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Authors name: Hardy (femur24@aol.com)
Story title : Conception Variation

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Conception Variation (MF, reluc, remorse, preg)
by Hardy (femur24@aol.com)

***

Couples vacation plans included conception; but executive 
husband called home to solve breakdown on plant assembly 
line. Interesting events transpire as wife awaits 
husband's return.

***

At last Tom and I were going on a vacation. Well, sort of 
a vacation. It was a five-day conference at a major city, 
and he had to be at meetings each day from 9AM to 4 PM. 
But most evenings were ours, and it would be fun to see 
the sights of the city, and enjoy some good meals. There 
were however, two banquets to attend.

The conference was huge, and included people from 
companies around the country. Several management people 
from Tom's company were present, including Brad, the 
company president. As assistant plant manager, Tom had a 
very responsible job, and was the chief troubleshooter. 
Other attendees from Tom's company included engineers, 
sales and marketing people.

In our five years of marriage we had very few vacations 
as Tom always had problems at work that required his 
attention; so we were very happy to get away, even if it 
was a working vacation. Our flight was uneventful, and we 
were settled in the convention hotel, and after a nap we 
began to prepare for our evening; a banquet that was just 
for our company people and their wives.

There was another reason that we were pleased to be away 
together. We were still childless after five years of 
marriage, and all our efforts were not rewarded. Finally, 
we went through extensive fertility testing. The 
physician reported that all my tests were normal, and 
there was no reason why I could not conceive. However, 
Tom's results were not normal; his sperm count was very 
low, so clearly that was the reason why I was not getting 
pregnant. The answer was to place me on fertility drugs, 
which would make several more eggs available at the time 
of my ovulation, and thereby increase the chances of 
conception.

The timing of this trip was perfect, as according to the 
tests, today I was to began ovulation, with the fertility 
window being today and probably the next day or two. We 
were excited by the distinct possibility that I would 
conceive.

After our shower we began to dress. I had carefully 
considered what I was going to wear, as I wanted Tom very 
ready for lovemaking when we returned from the evening's 
event. I had purchased some very sheer lacy underwear 
especially for tonight. Tom watched as I prepared to 
dress. I was proud of my body, and I always had 
complements on the way I looked. 

My breasts were not large, but they were very firm, with 
a slim waist above lovely rounded hips that Tom said were 
absolutely designed for love, and also for having a baby. 
I was tall with long tapered legs that were very 
straight, and I knew were admired by men, and I liked to 
wear skirts just above my knees which displayed these 
assists perfectly. 

Many men had made advances to me, and while I enjoyed the 
attention, I never succumbed to any of them. I always was 
faithful to Tom since we were married, but before we were 
married I had some limited sexual experience with two 
men.

Tom liked garter belts and hose, so I started with a lacy 
white garter belt, and rolled up and attached sheer 
stockings. This was followed by sheer lacy panties, a 
sheer lacy half-slip, and matching lacy bra, all in 
white. At this point Tom appeared very interested, and 
approached me with a gleam in his eye. 

"Not yet!" I said; "just hold that thought until we get 
back!" I had a special dress for the occasion--a lovely 
clinging white dress that outlined my breasts, and clung 
to my waist and hips, ending just above my knees. I had 
already made up my face, which was also an asset, framed 
by long wavy light brown hair.

"You look very beautiful-I am proud to be your husband! 
You are certainly going to turn a lot of heads at the 
banquet. And I can't wait till we get back to our room." 

When we joined the group I did get some admiring glances 
from a few of the men, and maybe some not so admiring 
glances from some of the women. We accepted cocktails and 
then mingled with the guests, finally chatting with Brad, 
Tom's boss, who kept stealing glances at me.

Drinks continued to be served, and the noise level 
increased, till finally we were called to dinner.
I was seated next to Brad with Tom on my right, and the 
other plant manager and his wife were seated on Brad's 
left.

Brad had been divorced for some time, and it was not 
unexpected as Brad had a reputation as a womanizer, and 
it was common knowledge that he had bedded several, both 
single and married, and more than one employee. He was 
handsome and well built, and had an easy charm that was 
appealing to women; and an aura of sexuality that was 
captivating. There was even a sense of danger that some 
women found exciting. 

