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by Selena Kitt


  It wasn’t long before she didn’t feel guilty at all. Aaron cried out, “Oh Fuck!” Then, he said something that sent Nikki on another spiral of orgasmic excitement. He said, almost crying as he did, “Can I cum? Can I cum?” Asking permission like that was so damned out of character, and it sent explosions over Nikki so that she moved her hips frantically beneath him. He repeated his request, begging with even more urgency.

  “Just a second,” Tori breathed out. “Just a second….” She began moving harder and faster, moaning loudly and then screamed, “Okay! Okay! Fuck!”

  Aaron groaned and even though his body stiffened as he came, he still thrust into her over and over because Tori fucked his ass furiously as she came as well. Shit! They were all three cumming at the same time, and if there was ever a moment in her life more glorious than that one, she couldn’t recall it. She didn’t exactly black out but everything distilled into nothing but Aaron’s weight atop her and Tori’s weight atop him.

  Tori kept up the pace for a while but finally stopped moving and Nikki watched as she tenderly kissed Aaron’s neck and shoulders. Aaron moaned softly and kissed Nikki. Finally, Nikki felt the weight decrease and watched Tori get off the bed. Aaron didn’t. He stayed on top of Nikki, kissing her and holding her. Tori held him tightly, awash with the tenderness of his embrace. She felt pressure at her ass as Tori very gently worked the plug out. Still Aaron stayed right where he was on top of her. He broke the kiss of only when Tori said, “I’m going to let myself out. You two have a great night and don’t be late for your appointment this week.”

  Nikki stared in shock. Tori was dressed and packed up and even looked like she’d cleaned up a bit in the bathroom. From the expression on Aaron’s face, she could tell he was shocked at how much time they’d spent just kissing and holding each other. They said goodbye to Tori and only after they heard the front door close did Aaron say, “Was it that obvious I wanted to sleep with her?” Nikki giggled but didn’t say anything. “I mean,” he said, “I was turned on.” He looked a little guilty. “I kind of fantasized about having a threesome, too.”

  Nikki giggled again. “Well you got your fantasy, Baby.”

  He laughed. “I got the threesome but that was nothing like my fantasy.” Nikki felt a sudden burst of fear but he added, “And I have no idea why but it was better.” Nikki kissed him again and then pushed him away.

  “I need a shower,” she said.

  He smiled and said. “Nope. You need a bath.” He rolled off and said, “I’ll go start it for you.” She smiled and got off the bed with him and they both crossed into the master bath. They bathed together but without anything sexual, just sweet and romantic time together. When they got up, they dried off and made their way to the front room. Tori giggled because all of the ingredients for the recipe were still laid out. Thankfully, she’d kept the chicken in the refrigerator.

  “Go wait in the living room, Babe,” she said. “I’ll cook you something.”

  Aaron refused, pick up his cell phone, and ordered delivery. He took her hand and said, “Let’s watch something. You can even hold the remote.” Nikki giggled and the two of them made their way to the living room. They were just about to sit down when Nikki saw it. It was one of the paper shopping bags from the gym, and Tori had scrawled their names on it. She opened it and then dumped out the contents. Inside was a note from Tori that read simply, “Have fun.” There were also a number of lengths of that same rope.

  The thing that really excited Nikki, though, was in a sealed plastic package. It was just like Tori’s except instead of being double-sided and red, it was double-sided and pink. She looked at Aaron. She could see the lust in his expression. Fun. That was definitely on the agenda. It wasn’t going to be hard to obey Tori’s last instruction of the evening. It wasn’t going to be hard at all.

  The End

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  Watching the Doctor Knock Up My Wife - Desiree Hart

  Watching the Doctor Knock Up My Wife - Desiree Hart

  I was lying in bed reading a news article on my tablet when my wife, Kimberly, walked into our master bedroom. She had just gotten out of the shower and had apparently gotten dressed while in the bathroom. She had on a sheer negligee that left barely anything to the imagination.

  With her long hair still wet, Kimberly looked like a goddess stepping out from the sea. Her ample breasts, barely concealed by the flimsy fabric, were begging to be sucked and her ass was beautifully on display.

  I was the man lucky enough to have that gorgeous body all to myself. I should have been more than ready to pounce on her and ravish her nubile body. That was what just about any other man in my position would have done, and it was exactly what my wife had wanted when she put on that sexy lingerie outfit. Yet, instead of feeling horny and excited, I was feeling anxious as hell.

  You see, Kimberly and I had agreed to trying for a baby a little over a year ago. And ever since then, my wife would put on the skimpiest of outfits to seduce me every time her calendar indicated that she was ovulating for the month.

