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It all started out harmlessly enough. Ken and Suzie were over at our house
having dinner -- again! I never particularly liked these occasions. Ken was
resentful of his younger brother's success in business while he had remained
strictly blue collar and he tried to hide his envy by constantly making
off-color jokes and little references to their working class origins. My
husband Jack, on the other hand, just liked his older brother, no matter, and
paid no attention to the jibes. I, however, couldn't help but bristle. Ken was
aware of, and reciprocated, my dislike for him by making jokes at my expense.
Tonight he was on one of his favorite subjects.

"So, Jack-boy, when are you going to be puttin' a bun in the cute little oven of
that prissy little girl you married? I'll guarantee you, the lovin' gets a
whole lot better when a girl's got your baby in her, making her belly swell!
They just can't get enough of the cock that put a baby in 'em, idn't that right,
honey?" " he grinned and reached over to pat the prominent bulge in Suzie's
tummy. Suzie just giggled and snuggled closer to Ken. "Guess that's one reason
I'll be going for number four as soon as Suzie pops this one for me!"

Jack just laughed. "Katherine is up for junior partner this year, Ken. Not a
good time to be starting a family. Besides she's is not really the 'mommy
type.'"

I was grateful that Jack was sticking up for me, although I knew that part of
him DID wish I stayed home cooking, cleaning, and taking care of a houseful of
babies, as his mother had done for his father and his seven brothers and
sisters. I knew, too, he wished I'd meet him at the door each night eager for
him to fuck my brains out.

But I treated sex cautiously. If I let myself be too entheusiastic, the same
could happen to me as to MY mother. She had trained for years as an architect,
but could never say no to Dad when he had that gleam in his eye. I had seen the
arrival of one baby after another delay and ultimately derail her plans for a
career. I had inherited her wide hips and ample bosom and I was probably just
as fertile. I was afraid even one a drop of semen at the wrong time would knock
me up. I loved to fuck, as Mom must have, but worrying so much about getting
pregnant put a crimp in Jack's and my lovemaking. Not being able to take the
Pill was another inheritance from Mom.

In fact, the more success I had as a lawyer, the more cautious I became. Even
with rubbers, I seldom let Jack fuck me within a week of my "danger zone."
Subtracting out my menses (Jack's problem not mine <sigh>) and the uncertainties
of a rather irregular period, there weren't many nights I could relax and just
get fucked. Nor -- knowing how easily I get turned on -- could I risk giving
Jack head or letting him eat me in between times.

Of course, I didn't want to be a tease; I tried to keep Jack from getting too
wound up when I wasn't going to be able to satisfy him. I started dressing more
conservatively, seldom showing off my long legs and nice boobs in the frilly
blouses, miniskirts, and strappy heels he loves. Fearing my own romantic
reactions, I steered us away from candlelight dinners, wild parties, and going
out dancing. I avoided wearing the sexy lingerie and sleepwear that Jack gave
me for our anniversary and Valentine's Day and I had to be pretty careful about
snuggling up close at night; it would have been too cruel. In a word, I steered
clear of all those things that the women's magazines advise for putting the
"spark" back in your marriage. I didn't want any sparks starting a fire I could
not control.

Ken roared in laughter at Jack's comment. "Katie not the 'mommy type?' ANY
woman is the 'mommy type' Jack-boy, once she's getin' fucked properly." Jack
rolled his eyes; at least he got that insult. "Maybe you're not be doin' a good
enough job on Miss Society Girl. I'd say ole Katie'd be a regular baby factory
once you go her going. Look at those hips! Plenty of room in there for twins or
even triplets. And those hooters, man, that girl could produce enough milk for
quadruplets. How about it, Sis?" He leered at me, knowing how I hated for him
to call me "Sis" or "Katie." "Doesn't my caveman brother throw you down and fuck
you 'til you don't know or care whether he's knockin' you up or not?"

"Now look here, Ken," Jack said; "that's out of line."

"Sorry. Just my honest opinion."

I was fuming, meanwhile, feeling my hatred for Ken burning in my chest. I was
actually glad Jack was mad, too, but -- unfortunately -- he calmed down later
when Ken apologized and promised to come around -- while Jack was gone on a
business trip -- and help me clean up the garage. I tried to wave off that
suggestion -- furtively raising my hands in an "X" behind Ken's back -- but Jack
didn't seem to notice.

When Ken and Suzie finally left that night, I helped Jack pack and the next
morning I kissed him good bye for two weeks. Knowing we might miss the next
"safe" window I decided to risk getting a couple of condoms ready, hoping to get
a nice "good-bye" fuck that morning, but Jack was in a hurry and left me feeling
pretty horny. Of course, I knew that wasn't the only reason; I was always horny
in the middle of my cycle.

//Damn that Ken,// I thought, remembering what he'd said about me; //I feel so
fucking horny...!// It annoyed me that Ken had my number; Mother Nature had
given me a body made for making babies and a libido to make sure I had lots of
opportunities. I got out the vibrator once I was alone, but it just made me
hornier; I felt like I had an itch I couldn't scratch. Obviously, Mother Nature
didn't agree with my brain's decision to wait about making babies.

Later that day, Ken came over. He was actually well behaved at first.
Together, we cleaned out the garage, and he carried a lot of our junk up to the
attic. It was kind of weird; although I didn't really like Ken, I wore a tight
T-shirt, shorts, and strappy white high-heeled sandals -- exactly the kind of
thing I never wore for Jack. I don't think I was actively trying to be a tease
-- it was probably just my cycle, making me a little crazy -- but I sure got
Ken's attention. Several times, I caught him glancing at my breasts, and nice
long legs.

"How about a drink?" Ken suggested around lunchtime "I brought some sherry."

"Hmm. I like sherry," I admitted; "how old is it?"

"Ten years."

"Must be expensive."

"Aren't you worth it," Ken grinned, feigning to put the bottle back in its bag.

"I'm worth it," I said -- with a whine that actually surprised me. Wound up
tight as I was, I enjoyed a nice sherry or cognac now and then. Obviously, it
was something Jack had let slip.

"I guess we'll see," Ken said, taking the bottle out again. While Ken poured
some glasses, I put out some chips and sandwiches, and both of us sat down on
opposite sides of the bar in the middle of the kitchen. We were talking about
nothing at all, but I got a tingle seeing him glancing at my chest as we ate.
The fortified wine went right to my head; I actually felt pretty good, knowing I
was turning him on. The sherry must have been older, than he said -- probably
as old as I was -- perfectly blended with aromatic gushes of fruitiness. I
drank two or was it four glasses, and felt the numb happiness of intoxication
slowly come over me. I no longer knew what Ken was talking about. Down between
my thighs, I could feel my pussy getting wet.

"You okay, Sis?" Ken asked.

