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        A First Baby For Paige

              Chapter One
              Just a quirk of fate, one of the many trials and tribulations the 
              Gods rain down on the bowed heads of mankind. Yes, in his 
              head-strong youth, just a seemingly minor teenage bicycle injury, 
              sore and bruised testicles for a week, an accident, exceedingly 
              painful, but unimportant then, yet now so devastatingly crucial in 
              their marriage

              It was an injury long forgotten, but the Gods dont tread lightly 
              and they are not to be denied their whims  beyond the 
              excruciating throbbing pain, there were long-range consequences to 
              the adolescent pelvic trauma Three years of marriage and months 
              of exhaustive clinical testing confirmed her very athletic 
              husbands weak sperm count.

              So a concept evolved. He said it first, almost in jest. Perhaps it 
              was a subconscious reaction to his humiliating plight, a 
              remorseful, self-punishing remark, 

              Darling you you need another mans help. 

              But once said, the eroticism gradually took root in his mind and 
              gradually into hers, and however outrageous in concept, the ease 
              with which it could happen was readily apparent. After all, if 
              emotion could be set aside, what could it take a suitable male 
              donor a few minutes of privacy on their bed? It lurked in her 
              subconscious, surfacing with alarming frequency. Conceiving her 
              first baby with another man just slip her under-pants off for 
              him how bazaar yet the idea was as thrilling as it was 
              terrifying. 

              There ensued, many nights of anguish and discomforting pillow 
              talks, intimate discussions so personal and embarrassing that they 
              were reduced to breathy whispers in their dark bed. And Paige was 
              thankful for the darkness for it hid the fear and concealed the 
              inevitable flush of excitement that crept unbidden over her 
              cheeks. It seemed so sinful to discus the details with her 
              husband when and where, and most embarrassing how often. But 
              gradually a plan evolved. It was to happen by mutual agreement 
              with a trusted friend, clandestinely and outside the confines of 
              the expensive fertility clinic. It would be done secretly, in the 
              privacy of their home, a naked joining of genitals as Mother 
              Nature intended. And so they had planned it for months and when 
              she tried to analyze the feeling, the more it mystified her. It 
              was emotional, chemical and very unsettling in its persistence 

              Though it was expected to be for conception only, her gripping 
              thoughts of extramarital intercourse seemed strangely 
              inappropriate. In the darkness of night as her mind drifted toward 
              sleep, she found herself reflecting on an image of another mans 
              erect penis. She found herself wetting, while contemplating its 
              size its possible difference from her husbands how it might feel 
              in her vagina. And she tried to imagine the probably numerous 
              intimate contacts, and how they would vary in occurrence and 
              intensity, but she secretly knew each one would be tremulous. 

              It became an emotionally exhausting time in her marriage and 
              intertwined with her excitement, was a nagging concern her 
              husband. Though he had initiated the idea, and seemed to be more 
              excited as the time grew closer, could he really handle the 
              aftermath? She saw herself in the moments after, lying on her back 
              in their rumpled bed, still hot and sweaty, the donors sperm 
              wiggling its way toward her cervix, her anguished husband leaning 
              close, staring into her eyes... 

              From time to time, she worked with her hidden calendar, charting 
              her ovulations, taking her temperature, and drawing little pencil 
              circles around her probable fertile days. It was tucked away, out 
              of sight in a bathroom drawer. Out of sight, oh yes, but never---- 
              out---- of---- her---- mind! 

              As the day neared she dwelled on it the sinfully exciting 
              significance of those circled days. Deliberately planning 
              intercourse with another man, one of their close friends oh God, 
              how embarrassing to even think of it. 

              But she did, she thought about slipping out of her panties, lying 
              on her back under another man his weight coming down onto her, 
              her lifted knees apart, and his eager cock, up-thrust and 
              stiffening with excitement as it neared her groin. Her pretty face 
              grew hot. Unbeknownst to her husband, Paige imagined the feeling 
              of it touching her wet seam pushing in, stretching her creamy 
              tissues, then throbbing deep in her tense stomach. 

