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My story happened almost three months ago and I still don't believe it. My name is Jenni and my husband's name is Jim. I consider myself very attractive and have always taken good care of myself. Jim has confided in me that his friends have told him they were envious of him. I have a naïve-girlish face, blond hair and green eyes, but my large breasts (34d), flat stomach, and especially my firm bottom are what draw most of the attention. I'm not much of a flirt and have never really dressed to purposefully accentuate my assets. I don't consider myself old fashioned but I guess it just fits my conservative, Southern-girl look.

Jim and I dated through most of our college years and married soon after graduation. I remained a virgin until our wedding night, which was something my husband had insisted on considering his old-fashion southern up bringing. He is a successful businessman so it hasn't really been necessary for me to work. Even so, I continued working part-time at one of his businesses for a few years until we decided it was time to start our family. We are also Catholic so we used the rhythm method of birth control until then so I've never been on the pill. After trying for two years with no results we decided it was time to seek some professional help.

At first we read a few books on the optimal time to become pregnant. I became an expert at determining my most fertile time to conceive and my husband would always rush home to accommodate me. Unfortunately, we didn't have any luck. We then decided to seek clinical help and went through all of the tests that are given to couples in our situation. We learned that I was ok, but Jim's sperm count was a very low. The doctors gave us a number of options, but we chose to ignore the ones that suggested we adopt or consider artificial insemination. The latter my husband said he could never do, considering his old-fashioned values and male pride. Knowing the amount of time it takes and the problems involved with adoption it left both of us very depressed. So we just kept trying.

Eventually we found a doctor that had very good success with others couples we knew. He completed additional exams on us and said that there was nothing really wrong with either of us and our chances were good if we just changed our approach. He said we were just trying too hard, a mistake many couples make in our situation. The doctor then suggested we abstain from sex for about six weeks to let Jim's sperm count build up in combination with putting me on a strong fertility drug. Then at the most fertile time of my cycle we could try again. I have to admit it did make sense. We checked the calendar and in six weeks, to the day, a wedding reception was on the calendar that we were both looking forward to attending. It was a friend of Jim's from college. We decided it would be perfect for a much-needed night together - almost like a second honeymoon. We marked the calendar with a big read heart as our "honeymoon!"

My husband tends to get along with everybody, but there was guy from our college days, Steve, who got under his skin. They had been good friends for most of their time in college, but somewhere along the line became very competitive and were always trying to get the best of each other. Steve always tried to hit on me and more than once blurted out innuendos about seeing Jim in the locker room and who was "more endowed." Needless to say, these comments didn't endear him to Jim. Both of them were equally successful in their businesses, but at some point a few years ago we lost track of Steve. Since Steve would be at the reception, Jim hoped to use it as an opportunity to smooth things over. I thought that was pretty big on Jim's part.

Jim had been working long hours and with the added frustration of no sex, it was a very long six weeks. Since the night of the reception would be our "honeymoon" and my most fertile time I planned to make the most of it by buying a new outfit. I decided, very mischievously to purchase something much different than I would normally wear, to surprise Jim. At this point in his life, he likes to show me off to all of his old friends so I knew he would approve of my new outfit. Jim's always tries to get me to dress sexier. It was a very short jade colored dress that matched my eyes and was made of a nylon spandex-like material that gave it a kind of shiny metallic look as it tightly hugged my curves. It showed a lot of cleavage and was very low in the back with a zipper. I bought a matching pair of shiny green panties and decided not to wear any kind of a bra, since the dress had some inner support. I've never done that before, because when my nipples get erect, they are typically very visible, even with a bra.

When the night arrived I began to get ready early since the reception was almost an hour drive away. I had taken my temperature earlier and was happy to learn I was ovulating right on schedule. It was easy to tell without taking my temperature because I could feel the added wetness between my legs. Perfect. To celebrate I even made myself a little drink, something I never do, to help me relax, as I've never dressed in public this way. When Bob didn't get home I began to worry. I made myself another drink, put on my new dress, and stood in front of the mirror. Wow! it didn't even look like me. Even though the dress was supposed to look classy it was so tight it appeared to be painted on my body. I knew I looked hot and couldn't wait to see Bob's reaction. I was already feeling a tingling sensation in my panties just from the way it made me feel to wear this tiny outfit. He'd probably want to go straight to bed and skip the reception I thought.

