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This a true story that happened to me that I wanted to share with other
readers of this website, given the theme of the site. Being in my first tri-mester,
and not having been pregnant for over 25 years caused me to surf some of the sites
relating to pregnancy.

Having been widowed just over 2 years ago, I have spent extremely long hours in my
return to the corporate world of finance. I am 43 years old and had only been with
one man in my life...my now deceased husband.

Upon my husband's death, I decided I would not return to the world of dating &
relationships until I got my body and career in shape. I have succeeded in both
aspects as I am now what many consider a "knock out" with extremely long legs, an
hour glass figure, well toned muscles, blue eyes, and full thick dark brown hair.
At the same time I was grieving the loss of my husband I became determined to rise
to the top of my profession and have done so as evidenced by the fact I am now a
senior VP for a major financial firm.

Mid January found me in Southern Florida enjoying my new found status in my job as
well as enjoying the looks I got while lying by the pool after the daily meetings I
had been holding with clients of our firm.

Not having enjoyed intimacy with a man in over 2 years was next on my list as
something I wanted to remedy. While I wanted to remedy it, I was aprehensive about
how and when it would take place.

After completing a particularly successful sales call, the gentleman I had been
working with suggested we celebrate with a drink & dinner. As I felt I knew him
well over the past 2 years, and was feeling especially good about the day, I
accepted.

We met in the lobby of the hotel I was staying at and after a short 5 minute ride we
found ourselves at this out of the way "back to the 50's" supper club, complete
with piano bar and small dance floor.

As we waited for our table, we enjoyed our first drink and he suggested we enjoy a
dance. It was a slow dance, the dance floor was dimly lighted, and as he held me
close I felt the unmistakable bulge against my stomach that I had missed for all too
long. It was then I realized the effect I had on this man. As I looked into his
eyes, I sensed a bit of embarassment on his part, but this was quickly erased as I
pushed my body into his while at the same time nibbling on his ear. It was then I
felt a feeling I had not felt in all to long....I was soaked, and I wanted one
thing, and one thing only. I was actually concerned my pussy juice would soak
through my dress.

I whispered in his ear "why don't we just finish this dance, skip dinner, and
finish this" as I again ground my mound into his hard on.

We told our waiter I wasn't feeling well as an excuse for our quick departure.
Getting in the car, he leaned over, kissed me deeply and at the same time cupped my
right breast through my sweater. At the same time I reached over, and firmly
grasped his now raging hard on moving my hand up and down the length of it. He and
I both knew what we wanted even though he was married and I was just about to return
to my first intimate act since the death of my husband. Before leaving for the
hotel, I took his hand and placed it under my sweater, then pushed my bra up and
placed his hand on my bare breast. I then guided his head to my nipple as I felt
myself release a flood of wetness from my pussy. A pussy that had not been used in
all so long, but a pussy that I knew was about to be used well in the next hour or
so. Before we left the parking lot I took his hand and guided it up under my full
skirt so he could feel for himself the effect he was having on me, and share the
fee!
lings I was now experiencing after having been away from intimacy for all too long.

He knew it was going to be him who was going to get this virgin widow! I truly did
feel like it was the night I lost my virginity to my husband so many years ago.

Returning to my hotel, we valet parked the car and while riding up the elevator
found ourselves not being able to keep our hands off each other.

Quickly making our way to my room, we closed the door behind us and could not get
each others clothes off fast enough. It was all too long since I had had a man
remove my clothes, and then carry me to the bed….the bed where I knew I would be
made love to. The bed where I knew that part of my body that had been neglected for
so long was about to be satisfied.

What happened next was something I wanted and needed for so long, and he did not
disappoint me. For the next 10 minutes or so, he did things to me during foreplay
that I had only read about, and dreamed of. I thought my husband knew how to turn
me on, but now I was convinced I had not lived as my body betrayed me and quivered
in anticipation of what was to come.

