At age 25, Soo-bin was ready to settle down. Some women are like that. She had met Daryn in college, and despite receiving a graduate degree in biology and receiving a flurry of job offers, she had chosen instead to work as a coffee bistro in Columbus, Ohio, while Daryn cleaned up animal shit at the zoo. It was a simple life and they lived in a simple apartment. Soo-bin put up with it because of one thing: She wanted to have a baby. After that, everything would work itself out, she told herself. 

It wasn't bad at first. They married at age 21 and for a while it was fun living this low-achieving life on a shoestring. They lived in a small apartment with thin walls and enjoyed fucking late in the night until the neighbor pounded on the wall. But after a couple of years Soo-bin began to wonder when they were going to move beyond this stage in their life. She kept buying pregnancy kits. Every month was the same: Negative.

Her family back home in South Korea was up in arms. She had been the star of her parents' children - the one who was going to make them proud, the one who was going to do something important. And now here she was serving coffee and getting boned by some underachieving white American, and she didn't even have any grandkids to show for it. In one sense her parents were glad for that, because they weren't sure Daryn would be able to support the family if Soo-bin had to stop working. 

And the truth was they thought Daryn was beneath her in the looks department. She was beautiful. Women in Korea had plastic surgery to have the looks that she had. Big, round eyes, a prominent, yet fragile nose, even cheekbones and a cute smile that lit up her entire face. Top that with her full, black hair, creamy skin, and figure 8 frame - with cantaloupe breasts and a nice round ass - and she was quite literally the stuff of magazines. She had posed for magazine advertisements in Korea when she was a teenager - received marriage proposals from rich men. 

Daryn had won her over with his caring, thoughtful demeanor and dogged determination to keep her happy. He was the exact opposite of the typical Korean male and that's why she loved him. As for kids, while they were dating she always figured that was a given. She would just tell Daryn to stop pulling out before he ejaculated during sex, and bingo, nine months later would come the baby. But three years into her marriage - they had started trying practically on the wedding night, when her gift to Daryn was letting him come inside her pussy, which he enthusiastically agreed to do -- she had begun to conclude that Daryn couldn't get her pregnant. 

It wasn't for lack of trying. But she had two reasons to suspect he couldn't impregnate her, one more compelling than the other. The less compelling reason was that Daryn wasn't very well-endowed. When he was fully erect, that is, when they were at the peak of the sexual act, when his penis was buried between her hips and her legs were squeezing his sides and she was thrusting her hips back into him, and the bed was shaking and her breasts were swaying and she was screaming for him to "Come, come baby, make it work!" he was only about 4 inches, if that. She had to wonder if he was getting deep enough. 

After sex she'd sit up and it seemed like all of his cum would leak out onto the sheets. It seemed like none of it was left to swim up her tubes to her ovaries. They had done it in every position and on every day of the month. And yet like clockwork she'd have her period every month, right on time. 

The other compelling reason to believe it was Daryn's fault instead of hers was that she had been pregnant before. It was something she'd never told anyone, including Daryn, because Daryn had not been the father. 

It happened while she was in graduate school about two years after she married Daryn. She had gone to a conference in Miami to present an academic paper and Daryn was too busy with work to accompany her. There had been a mixup in the room reservations because whoever made the reservations hadn't recoganized her name as female. So she was assigned a room with another graduate student from her university, a married man, Henry, from Uganda. He was a tall, fit, strapping fellow with a big laugh. He had been a dissident back home. He was traveling without his wife.  

When they were sober the solution had seemed simple enough. She was the only female from their school on the trip, so they decided that Henry would simply sleep in a separate room with a couple of the other guys and she'd get a hotel room to herself. "There," Henry had said, showing all his teeth in a big smile, "that way you're happy... and Daryn is also happy that his lovely bride is not sharing rooms with strange men!"

"Oh, you're not a strange man," Soo-bin replied. "I'm sure Daryn would be fine with it." That was a lie. He would be incensed, and particularly if it was a black man, with what Soo-bin presumed was a large penis. "But maybe to avoid any awkwardness it's best that you sleep with Rich and Gary." 

That night after all the papers had been presented everyone had met at the hotel bar. Before going down Soo-bin had applied makeup and changed into a snappy outfit in the hotel room and saw that Henry still had yet to move his bags out of the room. She shrugged, figuring that he would drop by later, and called Daryn to tell him about the day. She told him that Henry was going to leave the room to give her privacy. 

"That's nice of him," Daryn had said, with some relief in his voice, and that was that. 

But the revelry at the hotel bar went late into the evening. At some point Henry called it a night and left, but Soo-bin stayed downstairs for a while longer talking with people. Finally at about 2 a.m. she went up to the room. When she came in she flipped on the light and was surprised to see Henry splayed out on his bed. He had evidently fallen there as soon as he came in and had fallen fast asleep. The light woke him up and he lifted his head. 

"Soo-bin!" He cried, groggily. "I'm so sorry. In my state I completely forgot our arrangement. Here, let me gather my things and be gone. You need your sleep! I can only hope Gary and Rich are still awake to let me in!" 

 "Oh," Soo-bin said. "They left! They went out to go to another bar! I thought they gave you a key!" 

"Those lousy souses!" Henry cried. "They didn't give me a key. Now what will I do? No matter, I shall wait for them in the lobby. They have some comfortable chairs there. They can't be long. Give me a minute and I'll be on my way." 

As he rose wearily from his bed Soo-bin felt awful. She looked at her watch and bit her lip. "Oh, Henry, nevermind, I can't have you do that," she said. "Just sleep in your bed, I'll sleep in mine, and it'll be completely harmless." 

"Oh," Henry said. "But what will the others say? That won't look good at all. We can't start any rumors, Soo-bin!" 

"We'll tell them that I stayed with Henrietta from Penn State," Soo-bin said. "She's leaving early tomorrow before anyone gets up. Nobody will ever know. Don't worry, we won't have to be explaining ourselves to our significant others!." 

Henry thought it over, and shrugged easily. "That's fine with me if it's fine with you." 

"It's fine with me. I sleep in warm pajamas, so I'm not afraid of flashing you or anything!" 

They laughed and Soo-bin took her bag into the bathroom and washed up. She felt a little worried about what would happen if Daryn somehow found out - if, say, someone saw her come out of the room at about the same time as Henry - but she felt confident she could explain it away. She told herself that she was pure in her intentions. 

When she came out Henry was sleeping in his bed. She laid down in her own bed, pulled her blankets up to her neck and closed her eyes. But the bed creaked and Henry woke up. He got up and went into the bathroom. For some reason Soo-bin found herself laying there listening to him. She had never been in such company with another man before and she was curious about his bedtime routine. She heard him moving about. Then things were quiet for a while. Then she heard something. A slapping sound. They were significant slaps, significant in size and growing in frequency, and just as she realized what it was, she heard Henry groan. She giggled into her pillow. 

A moment later she heard him get some toilet paper, and the toilet flushed. A couple minutes later he came out. He was shirtless and wearing boxers. She pretended she was asleep but she watched him. He was well built and he had a significant bulge in the front of his shorts, which was to be expected after what he'd done. But it was significant; more significant than she was accustomed to seeing. She watched him go over to his bed and collapse, exhausted. She coughed intentionally. He lifted his head. "You're still up?" he said. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" 

"No, I just can't sleep for some reason," she replied. 

If they were honest, they would admit that the details from that point were inevitable, driven by a mutual curiosity about each other and hormones that had begun firing ever since the mistaken room assignment. It started with a conversation, and shared laughs, and increasingly serious stories. Then Henry offered to show her the scar on his shoulder from a policeman's bullet back in Uganda, and he sat on the edge of her bed and she traced it with her finger, let her hand linger a moment longer than necessary. Then a compliment, a returned compliment, and a knowing look. 

By 3:15 a.m. they were beyond all that, and his single pair of boxers was mixed up in a ball with all her pajamas and panties on the floor, and they were naked and flat-out fucking, missionary position because that's how she wanted it, her ankles hooked around his bobbing ass, with his penis probing deeper into her than anything ever had.  

They moaned fiercely and the bed creaked and creaked as their hips rocked and ground against each other. The dirty talk was heavy as they told each other that they'd fuck all night long, that this was what they wanted all along anyway, that this was what they wanted ever since they first laid eyes on each other, that from now on they would secretly fuck each other's brains out every chance they got. 

And the whole time, as things were escalating, Soo-bin was thinking to herself that she should warn him to pull out, because she didn't want him to get her pregnant, but then his cock would hit her clitoris just right and she'd decide that she could push the envelope just a little more, just a little more, just a little more, get just a little more pleasure... 

