Posted by Bertram W. Bronson on May 19, 2002 at 23:42:52: 
Impregnating Wendy: 
Bertram W. Bronson 
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 I've prayed for your baby and a planned, natural pregnancy," she whispered. Not some stranger's semen from a syringe. The words, the thought of another man's 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. 
"I've thought about asking Tom to... well to be with you... and..." 
"... and what? What are you saying?" 
"I'm 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 can't 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." 
"You've got to be kidding... testing me... I couldn't..." 
"Look... there's no need to rush. But maybe just think about letting it happen...or 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 Wendy's 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 man's penis had every penetrated Wendy's sleek little vagina, so in her subconscious lurked a strange curiosity, almost an intrigue. 
However, weeks passed, night after night of pillow talk, "I don't 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 Wendy's subconscious. 
They cuddled in bed, sharing one pillow, "I would be so embarrassed," she murmured against his neck. 
"Well...we 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 don't 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 don't 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 didn't watch? 
"Would you if I didn't stay in the room?" 
"I didn't 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 didn't understand what it was about this one man, their closest friend that now intrigued her so. She'd 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. She'd 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. Wendy's untamed imagination had taken over and she'd 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. She'd 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 husband's 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 husband's 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 wife's 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 husband's 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 husband's 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 Wendy's 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 Wendy's 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. She'd lived a sheltered protected life. It hadn't prepared her for the sensual magnetism she experienced at the sperm donor's touch. The directness of Tom's gaze unsettled her; somehow it was all male...the primal urge to breed with his friend's 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. Wendy's husband helped un-zip her dress, then he clasped her in his arms. 
"I'm going to leave you alone now," he whispered. She nodded visibly relieved that he was going to leave the room, that he wasn't 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 she'd 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. 
Wendy's 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 she'd 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 isn't 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 Wendy's 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 friend's 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 Wendy's 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 husband's... 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 breath...he 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 friend's 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. Wendy's 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 man's 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 husband's bed and feeling the weight of the sperm donor's hips still pressing her to the mattress and feeling his imbedded penis, still long and firm. And she knew it wasn't over... a barrier had just been crossed, but there was to be more, much more... 
******** 
Eavesdropping on his wife, Wendy's 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 wife's 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. Wendy's 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 wife's 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 they'd 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. Wendy's 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 wife's gasps and squeals, he tried to imagine the scene taking place, his wife's 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 friend's 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 husband's 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 husband's 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 husband's gaze, her slender throat moved as she swallowed her shame. It mortified her to recall the way she'd finally responded to Tom's 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 wife's blue dress lay draped across their white bedspread Her discarded panties lay by her side. She saw her husband's 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 I'm so embarrassed." 
"Darling, it's 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 Wendy's 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 shouldn't talk about... well, the specific details..." 
He paused for a moment to study the complexity etched into his wife's 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 husband's 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 don't 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. Wendy's 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, fuc...k...ing, 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. 
"He's good at it, isn't 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 husband's 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, Wendy's 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, I'm exhausted... I need to rest," she murmured. 
"But you really did love it didn't 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 husband's 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:

