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First let me give you some background on myself: I'm 48, male,
190cm tall and have been happily married for almost a quarter
of a century.

I met my wife while I was studying engineering and we dated for
four years before we got married. She was the first woman I had
sex with and I've always adored her most when she was pregnant.

This attraction to her rounded belly and bulging tits has
resulted in her and me having a large family - 7 kids ranging
from 23 to 9 years old - somewhat exotic in a country where
the avarage number of children is close to 1.5 per couple.

The last time she got pregnant was that famous 'one time
without rubber', which resulted in us having twins, six years
after our last child had been born. After a mild initial
shock we welcomed them into our life, but my wife decided that
she would have her tubes tied when the babies were delivered
- reason specified in the doctors report 'family planning
completed'.

Sex with my wife has not been the same since, knowing that
I won't be able to make her tummy swell ever again. I somehow
miss that feeling of intimacy that comes from two people trying
to create life together in an act of ultimate reunion, although
in my more rational moments I feel that seven kids to raise and
to care for are quite enough.

The reason I'm writing this story is that I might find out in
the next two weeks, that I'm actually the father of child by
another woman - and here is how that happened:

I work as contractor for big companies and about 5 years ago
one of the employees of one of those companies, let's call her
Kaye, and I went out for a business lunch together. The
restaurant had some tables set off from the main area thus
creating a secluded spot that could not be overseen nor
overheard from the central room.

While waiting for our orders to arrive, sipping away at a
glass of wine each, Kaye suddenly changed the topic of the
discussion to personal matters - something we would not
usually do, as our relation had a strictly business only
character up to this point.

She confided in me that she currently lived in a lesbian
relationship, which had been the longest lasting relationship
she ever had been in and how it was about to come to an end.
She asked me whether I was upset at her openly admitting to
being homosexual and I told her no.

Then she continued to tell me about her life, how she had
been sexually attracted to a classmate at 14, about her
first sexual experiences with her girlfriend, about her
being attracted to women, sometimes unilaterally and
from a distance only, about her parents that didn't know
about it, about her father who didn't care, about her
mother who had a weak personality and was easily suppressed
by her father.

Kaye also told me about a gay boy friend and the experimenting
they did finding out about the other sex. Friendly, openly
talking, touching and feeling but neither one really getting
off on it.

Then she told me about the time she was raped by much older
man while on holiday, how she got pregnant from that rape at 19,
how her father told her that she just got what she deserved,
how she had an abortion and how left alone she felt with
all of that.

It is amazing how little we know about the human background
of the people we work with. Here was a pretty woman, 10 years
younger than myself, unfolding the story of her life in
front of me. What a wealth of experiences, what a maturity
coming from having to deal with them!

Coffee had just arrived, when she sprang on me, that
she thought she had fallen in love with me and wanted to
have sex with me.

My first reaction was one of disbelief - imagine: here's
an older man listening to the tales of a pretty woman,
more from a fatherly point of view then from a position of a
guy wanting to get into the girls pants. She tells him that
she's in a lesbian relation that she wants to get out of
and then suddenly asks him to sleep with her!

After the initial surprise, I remembered my wife offering me
a 'carte blanche' if I ever got the chance, one reason being
that she had had her share of lovers before she got to know
me, whereas for me she was the first - and up to that point
only - woman I've ever had an intimate relationship with, the
other reason being that she thought that some experience
outside of our marriage might do us both some good.

I told Kaye about my wife's offer, suggesting that there
would be some chance of us getting together, but also asked
her to wait, because I needed to take this up with my wife first.

This I did when I returned home in the evening, and - lo and
behold - actually got my wife's permission to wander astray.

There were some conditions attached to that generous permission,
though: No lasting consequences, neither health wise (...living
in the time of AIDS...) nor commitment wise (...no kids...).
Also the whole affair had to be kept a secret, with only the
people involved knowing about it.

I told Kaye the good news and a few days later I rode my car to
Kayes place in the middle of town, arriving there some time in
the afternoon.

I rang and Kaye opened the door dressed in a bathrobe and
welcomed me with a big, wet kiss on my mouth. She pulled me
inside and we continued kissing, out tongues entwining, out
bodies trembling in anticipation.

When we came up for air again she caressed my face and let her
hands follow the curve of my throat down to the top of my shirt.
She slowly undid the first button, then the next, kissing her
way down my breast leaving a moist trail and making me shake
like an aspen tree with excitement.

