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After telling this story in chat, I was encouraged to submit it to Preggoman's True Life Stories. So,here is my story.

I got married in 2000. My wife and I wanted children right away so in our first year of marrage, we had our little girl.

After she was born, we decided to wait a few years before having more kids so she began taking the depo-shot which made her safe for 3 to 4 month intervals until the next shot.

We went on with our happy relationship for a long time with me giving her regular helpings of my seed nearly every night.

After a few years, our relationship went sour. After our third year together, we got divorced.

We lived seperate lives for a while but I was still a pretty regular fixture around her place because I frequently came over to visit my daughter and ended up staying for dinner or to help around the house.

Several months after our divorce, our anniverary came around. Neither of us had dated much yet so I asked my ex-wife out to dinner to sort of, psudo-celibrate the occasion which she accepted and arrainged for a babysitter.

We had a great night. We had dinner at one of the nicest restaurants in town and went dancing. Although we each had a few cocktails, neither of us got anywhere near our limit but were still feeling nice.

The drive home was uneventful and we picked up our little girl pretty late, so she put her right to bed. Meanwhile, I went to the livingroom and turned on the TV to catch the news before heading home.

She came down and sat next to me on the couch and we made some small talk when I found a movie on cable and we both desided to watch it for a few minutes before I had to go.

After a few minutes, I realised that we were cuddling in the couch. It felt really nice because there hadn't been any intimacy between us for so long. Since months before our final break up in fact.

At some point while we chatted, we were looking deep into eachother's eyes and began kissing. The kissing soon became heavy petting.

It felt so good and so natural that it was only a few minuted before we gave into our passions and were laying across the living room floor naked.

I got up betwen her legs and eagerly dove my very hard dick into her slick pussy and began my thrusts. She inturn, was lifting her hips up to meet my thrusts. It didn't take very long before I began sensing her familiar sounds and movements signaling her coming orgasim.

Within, moments, her legs were perched in their usual location right behind my knees to pull me in deeper as she thrusted up to meet me.

This knowledge was pulling me closer to my own peak when she bagan to moan, "Oh yeah, I'm almost there, I'm almost there."

"Me too, I'm going to cum baby." I whispered into her ear.

She began pleading, "Not yet, I'm so close."

I was begining to panic because I just knew I wouldn't be able to hold off much longer so I reached my hand around to rub her clit and nudge her orgasim along alittle. The responce was almost instant as her hips began to buck back at me hard and her legs were squeezing me into her deeper.

She suddenly began whipsering, "Oh yeah, I'm there. Cum for me baby. Cum for me."

Just as she began to arch her back in orgasmic exstasy, I said, "Here I cum baby." and blew my jizz as deep as I could get it into her.

As she was coming down from her high, she suddenly sobered up, "Not inside me, ok? Pull out, ok?" But it was too late.

As we calmed down from the festivities, she couldn't miss the tell tail cum dripping out of her pussy. I explained that she told me to pull out AFTER I had already coated her with a full load of pent up seed.

She then told me that her last depo-shot was almost a year before, while we were still married. She stopped taking them because she hadn't planned on having a partner again for a while.

Well, she did some quick math in her head and figured everything would be fine since she had only just finished her period a few days before. So we pretty much relaxed and forgot about it for while and didn't have a repeat preformance either.

That is, untill her period was late. Then we knew that the damage was done. Nine months later, we had a son. He's 16 months now.

Being the typical guy, I had to be sure he was mine and DNA confirmed that we conceived on that one night of passion, months after our divorce. Now we have a second child together almost a year after we got divorced.

Who'd have thought.