Winter's Heat

I knew the trip was a bad idea.

We had talked about renting the cabin in the mountains for ages, my husband Mike and I, and our neighbors Malik and Sala. They were Senegalese, although both of them had grown up here -- their parents emigrated around the same time and became friends. Likewise, we and they became friends after moving into the neighborhood at the same time, when Sala and I were both pregnant. We joked about our kids growing up together and ending up married just like they had done.

And now that they were toddlers, we joked that they were twins -- our son and their daughter each had an unruly mass of curls, although he was even lighter-skinned and blonde than either Mike or I, and she was as dark as her parents.

We didn't just joke about the kids ending up together. Privately, Mike and I teased each other about being attracted to our neighbors. Not that you could blame either of us. He was tall and athletic and handsome, with an easygoing charm. She was practically a supermodel -- tall and slender, with high cheekbones and flawless skin I was very, very jealous of. She kept her hair shaved almost to the skin, which just showed off her beautiful face even more. The four of us were very flirty when we were together, but none of it went further than that.

So no one thought twice about Malik and I driving up together. Our offices were near each other, and our spouses worked from home, so they were going to drive up together with the kids. I was a little worried about the blizzard that was supposed to be on the way, but Mike reassured me it'd be fine. The cabin had a fireplace, and a hot tub, and the kids could play in the snow for the first time.

Except that's not how it went. It was snowing hard, and the driving was rough on the interstate. When we got off the highway, we crawled along, as the last thing I wanted was to end up in a ditch. By the time we were getting close to the cabin, it was already dark. Finally, all that was left was a steep road up to the cabin. I shifted down to first gear, I went slowly, and inched the car up the hill. But halfway up, we started to slide. I panicked and hit the gas, and that just made the tires spin and the car slide backwards even faster. I pumped the brake, turned the wheel this way and that, but it was no use. We careened back down the hill, until I heard a crash, and suddenly I was looking down at Malik -- the car was tipped at a 45 degree angle.

To his credit, he stayed calm. He told me to open my door and try and climb out -- his was completely blocked by snow. I pushed hard on the door, but I pushed too hard and slid out of my seat and fell into a snowbank. The snow closed in over my head, and I had a panicked moment when I didn't know which way was up and wasn't sure I could breathe. Until I felt strong arms wrap around me and pick me up. Malik steadied me and I held onto him for support. Rattled by everything that happened, I started sobbing uncontrollably. I had crashed the car, I was covered in snow which had soaked me to the skin, it was pitch black out, and I didn't really even know where we were.

Malik stayed calm. The cabin was just at the top of the hill, we just needed to climb up and get indoors. I could already feel the frost biting me, and I knew he was right. If I didn't hold it together and get somewhere warm, I'd freeze to death.

The walk up the hill wasn't easy. Both of us slipped and slid back down a few times, and we were both freezing and soaking wet by the time we finally found the cabin. But we barely found it -- it was completely dark. The storm had knocked out the power. No hot tub, no electric heater, no phone service, no way to get help. It was barely less cold inside than it was outside.

The enormity of it all hit me. "What are we going to do?" I asked, weakly.

"First things first, we're not going to freeze to death." He sounded a little nervous, but was a lot more confident that I was. "I know how this is going to sound, but we have to take all our clothes off. These wet clothes will start to freeze, and then that's it. We have to get naked and dry off."

Malik was an EMT, so I knew this was his medical training kicking in and not some ploy. And I was too cold to argue. We put our wet coats, boots and sweaters in a pile in one corner of the room. He didn't hesitate to start unbuttoning his shirt. I had seen his smooth, muscular chest plenty of times, and I won't pretend it didn't get me a little excited every time. Even this time, with much bigger things to worry about.

There was no point in being self-conscious, I reached to unbutton my blouse. But my fingers were numb and blanched white from the cold, and I couldn't get a grip on the buttons. I again had that sinking feeling that everything was going wrong and it was my fault.

I felt a hand on mine. "Let me help," Malik said softly. I stood there trembling as, one by one, he undid the buttons and peeled my wet shirt off. Not all of that trembling was from the cold. I was acutely aware that my wet bra was practically transparent, and my nipples were sticking out like bullets from the cold.