He made it clear to me that he would enjoy my company on 
a private level, but even though I found him attractive, 
and felt just a small tinge of excitement when he would 
smile and touch my shoulder, I resisted his advances. I 
was very cordial to him as he was Tom's boss, but I 
indicated to him that our relationship would be only 
social. However, he continued to be gracious and charming 
to me, especially as I was sitting next to him at dinner.

Wine flowed freely at dinner, the proper wine with each 
course, and finally after dinner drinks were served, with 
a continuing increase in the gaiety level.

Brad got up, called for order, and gave a welcome to all, 
followed by a short review of the companies performance 
for the current year, and it appeared that we had 
increased our growth and profitability, a cause for 
rejoicing. His address was mercifully brief, and then he 
said the bar was open, the orchestra was ready to play, 
and a floor area was cleared for dancing.

We had just finished the first dance when Tom's cell 
phone rang, and he went into a corner to answer. He 
shortly returned looking very unhappy, saying there was a 
major breakdown in a manufacturing line, and that he had 
to catch a flight back as soon as possible, meaning that 
evening. Brad came up to us, and apparently he had gotten 
the same message." I know that you have to go but you 
should be able to take care of it and be back the next 
night." 

I said "I'll go back with you!" But Tom said "you stay 
here! I'm pretty sure that I can take care of the problem 
and get a late day flight and be back here tomorrow 
evening, so there isn't any point in both of us going 
back and forth, and I will miss only one day of the 
conference."
Brad agreed with this; but I was thinking of something 
that Tom appeared to have forgotten, and that was the 
special plans we made. This was our night for me to 
become pregnant.

But he had only business on his mind, and he was able to 
get a flight out tonight, telling me to have a good time, 
to enjoy the party, and he would call me, giving me a 
kiss as he was leaving, and whispering that he would be 
looking forward to tomorrow night.

I was going to go to my room, but Brad asked me to dance 
and I agreed. I also danced with a couple of other men 
and I was enjoying myself. Brad was the most persistent 
and I danced more with him. At first he held me at a 
respectable distance, but soon he was holding me closer, 
pressing himself against me, and I felt myself responding 
to him, and my eyes widened as I felt his beginning 
erection. I tried to move away but he held me firmly, and 
his hand gradually dropped from my back to just below my 
waist, pressing me against him, and I could feel his 
erection increasing in size. God, I felt myself becoming 
aroused by this man who was my husband's boss.

I had continued to accept the drinks that were offered, 
and I was definitely getting high, and I was flushed and 
trembling in the arms of this man, who continued to press 
his very large erection against me. I told him that I had 
to sit down- I was feeling a little giddy from the 
drinks. But I could feel the warmth of the sexual tension 
spreading through me, and I could feel my breasts 
tingling from the contact with his body, my knees weak 
from the unexpected wave of desire that enveloped me.

The fact that Tom and I had abstained from sex for two 
weeks to build up his sperm count was making me more 
vulnerable. This had to stop, and I told him I needed to 
get to my room. The last dance was starting, and he 
wanted to dance it and I accepted, against my better 
judgment-he was very persuasive. This time I made sure 
that we didn't dance too close, but I wanted to feel his 
body against me again. God, what was I thinking?

As we left the dance he asked me to stop a moment at his 
room as he had a gift for Tom.

We entered his room and he presented me with a wrapped 
gift that he had wanted to present to my husband 
personally for the excellent work that he had done for 
the company.

I thanked him and as I made a move to turn away he 
gripped my shoulders and kissed me.

It was so unexpected that I was startled, and 
immobilized. He took advantage of this to kiss me again, 
and I felt myself responding as he held me firmly, 
kissing me deeply. It felt so good to be held and kissed 
so well by this handsome man, that it was all I could do 
to break away.

He apologized but said, "you are so beautiful that I 
couldn't help myself; I so much wanted to kiss you and 
hold you for a few moments-I know I will be dreaming 
about you tonight. Your husband is so lucky to be married 
to you."

"I find you very attractive, but I love Tom and have 
always been faithful to him." But this man was making me 
weak, and I was trembling from his unexpected kisses. I 
was never more aware of my body than I was at this 
moment. I had to pull myself together, but my emotional 
anticipation and preparation for sex with my husband was 
making me susceptible to the advances of this man, and I 
wanted to get pregnant by Tom, and not his boss. Also, I 
was feeling the effects of the alcohol I had consumed, 
and that didn't help matters.