I tried to concentrate -- but I just ended up laughing when I tried to keep a
straight face. I twisted my feet in my sandals -- the high heels hooked over
the rungs of my barstool -- and felt completely silly. "Tha's...good sherry," I
admitted, drunkenly, "but...it mus' be more 'n than ten years old."

"Yes; it cost me more than you probably make in an hour."

"Tha's...a lot."

"Yes, I'm sure it is, but then as you said, you are 'worth it!'" Ken said
ominously, suddenly standing up and walking around the bar. Although I hadn't
realized it, he hadn't been drinking nearly as much as I.

"I can't stand up," I said, trying to lift my heels over the rung of the
barstool. Ken just smiled, kneeling down to unbuckle my sandals. Coming loose
from my feet, they hit the floor -- 'clunk...clunk'. Then Ken stood to face me,
reaching right out to cup and squeeze my boobs.

"Boy that stuff works fast."

"Wha' are you talking 'bout," I asked sluggishly.

"Just the drug I put in your drink, Sis," he grinned. "They said it might take
another half hour to hit you," he replied pulling me closer and nuzzling my
neck.

"Drug?" I asked stupidly.

"Yes, just a little something to loosen up my in-control sister-in-law to make
you one sleepy, horny little girl," he replied taking firmer control of the
breast he was molesting.

"What do you think you're doing...?" I asked.

"I think I'm going to fuck my horny little sister-in-law," he said, leaning in
close to nuzzle my neck.

"No, no!" I tried to protest, but Ken just laughed.

"If you're not horny, Katie, why are your big boobs so hard?" I hadn't even
realized when he put his hands inside my blouse. "Do you always get turned on
so easily?" he taunted.

"No, it's just that ..." I gasped as he continued his attack. I wanted to stop
him -- to scream, and cry out "No!" -- but my arms were lead-heavy, and offered
no resistance. Shocked, inside my own skull, I watched him reach around to
unfasten my D-cup bra, then felt my breasts fall loose and heavy on my chest.

"Those are some nice tits," Ken said, cupping them both in his hands, "made for
sucking," He bent down and took my breast into his mouth.

"What...? No...!" A thrill shot through me.

"Do you want me to stop?" Ken asked, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs; "If you
want me to stop, why are your nipples so hard?" By then, I was pretty well
creaming my shorts; I was horny as hell, and desperate to get fucked. //But, no
-- !// I thought; //not with HIM...!//

"Why do you keep fighting it, Katie?" Ken said. "You must be really horny to
let your own brother-in-law feel you up like this. It does feel good, though,
doesn't it, Sis?"

"Oh, yes...!" I gasped, grabbing his arms.

"I thought so. But maybe we should really make sure."

"Make sure?"

"Yeah, Katie baby! Let's see how wet you are," Ken just grinned. Reaching down
he grabbed my shorts and started to slide them slowly off my hips. Despite
myself, I helped him -- lifting my butt off the barstool. But he didn't stop
with my shorts; as those fell down around my ankles, he slid off my panties as
well, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable before him. "Oh, you're a wet
little thing," Ken said, rubbing my pussy with his fingers, then slipping his
middle finger into my hole. "You're all gooey inside, like a pussy that needs a
prick." I gasped with pleasure, looking helplessly into his eyes. "Fuckin' A,
girl -- you're leaking like a sieve! I guess ole Jackie-boy didn't give you any
cock this morning, did he? This poor pussy must need some help, eh?"

"Uuu No!" I was trying to fight the feelings, but Ken's hand on my nipple and
the other in my pussy was driving me crazy.

"If he knew what a hot little piece of ass you are, he'd have you knocked up
higher than a kite!"

"Please, please stop! Why are you doing this to me?" I cried.

"Well, it might be that I'm a nice guy who knows you're a horny little slut who
isn't getting the hard dirty sex you need from my respectful little brother."
His fingers in my cunt had me on the verge of orgasm. I could hardly think. "I
mean, that's what you are, right Katie? A slut? Would a cool career woman and
proper wife be just about to come on a thick finger in her hot fuck hole?"

"Noooo!" I moaned, needing him to push me just a little further.

"Would a nice society girl beg someone besides her husband to make her come with
his hand?"

"Noooooooo" I moaned longer and louder.

I tried to focus -- to think of something that would scare him off. "Don't do
this, Ken," I said -- even as he rubbed my creaming pussy, "I could swear out a
complaint against you so fast, it would make your head spin..."

"Oh, the feisty lawyer!"

"I'm-(unph!) -- not kidding! This is battery... Ah!" His hand hadn't left my
pussy as I spoke

"So you want me to stop?" Ken asked, slowing his caress of my clit. "You don't
want this, don't need this?" Suddenly his finger was still. I felt my heart
racing, and blood draining from my face; he had me, and he knew it.

"Oh...please...!"

"You know you're a slut, Katie. Beg me for it!"

I was crazy with lust; I would have said anything, just to keep him going. "Oh
God, Ken...please, please ...!"

"'Please' what, Katie?"

"Please let me come!" I begged. "I didn't mean it -- I won't tell anyone...!"

"I know you won't! Now, show me what a slut you are. Do it!" he barked. "You
see, I'm not a 'nice guy!'! I am sick of you looking down your nose at me and my
hot wife 'cause she is a stay-at-home mommy for our two and a half kids while
you think you're too good to give my wimpy ass brother even one baby. So, if
you want to come as bad as I think you do, that's gonna change."

Then -- to my utter surprise -- he scooped me up off the barstool, and lifted me
into his arms. I was terrified but aroused- he was obviously bent on some kind
of payback -- and I was still too high from the drugged liquor to resist
whatever he might have planned.

Carrying me up to my bed, he settled me on top of the bedspread, then leaned
over me to handcuff my wrists to the bedposts. I was quaking. Ken left me for
a moment to strip off his clothes -- but worry gave way to embarrassment when I
noticed a video camera, already set up and running on its tripod. Triumphantly,
Ken returned to the bed, hovering over my naked body. "Before I finish, you
little slut," he said, "you're going to beg me to make a baby in you. I'm going
to make a tape of this afternoon, and an edited version will make sure you keep
as many babies as I put in your belly." Incomprehension must have passed over my
face. "Yes, 'as many;'" he grinned. "What I put in your drink was a fertility
drug. Getting cool little lawyers hot is just a pleasant side effect."

Finishing removing my blouse he said, "Let's see those tits you always are
hiding form Jack."

"No...!" I cried, twisting against my restraint. My brain, meanwhile, was only
just grasping the magnitude of his plan. //My God,// I thought, //he's going to
knock me up, then blackmail me into keeping his baby!// "Oh God, Ken," I
screamed, "please don't make me do this! I'll suck you off -- I'll make it good
-- I'll make you come!"