"I--my bra... I can't..."

He just nodded reassuringly. I stood perfectly still, heart pounding in my chest, as he reached behind me and expertly unhooked my bra. I made no move to cover myself as he pulled the fabric away from my bare breasts. I wasn't shy about being topless around other women in the locker room or the sauna, but the last time a man other than Mike had seen my breasts was before I met him.

It was only to stop from freezing to death, I told myself. I hooked my numb fingers around the waist of my panties, and slid them down my legs. I had gotten a wax only that morning, expecting a romantic evening with Mike once we got here. I felt extra naked as my sex was fully exposed. I saw Malik take a long look, drinking in the sight of my nude body, and again, I made no effort to cover up.

"Well, no more wet clothes." I tried to sound as nonchalant as I could.

"It's just so we don't freeze, I promise." He was warm and reassuring as ever. But he never took his eyes off of me, even as he slid his boxers down his legs. His penis was shriveled from the cold and not much to look at, but I wasn't going to hold that against him -- Mike was a grower too. But when he said "towels," and turned to find the bathroom, I couldn't take my eyes off his ass. He was built like a marble sculpture, and I was as transfixed by his body as he had been by mine.

We toweled off and I felt, well, still cold as fuck, but the shivering had stopped and I could feel my fingers again. We talked for a while, mostly worried about our spouses and the kids -- were they trapped in the snow? Had they turned back? Were they okay? There was no way of knowing, and nothing we could do about it from here. It was weird to be just chatting idly, stark naked, but I stopped being self-conscious soon enough, as we get into practical matters: We had to try and get the car moving in the morning and get someplace with cell service.

In the meantime, there was nothing to do but go to bed. Malik agreed that getting under some blankets would be the best thing for the cold, so we retired to separate bedrooms.

That lasted about ten minutes. My bed had two thin blankets and they barely did anything against the freezing temperatures. I wrestled with the implications of what I was about to ask, but honestly, not for very long.

"It's fucking freezing in there. I think we need to huddle together for warmth."

In hindsight, I don't know why I didn't wrap myself in blankets before I asked. Instead I stood in Malik's doorway naked, blankets bunched up under one arm. He looked my body up and down, and I think we both knew we were heading for trouble. But maybe that's why I didn't cover myself up. On some level, maybe I wanted a little trouble.

"I think that's a good idea. I'm still shivering under these blankets."

"These blankets are shit."

He laughed.

"Well, more of them can't hurt." I piled mine on top of his, and then slid under the covers next to him. I lay on my side with my back to him, and he pressed his body against mine and put an arm around my waist.

"Oh my God, you're so warm."

"Body heat is a remarkable thing."

I pressed myself against his warm body and put my arm over his, squeezing his hand.

"What would Mike and Sala say if they could see us."

He laughed. "We're all friends here. I think we can be adults about all of this."

"Oh, of course." And at the moment, I'm sure we both meant it.

For some endless stretch of time, it was enough just feeling his warm body against mine, just not being paralyzed by freezing cold. The shitty blankets were enough to trap some heat, and I started to feel fully human again.

But Malik was only human too. I started to feel something poking against the cleft of my ass. The tip of his penis was nestled against the bottom of my ass, nudging insistently. I felt it growing, inching its way up my ass crack, pressed between our bodies. It didn't stop until the head was resting against the small of my back. I couldn't help myself. I reached behind me and took it in my hand. My fingers could barely wrap all the way around it. He was huge!

"I'm so sorry! I swear it's involuntary. I'm just finally warm..."

I gently shushed him. "It's okay. I'm feeling the same way." I guided his hand from my belly down below my legs. His fingers instinctively separated my labia and felt the wetness that had been building up in me for some time now.

"It's just a natural reaction. We're just keeping warm." Was I trying to reassure him or myself?