              And the shy little blue-eyed wife sometimes thought the unspoken 
              word, the euphemism for intercourse fucking and the image of 
              herself fucking for another man would prance obscenely through her 
              private thoughts and even if alone in her bed, she would blush. 
              Some nights she lay awake next to her sleeping husband touching 
              herself while a strange excitement seemed to grip her loins, yet 
              at other times she sobbed quietly into her pillow as every 
              embarrassing aspect of fucking with her husbands friend and 
              having his baby lurked in her mind. 

              ******* 

              But dutifully, preparing for a potential pregnancy, she had 
              continued charting her ovulatory cycle. And now, having come to 
              grips with the meaningful little circles on her calendar, Paige 
              was here in their bedroom. Trembling with anxiety, blushing to 
              the tips of her adorable ears, she was beautiful. With her creamy 
              little cunt awash with fluids and her progesterone level hopefully 
              at its peak, she was waiting by her husbands bed, and struggling 
              to dismiss the surge of excitement that ran in shivering waves up 
              her spine. Paiges nervous husband kissed her trembling lips, and 
              murmured consoling little whispers in her ear, darling, hell be 
              up here in a minute, he whispered, slip under the blankets.

              His words, though softly whispered, seemed to echo in the ensuing 
              quiet of their bedroom. Im not sure I can can go ahead with 
              it, she responded in a hesitant tone. She held her breath, 
              waiting for her husbands reply. He looked down at her pretty face 
              flushed in anguish. His eyes took in her lush beauty as she stood 
              trembling in her thin nightie his eyes dropped to the perky lift 
              of pinkish nipples. It took all his will to whisper, Page 
              darling weve come a long way to to stop now.

              His voice quavered, and I do love you so very much. He slipped 
              his arm around her back and Paige knew how this was costing him. 
              And, he added, after its done Ill still love you deeply. 
              Like twisted steel cables, she knew their marriage; their deep 
              love, was very strong. As they kissed tenderly, Paige fought down 
              the silly hysteria and fear of a few acts of intercourse with 
              another man. And she now realized, deep in her heart, that after 
              it was over, after another man had possessed her had thumped her 
              up and down on their creaking bed and deposited his sperm, there 
              would be no jealousy, only a deepening of her husbands love. She 
              needed now to dwell only on the desperation to conceive a first 
              baby. Their lips slowly parted, she looked into his eyes, uh-huh, 
              lets then, lets go ahead with it, she murmured.

              At her words, an unexpected and little understood thrill found a 
              home in the pit of his stomach. His wife dimmed the bed lamp, a 
              common act, but one so meaningful at this moment it was really 
              going to happen.

              Paige looked nervously around, close the drapes, she whispered. 
              The spot in his stomach seemed to be growing, warmth flooding 
              through his groin. He turned and drew the window drapes, mentally 
              closing out the world reducing their entire universe to the four 
              walls of their bedroom, and yes, their wide bed which seemed to 
              beckon. 

              As Paige turned to open the bedclothes her breasts swayed nakedly 
              under the thin nightie. Standing before the soft lighting, Paige 
              bent forward and grasped the bedclothes with nervous fingers. Her 
              husband saw the back-lighted silhouette of her lovely firm breasts 
              sloping downward as she opened the bedding. She flipped the 
              blankets down and then stood upright by their bed. As the nightie 
              fabric brushed across her pointy breasts, she shivered in a 
              strange burst of mixed sensations. Her emotional turmoil seemed to 
              have created a slight firmness and a heightened sensitivity in her 
              tender pink nipples. She felt like the nerve endings in her 
              nipples were directly wired to her moistening genitals. The young 
              wife felt the strange sensation of heat while still shivering. She 
              turned away from the bed and slipped back into the comfort of her 
              husbands arms. He looked over the top of her blonde head, the 
              open bed where it was going to happen stood as a mute reminder of 
              the building foreboding the tightening sensation creeping ever 
              deeper into his gut. 