Then Henry was coming, in a mighty rush, and she could feel his penis convulse inside her, and he didn't pull out in time and her vagina was suddenly full of semen. 

"Oh! Oh shit! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He said. 

"No, don't go, don't go," she moaned, and pulled at his ass. He complied and thrust himself in as deep as he could, and she felt his penis squirming around, flexing and unflexing, until the moment passed, and his seed was planted. 

When his erection had subsided, he slid his cock from her pussy and then their senses came back, and the guilt flooded in. They were ashamed at the ferocity of which they fucked each other. They said few words. "Are you okay?" He said, not looking her in the eye. 

"I'm fine," she said, looking away. He dressed quickly and bundled up his things, grabbed his bag, and left to go to Rich and Gary's room. Nobody besides the two of them would ever know what had happened. He would tell Rich and Gary that he had fallen asleep waiting for them out on the patio. 

But afterward Soo-bin lay there wracked with guilt even as her vagina throbbed happily in the aftermath of this new, large, and unexpected visitor. She slept fitfully and at the earliest possible time she called Daryn and gushed guiltily over how much she missed him and loved him. 

It wasn't until a couple months later that a test confirmed she was pregnant. She knew it was Henry. The timing of the conference where they had fucked coincided perfectly with her ovulation cycle, and, besides, after fucking Henry she had deliberately resisted having sex with Daryn for a few days because she feared he might somehow sense that she'd been with someone else. So Henry's semen was the only semen inside her when she became pregnant. 

She debated internally what to do for a few days until suddenly the problem took care of itself. She woke up one morning with a blood stain in her panties and the baby was gone. She had never mentioned anything about her pregnancy to Henry, and of course not Daryn, either. She knew that the miscarriage was for the better, for there would be no sense trying to convince Daryn that a half black, half Asian baby was his own. But a deep sense of gloom passed over her that would not go away..

After a couple of years passed without Soo-bin getting pregnant from Daryn she kept thinking about it. What a beautiful little baby it would have been, she told herself. One night when Daryn was asleep she went on Facebook and found Henry. He was back in Uganda. She sent him a friend request and by the next day he had confirmed it. She sent him a message, he replied, and then they were on the phone. It was a nice but harmless conversation until they were about to hang up. 

"I want to see you again," Soo-bin blurted. 

Henry took this in. "Soo-bin," he said, "I'm in Uganda. And even if I was close, I'm married. I have children. I can't betray them again. And you're married to a wonderful man. We had a beautiful experience together but we have to move on." 

"The things we said to each other that night," Soo-bin said. "Did you mean them?" 

"I--I don't know," he said. "We never talked about it afterward. I didn't ever have the chance to explore how I felt." 

"Why didn't we get together again?" 

"I tried!" Henry cried. Then his voice came back down. "I tried to talk to you a few times but you seemed to be trying to avoid me." 

"I carried your baby." 

Silence on Henry's end. 

"It didn't work out. It was a miscarriage," Soo-bin said. 

Henry exhaled. 

"Don't be so relieved. It would have been beautiful," Soo-bin said. 

"Yes," Henry said. "It would have been. I'm sorry. I truly am. But it's for the better, don't you think? It would have been scandalous." 

"It WAS scandalous," Soo-bin said. "Just nobody found out about it." 

"Well, whatever it was, it was a fling, we had been drinking, we said some intense things but--" 

"I don't think Daryn can give me a baby," Soo-bin interrupted. 

"I'm sorry." 

"You and I would create a wonderful baby." 

"Soo-bin..." 

"Can you think about it?" 

There was a pause. "No," he said. "You're beautiful but I cannot. I'm so sorry you're not happy, Soo-bin." 

After that conversation, her life started grating on her more. She still hadn't gotten pregnant and she still worked in the same shitty little apartment working the same job and Daryn was still cleaning up animal shit at the zoo. She became bound and determined to get pregnant one way or another. She started taking all kinds of vitamin and herb supplements. Then she started going to the gym.  

Soo-bin had only intended to get in shape, because she heard that exercise made pregnancy more likely. She didn't intend for it to be the start of something different entirely; that is, recruiting other men to try to get her pregnant. 

She was accustomed to drawing appreciative looks. Most the time she would return a smile but no more. But one day she was on the stair climber next to a very bookish looking man, probably in his late 20s, with Joe Paterno glasses and pasty white skin. He couldn't keep his eyes off her, and, enjoying the attention, she preened for him just a bit, arching her back, emphasizing her breasts and ass. 

After she got off the stair climber she was surprised that he approached her. Typically a nerd like that wouldn't have the guts to speak to her, but he introduced himself as Harry and asked if she'd like to have a cup of coffee. Soo-bin mulled it over. If she and Daryn hadn't had a fight that morning she would have turned him down, but she was angry and so she agreed. Harry practically leaped out of his skin. 

They met at a Starbucks. He was an engineer. The typical engineer. Poor eye contact and Soo-bin got the feeling he'd rather talk about fluid dynamics than any other topic, but he was so eager, and Soo-bin always kind of had a thing for awkward guys. It was a sympathy thing but it was a thing nonetheless. Guys like Harry would never use you. They were just honored to be in your presence. 

So that cup of coffee led to another a few days later, and another, and then, on a night when Daryn was at a friend's house to watch a basketball game, dinner. After dinner Harry wanted to kiss her goodnight. She'd been thinking what she should do if he tried that, because then she felt she would officially be crossing the line into adultery. She had plenty of reasons to be faithful to Daryn. She ignored them as she leaned over the console and kissed Harry deeply. 

"Maybe--maybe you want to come to my place for drinks?" Harry asked, hopefully. 

She smiled. "Not tonight," she said, and got out of the car. 

But a week later, after bumping into Harry again at the gym, Soo-bin mentioned that she'd like to see his place. 

"Oh sure," Harry said, hardly able to contain himself. "I'm free pretty much every night this week--" 

"Not later," Soo-bin said. "Now." 

"Oh, but I have to get back to work," Harry said. 

Soo-bin gave him a sultry look. "Can't engineers take the afternoon off?" 

She couldn't know for sure, but she always suspected that Harry sprung an erection at that point that didn't subsist until everything was all over. He brought her to his one-bedroom apartment downtown, with its big windows on the 12th floor, he showed her around, and he fiddled nervously as she inspected his Star Wars memorabilia and barren walls. 

"Guess you must think I'm a dork, huh," Harry said, dryly. 

"Not at all," Soo-bin said, genuinely. On the contrary, his boyish innocence kind of accelerated her hormones. 

He was afraid to initiate anything so finally Soo-bin suggested that they take showers and freshen up. She told him to take one first. After he went in she undressed and stepped into the shower with him. He was startled when she moved the curtain aside but his eyes got bigger than his glasses when he saw her nude body. Then she moved up against him and his cock was stiff as a board, and not a bad size either, considering his skinny stature. 

They moved from the shower to his bed, a single mattress with Princess Leah sheets. He fumbled around a bit and she had to guide him, but before long he was on top of her in the afternoon light with his erect penis in her vagina, and he was proclaiming over and over that he couldn't believe it, couldn't believe it, and she was stifling laughter because he was as awkward at sex as he was conversation, fucking her like he was jerking off instead of the slow, powerful, crescendoing grind of love-making. 

But Harry's style had some appeal because she knew she was one of the only - if not the only - women he'd ever been with, and his enthusiasm overwhelmed her. And as his breath quickened and his cock kept hammering home she started getting into it, and starting to time her hips with his, watching his skinny hips slam into hers, his cock snaking in and out between her legs. Oh, but he was going to be smug and superior to his co-workers at the office tomorrow, that was for sure! 

"Oh Soo-bin, oohhhh Soo-bin..." he moaned, and she looked down along their bodies and seeing his thin pasty frame slap into hers made Soo-bin finally let loose, and she guided him onto his back. Then she mounted him and sat on his cock and rocked until it had plunged back deep into her cunt. Then she rocked and rocked, slowly at first, then with greater and greater vigor, arching her back, moaning his name as he fondled her breasts. She dug her knees into the mattress on either side of him and thrust into him long and hard, and his eyes practically bugged out of his head. 

"Maybe--maybe we should--Maybe I should put on a condom--" He stammered as their fucking approached the climax. His glasses were all askew. 

"No," she said. "No. Not now. It's too late. It's too late, Harry, ohhh, Harry, it's too late, it's too ... late... Harry!" 

