Impregnorium - No Condoms, No Pills, No Pulling Out!

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My wife is on the Pill. At least, she thought she was.

I have a friend who works in medical packaging. He was able to help me figure out how to fake her pills. She’s been taking placebos for the last four months.

She noticed a change in her periods a couple of months ago, so she went to her doctor. They did some blood tests but who was going to suspect that the pills were replaced? She’s been eating the evidence. The doctor put her on a different oral contraceptive but you don’t start it right away. You have to wait for the right time in your cycle to start taking the pills. That gave me time to prepare a new set of fakes.

We’ve been married for three years. We talked about having children but we didn’t get around to it. My wife wanted to wait. I was patient for a while but the patience has worn thin. I didn’t want to argue so I took matters into my own hands.

While I was fucking her, I fantasized that I was getting her pregnant. It made me feel more sexual, more masculine. I was implanting my seed and this woman had no choice, didn’t even know it was happening. It was my decision, my responsibility, and my actions that would fill her body.

I realized how much I wanted to make the fantasy real. I wanted to give her a baby and, after she had given birth to that one, I wanted to give her another, and another, and another. I wanted to live in the reality that every time we had sex if she wasn’t pregnant already, she would be soon. I never wanted to use a condom or a diaphragm or Pills ever again. I just wanted us to fuck, skin to skin, all the time and take life as it came.

That’s why I faked her pills.

About half an hour ago, I was playing with her pussy. She was moaning with pleasure but I had ulterior motives. There was something I wanted to see. I stuck my fingers in as far as I could and harvested some of the mucus. I read on the Internet that it’s supposed to be stretchy, like egg white, when she’s ovulating. And it is. It made me a little harder when I saw it.

When I slipped into her, I wondered if the fantasy would come true this time. I hoped.

I’ve been stroking in and out of her for a while now. She’s on her back, her legs are bent and her ankles are on my shoulders. Her eyes are closed. She’s cum twice and I’m close. Very close.

I look down and see my dick disappearing into her. I think about my sperm swimming in her body.
I think, somewhere behind her belly-button, an egg is being fertilized.
I caress her stomach and I think about her belly swelling as our baby grows.
I feel how slick her pussy is and I thing about her giving birth and the beautiful child that comes out of her.
I think about doing it all over again a year from now.

I can feel the sensations in the head of my dick. It feels like the muscles are receding in my groin, opening a path for my semen, reaching down.
I’m close. So close.

Not yet. I clench my butt.

It feels wonderful but I want it to feel better.

It’s building but I can still hold it back.

But not for much longer.

not . . .

. . . not . . .

. . .for much

longer

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