The Will to Conceive: A Fertile Hotwife Adventure Read online

  The Will to Conceive

  Sylvia Redmond

  Copyright 2016 by Night Watch Publishing. All rights reserved.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  This story contains sexually explicit content and is intended for readers over 18 years of age. By downloading this document you acknowledge that you are over 18 years of age. All fictitious characters who are engaged in sexual acts in this book are likewise over 18 years of age, whether explicitly stated or not.

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  “I told Julie to take it easy. I knew she was drinking too much, and she couldn’t hold her alcohol well. I thought maybe she was doing it on purpose, because of some of the things we had talked about. But this was not the place. Once it happened though, I couldn’t believe how exciting it was. I can’t believe some of the things the guys did to her, but was even more shocked at some of the wives. Aren’t women supposed to look out for each other in these types of situations?”

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 1

  The timing was near perfect, I knew it and I was pretty sure he did too. It had been something we both wanted, or at least that was what he had led me to believe several years ago. The only thing I was really certain of now was that it was all I wanted – and I thought of little else.

  And I held the key to my obsession right in the palm of my hand.

  I looked at it, marveling that the secret to everything I wanted lay nestled deep inside. I cupped both my hands around it, as if it was a precious secret that no one else could see. I studied it as I ran my fingers over it, delighting in the way I made it move. And then I heard my husband moan, and I felt his hand pushing insistently on the back of my head.

  “Oh god baby, that feels so good” he said.

  His gesture was not subtle, and I opened my mouth to take in the tip of his beautiful baby maker. It was that time of the month again – the tiny section on the calendar when I would be the most fertile, and the most likely to benefit from my husband’s seed. I could taste it now, that sweet salty stickiness nestled on the tip of his cock like the icing on a delicious cupcake. And now more than ever I wanted what he was holding back inside of me.

  The deeper the better…

  I sucked his cock long and slow, because I knew that was the way he liked it. It was the give and take we had gone through for months now, although the giving had been almost entirely on my part. I was desperate to make him carry through on his promise of delivering me a baby, and when that small window approached each month I treated him like a porn star in his own feature film. But so far he had succeeded only in frustrating me, and my patience was starting to wear thin.

  He was groaning, his body twisting under mine, and I feared he would be getting closer. I let his cock slip from my hands as I swung my leg over his body, positioning myself over top of him. He was still alert despite his arousal, and his hand immediately went to the nightstand drawer when he sensed me ready to mount him. It only took a second, but I could see the glint of the tiny foil package in his fumbling right hand.

  Fuck it all!

  I was nothing if not determined thought – being desperate for a baby was starting to make me crazy. He was starting to bring his hands together, and I knew once they met he would be tearing the little condom wrapper open. And once that happened, I was only a thin layer of plastic away from having my dreams crushed yet again.

  “No!” I cried out, surprising both of us with the outburst.

  I leaned forward instinctively and grabbed the hand holding the condom. The weight of my body shifted forward, and my other hand caught his opposing arm as I pinned both his hands behind his head. For such a spontaneous move, I had incapacitated him perfectly, and the result placed my tits directly into his face. In an effort to keep him from protesting, I lowered a hard nipple into his slowly opening mouth.

  “Oh yeah…” he started to moan, but his voice was quickly extinguished in favor of the gentle sounds of slurping.

  I could feel his stiffness underneath me as I shifted my body over him. His tongue was busy on my nipples, making it increasingly harder to concentrate while I moved my lower body. My pussy was wet and warm and waiting, and I hovered it over his bobbing cock with excruciating patience as I tried to trap it without the benefit of sight. I felt his body twitch and for a split second I felt the stiff head of his cock nestle itself perfectly in the folds of my waiting pussy.

  I shifted my weight back and felt the glorious, unmistakable feeling of his stiff cock pushing its way inside of me. Where I was used to feeling a layer of rubber I felt only skin, and the wet walls of my pussy seemed to grab at it and pull it in deeper. There was nothing between Mark and I but a layer of our combined juices as I settled the weight of my body completely on to him. I realized I still had his arms pinned behind him but I didn’t care – I just wanted to get down to the business of fucking my husband to orgasm.

  “Oh God, wait…” he moaned, but it was plenty obvious I wasn’t waiting.

  I started moving my hips faster, determined to milk his body of every last precious ounce of his sperm. I could feel the edges of my own orgasm, pulling at my body like a thousand tiny hands, but I ignored them all as I felt his cock throbbing harder inside of me. My tits were swinging over his face as I fucked him, practically threatening to black out an eye if he rose his head to protest. After months of frustrated attempts, I was certain that I was seconds away from wrestling away my prize.

  “No, no, no…” he started murmuring, the intensity growing with each instance of the word.

  He started to move his hands, shattering any illusion I had that I would be able to keep him pinned down. He was far too strong for that – I felt his hands slip out from under mine and grab onto my moving hips. He lifted me as if he was performing a well-rehearsed ballet move and within seconds I found myself on my back.