And then he was gasping her name, and she felt his stiffness twitching inside her, and she knew he was coming, and her own orgasm was overtaking her, and she pressed her body into his and summoned him deep until his body sagged to the mattress, exhausted. She dismounted him after she was sure he had finished ejaculating, and she saw Harry's semen slowly drip out of her pussy onto his belly. 

"Are we okay?" Harry said, breathlessly. "I mean, couldn't that get you, you know--" 

"Pregnant? Maybe," Soo-bin said. "That's generally how it happens." 

Harry was uncomfortable with that answer, but over the next couple of weeks they met and fucked at his apartment four more times, and each time she insisted on fucking without a condom and he complied. But shortly after the fourth time, she had her period, and she was done with him. The next time she met him at the gym she treated him coldly, and when he asked what was wrong she said, "I'm just feeling a little guilty about this, being married and all." 

"You're married?" He choked. "You're fucking married? I didn't know that! But you never wore a ring!" 

"Koreans generally don't," she said. "You should have figured it out, always getting your action in the afternoon. Try putting two and two together once in a while. Anyway, I think it's over. I can't live with myself anymore." 

Harry moved off, stunned. She quickly packed up her things and left. And she didn't hear from Harry again. She changed gyms and then a few weeks later she was getting fucked by someone new. 

This one was a white man in his 30s, Harold, who could bench press 450 lbs. She had seen everyone clapping for him when he did it and she found herself wondering what he would be like in bed. Whether he would be the one who could finally get her pregnant. It didn't take much to seduce him; she was dabbing away the sweat from a workout on the stair master when he walked past and she uttered a compliment about his biceps. 

He was a straightforward guy. He took her out to lunch, gave her a call that evening, and the next day, instead of going to the gym, she met him at a Motel 6 and within 10 minutes those big arms were burrowed into the mattress on either side of her as he pumped his well sculpted ass between her thighs and drove every inch of his cock into her vagina. 

Unfortunately, that wasn't saying a whole lot. His muscles were in compensation for something, because he was hardly bigger than Daryn in the penis department and she knew as soon as his underwear came off that it wasn't going to work out. She went ahead and screwed him anyway, in the off chance that it would - no sense in letting an opportunity go to waste. 

"Oh baby, oh baby, I'm coming home!" Harold cried. "Bow to your master! Bow!" 

He came in her pussy and was off her like a rabbit, strolling around the hotel room. "That was grade A," he kept saying. "That was grade A, don't you think so?" He didn't seem to listen to her answer. 

She let Harold fuck her once more after that. That one was actually kind of fun. It was in a broom closet at the gym, and he hoisted her up in the air and fucked her standing. But as she suspected, soon afterward she had her period right on time. She switched gyms again. 

She met Herb, a 40-ish, 275-lb. newspaper editor trying to get back to his college weight of 170. She was actually the one who initiated contact. He seemed like a big man and yet he seemed to keep himself well. So one day she flirted with him and at first he seemed to suspect that she was putting him on. He just couldn't believe that someone like her would be interested in him. But when she asked if he wanted to have a cup of coffee he agreed. 

They met at the same Starbucks where she had met Harry a couple months before. They had a good conversation and that led to dinner - she lied to Daryn and told him she was going out with a girlfriend - and after the meal they talked for a long time, drank some wine, and then left. They stood next to his car in the dark, with him fumbling nervously with his keys. 

"My car is a few blocks that way," she said, motioning over her shoulder. 

"I can give you a ride," he offered. She could tell he wanted to prolong the evening. 

"You said you had some Korean paintings in your house," she said. "Do you want to show them to me?" 

"Oh!" Herb said. "Oh, oh, yeah. Well, my house is a mess. I really shouldn't show it off--" 

"Come on," she said. 

"Well..." 

She let her fingers slip into his. "I just want to see them. We don't have to look at paintings all night," she said, suggestively. 

"Oh, yes, why, yes, of course," Herb nodded. Soo-bin thought she saw a twinge in his pants. "Well, sure, let's go!"

He drove her to her car, and she followed him to his house. They went to a middle-class neighborhood and he seemed to be circling around, until finally he pulled into the driveway of a modest twin-level home and opened the garage door. As her headlights swept the yard she thought she saw children's play things. She saw more in the garage, along with bikes hanging from the ceiling and other sure signs that he was a family man. 

He pulled his car into the garage and got out, looking at her. She didn't get out. He walked slowly to her car and she rolled down the window. 

"You seem a little too big for tricycles, Herb," she said. 

"I'm sorry," he said, glumly. "I should have told you. It's just - I like you and you're beautiful and you seemed interested and I couldn't help myself. I didn't expect you'd want to come see my place. I should have never let things go this far." 

"So the wife and the kids? Are they inside? Is this about to get totally awkward?" 

"Actually, no," Herb said. "They're visiting Marie's parents down in Louisville."  

"So tonight was a good night for you to have a date with the girl from the gym," Soo-bin said. 

Herb looked guilty. "I'm sorry. I'll understand if you hate me. I'm not an awful person. I've never done this before." 

Soo-bin looked toward the garage. "Maybe I should pull into the garage," she said. 

Herb's eyes went wide. "You want to--I mean, well, um--" 

"Unless you want your neighbors telling Marie about a strange car outside her house." 

"I mean, sure, you're right--" Herb stammered. Soo-bin smiled and eased the car in next to his. He followed her in and closed the garage door behind her. She got out and followed him inside. He looked stunned. 

It was hard to believe Herb even agreed to having Soo-bin come to his home in the first place. There were kids toys scattered about. Signs of Marie were everywhere - her shoes, her coats, her notes on the fridge, her recipe book. There were prominent photos of their family everywhere. Marie was a heavyset woman, frumpy, and they had evidently started their family late because they had two children both under the age of 10. 

Soo-bin walked slowly about the house, examining the photos. "Nice family," she said. 

Herb looked awkward. He seemed to still be thinking that she was putting him on. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea--" 

She looked at him with a devilish little grin. "You got me this far, didn't you? Are you chickening out now? Why can't you believe that a woman actually likes you?" 

And then there was that twitch in his pants again, and she deliberately saw it and came over to him and took his hand. "Let's see what's upstairs." 

He led her upstairs. He showed her the kids rooms, the study, and, finally, his bedroom. It was totally dominated by Marie. Makeup mirror, the bureau, the closet taken over by her clothes, the pink frilly bedspread, the women's magazines, the lingering smell of her perfume. Herb's presence there seemed small and incidental. Soo-bin walked slowly to the makeup mirror and scanned Marie's items. She went to the closet and examined her wardrobe. Herb watched her, holding his breath. 

"Looks like she pretty much runs the show around here, doesn't she," Soo-bin said. 

Herb snorted. "The stories I could tell." 

"Do you resent her?" 

He shrugged. She smiled. "Of course you do," she said. She walked to the edge of the bed. "I'll bet you'd like to fuck me in her bed." 

Herb watched her now. He wet his lips. He nodded, and she began to disrobe. His eyes got wider as she revealed more and more skin until finally she was in her bra and panties, and she climbed across the bed like a cat. Marie's smell came up from the sheets and filled her nose. "Care to join me?" She asked. 

Herb came over. He sat heavily on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving her. She moved to him, put her hand to his cheek, and they kissed. His mouth was dry. She giggled and moved to his ear, and nibbled at it. "What are you thinking?" She asked. 

"I'm thinking," he said, "that you're the sexiest woman I've ever met." 

"You want to know what I'm thinking?" She whispered into his ear. "I'm thinking that it's going to be hard to have fun when only one of us has our clothes off." She reached over and unbuttoned his shirt. He started removing clothing. She could tell he was self-conscious, so she kept running her hands over him admiringly. He wanted to keep on his shirt but she shook her head. 

"I want to be naked together." 

So he took off his shirt, and he was covered with hair and rolls of fat, and then she tugged at his belt and in a moment he was naked save for his boxers. "Shall we take the plunge?" She asked. He swallowed hard and nodded, and she removed her bra. Then she reclined onto her back as he lunged for her and took her breast into his mouth and suckled it deeply. Her whole body tingled and she brought up her knee to his midsection experimentally. There was fat there so it was hard to tell, but she felt a decent sized rod, one that was Henry's size, and she moaned happily. 

This could be it, she thought. 

"I'll take off my panties if you take off your boxers," she offered. Herb couldn't do his part quickly enough, and she followed suite by removing her lace panties and hanging them on the bedpost. 

There was a new look in Herb's eye as he looked at her body laying so invitingly before him. "Should I get a rubber?" He asked. She reached down and grabbed his cock. It filled her palm. 