Regaining my senses for only a moment or two, the thought of birth control entered
my mind. As I was in what I considered to be the semi-menopause state my periods
were irregular at best therefore I had no idea if I was safe, fertile, or done with
that part of my life. As he begin to slowly massage my clit, any thoughts of birth
control quickly departed me for all I was concerned with was getting this man inside
me...and doing it now!

I shared my concerns about birth control with him and asked him if he would wear a
rubber. He told me that although he didn't like rubbers, he would as the last
thing he needed was to knock me up. I reached in my purse and found a rubber that I
had buried in a side compartment for just such an ocassion, opened it and rolled it
onto his rock hard erection. As I completed rolling it on him, I pulled his ear to
my head and whispered "I'm sorry, I hope you understand"

He moved between my legs. As I looked down between us I saw his huge erection
pointing at me as if to demand entrance to what it was about to claim as its
treasure. He was much larger than my husband, but somehow I didn't even question
the fact that the fit may be tight. I reached forward grasping his cock, running it
up and down my sopping wet gash and then aiming it at my opening...that hadn't been
opened by a man for more than 2 years. As I pulled him with my hand, I wrapped my
legs behind him and urged him to enter me....a woman who hadn't been made love to
in over 2 years, but who was now begging for it! He moved forward, letting just the
head of his cock split the folds of my sopping wet pussy.

In one long, but slow thrust, he buried his entire length in me. As he bottomed out,
he paused, and then he begin to move in and out and it was then I pulled his head
down to mine so I could whisper in his ear "I don't like rubbers either, and I
want to feel you bareback if you are CERTAIN you can pull out in time" I
remphasized the work certain....As I whispered those words, I reached down between
us and pushed him back a bit as I hooked my index finger in the rubber ring at the
base of his cock, waiting for his response. "You have to be sure", I told him as
I was unsure of my state of fertility. All I knew is that I wanted him to continue
jack hammering me NOW!

I looked him in the eye and he nodded. I removed the rubber, and tossed it on the
bed beside us. Feeling him back in me bareback triggered my first climax , and
found me thrusting to meet his every move.

Thinking back, I feel certain that if he told me he was not going to pull out, I
would have removed the rubber anyway as I so needed to feel him in me....bareback.

I could feel him bumping the mouth of my cervex as he continued to pound into me. I
could not get enough of this intimacy I had been missing and the result was another
mind blowing climax.

As I felt him thicken, and grow harder yet, I knew this was a sign of his impending
ejaculation. I begged him to cum in me, but he whispered in my ear "no" ... I
promised to pull out. Even though a rationale mind knew it was what should be done,
I was not rationale now and I was at the state where he could easily satisfy me by
cumming in me. I had no defense for him at this point. I, the woman was his for
the taking....anyway he wanted. People often remark that men think with their cock,
but it was I who was now letting my pussy do the thinking for me.

I at first thought I had won the battle in wanting him to cum in me as I felt his
first throb, but then he quickly pulled out, and I found sperm hitting my breasts &
tummy repeatedly as he erupted. It never occured to me that he may have bred me at
that minute with the first of many eruptions. After erupting on me, he licked me
clean, then while kissing me, deposited some of the sperm in my mouth.....what I
then thought was all the sperm he had produced.

My travel schedule had me leaving town the next day, and I promised him we would
have a repeat performance the next time I was back in about 3 months. As we said
goodbye it was all I could do to not cancel my plane and spend the weekend time with
him that he could steal from being with his family. It had been so long since I had
the walls of my pussy stretched to capacity and felt the throb of manhood about to
erupt in me, even though I felt certain he had not cum in me. I told him next time
I wanted him to cum in me, not on me, even if it meant having to wear the despised
rubber.

Having been so irregular, I gave no thought to the fact I had not had a period since
our night in Florida. I rationalized that I must truly be in menopause. Repeatedly,
fellow workers told me how I had a "glow" and I did feel great. It never occured
to me that as in my previous 2 pregnancies....some 25 years ago....that it was the
best I have ever felt in my life physically. I felt absolutely exquisite when I was
pregnant.

