              Chapter One
              Wendy and Tom fervently believed their future included children. 
              Month after month, they made love again and again and she clung to 
              the thread of that hope, but it had grown impossibly thin as she 
              waited for conception to occur. It was the cruelest of fates.

              It upset her husband that she continued to dwell on their 
              inability to have children. He remembered their last trip to the 
              fertility clinic, the terms the doctor used low sperm count, 
              motility rates, questionable viability the words almost a 
              death-blow to their hope for a child. And she longed for the chaos 
              and joy a baby would bring into her life and their marriage. 

              ******

              Several nights later they lay in bed. They had just made love, 
              still sharing a single pillow, her pretty blonde nestled head in 
              the crook of his arm, his ineffective semen still oozing from her 
              sleek pink seam. Much thought went into his next remark, we could 
              use a sperm donor, he ventured.

              I suppose Then after a thoughtful pause But Ive prayed for 
              your baby and a planned, natural pregnancy, she whispered. Not 
              some strangers semen from a syringe. The words, the thought of 
              another mans sperm embarrassed her; she paused, needing a moment 
              to collect herself. Conception from a cold syringe it seems so 
              much against nature 

              It could be done naturally, he spoke softly, looking into her 
              eyes for reaction.

              For a long moment she stared back, unable to fully grasp the 
              meaning of his words, what are you saying? The bed lamp was 
              turned low, but he could see the confusion in her eyes.

              Ive thought about asking Tom to well to be with you and

               and what? What are you saying?

              Im suggesting you and Tom well, try to conceive a child.

              But how how would she blurted out in confusion.

               in bed naturally he said in a whispered and hesitant tone. 

              Oh my God, you cant be serious! she gasped.

              Darling, I know we were brought up to believe that one-to-one, 
              married, sex was the only way to make babies and only then within 
              sanctimonious boundaries. But we both know this is an enlightened 
              age.

              Youve got to be kidding testing me I couldnt

              Look there's no need to rush. But maybe just think about letting 
              it happenor prepare to allow it to happen. We've got to feel, and 
              think, and talk our way through this. We may never take the plunge 
              but if we were both inclined in that direction, we might explore 
              the possibilities a little further.

              To allow another man to impregnate her was of course, an extreme 
              measure. But Wendys husband had planted in the fertile seed in 
              her mind. He studied her eyes as the images flickered through her 
              brain. She lowered her lashes, blushed and looked away, the 
              decision, if ever made in the affirmative, would be a momentous 
              one.

              ********

              Now the seed was sprouting and almost daily, she privately toyed 
              with the concept and found herself consumed by the embarrassing 
              thought of another man slipping his bare penis into her loins. 
              Though there had been a close call or two during her college 
              years, no other mans penis had every penetrated Wendys sleek 
              little vagina, so in her subconscious lurked a strange curiosity, 
              almost an intrigue. 

              However, weeks passed, night after night of pillow talk, I dont 
              know if I could go through with it, she whispered for what seemed 
              like the hundredth time. But the deeply instilled instinct to pass 
              her genes into the next generation gnawed away in Wendys 
              subconscious. 

              They cuddled in bed, sharing one pillow, I would be so 
              embarrassed, she murmured against his neck.

              Wellwe have to think of it as well, as a quasi-medical 
              procedure, he intoned. 

              Oh darling, it would be more than that it would be actually 
              fuc.embarrassed, her voice trailed off.

               fucking?

              Yes! And I dont know if could really let him fu fuck me, she 
              whispered, slowly, thoughtfully drawing out the syllables, 
              pronouncing each word distinctly as if she had been thinking about 
              it for a long time. After a long silence she continued, if, and I 
              mean if would you want to be there? 

              You mean in the room when when it happened?

              Uh-huh.

              I only want what you want, he spoke assuringly against her 
cheek.

               typical male evasion, she bantered.

              Well, would you want me there?

              I would be humiliated! She rubbed her arms as if chilled; she 
              looked up at the only man she had ever known in bed, I dont know 
              if I could go through with it if if you were to watch. While 
              she lay there with a dreamy look in her eyes, her husband dwelled 
              on the remark. The subtlety of her comment, the word if did 
              that mean she might do it if he didnt watch? 

              Would you if I didnt stay in the room?

              I didnt say that but well it would be easier

              ***********

              And so it continued until finally one night, cuddled in the 
              darkness of their bed

              Mmm, yes I guess we could try it maybe a time or two, Wendy 
              murmured, struggling for what little composure remained, but 
              under the blankets and with the lights very dim. So a hurdle was 
              passed and now where the thought of her in bed with another man 
              between her thighs might still be uncomfortable, it was no longer 
              unthinkable. And so the planning began the fearful progression to 
              the next step.