  “Jesus baby, you’re going to make me cum” he said, stating the absolute obvious.

  I saw the glint of the foil in his hands again as he tore the package open and removed the god forsaken condom. I watched as he started to roll the latex down his cock that was still wet with my juices. Even as he did it I could smell that distinctive smell that condoms have – rubbery and artificial and disgusting.

  It was the smell of no babies for Kelli…

  He put the condom on with the quickness of someone who had a lot of practice and in a moment he was back between my legs. I felt him lifting my legs to his shoulders, preparing to give me a fucking I knew would leave marks. And I wanted it, I wanted it so badly. But the thing I wanted even more I knew would be denied to me yet again.

  “Oh God baby, yes” he groaned, and I felt his stiffness enter me all over again.

  He started fucking me with the earnestness of a man who had been close to the edge. His hands weren’t impeded anymore, and he started using them to touch every part of me that he could. I wanted to be angry with him – he had just denied me a baby for the umpteenth time. But as I felt my orgasm creep forward I resigned myself to figure out another way.

  I could feel his breathing getting faster and I knew he was likely a minute away at the m
ost. I could read my husband like a book, and I had only hoped that I would have been on top of him listening to his faster breathing. I wanted to be the one guiding the action, eliciting his orgasm, while I rode him, unprotected…

  I listened to him groan as I felt him swell inside of me. It was an instantaneous biological response, but to me it felt like a lifetime. I felt his cock swell with the untold riches of his nourishing sperm, and I was foolishly jealous of the condom that would be denying me. And all at once I felt the breath leave his body as his hips shook and I felt him release inside of me.

  “Oh God yeah” he moaned, as I felt his body twitching.

  I knew that his cock was sending torrents of sperm into the impenetrable walls of the condom. I felt his hips shaking as I imagined him, naked inside of me, filling me with his warmth that was no doubt surrounding his cock in that rubber. It was what he had promised me before walking down the aisle, and for reasons defying explanation it was a promise he was denying me now. But as I felt his body collapse on top of mine I was determined to find another way.

  Chapter 2

  “Double mochaccino, extra tall, hold the whip cream.”

  I was sullen from my latest bout of disappointing baby making, and I was falling back to one of my age old remedies – clothes shopping and coffee. The shopping had gotten old fast, which was further proof that my frustrated maternal instincts were larger than my run of the mill problems. So I had moved on to coffee in the momentary hope of making myself feel better.

  I loved my husband, but to say he was frustrating the shit out of me would have been putting it lightly. He had pledged to me during our engagement that ours would be a life full of children and happiness, yet in the five years we had been married he had fallen short on the children part. For the first couple of years he had gotten by with the excuse that we should wait – we needed to be financially stable before bringing little ones into the picture. But he was making more money that we would ever need now, but for some reason his hesitation to start a family had persisted.

  I thought about the irony of my situation as I slid down the coffee bar to wait for my order. All my life I was raised to abstain from sex until I was married. I fought through every date I had in college, trying to keep my legs closed until I found the right guy. And with the few guys I had fucked I had always insisted on protection – I had sworn to myself I that I was not going to get knocked up accidentally.

  And right now I would just about sell my soul to the devil to get knocked up, whatever the cost.

  It almost wasn’t worth bringing it up with Mark anymore. The last time we had discussed it, it escalated quickly into a fight that spiraled out of control. For reasons that I couldn’t understand he still wasn’t ready, and all I had left was trying to bait him in the bedroom into getting me pregnant.

  Fuck it all!

  I pulled out my iPhone and brought up my calendar. If ‘obsessed’ had a mascot, it was a girl with her ovulation schedule marked on her phone’s calendar. I looked at the days that I had marked off in orange, and saw that I had a couple left where I would be in my peak for putting a bun in the oven. And Mark had already frustrated me once by pulling out that little foil-covered dream killer.

  “Here you go lady”

  I looked up to grab the coffee, somehow managing to do it while still looking at the calendar on my tiny little screen. I could go back in the mall and buy some sexy little lingerie number, another piece of bait to throw in front of my stubborn, sexually satiated husband. Although the thought of seducing him again, only to get fucked with another condom on was a possibility that I didn’t even really want to hassle with. If only there was some other way…

  “Kelli? Kelli Weaver?”

  The voice was familiar to me even before I turned to see his face. And once I saw his face it took a minute for the recognition to hit me. Ten years is a long time to not have seen a person, and a lot can happen in that span to age a person beyond recognition. But as I slowly realized who it was, I also realized that the ten years had been good to him.

  “Billy? Billy Cooper?”

  He showed me a smile full of white teeth before throwing his head back to laugh.

  “Holy shit! It’s been a long time since anyone’s called me Billy, but I’m willing to let you slide Kelli – you look fucking great!”