Then the phone rang. It was Jim and he said they were having some serious problems at work with a new computer system and he didn't think he could get away. By the sound of his voice I knew he felt terrible. He then told me he was really sorry and maybe I should just go myself. You can imagine my disappointment, but I understood and offered to just wait for him to get home. He told me he would be late and I might as well go without him and have a good time. No reason to ruin both our nights. Besides we could still salvage our "date night" when we both got home. Normally, I probably wouldn't have but considering the drinks I'd had and not looking forward to another long evening alone waiting, I agreed to go without him. I was a little concerned about not knowing many people, but Bob convinced me that Steve would also be there and would take care of me and introduce me to the other guests. He even asked me to try to smooth things over a little for him and invite Steve to join us for dinner sometime. I wondered if Steve would look the same. I remembered him to be about 6'4' and built like any women's dream. He was such a ladies man I figured he must be married by now and I could just sit with him and his wife for company. I considered changing my outfit, but since it was getting late and I didn't know many people anyway, I decided to go the way I was. As I pulled out of the driveway I looked down in my lap to see the hem of my tight dress riding up showing the crotch of my panties and thought I'd have to be careful the way I sit tonight. I laughed and wondered if Jim would have urged me to go if he knew how good I looked.

When I got there I felt a little uncomfortable since I didn't recognize anyone and was getting some rather strange looks from the other guests the way I was dressed. Then I saw him. Steve was even more of a hunk than I remembered. I could tell he was also impressed with the way I looked too. His expression told me I was the hottest looking woman in the place. He smiled, walked up, and kissed me hello asking where Jim was tonight. I explained the situation to him, which didn't seem to disappoint him much and with a curious gleam in his eye he asked me if I wanted to talk and get a drink. As we walked to a table he told me he was alone too, loved to dance, and would be honored to be my partner tonight. Since I really didn't know anyone else and he was acting like such a gentlemen, I told him yes. Besides Jim asked me to try to help smooth things over. Since my husband isn't much of a dancer anyway I figured it might be fun.

We chatted quite a bit about Jim and I and also talked of Steve's recent divorce as he mentioned how lucky we were. I told him life wasn't always perfect and mentioned our fertility problems as an example.

"It might have to do with what he has in the size department as well," Steve snickered.

"It's not funny, Steve, I really want to have children."

"I'm sorry," Steve said, "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"That's all right, I'll probably leave a little early and try to salvage some of our ‘date night.' It's been a very long six week wait."

Steve looked as if he were thinking about something, and then said, "Jim and I should get together soon and make sure there are no hard feelings."

"I'm sure he'd like that," I replied.

After that we seemed to dance every song, only stopping to have him get us another round of drinks or take a breather while we talked. The hours went by fast and I found Steve to be very charming, although on the slow dances I had to keep him from touching me a little too close for my comfort. Later as the night went on I began to relax and found myself enjoying him up close to me. I started to look forward to each slow dance. It felt good to be held tightly as we swayed with the rhythm of the music. One problem however, was that his muscular body was rubbing so close to the thinly covered material on my breasts it was stimulating me and causing a renewed tingling sensation in my panties. I just hadn't expected this sensitivity since I never usually go bra-less. My breasts have always been very sensitive and my husband knows it's the quickest way to get me hot. Several times as we sat and talked I knew he must have accidentally gotten a view of my sexy matching panties as the shiny material tightly covered my mound. I was embarrassed and worried that he could see how wet I was getting. My god, I was getting turned on dancing with this man. I wasn't the only one who noticed. I looked up and saw Steve staring down at the shiny material covering my nipples and realized that they were erect and sticking through like bullets. I could feel the blood rush through my face as I blushed. Several times in the evening I had to excuse myself to go to the restroom. I was really surprised at myself for reacting this way because I've never considered being with anyone other than my husband. I brushed it off as just the side affect of the hormones in the fertility pills and after all, it had been a long six weeks.