              **********

              There was a soft tap on the door. Come in, he managed to say. 
              Their sperm donor friend walked slowly in and saw her still 
              standing there, a long legged young darling, backlit by the bed 
              lamp, wearing her soft transparent white nightie. Through the thin 
              cloth he could see the outline of baby-doll panties, pinkish 
              nipples and a shadowy hint of pubic hair. His friends wife was 
              barefooted, toned calves and shapely tan ankles showed below the 
              knee-high hemline. Her face was soft and angelic, pearly teeth 
              sparkled between her pouty cupid lips. There was a special 
              innocence about Paige that glowed, like late summer sunlight 
              filtering through leafy tree branches. She stood nervously next to 
              their dresser. On its top was the usual wedding picture, a 
              blushing young bride in white, the nervous looking groom. A small 
              potted ivy plant grew on one side of the dresser; a stuffed toy 
              and few mementos from their honeymoon lay next to the photo. The 
              sperm donor took it all in with a quick glance, her blushing face, 
              the open bed and he eased closer; the back of his hand brushed her 
              pink cheek. It was smooth, slightly warm and he emitted an eager 
              sigh what a delightful young fuck she was going to be.

              Though they had been childhood friends, he had never seen her 
              under such intimate conditions. Fascinated by her loveliness, he 
              stared for a long moment at her blushing face. Moving her closer 
              to the bed, he studied her pretty face in the soft glow of the 
              bedroom lamp. He nodded knowingly yes, she came from attractive 
              parentage; and together they would breed a lovely baby. His ample 
              cock was already thickening and glancing down at her breasts, he 
              secretly hoped that she would not quickly conceive; that it would 
              take numerous contacts over several months that he would get to 
              fuck her on her husbands bed again and again. He noticed the high 
              smooth cheekbones, now blushing in shame, the high forehead, the 
              splendid shaping across the nasal bridge to her deep blue eyes. 
              Again his eyes flicked down to opened bed, the v shape of the 
              neatly folded covers and then back to her blushing beauty. Oh 
              God, youre lovely, he whispered, but youre trembling, just sit 
              down and lie back. 

              The baby breeder cupped his hands on the lovely wifes waspish 
              waist and slowly slid them down onto her hipbones. The warmth of 
              her exited body caressed his palms as he turned her away from her 
              nervous husband. A backward step another and another, until the 
              backs of her knees touched the mattress. He could see the outline 
              of her shapely up-tilting breasts; feel the waistband of her 
              underpants through the thin silky nightgown. She drew a deep 
              shuttering breath, tottering slightly as if losing her balance and 
              for a moment he thought she might faint. With an arm now around 
              her back, he pulled the pretty wife against his chest. A sweet 
              scent drifted from her strawberry-blonde hair, fresh shampoo the 
              faint musk of a lovely specimen of the human female. An urge to 
              scoop Paige up and drop her neatly rounded buttocks in the middle 
              of her husbands bed surged through him. But resisting the 
              impulse, again he whispered, sit sit down it will be okay 

              Composing herself, sucking in a quick determined breath, Paige 
              lowered her lovely round buttocks onto the edge of the mattress; 
              her knees were shaking, her movements halting. Her lovely face 
              blushed in shame as she sensed a gushing wetness between her 
              clasped thighs. Up until, and through most her engagement, the 
              lovely young wife had retained her virginity. Now about to have 
              sexual intercourse with another man, she glanced nervously around 
              her bedroom. It was the room where she first made love with her 
              husband, where they lay intertwined time and again but failed to 
              conceive her first baby. All the ordinary objects their now 
              waiting bed, the familiar bits and pieces of her marriage now 
              seemed to be part of some other world. It was an unfamiliar world 
              where the next intertwining of genitals, the next exchange of 
              life-giving fluids would be with a man other than her husband. 

              The fresh white sheet felt cool under her thinly covered buttocks, 
              with her lashes lowered, her fingers clutched the hem of her 
              nightie and she smoothed it down over her exposed knees. The 
              silence brimmed around them, is this the first time? he asked 
              softly. He looked into her robins egg blue eyes. She quickly 
              turned her gaze away in some reflex action. Quick tears flooded 
              her eyes, yes Ive never It sent a jolt straight to his groin. 
              She reddened slightly and rushed on, except with my husband of 
              course

              I understand, he whispered as he turned the lovely wife onto her 
              back in the middle of her husbands bed. The baby-breeder eased 
              Paiges lovely blonde head onto one of the pillows. Long-legged 
              and squirming in embarrassment, she tugged down the hemline of her 
              nightie while he pretended not to see the quick flash of sleek tan 
              inner thigh and the glimpse white panty crotch.