We were just two friends, protecting each other from the cold, nothing more. Except I couldn't bring myself to let go of his cock. And I held his hand between my legs, fingers pressed up against my sex. He started rubbing my pussy with his middle finger, and I encouraged him, moving my hand with his, back and forth, back and forth. I felt his cock harden even more as my ass rubbed against it, and my pussy got even wetter in response. We're just keeping warm, I told myself.

It only took a few minutes until I was audibly moaning. My hand left his to slide two fingers inside myself as he rubbed my clit. I could feel an orgasm building in the distance. But it wasn't quite there yet. I shouldn't be doing this, I thought. I shouldn't be doing any of this. But after the stress of the evening, and the cold, I was hot and horny and needed relief. I needed to come badly. Any voice in my head telling me this was a bad idea was drowned out by a chorus of lust.

My hand still gripped firmly around Malik's cock, I slid my ass along the entire long shaft of it, until it broke free and was between my legs. He moved his hand away as I rubbed his cock against my pussy. It felt hard as stone as I dragged my clit up and down his impressive length. He must have been twice as big as my husband. No wonder Sala was always in such a good mood.

But I was just rubbing myself, nothing more. I just needed to come, and that would be the end of it. I lied to myself for a good two or three minutes before I gave in. I pushed his cockhead to my waiting pussy, and even as wet as I was, I basically had to shove him inside me.

"Oh fuck!" I gasped. "You're so fucking big."

Malik moaned in my ear, but then caught himself. "We shouldn't."

"Just for a minute. Just until I come."

"Just for a minute," he said softly. I think we both knew it was a lie.

He held my hips, and pushed a few inches into me.

"Oh my fucking God." I was gasping for breath. I hadn't felt anything really stretch my pussy out since giving birth. It felt incredible, and I wanted more. I wiggled my hips and pushed myself onto him, and was rewarded with a few more inches. He was as deep inside me as Mike ever got, and I still had a lot more dick to go.

"Are you okay?" Malik could have easily overpowered me, but he was gentle and kind, and even more nervous about this than I was.

"Oh, fuck yes. It feels incredible."

"You don't want me to stop?"

"Fuck no. I want every inch."

He held himself inside me for a long moment, before finally coming to a decision.

"Okay. If we're going to do this, let's do this for real."

He slid one hand from my hip, slowly up my side, and then cupped my breast. As he squeezed my nipple, he kissed the side of my neck. His other arm went around my waist, holding me steady as he started thrusting into me. I cried out again and again, each thrust taking him deeper and deeper inside me. It felt unreal, feeling his cock reach places no man had ever been. It was like losing my virginity all over again. I had fucked a dozen men in my life, and suddenly it felt like none of that counted. Only now was I being fucked for real for the first time.

It was the most intense feeling I had ever experienced. Every nerve in my pussy was on fire, and getting hotter with every thrust. When my long-awaited orgasm finally hit, it was bigger than any I had ever had. I screamed, my body convulsed, I was drenched with sweat. And in the middle of it, I felt a jab as Malik hit my cervix. It hurt, and it was the best feeling in the world. I started coming again before the first one had even stopped.

I lay there, gasping for breath, tears streaming from the corners of my eyes, unable to form words. Malik just held me, his massive cock still lodged deep in my belly, and I put my arms over his and squeezed him tight.

After a long moment, he whispered in my ear. "So... just until you come?"

I wiggled my hips and ground myself on his cock. "Don't you dare stop now."

He kissed my neck again, and in one smooth motion, grabbed my wrist and rolled me onto my stomach, his cock still buried deep inside me. I instinctively lifted my ass up to meet his thrusts. He alternated between pressing body against mine, with his hands on my breasts, and straightening his back and holding my hips to thrust into me deeper. I didn't care what he did as long as he didn't stop fucking me.

He spent what felt like an hour stretching my pussy to its limits, his pace never slackening, just a steady rhythm, each thrust making me feel more full than I ever had. At one point, a thought entered my mind: I wasn't on birth control. The pill killed my libido, which Mike hated, so we used condoms. He didn't mind, because he lasted longer wrapped up. That clearly wasn't a problem Malik had.

