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It’s Valentines day this week, my husband is coming home from a 4 week overseas trip that afternoon, and later that night there is no doubt in my mind that he will discover the obvious…the fact that his wife of 24 years and mother of his 2 grown children is pregnant with the baby of another man….a situation that I know happens every day all over the world, but I never thought could happen to me!

I am 42 and thought the rest of my life was quite well planned out for me, until now that is, as I now have no choice but to tell my husband what happened late last fall when he was once again overseas on business as he is approximately every 3 or 4 months. I don’t know how to anticipate what his reaction will be…other than one of shock.

We were married when I was 18 and he was 21, fresh out of college and determined to rule the world. He landed a dream sales job with a major corporation, we had enough income that we decided I would stay home and have children, and we found ourselves with 2 children less than a year apart.

We had discussed only wanting 2 children, therefore that coupled with the fact that I quite obviously conceived easily prompted my husband to get a vasectomy.

The early years of our marriage were great, but hectic to say the least when you consider all the trials & tribulations of raising 2 children while at the same time moving 7 times as my husband climbed the ladder in sales management.

By age 40 I found myself with 2 children out of college and on their own and a husband who was now the international director of sales for his company.

It was then I decided to take some time for myself and accomplish some things I had not had the time or inclination to do these past 22 years.

I made a list of all the things I wanted to do such as take some classes, get in shape, etc etc.

I decided my first priority was to get back in the best physical shape possible. Enrolling in a local club I became a fixture there as I worked out a minimum of 5 days a week and often 7 when I could get my husband to join me on the weekends.

The immediate results of not only feeling better, but looking better and being able to get off all those pounds that had just seemed to creep on was all I needed to spur me on to work harder and harder. The results (not just how I looked, but our sex life seemed to improve drastically as well) were so pleasing to my husband that it was he who suggested I may want a bit of surgery to tighten up some of the loose skin, and as he put it “to fill out your breasts back to pre-nursing size”. At first I thought that was a rather ridiculous idea, but as I got to know some of the other “regulars” at the club, I decided my husbands offer had merit.

Nothing major had to be done, just tighten the skin a bit that had been stretched by childbirth & the extra pounds and a bit of help in the breast augmentation area. The end result was more than I could have ever hoped for, and my husband was like a kid with a new toy, wanting me to wear clothes I hadn’t been comfortable wearing in years. He even insisted that I get a bikini for our vacation in Mexico. I felt I spent more time on my back during that vacation than I did upright!

Now to share how it is that when I now stand sideways in front of the full length mirror on the back of my closet door that my typically flat and toned tummy now has the unmistakable bulge of a woman almost 4 months along. When my husband left 4 weeks ago, I knew I was PG but it was not noticeably evident. No matter how much I try to suck in my gut, it is there and will be more 5 more months at least.

I can’t imagine what this little bugger is going to do to my body as I was 19 & 20 my first two pregnancies, not 42

It’s not important to share all the details of how my affair ultimately started, but suffice it to say that I met someone, we became workout buddies at first, progressed through the stages of friendship that led to more than just friends, and ended up with his child growing inside me.

Even though I was 42, I was still regular as clockwork having my period right on schedule every month so I should have assumed I was still capable of having a child. Hind sight is always 100% correct.

This coupled with the fact that at first I wanted to be extra cautious I did not get a STD, I insisted he always use a rubber. In addition I used a diaphragm, sharing with him that my husband had had a vasectomy, therefore the reason to be doubly sure I didn’t get knocked up. Taking double precautions went on for the first couple months until one day he assured me that I was the only one other than his wife who he was being & had been intimate with for years, and offered to take a blood test to prove to me that he was STD free.

I think at first he thought that if he offered to be tested that I would just assume he was STD free, but instead I told him that if he was serious, go ahead, and I would then decide if/when I would allow him to have sex bareback with me.

I dismissed the thought from my mind, and we continued used both condoms and my diaphragm as we always had.

It so happened that he was going to be out of town on business at the same time that my husband was, and that he was going to be in the same city in Florida that I frequently go to as a girlfriend of mine and her husband have a condo there, right on the beach. I jokingly suggested we meet there, and to my surprise, he took me up on my offer. I had not been able to spend the night with him before for when he was in town, he always had to go home to his wife.

Arriving a day before him, I had time to open the condo up, do some grocery and liquor shopping, dust the place, and stock in some flowers and candles for what I hoped would be a great 3 day getaway.