At the same time, I rationalized that my tailored suits seemed to be a bit snug due
to my travel schedule resulting in too many restaurant meals and too little time to
work out. That weekend, on Saturday, as I was trying on some of my suits for an
upcoming trip, I found it difficult to zip the zipper, and the top seemed a bit too
tight as well over my breasts.

As I stepped out of the skirt, removed my top, then my bra & panties and turned
sidways to the mirror, I couldn't help but notice the unmistakeable slight
beginning of a bulge that I had not experienced for over two decades. I reached
between my legs and ran a finger up and down the folds of my pussy that seemed
swollen as my mind wondered if in a few months it would stretch to capacity in
giving birth.

When I did my grocery shopping the next day, I bought an EPT...and told myself I was
wasting my money. How foolish of a 43 year old professional woman to be worrying
herself about an unplanned pregnancy, given the fact I had not allowed anyone to cum
in me....was I in for the shock of my life.

This morning, I found out I am pregnant....obviously that first throb was laden with
sperm that found my waiting egg.

As I looked at the positive reading on the EPT my mind thought back to that split
moment when I felt him harden and widen in preparation for ejaculation. I also
visualized how the neck of my cervex must have scooped down into the puddle of sperm
in my vaginal canal to pick up any sperm ejected by him welcoming it into my uterus
in search of an unsuspecting egg. An egg that would willingly accept being bred no
matter how old my body was.

This act of nature was old as man itself where the unsuspecting woman was bred by
her man. The act of the male breeding the female and of the female accepting it
willingly.

I am visiting him again this week, and am most anxious to tell him I am pregnant,
but not until he has deposited a whole load of sperm in me. This time I intend to
lock him in as he attempts to pull out. It is then I intend to insist he leave his
wife, and breed me as many times as possible before my baby factory has shut down
for good. At 43 I should have at least 2 or 3 more eggs waiting to fertilized by
him.

After this pregnancy and any others I can coax from his balls to my pussy, I am not
certain if my old body can recover to its previous state, but I am certain that my
pussy will welcome his blood engorged cock as long as he and modern medicine can
provide the necessary erection needed to penetrate me.

This is a continuation of the true story I shared earlier in the "true
stories" section of this website, of how I, a 43 year old widow of 2 years, who
hadn't been PG in over 25 years, now finds myself pregnant and how I told the
father of my unborn child that he was to be a new daddy. We were, and are, both Vice
Presidents within the same company, and I frequently made joint sales calls with him
in his territory.

In our phone conversations regarding setting up our schedule of sales calls, he made
a point of telling me we should perhaps plan dinner Friday night after we were
through with business, as he knew I planned to spend the weekend at the hotel before
flying out Monday morning for the West coast to hold sales meetings there. He also
slipped in the fact that his wife and kids were visiting her mother for the weekend
so I wouldn't have to feel I was taking him away from his family by having dinner
with him Friday. That is what he said, but I knew what he meant was that he wanted
to enjoy more of what was in this widow's panties, than the sample he had a few
months ago. As he said that, I felt my juices begin to dampen my bright red silk
panties in anticipation of what we would be doing after the sales calls. I closed
the conversation by saying that I was glad he could "hardly" wait to "work" with
me...with the emphasis on hard!

We left it that he would pick me up at the hotel bright & early Friday morning. As
I stood waiting for him to pull up to the front door I wondered if he would notice
that I was not wearing what had become my standard business attire....a tailored ,
form fitting, figure revealing, business suit. I had always prided myself in
wearing a non pleated flat front to emphasize my extremely flat stomach. This was no
longer an option as the "bulge" in my tummy was getting larger by the day it
seemed, therefore I had on a full flowered skirt with a sweater and suit jacket over
the top. I looked the part of the successful businesswoman in Southern Florida. To
the public, I know I appeared as most other 43 year olds did...just a bit thick
around the middle. I knew I was pregnant with his child, and before the night was
out, he would know as well...but not before I was ready to tell him. And, I wanted
the way I told him to be special.