              She lay on her back and slowly, at his whispered urging, turned up 
              her blushing face. Her hot cheek touched his breaths mingled. 
              Moments later their lips touched, moist with saliva, her warm lips 
              parted under his. Mmm ummm, her soft murmurs reached her 
              husbands ears. When their lips came apart, they both opened their 
              eyes slightly and looked at each other, perhaps seeing their own 
              reflections in each other's eyes.
		




              Chapter Two
              As the scene unfolded, minute-by-minute, right before his eyes, 
              her husband was tense, his nerves twisting, coiling in his stomach 
              like an ever-tightening steel spring. He watched them kiss again, 
              and then again, warm lips now moistly sealing. He saw the baby 
              breeder cupping his wifes tender breasts, his tongue touching 
              hers as they kissed. He had seen his wife kissed before, a little 
              peck on the lips at friendly gatherings, but never like this! And 
              never in a horizontal position her near naked hips near his, arms 
              creeping around his neck. As he watched, the back of his ears grew 
              warm. This was obviously not going to be a quick copulation just 
              a few thrusts quickly done as he had imagined. An urge, an 
              impulse to stop it raced through his mind, but the die was cast. 
              There seemed no face-saving u-turn on the twisty path ahead. With 
              a deep swallow, he sat near his wifes side and watched it 
              continue. 

              As the poignant moments passed, her hips seeming to be subtly 
              lifting, rocking slightly in that unmistakable undulation, that 
              certain precursor of intercourse and her nightie seemed to be 
              slipping unnoticed, higher and higher up her squirming thighs. The 
              bed lamp was dimmed to its lowest setting and the area between his 
              wifes thighs was in shadow, but from his position near the foot 
              of the bed, as she writhed and twisted, Paiges husband could now 
              see up under the hemline of her nightie. When one knee momentarily 
              lifted, he could make out the crotch of her loose panties with its 
              little tuffs of errant pubic hair. He felt the heat creep higher 
              up the back of his neck as he noted the wispy strands of curling 
              hair and saw the thin cloth clinging to the oval shape of her 
              genitals. In a torment of mixed emotions, his eyes followed the 
              line of white panty crotch as it narrowed and disappeared between 
              the cheeks of her wiggling buttocks then he felt it begin, a 
              further tightening sensation deep in his stomach, a swelling in 
              his groin the start of an erection 

              He watched as another mans hand now roamed lightly over his young 
              wifes perky nipples a tender pinch on one nipple, then 
              finger-tips grazing teasingly across its twin she squirmed, 
              tented knees opened and closed. The gradual loss of control, the 
              involuntary puckering of her sensitive nipples brought a 
              distressful blush to her face. His hand began to drift lower, 
              across her dainty navel, tracing a circular pattern around her 
              round smooth belly fingertips stealing increasingly lower, 
              feeling the first fringe of curling pubic hair through the thin 
              nightie. Four fingers skillfully cupped over the mound of her 
              pubic bone and pressed on the top of her tingling cunt. With her 
              heels digging into the bedding, Paiges pink-painted toes 
              spasmodically clenched in a nervous reaction. 

              Paiges level of arousal was rising slowly but very surely, her 
              breath coming harder in little moaning pants and her arms moving 
              up around his neck. 
              Many minutes later, as she lay breathless from his deep kisses, 
              his hand now slipped under her nightie, hairs prickled at the nape 
              of her neck. It was the nightie she had worn on their wedding 
              night, the night of their first married act of love and it had 
              been consummated with a shiny gold wedding band on her finger. Her 
              mind flashed back to that night, but now another mans hand 
              wandered under its hem. A sound, half sob, half gasp burst through 
              her lips. Smooth knowing fingers grazed skillfully along her inner 
              thigh. Trying to resist was exquisite torture and he was moving so 
              slowly, one tantalizing step after another. They were beginning to 
              make slow tender loveso different than her planning. She thought, 
              by now it would have been over, with just a smooth insertion of 
              his penis, then a gentle procreational fuck over in a few minutes 
              with an unseen splash of donor sperm. A luscious tingle of 
              forbidden pleasure shuttled through her belly yet it was 
              interwoven with shameful thoughts of her husband watching. The 
              handsome sperm donors fingers slipped under the elastic of her 
              panties and roamed over the flat of her smooth stomach toward the 
              glossy hairs covering her pubic bone. 