Waiting for him, I was like a high school girl again. I checked, double checked and triple checked all the details of having everything just so and waited nervously for him to call telling me he was in town and at his hotel.

The phone rang, it was him telling me he had checked in and couldn’t wait to see me. He had a room at the Marriott just a block or so down the beach, so I gave him the passcode for the elevator and told him I couldn’t wait to see him.

In a matter of 15 minutes, the doorbell rang, I opened it and was in his arms. It seemed so strange being able to greet him in the home like atmosphere of the condo because up to that point in our relationship, all our meetings had been in hotel rooms for obvious reasons. Not that I didn’t feel comfortable enough with him to have him in my house, but neighbors are nosy as we all know. And, my kids drop in frequently.

Showing him around the condo took a few minutes with us ending up on the balcony so we could enjoy a drink and the sunset before going out to dinner.

The fact we went to a little out of the way supper club that is known not only for it’s fine food, but it’s piano bar as well did nothing but add to the fact I could not wait to get him home, in bed, and most importantly, in me! As I think back on it now, the fact that I had just had my period 2 weeks ago most definitely had something to do with how I was feeling as well, but that thought didn’t cross my mind at the time !!

All these years, making love to only my husband had caused me to not pay attention to anything other than my period itself.

Arriving back at the condo, I asked him to light a couple candles in the master bedroom, hop into bed and I would be there in a minute or two as soon as I took care of a couple of things. Hurriedly, I removed my clothes, replacing them with a bright red, pure silk nightie I had purchased just for this trip. Reaching into the drawer, I removed my diaphragm from its case, applied a liberal amount of spermicidal jelly and inserted it as I had done so many times before joining him in bed.

Shutting off the bathroom light, I opened the door and was greeted by the soft glow of the candles as I made my way to the bed…the bed where I knew he would make love to me more than once this night! No one could help but notice how erect my nipples were, but that didn’t really bother me right then as I assumed that soon I would find he had a very erect part of his body to deal with as well.

I had made certain there was a good mattress pad in place as I did not want to ruin my friends bed with all the fluids that I expected to be leaking out that night.

As I approached the bed, my eyes caught sight of not 1, but a package of 3 Trojans lying on the bedstand. I was used to seeing 1 there, but seeing 3 made me want him even more. Only one time since we had been seeing each other had we had the time to make love more than once, so now seeing 3 sessions obviously being planned, no matter how long it took made my juices flow.

I did not know at that time that this would also be the bed where he would end up breeding me!

This would turn out to be the bed where man’s most primal of instincts would be fulfilled. This would be the bed where a man would pour his live semen into the intended cavity god gave woman in hopes of creating life.

Slipping in beside him felt so natural and it was a matter of seconds before his lips were on mine and I felt his hands all over my body. Not only did I love the feel of his hands touching me through the slippery silk, but I loved the way he teased he way under my nightie, and then back on top again and again. He had me wanting my nightie off so bad it hurt.

I shuddered as he kissed my breasts and then ever so gently sucked on my nipples. He often joked as he did this that he was even more gentle than a toothless baby….little did he know that after tonight I would once again find that out for myself as our new child fed at my breasts 9 months from tonight.

Being literally soaked in anticipation of what was to come, I welcomed his removing my nightie. I was trying my best, using every non-verbal communication I could to tell him I was ever so ready for him. He is and was always very caring to be certain I was ready for him…all he had to do was smell the scent of a woman in heat…me …and there was no question if I was ready or not.

After he pulled the nightie over my head, I once again laid down on my back, spreading my legs as I saw him take one of the rubbers, rip open the foil package and hand it to me for me to roll on as I had done so often before. The thought did go through my mind that it would be nice to just have him take me here and now versus taking the time to cover up his babymaker.

With him kneeling between my legs, I reached out, taking his rock hard cock in one hand while with the other hand beginning to unroll the rubber sheath until the ring came to rest at the base of his hardened cock. The cock that would shortly be bringing me pleasure as it had so many times before over these past few months. Little did either of us realize it was also the cock that tonight would claim the prize all men seek….the prize of inseminating a woman! As I took one last look at the head of his cock, and how the rubber seemed to seal the slit together, little did either of us know that tonight, in perhaps the next 20 minutes or so, this slit was going to project fluid into the innermost reaches of me as it was intended to do. There would be no wasting of fluid in the receptacle end tonight.