"Let's play some first," she said. 

With him on all fours on the mattress above her, she stroked his shaft with one hand and jangled his testicles with the other. Herb's eyes rolled back and she scooted beneath him until his cock was in her face, and she opened her mouth wide and ran her tongue all up his shaft slowly, very slowly. Again and again she licked it, holding onto his hairy legs. Then when he was good and stiff she slid herself back up along his body, her silky skin brushing against his hair, until they were face to face again, and they kissed. 

She brought her feet up, and out, so her knees were on either side of his wide gerth. His lips were quivering. "Come on," she said. 

"You're so thin," he said, "I don't want to hurt you." 

"Come on," she said. 

`Soo-bin, should we--" 

"Stop asking questions," she snapped, "and do to me what you want." 

He nodded, and nodded, and while he nodded he lowered himself onto her, and she felt her legs being pressed wide, and his weight was on her, and she felt his cock nosing around. She pushed him gently and he rose a bit, settled on her like a wave, and she was surprised at how adept he was at finding her vagina when they couldn't see it through his belly. But he did, and he rocked into her, and then they were enjoined, and his cock was wriggling up her vagina. She threw her head back and gasped. The smell of Marie's perfume filled her nose.

Herb fucked her in long, powerful thrusts, driving her hips deep into the Tempurpedic mattress. As things intensified he closed his eyes and she began talking. 

"You fuck like you haven't fucked for a long time," she said. 

"Ohhhh, Soo-bin!" He moaned. His cock was steel stiff inside her now. "It's been so long, it's been so.... Long..." 

"Go for it," she moaned, throwing her hips into him as best she could, but when you fuck a man that large it's hard to make your moves. "Get back at her. Get back at her for treating you like shit." 

There was a new look in Herb's eye. Anger. His eyes bored into her. 

"That's right," she said, her breath quickening. She could feel her orgasm building, collecting in her tailbone and rolling up her spine. "That's right, Herb, fucking do to me what she never lets you do!" 

"Take it," he blurted. "Take it!" His body was moving like a wave and the bed was smacking against the wall, and something in the bed cracked, but Soo-bin knew nothing but pleasure. She could feel his shaft digging deep, deeper, straightening, building, gathering itself... 

"I'll bet that fat bitch makes you come into a towel," Soo-bin said, arching her back. They were close now. Her body was on fire. Flower bombs were going off in her head as her orgasm peaked. 

"Oh! Oh! Ohhh!" he cried. "I don't--don't make me--" 

"Marie wouldn't want you to come inside me, would she?" 

"Take it!" Herb roared, his body slapping against hers. "Take what I'm gonna give you!"  

"Oh you're gonna make me cum!" she cried, helplessly. She used every ounce of her strength to arch her hips into his and drive his cock up into her. She could feel his shaft like a red hot iron deep inside her. "I'm yours," she cried in that helpless voice, "do it, do what you wanna do, whatever you wanna do, I'm yours, I'm all yours--" 

And then Herb's iron shaft was twitching inside her, and he was moaning, moaning, his big body heaving into her, and they were all liquid between the legs, all liquid on her inner thighs and running down her ass. 

When the heat of the orgasm passed Herb seemed to come to his senses, and the old, scared-of-women Herb came back and a shocked looked came across his face. "Oh, God," he said, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I should have stopped to put on some protection, I'm sorry, I just got carried away--" 

"Stay in me for a while," Soo-bin said. "I like that feeling." 

And Herb kept quiet and they lay there for a while, before finally she pushed him gently and he pulled out of her. She felt that moment of lonesomeness like she had felt when Henry pulled out of her, back at the conference. They backed away from each other and looked at the bed between them. It was all stained with fluid. 

"Uh oh," she said, "look what you did to Marie's designs on the sheets!" An angel that Marie had stenciled into the sheets was all soaking with Herb and Soo-bin's juices.  

Herb shook his head. "Fuck it," he said, running his eyes over her body. "I don't care. Fuck her. I could fucking die right now and I'd be okay with that, do you know that? That was the greatest sex of my life. I feel like this is fucking heaven."

As Soo-bin drove home her head was buzzing. She was sure that Herb had done it. She had timed the date to coincide with her ovulation and Herb had certainly rose to the occasion. In fact, she had studied pregnancy enough to know that if Herb had successfully impregnated her, it could likely already have happened. The sperm could have met the egg already and it could already be doubling in size, and doubling again, and soon there would be a heart, and toes, and a little body, growing... 

She was sure that it had been successful. The moment that she had felt him coming inside her she was sure. That's why, when she got dressed, she took the first step toward breaking Herb away from his family. She had left her panties stuffed under Herb's mattress. There was no way Marie would mistake them for her own. Even if Marie had taken her panties off in bed for Herb sometime in the past 5 years, she had never been as thin and lithe as Soo-bin. From the Korean lettering she would know that Herb had fucked an Asian. There was all kinds of levels of betrayal there. 

Over the next few days, as her period date approached, she could close her eyes and feel the changes going through her. She stopped drinking coffee and alcohol. She fucked Daryn just to cover her tracks in case things didn't work out with Herb - her biggest fear was that Marie would kill him when she found out. If that happened she could tell Daryn that the baby was his. 

But then her period came. Soo-bin was crushed. She cried all morning in the bathroom. The next few days she was inconsolably gloomy. Daryn tried to cheer her up to no avail, and he got angry at her mood and stopped talking to her. She worked out. And then, two weeks after fucking Herb, she ran into him at the mall. He was alone. His eyes lit up when he saw her. She was going to try to walk away, but she didn't have the heart. She allowed him to catch up with her. 

"Soo-bin!" He said. "I've been trying to reach you!" 

"Sorry," she said, "I haven't had time to call back." 

He was taken aback by her coldness. But there was something else on his mind weighing heavily. "Something has happened, something bad," he said. "Marie found out. Your panties, didn't you--how could you forget to put on your panties?" 

"Must have slipped my mind," she said. 

"Yeah, well, some slipup," he said. "Now Marie is talking divorce! She's saying she might take the kids!" 

Soo-bin blinked once. "Listen to me, Herb," she said. "For your entire marriage - and don't try to deny it - Marie has had full run of you, the kids, and the house. She decided how many kids you're going to have, when you're going to have them, how you're going to discipline them, where you're going to live, what you're going to wear every day, whether you get to watch the Super Bowl, what you're going to eat, whether you're going to pass on taking that new position at the paper, who your friends are, and how many times per year you get laid." 

Soo-bin continued without letting him interrupt: "So listen when I tell you this. If you let Marie take the kids because of one fling, one unauthorized roll in the hay, you're nothing. You're a sad sack of shit. Deep inside you there is a backbone. I saw it that night. Go home and tell Marie to fuck herself. Make her think that if she tries to take the kids, it'll be the last fucking thing she does. She'll cry and scream and threaten to leave but in the end she'll stay, and within two months she'll be bringing you breakfast in bed and fucking you whenever you want."

Herb took this in. He nodded. "Alright," he said. "Does this mean there's no you and me?" 

"No, Herb," she said. "Of course not. My husband would object." 

She didn't wait to see his reaction as she turned and walked away, and she never saw Herb again. 

Other than disappointment, the one thing she took away from her encounter with Herb was that she had better seek some help if she ever wanted to become pregnant, and not just in terms of a man willing to be the sperm donor. She went to see a gynecologist to ask him why she wasn't getting pregnant. 

Unfortunately all the female gynecologists were booked, so Soo-bin had to book an appointment with a new doctor in town, a man who just a few years out of medical school residency. Nobody knew much about him and Soo-bin was one of his first local patients. He had set up an office in an obscure little strip mall on the south side of town. It didn't look very reputable but Soo-bin was willing to give him a shot, because she had become loathe at the idea of more of her eggs going to waste with each passing month. 

Dr. Halloway was a man in his 30s with a runner's build and early silver in his hair. He was married as his framed photo of his wife and small child attested. He had a small office with a secretary and an assistant, a frumpy looking female who eyed Soo-bin's body enviously. But Dr. Halloway seemed competent enough as he began Soo-bin's examination. As she lay there in a thin gown he parted the cloth and ran an ultrasound device over her lower belly, as if she was pregnant, and she gasped at the cool gel as he spread it over her skin. 

"Sorry," he said, looking at the monitor. After a minute of examining the image on the screen he made a little sound and asked Soo-Bin to take off her underwear and put her feet in the stirrups. "I need to do a hand examination," he said, clinically. 