              Ohhh ohohh, she whimpered. Her eyes met those of her husband 
              as he sat at the foot of their bed her face flushed at the 
              thought of another man reaching under her panties, his fingertips 
              brushing through her soft curly pubic hairs while her husband 
              watched. The tip of his finger found the top of her warm viscous 
              notch, oh ohhh, she gasped again. Her eyes glistened with 
              tears; she clasped her thighs in shame, but still felt moisture 
              oozing slowly down between the cheeks of her buttocks. She hid her 
              face against the baby-makers neck, this is a big step for me, 
              she whispered. 

              But undeterred, his finger parted the soft hairs and then the 
              sensitive pink folds she felt her bones melt, her heels press 
              down against the mattress knees now falling weakly apart. It was 
              never this exciting with her husband; she clung to the edge of 
              some towering cliff by her fingertips. It was to have been so 
              clinical; just a well-planned series of simple quick fucks not 
              like this. Many times she had mentally rehearsed these moments 
              how she would stay composed, lift her nightie, open her knees and 
              turn her face away as he proceeded to insert his penis, how she 
              would bend her knees, but hold herself in check as he performed 
              the necessary thrusting. And after he released his sperm, she was 
              determined to hold back her tears while slipping back into her 
              husbands arms. But embarrassment now welled up inside her. She 
              was slipping losing her calm control. All attempts to resist 
              seemed to only intensify the tingling pressure. She felt herself 
              in the arms of another man and against her will tumbling into the 
              unknown. Committed to several inevitable fucks with another man, 
              her mind swirled, searching to justify the tingling excitement 
              that flushed her pretty cheeks. Oh my God, the words sobbed out. 
              I want to have a baby her words trailed away, but her lips 
              still silently moved as her lavender blue eyes closed.

              She stifled another breathy moan, feeling the wetness between her 
              legs as guilt flooded her. And this was only the beginning, only 
              the first of series of fuckings that she was to endure and already 
              she was excited beyond anything that she could have imagined. She 
              heard the click of his belt buckle, the faint swish of fabric as 
              he fumbled to open it with one hand. He started to unzip his pants 
              and watched with pleasure the blush that covered the young wifes 
              cheeks as he exposed his penis. Paige leaned her blonde head back 
              against her husbands pillow. The sperm donor pushed his pants 
              down and leaned in close. He thought of the thrill of taking Paige 
              for her first time outside of her marriage. Her warm excited 
              breath touched his cheek as he grazed his fingers across her panty 
              crotch, slip off your panties, he whispered. 

              Paige felt his warm penis-head brush nakedly against the side of 
              her thigh. Her mind swirled it was out of his pants now and she 
              knew to properly complete the act; she must remove the barrier of 
              her panty crotch and lift her nightie. But a shiver twisted 
              through her belly. A doubt muddled her mind. She rubbed her 
              forehead, feeling tiny hairs prickle as her heart fluttered with a 
              strange sensation. She glanced over at her watching husband, and 
              then her penetrating blue eyes looked up at the sperm donor With 
              a forced determination, she reached under her nightie. About to 
              bare her loins, her hands shook with a mix of dread and sheer 
              anticipatory excitement. Timidly she lifted her hips and pulled 
              down her panties. With trembling fingers, she slipped her white 
              underpants over her feet 

              Looking down, the sight of his penis caused a little spike in her 
              heartbeat. Longer and thicker than her husbands, it seemed hard 
              as oak wood, swollen and erect, with the foreskin back, the glans 
              stretched so tight it gleamed in a smooth damp purplish color. She 
              found herself staring so classically beautiful, up-tilting like 
              part of an erotic marble statue. She turned her eyes back to her 
              husband in an attempt to tamp down her rising emotions and saw him 
              staring, transfixed at the other mans erection. 

              Paige tried to rationalize the embarrassing wash of vaginal fluids 
              as a normal hormonal shift, a readiness to conceive, but still 
              guilt nagged her mind. She felt the bed shift, felt his hand on 
              her knee. She turned her blushing face into her husbands pillow 
              and obligingly let her knees slowly fall apart. As the pretty girl 
              splayed her thighs, cooler air flowed across her pubic hairs, and 
              more horrifying, she felt her labial folds slightly part. 
              Pretending not to hear his appreciative intake of breath, she lay 
              awaiting the first feel of his penis against her private parts. 