              **********

              Wendy didnt understand what it was about this one man, their 
              closest friend that now intrigued her so. Shed gone to sleep that 
              night and dreamed of what they were planning to do. The fuzzy 
              dream began with series of short nibbling kisses and moved quickly 
              into a heated copulation. Shed woken breathless, her heart 
              pounding and a disturbing dampness between her thighs. The very 
              idea was appalling, but it left her breathless. She had fallen 
              asleep with the thought of him touching her, kissing her and then 
              them fucking together that ultimate necessary act for conception. 
              Wendys untamed imagination had taken over and shed allowed it to 
              happen in her dreams. 

              In a hip twisting disturbing dream sequence and with her husband 
              asleep at her side, Wendy had fantasy fucked for another man. 
              Shed tossed and turned most of the night, her embarrassment 
              scaling previously unreached thresholds of emotion. The following 
              morning, she was emotionally and physically exhausted. A check of 
              her nightie revealed a humiliating still damp stain at the level 
              of her buttocks and her exploring finger found the short pubic 
              hairs above her perineum matted in a sticky tangle of gooey 
              fluids. What a strange experience it had been, the incredible 
              feeling of touching herself, of having an orgasm in her sleep. 

              ******

              Her historical back-ground was to say the least, puritanical and 
              all the following morning, she felt an intense shame. She had been 
              sexually aroused, even in her sleep. And the troubling dream was 
              just a precursor of the actual acts to follow, the many times it 
              might take before she conceived. Wendy imagined them in bed 
              genitals joined actually fucking, not just in a crazy dream. She 
              squeezed her thighs together, wanting to stop the sensation but 
              knowing she couldn't. 

              That afternoon, alone in the house, she stretched out on their 
              bed. The exciting images of copulating with her husbands close 
              friend that swirled through her mind were quickly followed by the 
              humiliating thought of her husband watching the act take place. 
              She felt torn by the conflicting emotions and embarrassed that 
              excitement seemed to be the stronger of the two. Wendy pressed her 
              pretty face into the pillow and moaned, the tingling sensation 
              building between her legs, the tingle quickly becoming a familiar 
              ache deep in her belly. Face down, she closed her misty blue eyes 
              and rocked slightly, scissoring and rhythmically squeezing her 
              thighs. Her clitoris and the moist folds of flesh at the apex of 
              her thighs rubbed together, a secret trick she had learned years 
              ago. As a very young girl, she had used it in school, at the 
              movies, even in church. She reached over, drew her husbands 
              pillow against her side and smoothly lifted a thigh over it. 
              Momentarily, the coarse fabric felt cool against the heat of her 
              smooth bare inner thigh. Then, even as she told herself to stop, 
              she rocked harder, rubbing her pubic area against the edge of his 
              pillow. Skillfully, from long practice, Wendy rotated her hips 
              side-to-side her tingling clitoris searching with subtle little 
              hips humps for the pointed corner of the pillow. The pretty wifes 
              face blushed at the thought of what was happening of what she was 
              going to do. But, there was no way to stop it now she had to 
              just had to

              Wendy rolled over onto her back. She lay there breathing deeply 
              for several moments her closed eyes covered with the back of her 
              hand, fighting the urge to masturbate as she contemplated 
              intercourse with her husbands surrogate. But gradually her 
              fingers moved under her skirt, groping, feeling the soft pubic 
              hair under the cloth of her white underpants, sensed the humid 
              warmth soaking through the fabric. Now resigned to completing the 
              act, her knees parted and drew back. The loose skirt slid up and 
              her fingers slipped under the elastic crotch band of her thin 
              cotton panties rubbing gently at first then gradually vibrating 
              the ball of her middle finger side to side in the warm sticky 
              seam. She pressed her heels against the bedspread and up-tilted 
              her loins. The tingling ignited, becoming fire as the slippery 
              little nodule of clitoral nerves escaped her pressing finger only 
              to be found again and again. Her mind empted of everything but the 
              image of fucking with her husbands friend and the need for that 
              moment of complete oblivion and electric nothingness. 