The drinks were also making me more uninhibited. When we danced again he reached around me and began to caress my ass as we swayed together. I didn't resist. I could tell he enjoyed the feeling of the spandex dress against the shiny panties covering my tight bottom, because I could feel his growing erection begin to press against my flat tummy. I couldn't tell how big it was but knew it must be much bigger than my husband's the way it was digging into my belly. I wondered to myself, as we swayed what a big cock might feel like and if the comments he had made in the past about his size were really true. I began rubbing myself against it, until to my disappointment, the dance ended. This snapped me out of it and I quickly realized I was starting to go too far. I knew I should go home before I embarrassed myself any further.

"I really need to go now," I told Steve.

"You can't leave in the condition you're in. You need to wait until you sober up a little," Steve replied.

"Well, then maybe I should call Jim to come pick me up. Help me find a phone," I insisted.

He agreed and we began walking to the lobby since the reception was at a rather large hotel. As we walked and laughed we realized neither of us had change for a pay phone.

"You can use my phone," Steve offered.

"A lady would never go to a strangers room," I joked.

Steve bowed and said, "I assure you young lady, I am a gentleman."

I really didn't want to try to walk any more so I convinced myself it was innocent enough and we went to his room. Once inside, I stood trying to dial the phone to call Jim. I was feeling better but was still rather unsteady and felt Steve steady me from behind so that I didn't lose my balance while I dialed. As it rang Steve gently rubbed the sides of my hips. When Jim didn't answer I turned to tell Steve to stop it and the next thing I new his mouth was touching mine. His lips were unlike those of my husbands, and even though I knew I knew I shouldn't be doing this, I opened my mouth and we began kissing. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and pulled me close as he began to rub my bottom again. It felt sooo good. But, I knew I had to stop him.

"Steve, I can't do this with you, I'm a married woman," I said, breaking away from him.

He looked sullen as I continued. "I'm going to go back down to the lobby and wait until I sober up a little more before leaving."

"I'm sorry," Steve said, "I just couldn't control myself... you look so hot in the dress you have on. Jim is a lucky man to have a babe like you. I understand if you don't want me."

Inwardly I smiled. Steve was such a gentleman about me cutting it off and at the same time, I was really very horny!

"It's not that I don't want to fool around Steve, but I'm married and in that state I'm in, things could get carried away."

Steve, probably sensing a small opening, put his arms back around me and pulled me close. "We'll just make it one more kiss then," he whispered.

I don't know why I let him, but I did want to feel him kiss me again. It would just be one innocent kiss I told myself. I opened my mouth to feel his tongue probe into me once more. Six weeks was so long. I was getting ready to break away again when he began to gently stroke my left breast through the soft shiny material of my dress. My Achilles heel. It felt so good it made my knees weak. Just a few minutes longer and then I would go. I wasn't too worried because I knew I could stop him anytime. He was continuing to be a gentlemen and not forcing himself on me. I rationalized to myself that it was just a little harmless petting, something I had done with other guys while still in college. Jim would never know. Just a little harmless thrill.

It felt so good I let him continue. He pulled the top of my dress down exposing my nipples as we kissed. I was getting very hot as he gently rolled them between his fingertips. I instinctively rubbed his muscular chest, digging my nails into his shirt. This man was gorgeous. When he unzipped the back of my dress and pulled my breasts out of the top to lick and suck them it brought me out of my trance. I started to pull away so he increased his sucking to a point it felt too good to stop. I couldn't believe what I was doing. My knees buckled and I had to sit down on the edge of the bed. Just a little longer I told myself. The physical touching after six weeks felt so good. I was also finding it an exciting thrill to be this naughty with someone other than my husband, especially someone he was so competitive with in the past.