I was so emotionally torn that I broke down and sobbed. 
He held me in his arms and placed my head on his 
shoulder.

"What's wrong?" And sobbing I told him about our failed 
plans for conception; the fact that tonight was so 
important, and Tom was gone. He was sympathetic, and I 
thought I can't believe I'm telling him this! I was an 
emotional basket case!

He held me, stroking me, comforting me till I was calm 
again. But he continued holding me close, continuing his 
stroking which soon became caresses, and I was 
responding, becoming aroused by this handsome man. I 
thought I must stop this before it went any further, but 
I felt so comfortable in his arms that I wanted to enjoy 
his caresses a little longer. It felt so good to have 
this beautiful sexy man stroking my body.

When he began to lightly touch my breasts, I felt my 
nipples hardening, and I know he felt them through the 
thin material of my dress and bra. I felt a flush of 
arousal and wanted to enjoy this a little longer. But he 
gripped the zipper on the back of my dress and pulled it 
down to my waist, my dress falling open. 

I started to pull away but he held me, kissing me once 
more, his hand going to my breast and stroking my erect 
nipple through my bra. With his mouth still on mine his 
hands unsnapped my bra, pulling it away from my breasts. 
I gasped as he caressed my naked breasts, a wave of 
pleasure sweeping over me. I knew I had to stop him, but 
I thought I would enjoy these wonderful feelings a little 
longer- seldom had I been so aroused.

He pushed my dress down and over my hips till it fell at 
my ankles. I said "no, we can't do anymore! I can't give 
myself to you!" 

"Mary, I won't do anything you don't want me to do! You 
are so beautiful I just want to hold you a little longer, 
and I will respect your wishes."

But could I trust him? I felt so vulnerable with my 
breasts exposed, and I know he could see my panties and 
my thighs through my sheer slip. But I wanted more from 
this sexy handsome man. 

He had said he would stop if I asked him. I had no 
intention of letting him go all the way with me. But I 
was so aroused, partly because we had abstained from sex 
for two weeks, partly because I was anticipating sex with 
my husband that night, but mainly because I was close to 
being naked in the arms of this incredible man-this 
skilful lover, who was doing things to me that made my 
body come alive. 

A wave of heat sweep through me that made that made me so 
weak that I sagged in his arms, and he gently lowered me 
to the bed, sliding me up so that I was stretched out, 
his lips on my breasts, his hands pushing my slip above 
my stocking tops till he was caressing my naked thighs, 
my skin tingling with his skillful stroking. When he 
reached my panties I gasped as he pressed the crotch 
against my pussy, gasping again as his fingers slipped 
inside the leg of my panties, finding the very moist lips 
of my cunt.

I felt myself losing control. I had to stop him soon, or 
I would find myself underneath him with his cock in me, 
and I was not going to commit adultery with my husband's 
boss. "Please stop-don't do any more! I can't give myself 
to you!"

I groaned, a wave of desire sweeping over me as his 
fingers dipped into my cunt, followed by another wave as 
he touched my clitoris. I was so weak and flushed with 
desire I could hardly get the words out to ask him to 
stop. I knew I couldn't take much more.

"Brad, please stop! You said you would stop when I asked 
you." I tried to raise up, but I had no strength as he 
held me in a long kiss, his hands pressing my thighs 
open.

"Making love to you like this is all I want. I won't do 
anything against your will. I just want to hold you and 
caress you."

Knowing that he would stop made me relax and enjoy the 
feelings that were spreading over me-my body flushed, an 
intense heat sweeping over me. I should stop right now, 
but I hesitated, wanting to enjoy his attention a little 
longer. The alcohol I had consumed made me reluctant to 
stop him just yet, as well as the incredible feelings of 
lust that he evoked in me. But in a minute I would have 
to stop him.

He began sliding down my body between my thighs, and 
began kissing my stocking clad thighs, and then my naked 
thighs above my stocking tops. As his lips moved higher I 
thought he's not going to kiss me there! But he was, his 
lips pressed against my pussy through my panties, soon 
pulling the crotch aside, and began to move his tongue 
between the lips of my cunt, finding my clitoris and 
circling it with the tip of his tongue. God, this man was 
doing something my husband never did, and I was 
responding to his mouth and tongue on me. I groaned, 
reaching a new level of arousal, almost limp, moistening 
even more.

"I have to move your panties down so I can pleasure you 
more with my mouth.!"