              Soon the fingers of her left hand lifted the restraining panty 
              crotch letting the tip of her middle finger dip lower into the 
              juicy warmth. She felt the gleaming snug opening and teasingly wet 
              her finger to the first knuckle. His penis will be there right 
              there, she mused before tracing a moist path back to the tender 
              nubbin of her clitoris. Two fingers stretched back the clitoral 
              foreskin, the texture of her fingertip grazed lightly over the 
              sensitive pink nubbin of nerves. Sensation spiraled up her spine 
              up up her mind swirled belly muscles tightened 

              The excruciating moment was nearing where Mrs. Wendy Cooper, her 
              life, her husband, her body itself, the very world she lived in 
              would cease to exist. 

              The moment arrived pointy nipples puckered tingles radiated 
              through her belly! 

              In some fuzzy distant world, in another dimension of time, she 
              could feel the head of his penis then its length, stretching her 
              pink tissues, thick and long pushing in deeper deeper fucking 
              her She turned her face into the pillow to hold back the gurgling 
              squealing sounds that rushed to escape sounds of pleasure and 
              delightful pain. The soft pad of her middle finger rubbing up, 
              down then vibrating in an ever-quickening side-to-side motion. As 
              her stomach muscles clenched, thin crystalline fluids trickled 
              down onto her tiny anus. The only sound in Wendys quiet bedroom 
              was her hoarse breathing and the soft wet sticky noise made by her 
              moving finger. Her mind swirled, she could feel him fucking her 
              now feel his penis deep in her stomach thumping in and out. 
              Excruciating sensations rippled through her tense belly. Then the 
              groaning gasps burst through Wendys parted lips, Ohhhhh 
              aaaauuuuhhhhhh uuurrrrrhh

              As the numbing throbbing gradually ceased, humiliation flooded in, 
              she thought of her husband. Her eyes were teary. Masturbating like 
              a school-girl; what would he think if he knew the truth about her? 
              If he knew what she did, how she touched herself two or three 
              times a week how the thought of the pending insemination was 
              exciting her. 

              And as the day grew closer she agonized over the potential 
              emotional aspect of giving herself to another man. The prospect of 
              a series of embarrassing extramarital fuckings loomed in her mind. 
              How would she feel when the moment was here? When she stood on the 
              very precipice and it was time to slip off her panties and get on 
              their bed. hot and achingly alive, distracted and flushed and 
              more than a little out of control. 

              **********

              As with all things, the time finally arrived and her husband 
              watched Tom steering Wendy toward the bed. She seemed preoccupied, 
              deep in thought, gripped by a deep-seated embarrassment. Shed 
              lived a sheltered protected life. It hadnt prepared her for the 
              sensual magnetism she experienced at the sperm donors touch. The 
              directness of Toms gaze unsettled her; somehow it was all 
              malethe primal urge to breed with his friends wife clear in his 
              eyes. He watched her reaching for the zipper on the back of her 
              dress; it made her feel very exposed, totally vulnerable. Wendys 
              husband helped un-zip her dress, then he clasped her in his arms.

              Im going to leave you alone now, he whispered. She nodded 
              visibly relieved that he was going to leave the room, that he 
              wasnt going to watch the salacious intimacy take place. And he 
              exuded such a calm, assured presence. It was just what she needed 
              to put the whole thing in perspective. There was really nothing to 
              be afraid of, she mused. These were modern times and with emotions 
              in check, it would be a simple quick act of intercourse, probably 
              over in a few minutes. They would do it quickly; then she would 
              pull up her panties, smooth down her skirt and compose herself 
              before her husband came back into the room. Tenderly he released 
              her clasping fingers, their lips brushed and in moments Wendy 
              heard the door click shut. As they had agreed, her husband had 
              left them to complete the first embarrassing act in privacy. The 
              memory of the dream flashed through her mind, the hot aching 
              feeling of cumming in her sleep will it be like that, she 
              wondered? 

              Oh yes, I want a child, she murmured, and then realized shed 
              verbalized the thought. She took a few tentative steps toward the 
              bed. Alone in her bedroom with another man, for the first time, 
              her sensibilities were badly shaken. As Tom watched her approach 
              the bed, he glanced down at her left hand. Wedding rings she had 
              decided to keep them on. The thought of it excited him.

              Wendys husband saw the sliver of light weaken under the bedroom 
              door as his wife dimmed the bed lamp. Now his wife was going to 
              finish undressing in the subdued light. He felt as if a fist had 
              been punched into his gut, followed by a cold trickle of anxiety. 
              For a moment he thought he was going to lose it. He pressed his 
              jaws together, riding out the first wave of emotion.