She pulled the shirt out of my trousers and pushed it down my
arms, kissing my nipples and sucking on them very lightly. She
straightened up again, led my hands to the tied belt that was
holding her bathrobe and I gently pulled on it. The bathrobe
became undone and with a single movement she shed it from
her shoulders, revealing her marvelous breasts still clad in
a halter, her trim body and luscious bottom covered by sheer
lacy pants. Kaye pressed her body against mine and rubbed her
tits softly against my belly. I could feel her nipples straining
to be released from their confinement and, kissing my way from
her forehead, over her eyes, mouth, neck, down to her cleavage,
on to her belly, I slowly pulled her bra upward from her breasts
and over her head, unveiling a pair of beautifully rounded tits
with mid-sized aureolas and nipples like small raspberries
sticking out and shriveling at the touch of the fresh air.

Kaye drew in a breath as I softly kissed her breast, licked
her aureolas and lightly sucked on her nipples. I've always
been a tit man, and Kayes are among the most beautiful I've
ever seen, let alone touched and appreciated with all my senses.

Then I stood up again and felt her now bare bosom sliding down
my naked breast coming to rest just above my belly. Kaye gave
a small yelp when the cold buckle of the belt of my trousers
touched her bare tummy. She pushed me away slightly and
quickly planted a kiss on my chest. She knelt down and undid
the buckle, opened the button of my jeans and slid down
the zipper. She softly grabbed the top of my trousers and
underpants and pulled them down to the floor, letting me step
out of them and my shoes.

My dick jumped out when it was freed from its confinement and
nearly hit her in the face. She gave a small laugh and playfully
touched my penis making me shudder. She cupped my balls and
slowly let her hand glide up the shaft to the top, where some
precum was already oozing out.

In a quick movement Kaye stood up, brushed against me, planted
yet another kiss on my mouth and then grabbed my member, turned
around and led me to her bedroom next door. She turned me around
so that my back was to the bed and pushed me onto the cushions.

My head was now height of her tummy, so I grabbed her around
her ass and kissed her on her belly and then outlined the rim
of her panties on her tummy and on her legs with my tongue.

I felt like a boy at christmas finally unwrapping the present
that must contain the one thing he was longing for all those
cold and lonely winter evenings. I could smell the sweet scent
of her arousal as I pulled down her panties revealing her
neatly trimmed bush and her pussy glistening with pearls of
her lust.

As I let myself sink onto her bed I pulled her along ending
up with my head between her thighs, her vulva exposed to my
mouth and tongue. I inhaled deeply, smelling her womanhood
and savouring Kayes taste, so sweet and musky. I licked up
and down her slit tasting her, slightly touching the hood
of her clit on each upstroke. Reaching up with my arms I cupped
her breasts and twiddled her nipples. Eating her out while
reciting some parts of the Kamasutra I was drowning in her
sweetness and enjoyed the perfect view of her most private
parts and all the way up her front to her tits. Her head was
thrashing back and forth coming into view and vanishing again
driven by pure animalistic lust.

I was amazed how easily Kaye was excited by my ministrations
and loved to feel her immediate reaction to every lick and
touch.

After some time Kaye got somewhat tired of kneeling and
shaking and got up. She reached to the nightstand, grabbed
a condom she had previously deposited there and carefully
ripped the package open. She took the lubricated rubber,
inspected it, held it by the reservoir and then unrolled it
over my cock, stroking it down my shaft until it reached
the base of my dick.

She then laid down on her back and said: "Be gentle, please.
I've not had a man enter me for a very long time and I'm
afraid that it will hurt."

I got up on my knees and moved over onto her. I gave her
clit a quick lick and then kissed my way up her body, suckling
on her breast and finally reaching her mouth. Kissing her
fully and letting our tongues play I positioned myself at
the entry of her vagina and very slowly pushed in.

She was as tight as could be and only her wetness and
my arousal made penetration possible at all. Slowly,
slowly her body accomodated to my invading member and,
although the feeling was somewhat dumbed by the latex
sheath between us, I went deeper and deeper in slow
shallow strokes until I finally bottomed out.

We stayed in this position for some time and then I began
slowly to pull out and push back in again in gentle
movements.

The tightness and excitement was overwhelming me and
much too soon I came, pressing into her depth and blowing
my wad into the rubber. When my dick was getting limp,
I carefully grabbed the condom and pulled out.

