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Jay was sitting beside me, gently stroking my hair and forehead as I drifted back to consciousness. His eyes were locked on mine as he smiled lovingly at me. "How are you my love?"

How do I answer that? How do I tell him that I now crave a good fucking? How do I gracefully admit he has won, that I have lost our critically important interpersonal battle of sexual practices? Just the thought of having to admit that to him makes me strive to regain my newly lost innocence, my ability to again, and unfeelingly, control our sex lives, my hard sought but naturally inhibited ability to not need to yield to my orgasm, my ability to look at his needy erect hardness and feel contempt at his petulant, so obvious desire. My very pride is at stake here.

How do I answer him? Do I decide that I will deny my own aroused and newly born desire? Yes! That is what I will do! I will recover. I will again dominate! I will yet WIN!

Looking demurely at his loving countenance, I deliberately smile and refocus the conversation. "Are you having a good birthday honey? I hope so. I have tried so hard to act like I think you want me to."

His face fell a bit, his eyes anxious. Why is he still smirking at me?

"Are you not having fun honey? Wasn’t the massage just perfect?"

"Yea babe, it was OK, but I wish it was you that was enjoying all of this, not me."

"I know honey. I know how hard it is for you to feel like you can ‘take.’ But just think of it as giving me my most wonderful birthday present ever! Think of it as giving baby, because that is what it is, you know."

Yeah! I did know, but it also meant that I was losing. There was no way I was going to lose. "OK baby, for you I will do it."

His face lit up like the Christmas tree lighting in Rockefeller Center. The ache between my legs, and in my breasts wrested my attention for a few minutes as he again started talking about the rest of this day, his birthday. Why can I not concentrate on what he is saying. All I can think about is the need to touch myself where I NEVER touch myself.

"…Sofie Calle in thirty minutes."

What had he been saying? Why does that name ring a bell to me? I remembered back to my college fine arts and art history courses and suddenly realized he was talking about a very famous French photographer. Struggling to think in the midst of my unwelcome needs, I vaguely recalled that she was an unorthodox essay style photographer who took great pride in her creative flair. Hmm, her work was inspired by the use of arbitrary sets of constraints, if I remember correctly. Jay had me intrigued, but how do I ask him what the hell he was saying without tacitly admitting I was distracted by my unwelcome new needs?

Oh what the hell, I decided I would bluff my way through this. "Thirty minutes? I’ll grab a quick shower before she gets here baby."

"OK! Great! We can talk as you shower! I want to tell you some of what she said when I booked her."

Damn it! I was going to relieve myself in the shower, but now I can’t! Shit! What is he babbling about, ‘when he booked her?’ Booked who? Calle? Fat chance! She was the most famous early essayist in French photographic history. She might even be dead now. No way he has her coming here. Oh god there is that word, cumming. Maybe if I turn away from him…….

But I could not, and he did sit there the whole time as I bathed, and he watched me. Damn!

"You won’t need any clothing baby, just put on a light robe, OK?" What in the world was he talking about!

I heard the door bell. Grabbing a robe, I went into the dressing room and began to furiously brush my hair. We had guests and I had no idea who or why. Just a robe? What was going on? I hated being so turned on like this.

Down stairs, Jay was talking in his reverent tones, so I knew it was someone he wanted to impress. All I could hear were tones, not words, until I realized they had walked up stairs and as well as Jay’s voice, I could hear a slightly feminine gruff voice. She sounded like a heavy smoker. I could smell her before I saw her. Her cigarettes were still heavily on her breath as well as integrated into the clothing she wore. Pulling my robe together, I stepped out of my dressing room, flustered and highly irritated.

"Sweetheart, this is Sofie Calle. Sofie, this is my wife, Deni, of whom we have talked so much about. Sofie was just explaining…" I lost total ability to concentrate. GOD! It WAS her! She was in my house! Oh god what did she think of my art pieces I had so carefully gathered, had framed to suit the piece, carefully arranged on my walls. OK, OUR walls. This was still Jay’s house too. Maybe not after today, but…..

"…natural progression of birth." I had done it again, I had spaced out and not heard what was talked about. The heavy fog of my throbbing sexual need was turning me into a stupid blonde bimbo. Well, not that I am blonde, but the rest sure seemed to fit right now.