He had lasted a long time, but at some point, he was going to cum deeper inside me than any man ever had. There was a good chance his sperm would make me pregnant. I should have found that thought upsetting, I should have panicked, I should have put a stop to it. But instead I felt a warm wave of acceptance. I was getting the best fucking of my life, of course that was going to end with him filling my pussy with sperm. Of course that sperm was going to seek out my egg and try and make a baby. It was the most natural thing in the world. At that moment, I couldn't imagine not wanting this man who was fucking me so well to make me pregnant.

Again, the rational part of my brain spoke up. I couldn't have another man's baby. Mike would hate me forever. He'd divorce me. It was bad, it was wrong. But it didn't feel that way. I imagined Malik filling up my womb with his sperm. I imagined my belly swelling up with his baby. The thought had barely entered my head when I found myself coming again. I wasn't even touching myself. I had never come just from fucking before, not with Mike, not with anyone before him.

I came out of my orgasmic haze clear-eyed and content, as Malik's steady thrusting continued unabated. He was going to keep fucking me, he was going to come in me, his sperm was going to flood my womb and make a baby inside of me. It had all been decided. It felt overwhelmingly right, in a way very few things in my life ever had. I happily accepted my fate, and cleared my head of everything but the incredible sensations Malik's big cock were unleashing deep in my pussy. That incredible feeling of being stretched to my limits went on and on. I wanted it to last forever. But eventually Malik broke rhythm. He grabbed my hips and thrust harder into me than he ever had.

"I'm going to cum." His breathing was ragged. He was very close.

"Don't stop," I moaned. "Don't stop."

That was all he needed to hear. His fingernails dug into my sides. He slammed his cock into me hard. It started hurting with every thrust, and I fucking loved it.

"Do it." I growled at him through gritted teeth. "Cum for me. Deep inside me. Make me pregnant."

Malik cried out as if he was in agony. He gave one last thrust that slammed into my cervix hard, and I screamed in pain and pleasure as I felt his cock jerking inside of me. I knew he was shooting jet after jet of potent sperm directly into my fertile womb, and I had never been more satisfied in my life.

He held me there for a long minute, his fingers still dug into my hips, his cock slowly deflating and leaking more cum into my deepest recesses. Finally he let out an exhausted sigh and rolled onto his back, his cock taking a long time to slide all the way out of me. I draped myself across his chest and pulled the blankets tight over us, practically purring like a kitten. We snuggled together for a long time, and I thought maybe he had fallen asleep, when he quietly said, "did you mean what you said?"

"About huddling together for warmth? I think it worked. I'm very, very hot now."

He didn't laugh. "About making you pregnant."

My body tensed up. I'm sure he felt it. After the stress of the car crash, I needed a little bubble free from worry, and now that bubble had burst.

"I'm sorry. I should have said something before. I'm not on the pill."

"Fuck. So you mean..."

"Yeah." I started to tear up. "I'm so sorry. I got caught up in the moment, and well, in the moment I really wanted it to happen. No one's ever fucked me like that. And you had just saved my life. And I just got carried away. I'm so sorry I didn't say anything."

Malik tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. "Fuck. Sala's going to kill me."

I let out a bitter laugh. "Are you kidding? Mike's going to chop me up and bury me in the backyard."

We lay there for a long minute, a palpable feeling of dread weighing us down more than the blankets could hope to. But after silently worrying about destroying my marriage and who knows how much more of my life, Malik started gently stroking my back.

"I mean... we didn't freeze to death."

"That's true. They should be happy about that."

"Mike should really be thanking me, if you think about it."

"Oh, he definitely should. I'm sure he'll see it that way."

That elicited a chuckle. We were both doomed, but at least he wasn't mad at me. I pulled myself up to look Malik in the eyes, and for the first time, I kissed him.

"I don't care. I mean, I know I'm in for a lot of shit when I get home. But I don't regret any of it. I probably won't get pregnant from one night. But if I do... fuck it. We'll make a beautiful baby together. Maybe they'll forgive us, maybe they won't. I don't want to worry about it tonight." I kissed him again. "Tonight I just want you."