He lowered himself, and as I felt his head come close to my opening, I at first took the shaft, rubbing it around my clit a few times, then as I aimed it at the warm velvet sleeve I so badly wanted him in, with my other hand I pulled down on his butt as I felt the head ever so gently open my sleeve as he made his way deeper and deeper into me until I felt his pubic bone touch mine.

At first, as he always does, he just held himself, fully in me for a bit, then looked into my eyes, smiled and kissed me as I felt him begin the ever so familiar and ever so gentle in and out movement that I had been waiting for all too long. I had learned to enjoy and expect that he was always extremely gentle and let me get thoroughly used to his size before starting any rapid in and out movement. He always would tell me it was like no other feeling on earth…it was like slipping his cock into a warm, wet sleeve.

He did as he always did before in that he varied his depth and speed as he claimed me once again…as he, the man, claimed his woman as only a man can. With the way I was moving and the sounds I made, there was no doubt in his mind that I welcomed what he was doing….more than welcomed….demanded it is more like it.

In response, I did what many many months of kegal exercises did …. As he was fully in me, I bore down and squeezed him with my pelvic muscles. I could definitely feel him and he tells me no one has ever done that to him.

One of the things I especially had come to enjoy with him, as compared to my husband was the fact that he had me so ready due to his extended foreplay that we both knew it would be a matter of a minute or two before I would experience my first orgasm.

The past was a good predictor of what was about to happen for it was but a minute or two, perhaps only 8 or 9 strokes on his part until I felt the unmistakable beginnings of my first of what I knew would be many orgasms with this man.

As my body took over, he did as he always does….pushes as far into me as he physically can, reaches behind my butt, and pulls himself into me so I can ride him to completion, bucking up and down with my clit rubbing the top of his cock. He is long enough that when I do this, I can feel the head of his cock catching on my diaphragm, but luckily he had never dislodged it.

He typically then moves in and out of me ever so gently as I come back to reality and this time was no exception. But this time, he also did something out of the norm.

He pushed all the way in me as he had before, stopped, looked at me, kissed me, then moved his mouth down by my right ear. I felt certain I would shortly be feeling him nibble on my ear as he had playfully done so many times before.

Instead, as his lips approached my ear, I heard him say “I did it, and I can prove it”

I moved my head back into the pillow so I could again see his eyes as I asked him “what did you say?”. He smiled at me, then said “I got tested, so you would be more at ease these next few days, and, as I knew would be the case, there are no little bugs just waiting to get out of me and into you!”

When I heard that, I smiled and then with my left hand I brought his ear down to my lips as I whispered “then I guess we won’t need this” as he felt my right hand index finger hook into the band of rubber at the base of his cock.

Quickly he understood as he pulled out of me and felt me removing this piece of rubber that had been between him and me for too long. It never crossed my mind that a secondary use of condoms in addition to STD prevention is that of pregnancy prevention. Right then, all I was thinking about was getting that hunk of man meat back inside me where I so craved it. As I looked at the slit this time, it was leaking a bit or pre-cum. I reached out, touched it with my finger and touched my finger tip to my tongue…”ummm” was the only word I uttered.

Discarding this no longer needed or wanted part of our lovemaking routine, I once again took ahold of his penis, that now seemed harder than ever and aimed it at my sleeve, knowing it would be a matter of seconds until for the first time ever I felt him inside me bareback. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like…how it would feel different, but those thoughts were fleeting as I felt him again position himself to take me again.

I know women tell you that they often cannot tell the difference if a penis is clad in a rubber or not, but I swear that was NOT the case that day. I don’t know if it was just the time and place, or the fact I had just had an orgasm therefore more sensitive, or the fact it was as if he was claiming me for the first time, now that I was allowing him to enter me bareback, but I felt the ridge on his head each time he withdrew as it grazed my G spot, and I felt it again as it reopened my sheath when he pushed into me again.

Being blessed (in my opinion) with being able to have multiple vaginal orgasms, it was not unexpected, especially with him being bareback that I felt the familiar tingling deep within me as my next orgasm started.

It seemed to be overly strong and overly long as it took over my body. I swear that as my pelvis pushed down on him, I could feel him throughout every inch of my vagina.

As I came back to the world of the sane, it was I this time who once again smiled, then brought his ear down to my lips. Gently at first, I kissed his ear, then whispered “take it out” “please”

Fearing that he had hurt me somehow, I felt him begin to pull his penis out of me, so I quickly wrapped my legs around him and pulled him back in.

I looked at him and said “I don’t want you out, I want IT out”, emphasizing the word IT. “Yes, it feels so good that I want NO rubber barrier of any kind between us!”

