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A cynic might say that no good deed goes unpunished. That may be so but I know differently.

My name is John but my friends call me Jack. I was divorced from my ex two years ago when I was almost twenty-eight. We had been married three years before that when I was twenty-five (if you do the math) and Donna was twenty-three.

Maybe we were married too young and. I guess we didn’t know each other as well as I thought. The issue between us had become children. I was ready for them and Donna wasn’t. Her career in graphic design had begun to take off and she wanted to concentrate on that. I worked in the engineering department (I don’t wear glasses and a pocket protector!) of a mid-sized firm and felt my career was on a good path too. Maybe good enough for Donna to not go back to work after a baby if that’s what she wanted. If she wanted to work, other couples found ways to do that as well.

>From when we starting having sex, we used condoms for birth control. Rarely did I get to cum in Donna. We took a chance on our honeymoon because she had calculated the time to be safe. We went back to rubbers a few days into our wedding night but for a short time, I found my self really living my fantasy of giving Donna my baby. Maybe I wasn’t ready for her to get pregnant then either, but I still found the risk to be such a turn-on. Feeling the moist heat of her pussy engulfing my bare cock made me cum harder than I ever had before..

Well, as I said before, things just didn’t work out. I thought we had loved each other enough to work something out but I was wrong. We decided to cut our loses and split up amicably except for a few squabbles over minor possessions (“that’s MY Nine Inch nails CD!”) I came to terms that it was for the best, but there were still some rough times.

OK, so fast forward two years. My professional life was going very well but my social life was a disaster. I’m not a singles bar kind of guy and although I had dates, I wasn’t having any sex.. Well, tellin’ a lie…I wasn’t having sex with anyone else. Not phone sex, not cyber sex and certainly not the good old fashioned, person-to-person, glistening with sweat, bumbin’ uglies sex. No, it was the take yourself out on a date, buy yourself a couple of drinks, take yourself home and have your way with yourself sex. I wasn’t weird about it, I didn’t tie myself up first.

Ingrid worked in a different department than mine and although we didn’t work much together there was still a fair amount of contact between us. Ingrid had been there for maybe a few months longer than I had. I’m about five-eleven and Ingrid was tall enough to look me in the eyes if she wore a good heel. She was fair skinned with long, straight auburn hair. She was on the thin side, waif-ish. Although most man-pigs would probably have paid more attention to a woman with larger boobs if they were standing side by side, Ingrid still had a very sexy quality about her. At least I thought so. Donna had been a little on the thin side too.

Ingrid and I had a friendly relationship at work. I would always get a bright smile from her when we passed in the hallway or met in the break room. Every so often, some of us would meet at a local nearby bar after work and she always laughed at my jokes. There might even have been some flirting going on. I knew Ingrid was single but I had the impression, from bits of girl-talk wafting around the office, that she was seeing some one. I suppose my policy of not getting involved with any one at work kept me from pursuing anything more personal with her.

There came a time, when I thought I noticed a change in Ingrid’s appearance. Was it my imagination or were her breasts getting larger? I thought so. Implants? Despite her fuller figure, I still managed to look her in the eye when she approached me in the break room one afternoon.

“Hi, Alex. How’s your day going?” she asked with a smile that was good to see.

“Not to bad, Ingrid. Almost the week end, thank God. How about you?” I smiled back.

“Actually, speaking of the week end, I’m just going to be bold and ask you a question. Ask a favor really.”

“What can I do for you?” I had no idea where this was going but I didn’t have that feeling of dread you get when certain friends or relatives ask a favor like, “can you help me move on Saturday?” I was actually eager to hear what she wanted of me.

“Phil told me you have a pick-up truck?”

Don’t ask me why, but a year and a half ago I had traded in my hatch-back for a full size pick up truck. Just for a change. It wasn’t one of those top of the line, small penis compensating for, million candle power lights on the roll cage, wall climbing tire pick ups. Just a standard size with a full size bed. Point of fact, I had begun to think about trading it in on something practical.

“Ah, yeah…as a matter of fact I do. What’s up?”

“I hate to ask but it would really help me out…could you give my brother a hand moving something to my apartment on Saturday?” she asked with a look that wasn’t quite pleading.

Move furniture on Saturday? What could the odds have been? What could I say?

“Ah, sure…what needs to be moved?”