"Indeed you will, Sis, in due time. Now just shut up," Ken said, pushing my
knees apart. Practically feeling the bulls-eye on my womb, I watched him bend
over me again, then start to kiss my tits and belly. I went wild, well aware
that my cunt was drooling with hunger. He rubbed my pussy again, then lowered
his head between my legs to suck and lap at my juice-slathered hole. I'd never
allowed Jack to eat me, rightly fearing the loss of control, but now I had no
choice. "Ah, fuck!" I cried, helplessly feeling his tongue take me over the
edge to a climax. Like a raging fire, pleasure swept through my pelvis and
abdomen, and I tried to thrust my hips against his face, even as he ate me to
orgasm after orgasm. Finally -- thankfully -- he let me rest.

With his face wet with my cum, he looked up at me triumphantly. "Wound up
enough, little girl?" he taunted. "I think I can lose the handcuffs ... you're
not going anywhere." A moment later, he unfastened the cuffs, then returned to
my pussy. I was startled -- I didn't think he'd go at it again. Involuntarily
I wrapped my legs around his head, clawing at his hair with my fingers. "Oh,
fuck! Oh fuck!" I screemed; "you're making me come...!" My climax was all the
harder knowing a camera was watching us -- watching a young lawyer being reduced
to a rutting woman getting just what she had denied so long she needed. I
wailed as his tongue stabbed into my overheated pussy, and nearly passed out
from one long continuous orgasm.

While I was still recovering from my fourth (?) orgasm, Ken slid around so his
hips were over my head, and I soon found his cock in my mouth. It was nice -- a
seven-inch baby-maker, bigger than Jack's, and oozing pre-cum. I could feel its
warmth when I started to suck it, something I hadn't done for a man since Jack
and I were dating. Feeling my lips and tongue on his shaft, Ken humped his hips
to fuck my mouth. I wondered if I could sate him or make him incapable of
knocking me up. I hoped so and gave him all I had, bobbing my head up and down
beneath his dangling shaft, and trying to pull all the dangerous sperm from his
heavy-hanging nut-sack. He gave me as good as he got in the meantime -- licking
and sucking at my puss -- but soon I could tell he was going to come. "Oh,
fuck," he said, stiffening; "swallow it, bitch -- if you don't want Hubby to
find out."

Suddenly, I felt him start to come -- squirting across my tongue -- and I winced
as I tried to keep sucking him. I really did feel like a slut now -- rivers of
spunk poured into my mouth, creamy-thick and bitter -- and I finally had to take
his cock out of my mouth so I could swallow his load. It felt slimy, sliding
down my throat, but I swallowed every drop, holding his still-oozing cock off to
one side. "Not bad, for an amateur cocksucker" Ken commented cruelly, looking
down at me. "Once we've got that little tummy of yours nice and round, we'll
have to make this a regular thing." Spent -- for the moment -- he went back to
sucking my pussy. My hopes rose, but his mouth on my sex was so arousing I
hardly realized I was playing with his cock, making him hard again.

Yet another orgasm flooded over me and when I opened my eyes Ken had turned
around to lie down beside me. "Like this," he said and pulled me over on top of
him. "So there'll be no doubt you wanted me to make you a mommy," he laughed,
helping to lift me up on my knees. I was still giddy from the drugged sherry
and my orgasms, but I managed to guide his cock-head into the mouth of my pussy
before I sank down on top of him, letting the shaft sink suddenly deep inside
me. "Oh, you're so big, so hard!" I whimpered, starting to hump him.

"And you're tight," Ken replied; "you really don't fuck often enough, Sis." I
blushed, embarrassed. My big boobs were bouncing on my chest now, but I still
felt numb and drunkenly stupid -- a poor slut aching for cock.

"Ugg!" I gasped, feeling him push in especially deep; "I felt that!"

"That's your womb," Ken said, pushing his helmet up against my cervix, and
playing with my clitoris. "It wants a baby." I felt dizzy; I didn't want a
baby, but I wanted that that cock -- it felt heavenly! I leaned forward
slightly, and let him start to suck on my tits. "And my baby's gonna love
these, too."

"Oh, Ken," I said, grinding my cunt into his crotch; "you're making me come...!"

"Yeah, bitch -- being a mommy will calm your lawyer ass down. Now beg for it --
beg for me to make you a mommy."

"Oh, God," I moaned, "Ken, you can do it, squirt your sperm in me!"

"I don't know," Ken said, teasingly stopping his own thrusting; "show me you
want it."

"Oh, you bastard," I cried, feeling tears rolling down my face. "I've got to
have it! I'm coming...! Can't you feel it? Oh, fuck...!!!" He couldn't help but
feel it; my pussy going into spasms -- clutching and sucking at his cock.
Arching my back, I pushed down hard against him, feeling his thickness pulsing
inside me. Afterward, I still ground my hips against his, but I looked away
shyly. I felt ashamed, having come for him like that.

"Good girl," he said, grabbing my hips; "now here's your BABY!" He groaned --
tensing every muscle in his body -- and suddenly I felt a rush of wetness
between my thighs. I could feel his penis throbbing inside me, and suddenly I
came again, realizing I was actually letting him fill me with sperm -- pulsing
jets of warm, thick, baby-making seed -- directly into my belly. He came pretty
hard himself -- I felt the overflow spilling down my thighs -- and I murmured
with pleasure, knowing my fertile womb was soaked with sperm. Leaning forward,
I kissed him. But even as I sat there impaled on his weapon, I cried, too,
knowing of the terrible thing he had done to me, the terrible, wonderful thing I
had let him do.

It had been good -- maybe the best fuck I'd ever had -- but now guilt washed
over me as we broke our kiss, and I lay my head against his chest. //Poor
Jack,// I thought, slipping into unconsciousness, //poor Jack...!//

When I woke up later, I felt Jack on me, inside me, pumping me hard and deep.
It was wonderful! How could I have denied this to him, and to myself, for so
long? But then -- my head began to clear -- I realized it wasn't Jack, but Ken,
who was fucking me, rock-hard and up to his balls inside me again. Already on
the edge of a climax, I was too far gone to resist him. I simply looked up --
stunned at my own helplessness -- and watched him use me for his grinding,
humping pleasure. His balls were slapping my ass -- his testicles swollen with
sperm, eager to soak my womb and fertilize my eggs -- and I came despite myself,
wrapping my legs around his back.

He seemed to like that; thrusting especially hard, he ground his cock into my
cunt until his own climax broke, then pressed in deep to squirt his sperm again
directly into my clutching, wet, unprotected pussy.

Afterward, I lay there lazily in bed with Ken's come oozing out of my pussy as
my brother-in-law dressed and folded up his camera. When he bent down to kiss
me goodbye, I accepted it, but I felt incredible shame, too.