Soo-bin obeyed. She didn't like it much but she wanted answers. Dr. Halloway put on a long latex glove and smeared lubricant over his fingertips. He reached between her legs and she felt his fingers enter her, probing around. The shock of the gel was cold, but she held steady for him to finish his examination. She closed her eyes and was surprised at how long it was taking. She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her, and he looked away and withdrew his hand. 

"You have a tilted uterus," he said. 

"A what?" She said. 

"A tilted uterus," he repeated. "In most women, it's a straight shot from the vaginal canal straight up to the uterus. But yours is tilted backward and to the side, so it's hard for sperm to get into the uterus with a normal act of intercourse." 

"Is there anything I can do about it?" Soo-bin asked. Her feet were still in the stirrups. 

"Not really," he said. "It's either tilted or it's not, and your case is one of the worse I've seen. But I've got to tell you, my wife's uterus is practically the same as yours, and we've been able to get pregnant." 

"How?" Soo-bin asked. Only in a gynecologist's office could a man talking about his wife's tilted uterus not seem strange. 

"Well, there are different theories," Dr. Halloway said, "but mine is that my penis has a twist in it." 

"A twist?" 

"Sure," he said. "It's twisted and has kind of a lean to it, so it naturally hooks around and compensates for the tilt in her uterus." 

"Interesting," Soo-bin said. 

Dr. Halloway looked at her and then turned to his assistant. "Heidi, maybe you can go get those files I was talking about earlier?" 

Heidi picked up her things and left without another word. When his assistant had left Dr. Halloway turned back to Soo-bin. "I can tell you're very frustrated about this," he said. 

"Tell me about it." 

He smiled. "My wife was frustrated too until she finally let me try some of my ideas." 

"What do you mean, doctor?" 

`Well, I've looked at a lot of vaginas," Dr. Halloway said. "I know how to get around them." 

She laughed. "Oh really?" The change in his demeanor was almost imperceptible, but she could sense him moving away from his doctor's personality. 

"Yes," he said. "It's my opinion that I can get any ovulating woman pregnant on the first try."

"A lot of women would like that trait in a man," she said. 

He looked at his charts. "I see that you're ovulating." 

"Yes, doctor," she said, "I think so." 

"The window of time to get pregnant when you're ovulating is very slim. Is your husband available?" Dr. Halloway said. His eyes were on her body. 

She drew her robe up her thigh a little bit, revealing more skin. "He's very busy," she replied. "He won't be home until tonight." 

"That may be too late." 

"I don't think I can go another month of waiting." 

"There's an alternative," he said, a smile finally creeping across his face. "It will take a rather, um, complete examination." 

"I'm stuck in these stirrups," Soo-bin replied. "I'm at your mercy." 

Dr. Halloway came across the tile floor to her. He reached between her legs without his glove on and his fingers were warm on her vagina. He did something and a little streak of pleasure rolled up her belly. "Ohh," she said. "You DO know your way around down there." 

It just so happened that Dr. Halloway's hips were at the exact height of Soo-bin's hips at the table - she suspected that the height of the table was deliberately set that way. But those were minor details in the back of her mind as he stimulated her first with his fingers all up her vagina, and then he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a rock solid set of abs, and then out from under them poked his penis. He wasn't lying. There was a twist in it and it curved to the right like a slice golf shot. 

"As your doctor, I recommend a deep vaginal examination," he said. "Doctor's orders."  

She was flush from the hand job. Soo-bin reached down and pulled his penis toward her. He turned his hips slightly to the side to allow his cock to enter her head-on, and then as his shaft nudged into her vagina he straightened out, and she could feel this twisted shaft inside her. It felt different. Closer. He began to thrust himself deeper. 

It didn't take long. Maybe he had other appointments. But he was very skilled and methodical about it, sliding his shaft into her, those sexy abs pressing up against her, and then, at the last moment, jerking his cock to the left and up a little. "There we are, that'll do it, that'll do, there's the uterus," he kept saying, clinically. 

But Soo-bin had nearly lost her mind with orgasm. A cock had never felt like this before and yet she knew she should stifle her cries for there were probably others out in the waiting room. Her ankles strained against the stirrups and she gripped the sides of the examination table, lunging into his throbbing penis as best she could. 

The only time his face changed was at the end, when his jaw flinched and she felt the sudden pulse of semen erupt from his cock, and Soo-bin couldn't hold back anymore, and she let out a single cry of orgasm, "UHHHHNNnnn..." before her body went to shivers. Then he showed the only act of passion he'd shown the entire experience, and his hands went up her robe and he held her breasts until he finished coming. Then, when he was done, he slowly withdrew himself. 

As soon as his cock pulled out he put a soft pad against her vagina to keep the semen from leaking out and he went around the table, hit a control, and a motor hummed, lifting the table and tilting her hips tilted upward. "Lay like that for 30 minutes," he instructed her, as he zipped up his pants. "By the time you leave here you and your husband should be on your way to being proud parents." 

After 30 minutes she got up and left. The assistant refused to look at her. She went back hom and her vagina throbbed all night. By morning it had settled down, but still it felt different. For the next few days she went around breathlessly. This time she was absolutely certain she was pregnant. So when, like clockwork, she began her period, she felt cold rage and picked up the phone. When she told the secretary at Dr. Halloway's office who she was, the secretary patched her through right away.

"Ms. Ahn," Dr. Halloway said, cheerfully. "How are you feeling these days?" 

"You're going down, punk," she said. 

"Excuse me?" He stammered.

"I'm reporting you to the medical bar," she said. "You cannot use your practice to solicit sex from your patients, you bastard." 

"Soo-bin--" 

"You're fucking lucky I'm not going to the cops," she cried, and slammed down the phone. 

Her gloom spread. Daryn, who was in the dark about everything, couldn't figure it out. In his mind she was still the pure angel he thought he had met when he was in college. He had no idea she'd been fucking near strangers because he couldn't knock her up himself. So he twisted himself all in knots trying to please her, and finally he suggested a trip to Michigan, to see his sister and her family who lived along the shores of Lake Michigan. Soo-bin had always loved their place, with its long expanse of beaches and beautiful view, and the prospect cheered her up. It just felt like the right thing to do. So they went. 

They hadn't been to Sandra's lakefront home since before they were married. It was a cloudless summer day when they arrived and as they wound their way in Daryn's Pontiac through the sand dunes toward the house it was exactly as Soo-bin remembered it, with the tall beach grass and the sun glittering off the waters of the lake. 

Sandra met them at the door with her family, including her husband, Bob, her 10 year-old daughter, Sally, and her 16 year-old son, David. Everyone had changed somewhat but Soo-bin was mostly struck by the kids. Sally was no longer a squeaky first grader and David was no longer an awkward 12 year old. He was still skinny as a board but he had grown a full six inches and had little more stature and coordination about him. He had the same ruddy complexion as his father. 

"The kids look wonderful," Soo-bin offered to Sandra. Sandra smiled shallowly in return and showed them to their room. Soo-bin always suspected that Sandra didn't like her; for the life of her she couldn't understand why. Daryn couldn't come up with a reason either. 

They brought their bags to the guest room - actually David carried Soo-bin's bag for her - and took a tour of the renovations and had a drink before going out onto the beach before dinner. The day was warm and Soo-bin changed into a swimsuit and went swimming with Bob, David, and Sally while Daryn stayed up on the deck visiting with Sandra. They played water Frisbee and David had fun dunking Soo-bin and his little sister under the water as they grappled for the Frisbee. 

There was a moment that dwelled in Soo-bin's mind for the rest of the evening and off and on during the next day. The fact that it did made her wonder if her reckless encounters with men wasn't catching up with her and playing tricks with - twisting, more like it - her mind. When Sandra called from the deck that it was time to eat, everyone bolted out of the water because they were hungry. Soo-bin moved carefully because she didn't want her boobs to pop out of her bikini. She had seen Bob looking at her out of the corner of his eye and she had started to suspect that he was the reason Sandra didn't like her so much. So flashing her boobs at him probably wouldn't be a good idea. 

So she was stepping out of the water and glanced sideways as David rose from the waves. He was wearing big baggy swim trunks but of course when you get out of the water the cloth hugs your skin. And Soo-bin wasn't sure if she saw a fold in his trunks or what, but what she saw before he adjusted his suit was a big, hanging thing that, if it was his penis, would be the largest she had ever seen. 

She glanced away and pretended she hadn't seen anything. She followed David up toward the house and Bob caught up with her. "Have a good time in the water?" He asked. 