As I lay back on the bed and I could feel his hands begin to caress the silkiness of my inner thighs.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," I heard myself moan, as my legs part slightly.

When I didn't resist his hand, he pulled the hem of my dress up and I could feel him softly begin massaging my pussy through the material. I thrust my hips up off the bed to press more firmly against his fingers. His hands pushed my legs farther apart and he gently cupped the soft moistness of my cunt through my panties. I thought I would wet my pants right there. It felt so good. I figured I would let him do this for a few minutes more, maybe even get off and then I would have to make him stop. Steve pulled the crotch of my panties aside and his hand was now inside with one of his fingers moving into the tight opening of my cunt. As my pussy got wetter and hotter he continued to insert more fingers.

"Steve, we have to stop, please! I'm getting so hot, I shouldn't be here!"

He responded by moving his mouth down my stomach, his warm breath blowing on me all the way down to the top of my panties... and pussy.

My God! He was going to eat my pussy, something my husband has never done! I thought.

I was confused and didn't know what to do. On one had I knew I had to stop him, but on the other I had never had anyone eat my pussy and I ached to feel him tonguing me. Common sense got the better of me and when he began to pull off my panties I finally stopped him and told him we were getting carried away and I couldn't let that happen.

"I understand," he said, "I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to do. No one will ever know... I promise."

With that assurance I lifted my hips to let him pull my panties the rest of the way off. I just had to feel this sensation of his mouth on my opening. I lay back and he began by slowly kissing the area around my labia before he began to lick my very wet cunt lips and clit. While he did this he continued to pinch my nipples and move his fingers inside of me. I was in ecstasy as it was everything I imagined it would be. He knew just what to do with a woman. Before long I began to feel my orgasm build within me. I looked forward to the release that had been building for so long. Jim very rarely makes me come so I was really looking forward to it and told myself I would stop afterwards. I needed it too bad. I was getting so hot now I was moaning very loudly and didn't even notice him remove his pants and move up between my legs.

When I felt his lips touch mine I opened my eyes to see Steve above me and looked down to see him guiding his huge cock in between my quivering cunt lips. It was enormous and nearly twice the size of my husbands. My mouth opened in both amazement at the huge size and to scream as he began to push the fat knob of his dick into me.

"Steve no, stop, we can't..I'm not protected!" I screamed.

His calm response surprised me, "I promise I'll pull out...please Jeni...I have to feel the inside of you for just a few moments, oh you, yes....feel...so gooood!"

He continued to push a few more inches into me. It was so thick I felt like my wedding night. "Uggggghhh... too big," I groaned, pushing against his thick chest.

He continued his slow push into me. I was horrified, He wasn't going to stop!!! He was going to fuck me! I protested again, "No, Steve please! don't please, please! I begged, "I can't.....not today...my husbands...waiting for me...I'm ovuulatttingggg...ooohhhnnooo!"

I tried to squeeze my legs together, but I was too close, I was starting to cum already as he sank in further, stretching my cunt lips apart, already more than ever before. My body then betrayed me as my hips began to push and move against him with my building orgasm. I couldn't help it, I couldn't even speak. I could only moan and push back as he began to fuck me towards climax.

He thrust in and out, sinking deeper into my pussy with every push until I felt him ram into my cervix. I was filled completely as his pubic bone ground flat against mine. I began to protest again, but the thrusting of his huge shaft knocked the air out of me.

"Steve...uh... you have... uhh... to... uhh... pull... uhh... out!

I could feel his huge shaft pressing the walls of my pussy apart and the battering ram of his cock head smashing against the opening of my womb. That did it. I exploded in my first real orgasm ever and thought I was going to pass out as wave upon wave of pleasure went through my body.

