by Sienna Harte
“Feel good?” I asked, removing the hand when she had ceased.
“Yeah,” she moaned. “Again!”
I pulled out slowly, causing a slow wail to leave my wife’s lips. Then, more quickly than the first time, I impaled her once more. This time Emily was ready; she bit down on her pillow, screaming in delight.
I continued this way for many strokes: out slowly, then thrusting into her at a brutal speed, stretching her pussy to its limits. My stamina surprised me; I climbed high then fell before peaking, allowing me to keep going on and on. I felt Emily’s pussy clench around me and I knew she was close to cumming.
Pulling out suddenly, I flipped her over. The expression on her face was priceless; she looked confused and nearly angry. That is, until I grabbed onto her ankles and pulled her hips onto mine. I fucked her like a toy, jackhammering her with my cock while the rest of her body jerked about. She fucking loved it.
I clamped a hand back over her mouth to muffle the screams and moans. I’d forgotten how loud she could get when she was getting fucked so hard. She seemed to be trying hard to keep her eyes open, on me, my body, her body, our genitals colliding and rebounding in rapid succession to push her over the edge.
Her pussy began to clench again, and she gave way to pleasure and closed her eyes. I knew when it happened. Her hips bucked, legs clenched and unclenched, folded and unfolded, and her arms wrapped around my neck like a vice as she screamed into my chest, repeating my name over and over.
The visual of her cumming put me over the edge and not long after, I came as well. Over and over I pumped her pussy with every last drop of my sticky white cum, until all that was left to do was pull out.
Wrapped in each other’s embraces, we fell asleep without our clothes on and without bothering to clean up the mess. It was the first time we had made love in over a year, and the first time my wife had initiated sex in three. I was happy.
Two weeks later, my wife called me while I was at work.
“Ted, it’s urgent,” she said in a warbled voice. “Please call back. Please Ted.”
I made my apologies to my colleagues and stepped out, dialing her cell phone number frantically.
“Ted, oh thank god,” she cried upon answering.
“Honey? Honey what’s wrong? What’s the matter, are you okay?”
“Ted, I know I shouldn’t be telling you this over the phone while you’re at work but I’m pregnant! Ted I’m pregnant!” This was all she could manage until she collapsed into a fit of tears.
I tried to feign surprise.
“Oh, wow,” I said. “How could that be?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know!” she said. “We’ve been careful, and we’ve been watching the calendar…using condoms, everything! I just don’t know.”
“Maybe you’re just late, hon,” I suggested. Wrong move.
“I’m not ‘just late’!” she shrieked. “I took a test. I took three, actually. It’s official, I’m pregnant.”
“Can we…” I searched for the words. “Can we just talk when I get home? Babe?”
But Emily had hung up the phone. I tried to call her back three times, getting nothing but the voice answering machine.
I sighed, burying my cell in the jacket of my suit, and reentered the building. I couldn’t stop the rising of hope in my heart.