Ms Calle stepped to me and pulled my robe open and down my shoulders. Her appraising eyes searched my exposed breasts, my shoulders, my neck line. "Hmmmpp! Veery nice!" Her French accent was very muted. Her English almost perfect. Her hands assessed the slopes of my shoulders even as she assessed my photogenic qualities. Her hands then pushed my robe off my arms. I stood there in front of this French cigarette smoking stranger as she appraised me like a seven dollar an hour art student posing for art class for college tuition credits.

Her hands reached down and parted my sex lips. My GOD! This woman is so fucking nosy! My mind no longer sieved my words. I was too far over the line now. I was a walking need for orgasm. I had been reduced to a sexual object by everyone around me. I was a walking sexual object. My body had somehow taken over my mind. I was only here for sexual purposes.

Her nicotine stained fingers in me probed my arousal as if she owned my need. She pinched my soft wet lip and pulled it aside to peer at my clittie hiding there, erect and throbbing, but until now still possessing its dignity, unlike the new me. She turned me around and pushed me over, pulling my cheeks apart to caress my small rosebud, also watching it as her fingers probed to determine pliability, malleability of my most private opening. With added pressure she attempted to enter me there as she pursed her lips in professional conjecture. Licking her fingertips, she again pressed on my secret orifice. With sinking heart, I felt her wetted digits begin to enter me, violate me. My sex began to leak its humiliating wetness. Her fingers twirled within me as she clucked in deep thought.

"Ee sink ve must use her frrrront, not her behine. She ees perrrrfect! You vere rrrright wis me! …… Avante!" Several women entered my bedroom with photographic equipment and began to rearrange my bedroom under Ms. Calle’s direction.

I sensed someone behind me. Turning, I beheld the most perfect naked male body I have ever seen. My gaze dropped to its crotch. I could not stop my eyes from staring. Nor could I stop my mouth from dropping open. I stood there dumb founded, enraptured by the perfect view before me. Then it smiled at me. My knees went weak. His gaze was so soft and so gentle. How was it that the most beautiful men in the world were all at my house today? What had I done to have that happen to me? I felt my greedy hold on my dominance over my husband slip again.

Jay’s arm went around my shoulder. "Honey, Sofie wants to do this on black and white film, so Leo is the obvious choice. It will take a lot less editing to get the contrast between his skin and yours this way. OK? I know his cock is a bit large, but Sofie tells me that he is very gentle and considerate. She works with him a lot when she needs a black model for her shoots. Are you excited about working with a world famous artist to do your essay? Just think baby, your body will be world famous now. She already has several magazines signed up to publish her new essay!"

MY NAKED BODY IN MAGAZINES? What is happening here? For god sakes, what I my husband doing to me? That stupid contract I signed! What was I THINKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God, never trust a lawyer! Just a little agreement. MY god, I was about to have my naked body shown around the world to people I did not know and to people I did even not want to thiiiiink about doing what things while they looked at my naked body! OH GOD!

"Here honey, sign this release form right here. I have looked it over already, it is OK. You get 50% of all royalties." He put the fucking pen in my hand and looked at me with that ‘Are you going to go against your word to me, are you’ look. He had me in his cross hairs and I no longer had any say in my life. My radically altered life. MY FUCKING CHANGED LIFE! God! I was swearing horribly all the time now. What was happening to me?

I signed the contract and he handed it to Ms Calle. She put it in her battered leather brief case. One of her helpers took the brief case and disappeared out the door. Oh god, bring it back, lets start today all over again! Please?!!!!!!!!

While I was looking at the disappearing briefcase, someone started to tug and pull at my nipples. They sprang instantly to erect neediness. By the time I was ready to deal with the unwanted touches, they had stopped.

I was guided over to the bed. My bed. OUR bed. Our MARITAL bed!

Ms Calle pulled a chair in front of me, pulling me down as she also sat.

One of her helpers also sat down and began to explain Ms Calle’s vision for her new masterpiece. The essay was to be an allegory of human conception and birth. She was substituting Leo’s penis for the baby. Leo was to be the impregnating father. His penis was to be birthed from me after it had impregnated me. She waxed eloquent about how the yin and yang of life were being respected, amplified. She talked about the duality of life. God, this woman soon had me believing in the concept. I began to think maybe this would not be so bad! They were going to shoot the essay in reverse sequence. I was first to have my beloved baby in my arms, caressing it, nourishing it from my suddenly milk filled breasts as I kissed it with loving tenderness.