He kissed me back, passionately, and before I knew it, I was on my back and he was ten inches deep in my pussy again. We made love this time. Slowly, passionately. It lasted for ages. I came twice more before he finally whispered in my ear, "where do you want it?"

What else was I going to say? "Inside me. Deep inside me."

"Do you want my baby."

"Oh god yes. Fuck yes. Yes. Yes. Yes."

Yes. I chanted it over and over as he fucked me hard and well, as he pinned me down and flooded my womb with his sperm for a second time. Again he held himself inside me for a long time, as I kept whispering "yes" in his ear. With his body still over mine keeping me warm, I drifted off to sleep, fantasizing about his baby growing inside me.

----

When I woke up, the bed was still warm, but Malik was gone. I stayed in bed, wanting to hold onto the warmth under the covers, savoring the soreness in my pussy from being so well-fucked the night before. At some point, I'd have to get up and pee, but for now I was in heaven and had no desire to go anywhere.

Except I was startled out of my reverie by a loud slam.

"God damn, it's cold out there!"

I jumped out of bed and ran into the main room to see what was going on. I burst out laughing at the sight of Malik, bare-ass naked, carrying a load of firewood in his arms. If we had had any neighbors I can't imagine what they would have made of the sight of a naked black man walking around in the snow.

"There was a wood pile next to the house! We just didn't see it in the dark."

I shook my head. "Why didn't you put clothes on?"

"They're frozen solid." He stepped on the pile of clothes from the night before with his bare foot, and I heard ice cracking. "We'll start a fire, dry the clothes, and then we can make our way back to the car and get our suitcases."

As always, Malik had a well-ordered plan. The cabin was at least well stocked with matches and kindling, and we soon had a roaring fire going. The heat on my naked body felt especially intense. But it was nothing compared to the heat inside me.

"So... what should we do while we wait for the clothes to dry?" I asked in my sweetest, most innocent voice, and squeezed my breasts as I asked. Malik put his strong arms around me and kissed me, and we made out like teenagers, our naked bodies pressed together, sweating from the fire and our passion for each other, until I couldn't take it any more and pushed him down onto the rug. I rode his magnificent cock for an hour, and my reward was three powerful orgasms and another load of potent sperm right where nature intended.

Afterwards, I lay across his chest, and enjoyed the feeling of sperm leaking out of me and running across my thigh and onto his. There was so much of it. And probably ten times as much still inside me, counting the night before. I lay there for a long time, just enjoying the warmth of his muscular body and the crackling fire, until Malik quietly spoke up.

"You could always take the morning after pill."

"Yeah, I guess." I didn't mean to sound so disappointed. "No, you're right, I definitely should. I will."

It was the only thing that made sense. So why was I overwhelmed with sadness? Of course I shouldn't have Malik's baby. I was happily married. I honestly was. I loved my husband, the last thing I wanted was for him to leave me, or hate me for the rest of my life. I didn't want to think about the effect that would have on our son. But my body had other ideas. From the moment I pressed Malik's fingers against my pussy the night before, I had an overwhelming need to feel his cock inside me, shooting his sperm into me, fertilizing my egg and planting his baby in my belly. When we got home, I'd take the pill, for the sake of my marriage, but on a deep, profound level, I didn't want to.

I lay there for a long time, fantasizing about my belly swelling up with his baby, heartbroken that I wouldn't get to feel that. Until I had another feeling in my belly that was too powerful to ignore.

"I'm starving." We hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday, and I had had a lot of exertion since then. There was nothing in the house but a sugar bowl and ketchup in the fridge, but I had some extra snacks for the kids in the car. Our clothes weren't frozen stiff, but they were still damp, and Malik insisted that staying dry was better protected from the cold than bundling up. Going outside naked to get firewood "wasn't that bad." So against my better judgement, I went outside with him, naked, to find the car.

It was pretty fucking bad! Almost immediately, my nipples were painfully hard and my fingers and toes were numb. There was no way to avoid knee-deep snow. Every time we stopped for even a minute I pressed my naked body against Malik's, hoping for a little precious body heat. We managed to make it down the hill to the car. It was half off the road and in a huge snowdrift. There was no way we'd be able to move it without a tow truck. But we were able to get the snack bag and our suitcases out, and make it back to the house without getting frostbite.