When I finally recovered I realized my pussy had adjusted to his huge size and I was no longer wincing as his massive cock slid smoothly in and out of my wet pussy. All thoughts of my husband and my unprotected eggs were gone. I was in love with his huge cock. My body finally had what it had been waiting for all night. I was moaning as he slammed himself into me, bucking with the pure pleasure his cock was giving me. It was fantastic having such a large, powerful forbidden cock inside me, and I felt my second climax building up in my stomach very quickly. I was going to come again! Steve's thrusting then got stronger and I realized he was about to come too. I was somewhat disappointed because I knew he would have to pull out before I came again. I was so close.

Then I felt it. The feeling that I've yearned for again every day since that moment. His whole body lurched forward, the tip of his penis smash against my cervix and his loud groan as he shot the first spurt of his semen deep within me. My god, he wasn't pulling out! He was coming inside of me! I was filled with both the feelings of ecstasy and absolute terror. I tried to push him off, but it was too late. His hands were holding down mine and he was pushing into me with all the strength and intensity of his orgasm. What really surprised me is it felt so incredible! When my husband comes it just dribbles out of him. But with Steve I could feel his hot sperm literally shooting into me.

"You said you..would pull out!" I gasped, "Oh...I..can feel it.. you're coming...inside me...oh no.....oh no...not.now..oh,..feels..so good.. I'm comming.....ooohhhh.!", as my hips again involuntarily began to push hard against him. The most intense orgasm I've ever had hit me as he continued to thrust and all I could do was grab his ass and pull him into me further. My entire conscience was focused on this pleasure between my legs now and I screamed with the greatest sexual experience of my life. Wave upon wave of ecstasy went through my body as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me deeper. It was wonderful. I could feel his cum pouring out of me and down the crack of my ass as he kept spurting. I couldn't believe there was so much of it.

When reality began to return the fear of what I had done returned too. I looked down between my spread out legs to see the shiny coating of his semen as it clung to the shaft of his cock while he pulled out.

What had I done. I began to cry. Steve noticed and looked deeply into my eyes as he slowly pumped his now shrinking tool in and out of me. As he did I could feel more of his cum oozing out of my swollen pussy.

"You said you would pull out...you promised! What if you got me pregnant, you're not my husband!" I whimpered.

His response shocked me, "Jeni I'm sorry, you looked and felt too good... I never imagined you would actually let me fuck you...Jeni....Jim's beautiful wife!..when you said you were fertile tonight....well... I had to make sure you experienced a real cock, not that wimpy dick your husband's been giving you."

I paused and looked at him. It all became perfectly clear. I understood now it was really just another competition. He was getting the best of Jim. I began to get angry then not at just Steve, but at Jim, for letting me get into this situation.

At that point it didn't matter anymore. It was done. I could never explain this to my husband. He would never forgive me. I got drunk and let my husband's old rival fuck me and fill me with his sperm on the one-day we were supposed to be trying to make our baby. Considering the fertility pills I was on, my eggs were probably being fertilized at that very moment. Steve filled me with so much of his potent sperm I knew I was pregnant with his child. I realized this game has been happening since the beginning of time. I had let Steve achieve the greatest victory of one rival male over another. Take an opponents woman and impregnate her with your offspring. Jim would never be able to do better than that.

As I thought about how crazy all of this was I realized my legs were still wrapped around him and he was still gently thrusting his cock inside of me as he held me down. It really was a soothing feeling and even when he was soft he was still larger than my husband. I looked up at him and realized my body was starting to respond again. He kissed me again very gently and began softly licking my nipples. To my surprise I could feel his member was beginning to get hard again. My husband had never been able to recover so fast.

I knew I had to stop this time, just in case there was a chance it wasn't too late. I couldn't be so stupid to let him take me again! I let Steve fuck me once and now he was starting to do it again. But as he continued I realized I couldn't stop him. I was still very turned on by what I had done. It felt too good. I was getting exactly what I needed and didn't ever want it to stop. My hips again began to meet each of his thrusts. He released my hands and we began a very slow, even romantic fuck. We continued for a long time as I blocked out all thought of everything except how wonderful his large cock felt pistoning in and out of my sopping wet cunt. His big dick again filled me completely and was stretching my pussy to its limits, something I knew that my husband would never be able to do. I had no idea sex with another man could feel so good. As we fucked I had several smaller orgasms that seemed to just run together.