He drove up to the front door, I got in, smiled at him and he told me I looked
great....in fact, he commented on my absolutely radiant glow. He told me this was
the first time he had seen me on sales calls in other than my trademark attire of a
fitted business suit. I told him I just felt like wearing something special today
as this would end up being a special day before it was over. Little did he know
what I meant. I thanked him and started discussing our first sales call of the day.

The day was good in terms of calling on customers, but I know he could sense, as I
did that we both wanted the day to be over so we could take up where we left off a
few months ago. As we arrived at our first call, I excused myself to the ladies
room before we made the sales call as not only did I have to pee more often now that
I was pregnant, but I was soaked and didn't want to leak through my skirt. I
stuffed some tissue in my panties to soak up the neverending leakage I was having in
anticipation of getting his cock in me at the end of the day. Before I left the
bathroom stall I couldn't resist inserting a finger into my wetness , telling
myself a finger would have to do for now and a hard cock would come later in the
day. I licked my finger clean, anticipating that later that night he would be
licking the source of my wetness.

As we drove that day it was all I could do to not ask him to pull of the road and
take me right then and there in the car. I did manage to reach over a couple times
and stroke his penis through his dress slacks. He must have been having thoughts of
what was to come as well for one time when I looked over, it was obvious from his
hard on that he was not thinking about the next sales call. I reached over, stroked
it from head to root, looked him in the eye and told him "I can't wait until this
is out of your pants, and where it belongs tonight..and all weekend long" "I am
going to use you until you can't be used any longer" "I am going to ride you
raw" "You will feel like it is your honeymoon night all over again" "And, I
want to make me so sore I can't walk"

I suggested that given his wife was out of town, and we had plenty of time we should
go back to the "50's supper club" where our relationship first started. He asked
if I wanted to go back to the hotel and freshen up, but I declined saying I could do
so later when we both went back to my room. He looked at me, smiled and he knew he
would again get the chance to make love to me. What he didn't know was the news I
was going to share with him, when I was ready.

We danced, we ate a leisurly meal and as we were having an after dinner dance I
whispered in his ear that I felt it was time we left.

As he did on our first meeting, before he started the car, he reached over and
cupped my right breast, then slipped his hand under my sweater, pushed my bra up and
his mouth found my erect nipple. As he sucked, it was all I could do to not tell
him to enjoy the nipple that would be feeding his baby in the near future.

While he sucked my breast, his hand moved up under my skirt, I parted my legs and
his fingers moved the silk sheath away from where he knew he would later be welcomed
to penetrate later that night. I wondered if it felt any different to him than it
did that first night. I wondered if he would want to play with me there right after
his baby was born and I was still stretched out, stitched up and bleeding???? I
wondered how long it would be after the birth before I felt his hardness wanting to
enter me again in my velvet sleeve that I now considered his property to use as he
wants....anytime, anywhere, anyhow.

Arriving back at my room, I told him I wanted to take a quick shower to freshen up
and asked him to light a candle to create the right mood that would add to the
moonlight that was shining in from the balcony. Before going into the bathroom, I
pulled back the covers of the king size bed, told him he could make himself
comfortable and let him see me take a red silk nightie from the drawer of the
dresser. As I left for the bathroom, I purposely let him see me leave the panties
to the nightie set on the dresser so he would know there would be no silk barrier
for him to remove when I returned. In fact, I made a production of looking him in
the eye, and then dropping my panties on the top of the dresser while winking at
him. "Guess there won't be any need for these" I said as I moved toward the
bathroom. There was however a need for the nightie top as I didn't want him to see
my tummy just yet....all in good time.

