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I'd had a baby when I was 14 (young and gullible is my excuse) and so I knew that I was fertile. My problem, however, was that my husband and I had been trying to have a baby
for almost three years, and nothing had happened. I hadn't told him about the baby, so I couldn't very well say that he was the problem when I didn't get pregnant after so many months of trying. Actually, John had thought I was a virgin when we got married, and I didn't bother to enlighten him as to what the truth was. After I'd given the baby up for adoption, we moved to a different part of the country and started over, so he had no way of knowing any different when we married at 19.

I was 23 when we decided to have a baby, and our luck wasn't good. I tried to convince John that we should both go to be checked out, and he got all upset and huffed that he couldn't possibly be the problem. Fine! I went and got checked out, and as I'd thought, I was fertile and ready. It was his problem. But the part of me who'd been hurt at 14 wanted revenge, so I didn't tell him that he was the problem... instead, I told him I had to take fertility drugs... and I began my quest to find a father for my baby.

I had very strict standards: he had to resemble John, had to be a quiet, kind man (who wouldn't try to break up my marriage) and he had to be married. I wanted him to have as
much to lose as I did if word of the affair got out.

The first guy I considered was perfect, but too young. He was eighteen, but not married. I
knew he would have been delighted to fuck me, but I worried that he might get possessive
over the child.

The second guy I had my eye on was kind and married, but looked nothing like John. John was pale with sandy hair, this guy was olive-skinned and very dark. But he certainly
made my womb itch (figuratively, of course).

The third guy, my boss, was also a good candidate, but I liked my job... and his wife.

Then one day my cousin Matt blew into town for a visit. He was a great guy, and we had always gotten on well. He told me he'd recently gotten married to his college sweetheart, and showed me pictures of her... complete with very pregnant belly.

I practically drooled. Matt looked very like John, and had everything to lose if I managed
to seduce him and it came out. I knew I'd found my baby's father.

John went to soccer games every Friday evening, so I invited Matt over for "a light dinner". I didn't mention that I was on the menu! I wore my skimpiest outfit and made myself up to look sexy. I wanted him drooling over me.

Over dinner I artfully steered the conversation around to sex. What was sex like with his wife, now that she was pregnant? How did it feel knowing that he'd only have sex with one person for the rest of his life? I told him some saucy details about John and me, like how John liked me to wear garters and stockings and nothing else while we made love. How he liked to fuck me in public where there was a chance of getting caught...

I kept on until I could see that Matt was squirming. "Are you aroused?" I asked him suddenly. "Of course I am!" he said. "All that sex talk really got to me!"

I sat back in a way that showed off my tits. "Your wife is lucky. I imagine you'll have quite a reunion when you get home."

"Actually... she's had a few minor complications. The doctor said no sex until the baby is born."

"Poor baby... you must be so frustrated!" I tried to sound sympathetic, but I think I just
sounded horny.

Matt looked at me. "You're a slut," he said suddenly. "You're trying to get me hot so I'll
fuck you."

"Is it working?" I asked.

He looked almost disgusted. "This is why you got knocked up when you were 14."

I didn't bother to deny it. "But don't you want it, Matt? Have you never imagined what
that high school jock felt when he fucked me in the back of his pickup truck? Huh?" Matt
got up, and I saw his hard-on tenting his pants. I wanted it inside me! I slowly got off my chair and went over to him, placing my hand over his hard cock. "Haven't you wondered what it might be like to fuck your slut cousin?"

"Yes, damn you," he said, and grabbed me. He shoved me backwards onto the table, sending dishes, glasses and cutlery flying everywhere. I was beyond caring. I was going to get his cock in me, and I was going to get knocked up, and that was all.

My skirt was so short that when he opened my legs, it hitched right out of the way. I leaned back on my elbows, knowing my see-through thong panties were already moist. "Fuck me," I said.

Matt unbuckled his pants and pulled them and his underwear down to mid-thigh. His hard cock sprung up and waved at me. Oooh, yeah. He leaned forward and ripped my panties right off. I opened my legs as far as they would go so that he could see my needy cunt. "Do it," I said.

Matt took hold of his cock and lined it up with my snatch, then pushed in. "Aaah!" I said, lying back. Matt pulled out experimentally, then pushed back in. It felt soooo good. He did it again. Out... in. Out... in. I was completely rapturous. He was fucking me good and hard, and I was loving every second of it.

"Yeah, yeah," I chanted in time with his fucking. He grunted, "Uh... uh..." every time his cock slid into my wet channel. I could feel my orgasm approaching and I wrapped my legs around him. "Harder! Harder! Fuck me! I want your cum! Make me pregnant!"

At that last statement Matt froze up, groaned loudly, and shot his cum into me. He kept
cumming and cumming and my cunt muscles contracted, and I came, pulling his cum into
me. "Uuuuhh!"

I collapsed on the table like a rag doll, and Matt slumped over me, completely exhausted.
That had been the best fuck of my life.

We must have lain there for about 20 minutes, Matt's soft cock still inside me, but then I
heard an engine, and knew it was John coming home. Matt pulled out, and got himself back into his pants. I readjusted my clothes (sans panties) and started picking up the few broken dishes and glasses. I was just wrapping them in a plastic bag, with my panties underneath, when John walked in.

"Hey, Matt, Wendy said she'd have you over. How's it going?"

"Well, I slipped and broke some dishes," Matt said. "I'll pay for them," he offered, but John just waved him off.

"Don't be silly, you're family."

I put the plastic bag in the garbage and finished cleaning up the table. Matt offered to wash dishes, so I let him do that. I tried to stay away from John, because I was sure he'd be able to smell sex on me.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom, where I freshened up slightly, and put clean panties on. I came out as Matt was preparing to go. I kissed him on the cheek, and he just gave me a stern look. "Thanks for dinner, Wendy."

"Seeya!" I said, following him to the door, then waving as he drove away.

Two months later I announced to John that I was pregnant.