After a while Steve panted, "I'm going to come again, should I pull out?"

My response still surprises me to this day. As another orgasm built up inside me I begged, "No, come inside me, I want to feel it...again..come inside of me...please!"

He smiled, kissed me, and picked up his rhythm. Reaching underneath me he grabbed one of my ass cheeks in each hand and held me firm as he drove as hard as he could into me, pulling me towards him at the same time.

Before long he stiffened, and again I felt him shoot an incredible load of his sperm into me as I pushed my cunt up to meet each thrust. I could feel each jet hitting my cervix again which triggered another deep orgasm as it penetrated into my womb. When it hit me, I screamed and clawed at his back.. It felt as if the whole world was whirling round; it was so wonderful. Even my nipples burned. I had submitted to Steve in every way and contributed to my husband "losing" to him.

When he finally rolled off of me and pulled his long cock from my red and swollen pussy I slowly sat up on my elbows and looked down at how totally fucked I looked. My pretty dress was bunched up around my waste and my soaked panties were hanging on one ankle. My pussy lips were splayed open, my pubic hair was matted with his cum and the opening to my cunt was bigger than I had ever seen it. My breasts were red from him squeezing them so hard and my nipple looked elongated from his intense sucking.

I sat there looking at how opened up my cunt looked and asked Steve, "Do you think I'll ever be able to feel Jim's small cock inside of me again?"

Steve laughed, "I'm sure you will, pussies are very resilient. But this will be our secret."

After about 20-minutes I staggered to my feet and the cum just ran down the insides Of my thighs as I walked. I had never seen anything like it.

I pulled my dress up and went into the bathroom to fix my hair as best I could. As I walked past him sleeping on the bed, I wondered if I would see him again. I could feel his cum still leaking from me on the ride home and hoped my wet panties would soak it up. As I drove I kept asking myself how I could have let such a thing happen. I felt so naughty.

I tried to slip into the house quietly, thinking Jim would probably be asleep. As I got myself a glass of water in the kitchen his voice startled me.

"Great! You're home. I had just about given up hope of us keeping our ‘date night.'"

"Oh... honey, you scared me to death," I said, panicking and wondering what to do next.

"I know we've been waiting for this for six weeks. I'm sorry to screw up the first part of the evening, but I didn't want to leave you frustrated by not fulfilling the second part."

As he said this, Jim came over and gave me a little hug. I knew I was stuck. There was no way I was getting out of sex, but now I needed to make sure he didn't find out about what had gone on just an hour beforehand.

"Hon... why don't I go take a quick shower and then we can make our baby." I tried to whisper in my sexiest voice.

He surprised me with his answer because I know how much of a clean freak Jim is, especially when it comes to hygiene. "That's okay honey, I'm too horny right now to care about how clean you are. Let's just jump in the sack right now."

While Jim said this he grabbed me by the hand and led me into our bedroom. I panicked, not knowing what to do. The best I could do was flick the light off as we came through the door. At least in the dark he won't be able to see how pawed my breasts look, I thought.

"Holy shit, you aren't wearing a bra," Jim said, as he pulled my dress down and reached up to cup one of my breasts.

"I couldn't find one that would work with this dress," I lied.

I decided my best bet was to go on the offensive. I plunged my tongue into Jim's mouth, while reaching down to grab his dick through his pants. He already had a hard-on and I'm sure was ready to cum after no sex for six-weeks.

"Oooh... baby, I love it when you're aggressive," Jim moaned.

I began unbuttoning his shirt as we scooted, standing up, across the floor towards our bed. By the time we got to the bed, his shirt was off and I was tugging on his belt. Jim in the meantime had my dress off and was cupping my ass in his hands.

"Ahhh... you're making me so hot I'm dripping," I panted in his ear, trying to sound as convincing as I could.

I began rubbing Jim's chest as he moved one of his hands around to cup my pussy.

"Damn," he announced, "I can't believe how wet you are."