Just to be sure he didn't walk in on me, see me naked, and ruin my surprise, I
locked the door. Later he would find I never locked the door as one of my favorite
places to have sex is with me sitting on the sink with my man in between my
legs....knelling at first to eat me, then pounding me until both of us orgasm.

As I showered, I couldn't help but run my hand over my "bump" in my stomach and
wonder if he had any clue that I was pregnant.

I finished my shower, put some cologne in all the right places, put on my nightie
top, looked at myself in the mirror, shut off the bathroom light and emerged from
the bathroom.

I knew I had 2 objectives for the night. First, to make him think with the smaller
of his two heads and give him a ride like he had never had before. I wanted him to
think that the only reason I could possibly be this horny was that I must be
ovulating and ripe to be impregnated. My second objective, all in good time, was to
make certain he knew he had already impregnated me. As I thought about this as I
moved the short distance from the bathroom to the bed, I felt my wetness begin to
run down my thigh.

He had done his job as he was under the covers, the lights were all off and the room
was illuminated by only the candle he had lit and the moonlight.

I walked over to him, smiled, turned around in a circle and asked him if he saw
anything he would like to have in bed with him. The looseness of the nightie did a
good job of not letting him see my bulging tummy. He would see it soon enough, but
first, I wanted him in me. I wanted him to think he was making love to a woman who
was forbidden fruit, as he was married, and he had to be careful to not knock this
woman up. As I spun around, I knew that from the front he could see my neatly
trimmed bush, and from the back, he could see the bottom of my butt....both sights I
knew would make him erect if he was not already.

He reached out, pulled me down into bed with him and immediately begin kissing me
while our hands explored each others body. I quickly found he was naked under the
covers, and as my hand reached down I was not disappointed as it quickly grasped a
rock hard cock....the cock that would shortly be plowing its way into me over and
over. Again, as the first time, he proved to be the absolute best of the best at
doing things to me during foreplay that made me want his rock hard cock in my now
gushing slit..... immediately. For just a fleeting moment I wondered why my husband
had never done any of these things while he was alive as I always felt we had a
great sex life. Those thoughts quickly vanished as he nibbled on my clit.

I pulled his head up to kiss me on the lips. Breaking our kiss I told him "I know
you know this, but I am so horny, and I want you so badly right now" "I don't
know why I feel this way, but I just feel my body wants and needs you so urgently"
"It must just be the hormones telling my body I need a man and need him now" "I
guess my body is telling me it wants what only a man can deliver" What I wanted him
to think that my body was telling me it was ovulating and needed a man to breed me.
I wanted him to think that he was with a woman who was experiencing the primal urge
of being in heat and looking for a male to breed her. I wanted him to think that
there was absolutely no reluctance on behalf of the woman he was about to make love
to in terms of giving herself completely to the fullest degree a woman can give
herself to a man...to risk pregnancy if that is what her man wanted.

As he was making love to me I wanted him to feel he was in control, and he alone.

As I sensed he was about ready to mount me, he broke the kiss, reached over to the
night stand and told me this time he had brought the rubbers as he understood my
concern about birth control and even though he knew neither of us liked them, he
wanted to cum in me , not on me as he had the last time. He told me that just for
good measure, he brought a dozen and could get more later.

My mouth covered his as my hand pushed against his side indicating to him that I
wanted him in between my legs. As the kiss broke I whispered in his ear "don't
worry about birth control, we don't need to worry about it tonight, it's taken
care of" I could sense he was about to ask me what I meant, but as I kissed him
again while at the same time pulling his cock to my pussy, I knew the question had
left his mind. He obviously took my statement to mean that it was I who was taking
the responsibility for birth control.....he didn't know he had taken care of birth
control worries by knocking me up a few months earlier.

As he entered me, bareback, he whispered in my ear "you can't believe how good you
feel to me, and I can't wait to cum in you for the first time" "It's a good
thing you can't get pregnant tonight as I am going to put so much sperm in you that
no egg would have a chance of surviving the attack of my sperm" Little did he know
he had not only cum in me already, but his little swimmers had found their target.
He was right, I couldn't get pregnant as I already was.

