A Suprise
Capt Feg

I have made a terrible mistake. Richard, my husband, is one of three
partners in a small accountancy business. He and his partners spend
a weekend each quarter on an "Away Day", talking business and
developments away from the distractions of home and office. Being
unadventurous and risk-averse (typical accountants really), they
always have fixed weekends, go to the same hotel, and even use the
same rooms for each Away Day. I had accompanied him once or twice,
but found that they were all too engrossed in their work to notice
me. Having walked around the small town, and exhausted the hotel
facilities within the first day, there was nothing else to do. I
teased Richard about their accountants predictability and lack of
excitement, and stopped going along. 

Then we decided to have children. I got pretty broody and sexually
demanding. We tried repeatedly, without success. Eventually we both
underwent medical tests, and Richard was found to have a low sperm
count. 

About six months ago I calculated that I would be ovulating on the
Away Day weekend. I didn't mind him being away - even if he filled
me up to the ears with spunk, the chances of me falling pregnant
were small. However as the first day, a Saturday, progressed I
became increasingly broody, and felt more and more driven by the
need to breed. I decided that I would travel to the hotel and
suprise Richard.  

The hotel was a couple of hours away. I set off mid evening with the
plan of slipping into Richard's bed just before he went to bed (him
being a creature of habit, usually at 11.30 on the dot). Under my
everyday outer clothes I wore my "slutpack", as I thought of the
black lace peephole bra, crotchless panties, suspender belt and
stockings which Richard found irresistible. As I drove along I
fantasised idley about what would happen to me if I had a crash, and
the ambulance men found that I was wearing slut underwear as they
examined me for injury. By journey's end I was pretty hot at the
thought of all the life-giving injections the hunky medics would
have given me.    

At the hotel I recognised the Receptionist and she recognised me. We
exchanged pleasantries. She had just come on duty after a week's
holiday, so was feeling out of touch with the place. She noted the
other key was out and gave me the second key to "the usual room". 

I made my way there, let myself in and slipped out of my dress.
Wanting the suprise to be complete I threw the fuse to isolate the
room lights. Hopefully Richard would not see my body in his bed in
the dark. I slid straight between the sheets. 

I lay quietly in the pitch dark for some time, head under the duvet,
anticipating the pleasure to come. I could feel the stickiness of
ovulation and expectation between my legs. 

Looking at the luminous dial of my watch at 11.50, I wondered why
Richard was so late. Then a key turned in the door. I heard the door
close and the click of the light switch. Several more clicks
followed. A short period of several seconds then the rustle of
clothes being removed at the bed side. 

A cold draft as the cover was lifted and the bed sagged at the
weight. I heard a sigh as he stretched to fill the bed. A hand
brushed me and stopped dead. I sensed the electric shock of suprise.
Warily the hand felt again, touching my breast and discovering my
nipple poking through it's peephole. The lone hand then went
walking. It explored each breast in turn, nipping and tweaking my
nipples. It travelled my stomach, the reflex of contact making me
catch my breath. It traced the line of a suspender down to a
stocking top and luxuriated for a while on the different texture
from silky stocking to soft skin. The hand then traced it's way to
my groin. I undulated my cunt to meet his hand, opening my legs for
him.   

A finger slowly and carefully explored me before tunnelling into me.
Wow, Richard was on form tonight. He didn't usually pay this much
attention to his foreplay. 

The covers were disturbed. I felt him climb over me, I smelt his
penis. Then his tongue licked my clitoris. It was my turn to feel
electrified. Richard wasn't too keen on oral sex, and only
participated with reluctance. 

His arm snaked between our bodies and took hold of his penis and put
it's tip to my lips. I opened my mouth and it slid in. A spasm of
terrified panic gripped me. I felt winded. This penis was
circumcised. Richard was not circumcised. This was not Richard. My
immediate response was to writhe to try to escape the embrace. 