I grabbed his stiff little prick and said in a very husky voice, "take me... fuck me hard!"

I rarely talk dirty, so I know Jim was eating it all up as he tore my panties off. I pulled his tightie whities off and his dick pointing straight up at the ceiling. Jim turned my back towards the bed and pressed against me until we fell back. My legs were spread wide with him in between and Jim starting diddling with my clit. It was already swollen and sensitive which cause me to cry out. Jim took it as pleasure, but it was actually almost painful.

"I can't believe how wet you are!" he exclaimed again.

"I'm right at the peak point of ovulation baby," I said to justify myself. Then wanting to continue to distract him I continued, "now shut up and fuck me real good."

Jim moved up higher, putting one hand behind me neck and the other he used to grab himself and guide his rock-hard penis into me. I barely felt him going in and tried to flex my worn out pussy muscles so that I could provide some sort of grip around his skinny dick. He was like the energizer bunny, pistoning in and out my sloppy hole. Between my ovulation, normal wetness from stimulation, and Steve's two huge loads, the only time I really felt Jim was when he poked into the sides of my pussy walls by accident.

I reached around and lightly caressed his little ball sac.

"Ooohh... yeaaahhh... that feels soooo good," he moaned.

Jim didn't last long under normal circumstances, so I knew that in his six-week stored up state he'd cum in no time. I wasn't taking any chances though and moved my fingers up to tickle his sensitive spot just between his balls and anus. Jim began shaking trying to control himself and then I stuck my finger into his anus and be let loose with a loud cry.

"Ahhhhhh.... I'm cummmiiiinnnggg!"

I cried out to, faking an orgasm so that he would think we came together.

* * * * When I woke in the morning, Jim was gone. I found a note on my nightstand.

DEAR JENI: LAST NIGHT WAS THE BEST SEX I'VE EVER HAD WITH YOU. I HOPE WE HAVE A PRESENT 9 MONTHS FROM NOW! HAD TO RUN INTO THE OFFICE. I'LL SEE YOU TONIGHT! LOVE ALWAYS, JIM

I felt a mixture of guilt and satisfaction. It seemed like I was actually going to get away with it. I took a nice long, hot shower and was just toweling off when the doorbell rang. I quickly slipped on a robe and made my way to the door. When I opened it I couldn't believe who was standing there.

"Steve! What the hell are you doing here?" I cried out in a panic.

"Hey...hey... calm down," he said. "I couldn't get you out of my mind and had to have you one more time before I head to the airport."

"I can't believe you came back," I said, both wanting to slam the door on him due to his arrogance in thinking he could have me again, but also wanting to jump on that big, pogo stick cock of his.

"Aren't you going to invite me in? You are naked under that robe, aren't you?" He grinned.

I looked over his muscular body, thought about his huge cock that was in me less than 12 hours ago, thought about Jim and how I shouldn't tempt fate, and then grabbed his arm and pulled him inside.

"Okay, Steve... here are the rules. Yesterday you broke them all. Jim is gone to the office and I'd love to fuck you one last time, but you have to promise that this is it. Even though my husband has a tiny dick, he's still my husband and I love him. I can't lead a double life. One last fuck and then you're off to the airport... agreed."

"Agreed... I'll do whatever you ask me to," he said, with a sly grin.

I dropped my robe and standing there totally nude. It took Steve about two seconds to strip off his clothes. He put his big, strong arms around me and pulled me in tight as we kissed with the same passion as the day before. I reached down and cupped his heavy ball sac. Jim's was like a little boys in comparison. I fondled them as his did the same to my breasts and then I moved my hand up and grabbed his thick shaft and began milking him.

"Oohh, baby... that feels so good," he moaned.

He reached down and rubbed his fingers between my slick pussy lips. I felt myself getting weak in the knees again. "I need you to fuck me hard," I confessed.

"We only did it one way last night, baby... today we're going to have some real fun."

Steve turned me around and bent me over the couch. "Spread ‘em," he ordered.