"No! Please don't take my panties down!" I felt that 
would make me even more vulnerable.

Again he reassured me, saying he just wanted access to 
use his tongue on me, and would stop when I wanted. "I am 
not going to pressure you!"

I thought I could enjoy a little more of this incredible 
man who was lifting me to higher and higher levels of 
erotic pleasure. I didn't resist when he pulled my slip 
further up around my waist, and I didn't resist when he 
began sliding my panties from under me, over my garter 
straps and down my nylon clad legs, pulling them off with 
my shoes. Then he was pushing my thighs open more. God, I 
felt so naked and so vulnerable, and so embarrassed that 
he could see my cunt, which I know was wet and opening to 
his expert caresses.

I was just going to make him stop when he put his tongue 
in me, moving his tongue inside me, finding my clitoris 
again, and another wave of pleasure filled me, and I 
cried out. He continued working on me till I was on an 
erotic plateau, one wave of pleasure followed by another, 
moaning continuously, overwhelmed by levels of arousal I 
had never experienced with my husband. Suddenly it began, 
my body in spasm as an intense orgasm swept over me, and 
one long wail erupted from me.

I was so faint that I wasn't aware that he had stripped. 
I didn't realize what he was doing till he had raised up, 
covering my body with his and pressing his lips on mine. 
And then I felt it--his cock pressing against the lips of 
my cunt. And I thought, Oh my God; he is going to fuck 
me! I couldn't move. I was so weak and I was pinned under 
him. 

"No! No! Please don't do this! You said you wouldn't!" 
But he was pressing his hard cock against my wet and open 
cunt, gripping my hips, pushing powerfully into me. I 
cried out as he entered me, feeling myself stretching, 
opening more as he began to fill me. 

I was helpless as he continued to invade me, steadily 
advancing his cock deeper into me, groaning as he 
stretched me even further. Gripping my hips firmly, 
moving a little back and forth, he pushed fully into me, 
impaling me on his cock. A scream escaped me. I had never 
been this filled or this stretched. My legs and thighs 
were spread wide, and my whole being was centered on this 
huge cock filling me. I totally surrendered to him. 

It was far too late to stop him, I was helpless under him 
and he wasn't listening to my protests. I knew I was 
going to be fucked by this stud, and now there was 
nothing I could do about it. And then I remembered, I was 
fertile.

"Please don't come in me, I'm begging you! Please pull 
out before you come, I can't do this to my husband! You 
know I'm fertile."

"I promise I won't come in you!"

And then he began. He lifted my knees up and then started 
long slow thrusts in me, pulling almost all the way out 
each time. Finally I began to adjust to his huge size his 
cock filling me, pleasuring me, lifting me to heights I 
didn't think possible. He continued for a long time, 
steadily thrusting in and out of me, fucking me expertly, 
again lifting me to an erotic plateau, carefully 
sustaining me there. There was nothing but this powerful 
cock centered in my being, and now thrusting more firmly, 
my body jerking each time he pressed fully into me. 

He was grunting and moving faster in me, and I felt him 
swelling more, and I thought he was going to come in me, 
and I said "Oh no, don't, don't, please stop!"

At that moment I was overcome by a spasm in my vagina, 
which spread, to my cervix, to my uterus, filling my 
pelvis and spreading over my whole body. I cried out as I 
was caught up in the most erotic experience of my life, 
my body shaking, my legs closing over his thighs. 
Gripping my hips he pushed fully into me, holding himself 
against my cervix as I felt the head of his cock swelling 
even more, pulsating into me, spurting deep into my cunt 
which was in spasm around him.

I was helpless as he continued emptying himself into me, 
his body shuddering, groaning as he filled me with his 
semen. I was still on an orgasmic plateau, crying out 
again and again, faint with emotions I didn't believe 
possible. I was sure I could feel his sperm flooding my 
cervix and uterus, and impregnating me.

He kept his cock in me till I felt it softening, and then 
he slid out of me, leaving my cunt awash with his sperm. 
He placed his thighs on either side of mine, holding my 
thighs and legs pressed together, his weight on his 
elbows. Was he trying to keep all the semen inside me? I 
was still pinned beneath him, and it was some time before 
he finally moved off me. I lay there so drained I 
couldn't move, appalled by what I had done, shaken by the 
way this man had taken me and fucked me so thoroughly. I 
didn't know I was capable of such an erotic response. 