Kaye hadn't come yet, but I was spent for the moment and
so we cuddled up and shortly both of us drifted away into
a light slumber.

We spent the whole night making love, chatting, cuddling
and drifting away on the clouds of satisfaction, hers
and mine. I experienced sexual responsiveness I've never
felt before in my life and Kaye got percived, appreciated
and adored as a whole human being like never before (and
yes, she had her share of orgasms that night as well).

That afternoon/night was a once in a life time experience
and the only thing that I regretted was to not being
able to feel her all natural.

Kaye had the same feelings and so we sought out ways
to get that rubber barrier out of the way. When Kaye had
had a boyfriend years ago, she had gone on the pill and
it had messed up her hormone balance something terrible.
Having been with women only since had made that kind of
insurance superfluous and unnecessary.

So finally Kaye made up her mind, went to her gynecologist,
and got a prescription for the birth control pill. But
again she was subject to unexpected mood swings, painful
monthlies - the works. So after the first month she decided
to have an IUD inserted, and - except for somewhat stronger
and longer menstruation - she felt much more comfortable
with this.

We had another night together, this time being as close
together as nature has meant man and woman to be. We were
both in heaven, but - alas - it was not going to last for
long.

In the meantime, my wife had severe regrets and was suffering
from having given permission. "What am I lacking, that
you find in Kaye?" was her main question and after some
quite hefty discussions with my wife and with Kaye, I decided
to stick to our initial agreement and that it was time to
terminate the sexual relationship with Kaye that had given
us both so much pleasure and intimacy.

For Kaye the situation was difficult, too. She had become
attached to the love, acceptance and caring she received
from me and found it hard to give it up, as she couldn't
understand my wifes hurting. But nonetheless she accepted
the situation and we settled for a close friendship, both
of us building on the mutual trust established through our
sexual relationship.

The whole affair had lasted about half a year at this point
and, although a disturbing experience for all of us, it had
changed all of our lives.

I continued doing business with the client Kaye was working
for and we saw each other on a regular basis at work. Every
now and then I would take half an hour off in the morning
and would visit Kaye at home, getting some time to talk with
her alone on personal matters, either hers or mine, and
drinking a cup of coffee.

Kaye had several love affairs, both with men and women, but
none of these lasted very long and more often than not it
was the intensity of her commitment and her sexual power
that seemed to frighten her lovers-to-be away.

This more or less father-daughter relationship went on until
mid of last year when, after Kaye had had a particularily long
stretch of sexual draught, she one morning surprised me by
snuggeling right up to me when I arrived for a chat & coffee
breakfast.

I was surprised at the intensity and urge of her kisses and
memories of times long past were coming back in an instance.
She kissed me like a drowning woman, playing her tounge in
my mouth and I instantly got a hard-on. When we came up
for air she whispered: "I've been masturbating until the
brim of orgasm thinking of you. I need to feel you, now!"

Who was I to resist such a demand? We both virtually ripped
our clothes off and this time I pushed her onto her bed. I
went down on my kneeѕ, between her thighs and without delay
eagerly munched away at her labia, dipping my tounge into
her hot and juicy cunt, rubbing my nose all over her clit,
deeply inhaling her sweet perfume.

She grabbed her tits and twisted her nipples between her
fingers, moaning. She lifted her hips slightly to give me
better access and I licked away at her swollen love bud and
drank her juices right from the source as she came in a
mind blowing orgasm.

When she came back from Nirvana she pulled me onto her,
planted a kiss on my mouth, tasting her own scent, and
then made us both turn over, so she could get on top.

She straightend up a little hanging her breasts right in my
face and I grabbed them both, sucked slightly first on the
left and then on the right nipple. Kaye slid a little further
down and pressed her vulva onto my dick, slowly moving back
and forth, spreading her moisture from the top, on the shaft,
right down over my balls and back up again.

I was in heaven feeling her riding me, posessing me. After
a few strokes Kaye tilted her hips a little and on the
next down stroke my dick entered her slick cunt, sliding
smoothly all the way into her warm and moist tunnel of
love until the head of my penis came to rest on the entry
to her womb.

Kaye and I locked our eyes and the world around us vanished.
Her innermost soul and mine were dancing in perfect unity as
she moved up and back down again, impaling herself on my rod,
her cunt muscles grabbing me, milking me for my load.