I spread my legs apart as he cupped my cunt and ran his fingers along my wetness up to my asshole. Then I felt him rubbing his fat, cockstick along my opening, getting himself all slick. "You're gonna love this. Yesterday I was a gentleman, but today I'm a caveman," he laughed.

As Steve began his assault on my pussy, I groaned. He was prying open my cunt again and I felt the walls of my pussy strain open as his rock-hard cock pushed in.

"Oh...oohh...oooohhhhh....shit! You're splitting me in half.....fuuuuuuuuuuccckkk!" I screamed without shame.

Steve gripped my hips firmly and pulled me into himself as he thrust forward until he bottomed out. My cunt was gripping him hard as he pulled out until just the tip of his dick was in me, then he shoved forward again. "Uggghhhh!" I cried.

His stamina was amazing as he continued fucking me like a machine. I must have orgasmed 6 times before I heard him grunting that he was going to cum. "Uhhh... uhhh.. uhhh... here it comes... baaaaaaaabbbbbyyyyyyy!"

Again I felt the rush of his cum blasting out of his cock and into the depths of my pussy. The sounds of our moaning and my sloppy cunt filled the room until he finally slowed down. He pulled out and I groaned at the void. "Stay down," he said as I tried to get up off the coach, "I told you I was going to give you everything I've got."

I didn't know what he meant, but felt him drawing a line with his cock up and down the crack of my ass. No... he wasn't planning on putting that monster in my ass, was he? I struggled to get up but he held me down. He seemed to be moving around quite a bit and then I felt my asshole being entered and begged him to stop.

"Please Steve... my asshole is a virgin. Your big cock will never fit in there. It barely fit in my pussy," I cried.

"You'll be okay," he snickered, "I promise... at least for now."

What did he mean by that? I felt his cock continue to press into my hole and I prepared to cringe with unbearable pain, but it never got that bad. Maybe the lubrication did its trick, I thought.

"Mmmm.... That's not so bad," I said, as he played with my clit and started working me towards and orgasm. The feeling was unbelievable and I pushed back against his cock as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm. "Yeah.... Yeah... that's it... I'm cumminggggg..." I cried out. I then felt him loosen his grip on my back and I just lay there spent. He continued to shove into my ass and I expected him to cum at any moment as he picked up the pace. Then I heard him in front of me. "Push up with your hands and suck my dick," he said.

My mind was spinning as I obeyed his command instinctively. Steve was in front of me, his dick in his hand, rubbing it across my mouth. But who was behind me fucking me in the ass. I couldn't turn around, but I found out in the next second.

"Hi, honey... I'm home!" came Jim's familiar voice. Jim... my Jim, was fucking me in the ass. We had never done that before. I opened my mouth to say something and Steve took the opportunity to shove his big, dick in. Here I was with a dick in my mouth and ass... my husband and his biggest competitor in high school. Jim came first, with a loud victory yell and then pulled out and watched Steve cum in my mouth.

* * * *

That was 3 months ago. Come to find out that Jim had set the whole thing up. Apparently Steve had come into town and made contact with Jim during the six weeks we were waiting for his sperm count to build up. Steve had actually sought Jim out to reconcile their relationship. It was Jim's idea to approach Steve on trying to impregnate me. Steve had great genes, Jim had decided, and he was sick of all the humiliation he was going through in trying to get me pregnant. He had actually concocted the whole story about not being able to go to the reception that night and had even hid in Steve's closet at the hotel and watched me give in to him.

At first I was pissed with Jim and how he had set me up. But then I decided, how could I get pissed at a guy who let me get fucked by a guy he used to hate, with a dick that was more than twice his size. So now I'm just going into the second trimester of my pregnancy. My breasts are starting to swell and Jim and I are having the best sex of our lives. Steve headed back out West, but is definitely showing up for the delivery. He can't wait to see our baby and since Jim and I have decided we want three children, we are planning our long-term schedule so that Steve can impregnate me. What the hell... we want all the kids to look the same... wouldn't you.