Three weeks later my period hadn't come and I realized I was pregnant. Jack was
a little confused about the calendar manipulation I used to persuade him that,
"accidentally," he was going to be a father, but he was too overjoyed to think
critically. Unfortunately, he was only going to be a daddy -- I knew Ken was
the father.

*****

I wish I could say that letting Ken fuck me was a one-
time thing, but it wasn't. The day I called him to tell him the news, I didn't
need to be high or drugged to want him again. As he had said, I couldn't get
enough of that king-sized cock that had made me pregnant. I found myself
dressing like a slut to turn him on. Once, I went over to his house wearing my
strappy sandals, a short skirt -- and no panties. When he saw how hot I was, he
took the first opportunity to bend me over the back of his couch and slam-fuck
my tight little pussy (while Suzie was downstairs doing the laundry).

Ken was unemployed during the early part of my pregnancy, so he had plenty of
time to screw me almost every day, often more than once. At my second
appointment with my gynecologist, I learned I was carrying twins. Ken was
overjoyed the fertility drug had been so effective. I was stunned but that
didn't keep me from letting him screw me silly that very day. Usually Ken would
come to the house soon after Jack left early for work, and he'd send me to my
law office with a pussy full of spunk, even when I started wearing the mini
maternity dresses that Ken liked and that made the other women in the office so
jealous. Once we even fucked in the courthouse, during a recess in a
misdemeanor libel trial. For a pregnant defense attorney (four months along, I
looked more like six months), I dressed pretty raunchy -- with a short dress,
high-heeled sandals and white stockings. But it was actually a pretty good
choice; the male jurors couldn't help but stare at my legs. Ken, watching from
the back of the courtroom, made hand signals. I couldn't wait for the judge to
bang a recess so we could slip into an unused office and he could bang my tight,
pregnant pussy. It was certainly exciting to feel his wetness trickle out of my
pussy and down my leg as I made the closing argument. I wonder if the jury
noticed?

The prospect of Ken's cock inside me, made me do things for him I'd never do for
Jack. He showed me a dozen positions I'd never imagined, and I giggled as he
got me out of all those sexy things I'd never wore for Jack. I came to love
swallowing his come, and I let him eat me for hours on end. Sometimes he caught
our fucking on camera and we watched the tapes together -- giggling at our
antics -- before fucking all over again.

With Jack, on the other hand, I felt no desire; maybe it was guilt, or maybe Ken
was just fulfilling all my sexual needs. Fortunately, Jack seemed very
understanding of his pregnant wife's quirks, and soon stopped pestering me for
sex.

******

Almost 9 months later -- with my belly swollen huge and round with the twins --
I was on top of the world. My dangerous, embarrassing affair with Ken had ended
when he got a construction job out of town. First in desperation -- then with
real feeling -- I'd started letting, then demanding, that Jack fuck me two or
three times daily. He was surprised, but pleased with his newly horny wife, and
I was enjoying sex with Jack as never before, practicing with him all the things
I'd learned with Ken. With my babies due in a week, and a junior partnership
waiting for me once I went back to work, I would have the best of both worlds --
motherhood and a career.

Some of my friends from work (plus Jack, Ken and Suzie) gave me a baby shower at
our home. Ken and Suzie stayed behind after the other guests left, and Ken was
clearly pleased with both of us sporting big bellies that he was responsible
for. Although Suzie was now pregnant with number four, I was amazed myself at
how much bigger I looked than she. Even seven months along, she was almost trim
beside my ponderous bulk. "Looks like you two have a lot in common," Ken said,
playfully rubbing my belly. The babies reacted by kicking -- perhaps sensing
their father's presence.

"So," Ken said to Jack, "You must be happy with Katie going to be a mommy of
twins. That going to keep her at home long enough for you to start her on the
next one?"

Jack sighed. "I tried to talk her into it; the way my business is going, she
doesn't have to work. But ... looks like we're out of the baby business for a
while, she's hiring a nanny, and plans to stay with the law firm."

"Well," Ken said, "Maybe she'll change her mind, once the baby's born.
Motherhood does things to women," he added, ominously.

A week later, I went into labor suddenly, and my water broke while Jack was
driving me to the hospital; by the time we got there, I had already pushed out
two beautiful daughters -- Jacqueline (6 lb., 8 oz) and Jocelyn (6 lb., 10 oz).
The nurses and my doctor were amazed how easy the delivery had been. I supposed
it was because of the frequent, hard orgasms I had from Jack fucking me the last
few weeks, but I just smiled and said I guessed I took after my mother.

Several weeks after that, I was home puttering around the nursery, preparing to
go back to work, when Ken, who had been out of town again, showed up at the
house. He picked Jocelyn right up out of the crib she was sharing with
Jacqueline, and handed her to me. "Okay, Miss High and Mighty, you listen to
me; get your cow tits out and start feeding my baby like a real mommy!"

I was shocked; I didn't know what had brought this on. "Now look ..." I
stammered, "the babies are on formula."

Ken, sensing my confusion, bore on. "These are MY babies and they deserve real
tit milk! I've had enough of this 'career-woman' shit from you, Katie. If you
don't want Jack to find out what an adulterous slut you are, you're going to
leave your job and be a stay-at-home mommy! And I want to hear you're going to
give him the hot sex a man needs, too."

Suddenly, I was trembling with fear -- especially considering how intimate we'd
been. Hadn't he done enough to me? "No, Ken," I said, summoning my courage;
"Your dirty game is over. If you want to tell Jack, do it. And ... maybe it
wouldn't hurt to tell Suzie, too."

Suddenly, I heard a laugh in the hallway. "Stuck-up bitch!" Suzie said, coming
into view; "Whose idea do you think it was to knocking you up with these babies
to knock you off your high horse in the first place?"

Again, Ken pushed my daughter toward me, and whispered in my ear. "Come on,
Mommy, do it; you've got the tits for it."

"Yeah," said Suzie, "get some practice. I'm busy with three already, so you can
help me out with this one." She smiled as she rubbed her eight-months-pregnant
belly. "It's only fair."

"Fair?" I asked, shaking my head with confusion.

"Sweetheart," Suzie said with a cold smile, "Maybe you were too busy letting my
husband fuck your little brains out to remember, but right after Ken got you
pregnant you weren't taking very good care of your husband. Seeing your
protruding tummy every day, poor Jack was even hornier than you usually left
him! One day, he 'accidentally' saw me with my blouse open breastfeeding little
Jennifer. Of course I had 'forgotten' to wear panties and only had on a little
smock, so he might have seen some hot wet pussy, too," she smirked. "Before he
knew it, I had him nursing from my other tit. Then I let him suck my pussy
until he was drunk on my cum, put his neglected prick in my well used cunt, and
fucked him like you hadn't fucked him in years!"