We didn't last very long and we both came forcefully at the
same time, me spraying her womb with my seed, stammering
"You're so beautiful. I love you." over and over again,
she holding me tight, her cunt milking every single drop
from me, both of our soulѕ locked into one. It was so
intense that we both nearly passed out.

Kaye slumped onto my chest, we were both crying with joy,
full of the love we had just shared, and cuddled up kissing
and caressing one another until cold reality caught up with
us and we became individual beings again.

We both agreed that this would be a one-time-only regression
into the past and Kaye and I went back to our normal lives.

Some time later, after watching the movie "The sign of the
Dragonfly", a mystic movie on the experience of death, Kaye
wrote to me about it:

"Close to the end a woman said something that really touched
my soul and reminded me of our last encounter: When a woman
bears the child of a man this is the deepest and most powerful
form of a reunion. She is carrying a combination of herself
and her man within her, created in an act of love. (In the
film the woman dies in the wilderness and the natives can only
save the newborn. The woman's soul then leads her man to the
tribe, because she wanted to offer him the fruit of thier love.)
That's the way I imagine it, too and I can only imagine it with
you: A child is the most perfect human being, living proof of
love. There is something god-like in the act of conception -
if it happens in love. The idea of bearing a being in me that
is half your genes, your cells, your soul and your blood and
half my genes and cells my blood, my soul. And at the same
time not just an addition of two halves, but something
completely new and unique - WOW! And in spite of all of this,
as your part would only be in the act of insemination, I do
not want to bear the responsibility alone..."

We discussed and dismissed it and again some time passed until
a week ago when I again visited Kaye for a coffee-and-talk breakfast.

I knew something was up, when she greeted me at the door as
we had met the first time, just dressed in a bathrobe.

She closed the door behind me, turned around, untied the
knot and dropped her bathrobe to the ground. She pressed
against me and said: "I've just made my mind up - I know
a better way to spend the time than drinking coffee!"

With that she pushed my jacket backward over my shoulders
and began unbuttoning my shirt. Not having expected anything
like that I was trembling like a boy, my legs were shaking.

Within a very short time she had undressed me, my penis
becoming fully awake when she undid my slacks. She cuddled
up to me, pressing her bare breasts into my chest and kissed
me.

I was as if on automatic control, following her into her
bedroom, where she lay back on the bed and spread her
legs wide apart, calling me "Come here big boy! I want
you on top of me!"

I followed her request, closing down on her, rubbing my
cock between her slick and hot labia, sliding it up and
down her pussy and over her clit.

She seemed impatient: "Come on, put it in! I want to feel
you!" and with that she pushed slightly forward, right when
my penis was over her vagina and I slid in.

She pulled me down onto her and planted wet kisses on my mouth,
quickly building up a rythm with her pelvis, using her legs
to pull me closer until I bottomed out in her, the tip of
my cock nested against the entry to her uterus.

Somehow the feeling was a little different from what I
remembered it to be, but then again memories fade the
more far away they are and I quickly forgot about it.

The milking motion of her cunt and the feeling at the tip
of my penis was just too much - I exploded filling her up
with my seed and shortly thereafter my dick went limp and
I dropped to her side, sucking her breast like a baby.

She hadn't come yet and with a finger she flipped over her
clit, breathing shallowly and gasping "Not yet, not yet"
and then finally yielding with a deep growlings sound
"Yeaaaah - Nooow!".

I had my hand on her tummy then and could feel the contractions
from the outside and in my mind a vivid image of the mouth
of her womb dipping into my seed and sucking it inside
appeared.

Time had almost run out, so we got up and had a quick
shower together, washing each other and she complimented
me out of the door in an instant, where I stood somewhat
still under shock of the impression of what had just happened.

I drove to work in a haze and only got to see Kaye shortly
before lunch, when we were waiting for our collegues to
show up.

She smiled a slightly wicked smile, rubbed over her belly
and said: "Guess what - while I was in a meeting this
morning I suddenly felt some liquid rushing out of my
cunny onto my undies... Nice and squishy! I still had
so much of your cum in me, I had to excuse myself to
clean up a little... Thank you!"

Right then our coworkers arrived and I was left with
my own private thoughts:

Has she done this on purpose to get herself a memory of
our love?

Has she made the solitary decision to remove her protection?

Is this why the mouth of her womb felt so different this time?

Has she just been waiting for "the right time"?

Had I been "used" for stud services?

How can I possibly handle it, if she were pregnant?

What about my wife and my family?

I should have known better.

I'll just have to wait to find out...