  At first, I was quite happy with this arrangement. Sliding inside my wife's pussy without having to worry about putting on a rubber was quite the experience after years of supporting the condom industry. And it was quite a stroke to my male ego, hearing her exclaim for me to put a baby inside of her whenever I was close to cumming.

  So why was I no longer eager to spend the evening trying to knock up my wife? No, it wasn't because I had grown tired of fucking my wife bareback. But rather, it was because it had been over a year already, and my wife wasn't any more pregnant than before we had started trying for a baby.

  A few months ago, Kimberly started worrying about how long it was taking me to impregnate her. So she went to the fertility clinic, and the doctor said she definitely wasn't the problem. Ever since then, she had been on my case about visiting the fertility specialist to see if there was something wrong with my sperm count. Needless to say, I wasn't exactly thrilled about it and had been putting it off ever since.

  So now that it was obviously my wife's most fertile time of the month again, I was feeling way too much pressure to actually want to perform. Still, that didn't stop Kimberly from trying to get me in the mood.

  She crawled onto the bed and took away the tablet I was holding in my hand. She plopped the electronic reading device on the nightstand next to my side of the bed and straddled my lap. Her tongue probed my mouth open, and she kissed me with a sense of urgency.

  She was grinding her barely covered pussy against my crotch, and I wanted so badly to give my wife the hard pounding she obviously wanted and deserved. But tried as I might, I couldn't get myself to loosen up enough to hold an erection for her. I was too overly concerned about disappointing her once again by failing to impregnate her. So instead, I ended up proving myself to be an even bigger loser by failing to even get my cock up for my wife.

  Still, that wasn't enough to dissuade Kimberly. She pulled out my limp cock and pumped it in the palm of her hand, hoping to breathe some new life into it. When that didn't work, she got down there and sucked my cock with everything she had. But it proved to be nothing more than a waste of effort from her because my dick remained limp and small.

  "What's going on, Jason? Don't you find me attractive anymore?" she asked as she got up to face me again.

  "Of course I still find you attractive, Kimberly. If anything, I think you've gotten hotter since we first started dating years ago," I reassured her.

  "Then why aren't you getting hard for me?" she asked with frustration.


  "It's not you; it's me," I said.

  "Are you really going to feed me that cliché of a line for an answer?" she asked.

  "You're right. It does sound cliché. And I'm sorry about that but it's true," I said.

  "Talk to me, Jason. Tell me what's bothering you. Why is our sex life suddenly down the drain?" she asked.

  "Honestly, it's this whole trying for a baby thing. I know how much you've been wanting to be pregnant, and I want it just as much as you do, but for whatever reason, I'm failing to put a baby inside of you," I finally blurted out.

  "Oh Jason, did I inadvertently put too much pressure on you? If I did, then I'm really sorry about that. I really didn't mean to and I certainly have never even thought about blaming you for us not having a baby yet. We're in this together as a couple. I just wish you would listen to me about going to the fertility specialist. That way, if there really is an issue with your sperm count, we can at least do something about it. So please, will you go to the doctor for me? For us?" she asked in her sweet pleading voice.

  "Yes, dear. I'll make an appointment first thing in the morning," I said as I held her in my arms and kissed her goodnight.

  * * *

  True to my words, I called the doctor's office and made an appointment as soon as I had my first cup of coffee in hand. The medical receptionist was able to fit me in for the following day. That was sooner than I had expected, but I went along with it because I wanted to cheer up my wife after letting her down just the night before.

  As soon as I saw my wife that evening, I told her about my scheduled appointment with the fertility specialist for the next day. She was so happy that I was finally willing to get to the root of the problem with her that she basically threw herself at me.

  Then she said to me, "I don't want to put any pressure on you tonight. So let's not worry about getting me pregnant. Let's just have fun exploring each other's bodies like we used to. We can even use a condom if that's what you want."

  Her words were like music to my ears, and it helped me to grow an erection like I had not been able to achieve in months. I pinned her down onto the bed and kissed her neck while my lower body was grinding against hers. She moaned lustfully and pulled me down towards her cleavage, as if to get me to start lavishing my attention on her beautiful breasts.

  I unbuttoned her blouse, the one she had worn to work all day. Her lacey black bra came into view then, and I couldn't help but wonder momentarily why she was wearing such a sexy bra to work. But that question didn't last long in my mind because I was much more concerned about making good use of the hardest erection I had in months. Besides, her ample tits were looking too damn hot for me to worry much about anything else.