I was stunned -- which Suzie seemed to appreciate. "See, I don't think it's
right for a husband to go without when there's a fine piece of tail right there
in front of him. I gave him what he needed, let him empty his balls in me every
morning -- while Ken was over at your place, fucking his mommy-slut silly!" She
paused to look lovingly at her swollen belly. "Of course *I* don't make a man
use a condom, so that's why this one is probably Jack's."

"You...bitch!" I spat.

"No, darling, I'm not a bitch. I'm just a normal, sexy young mommy -- like
you're going to be from now on."

"The hell I will!"

"Suzie's right," Jack said, suddenly walking in as well, "Things have changed
and I think you will make a wonderful mommy."

"Jack...? What the hell...?"

Jack looked smug -- an odd look for him. But it was Ken who explained the
situation.

"You can't really blame Jack," he said. "After Suzie seduced him, we arranged
it so I would 'catch' him fucking her. That was our opening for showing him the
tapes. Honestly, he couldn't believe his luck when he saw what a slut you
were..." I blushed red with embarrassment. "... but I told him to play it
cool, and he could have a horny little stay-at-home mommy just like I do."

"This is ridiculous," I said, looking at the trio in disbelief; "Do you have any
idea how many laws you people have broken?"

"I don't care, Miss EX lawyer," Jack leered. "But do I know how many people you
might not want seeing those tapes -- your old friends, your boss, your family.
Believe me, honey not one of them looks like rape!"

I looked from one to the other of their faces, seeking escape, but there was
none. My career-girl world was collapsing. Reeling, I dropped into the nearest
chair in resignation, my milk-heavy boobs seeming even heavier with the weight
of my surrender. Ever-determined, Ken stayed close to me to lift my top, and
lowered Jocelyn into my lap to place her little lips on my left tit. Then a
smiling Jack handed me Jacqueline as well, and I felt a second hungry little
mouth clamp onto my other nipple. I wanted to feel mad -- to lash out for what
they had done to me, but somehow, looking down at my two little babies drinking
happily from my breasts, my anger dissolved. Nursing them both, I started
rocking and cooing as abundant, fat-rich milk squirted from my boobs, and the
girls drank it down contentedly.

"It looks like it's working! Jack exclaimed, looking at Ken.

"Didn't I tell you?" Ken said; "You can count on your big brother!"

*****

It's been a few months now, and Suzie and I are nursing three newborns; she had
a hungry boy. The constant stimulation of three sucking mouths on our breasts
keep us quite horny and ready for Ken and Jack to fuck us all the time. Since
two guys can only do so much (and they do have to work, sometime <g>), Suzie and
I also like to get together for girl/girl fun. Sometimes we have foursomes with
our men -- when Suzie's older kids are asleep. We keep the babies around for
inspiration. Of course our horny husbands never use condoms, so with all the
sperm they've pumped into our tummies, we'll probably BOTH have twins next time!

Sometimes I still think about my old life and plans, but I know that life is
gone forever. I love playing with and nursing my little girls and could never
give up the hard, frequent sex I'm getting now. The other day, Jack told us he
and Ken intend to keep Suzie and me pregnant, horny mommies for years to come.

We giggled and nodded in agreement.

The End

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Principles (MF, humor, preg)
Homer Vargas
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My Josh is a man of strong principles. That's what first attracted me to him.
Well, OK, that and his six-five frame, broad muscled shoulders, tight butt,
gray-blue eyes and a respectable bulge between his legs. He was just the
yummiest strong-principled man I had ever seen.

I met Josh at an ecological protest rally. I had ducked out from work at the
diner where I waitressed to go down to the Washington Monument that afternoon.
Seeing those poor little baby seals on television being killed right in front of
their mothers just broke my heart. I mean, how could anybody be so cruel? Josh
was opposed to the seal slaughter, too, but he was at the protest for lots of
other reasons having to do with the corrupt capitalist system, the rapacious
(what words he knew!) corporate establishment, etc.

I just nodded and gazed into his eyes in the little coffee shop after the rally.
Josh talked passionately to me about pollution, resource degradation (another
one!) and why married couples should not have children. Huh? He explained that
a baby born in a rich country would use up an immense quantity of resources in a
lifetime. That's why we had to stop the world's population explosion.

Ah, population explosion! Now there was a subject that engaged my attention. I
had always known I wanted a big family. One look at Josh and I knew I'd never
find a better set of genes. I began planning for Josh to help me start a little
population explosion of my own.

Besides being yummy, as I have said, Josh also turned out to be brilliant (I'll
bet you could already tell.) and, when I got him a little drunk, quite funny.
Best of all --JACKPOT!-- Josh was a totally normal healthy male that I could
turn on like pushing a button. It's no particular credit to me; any girl with
38D's and a 25 inch waist could have done the same, but I got him first.

Josh was a little apprehensive on our second date when I coyly suggested he
could come up to my apartment for a little while. He might not have done it
except during the movie, when I picked up his hand and put it inside my blouse,
he felt a nice hard set of tits and no brassiere. Playing with my nipples had
him almost as horny as it had me. Two minutes after we left the cinema, he
couldn't remember the name of that movie.

It probably wasn't necessary, but I didn't take any chances. Just before coming
back from the kitchen with a cold beer for Josh, I ran my hand into my
(surprise!) dripping pussy and painted the glass rim with my secretions.
Nothing like the smell of a horny twat to get a guy's engine in gear. I had
prepared for this evening by wearing a short but not too tight skirt, a frilly
blouse with no bra and no panties. Of course, I didn't expect a really nice boy
like Josh would have his hands up between my legs in the movie, but then I
didn't intend for him to be really nice boy very much longer.

You don't need a blow by blow, do you? He drank and sniffed. I snuggled. He
felt -- really well. My blouse came off and my titties got kissed. His pants
came down and his prick got fondled. He diddled. I came. I spent the night
fucking his brains out. When I felt him get hard again after coming in me a
third time, I knew this was the man for me.

He was happy but embarrassed the next morning to realize what he'd "made me" do.
(To this day the lovable hunk thinks he seduced *me*!) I was "in love;" I really
was. It took me about another month of fucking Josh's eyeballs out, oops, that
is "letting him go all the way with me" for him to realize he was in love with
me, too.

The positive pregnancy test helped a lot.

Josh was upset. Not that he didn't want to marry me by then or that he didn't
think he could support me. (He knew from the start I wasn't the career-girl
type.) No, he was upset because in principle he was against couples having
children. For nine months I heard anguished laments about CO2 buildup and
species extinction and resource depletion, (I was learning the lingo), but there
was never any thought of abortion. We agreed on that 100%.

I was about seven months pregnant before we could get the wedding organized.
All of the groomsmen were Josh's friends, nice serious young men like him, so
there was none of the ribaldry you might expect at wedding where the bride's
belly arrived at the alter before she did. Of course all the bridesmaids were
my friends and so several groomsmen lost their virginity after (one during) the
wedding reception. In the following months Josh and I started getting
invitations to weddings and baby showers, not always in that order.