              Now alone in her bedroom with Tom, Wendy was feeling a deep 
              depthless ache. Tears crowded her eyes and spilled unheeded down 
              her cheeks as she turned down the blankets. Dear God, she 
              whispered, choking down the emotion, please give me a child. It 
              was a plea shed whispered innumerable times over the last years. 
              So often that Wendy was convinced God had long since given up 
              listening. Wiping tears from her eyes, she slipped out of her 
              shoes and lay waiting on the crisp white sheet. 

              In the periphery of her vision Wendy saw him open his belt and 
              un-zip his pants. Even from the ten or so feet away, she could 
              clearly see his body... evenly tanned and muscular, but not overly 
              so.... a lightly haired chest...a lean stomach.... 

              Then he pushed his pants down. She gasped at the sight of a thick, 
              semi-limber cock gracefully curving over his large ball-sack, and 
              it was uncircumcised. The thrill of exposing himself caused it to 
              quickly stiffen and lift upward away from his groin. Still 
              dressed, face hot and flaming, Wendy quickly turned away and lay 
              curled up on her side, the short silken dress unable to conceal 
              the sheer white panty drawn snugly into the delicious crevasse of 
              her soft curvy buttocks. From the foot of the bed he could see her 
              bikini tan lines against the narrow wisp of white material 
              disappearing between her smooth thighs, the puffy delineated mound 
              of her sex was clearly defined. Several reddish-blonde silken 
              strands of her pubic hair curled from the edges of the narrow 
              panty crotch his cock stiffened to full erection

              Quickly Tom stepped out of his pants and moved against her on the 
              bed. She glimpsed his stiffened penis again and instinctively 
              clasped her knees, tears of embarrassment close to the surface. He 
              hugged her, clasping her in his arms. He held her so tightly that 
              she could barely breathe, but it was exactly what she needed at 
              that moment, and she clung to him. Smoothly, skillfully, his hand 
              found and cupped her breast and her heart began to pound. Wendy 
              felt her nipple pucker under his skillful touch. He could smell 
              her warm scent and with his lips against her neck, he could feel 
              her pulse. She closed her eyes, sighing softly when his tongue 
              explored the throbbing hollow, working its way upward toward her 
              lips. Their first kiss was awkward and somewhat superficial as 
              though her husband were still watching. Her mind was bursting with 
              the thought of making love with him and for a timeless moment she 
              was afraid to open her eyes. She felt herself spiraling down the 
              forbidden path of no return. Their second kiss was slower, sultry 
              and thorough. 

              She was breathless and panting by the time he reached under the 
              hem of her skirt. He was moving his hands higher under her skirt, 
              forcing her to stretch her boundaries. She was ultra sensitive 
              along the softness of her inner thighs, especially in that nakedly 
              smooth place close to the crotch of her panties. Nervously she 
              squirmed her hips, but every restraining thought and notion was 
              beginning to dissolve in her desire to conceive a baby. Nervously, 
              unconsciously she clasped her knees, but she heard her mind 
              whisper, yes. 

              A warm palm grazed along her inner thigh, fear welled up inside 
              her. Wendy held her breath, dizzy with emotion, certain that her 
              husband was going to hear them through the door. She squeezed her 
              eyes shut, a tiny bead of sweat tickled down her stomach, slipping 
              under the elastic band of her panties.

              She looked up at him and nervously moistened her lips. It was her 
              undoing. She felt his finger near the crotch of her panties. 
              Please, she blurted out, sounding as if in near panic. Relax, 
              he whispered encouragingly, this isnt going to hurt. This time, 
              she tipped her head to one side to avoid his lips, but he caught 
              her by the chin. With a mind of their own, his hands slipped into 
              the soft blonde hair and quickly positioned her face so he could 
              kiss her properly. By all that was right he should have tried to 
              quickly penetrate Wendys vagina and just clinically release his 
              sperm, but the temptation to make prolonged love with her was too 
              strong, to sweet and piercing to ignore. Slowly he lowered his 
              mouth to hers with the confidence of experience. His lips cut off 
              her gasp of protest, and the strong pressure of his mouth again 
              opened hers to him. When she felt the tip of his tongue, her nails 
              dug into his back and she amazed him and possibly herself with a 
              soft womanly sigh. Her lips softened and unwilling to let the 
              opportunity slip past, Tom slanted his head and kissed her with 
              weeks of pent-up desire. The blending of their kisses was 
              delicious. Their mouths clung while impudent fingers felt-up her 
              breasts and squeezed her nipples raw excitement swirled through 
              her senses. 