              Soon he was between her knees and she willed herself to stay calm, 
              to give herself to loosen her tense thigh muscles and not 
              struggle to break free of his weight. His hips grazed her naked 
              inner thighs. Electric pulses swirled her senses. The first 
              feathery touch of his penis rocked her world, but she willed 
              herself to hold her knees apart. Then she felt his throbbing 
              thickness rubbing against her pubic hair, splaying her folds 
              grazing the sensory nub of clitoral nerves. The smooth cock-head 
              slid downward along the slippery crease, teasingly brushed over 
              her sensitive anus until an upward nudge settled the thick knob 
              unerringly against the elastic pink opening into her loins. 

              He nudged again, pressing against the spreading pink skin. Paige 
              felt the yielding her moist vaginal skin stretching sensuously 
              over the head of his penis. An almost debilitating rush of emotion 
              swirled through her mind. A sobbing gasp burst through her lips as 
              the probing head of his cock breached the barrier of her marital 
              innocence. The young wife tucked her heels back and pressed them 
              against the mattress her pubis lifted, get me pregnant, she 
              managed to whisper over the sobs in her throat. Mrs. Paige Thomas 
              was so small, so tight, and so deliciously hot. The baby-breeder 
              used every ounce of willpower not to thrust greedily as he felt 
              the slippery cunt of the young married girl close around him. 
              Instinctively she arched up to meet him, now bending her knees to 
              welcome the pulsing cock-head. She arched her back, aiding the 
              tubular length of penile muscle to push the pulsing head deeper 
              into her viscously clinging genitals, where it would in due time, 
              deliver his spurts of baby making fluids.

              Paiges blonde hair now spread across her husbands pillow in a 
              shiny cascade. She followed his first thrusts helplessly, her hips 
              churning in quick up-hunching movements. Her feet flexed and 
              relaxed and flexed again, pretty pink-painted toes curled and 
              pointed toward the ceiling. With glazed eyes, she looked up at the 
              handsome man who was to become the biological father of her baby. 
              She felt the emotional, the primitive need to give herself. 
              Abandoning her natural modesty, she pinned her knees back and 
              squealed in surprise as his longer cock pressed more fully into 
              her gleaming moist heat. 

              Paiges husband could see the hem of his wifes nightie up between 
              their naked bellies hips beginning to move in counter point. He 
              could hear the bed starting to creak, could feel the tension 
              building. As he watched them fucking, a little bubble began to 
              build inside his stomach and he closed his eyes and held it back. 
              But the mental image persisted the sight of her knees up and 
              apart; her pretty face flushed her blonde head bouncing on the 
              pillow. The excitement of his wifes first whimpering squeals 
              still swirled through his brain. He willed his mind to scamper 
              onto a higher plane of reason where the excitement of his wifes 
              insemination shrank to a more manageable perspective.

              Now her fear had turned to an embarrassing pleasure, the molten 
              flood of it washed through her, over her, stealing her breath, her 
              mind, her vision. He was moving smoothly, pushing deep inside her, 
              and then sliding out again in a slow, lazy rhythm as if it might 
              go on for hours. Her simple strategy of a quick unemotional act of 
              intercourse was in tatters. He kissed her eyelids, thrusting deep, 
              and she made a despairing little sound in the back of her throat. 
              For long glorious minutes she was blind to, and deaf to, 
              everything but the velvety strokes of his long stiff cock. She 
              felt her inner tissues clinging to it, her mucus flesh griping 
              wetly clutching at every withdrawal breath bursting at every 
              deep reinsertion. What had begun as a quick act of intercourse had 
              become something more, something very different. It was ongoing, 
              an outrageously intense fuck and it consumed the pretty girl, 
              biting deep, wringing hoarse cries from her, cries she never even 
              heard. Panting cries and sounds of the squeaking mattress 
              reverberated tellingly around the couples bedroom. Glassy-eyed, 
              she tried to focus on her husband as her loins coiled tighter, and 
              then tighter still, pulsing and poising for a leap into the 
              burning unknown. 