Releasing my legs, I felt him pull himself out and then he looked at me as he ever so tentatively knelt between my legs once again as he reached down to gently insert his index finger into me, then pushed back into me until I could feel his finger touch the outer ridge of my diaphragm. As he looked at me, I pushed forward in a non-verbal communication confirming that I wanted him to remove my diaphragm. My guess is that a woman normally would be alarmed when a man is about to remove this birth control device, but in my case, all I wanted at the time was for him to hook the ridge with his finger and pop it out me so we could get back to the matter at hand…him screwing me silly.

I smiled as I looked down on the bed as he placed the diaphragm next to the rubber, then once again lowered himself.

His lips covered mine as I felt him open me once again. Now that there was no rubber barrier in place, instead of feeling the tip of his cock touch my diaphragm, I felt it touch the mouth of my cervix….that part of me that unexpectedly would carry his life giving fluid up to join with my ripened egg….the egg waiting to be fertilized as no egg had been fertilized before by this man, and as no egg had been fertilized any month in over 22 years!!….the egg that had I been paying attention to my cycle, I would have known was most certainly there!

He pushed into me hard, then gentle, then shallow, then deep, then fast, then slow, then pushed himself into me as deep as possible and held himself in me.

I felt him twitch in me, but had not felt the unmistakable thickening and growth in length that a woman recognizes as a sign that her man is about to cum in her. I thought to myself that I could have missed these tell tale signs, but that would have been unusual given that I have such sensitive nerve endings throughout the entire length of my vagina.

As I felt the twitching subside after 5 or 6 twitches, he looked at me, smiled and said “just practicing” “I want you to feel what it is going to feel like when you feel my bare head hit the roof of your vagina when I can no longer control it”, then he went back to the rhythmic in and out cadence I so loved about this man.

As I momentarily closed my eyes and had a smile on my face, I so enjoyed what I was feeling….I was the woman feeling her man take her like she was a gentle being just made for what he was doing to her now. This coupling of 2 human beings was as it should be…but neither of them realized the woman would come away pregnant from this coupling…All I knew was that right now it felt so good to be stretched time and time again with each inward stroke. My only hope was that it was feeling as good for him as it was for me. I knew it was, as he was always certain to tell me how good it felt to be inside me, but I wanted to do everything in my power to keep him wanting more and more of me these 3 days. As far as I was concerned, we could spend the entire 3 days in bed.

I could not describe what I was feeling then as he was going deeper than my husband had ever been and my husband was the only man other than this man that I had ever allowed inside my body. Over the years, with my husband being gone so much the thought had often crossed my mind of what it would be like to have another man, but they were always fleeting thoughts.

My feelings once again begin to stir deep within me, but this time I knew what I wanted and was determined to get it! As I thrust upward to meet his every forward thrust, I looked at him, telling him in no uncertain terms “cum with me” “cum in me” “now” as I ground down on him.

My saying that was the encouragement he needed as I felt him pull out of me, then put my legs up on his shoulders, pinning them back. I looked at his eyes, then down at his slick cock, covered with our combined juices as it so proudly jutted out from him at an upward angle….the angle that so perfectly fit within me. I looked back into his eyes as he once again drove himself into me.

All those exercises made it possible for me to move into the position like this so he could penetrate me as deep as humanly possible. As he literally bent my legs back so they were almost beside my head, there was no doubt I was offering all I had to him. We both knew from experience and experimentation that this position was the absolute best for deep penetration and that is what we both wanted now….for him to be as deep as possible when he delivered his payload of sperm.

This time there was no mistaking what was about to happen as not only did I feel my impending orgasm grow, but I also felt him push even further back inside me as he grew in length and then I felt him thicken as he involuntarily grew in width in an attempt that only mother nature has control over….and attempt to enlarge the male organ as a plug to trap the sperm inside the female.

I was fast approaching my climax as I felt him reach behind my butt once more as I felt what seemed to be an extra inch or two of him go even deeper yet inside my vaginal sheath…the sheath that was about to be treated to a coating of his sperm laden semen….the sheath that would once again be stretched to unbelievable proportions 9 months from now as OUR baby emerged….the baby we were about to create!

Feeling him begin to twitch, this time I also felt a warm feeling as I felt the liquid that I knew had it’s beginnings in his balls, then was moving up through his tubes, mixing with fluids from his prostate so his fluids could be propelled through this hardened penis, now deep within me to coat the mouth of my cervix, and pool in that special part of me, deep within me….that part of me that following intercourse, the mouth of the cervix dips into in hopes of finding life giving sperm to fertilize any egg that may be ripe and waiting.