At that point I broke down and began crying. I had 
betrayed my husband at the worst possible time, probably 
pregnant by this man. He had expertly seduced me, step by 
step, and I had surrendered to him, and I couldn't 
entirely blame the alcohol. I knew his reputation, how he 
had charmed many women into having sex with him, and I 
had heard that he had a large cock, but the size was 
understated. It was very large and very thick. I thought 
I could stop him from having me but I was wrong. I was 
just left with remorse, and a cunt that was overflowing 
with his sperm which I knew was flowing into my uterus.

Brad tried to console me but I would have none of it. 
Finally I stopped sobbing and began to dress. When I had 
my panties on I could feel the crotch getting wet from 
our fluids. No one saw me when I left. I found the 
message light on when returned to my room. It was Tom 
trying to reach me, but I wasn't going to talk to him 
tonight-he would know something was wrong.

I was too exhausted to shower, and just went to bed, 
crying myself to sleep.

The phone awakened me in the morning. It was Tom, and he 
wanted to know why I didn't get his call, and I told him 
I fell asleep and didn't hear the phone. Then he told me 
the bad news-he wasn't going to be able to get away till 
the next day; that it was going to take more time to fix 
the problem. I wanted to return but he said to stay, that 
he would see me tomorrow, and I reluctantly agreed.

When Ray, the other assistant manager and his wife Gail, 
found out that Tom wouldn't return till the next day, 
they invited me to have dinner with them and I accepted. 
I didn't know till we were at the dining room that Brad 
was joining us, or I would have refused the invitation. 
We had dinner and he was very much the gentlemen, and 
never by word or glance indicated that anything had 
happened between us. After we had cocktails, and then 
wine with our dinner, I began to relax.

Brad escorted me to my room, asking if he could talk to 
me for a minute, and I agreed. I was trembling and 
nervous in his presence, remembering the night before. He 
apologized for what happened, saying he got carried away, 
and hoped I would forgive him. He moved to hold me, 
giving me a hug, but suddenly kissing me again. 

"Please don't! Last night was a mistake which I don't 
want to happen again!" But he ignored my protests, and 
held me in another kiss, and I found myself responding. I 
thought God, I couldn't let him take me again. But he was 
masterful as he held and stroked me, and I was becoming 
even more aroused. I pleaded weakly for him to stop, but 
he didn't. He handled me with authority, and began 
undressing me- my feeble attempts to resist were 
ineffectual. I heard myself whimpering as I realized how 
helpless I was in this man's arms.

I didn't try to resist as he took off my dress, and this 
was followed by my bra, my breasts exposed which he 
stroked till the nipples were erect. I was moaning then 
as he removed my slip, and finally my panties, the last 
barrier to my sex. As I stood there in only my garter 
belt and stockings, he quickly stripped, his cock 
beginning to swell. He lifted me in his arms and laid me 
on the bed. As he looked at me I felt myself moistening, 
my body flushing. He worked on me till I was moaning, 
helpless in his arms. He spread my legs easily, and then 
began to mount me, directing his thick cock against the 
wet lips of my vagina.

He held me as he began pushing firmly into me, feeling my 
cunt beginning to stretch as he dilated me, pushing more 
strongly, and I cried out as he entered me. My very 
helplessness increased the erotic pleasure I felt, as he 
continued to push further into me, pushing more till I 
cried out again as he filled me. My stocking clad legs 
were fully spread and lifted as he began fucking me with 
an intensity and power that overwhelmed me, waves of 
pleasure spreading over me.

He stroked deeper and faster into me, and I knew he was 
going to come in me again. I was aware of his cock 
swelling more, and I was suddenly overcome by an 
incredible orgasm that spread over me, my body spasaming, 
clutching him with my legs. I felt him shuddering as he 
came in me, his cock jerking, pulsing, and filling me 
again with his semen.

Finally he lifted off me, holding and caressing me, 
saying very little. I was lying there spread-eagled, my 
cunt open and our juices draining from me, lost in the 
blissful aftermath. Leaning against me I felt his cock 
hardening again.

"No more! I can't take any more!" My cunt was sore from 
the pounding he gave me. I asked him to leave as I said 
Tom might call. He left and Tom didn't call. He had 
flooded my uterus with his semen, and I just lay there 
spent, wet with his sperm. I had made my husband a 
cuckold again, betraying him once more, and worse, I was 
absolutely sure he had made me pregnant.