"Sure did!" She said. "It's great! We should come her more often!" 

"You should!" Bob said. "We'd love to have you." 

I'm sure you would, Soo-bin thought. 

Soo-bin and Daryn went to bed early after dinner, being exhausted from the long drive. The next day they got up early, ate breakfast with the family, and they all went to town and spent much of the day at the tourist shops and eating a picnic lunch on the beach. Sandra told David to put away his phone so he was actually engaged for much of the day. And Soo-bin couldn't stop thinking about that moment he climbed out of the water. She felt guilty, she felt dirty, she felt embarrassed, but the image of that thing kept flashing through her mind. Surely it had been a trick of her imagination. 

Soo-bin was a night person. At least she was that night as she had drank coffee after dinner. Plus she had been on edge all day with strange visions running through her head. So when everyone started going to bed she was wide awake. After Daryn had washed up she washed up, too, planning to come to bed and read, but when she came out he was fast asleep and snoring. She tucked the blanket around him and left the room and went downstairs. 

The house was quiet and dark. She turned on the family room light and stretched out on the sectional couch and flipped on the television. She flipped around the channels a little bit until she settled on an NBA playoff game out west. San Antonio versus the Lakers. She liked basketball so she settled in to watch, and didn't even notice the footsteps coming carefully down the stairs. 

She heard a cough and looked up to see Bob. He was in his boxers and tee shirt. "Oh, sorry, Soo-bin, I didn't know it was you," he said. "I was going to come tell David to get to bed. He'll sneak down sometimes and watch the late game." 

"Will he?" Soo-bin said. "Another basketball fan, just like me. Do you follow it?" 

"Well, yeah, sort of," Bob replied. He sauntered over and sat down next to her. Anything to give you an excuse to hang out with me in our pajamas, right, Bob? Soo-bin thought. She was initially a little irritated because she was enjoying the quiet time after a hectic day, but she decided to be friendly. And it wasn't hard sitting next to Bob. He was a good-looking man, with thick dark hair and a solid build. 

The game was in the second quarter. They didn't talk much until halftime and then Bob offered to get her something to drink. He wasn't specific and she was surprised when he came back with wine. She accepted it and it burned a little going down her throat. 

"So how are things with Daryn?" Bob asked, when they had finished a glass. "Sandra worries about her little brother." 

"Oh, they're fine, he's great," she said, a little too flatly. 

"Doesn't exactly sound like a ringing endorsement," Bob said. "Everything alright?" 

"Oh I don't know," she said. The wine had made her a little weepy and her eyes rimmed with tears. "We can't get pregnant. We've tried and tried and tried. I want a baby so much." 

"I'm sorry," Bob said. 

"I mean," she said, "Daryn is a wonderful man, but I told him before we got married, `I want kids more than anything,' and I don't think it's going to happen, and I don't know if I can live with that."

The second half of the game had started. But Bob was looking at her. "Surely you aren't thinking of leaving him over this?" 

"Well, maybe," she said. "I want kids!" 

They sat there in silence for a while watching the game. "Sandra wouldn't be happy," Bob said. "She doesn't want anything bad to happen to her little brother." 

"Well, this is bigger than sisterly love," Soo-bin said. 

Bob mulled it over. He went and poured her another glass of wine. After she'd drunk it he said, "Have you thought about artificial insemination?" 

"Too expensive," Soo-bin said. "Our shitty insurance doesn't cover it. Excuse my language," she added with a giggle. The wine had really warmed her up.  

"No bother," Bob said, with a shrug. His eyes were on the TV screen but he wasn't watching the game. "Can you keep a secret?" He asked. 

"Sure," she said with a smile, "I keep lots of them." 

"Well, we have friends who had the same problem you do," Bob said. "They tried and tried, and finally they determined it was his problem, not hers. And they didn't have the insurance to cover artificial insemination. They didn't want to adopt an American kid because the biological parents could reclaim the baby any time they got off their drug habit. And adopting from China or Korea was too expensive."

"So did they divorce?" 

"No, she had her first baby last spring. A beautiful little girl." 

"What? How?" 

"They went to a friend with a proven track record," Bob said. 

Soo-bin frowned. "What do you mean?" 

"They got sperm from a friend." 

"Ooo, that's weird," Soo-bin said. "Talk about awkward. How did they get his sperm into her uterus?" 

"How do you think?" 

"What--no!" Soo-bin cried. "They did not!" 

"They did." 

"Didn't the husband flip out?" 

"He handled it. He didn't like it but he very badly wanted kids, and this was the best option. So his wife called him one day and said she'd be late coming home from work, and he went to a bar and drank and watched the game and tried to keep his mind off of what was happening, I guess. Meanwhile she was off at the Motel 6. And that was it. A one-time deal. She got pregnant on the first try." 

"Isn't it weird for them to be around the friend now? The friend who got her pregnant?" 

"They live in different states. The friend traveled to do this. They paid his way." 

Soo-bin snorted. "Some deal for the friend. `Come have unprotected sex with my wife. And by the way, I'll pay your way out here.' Who was this friend, anyway? Do you know him?" 

Bob took a sip of his wine and smiled. Soo-bin gasped. "You did not!" 

"You said you'd keep it secret." 

"I mean, sure, but from who?" 

"Sandra." 

"She doesn't know?" 

"It's best that way," Bob said. 

"That's totally crazy," Soo-bin said. "Why did they pick you?" 

"Well, they wanted my tall genes, and they think I'm pretty smart, I guess. Plus I'd been telling them that I got Sandra pregnant on the first try both times. And back in high school I got two girls pregnant on the one and only try, each time. They got abortions, but still. I had a friend who is a reproductive specialist and he put my sperm under a microscope said I have the most potent sperm he'd ever seen. They're the Michael Phelps of sperm."

Soo-bin laughed. "You're lying. This is all a big lie!" 

"It is not." 

"Wow, well look at you," Soo-bin said, propping herself on her side toward him. "The traveling baby maker. Tough job." 

"As far as Sandra knows she's the only one I've ever had sex with," he said. "Probably best to keep up that appearance. She's very possessive." 

"I don't get the feeling she likes me." 

"She doesn't," Bob said. "I don't know why. I can't get it out of her why. It's very strange." 

"That's unfair," Soo-bin said, a little angry. "I've never done anything to cross her." 

"I agree." 

Soo-bin watched the game but didn't really watch it. "So how long ago was this meeting with your friend's wife?" 

"A year ago." 

"Not that long." 

"No." 

The wine was warm in her belly. The Lakers had just scored. She was feeling good. She was pissed at Sandra. Who knows why women do such things? She reached her hand out and stroked Bob's forearm. "Not long at all," she said. 

He looked up at her. There was something released in his eyes. "I didn't come down here to start something," he said. 

"Sure you didn't." 

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" 

"You've been thinking it over since I got here," she said, "you tell me." 

"Not since you got here," Bob said. "Just since swimming. That swimsuit. Damn! That swimsuit." 

"Bob, you naughty boy," she teased. She ran her hand all the way up his arm now, and across the muscles of his chest. "You naughty baby maker," she whispered. 

"What do you think?" 

She ran her hand down his belly, and up, and down, and up his shirt, feeling his warm skin. "I think I need your services," she said, with a giggle, and nipped at his ear. Then her hand disappeared into his boxers, and she had his penis in hand, and it throbbed to life. 

They moved quickly. When you're on the couch in the family room and your spouse is upstairs and you're about to make love to someone else, you move quickly. But they both stripped naked, because Bob said he needed to be fully stimulated to pull this off. With the game in the final few minutes he pressed her onto her back on the couch and stuck his tongue far, far up her cunt, and as she was still moaning into a pillow he moved up and she felt his cock slip into her almost without any resistance at all. And then he was fucking her in swift, swirling, powerful thrusts. 

He was a good size. She could feel him extending far into her interior as his testicles pressed up against her, and she clutched his ass with one hand and the small of his back with the other, urging him on. They spoke in whispered passion. "Come on, Bob, come ON, get it done, get it done, you stud, get it DONE, come in my pussy, give me a baby, give it to me, don't stop, DON'T stop, don't, don't, don't., ohhh, OHHHHhhhh, Bob, oh, oh wow, oh WOW, OH WOW..." 

Bob's hard body lurched against hers and she could feel the shiver running up from his testicles, up his shaft into her body, and then he was coming, and she could feel great spurts of liquid deep inside her, and as Bob moaned in ecstasy she pressed her lips to his to keep him quiet. "Quiet, you, quiet!" She hissed. "Do you want Sandra to find out?" 