              Paiges husband watched his wife hunching and twisting in the 
              donors arms seeking his sperm in a hot, primitive language that 
              had no words. Unnoticed he knelt by the foot of the bed and 
              un-zipped his pants. Unable to resist the urge, he drew his 
              swelling penis out through his fly and began to stroke himself 
              while his eyes stared in awe at the sight of their joining. He 
              fought the constriction in his throat as he masturbated, his eyes 
              following the movement of their undulating hips the long gleaming 
              length of cock moving so smoothly through his wifes clinging sex 
              seam, her downy soft brown cunt hairs wet with sticky love 
              fluids... the obscene little pucker of her dainty anus. The sight 
              of his wife wiggling about in the middle of a long sensuous fuck 
              was more than he could bear and with a hunch of his back and a 
              soft groan, he let his sperm spatter against the side of the 
              hanging bed-spread. And all the while the thick head of his 
              friends cock explored the inside of his wifes belly; Paige 
              continued to murmur a litany of soft gasps and cries. 

              Little trembles convulsed her loins. She wiggled her hips, 
              robotically striving to alleviate the sweet inexorable tension 
              building in her tingling cunt. His cock thrust quicker, 
              instinctively answering her mute plea. She twisted and panted; 
              sensitive clitoral nerves bunched her stomach muscles. The tension 
              was swirling in her loins, peaking, moving inexorably to its goal. 
              Paige trembled, poised on the brink. Then suddenly falling over 
              its edge, warmth flooding through her. She moved her hips, biting 
              her lower lip to stifle her moans. She threw her head back and 
              covered her lips with the back of her hand to suppress further 
              gasps it was hopeless. Her husband heard the long thin wail that 
              burst from her lips. Softly at first, beginning with a breathy, 
              ohh, ohhh and then the deeper groaning, aarrhh aaarrruuuhhh 
              arrruuuggghh. Spastic muscular spasms radiated outward from her 
              pubic bone and rippled along her belly. Feeling the searing, 
              silky, pulses in her stomach, the baby-breeder shuttered, 
              purposefully hunching his back, pouring his seed into her twisting 
              loins. With her toes curled, Paige pinned her heels back. While 
              his sperm splashed across her uterus in spastic little spurts, the 
              pretty wifes belly rippled as her first orgasm on another mans 
              cock spun through her loins. 

              The shivering, shimmering tension gradually spent itself and at 
              last she came back to reality, floating down from the blind 
              pinnacle of orgasm. Gradually the spastic quivering subsided as a 
              balmy numbness took its place the warmth taking her like a soft 
              velvety glove. She felt her husband move to her side, felt the 
              clasp of his hand. He leaned close, I love you, he whispered. 

              It was over, irrevocably over; but her husbands soothing words 
              gradually calmed and reassured her. Her heart settled into a 
              quieter pace as some of the tension left her. Still joined with 
              the man who had donated his sperm, she began to sob. He loosened 
              his arms and started withdrawing his thick but softening cock from 
              the still gripping glistening vaginal skin. Though significantly 
              stretched, Paige felt her tissues clinging wetly and then 
              contracting as the long length pulled free. She collapsed on the 
              tangled sheet, shivering in reaction as an embarrassing dribble of 
              fluids trickled down between her ass-cheeks. Her husband tried to 
              suppress his basic urge to have her so soon after. Her face was 
              still hotly flushed, and the urge to reclaim her almost 
              irresistible. She lay there astonished that she had orgasmed with 
              another man in the presence of her husband. Her inner thoughts 
              struggled with it, how could she have let another man know her so 
              completely. She remembered the deep inner stretching, her clitoris 
              brushing the back of his penis and the normal physiological 
              reaction to the deep thumping strokes. She drew a deep breath, her 
              voice quivered slightly and then broke, Im Im so embarrassed 
              that I orgasmed with him, she whispered. She breathed a sigh of 
              relief that it was over.

