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  “Almost there” he said as he fucked me, as if he was reading my mind.

  I felt his hands back under my knees, lifting me, giving himself whatever access point he felt he needed. He arrived at a position that suited him and continued to fuck me, and I could feel the new position putting gentle pressure directly on my clitoris. With each pass of his giant cock I could feel the tap of his body on my clit, and I felt my body starting to shake from the orgasm I had been trying to hold off.

  “OH…GOD…I’M…I’M CUMMING…” I heard myself squeal.

  I felt my ears ringing as the orgasm hit me, and I struggle to catch my breath as Billy kept fucking me. I could feel the throb his big cock and I knew that he was close. And I could feel the involuntary movements of my pussy – grabbing and releasing him through my orgasm, as if trying to coax the sperm from his body.

  “Oh – Oh that’s it!” he groaned, as he announced the inevitable.

  I felt his cock twitch before he announced his orgasm, and within moments I felt its expansion as it let loose inside of me. I felt his warmth spreading inside of me as his body convulsed, and I knew he was flooding me with his seed. His movement slowed and my exhausted body grew rigid around him, almost trapping him to stay inside of me while he finished with his orgasm. I felt him starting to lift up, but I wrapped my legs around him, trapping him against me.

  Chapter 7

  I was back at home – exhausted – lying in bed drifting off to sleep. Mark had sent me a text saying he was going to be late from work, the perfect opportunity for me come hope and avoid any discussions about our day. I was running through the events of the day and what I had done, justifying to myself one last time that I did what was necessary in order for us to start a family.

  My body was tired but alive – alive with what I hoped was the subtle, microscopic activity of new life taking hold inside of me. Somewhere in the foggy recesses of my brain I was still ticking off my fertile days on the calendar, doing mental calculations to determine when I would know for sure if I was pregnant. I was somewhere between the edge of consciousness and deep sleep when I felt his hand on my body.

  “Hey baby” Mark said, as he slipped into bed next to me.

  I uttered a grunt which would hopefully convey the fact I was sleeping.

  “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking” he went on, “And I think you’re right.”

  I had gone to bed wearing underwear, which was usually my way of waving the flag at him, letting him know I wasn’t ready for love making. But I could feel his fingers tracing their way across my ass as I lay on my stomach, feigning sleep. They didn’t trace long before I felt them, rising above my hips and slipping under the waist band. I felt him tug as the panties slowly worked their way down my legs.

  “I know you said before this was the weekend you were ovulating” my husband said, and I felt his fingers dipping between my thighs.

  I felt his fingers on the swollen lips of my pussy as I took a deep breath. My body was ripe with the moisture from my afternoon fucking, and I bit my lip as he slipped a finger inside of me. I was scrambling for an excuse to offer him for my dampness, at the same time I felt my tired body starting to respond to his touch.

  “Wow!” he said. “Someone is worked up – you really are ready to make babies.”

  I felt the weight of the bed relent as Mark stood and I heard the telltale sound of a zipper. I heard the rustling of clothes and then felt him back on the bed. I moaned and stretched as the only indication that I had awoken. And then I felt his hands on my hips, lifting my tired body from the bed.

  “Right there honey – let’s just do it like this. I read somewhere this is the best way to get pregnant” he said, as I felt him pushing into me from behind.

  I felt Mark slide into me with an uncharacteristic ease. His cock was warm and hard, and I felt my fatigue starting to dissipate as he started moving faster inside of my freshly fucked pussy.

  “Jesus you’re really wet” he said, and I gave him only a moan in response.

  I felt his hands on my hips as he gripped me and he started fucking me faster. I could smell the odor of sex from between my legs, and I thought about how the room was not tainted with the ever present scent of rubber. I knew Mark was not used to having sex without a condom, and I realized that he was not going to last long as I felt him fucking me faster from behind.

  I reached a hand underneath myself, between my legs. I raised my ass higher, giving him perfect access as I felt him starting to fuck me faster. Even as I listened to my husband moan, I reached up with my hand, gently cupping his balls.

  “Oh god Kelli” he moan, and I felt his hips buck and start to move faster.

  It was a move I knew he would like, and one that was likely to bring him to orgasm faster. I felt his body tense as he tried to swat my hand away, no doubt trying to make the sex last longer. I had all the sex I needed for the day though, but still wanted my husband’s orgasm. I pushed his hand away while I continued shifting underneath him.

  I felt his hands return to my hips as he continued fucking me, and once again I probed underneath him with my wandering hand. I touched his balls again, but moved my hand upward to his quickly moving shaft. I gripped him at the base, drawing him into me while gently stroking him. It was a combination I was certain would be too much for him, and he proved me right with a loud groan.

  “Jesus Kelli, what are you doing – Oh god…”

  I was still clutching my husband’s cock as I felt it jerk and start pouring his seed into me. I gently stroked him, feeling the throb of his cock as it released its nourishing sperm. When he finished I slumped forward. After months and months of trying to get him to fuck me unprotected, I had finally managed to do it – after first receiving it from someone else.

  Chapter 8

  We were both lying in bed exhausted. It was a different lifestyle for us, but one I had been wanting for the longest time. I put my hand on Mark, touching him, and lowering it down to his waist in an effort to tease him. I had just started slipping my hand into his briefs when we both heard the noise.

  It was the plaintive wail of our baby, drifting in from the nursery down the hall…

  Mark laughed as I rose off the bed to get our baby boy.

  “You wanted this” he said as I shuffled out of the room.

  I thought about that as I went to the nursery to get the baby. He was right, I had wanted it, but I knew now that he had wanted it too. And I learned that there were things I had wanted that I didn’t even know about when I had conceived over a year ago. But they were things he would never know about, and things that I would keep to myself.

  I brought the baby back into the bedroom and bounced him on my shoulder as I sat back on the bed. Mark looked up at touched the baby as he yawned, and I felt the baby respond back at him. I watched my husband as he looked at the sleepy baby, puzzling over some question in his head.

  “Which one of us do you think he looks like?” he asked.

  It was a question I had thought about more than once, and one I didn’t have an answer for yet.

  “I don’t know” I told him, “But I think we should have another.”

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