Not surprisingly, Josh fell in love with our little Courtney the minute he
picked her up out of my arms and for a while the environment didn't come up in
our conversations very often. Josh was so sweet about washing Courtney's
diapers, since he insisted on cloth, not disposable. Soon, however Josh found
his principles challenged when his wife was no longer too sore to start
demanding nightly reamings again. I told him not to worry, I was breast feeding
Courtney, but Josh didn't trust Mother Nature to keep me from getting pregnant
again. He thought I should go on the pill.

I promised him I would go see my gynecologist, but dallied long enough that when
I finally did, she just sent me straight home, saying, "Next time come see me
before you start screwing him again."

This time Josh was really upset. Not only had he violated his principles again,
but with a second child we would have to move to a bigger apartment -- more
green space consumed in urban sprawl, energy used for hot water, more heating
and cooling. My second pregnancy was an ecological disaster in the making.

You can bet that Josh was more careful after Rachel was born. This time he
refused to put it in me until I was safely on the pill. I put it off a long as
I could hoping he would get tired of just eating me and getting blow jobs (fat
chance!), but eventually I went back to see Janet. (I knew I would become best
friends with this woman.) She duly prescribed the pills, but, after I made her
understand exactly what I wanted, she grinned and explained all the possible
side effects.

Would you believe it? I suffered from almost every one. Sweetie that he is,
Josh suffered along with me from the cramps, the headaches, the hot flashes, and
the nausea until he agreed that I just couldn't keep taking the pill. (I had
never started.) With some fanfare I flushed the offending chemicals down the
toilet.

Josh was very sympathetic, and said by the time I was fertile again in a couple
of weeks, we would think of something. As he held me and comforted me, I felt
the most delicious erection, so I knew what he was thinking. I needed a lot of
comforting that night, about four times, I recall. I felt much better the next
day.

I reckon Steve must have been conceived during that night of intensive
comforting. I was shocked, shocked, to discover that a woman's fertility
returns so quickly after going off the pill. Josh was incredulous, but Janet
explained everything to him clinically.

When I came home from the hospital this time, Josh was adamant about protection
and sent me to get a diaphragm. It was a couple of weeks of no-penetration sex
(bo-ring!) before Janet could fit me with the rubber baby barrier. There was a
mischievous twinkle in her eye as she admonished me, "Now don't let your
lovemaking get too vigorous. If he bangs you too hard, this thing can become
dislodged. Then, instead of keeping the sperm out, it keeps it in."

Good advice, but impossible to follow. I had been without real sex for so long
that I just went wild. When I was on top, I bounced up and down on Josh's thick
prong like a kid on a trampoline. When he was on top I cried out for him to
pound my pussy harder. He is a good pounder, and he did promise to love and
obey at the altar. Josh had several months of guilt-free sex until the
inevitable happened. I had Josh going at me really good one night when I felt
the damned thing slip out of the way. One of Josh's sperm wasted no time in
finding one of my eager eggs and we were on out way to having Beth.

By now Josh realized that he could no longer afford to work for "Save the
Planet" and had to get a "real" job. Fortunately, he found a pretty well-paying
position with the EPA. (He was such a brilliant attorney, he had his pick of
jobs.) We bought a three bedroom house out in Oakton, a suburb of Washington,
DC. That really violated his principles, and he hated having to drive to work
in an automobile instead of taking public transport. But at least he cut the
grass with a rechargeable electric rather than a gasoline mower.

Naturally, Josh no longer trusted diaphragms so he resolved always to use a
condom. I laid in a large supply that I purchased at the Costco Hyper Mart.
Believe me, I got an envious look from the checkout girl when she saw twenty
boxes of twelve. Then her eyes got big and she silently nodded when she noticed
Courtney pushing Beth in her stroller with Rachel and Stevie tagging along.

You've heard the expression, "you get what you pay for?" Well, I got a great
bargain buying the condoms in bulk, but they were not of the highest quality. I
noticed that after Josh had been going at me for fifteen or twenty minutes, the
condom got a little loose around the base of his cock. Especially when I was on
top -- we both like that position -- and I was holding on to Josh's prick to
keep it properly aimed, it seemed there was a danger my hand could easily pull
it off by accident. Wouldn't you know, the very next time I was middle of my
cycle that's exactly what happened! We didn't discover until the next morning
that Josh had been going bareback all night long.

Josh is a really smart man (Didn't I already say that?) and he figured out the
problem with the cheap condoms. Although we'd only been using them about a
month, he said just throw away the remaining hundred or so. I guess he couldn't
figure out how to recycle them. While my belly was getting big with Roy, Josh
had time to find a little place in Vermont that supplied custom made condoms
guaranteed not to slip off. I really enjoyed helping Josh get his penis hard to
make the plaster cast that was required for a nice snug fit.

What a difference quality makes! When we started fucking again a few days after
I came home with Roy, I could tell there was no way these hi-tech jobs were
coming off. I showed Josh just how glad I was that he could fuck me as often as
he wanted without worrying about his principles. There was only one problem.
For some reason these new condoms seemed to have too much friction. I decided
they required a little external lubricant. Of course, I used what we have the
most of in our house -- baby oil.

Now don't laugh. You may think that everybody knows what baby oil does to
latex, but Josh didn't. Besides, I had his cock in my mouth at the time, and I
don't think he was paying a lot of attention to what I was slathering between my
legs. The next morning we found the expensive condom in tatters, and that's the
story of how little Ruth came into this world. Josh just shook his head in
consternation as to why these accidents always seem to happen a few days around
the time I've ovulated.

Well, now Josh gave up on condoms, too, and he said we would just have to use
the rhythm method. He signed us up for a course that explained how to count the
days, take my temperature every morning (I loved the way Josh did that!), and
examine my vaginal discharge for the telltale signs of ovulation. I figured out
that the best way for Josh to examine me was with his tongue. I could usually
come about three times during each morning examination!

The method really worked for several months, although it was hard on both of us
to go for over a week sometimes without the old fashioned banging we both loved.
Josh was always taking a ribbing at work for having six kids, so he was
determined that we should be out of the baby-making business. So, for a few
months we were.

But nothing in life is without risks. I read in a health magazine that Josh
subscribes to, that one should always drink water at bedtime and I really
recommend it. I don't know if it improves your metabolism, but a full bladder
makes early morning sex sooo much better. It also makes you go the potty early
in the morning and I like to wash, not just wipe after peeing. I learned the
hard way that this really screws up the examination for ovulation. It both
removes the mucus that Josh was always looking for, as well as cools off the
vagina and masks the slight rise in temperature that tips you off that an egg is
on the way.

I sometime think Jennifer with her jet black hair like me and cool blue eyes
like Josh is our most beautiful accident.

