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First off, let me say that I love being pregnant. I've been pregnant four times so far, and have loved it every time. It's not just the sensation of having a baby growing inside me, but the fact that I get even more horny than usual when I'm pregnant.

I got married at eighteen, and almost immediately had two children, only eighteen months apart. My husband enjoyed those pregnancies as much as I did, because I conspired to get his cock in me at least twice a day, if not more. On weekends we'd fuck four times a day if we had nothing else to do.

When our second child was two, I started feeling empty and wanted to be knocked up again. Dan (my husband) didn't want any more kids, even though he enjoyed the fringe benefits of my pregnancies. Two kids were quite enough. Food, clothing, school, it would all add up, and we were comfortable enough for two kids - we'd already started paying into a college fund for both of them - but more wouldn't be financially sound.

I was devastated even though I knew the reasons behind it. I was on the Pill, and every day when I took it, I had the idea to 'forget' to take it. A couple of times I almost - almost - flushed it, but I knew that the trust between us would be broken, even if Dan believed my story.

But Dan still knew I craved pregnancy, and one day when I was watching some chick flick and trying not to get upset as the main character mothered her infant, he said, "What about surrogacy?"

I was very surprised, but we discussed the idea and it seemed like the answer to my problem: if I became a surrogate mother, I would get to be pregnant, Dan would get the benefits, and some childless couple would end up with the baby.

So we contacted an agency, filled in all the forms, had our pictures and those of the kids
taken, and waited. Three months after signing up, we were chosen by a couple in their mid-thirties who were infertile. I was thrilled.

But let me say, there is nothing romantic about artificial insemination. Having doctors poking you isn't my idea of fun. But on the second attempt, it worked. I knew I was pregnant because after two weeks, all I could think about was having Dan's cock in me.

I had been horny with the first two, but this third pregnancy turned me into a sex maniac. Dan would hardly be through the door when I'd pounce. "Fuck me, please fuck me," was my usual pronouncement. Dan would sometimes just unzip, lift me up and fuck me against the wall in the entrance hall. I loved those fucks! Having him inside me, so primal, shooting his cum deep into me, was the most fulfilling thing I could think of.

After an ultrasound it was discovered that I was having twins. The couple was thrilled, though they looked a bit nervous, perhaps thinking we'd want to keep one. But I had been thinking of this baby - now these babies - as belonging to them, not to me, and I assured them that I understood that the twins were their children.

After the twins were delivered, life went back to normal. Another two years passed, and although I was pretty busy what with the kids in pre-school and working my usual half-day at the florist, I still craved a baby inside me.

Dan recognized the signals immediately. He had just finished fucking me - in the bed this time - and was still inside me. "No," I whined when he tried to move. He leaned into me, burying his face in my neck. "You want to get pregnant again, don't you?" he asked.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I just... I need it. I need that life growing in me."

Dan sighed and withdrew. I felt so lonely without his cock in me. "Well, we could call the agency and let them know we'll do it again."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. I like it when your belly swells with child. My hot, knocked-up wife." He began to lick my breasts. "You're such a slut," he said, pausing as I moaned.

"I'm your slut," I panted, even as he slid his fingers into me and made me come again.

This time, the people who chose us were a couple we knew in our social circle. We'd met at a few dinner parties, but we weren't exactly friends. Dan and I debated whether doing this for people we knew would be a good idea, but in the end we decided to go for it.

The day I had to go to the hospital to be inseminated, Dan was out of town. He had a week-long conference, but he'd arranged with Alan (the husband part of the couple we were helping) to take me to the hospital. Although I could drive myself, they didn't want me driving back after the procedure. It was a simple procedure and I'd be fine, but they insisted. So Alan arrived an hour before I had to be there.

He was early, and I was still wearing my skimpy pajamas (the kids were at pre-school). As I let him in, I noticed him give me a subtle once-over. I knew he liked what he saw... and an evil thought came into my mind.

I'd hated being poked and prodded last time, having doctors and nurses discussing me like I was some prize show-dog they were trying to breed. Why not, I thought, skip the middle-man and make a direct deposit?

He was sitting on the couch, and I made a show of bending over to put down his drink (coffee, nothing alcoholic) so that he could see my ass. When I turned back, he was squirming, trying to hide the obvious hard-on in his pants. He was no doubt thinking that soon I'd be carrying his baby.

That thought spurred me on. I climbed onto his lap with my legs on either side of his. "Why not just do it here?" I asked, kissing him and shoving my tongue in his mouth.

It felt SOOO good. I hadn't kissed anybody but Dan for so long, and the fact that I was being naughty made me extra horny. Then Alan's hands were touching my breasts through the skimpy silk, and all rational thought fled from both our minds.

I ground myself down on him, and he thrust up at me, our clothes getting in the way. He ripped the material of my nightie and began to suck my left tit. I threw my head back and yelled, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!"

With that, he unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper, and pulled his cock from his underwear. I craned my neck to see. His cock was *gorgeous*! Longer than Dan's by about an inch, and at least half an inch thicker. I had to have it inside me *now*!

I reached for my thong, but he got there first, pulling it aside as I sank down on him, his cock filling me up completely. As I rose and fell on his massive tool, climbing ever-higher towards orgasm, all I could think about was that he was going to put a baby inside me. He was going to give me what I desperately needed.

"Uh... uh... uh!" was the only noise he made, and I screamed with pleasure as I came, the
contractions of my cunt pulling his climax from him, and his cum into me.