"Oh God no," Bob whispered, in the throes of orgasm. "We gotta do this every time we meet!" 

She let her head roll back and let Bob finish ejaculating. When he was done, they lay there for a while and Soo-bin noticed it was the post-game show. They had totally missed a wild ending. The Spurs had won by one at the buzzer.

Bob retrieved a box of tissue and withdrew his penis very carefully from Soo-bin's vagina. But just as he was halfway out there was the sound of a door upstairs and he panicked. He jerked his cock the rest of the way out, and she leaped up. Bob went for the lights and she went for the TV. With everything dark they crouched down, waiting in the dark. She could feel Bob's precious cum oozing out of her in rivers, but she dared not move. 

Whoever it was came to the top of the stairs and listened. Then they turned and went into the bathroom. Bob and Soo-bin giggled and got their clothes in the dark, and dressed. 

"Bob, you leaked out of me," she said. "When we jumped up, you must have all come out of me." They turned on a lamp and saw semen all over the floor. Quickly they gathered towels and mopped it up. 

"Does this mean I won't get pregnant?" Soo-bin asked. 

"We can try again." 

"Now?" 

Bob gestured toward his penis and shrugged. "It's spent. I'm sorry. I'm no good until tomorrow." 

Soo-bin felt the anger returning. "You jerk," she said. "You fucking jerk." 

"What? I'm sorry. But most guys are like me." 

"I know, I know," she said. "It's just so frustrating. Nothing seems to work. We can't do it again tomorrow. We're leaving in the morning." 

"Maybe there's some left in there." 

Soo-bin shook her head. "If you knew my luck and all that I've gone through, you'd know that I needed that full load to have any chance." 

"Maybe, Soo-bin, maybe," he said. "You have to be optimistic." 

They parted with a kiss. It was a strange kiss, between two possible parents who'd been thrust together so abruptly and passionately. Then Bob went upstairs first, and she waited a while, and then went up. 

Whoever had startled them was still in the bathroom. The door was ajar slightly and Soo-bin would have gone straight to her room if she didn't see through that crack the distinct flash of neon orange that was her swimsuit. Whoever was in there had taken her swimsuit out of the laundry! 

She crept up to the door and peered through, at the mirror to see the reflection. She drew a little breath. It was David. She could see the side of his body and saw that he was naked. He had her swimsuit in one hand and he brought it to his nose, and breathed deeply. His other hand worked at something, and she could hear a faint slap slap slap. 

She angled around, got a new view, and saw the smooth skin stretched taut over his stomach muscles. Then his hand dropped away and she saw what she'd seen earlier: The largest cock she'd ever seen. It hung there like an eel, with a crook in it. She could see that very distinctly. And her first thought was, That thing could get me pregnant.

But now David was wanking off, there'd be no possibility at all. She moved in a rush. She reached out and knocked on the door. 

She could hear David jump. "Just a minute!" He said. But she was already heading down the hall, toward his room. She hoped that had been enough to stop him from jerking off and sending all that beautiful sperm down the toilet. She slipped into his room. It was just after midnight. 

His was still a boy's room, even though he was now of legal age for her to try and pull this off. He still had action figures on his dresser and old, worn Sponge Bob sheets on his bed. She felt a pang of guilt but set it aside as she thought of that magnificent cock she had just seen. Call him barely legal, but with what was between his legs, he was a bloody man. 

She knew that if he was expected to initiate anything he would be scared off. He was shy that way. So she quickly disrobed and climbed into his bed. She drew the covers up to her neck and waited. She could smell his smell. She hoped he wouldn't be long, and not just so she wouldn't be caught. If he was long that meant he had finished whacking off. 

A minute later she heard the floorboards creak and the door opened. David came in. He was still holding her bikini. He had planned to finish off in here, she saw. He crept across the floor to the bed. He pulled the blanket back, and said, "Shit!" 

"Shhhh!" She hissed. "It's me! Aunt Soo-bin!" 

"Aunt Soo-bin?" he repeated incredulously. 

"Get in, I've kept it warm for you." 

"Oh God," he whispered. "Oh my fucking God." 

"You want me to leave?" 

"What--no! No, not at all, it's just, oh, jeez, am I dreaming? Is this a joke? Oh jeez, you're--" 

"Keep it down, do you want your mother to hear us?" 

"You're naked!" He said, whispering, excited now. "You're in my bed with no clothes on!" 

"And I can't be here long. You need to join me." 

"Oh, jeez, oh jeez," he said, and slowly he climbed into bed. "Are you joking? What is this?" 

Soo-bin stopped him from talking more with a kiss full on the mouth. He was surprised and she could tell he had just brushed his teeth. "Are you going to kiss me back?" She whispered. 

"I just--I just--" 

She kissed him again, and this time there was some life in his lips, and then he was on her, kissing her fiercely, as she expected might happen when it finally dawned on his teenage brain. "Easy, easy," she giggled, giving way to his weight and sagging to the bed. His lips were on hers, then her jaw, then her neck, making their way clumsily around her body. Next on her shoulders, her arms, her collar bone... She took his head and guided it gently to her breast, and he opened his mouth wide and took the right nipple in his mouth, working his tongue frantically. 

Things were happening so fast. His body was pushing up against hers, she was being pressed into the wall, he was thrusting his midsection against her thigh. And then she began to feel a stiffness down there; first it was jelly-like, then rubber, then hard, and throbbing, grinding into her right thigh. He kept suckling her breast and was making little grunting sounds.

She found herself thinking back to the first time she had sex. She was 15 and her partner, Young Hoon, was 16. They had spent months building it up, whispering naughty things to each other and kissing each other on the ear and promising that they were going to have fun when they finally went ahead and did it. And when they finally did it, it was a summer night and he got his hands on the family car keys, and they got in the back seat. 

He got Soo-bin naked and on her back in the back seat, but her left shoulder had been jammed uncomfortably in the seat and the seat belt buckles were digging into her skin. Young Hoon had mounted her and his body gyrated against hers for about 30 seconds as he tried in vain to get it in her pussy. The whole while she could tell he was escalating toward orgasm so she finally reached down and guided him in lest he come before they even did anything. She immediately regretted not requiring that he put on a condom; before they started he assured her that he could pull out in time. Now she wasn't so sure. 

Because even as she grabbed his penis it brought him to the edge, and when he entered her it was all he could take. No sooner had his cock slipped full into her pussy than he came right inside her. She swore at him and slapped him across the face but he wouldn't come out, still trying in vain to salvage something decent from the experience. Finally he came out and apologized profusely. But she wouldn't ever agree to see him again. She went around for the next month mortified that she was pregnant but of course it never came to be. 

So she was mindful of that night as David ground his midsection into her thigh. "Easy, easy goes it," she said, calmly, "we've got time, there's no rush, you don't want to blow it..." 

But David seemed frantic and he kept rubbing his body up against hers, and so she reached down and patted him between the legs, and felt his massive stiffness. As soon as she felt it she lost it. Why not ride the wave, she thought. We don't have much time anyway. She jerked at his boxers and he pulled them off, and they were naked together, and she was feeling his big penis pressed against her leg. 

"Come on," she whispered. "Come on, come on, let's do this, David, let's do this..." 

And then he was crawling on top of her, raising his ass in the air to clear her knee, and then he was between her knees. He kissed down her belly down to her leg, and then, moved to her vagina. Soo-bin gasped as his lips met her pussy, and then she grabbed his hair as he searched her with his tongue. Now that's something that Young Hoon didn't do, she thought. Maybe there's hope here. 

And then he was coming back up, to kiss her belly, and breasts, and mouth, and by doing so bringing his hips down between her legs. And there in the dark, in the heat between the Sponge Bob sheets, she felt his penis rising up against her, sliding easily against the inside of her thigh and then finding resistance between her legs. He applied gentle pressure, relaxed, and then applied it again, and she knew then that he was no Young Hoon, he was no flopping monkey teenager. She reached down and grasped his shaft, aimed it in the right spot. "Try there," she said. 

Slowly, gently, her soaking vagina gave way to him. She guided his shaft until he was well on his way inside her, and then she held his hips steady as he straightened his body out against her, driving his shaft inch by inch into her pussy. She felt his hot rod creeping inside her for an impossibly long moment, and then it seemed to settle, as if its natural curve met hers exactly, and as it locked into its berth both Soo-bin and David let out a happy moan. 

Then David began to fuck. He made small movements of his hips at first, little circular thrusts, and after a moment Soo-bin countered his thrusts with her own, so they were moving oppositely, maximizing the pressure. "Oh God," she moaned. "Oh God, you fit so well, you fit like a fucking glove, oh David, David..." 