Ms Calle brought Leo to me, arranging his erect penis within my arms. She guided his penile head to my ready nipple, placing the opening of him on the tip. He was pulsing slightly under my touch. She wrapped my arms under him, as if I were holding a newborn. My hand was under his glans, supporting his head as it were a soft new infant’s head needing support. She guided my lips to his purple head and told me to softly kiss him there with semi-open-lipped soft kisses. I felt my body responding to the scent of his clean manly skin. I enjoyed my caressing lingual kisses of his erection. I kissed him in many different positions as the camera clicked and whirred. Soon I forgot that there was anybody there but my baby and me. My mothering body was now dedicated to this new precious child.

Ms Calle guided his glans back to my nipple. A heavy drop of clear liquid ran from my little chocolate baby’s tiny mouth onto my erect nipple. I pulled his head to my nipple to allow him to suckle me there, to receive my clear milk, my new mother’s milk. I smiled at him with a love I had never felt before. This was my new baby. I loved him without reserve.

Ms Calle gently removed my baby from my arms and placed me on Leo’s lap, arranging me so that the head of his penis was protruding only a fraction of an inch from under me. A single photographer stood above me, shooting down across my new milk filled breasts to my womb’s opening. The picture would show my birthing baby’s head crowning from my womb.

Then they sequenced the length of Leo coming out of me, shooting the sequence of his long penis emerging from under me until my beloved baby was fully birthed from within me. I watched as I felt his erection move out from under me, pulsing with the heart beat of my incredibly conceived baby. Watching his incredible length and thickness, I could not help but wonder what it would feel like inside my body. Inside my womb, where it had already impregnated me, making my beloved baby, letting me give miraculous birth to my baby. I could feel the miracle of birth happening to me. I was totally in the moment of this.

Ms Calle then laid me back on my marital bed, mussing my hair carefully. She brought Leo to me and laid him between my thighs, pulling his rampant manhood to within four inches my needy wet and fully expanded vaginal opening. The camera clicked and whirred again as his cock closed on my opening, then touched me, then slowly inch by inch entered me to simulate my impregnation. The expansion and stretching of me was the most incredibly arousing sensation I had ever experienced. My hands went to his heavily muscled shoulders. My mouth was open, my eyes were wide as I felt my body accepting a black man’s penis into me deeper and deeper until I swore there was nothing left between my sex and my throat. Still he slipped within me until I felt his rock hard phallus nudge my belly upward. Looking down at my stomach, I could see his outline where it emerged from under my pelvic girdle. Ms Calle gurgled in pleasure as she rearranged the lighting to accentuate the shadowy form of him within my body. She chattered about the baby being visible within me. I was only vaguely aware of others around me. My focus was totally on my penetration, my impregnation. My conception of my first child. My first baby. The baby I had wanted for so long. To feel it grow in me, to feel it be nourished by my own body. I wanted this worse than anything I had ever felt before.

My legs went around my lover’s buttocks, pulling him into me. Forcing his cock to fill me until there was nothing left outside me. My hips began to rock as he withdrew his long hardness from within me. His muscles rippled as he began to pump me. I rocked my hips meeting his thrusts. I wanted my baby now. I was totally focused on causing my impregnation. There was no life for me outside this fucking of my fertile needy cunt. I knew I was fertile today. I knew from the tenderness in my belly that my egg had begun its trip down my tubes. All I had to do was provide it with one tiny sperm to have my most heartfelt desire. And I had within me the very thing that could provide it.

"Oh god Jay, yes Jay fuck me Jay fuck your cum in me Jay, cum in me baby, yes put your sperm in me baby. I am fertile today baby. Make me pregnant honey. Please Jay, don’t pull out today honey, fuck me full of your cum baby. Please baby, cummmmmm in meeeee! Oh goddddddddd Oh goddddd OH god baby fuck me hard, cum in me, make me pregnant Jayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

I felt the sperm erupt from that huge fertile penis within me, and I screamed in delirious joy. I wrapped my legs around his body to insure that his sperm firing cock would stay deep inside my fertile womb. I panted as I felt his cock draining his baby making sperm into my fertile womb. I even felt as if I could feel the joining of the two tiny bodies as they collided within my mothering womb, joining together to start the life of my new chocolate love baby, our new baby. When I awoke from the most incredible orgasm of my life, only Leo was there, still inside me, still pulsing his sperm into my fertile welcoming womb.