  I reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Then I threw the lacy fabric to the other side of the bed. Kimberly was fucking gorgeous with her tits on full display like that, and it was only a matter of seconds before I had those succulent nipples in my eager mouth.

  She arched her back, effectively thrusting even more of her breast in my mouth. I happily suckled and gave those luscious mounds the attention they deserved. Meanwhile, my wife was clawing at my pants, unzipping me and trying to set my cock free.

  Seeing how much she wanted to have access to my cock in that moment, I took a break from worshiping her tits to strip out of my clothes. She immediately grasped my hard cock and placed it in her mouth, sucking me as if her life depended on it.

  The image of my wife bobbing up and down in front of me was enough to make me want to cum. But I refused to let her down again. So to hold myself off from cumming right then and there, I started going through my list of things to do for the next day at work. Only after I was able to get a handle on myself did I dare to stay in the moment with my lovely wife again.

  Kimberly looked as if she was more than willing to suck me dry. But I didn't want to risk not being able to get hard again after cumming in her mouth. So I withdrew my cock from those pouty lips of hers and reached inside my nightstand for a condom to put on. Then I placed Kimberly's feet on my shoulders and entered her sopping wet pussy.

  After all that we had been through lately, I wanted so badly to give my wife a memorable fuck session. I wanted to hear her moan and scream my name for hours on end. Sadly, that wasn't meant to be. Having gone so long without properly fucking my wife, it took less than five minutes for me to cum.

  I wished I could of said that despite it being a quickie, I was still able to give Kimberly the orgasmic release she was craving for. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. If anything, I probably saw a look of disappointment on her face as I came without giving her enough time to join me in the land of orgasmic bliss.

  So I did what any doting husband would have done. I pulled my spent cock out of her pussy and crawled in between her legs. I used my mouth, tongue, and fingers to give her what my cock was unable to give her earlier. Then when she finally came, I was rewarded with the sweet taste of her nectar juice.

  * * *

  On the morning of my scheduled meeting with the fertility specialist, I woke up feeling rather apprehensive. I was about to get a straight answer about whether I could ever actually knock up my wife, and I wasn't so sure I was ready for the truth. But my wife deserved to know the truth either way. So I placed my male ego aside and drove to see the doctor early that fateful morning.

  Upon my arrival at the doctor's office, I was greeted by a cute blonde receptionist. She handed me the forms to fill out, and I couldn't help but feel self-conscious knowing that the she knew I was having a hard time impregnating my wife.

  I sat down in one of the chairs in the waiting room and filled out the forms. Then I handed them in to the receptionist and waited for my name to be called.

  I sat in the waiting room for about fifteen minutes before I finally heard a medical assistant called my name. During those fifteen minutes, I thought incessantly about Kimberly and how much she had been wanting to have a baby. What would happen to our marriage if it turned out that there really was something wrong with my sperm count? Would that be enough of a reason for my loving wife to leave me? Would she want us to give in vitro fertilization a try? Could we afford the treatments?

  The more I thought about it, the more worried I became about our future together. So in a way, I was kind of relieved when the medical assistant finally came to show me into the medical exam room. At the very least, she was able to interrupt me from all of those negative thoughts while ushering me in to see the specialist.

  Unfortunately for me, the comfort of distraction didn't last long. Because once inside the doctor's exam room, I was asked to sit and wait some more. Seriously, what was the deal with all the waiting around at doctor's offices? I mean, wasn't the point of having a scheduled appointment so that we didn't have to wait upon arrival? At this rate, I might as well had been a walk-in patient. But then again, I guessed that's why they called us patients; we needed a lot of patience to put up with all the waiting around that we're required to do whenever we make a visit to the doctor's office.

  I was left in the room alone with my thoughts for about 15 minutes. That was fifteen minutes of me running a bunch of worst case scenarios in my head in regards to my fertility and the future of my marriage. Needless to say, I was more than thrilled when the doctor finally knocked on the exam room's door to announce his arrival.

  The doctor walked in and offered his hand for me to shake. He introduced himself as Dr. Mullen and proceeded to ask me a bunch of questions about my sexual health. Let's just say that it wasn't exactly a proud moment for me to have to admit to another man that I was having difficulty maintaining an erection and that I was ejaculating too soon while having sex with my wife.

  Once the questionnaire was done and out of the way, Dr. Mullen announced that it was time for him to get a blood sample from me for the hormone testing that would determine how much testosterone I had inside my body.

  I looked the other way as the doctor inserted the needle into my arm. I winced from the pain and bri
efly thought about how much more it was going to hurt if the test results did in fact showed that I had a deficit in male testosterone.

 

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