I was unable to count how many jets I felt due to my own climax taking over. All I knew was that what I was feeling now was the most wonderful feeling any woman could ever hope to feel….that of her man ejaculating deep within her.

Once he stopped twitching, and I again became rational, I reached to the side of the bed and pulled a pillow under me. As I raised up I said “don’t leave me, stay in me”

It was a given fact that I had considered birth control to be an issue, but not really the specifics of what day of the month it was, was I ovulating etc. I merely practiced birth control with him because I knew it was something I should do when we first had sex.

But now, as I laid there, with this man still deep inside me, and his millions and millions of sperm inside me, it did cause me to do a quick calculation of exactly what time of the month it was…..yes, if my calculations were correct, I was ovulating…..as I would later come to find out.

Whether it was the fact that the damage had already been done in my mind, or the fact that my ovulation hormones had completely taken over my body, I decided to not use my diaphragm the rest of the trip. When he asked if that was safe, I replied “I’m in the middle of the month, but I am 42 years old!” “Far too old to become a new mommy!”

The rest of the trip was spent enjoying the ocean, the food, and most of all, each other. It seemed like the time flew by until we had to go our separate ways, already planning our next in town meeting when he would be there in a few short weeks.

Over the next 2 weeks, as I went about my daily routine, I often thought back on the trip and found myself literally soaked in anticipation of our next meeting.

The lasting effects of our little trip never crossed my mind until unlike every month of my life, except when I was pregnant with my kids, my period did not arrive on time!

Rationalizing that I was now 42 and my ob-gyn had told me not to be alarmed if I started missing a period of two as many woman my age begin pre-menopause at my age, I continued to think good thoughts about my life, my new improved body and how my new relationship had grown.

Only after a few more days, and a feeling of nausea in the morning did it hit me that I may in fact be pregnant.

I kept telling myself that it was a bit of the flu or something I ate that didn’t agree with me, but when my period still had not arrived for the second month in a row, I drove to a drug store 3 towns over, and as part of a seemingly mundane purchase of band-aids, nasal spray, vitamins etc, I just happened to include a pregnancy test kit.

Knowing that the most reliable test is with the first urine of the morning, I tossed and turned the entire night.

Up at 4, in the bathroom, and with shaking fingers, I held the test kit under my stream.

It was but a matter of minutes…that seemed like hours…..until I dared open my eyes and confirm what I had suspected……..at the age of 42, I was pregnant…..and not by my own husband!

3 days from the test date, my lover once again came into town, we met in his room as usual, but this time, as he held me in his arms, instead of my telling him how much I wanted him, I whispered in his ear “I’m pregnant, daddy!”

After the initial shock wore off, I looked at him and said “you can only get so pregnant, so let’s see if this still works” as I reached down between us and placed my hand on his hardening penis….the penis that in a few short minutes I would once again feel erupt in me time and time again.

Following our lovemaking session, we did discuss all the options, and I was relieved that he, like I, did not see abortion as an option.

He has offered to divorce his wife, marry me, and I am considering that. I did tell him that if that happened, there would be no question that he would have to knock me up again as soon as I am able to conceive as my clock will run out one of these days.

When my husband comes home, I will be in my usual attire of blue jeans and a sweatshirt, which will easily hide the bulge.

Beings valentines day, we have reservations at a fine restaurant, and given the fact he loves to see me dress up in a sweater & full long flowered skirt, he still will not expect a thing as I will make certain he does not see me naked or in just my underwear while I am getting ready.

When we get home, it will be a homecoming night as usual as we enjoy talking, me learning of his trip and a lot of cuddling and kissing in preparation for a good long session of lovemaking to relieve his long absence. Normally I so look forward to these “homecoming” nights, but knowing what I knew, I rather dreaded it a bit.

He likes it when I come out of the bathroom in my nightie, just as I did with my lover, so again he will expect nothing as we get into it and make love.

Only when he is lying beside me after we are done will it dawn on him that something is not right as he loves to run his hand over my flat belly….formerly flat that is!!!!!

Much as I would like to be able to suck in my belly, that is not an option at this stage of the game!

My husband has often told me he wished he had not had the vasectomy as he would have liked to have at least 1, maybe 2 more kids now that we can afford them…..maybe he will get his wish and I will have the best of all worlds!