We immediately met each other thrust for thrust. I experienced verbal as well as
non-verbal aspects of love making that I had never experienced with my husband. I
gave myself to him fully, completely, and without any reservation...again and again
as he brought me to orgasm after orgasm. I know he must have thought he had an
absolute whore in bed with him. I honestly didn't know I had it in me to do some
of the things I did as I urged him to take me, take me hard and take me fast. He
teased me time and time again for acting like he was going to stop when he had me on
the verge of cumming and then he would plunge to the ablsolute deepest regions
possible in one slow stroke. As he held himself in me, he made his cock twitch as
if he were cumming. I responded by showing him the results of my kegal exercises I
had been doing reliously for the past 2 years. I made him feel like he was being
milked. As he held himself in me, I reached down and cupped his balls, squeezing t!
hem and asking him if he thought they were about to deliver a payload of sperm up
through his rock hard cock and into my pussy that was waiting in anticipation of the
first load of the night. "I have something inside me waiting patiently for the
sperm you are producing, and I think it is time you delivered your first load" I
wanted him to think there may be an egg waiting for his sperm.

After my 3rd orgasm I felt what I had been waiting for, and was certain he had been
waiting for this as well. I felt the unmistakeable hardening and thickening of his
cock that was a sure sign he was about to ejaculate in my velvet sleeve. He thought
it was going to be the first time he had done so, but I knew better and I had the
baby growing inside me to prove it. This time, as last, I felt the first twitch and
knew full well how dangerous that first twitch could be if I were fertile at the
time. Twitch after twitch hit the back of my velvet sleeve as I felt him grab my
butt in in attempt to pull himself into me as deep as humanly possible.

I'm sure that while his primal urge wanted him to impregnate any available egg, he
was certain I was using the pill. Little did he know....or care at that point. If
I were not already pregnant, and had the opportunity to become so, I know for sure
that would have been my goal that night as there was nothing better feeling to me
than my man cumming in me knowing his sperm would be searching entry into my cervex,
up into my uterus and hopefully penetrate an egg that was waiting and ready.

As we rested, he begin to run his hands over me in a prelude to yet another
lovemaking session we both wanted. I lay on my back, and as he was fingering me, I
reached down and taking his hand in mine, ran it up over my pubic hair to a spot
right below my navel. As I did this, I pushed his hand down into my tummy and asked
him how he liked the feel of this. He didn't understand what I was asking and
responded by telling me I felt good to him no matter what part of me he touched.

I told him I wanted to show him something as I slipped out of bed and moved to the
side of the bed so that the light of the candle and the moon were behind me. As he
looked at me, standing there naked by the side of the bed, I turned sidewise and
then took his hand and ran it over the bulge that now was very obvious to him. It
was then he realized that he had made me pregnant on our last visit. As our eyes
met, I smiled and said "it's yours" "Since my husbands death 2 years ago, I
have been with no one and since we made love that first night, I have been with no
one" "That first throb before you pulled out must have been just enough to do the
job" "I'm happy it did, and hope you are"

As I looked at him, my eyes wandered down to his very hard erection that was oozing
pre-cum. I bent over, licked it, then kissed him with the pre-cum coating both our
lips.

He pulled me into bed, asked many questions and I didn't really know what his
reaction was going to be. As it turned out, he couldn't have been more elated and
nothing on this earth could have fired him up more in terms of wanting to make love
to me as many times as humanly possible that night.

As I felt he had asked enough questions for now and given the fact we had the entire
weekend ahead of us, I ran my hand up and down his cock slowly while saying "let's
see how he does when he knows he is being used just for fun, not as breeding stock"

Now that the truth was out, I told him I wanted him now, and most of all, I wanted
him to take me hard and fast. I told I had had enough of the slow romantic
lovemaking. I wanted him to take me like I was a whore he had paid for and needed
to get his moneys worth.

