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Subject: "Insemination in September" [MFm, preg, wife] Part 1
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Insemination in September
Part 1
The leaves were begining 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. She is the
picture of feminimity and fertility. At 23 years of age,
Lauren's breasts were full and her once tom-boy body had
matured into a woman with 36-26-35 measurements. Her
natural blond hair cascades down her back to just above her
firm ass.
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 just another chore on my daytimer 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 my insurance.
Perhaps out of subconscious avoidance, I didn't notice the
"star" notation in my daytimer 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 candle holder. A empty bottle of chardonney
was turned upside down in the ice bucket.
"Holy, shit!" 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 intercourse.
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 me and my lousy day. 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 particulary clever bit of reparte':
She said "Fuck You!"
I replied "No, Fuck 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 wrist watch
which read 3:24 AM. Just as I was about to stumble back to
the bedroom when 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 acquintance of mine from the city
softball league. Mike was our clean-up hitter. He's a big
guy, probably 6 ft. 3 inches and 210 lbs. He and I had
not been close friends during the season, but he seemed
like a decent guy. He was nice enough 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 Lauren's
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 drunk too.
After a moment, Lauren came out of the bedroom and said to
Mike, "That dick-head, he'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 a 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 a little jealous, but on the other
hand I was alot stubborn. I resolved myself to let Lauren
get herself out of the mess she was getting herself into.
I suppose that it was the alcohol, but Lauren didn't pull
away. instead, she began to kiss Mike back. Their tongues
were battling one another and Mike began to knead Lauren's
breasts. Almost immediately, Lauren's 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 teddy underneath.
Lauren was begining to breath hard as the continued to deep
kiss. Mike adroitly was unzipping the back of Lauren's
dress.
Again, commonsense would have brought any normal husband
barrelling in to put an end to Mike's moves. But, the beer
and my bruised male ego prevented any common sense from
surfacing.
In one motion, Mike brought Lauren's dress 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 his large hand between Lauren's long legs, and
began massaging the growing wet spot at the crotch of her
teddy. Lauren's body writhed impulsively as Mike
manipulated her genitals through the sopping silk material.
In what must have been a practiced manuver 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
crotch of Lauren's teddy 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
extracate herself from the developing dilemma.
Lauren seemed to be resisting Mike's onslaught, but Mike
had found Lauren's Achilles'Heel: her clit. As he
increased the speed and pressure on Lauren's love button,
Lauren capitulated somewhat and spread her legs wider to
permit Mike greater access. Mike sensed his success and
slid a second finger into Lauren's pussy.
Maybe Lauren didn't immediately recognize the significance
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 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 her bare legs and drenched Mike's pistoning
hand. Her cunt began to make slurping sounds when 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 an incredible
orgasm. Rather than cheating Lauren out of her pleasure,
Mike delyed his prior plan and worked Lauren's pussy and
clitoris like a musical instrument. Time and time again,
Lauren's breasts and belly heaved and her pelvis bucked
with orgasm after orgasm.
When Lauren returned to a plateau, 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 blow job, I thought: "Thank
God! Now that she's come, she's regained her composure.
She's only going to suck him off."
In willing agreement, Mike shifted his position to make it
easier for Lauren to blow 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 nine inches and in girth it appeared as
wide as Lauren's wrist. When Lauren tried to grasp Mike's
engorged member, her fingers could not quite encircle the
rod. It was so heavy with infused blood that Mike's dick
could only point out at about a 45 degree angle. Yet, the
most prominent feature was Mike's bulbous glans which was
even larger than the remainder of his cock.
Lauren was obviously enthralled by Mike's penis. She was
only familiar with mine, which I had figured would keep
Lauren happy if she didn't know anything better. Yet,
Mike's nine inch monster was far more difficult to handle
than my six incher. Lauren must have realized that there
was no way she could get more than a few inches down her
throat.
Lauren began kissing and licking Mike's dick in an
uncharacteristicly 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 Mike testicles in hopes of bringing him
off. Mike's balls matched his cock in dimemsions. They
were more than a handful and ripe as grapefruit.
After about ten minutes of straining to wrap her lips
around Mike's prodigous organ, Lauren's jaw grew sore. 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 fetility cycle.
Mike guided her back to her feet and swept her up into his
arms. With his cock swaying back and forth, Mike walked
over to our living room sofa and laid Lauren down on her
back. From my vantage point, I could see Lauren's cunt
clearly. It was sopping and her labia were swollen and red
from the finger fuck. Mike waisted no time in positioning
himself between Lauren's splayed legs. Mike's plump
testicles obstructed the sight on his cock as it eased
itself into Lauren's fertile pussy. Mike took it quite
slowly, until he was completed imbedded and his balls
rested on Lauren's ass.
As he withdrew and began to pump it back in, Lauren started
to breath 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 interpersed
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 Lauren's
cervix. Mike's 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 come!" Mike started to
slide his cock out of Lauren's stretched pussy, but then
Lauren wrapped her legs around Mike's waist and forcefully
pulled him back until she was again fully impaled. The
sudden motion must have been too much for Mike. He groaned
deeply, his whole body tensed and his buttocks clenched as
he ejaculated. I saw Lauren's hand reach around and begin
to knead Mike's overinflated scrotum.
To my despair, Mike continued to grunt with smaller thrusts
(since his dick was already as at the very end of Lauren's
vagina). As he did, Lauren's fingers deftly stroked and
squeezed and Mike's testicles slowly deflated. After about
90 seconds, Mike's balls were a wrinkled, normal size. 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.
Mike leaned over to peck Lauren on the cheek, but she was
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
vantage, 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 fluids.
My mind was racing and all logical thoughts were jumbled.
Initially, I suppose I thought that Lauren would come to
and clean herself out, maybe even douche. But, she just
laid there, her eyes shut and her breasts heaving in the
aftermath of God knows how many orgasms.
Well, if she wasn't going to do something, I had to. I
emerged from the shadows looking around for something to
use to clean out Lauren's soddened channel to her womb. Of
course, there was nothing in the living room.
Instinctively...desperately, I kneeled between Lauren's
thighs. The aroma was strong and pungent. 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.
Frustrated, 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. The taste was salty and
tangy. Initially, I recoiled, but I forced 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 Lauren begin
to moan quietly. She gyrated her hips bringing her pubis
closer to my mouth.
When my tongue could go no deeper down the over-enlarged
cavern of her 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 misson and ignored the
sounds. When I came up for a brief breath, I saw that
Lauren's eyes were visible through the slits of her eye
lids. There was a smirk on her lips. She grasped the back
of my head and guided my mouth back its job.
After a good twenty minutes of licking, slurping and
sucking every reachable remnant of Mike's seed from
Lauren's vagina, I felt I had succeeded. 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 entered Lauren. In
fact, there was virtually no friction. 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 of
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. 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.
Continued in Part 2
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