I collapsed on top of him, completely sated. What a ride! He lifted me, and lay me down on the couch, whispering, "Stay like this for a while." I knew he wanted to make sure I managed to get knocked up, but I was already sure. Something inside of me said that his baby would soon be swelling my belly.

I lay there in sexual and motherly bliss for two hours, until it occurred to me that the hospital would be wondering what had happened. I got up to fetch my cellphone, and turned it on. Sure enough, there was a message on my voicemail from the hospital. I called them back and explained that I'd had a minor emergency with my daughter and
would not be able to come in. I told them I'd call to reschedule next month.

I didn't have much time to wonder about what I'd done before I had to fetch the kids. I hoped I looked presentable and not too well-fucked when I walked into the pre-school and emerged with a child holding each hand. I looked at my kids. How I loved them! And how I'd loved making them... them and their identical half-sisters and this new baby... if there was one. I was certain there was.

I took them with me to the florist for a couple of hours, to make up for the morning I'd taken off. The people I worked with adored them, and the time flew by as I repotted some plants and made up a couple of flower arrangements.

Dan returned three days later, and I vowed to tell him what I'd done. But before I could say anything, he turned to me as we sat on the couch (the same couch I'd fucked Alan on) and said, "Alan called me."

"Oh, yeah?"

"He said he persuaded you to have sex with him rather than go to the hospital."

"And?"

"Well, is it true?"

I looked down. "No," I said. I didn't pause, but rushed on: "He didn't persuade me, I practically attacked him."

"So you two fucked?"

"Yeah." I couldn't look at him.

"You betrayed our marriage," Dan said.

I knew he was right, but felt compelled to argue. "His sperm was going to get in me either way," I said. "I was so horny," I added. "The doctors hurt me last time, and I wanted this child to be conceived in an act of love."

Dan turned red. He ranted and raved for about an hour, and I ended up on the floor, literally grovelling and begging him to forgive me.

"Was he better than me?" Dan asked suddenly, in the midst of my tearful apologies.

What could I say? His cock had certainly been bigger, but I loved Dan, and nothing could compare to that.

"NO!" I yelled.

"But you'd fuck him again if you could, wouldn't you?"

I was ashamed, but he was right - I would. I hung my head. "I just get so horny," I said.

"So." It was a pronouncement. "My wife really is a slut."

What could I say? It was true. But what Dan said next shocked me. "There's a woman at work who's been giving me the eye," he said. "And I've resisted her for months. Next time, I won't resist."

"Dan..."

"From now on this is an open marriage," he said, his voice tight with rage. "Fuck who you like, and I'll do the same."

I cried and pleaded and told Dan I loved him but he remained firm. I had cheated, and so now anything went.

Two weeks went by, and I discovered that I was pregnant after all. I drove over to Alan's house on the night I knew Tamsyn had a book club meeting.

"You bastard," I said by way of greeting when he opened the door. "You fucking bastard."

He didn't pretend not to know what I was talking about. "It was the only way I'd ever get to fuck you again."

I'd been prepared for something else. "What?"

"You're so fucking hot," Alan said, pulling me inside. "I want to keep fucking you."

"What about your wife?" I asked.

Alan snorted. "My wife is a lesbian. She's never had sex with me, and wouldn't even agree to artificial insemination. She's that radical. We just got married for appearances - she has a huge inheritance and a trust fund, and I like the good life. I get my relief from a mistress."

"And now me?"

"Oh, yeah," he said, slipping the straps of my dress off my shoulders.

"Wait... wait..." I said. "I wanted to tell you... I am pregnant."

"I want you," he said. "I'm gonna fuck you until we both collapse. And then when the baby's born I'm gonna fuck you again and knock you up again. And again."

This was music to my ears. It was what I so desperately wanted. Babies and more babies, and a cock in me. I let Alan lay me on the bed, pull my legs open, kneel in front of me, and slide his cock deep into my cunt. This time I was the one grunting. "Ugh... ugh... YES!!"

I got home to find Dan fucking the woman from work on the couch. Thank goodness the kids were with their grandparents. It was poetic justice, I guess. Maybe just regular justice. He didn't even break stride, just nodded his head and said, "That's my wife."

I gulped and went into the bathroom to shower and get the smell of Alan off me. Dan didn't bother. When his mistress had left, he flopped down into bed with me. "Good fuck," he said. "She's a hot one."

"I'm pregnant," I said in reply. "I told Alan. Did you know his wife's a lesbian?"

"No." A pause. "Did you fuck?"

"Of course we did," I said, feeling my heart break. "I do love you."

"I know you do," he said. "And I love you. But maybe this is the best for us. You get so horny, another cock will be good for you."

"I never wanted to hurt you," I said.

"I know. You were thinking with your cunt, if that's possible."

"Alan wants to have more kids with me."

"As long as he and Tamsyn raise them, I don't care," Dan said.

"Are you ever going to fuck me again?"

"Of course. A willing snatch is a willing snatch."

Dan did eventually start fucking me again. The first time, he waited until I got home from Alan's place (turned out Tamsyn didn't care if we fucked while she was home), grabbed me as soon as I got in the door, and put it to me. Then things got pretty much back to normal... except that we were both fucking other people as well as each other.

I only have a month until this baby comes. I know Tamsyn will make a good mother. Even though I'm fucking her husband, I like her. But what's amusing is that Dan's mistress is pregnant. This after he told me so many times that he didn't want more children. We're going to do our best to keep our two kids oblivious to our fucking of other people. I don't know what Dan is going to do about his new baby, though. All I know is, when this child is born, I'm getting Alan to knock me up again as soon as possible. And until then, we still fuck daily. I've never stopped being a horny slut.