Josh had moved up in the EPA by now -- he was G-thirty something or other -- so
we could afford the bigger house. Fortunately we found a really big run-down
mansion in Arlington that was actually closer to downtown than the house we were
living in. We were able to renovate it to accommodate our growing family. I
oversaw the redesign and had the builders fix up one bedroom for the older girls
-- Courtney and Rachel, one for the older boys -- Steve and Roy, one for younger
girls -- Beth and Ruthie, and a baby room next to Josh's and my master bedroom.
Well, I told Josh it was a sewing room, but we kept Jenny there while I was
nursing her.

Our wedding anniversary is always like a national holiday at our house. Josh
had just gotten another promotion at EPA and I decided to make our eighth
something special. For some reason we couldn't celebrate it on the exact date,
but I selected an alternate day and pulled out all the stops. I had arranged
for my best friend Marge to take all the kids except baby Jennifer for the
night. I told Josh to expect something special for just us two.

Josh's eyes almost popped when he arrived that night and saw me in my high
heels, a daring red miniskirt, and see through pink blouse. OK, I admit my hips
and bust are both larger than when we were first married, but after Jenny was
born I worked really hard to get my waist back down to almost the same. The
bulge in Josh's pants told me he liked the results.

The table was set with the good silver; two candles illuminated the dining room;
and I had put on a CD of our favorite love songs. We sipped wine and held hands
across the table. I told Josh I loved him more than ever and that I thought he
was the smartest and handsomest man in the world and the best lover I could ever
dream of. Josh told me he was still crazy about me, that I was the prettiest,
sexiest woman he had ever met, and that he'd marry me again in a heartbeat.

We didn't eat a bite of the dinner I had prepared; we just fell into each
other's arms, sobbing our love for one another. My skirt never left the living
room and my makeup was ruined even before we got to the top of the stairs.

We were both tremendously aroused and almost tore off each other's clothes.
Never had we made love with such passion. Josh must have fucked me three times
before we fell asleep clinging together like two love-sick pythons. My
wonderful husband screwed me once more and ate me twice the next morning before
we reluctantly got out of bed and went downstairs to have last night's dinner
for breakfast. We were in the middle of one last quickie on the living room
couch just before Marge brought the kids back around noon. (Close call!)
Darling Jennifer, as usual, cooperated by sleeping through the night.

Days later we were still basking in the glow of that wonderful night. Josh
called me from the office several times a day to tell me he loved me and I sent
him flowers. His friends at work teased him, but we both knew they were just
jealous that after eight years and seven children, Josh and I were still in love
like newlyweds. I don't think either of us gave a moment's thought to the fact
that our anniversary celebration coincided with my fertile period.

Jeff was the result.

Although my periods are as regular as clockwork and as difficult as it was for
both of us, Josh decided we had to expand the "safe," no-sex period around my
ovulation date to make sure there wouldn't be any more slip ups after Jeff.
Josh decides to act on his principles, nothing gets in his way. Several times
during my "dangerous days I got so horny I would come on to him. He was
steadfast, however, and gently put me off, usually by eating me to a couple of
nice orgasms that, for a while, left me content just to be cuddled by my
strong-minded, high-principled husband.

You would think that we had all the bases covered. Well, not quite. It was one
of the worst nights almost exactly two weeks since my period when I am always
really hot. I had almost raped Josh when we went to bed, but he pacified me by
sucking my tits really nicely and giving me a good finger fuck that sent me off
to dreamland. I still must have been really horny though, because I had the
most erotic dream. In it I sat up and looked down at Josh who was asleep beside
me. He was on his back breathing gently, and the outline of his penis was
evident through his pajama.

Stealthily, I reached into his fly and retrieved the organ I love so much.
Gently, so as not to awaken him, I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck
him. Even asleep, his cock responded to my warm wet mouth and was soon hard and
erect. The sight, or rather the feel of him, made my pussy wet. I was in a
crazy rut. Without thought, I straddled Josh and lowered my pussy over his
rampant prick. Just having it in me almost made me come, but I started slowly
sliding my cunt up and down Josh's fabulous love pole.

I guess by this time we were both half aware that this was no dream. We were
really doing it! But the delightful sensation of Josh up in me was too good to
interrupt. I guess he felt the same way, because he grabbed my ass and start to
jamb me down forcefully against his groin even as he bucked his prick up into
me. I came first, but only moments later I felt what seemed like gallons of
Josh's come blast into my hungry vagina. I awoke some time later still on top
held in a warm embrace by my sleeping husband, his cock soft, but still nestled
inside me. Oh, I love that man!

I guess it's a good thing Josh and I are trying our best not to have any more
children since we seem to have so many without trying. Little William was the
result of our sleepy adventure.

We had another nine months to figure what to do next. With me staying pregnant
most of the time, Josh and I probably have sex a lot more often than most
couples our age. Once Josh has knocked me up, he feels free to fuck me like a
bunny rabbit, well, at least a couple of times a night. I can hardly believe
that some women say they don't want it more than once a week or even less. I
guess they are just not as crazy in love with their husbands as I am with Josh,
or am I oversexed?

Well, after Billy was born, Josh decided he would have to sleep on the sofa on
our verboten nights. This, plus strict avoidance of sex during the two weeks on
either side of my ovulation seemed to do the trick. Almost a year went by
without me getting pregnant, a record for us. Of course, I do get really horny
during those two weeks, too horny it turns out.

During one such 'dry spell' Josh had to leave town because of a major oil spill
off the coast of Oregon. As fate would have it, Josh's little brother, Richard,
was on school break at the time and had come to Washington to visit friends and
see the monuments and other sights. I never get tired of showing visitors
around our beautiful city.

For three days I took him to Arlington Cemetery, the Air and Space Museum, Mount
Vernon, the National Gallery at a dizzying pace. The fourth day Richard said
let's take a break, he had some letters to write -- probably to his girlfriends
(plural); he's really a little hunk. I kept peeking in at him in those sexy
cut-offs, not able to get over the resemblance to Josh. Not entirely innocently
I put on a pair of tight shorts that would make him look, too. During the
afternoon he told me how grateful he was for the wonderful tour, and that he
wanted to show his appreciation. He had arranged to meet some of his buddies at
a Georgetown club and asked me to go with him. "Don't be ridiculous," I told
him. "I'd be out of place with your young friends and coeds ten years younger
than I."

"You are the one who is being ridiculous, Sis. (Yeah, he calls me 'Sis.') There
won't be a guy there with a sexier date, I guarantee you." I guess I am sucker
for flattery, but it was exciting to hear that kind of compliment from a good
looking college kid, so I agreed.