              Let me help you slip out of this dress?

              Mmmm, Wendy whispered, the beginnings of a torrid blush rising 
              to her pretty cheeks. She was so beautiful when she blushed. Tom 
              blinked, trying to regain control of himself. He looked back down 
              at the blushing beauty of his friends wife and helped her wiggle 
              out of her dress. Brushing aside her previously accepted moral and 
              social rules, she turned her back to him and swept her blonde hair 
              to the side so he could reach the hooks of her bra. Her naked 
              breasts jiggled deliciously as she turned over and yielding to the 
              inevitable, shyly opened her thighs. There was a small stain in 
              the crotch of her otherwise pristine white panties. He traced his 
              fingers along the crotch, brushing lightly over the tufts of 
              honey-brown pubic hair that teased out along the edge of the loose 
              elastic. The soft curls were like tiny sparks of electricity on 
              his fingertips. He slid down. She felt his hand quickly pulling 
              her panties off and then she was naked under him. His fingers 
              touched her softly, moving delicately through her pubic hair, over 
              her mound. She was spread in a V, her labia open and pink and the 
              pearl of her clit visible showing in its engorged state he pulled 
              her legs wider apart. He looked down at the rich dark blonde curls 
              between her thighs. Lifting her knee, his eyes locked on the 
              gleaming snug point of entry. A wave of ecstasy poured through her 
              as his finger entered her, touching her in all the right places. 
              She couldn't keep the moan from escaping through her clenched 
              teeth. Her body shook, over and over again. Sweaty and flustered 
              by embarrassment, she twisted under his touch, sensations rippling 
              over her, pleasure mixing with shame and arousal. 

              When it subsided, she opened eyes she didn't even know were shut. 
              Her eyes, blue as twin mountain lakes, stared up at him with that 
              lovely wide-eyed innocent look. He was looking down at her, a 
              teasing smile on his face. Relishing the power he had over her. 
              Loving the fact that he could make her cumm with just his finger. 
              And she couldn't help a part of her that loved it too. Now he was 
              moving his hips toward her knees, his penis up-thrust and ready. 
              She lay on her back, breath panting with excitement at the utter 
              certainty, the absolute irreversibility, of what was about to 
              happen in the next few moments their first in a series of very 
              sensual baby-making fucks. 

              Tom moved up onto his knees, the stiff up-thrusting muscle 
              springing awkwardly to and fro as he moved between Wendys bent 
              legs. She saw his hand reach down, almost trancelike she watched 
              him slowly stretch back his tight foreskin thick bulbous head 
              dark fleshy-pink in color. With eyes locked hypnotically on the 
              swelling penis, she let her tented knees fall slowly apart. It 
              seemed thicker than her husbands the head so clean and pinkly 
              moist without its cover of foreskin. Her eyes got that glassy 
              faraway look while she pressed her heels against the bed sheet 
              her bottom curving upward... her hips almost imperceptibly 
              tensing, relaxing, and tensing. He was looking down into her 
              exposed groin, knee-walking up between her spread thighs. He sat 
              back on his heels for a moment and examined her. The little blonde 
              peach fuzz below her navel trailed down across her lower belly to 
              a lush growth dirty-blonde pubic curls. As she drew her heels 
              back, with her legs wide, her wet little slit opened into a 
              beautiful wet pink crease. He could see the tiny puckered opening 
              into her vaginal tract. She felt the thick phallus touch her pubic 
              hair and her lips formed that soundless whimper of anticipation. 
              Wendy felt the warm velvety touch tissues spreading, a slight 
              stretching Ohhh, ohh my she exhaled with a long drawn-out 
              sigh. 

              And before she could even draw in a stabilizing breathhe shifted, 
              positioned and slid his bare penis in slowly, carefully, as if to 
              stretch out the ecstasy of their un-protected skin-to-skin 
              joining. Made easier by a crystal film of slippery vaginal fluids, 
              his thickened penis bore deeply into her, as if to reach the very 
              core of her human experience. Her legs lifted in a reflex action 
              aiding in the viscous cementing of genitals. She moaned a kind of 
              hurt sound and turned her blushing face away. The swollen glans 
              had coursed into her snug cunt so smoothly that she was naively 
              surprised that such a sinful action could feel deliciously normal. 
              The young married girl was lusciously moist and as she tried to 
              tamp down the excitement, the flush that stained her cheeks with 
              color was now from guilt.