But my head was trapped between his legs and knees and the bed. My
legs were locked open by his head. I could not remove the penis from
my mouth, I could not escape the tongue on my clitoris. In addition,
my writhing was having the opposite effect to that which I wanted.
My unknown ravisher was getting the impression that I was heating
up, and redoubling his own efforts. This had precisely the same
effect on me. Blind panic was slowly being diluted by his tongue.
Over the next few minutes the urgency to escape was gradually
replaced with the rapidly increasing need for my clitoris to orgasm.  

This was matched by the penis, still in my mouth. gradually but
certainly the engorged head expanded. It moved a little in my mouth,
but I did not allow my tongue to touch it, lest it excite it and
ejaculate in me. I did not want to show any encouragement to it or
its owner. 

My orgasm exploded. Shock waves rippled through my body. The power
of it swamped my consciousness, and my mind lost all sense of time,
space and control for the several seconds of it's duration. 

When I regained my senses my ravisher had turned round on me. His
lips were on mine, with the strong tangy taste and smell of my cunt
on them. I could still not make out who my assailant was. I felt a
well-proportioned body pressing me to the bed, with large, lean
muscles which rippled against the softness of my breasts, belly and
inner thighs. I was enjoying the sensations, but terrified that my
naked body was open to him and fertile, ready to be seeded. I wanted
out, but was too scared to make a scene, in case his gentleness was
replaced by force. 

His weight on me, I felt his penis at the lips of my cunt.
Desperately I writhed from side to side in an effort to evade entry.
To no avail. His penis entered me, its warm, soft hardness driving
me wild with conflicting emotions. I was pinned to the bed and
fucked. His tongue in my mouth, his penis in my cunt. Helpless as he
moved in and out. Each thrust a reprieve from ejaculation, but each
brought it inevitabley a stroke closer. All my senses were alert. I
felt a slight change in his rhythm. He stiffened, his glans swelled,
and lunged down into me. At his deepest penetration he groaned. I
felt the first injection of his seed into me. 

Crying aloud for the first time, I attempted to claw myself up the
bed out of his reach, away from the danger of his spewing penis. But
he wrapped his hands over my shoulders and pulled me down even
deeper onto him. I counted each lunge, felt each injection of sperm
at the deepest part of my cunt. Even through my terror I felt both
the satisfaction of his satisfaction, and the deeper, primal
satisfaction of having been coupled and bred.  

Both exhausted, we lay entwined for some minutes. I felt spasmodic
twitches from the penis inside me as it ejected the last remnants of
it's sperm in me. Then wordlessly he climbed off and groped away
from the bed and into the bathroom. I heard a long noisy stream of
urine. Using the noise as cover I leapt from the bed, clasped my
coat and shoes and quietly but quickly exited the room, leaving my
dress behind, but relieved to be out of the room. 

Thankfully there was no-one in the corridor, I donned my coat and
shoes and raced for the safety of my car, then home. 

Richard arrived home later the next day. Due to some last minute
hitches with one of the partners, they had changed hotels. Richard
had tried to phone me to let me know, but I had not answered. I dare
not tell him of my plan and it's backfiring on me. 

I missed my period. A pregnancy test has confirmed that I am
pregnant. Richard found the test kit and asked why I had it.
confused, I blurted out that I was pregnant. He was over the moon,
phoning family and friends, and telling anyone who would listen that
we were going to have a baby. 

I telephoned the hotel, pretending to be a company rep, looking for
a client. On the night of my insemination the room had been occupied
by a Mr Odeku, an Ethiopian on a business trip. He reported that he
found the hotel and it's services exceptional. He had left a parcel
at reception, but he did not know who would collect it. I asked that
it be forwarded to a discrete female friend. Inside was my dress and
a piece of native gold jewellery. A short note thanked "room service
for the best night of [his] life". 
 
Richard is treating me like royalty. I am afraid that the baby will
not be white. But I have tried for so long for a baby that I cannot
face an abortion.    

I dare not tell Richard. I guess he is going to find out in the
delivery room. 