She brought her hands up behind his arms and drew him close, and he lay flat against her, so their chests were touching, and she felt the taught muscles of his belly rubbing up and down her, and she arched into him, gaining another fraction of an inch out of his cock. He moaned, deeply. 

"It's incredible," she said. "David, your cock is fucking incredible..." 

"Soo-bin... Soo-bin..." 

He began to thrust a little faster now, and she could feel his big cock throbbing beneath her skin, and already her orgasm was popping off in her head like fireworks. She couldn't wait anymore. She couldn't let him handle all the work. She knew what she wanted so she had to go get it. So she ordered him on his back and mounted him. Then she controlled the pace. And she set a rigorous one. 

There was a single spring in David's bed that protested. It was a shrill "Schweee, schweee, schwee" sound, but by the time Soo-bin got into the groove on top of him neither of them were noticing. She ground her pussy into his cock as hard as she could, feeling his enormous shaft fill her up. And then he was back on top of her, not gently fucking her this time but doing it hard, his belly and thighs slapping against her. Again and again his massive cock surged inside her. 

"UhhhhUHHHHHhhhhh...." David moaned, and she threw her hips into his and held him by his ass and drew him close. She knew he was going to come. She had come this far, she had seduced him and got him horny and against all the odds she had his cock in her pussy, and she was not going to let this chance be wasted. Getting pregnant was a damn hard thing to do and she knew she had to take advantage of the opportunity. 

So she held him close and couldn't help emitting a cry of her own. Her ass muscles strained against him, and she could feel his ass muscles straining under her hands, and then she felt the most beautiful feeling in the world. Little taps coming from her cunt. His penis was convulsing inside her and he was moaning her name again and again, "Soo-bin, oh Soo-bin, oh God, my Soo-bin..." 

She held herself against him as long as she could, then relaxed, falling back to the bed. He crashed on top of her, and they kissed. Then, as the blood rushed back to her head, she felt a crazy feeling, and then a mighty rush to her head. The last thing she recalled was 
his penis slipping out of her, and her holding it, saying, "Oh it's true, it is true." 

***

The next morning Daryn, Sandra, Bob, David, and Sally sat in the waiting room at Walter County Regional Hospital. Daryn had his head bowed in prayer. Sandra was checking her phone. Sally was reading, and Bob and David were trying not to make any eye contact with anybody. When the doctor came in Daryn, Bob, and David sprung to their feet. 

The doctor regarded the three of them. "Well, we've done some tests, and what I can tell you is that nothing is showing up on the MRI," he said. 

"Thank God!" Daryn cried. 

"But there is undoubtedly memory loss, and it is quite severe," the doctor continued. "She can't remember anything from the past day or so." 

"Will it get better?" Bob asked. 

"We just don't know," the doctor said. "Time will tell." 

"Well," Daryn said, "what caused it?" 

Sandra and Sally looked up. It was the question everyone wanted to know. Daryn, in his panic, had spilled out the entire story. He had been asleep the previous night when Soo-bin had staggered into the room shortly after 1 a.m., moaning, and completely naked. She recognized him but had no idea where she was or how she got there. 

Thinking that maybe she had slipped in the shower he checked her head, but found no signs of bumps or bruises. The shower had been wet, however, and her clothes were in a little bundle outside the bathroom door, so he was reasonably certain she had been there. She fell asleep and he expected the spell to pass, but in the morning she was still confused, and that's when he became concerned and they brought her to the emergency room. 

The lack of a bruise on her head had undoubtedly sparked some theories, not all of which were given voice. One was illness. Food poisoning. But there was one little detail that bothered Daryn a great deal. He hadn't been able to find her underwear the night before, and then, the next morning, he found it next to the door. He was sure that he had looked there the night before. 

He had heard about date rape drugs, and he had seen the wine glasses downstairs the next morning, and he knew Soo-bin's affection for a good glass of wine, so he wondered if some other man in the house had slipped her something. 

But now the answer was to come clear. "Well," the doctor said, "in my opinion we have a case of transient global amnesia. It typically affects women older than Soo-bin but it's not unheard of in younger women." 

"What causes it?" Daryn asked. 

The doctor glanced around. "Perhaps you'd like to discuss this privately?" 

"We're all family," Sandra replied, and Daryn didn't have the courage to contradict her. 

"Okay," the doctor said. "It's caused by what we call the Valsalva maneuver, which is, specifically, bearing down on the abdomen. It has to do with the blood. The victim bears down on the abdomen muscles, causing increased pressure, and sometimes the valves in your veins cause deoxygenated blood to flow away from the heart back into your neck, and into your brain. That's what causes the amnesia." 

"Bearing down on her abdomen?" Daryn said. "That's what caused it?" 

"Sure," the doctor said. "It happens all the time to varying extremes. But usually with this type of amnesia it has to be a quite extreme exertion. Lifting weights. But judging from her frame I don't think Soo-bin does much weight lifting. So I'm guessing that it was caused by sexual intercourse." 

The color went from Daryn's face. It should be said that at that point he still didn't suspect anything. His discomfort was caused by the fact that after she had shown up in his room in a fog, she had acted extremely affectionate, and they had had sex. So he was afraid that he had done this to her. His stressed and fatigued mind still hadn't processed that she was acting strangely before they made love. 

"There's another reason I think it was sex-related," the doctor said. "She's pregnant." 

"What?" Daryn cried. "What? Are you serious? This is great! This is fucking incredible! Sandra! Bob! Do you hear this?" 

"We do," Bob said, mutely. 

"Naturally Soo-bin knows this, too," the doctor said. "She permitted the test that confirmed it. But there's an issue. There is a small chance that this amnesia is pregnancy related. Some kind of allergic reaction to the sperm. It's happened before. Sometime between last night and now Soo-bin has experienced an explosion of pregnancy hormones, and if some of them reacted adversely with the semen, we need to know about it." 

"Okay," Daryn said, "what do we need to do?" 

"Well, we need to rule it out," the doctor said. "With today's paternity tests, would you believe, we can confirm fatherhood within hours of conception. But the tests for the allergic reaction get rather risky for her later on, so what we need to do is confirm first that you are the father, so we can be sure we're working with the right data." 

Daryn snorted. "Well, of course I am." 

"I'm sure you are. But it's policy," the doctor said. "And furthermore, to target and calibrate the tests correctly, we need another male related to you by blood to donate some of his DNA." 

Daryn looked around. None of this made sense to him but he went along with it. "David?" He said. "You're the only other male here related to me by blood. Would you be willing?" 

"Well, um--" 

"Don't be shy," the doctor said. "All we need is a hair." 

"I don't know--" 

"Come on, David!" Sandra snapped. 

"Okay," he said. 

The doctor came over and pulled a hair from David's head. "Ow!" David said. 

"Thank you," he said, and took the hair that Daryn had yanked from his own head. "I'll be back shortly with the confirmation." 

Now, the doctor was an absent-minded sort. He also had faith in the basic goodness of people. He brought the samples back and had them tagged correctly, and then he got on with the rest of his rounds. About an hour later a lab technician paged him and he went back for the results. 

"Yes, he's the father," the technician said. "It's a perfect match." The doctor put on his glasses and looked at the name. He frowned. Something wasn't right. The technician saw it in his face. 

"Those Korean women, they don't take the same last name as their husbands," he assured the doctor. 

"Oh, yes, that's it," the doctor said. He had the results printed out and walked down to the waiting room. When he came in the three men rose. The women stayed busy with other things. The doctor looked down at his sheet. He had a lot on his mind and had a hard time keeping names straight. 

"Congratulations Mr. David Grant," he said. "You are the father!" 

He saw the faces of everyone in the room go pale. All eyes turned on the teenager, then back at the doctor. "There's a mistake," said the boy's mother. "You just said my son is the father." 

"No," the doctor said, defensively. He looked at his sheet. "David Grant. It's a perfect match." 

There was a blood-curdling cry from the husband, and at that moment the doctor remembered his name was Daryn. "YOULITTLESONOFABITCH!" the husband cried, and launched himself at David. Mayhem broke loose. As the doctor fled the room to call security, the boy's father grabbed his arm. 

"Are you sure about this?" he said. 

"Tell me, does your boy have an enormous penis?" the doctor asked. 

The man shrugged. "I suppose he does." 

"Because in the gynecologist's opinion, Soo-bin got quite a workout last night. I wouldn't expect anything less." 




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