              Then he began to fuck his friends pretty blonde wife, smoothly, 
              deeply, drawing her into that other world. Utterly bewilderingly 
              ecstatically lost, she curled her arms around his neck while tears 
              welled up in her eyes. Teary-eyed, but with cultural constraints 
              abandoned, her hips wiggled against the mattress in little 
              concentric movements. He began to stroke into her with quick 
              unmeasured hunches that lengthened and shortened in uneven 
              cadence. Wendys bent knees lifted her dainty feet began bouncing 
              and bobbing over his back. Creamy vaginal secretions quickly 
              coated the length of his penis and smeared the thin hairless strip 
              of pink skin linking to her tiny anus. She could feel herself 
              clinging to the head of his penis. At each lift of his hips, her 
              mucus tissues clasped along the stem in a smooth sucking pull of 
              clingy pink skin. And oh God it felt so good as he pushed it back 
              in, again and again. 

              The waves came again, her body tensing, exploding, pleasure 
              pushing every thought out of her mind as he pushed deeper, faster, 
              her hands pulling him into her as if on their own. She threw back 
              her head, every last vestige of the proper lady she had once been, 
              melting away with each thrust of his cock. Her first baby-making 
              contact had evolved into a hot sensual fuck and she ran her hands 
              through his hair, held him by the shoulders and the small of his 
              back while it was happening. Her eyes never opened, but her face 
              screwed up in that expression of tortured concentration that 
              precedes female orgasm. Long lengths of blonde hair whipped across 
              her pillow as the deeply imbedded member compelled her first 
              climax on another mans penis. Her pelvic muscles stiffened and 
              quivered as the spastic madness washed through her belly. Oh my 
              God she moaned as the spasms slowed. There were breathy pants as 
              little after-convolutions rippled along her spine. In the 
              post-paralysis of orgasm her legs lolled loosely apart. 

              Coming back to time and place was, for Wendy, like sliding 
              weightlessly back through a thin white cloud. She sighed, letting 
              the gentle gravity take her until she was once more in her 
              husbands bed and feeling the weight of the sperm donors hips 
              still pressing her to the mattress and feeling his imbedded penis, 
              still long and firm. And she knew it wasnt over a barrier had 
              just been crossed, but there was to be more, much more

     

              Chapter Two
              Eavesdropping on his wife, Wendys husband closed his eyes to the 
              inner pulse pounding through his brain, the strange emotional 
              feelings welling up in his stomach. His mind was leaping, whirring 
              into a smear of thoughts. No circumstance, no experience had 
              prepared him for this moment. The long silence had been ominous, 
              and then finally, he thought he heard it start a soft stirring 
              and the quick whoosh of breath being released as if at the end of 
              a stirring deep kiss. Then his wifes nervous murmur floated 
              through the thin door panel. Feeling a heart-pounding adrenaline 
              rush, he walked on rubbery legs closer to their bedroom door. He 
              winced as her soft breathing evolved quickly into gasping breaths. 
              One thought kept trying to penetrate his churning emotions. He 
              remembered those Nordic blue eyes, that husky rasp in her 
              breathing when she made love. 

              He pressed his ear tight against the door. At the sound of the bed 
              starting to rhythmically creak, he felt a thunderous pulse, his 
              stomach turning, his brain going light. The more he imagined the 
              scene taking place, the faster the blood pounded through the 
              shallow chambers of his heart, racing through his veins, 
              ratcheting down into every muscle, fiber and nerve. Suddenly she 
              squealed, fueling him with an uncontrollable dread. Wendys first 
              cry was so short-lived and so soft that he thought it might have 
              been his imagination, but then the slight squeaking of the bed 
              increased clearly now, a more rhythmic cadence creak creak 
              creak His wifes second cry was briefer and thinner than the 
              first, but unmistakably a bleat of excitement. Soon shrill little 
              noises were blending into a mlange of squeals and thumping 
              sounds. The thin door did little to hold back the sound of a 
              couple in an intense act of sexual intercourse. 

              The young husband sucked in a deep breath. He held it, expelling 
              it slowly, all the while willing himself to not open the door. He 
              listened to the whimpering, the thumping and creaking sounds that 
              would seem to plateau, then slow to nearly a stop and then begin 
              to build again. Mere moments seemed like an eternity as the sounds 
              continued in a more exuberant fashion. He thought of his pretty 
              wife and her long sleek legs, her moist snug cunt and the patch of 
              downy silky blonde hairs feathering down into the crease of her 
              buttocks. He thought of her lovely up-tilted breasts, how they 
              seemed to defy the law of gravity how they jiggled during 
              intercourse. 