I tried to dress for the young crowd in a fairly short skirt and blouse that
brought an appreciative wolf whistle from Richard. I drove us in my car (a red
two-door Saturn; the 'family' car is a Cherokee.) to the club. Richard, the
scamp, had the nerve to look over at me and then give the valet an exaggerate
wink as we got out of the car. I was both flattered and embarrassed, but we had
a good laugh at what the valet might be thinking.

The club was dark and noisy, but we immediately found Richard's friends and soon
we were having a great time. Furtively, I checked out the girls in the group
and decided Richard was right; I was the cutest one. They were younger and very
pretty, but they really didn't yet know how to dress to catch a man's eye. Most
had on baggy jeans or non-descript skirts with flats. None had on much make-up.
I was "dolled up" in my four inch heels, large earrings and bangles and I had on
just enough eye shadow and lipstick to define my features in the dim light.
Turned out I was the most popular "girl" there. All Richard's friends wanted to
dance with me, and the night flew by as I drank and danced and laughed. Some of
the boys became quite bold in the way they held me close during slow dances, you
know, fox trots and waltzes, and by the end of the night I was euphoric -- and
turned on. If Josh had been around, I would have raped him, I really would.

I noticed that Richard actually danced with me less than his friends. Unlike
his silly sister-in-law, he had been careful not to drink too much, so he drove
us home. I asked him why he had hung back. "Not shy are you?"

"Not at all, Sis." and to prove it, he reached over and drew me close. Wow!
This was one hard-bodied young man. My heartbeat accelerated "I wanted you to
see how the other guys reacted to convince you how special you are. Just
showing up with you earned me dozens of 'stud points,'" he laughed. "I was the
envy of the other guys and the girls hated you," he grinned.

"Glad to have helped raise your social standing," I replied. By that time, we
were home. Richard remained in character as my date, coming around to open the
door for me, taking my hand and walking me to the door with his arm around me.
Once inside I told him good night and thanked him again for a wonderful evening.

"No good night kiss?" he asked.

I couldn't tell if he was still teasing or not, but I stepped over to kiss him
on the cheek, but stumbled slightly and seemed to loose my balance momentarily.
Even quicker Richard's arms were around me and he was giving him more than a
peck. Almost without realizing it, my mouth was open and our tongues were
coiling around each other. He was so strong that with one hand he held me tight
against him while his other began kneading my ass.

I voiced a kind of protest, but his mouth covered mine and his hand was now
under my dress and massaging my backside, coming closer and closer to my pussy.
I was acutely aware that I was aroused and didn't want him to find out by
feeling my wetness. It was hopeless. His hands were everywhere they shouldn't
be and everywhere I wanted them. He was like Josh in knowing how to turn a
woman on, but faster. Soon I was on the couch with him, sans brassiere, and he
was kissing my breasts and fingering my sex.

"Oh Richard, stop. I'm so hot. You're driving me crazy."

"Crazy enough to fuck?" he asked directly, resuming his attack on my breasts and
pussy.

"Oh--OH! -- Yes, yes. I need it!" I heard my voice say out loud.

It wasn't rape; I had been good and properly seduced. Moments later I was
rewarded with the unmistakable sensation of a long hard cock sliding into my
cunt. I was so wet, and it went in so easily, I couldn't say if it was bigger
or smaller than Josh's, but at that moment it was the most wonderful thing I had
ever felt.

Although he had taken me from a proper wife saying, "Thank you" for a nice
evening, to a female in rut in less than two minutes, once Richard was in me he
made love to me with incredible gentleness. His long slow strokes had me
quivering on the edge of orgasm for an eternity before he nudged me over. But
even when I had orgasmed once he continued to fuck me. I was delirious; he was
so good. I have no idea how long he had me there on the couch or how many times
he made me come before he finally released himself into me.

"Richard! Oh, Richard, lover," I sobbed and clasped him to me. He held me and
told me I was the sexiest, most incredible woman he had ever known as he covered
my neck with soft kisses. We had finished making love and now we were ready to
fuck. I let him take me to Josh's and my bedroom, and he had me bellowing again
and again far into the night.

The next morning I woke up alone. Richard was dressed. He said he had decided
to go back to school early. I didn't need to ask why. As he left, he kissed me
once more and whispered, "I'm not sorry."

"Neither am I," I replied. There was a tear in my eye as I watched him get in
the taxi to leave.

I wasn't sorry then, but I was later when I realized that I had let Richard make
love to me in the middle of my cycle. I was already past due when Josh
returned. You'd better believe I fucked him silly those first few days and
tried to muddy the waters about just where we were in my cycle. A month later
we knew we were having yet another addition to the family.

Victoria was something of a triumph for me. I've always been partial to the
number ten. (My maiden name is Dewey; I wonder if that has anything to do with
it?)

On the other hand, it was the final blow to Josh and his principles. People
snickered about the well known ecologist who had ten children, none past
elementary school. He never suspected, of course Richard had cuckolded him --
and Vicki looks a lot like both of us -- but he couldn't figure how I could have
gotten pregnant given my heretofore faultless cycle. It looked like it was
celibacy or surrender.

Although our house was huge, there was no way to squeeze in still another kid.
We talked of custom building on a lot out in Fauquier County, but Josh hated the
thought of the long commute and his contribution to ozone layer depletion and
air quality degradation.

A few days later, Josh came home to say he was taking a job as VP for
International Environmental Operations with a large petroleum exploration
company. His job would be to keep an eye on the opening up of a giant oil field
in the jungles of South America.

Three months later we were happily installed in a huge house in the Mil Flores
section of the capital. (Now these people knew how to build for large
families!) The older kids were delighted with the American School, and I had
Maria and Consuelo to help me with the house, Rosita to help look after the
babies, and Don Roberto, whom we lured away from the French Embassy, to cook for
us.

Josh turned out to be perfect for the job.

The project manager, Bull Parker, was used to getting his way, blowing away
environmental types. He had never run into anyone with principles like my Josh.
I overheard some of their furious arguments. Josh stood his ground and pushed
right back. He made Bull redesign the access roads, narrowing them by half and
installing drains and culverts so they did not cause erosion. If that couldn't
be done, Josh made them take in all the equipment by helicopter. Bull Parker
fumed that is added hundreds of thousands of dollars per well drilled, but Josh
basically outranked him in the company and Bull could do nothing.

I was so proud of my husband and his unbending principles!

In some other ways, however, I think Josh's principles are becoming a little
more flexible. For one thing, he never asks me about my periods anymore. He
just fucks me stupid every morning and night -- mid-day, too, if he can manage
to come home for lunch. For another, I have noticed that whenever Josh is
around, Maria, Consuelo, Rosita, and even Lupe, Don Roberto's eighteen-year old
daughter, get all doe-eyed as they steal glances at my Josh's rugged figure,
handsome, craggy face, and salt-and-pepper hair.

And it looks to me like all four girls have suspicious little bulges in their
tummies.

Just like mine.