Mike is allergic to
latex, so he can't. So, it's either go back on the
Pill or rely on your tongue. Since we are probably
going to start working on a brother for Lisa pretty
soon, the Pill's out of the question. So, it looks
like your tongue will just have to do the job. Don't
you agree?"
My silence signaled my response.
"I thought you'd see it my way." Lauren replied as she
patted my erection through the towel.
-=*=-
So, here I am. I just put Lisa down in her crib and
I'm waiting for Lauren to come home with her pussy
full of Mike's cum. I'm pretty confident that I can
intercept his sperm before they make their way up
inside Lauren's uterus. But, I'm a little bit worried
about the delay between the time that Mike actually
shoots his load at the mouth of Lauren's cervix and
the time that it takes for her to get home.
I should really put my foot down about this whole
business, but I do look forward to our sex after
Lauren comes home from on of her sessions with Mike.
I just worry about who is really Lisa's *******, and
who it will be who gets her pregnant the next time.
Oh well...