“Just two or three pieces I’m getting from my brother’s girl friend’s sister. I wouldn’t ask you to risk your back…my brother has a friend for that. We just need a truck.”

What could I say?. I told her that it shouldn’t be a problem and she was very grateful. She gave me directions to her brother’s girl friend’s sister’s house and that’s where we met Saturday morning. As it turned out, the furniture we loaded into my truck was a crib, baby’s dressed and a changing tablet. Uh-huh. Did this have anything to do with her growing bosom? Uh-huh indeed.

Ingrid introduced me to her brother Tommy and his friend Joey. She told Tommy to drive her car back to her apartment with his friend Joey and she would keep me company on the ride to her place. When we were on our way, Ingrid turned to me, I suppose you’re wondering why I’m moving baby furniture into my apartment?”

“I’m guessin’ you’re pregnant,” I tried to say in a joking tone.

She glanced at me and then straight a head and smirked, As a matter of fact, I am. Why does it show?”

I tried to act surprised even though it’s the first thing that popped into my head. She had found out two months ago. The father was her boyfriend of six months and had basically split when she told him. I guess a surprise like that has freaked a lot of guys out and he won’t be the first or last to dump his seed and run but that didn’t make him any less of a scum-bag ass-hole. I fibbed to Ingrid that she wasn’t showing yet and I was just being a smart ass with my answer. Ice had definitely been broken so I went a little further and asked if she would feel better talking about it. By now, we had reached her apartment and she said maybe a little later, after we were done.

It wasn’t much of a risk to my back. Hell, I’m pretty good shape if I do say so myself, but the furniture wasn’t really heavy or awkward. After everything was where Ingrid wanted it, she offered the three of us the standard furniture moving remuneration of beer and pizza. Tommy surprised her by declining because his girl friend had stuff for him to do. Joey teased him about his girl friend being a bitch and Tommy told him that Joey should know all about that because after all, it was Joey’s sister he was dating. Joey scratched his head mimicking a dullard and said, “Oh yeah.”

Ingrid turned to me and asked if I was interested. Since I hadn’t worked up a real sweat and didn’t feel too funky, I accepted. I shook hands good bye with Tommy and Joey and Tommy thanked me again for helping out his sister. I told him it was no sweat. Nothing was said about the reason Ingrid need the furniture.

Ingrid called in a pizza order but realized she didn’t have any beer. I told her no problem, whatever she had was fine. As we waited for the pizza, we sat on the couch and continued where we had left off. It seemed that Ingrid was willing to take our relationship to a more personal level beyond our office interaction. We talked about her situation and how she was coping. Yes, her family knew including Tommy who was still looking to cripple his future niece or nephew’s father for what he had done. Speaking of her pregnancy had started to have an affect on me that I realized was becoming difficult to conceal. I couldn’t help thinking of Ingrid as her boy friend fucked her full with his baby. Were they in bed? The sofa where we sat or the back of his car? This was really turning me on and I hoped Ingrid wasn’t noticing the bulge in my shorts. About that time, the pizza came and thankfully Ingrid jumped up to answer the door. It was Algebra II all over with sexy Mrs. Peters call!
ing me up to the chalk board at a most inopportune time.

By the time she returned, my erection had subsided enough so I thought I could stand up without Ingrid thinking I was like those other man-pigs. We sat at her kitchen table and ate. I asked what she was going to do about the baby. Have it, of course, she said. She told me that although this was an unplanned surprise, she always wanted kids. It just turned out that she would be having one sooner than she thought and without a husband. I told her that I admired her for that and that I thought I knew how she felt. Then I told her my story with Donna. She said she knew I was divorced from the office skuttle butt but she didn’t know any details.

The time eventually came for me to say adios and I rose to leave. Ingrid thanked me again, leaned up, and kissed my cheek with her soft lips. As we stood at the door I told her I had a confession. I told her that I had noticed changes in her body that might make a person wonder if she was pregnant. She blushed a little, looked down at her breasts and said,” Yeah, I know my belly is still pretty flat but the Titty Fairy has definitely paid a visit. That’s the one thing I’m looking forward to!” I told her that I thought she looked beautiful before, that she was one of the prettiest women I knew.

This was heady stuff. Normally I wouldn’t have thought of asking a woman I worked with for a date. Anyway, the next thing I knew, I was doing just that…asking Ingrid for a date and to my joy and surprise she agreed to a movie if she could buy the popcorn.