              Struggling to control her breathing, Paige crept back into her 
              husbands waiting arms. She avoided his eyes, her mind forming a 
              guilty fulfillment. His face was flush, his eyes glittering as he 
              felt the increase in her body temperature from the intense 
              fucking. Her fine light-blonde hair had been done up in a French 
              twist, but now it was tangled and spread across her pillow in a 
              golden telltale disarray. She looked up at her husband; eyes 
              swimming with tears, chin quivering. Her leather hair clasp, along 
              with her panties were lost somewhere in their rumpled bed. Her 
              eyes were glazed and misty, but under the circumstance, to her 
              husband, she never looked lovelier. 

              How are you feeling? Are you alright, he murmured trying to 
              suppress his anxiety. 

              Tired, she murmured, her eyelids looked heavy. 

              Would you like to sleep a while? he whispered, but against her 
              belly, she could feel the insistent throbbing of his penis. Her 
              voice was still husky from the recent gasping and groaning, That 
              excited you darling watching us? They kissed, mouths fused, 
              umm, he groaned. 

              Their kiss ended very slowly and with a mutually tender wistful 
              sigh. Paige felt her breathing just returning to some sort of 
              normalcy. But her husbands need to have her now was real and 
              deep; it fairly vibrated from him. It was an expression of their 
              deep love and it touched a chord within her. I love you darling, 
              she murmured, using that overused phrase, but meaning it from the 
              depth of her heart.

              She felt him reaching between them, opening his belt buckle, 
              darling Im well Im kind of sticky down there. He pushed down 
              his pants. His naked penis brushed hotly against her leg, 
              darling wait let me wash first 

              Honey, I need you want you now the way you are he gasped. She 
              heard the perverse excitement in his voice. His normally shy wife 
              had just received her first intense skin-to shin fucking in the 
              arms of his friend and he was evoking the sensory experience, 
              remembering the slight creaking of the bed, his wifes panting 
              gasps. His mind worked through a photographic sequence of the last 
              hour the image of Paige squirming her hips; the white bottoms of 
              her feet coming into view as she pinned her knees back. Her pretty 
              toes pointed at the ceiling feet bouncing and bouncing as another 
              man fucked her. The final image of the long gleaming cock pulling 
              free of his wifes clutching pinkish cunt seam made him 
              lightheaded. 

              He fumbled with the blankets, pulling down the sheet and Paige 
              found herself flushing and tongue-tied as he glanced at her 
              nightie still shucked up over her hips. An inner dread passed 
              through her mind as her husband moved her knees apart. Feeling the 
              stick dampness under her bare behind, she knew the bottom bed 
              sheet was soiled. Seeing her color deepening and understanding her 
              shame he pretended not to notice his wifes matted pubic hair and 
              the circular stain of love fluids under her buttocks, but images 
              of moments before were still burning behind his eyes. 
              Spontaneously, he retrieved the memory of her in orgasm knees 
              high tiny pinkish anus puckering with each clutch of her stomach 
              muscles. 

              Oh my darling oh, she murmured as the head of his penis found 
              the loose slippery opening where another man had just left his 
              sperm. 

              Sweetheart, did did it feel good, he whispered, and as he 
              urgently pushed his swelling cock into the sticky heat, she 
              wondered if she imagined the slight huskiness of excitement in his 
              voice.

              She wiped a last tear away from the corner of her eye. Oh God 
              help me darling but it was, oh just so wonderful she 
              whispered. She heard her husband draw a quick breath.

              Paige spread her legs. Her knees bent, letting her husband deeper 
              into her slightly tender cunt. She felt looser, slimy warm on the 
              length of his prick. Images of their orgasms, his friends back 
              hunching in spastic quivers flashed through his mind. His hips 
              settled against his wifes bare up-turned ass-cheeks. He began to 
              stroke. Her softened cunt made squishy wet noises. Can you will 
              you tell me more? he groaned. 

              Uh-huh, if if you want me too

              *******

              And as the sperm donor hoped, with cyclical regularity, the 
              shameful acts of intercourse went on for several more months 
              before she conceived. A first there were occasional tears, but 
              after the first time or two, it happened more easily, then 
              abundantly, long hip rolling thrusts with her knees drawn back 
              her shivery breath panting in little fuck-whimpers against his 
              neck. 

              And Paige and her husband still whisper those personal little 
              things in the dark privacy of their bed while she strokes his 
              penis and he holds his hand on her swelling belly.

      


       







       