  “That’s ok” I told him, thinking that it had been both the best and the worst time to give me a compliment like that. “It’s been a long time since anyone’s called me Kelli Weaver either.”

  I held up my ring finger, showing him the white gold band that was keeping the large diamond from slipping off my finger.

  “Yeah that seems about right” he said. “I didn’t figure you’d be the kind of girl that would be on the market for long. Look, I’d love to catch up with you, but I’m expecting a call that I need to take. My place is only a few blocks from here – why don’t you come over and have your coffee there? I’d love to hear about Mr. Kelli Weaver.”

  On the surface it was an innocent suggestion, from a guy that I had dated for nearly a year and a half. But I knew I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to be catching up with a guy like Billy Cooper – or Bill Cooper – or whatever the fuck people were calling him now. There were reasons why we had stopped dating – reasons that made it a foolish idea for me to be alone with him now. Every one of those reasons played through my head in a blur after he asked me to visit. It was just a bad idea.

  “Sure, I’d love to come by.”

  Chapter 3

  I had started dating Billy Cooper when I was a junior in high school. He was one of the stars of the football team. He smoked cigarettes outside the school in front of teachers without giving a shit. He had a tattoo before I can remember anyone in school ever having a tattoo. My parents hated him and I’m pretty sure I got grounded at least a dozen times for seeing him against their wishes.

  He was a bad boy before bad boys were even a thing…

  In the year and a half we dated I know everyone in the school thought that we were fucking. I was no prude in high school and I wasn’t a virgin, but I had never fucked Billy Cooper. And it wasn’t for lack of trying on his part, I spent most weekends wrestling him in the back seat of his mustang, back in the days where two people could barely fit in the back seat of a mustang. He tried to fuck me every chance he got, and I’m still amazed we dated for as long as we did. And he never knew the truth about why I hadn’t fucked him.

  The truth was, I was scared…

  I still remember being in the back seat of that damn sexy car of his, parked in a parking lot and letting him touch every part of my young, willing body. It was a weekend I had made the decision – I was going to fuck Billy Cooper. And as I felt his hands on my body grabbing at me I knew he was ready to fuck me.

  He had his hands on my tits grabbing at me, the way that every boy I had ever made out with did. Boys were as transparent as their grown-men counterparts, and I knew that my chest was talked about in conversations in the locker rooms and bathrooms where boys had the privacy to talk about such things. I had blossomed early and hadn’t stopped until I had turned legal, and Billy was unhooking my bra to take full advantage of it. And I could feel my pussy getting wetter as I slid my hands to his waist and started to unbutton his pants.

  It had been the closest I had gotten to his cock at that stage of our dating relationship. Billy Cooper had only been treated to sucking on my tits and dry humping me at that point. I can still remember his eyes opening wide as my hands worked his waist – first the button, and then the slow unzipping of his pants. I tried to take advantage of what little light the moon was giving us. Between his hands on my tits and the steamy air in the car, it was a wonder I was able to unzip him at all. But there was another problem.

  At that point in my life I’m guessing my hands had pulled down a thousand zippers, all my own of course, but this one was providing resistance that few others had. I had a jacket that had a zipper that routinely got caught ann
oyingly on its own fabric, and for a minute I thought I had done the same fucking thing to Billy Cooper’s pants. He eased off my young breasts so that I could bring both hands to the effort and I realized right away what the problem was. The zipper was having trouble clearing the bulge in his pants.

  The bulge in his pants was, in a word, immense…

  I was able to push his erection down with one hand while freeing the zipper with my other. His cock sprang back like it had a mind of its own and without even thinking about it I drew his underwear down. My mind couldn’t grasp how a cock could be so big as the one that was keeping me from undressing him. But when it sprang into view I think both my body and my mind matured about a dozen years.

  Even in the dim light of the moon his cock looked immense. In fact, I often wondered if it looked bigger in the light of that moon, in the tiny backseat of that damn mustang. I grasped it reflexively with two hands while I listened to the mighty Billy Cooper let out a moan and I realized right then and there that there was no way I was getting that huge cartoon cock in my barely experienced pussy.

  I opened my mouth and immediately went down on it, wanting to touch it as long as I could without him expecting to fuck me with it. I’m sure he had expected a blow job all along – I’m sure that he didn’t know that I had planned on fucking him that night. I gave him head that night and I would give him head every night after that, every time that we were alone. Because as much as that fucking cock intrigued me there was no way I was letting him fuck me with it.

  We had broken up with Billy thinking I was a prude for not letting him fuck me. The truth was that I was enamored of it – both fascinated by it and fearful of it. And my youthful inexperience told me there was no way I could handle it.

  But that was ten years ago. I was fearful of a lot of things then that made me laugh now. Speaking up in class, wearing a certain outfit, worrying about what the cool girls thought of me – they were all youthful fears of a teenage girl that seemed silly now. Seemed silly to a married woman, who was now sitting in the apartment of the same man who had wrestled with me half naked all those years ago…