              Wendy continued to murmur a litany of soft gasps and cries. He 
              heard her through the door, that sensuous resonance in her gasps 
              and breaths he knew so well. It was one thing to listen to Wendy 
              having procreational sex with his friend. But it was quite another 
              to realize that this was just the first of the many times theyd 
              probably have do it over the next few months. 

              While he listened to another man fucking his sweet darling wife, 
              He knew his limits and it had been nearly reached and somewhere 
              deep in his groin a burning tingle began to spread. Wendys 
              husband felt an erection firming in his pants and as he listened 
              to the bed softly creaking, he knew whatever psychological 
              overtones might accompany this endeavor to conceive; there was no 
              denying its overwhelming eroticism. Hearing the sound of his 
              wifes gasps and squeals, he tried to imagine the scene taking 
              place, his wifes feet in the air, her pretty painted toes 
              alternately clenching and then straightening as Tom fucked her 
              his buttocks tightening each time he hunched his penis into Wendy. 


              **********

              Tom grunted, clenched, and Wendy felt his heat wash through her as 
              his thrusting stopped. Inside her, she could feel him pulse and 
              throb. She shivered as mild tremors moved up her spine. 

              Cumm in me give me your baby she gasped. 

              Savoring the feeling of his friends young wife spread under him, 
              he thrust in fully, stiffened his back and released his sperm. 
              Wendy pressed her heels against his buttocks as spurting ribbons 
              of silvery ejaculate washed across her uterus. Then it was over, 
              the sordid act irrevocably over. She felt tears of relief as he 
              moved off her perspiring belly. . Her eyes seemed wide, pupils 
              dilated, as she lay with her knees limply apart. Glancing down as 
              he lifted, Wendy saw his glistening prick, still jutting from his 
              groin, the long length smeared with her vaginal fluids.

              With a sigh Wendy sank back against the pastel-blue sheet and 
              looked blushingly up at her husbands friend. Her hips and belly 
              muscles continued spasmodic little after-convulsions, which did 
              nothing to quiet the frantic embarrassment that possessed her. 
              Wendy stared up at him, sensing an additional flush of crimson 
              pouring onto her cheeks, feeling a sudden wave of deep shame 
              sweeping over her. Spontaneously, the tears came. She rolled onto 
              her belly, burying her face in the pillow and let them flow. Her 
              lovely body quaking with convulsive sobs, finding in this a 
              release for the emotional tension of giving herself to another 
              man. 

              ********

              She felt like a rag doll, limp and exhausted. In the very middle 
              of her cycle, she had had unprotected intercourse with her 
              husbands friend. And she knew now, deep in the most sheltered 
              part of her heart, that she was going to have his baby. At the 
              very crucial moment, she had up-tilted her loins and felt him push 
              his straining penis deep and cumm in her with pulsing spurts and 
              it was a profound abiding belief that she had conceived. 

              She just knew she was pregnant, could feel it to the very marrow 
              of her bones. But conflicting emotion choked Wendy, confused by 
              her sensual response; she struggled to find some semblance of 
              objectivity. With still trembling fingers, she reached down with a 
              tissue, wiping the residue of his sperm from her damp whorls of 
              blonde-brown pubic hair. Then like slow curtains her eyes closed, 
              and she let her mind drift off to some quieter place.

              *****

              Later, feeling a movement on the bed, her eyes opened and she 
              glanced up at her husband; she looked slightly dazed and 
              definitely flushed. She gazed up at him steadily for just a moment 
              and then quickly lowered her eyes like a breathless little girl 
              who had been naughty. Her brain had taken a moment to realize what 
              had just occurred. Under her husbands gaze, her slender throat 
              moved as she swallowed her shame. It mortified her to recall the 
              way shed finally responded to Toms touch, and after a few tears, 
              fucked eagerly with him and orgasmed on his penis. The mere 
              thought of their encounter brought a flash of heated color to her 
              cheeks.

              Are you alright did he well, finish?

              She nodded, saying nothing, but the flush on her cheeks revealed 
              more of the answer.

              At the foot of the bed, his wifes blue dress lay draped across 
              their white bedspread Her discarded panties lay by her side. She 
              saw her husbands eye slant downward. Her cheeks burned. She 
              quickly bent and snatched up the panties and tucked them under the 
              edge of her pillow. Tears sprang into her eyes, oh Im so 
              embarrassed. 