And thus began our courtship. Over the coming weeks we began to spend a lot of time together, getting to know each other. Our physical relationship started with a goodbye kiss after our first date but before too long things started to heat up and it wasn’t long before we found ourselves facing each other in my bedroom. We were both naked and I was drinking in Ingrid’s beauty with both eyes. We had started on the couch, kissing and caressing each other through our clothes as we had been doing up until then. This night we would go further then we ever had. All the way.

Ingrid had been stroking my thigh through my jeans with her nails and it was easy for her to tell that it was driving my crazy especially when she began to tease the outline of my rock hard cock through my pants. It wasn’t long before the front of my shorts was moist with the pre-cum oozing from my cock. While she whipped me into frenzy, my fingers were teasing her nipples through her T-shirt. Our mouths met in a deep, wet kiss and we were both breathing harder. I knew the moment had come when Ingrid broke our kiss long enough to whisper in my ear, “Oh God, baby…I need to feel your cock in me!” That was all I needed to hear. Taking her by the hand I led her into the bedroom where we stood inches apart at the foot of the bed. “Let me see you naked,” she said. My eyes stayed locked on hers as I watched her watch me strip. In a few moments I was standing before her naked with my cock sticking straight out at her, glistening at the tip. Now our eyes looked together as she reache!
d down and pulled the T-shirt over her head exposing her breasts that had continued to swell over the past weeks. Now she was just wearing a pair of short cut off jeans that had just recently begun to be a little snug in the waist as once flat belly had a slight bump to it now. I reached down and undid the button of her shorts and then slowly slid the zipper down and helped her wriggle out of them. I slipped my hands behind her back just above her ass and drew her to me. My throbbing cock was pressed firmly against her belly as we kissed again. Then Ingrid said “Please fuck me now,” and that’s exactly what I did.

Laying her down on the bed I got between her legs. She was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. As much as I love to give oral, that would wait for another time. Right now all I wanted was to bury my cock as deep in Ingrid’s pussy as I could. I rubbed myself up and down her slit and over her clit. The sensation of feeling her naked against me was indescribable. It had been years since I had felt this and now the long wait was over. With one sure stroke I slid myself into her, forcing a gasp of pleasure from her. As we began to fuck, I began to think again of Ingrid being impregnated by her boy friend…how another man was doing what I was now doing but with the chance change her life forever. It was lucky for me that Ingrid was close to cumming too because I was almost there. My long dry spell and bare cock in naked pussy was too much and the next thing I knew, I was spurting deep inside her. I think she must have felt me cum and the feeling of my release deep inside her tr!
iggered her own orgasm. I don’t think I lasted five minutes that first time but when it was all over, we were both gasping for air.

We lay in each other’s arms in the after glow and talked. It was then that I told her what I had been thinking of as we fucked. She considered this for a few moments and said, “I knew it was risky when I let Richie talk me in to not using a rubber but part of me wanted it too. Well, we get what we pay for, I guess,” she said as she rubbed her belly.

“I think you got the best of the deal,” I told her and then kissed her. The next thing we knew it was the next morning.

Two weeks after that, I knew that I had fallen in love with Ingrid. I got up the courage to tell her so and asked if she would marry me. I knew I’d been wrong before about love but this just felt so right. She made me the happiest man in the world when she told me yes with tears of joy. She wanted to be sure, though, that I was alright raising another man’s child. I told her I wouldn’t be raising another man’s child…I would be raising our child. The donation of a single cell didn’t make the baby she was carrying belong to anyone who would run away after planting his seed. Besides, was this really much different than if she was divorced with a child? This way, I would be the only father her child would know.

We were married in a civil ceremony shortly after. Tommy was pleased to be my best man and his girl friend, Beth was Ingrid’s maid of honor. I don’t know who at work thought I was the father and who knew I wasn’t and I didn’t care. It was nobody’s business. Ingrid worked until her eight month. By then, she was very pregnant but hadn’t really gained a lot of weight as most of it seemed to be baby. And breasts! Sex had continued to be great until it did become a little tiring for her. It was bliss just lying in bed together. A month after that, we brought a beautiful baby girl home who we named Emily after Ingrid’s grand mother.

Life has been wonderful. We each have someone to love and be loved by and have started looking for a house with three or four bed rooms. We plan on giving Emily some company as soon as we can. Let the cynics think what they want. As for me, my good deed had it’s own reward.