He did not disappoint me as he rammed me hard, fast, deep and repeatedly moved from
position to position. After about 20 minutes or so I felt him being ready to cum
again and it was then I asked him to put my legs over his shoulders so he could
penetrate me as deeply as possible as I wanted to feel him all the way in the back
of my pussy. He didn't disappoint me, and as he bottomed out, I did feel a bit of
discomfort as the tip of his cock hit, then stretched, the back of my vagina.

The discomfort increased even more as his penis seemed to grow in length in
preparation for what men are put on this earth to do to women.....breed them.

There was no question that the woman he was now imbedded in was ready and willing to
be bred...what a feeling even though I knew the job had already been done.

Breathing heavily he whispered in my ear "if you weren't already pregnant, I
guarantee you would be by the end of weekend with all the sperm I am going to plant
in you" With that he pushed further into me still and I could tell he had one
thing on his mind....to deposit his sperm as deep into the back of my pussy as
humanly possible...and hold it there using his cock as a plug, even though he knew
it was no longer necessary to have his sperm bathe and coat the mouth of my uterus.
The mucous plug was already in place preventing any additional sperm from entering
my uterus. Once the one lucky sperm had hit its mark and imbedded itself in my
waiting egg, my body sent out a plug of mucous that would guard the mouth of my
uterus until months from now when it would be washed away as my water broke.

Whatever discomfort I felt quickly went away as I was swept into my own orgasm as I
felt him begin to throb, painting the walls of my vagina with his life giving sperm.
For a quick minute I thought of all the women who were trying to conceive, but
couldn't for lack of quality sperm produced by their man...but then I came back to
reality and told myself that this man was mine and I lay claim to every drop he can
produce now and in the future.

I wrapped my legs around him, locking him into me and bucked again and again as he
deposited every last drop in me. As I felt his sperm begin to leak out of me, I
reached between us, got a glob of it on my finger and brought it up to his mouth for
him to taste. As we kissed, I ground into him again and again telling him "Just so
you know, I want you in me every possible minute, doing just what you just did" In
response, he pulled almost all the way out and then buried himself until his life
giving balls were touching my butt. He had not lost his hardness yet and begin to
move in and out for as long as possible before eventually having to quit....quit for
the time being that is!

We spent the weekend in bed, talking, making love and most importantly talking about
what we were going to do now that he knew of the "bulge" in my tummy.

By Sunday afternoon, I knew he had to return home as his wife and kids would be home
around 7. Before he got up to shower, I told him I wanted him to look at something
else. I parted my legs and he could see how swollen and red my pussy lips were. I
leaned over, kissed him and then said "I want you to know this has been the best
weekend of my life, bar none, and I want to have my lips made swollen and raw by you
anytime, anywhere you want me" These words proved the power of the mind on the
body as he pushed me on my back, got between my legs and aimed his rock hard cock at
my inviting slit one last time. I have to admit it was a bit uncomfortable, given
the many times he had taken me that weekend, but very quickly I fell into the
rhythum of

Yesterday, he emailed me a copy of the divorce papers he had served on his wife and
at the bottom of the note asked me to marry him.

I immediately phoned him, asked him if it was safe to talk and said my answer to
marriage was conditional......conditional on the fact that if I said "yes" he had
to promise to keep me pregnant as often and as soon as possible until my biological
clock ran out....then continue to make love to me with same furvor as if he was in
fact breeding me again and again. His response was that he wanted me so much, he
did not even plan to let me heal properly before he knocked me up again, and I'd
better get used to being pregnant. When my body no longer produced eggs, I'd
better be used to being made love to anyplace and anytime, as I was his and his
alone.

The wedding date is set, and I have a beautiful maternity dress picked out for the
ceremony. Following the ceremony, there is no doubt we will consummate the marriage
as I did so many years ago with my deceased husband...the only difference is that
this time there will be 3 of us in the bed.....him, me and our unborn baby.