              Darling, its okay! It was just as we planned, he whispered in a 
              weak effort to comfort her, but his eyes wandered to the matted 
              curls of damp hair between her open thighs and his mind suddenly 
              filled with the image his friend pulling down Wendys panties and 
              fucking her. 

              But would you think I was prying if I asked you how it happened 
              what you did? 

              She was already running her fingers through her long blonde hair 
              in a failed attempt to tidy up and the answer came in a flood of 
              emotion, a wash of tears, of soft sobs. Well, you have a right to 
              know. Yes we of course we made love 

              Did you take off all your clothes?

              Uh-huh. But darling, she whispered haltingly, we shouldnt talk 
              about well, the specific details

              He paused for a moment to study the complexity etched into his 
              wifes expressive eyes. Their bed was a jumble, the sheet and 
              blankets tangled, and in the middle a small damp spot where they 
              had been genitaly joined. Her husbands eyes moved from the 
              Kleenex box to the wet crumpled tissues on the bedside table. 

              Did he cumm in you? he asked, knowing it was the dumbest of 
              questions as the words left his lips.

              He felt the mattress move as she shifted her weight. Wendy stopped 
              him from asking anything more by pressing the tips of her fingers 
              against his lips. She knew her eyes were wide and pleading. They 
              stung with the effort to hold back a wall of tears. Of course he 
              came inside me but dont ask about it, she pleaded softly. 

              He looked down at the disarray of her hair, at their well-used 
              bed, I just wondered if it was exciting for you?

              Her face flushed, and she hunched her shoulders for a moment as if 
              she were trying to squeeze through a narrow gap between truth and 
              evasion. It was one of her little girl gestures. Finally she 
              answered. Yes it was exciting, but very difficult for me to talk 
              about, she whispered in fractured tones, her voice straining. 
              And you seem disturbed. 

              She raised questioning eyes to her husband, are you sorry that we 
              went ahead with it? You still love me? 

              Of course darling, more than ever, infertile couples do it these 
              days, you know, its not like the world has to end because another 
              man puts a penis in you.

              It was a time when she most needed the comfort of soft kisses and 
              to ease the tension, his reassurances of their iron-clad bond. 
              Soon they were making gentle love while he urged her to whisper 
              exciting details in his ear. 

              I cried while he was fu fucking me, she whispered in deep 
              embarrassment. Wendys unusual use of the f word sent a thrill 
              through her husband as if he could see the act that had taken 
              place. The way she spoke the word, fucking, fucking, drawing it 
              out with a slow gaspy breath in multiple syllables sent a lurch 
              through his stomach and he strained to hold back his orgasm. 

              But you enjoyed it having him fuck you? 

              Her face blushed, she tried to keep her eyes on the wall over his 
              shoulder, Mmmm hummm, she murmured. 

              Hes good at it, isnt he? He glanced down at her, catching her 
              eyes with quizzical looks. He seemed obsessed with the details 
              the size of his penis the way she lay on her back with her bent 
              knees up Relating the salacious particulars brought a deep 
              embarrassing blush to her pretty cheeks, Mmmm hmmm, I I put my 
              feet up on his back.

              As they made love, fascinated, excited, he kept bringing the 
              subject back to that last hour, drawing her out question after 
              question, each more embarrassing than the last.

              She had held it in for so long. And now, her head pressed against 
              her pillow, staring up at him in embarrassment, the words tumbled 
              out. They tumbled out in a breathless rush before she could grab 
              them back, before she could bite her tongue or stop herself.

              Uh-huh at first I cried when he put it in it was big and very 
              long and stiff. But by the end well, I loved it. Close to her 
              husbands ear, Wendy lowered her voice to a whisper, he fucked me 
              for a long time and at the end, I held my knees up and I felt him 
              cumm deep inside of me

              As she knew it would, Wendys whispered words pushed him over the 
              edge and she felt her husband tense and cumm. She breathed a deep 
              sigh of utter contentment

              They lay quietly for a few more minutes, doing nothing but 
              breathing and feeling, letting the awareness of what they'd just 
              done sink in, realizing that they'd come through it, still 
              married, still in love, still wanting one another.

              Darling, Im exhausted I need to rest, she murmured.

              But you really did love it didnt you? he asks, a bemused smile 
              on his face.

              She smiled back shyly. Uh-huh, she murmured.

              **************

              It was nearly dawn when it ended and she snuggled closer in her 
              husbands arms, needing the warmth and security of his love and 
              the cleansing oblivion of sleep. Her breathing gradually slowed 
              and the warm sandy shores of serenity enveloped her mind. 

              To be continued:


       





       