The next day I waited for Tom, but he didn't arrive. It 
was late in the day when he called and said that he was 
still unable to get away, as the plant problems weren't 
solved, but he was sure that he could come the next day, 
and would I wait for him? I said no, I wasn't going to 
stay any longer if he wasn't coming. I called the 
airlines but could not get a flight until the next day. 

I went shopping, and late in the day I returned to my 
room, and decided to stay there. I didn't want to see 
anyone, especially Brad. After soaking in the tub I 
ordered dinner and a bottle of wine. I had put on only a 
pair of lacy peach panties, a nightgown and robe, and 
after finishing dinner I turned on the TV, and tried to 
forget what had happened. But I couldn't! The memory of 
how he had seduced me and how I responded kept returning. 
I was moistening, remembering how he had filled me, and 
thoroughly fucked me. Adultery was something that other 
people did, and now I was one of these people.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. When 
I opened it Brad stepped into the room. He looked at me 
and I felt myself melting. I said "no, you can't come 
in!" but he did, pushing the door shut. He didn't speak, 
but lifted me in his arms and carried me to the bed. I 
did nothing to stop him as he slipped off my robe, 
pulling up my nightgown, and pushing me onto the bed. 

He stripped, his cock hardening, and smiled at me He 
started pulling off my panties, and I didn't resist. I 
felt incapable of any resistance. I knew I was going to 
be taken once more, and I surrendered, letting him spread 
my legs and mount me, now directing his very hard cock 
against my cunt. I welcomed the pain, the stretching of 
my muscles as I gave myself to him, crying out again as 
he entered me. I was disembodied, aware only of the 
powerful thrusting of his cock, pleasuring me once more. 
I was making whimpering noises, then moaning loudly, 
finally groaning and crying out as I was overwhelmed 
again with a powerful orgasm.

He continued laboring in me till he groaned and shuddered 
and came in me, filling me once more, pulsing into me, 
spurting into me again and again, and I welcomed the 
feeling of his sperm flowing into me, the incredible 
warmth of his come. 

When he finished and withdrew, I lay on my back, my legs 
and cunt open, his semen draining from me, but a lot was 
left in me. I pulled my panties on, pulling my nightgown 
down. We didn't speak-he held me and caressed me for a 
long time, and I felt him becoming hard again.

He ignored me when I said "no more!" I was still weak and 
helpless, and he easily rolled me onto my stomach, 
lifting my ass in the air, pushing my head and shoulders 
down. Pulling me to the edge of the bed, he flipped my 
nightie up, and drew my panties to my knees. He spread my 
thighs and easily entered me, quickly filling me with his 
cock. I had never been taken like this! I was humiliated. 
But I was responding, thinking how I looked with my 
rounded ass in the air, and his cock thrusting into me. I 
felt him swelling and coming into me again, and this 
triggered another orgasm, and I cried out again, shaken 
by the feelings sweeping over me. 

I thought God, would this never end? I had betrayed my 
husband again, made him a cuckold once more, allowing 
this man to plant horns on my husband's head. I began 
sobbing, resisting his attempts to comfort me. I was sure 
that he wanted to make me pregnant, enjoying the 
challenge, making another man's wife pregnant. He finally 
left, and I went to sleep, feeling my cunt still 
stretched and soaked with his semen, filling my fertile 
uterus.

In the morning I showered, and then looked at my naked 
body in the mirror, at my firm breasts, and my flat 
stomach, knowing it would soon begin swelling with this 
man's baby.

I got my flight home, and waited for Tom. He was happy to 
see me, telling me he was so sorry about our failed 
plans. I said maybe there's still a chance that I was 
fertile, and that night we made love, and he remarked 
that I was very loose, and I said that might be because I 
was still ovulating, but I knew the real reason. We made 
love again in the morning, and again the next night. 

As expected, I was pregnant, and I know it was Brad's 
baby I was carrying, and Brad knew it also, enjoying the 
fact that he was the cause of my abdomen swelling, 
gloating that he had cuckolded my husband, and made me 
pregnant. I was humiliated that I had had been taken and 
used by him, added to his lists of conquests. I kept 
remembering those three nights, mentally experiencing 
those erotic encounters, which were never repeated.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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