We crouched naked in front of the fire, wolfing down goldfish crackers and fruit snacks while the feeling came back in our extremities. We'd need real food at some point, but it was something in our stomachs. By the time I was starting to feel a sheen of sweat from the fire, Malik pointed out that we had dry clothes in the suitcases and could finally get dressed.

I stood up and ran my hands across my nude body. I turned and wiggled my ass at him. "What if I don't want to?"

Malik playfully threw an arm out to grab my ass, and I squealed and ran away. He got up and chased me all around the little cabin, getting close enough to swat my ass a few times, but never catching me. Finally I felt strong hands grab my wrists tightly.

"Got you!"

I backed up against him, rubbing my ass against his cock, which even semi-erect was already massive.

"Now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?"

He clamped one hand around both my wrists, and grabbed my breast with the other, pinning my body to his with one muscular arm. He kissed his way down my neck and then gently bit my shoulder, like a stallion getting ready to breed a mare.

"I'm going to fuck you hard, until you're begging me to give you another load of sperm."

This was more aggression that I had seen from Malik. I knew him well enough to know that he'd never force himself on me, he was playing into what he correctly assumed was my fantasy. To be used by him again and again.

"But sir..." I put on my best scared-little-girl voice. "I'm not on the pill! You'll get me pregnant!"

He moved his hips back and I felt the head of his cock slide between my legs, nudging my already-soaking-wet opening.

"You want that, don't you? You want me to plant a baby in your belly."

Fuck yeah I did. But I stuck with scared little girl. "But... what will I tell my husband?"

I trembled with anticipation as his cock rubbed against my slit.

"Tell him you're a dirty slut who can't say no to my big cock."

I let the little girl voice drop. "You mean tell him the truth?"

With that, he shoved me forward, bending me over the side of the couch, and slammed his cock into me. I felt like I was being ripped in half, and I almost came right then and there. It only took a few hard strokes until he was hitting my cervix -- my pussy had been pretty well stretched over the last twelve hours and I could accommodate him easily. Well, maybe not easily. Every time he hit bottom I felt a jab of pain, and every inch of my pussy felt like it was about to split open. And yet that pain felt better than any sex I had ever had. Other guys had slid their dick into me, squired a little white stuff, it felt pretty good. Malik was pushing my body to its absolute limits, and it was more intense than anything I had ever felt. And openly risking pregnancy just made that intensity white hot.

I was barely aware of the sounds coming out of my mouth. Some mixture of moaning in pleasure, screaming in pain, and crying. I was only dimly aware through the haze that Malik was speaking. He slapped my ass and I snapped into focus as he repeated himself.

"Tell me what you need."

I managed to get words out, teeth gritted against the onslaught his cock was waging against my battered pussy.

"I need your big cock inside me."

"Not your husband's?"

Forgive me, Mike. "He can't fuck me like you. He's... small. I need a great... big... cock... deep... inside me."

"Why?"

I didn't understand the question. Because it felt amazing? He slapped my ass again and I understood the answer he was looking for.

"Because I'm a slut. I'm a dirty, cheating slut."

He caressed my ass and my hip, his thrusts into me never relenting.

"You certainly are. But that's not what I mean."

He stopped caressing and slapped me again.

"Why do you need me so deep inside of you?"

My heart started pounding and my pussy clenched around his cock as I truly understood what he wanted me to say. The truth.

"Your sperm..." I was so blinded by lust I could barely get words out. "I'm fertile..." My body tensed up as an orgasm hit me like a truck. "... your baby."

He held his cock in me, as deep as it would go, as I screamed and cried and my body convulsed. I swore my heart stopped for a minute. But Malik just kept me pinned down and waited until I had caught my breath, before very slowly sliding out of me and back in. Then again. And again. A little faster each time until he was back in a rhythm and I felt a delicious jab of pain in my cervix every other second.

He caressed my ass again, and I braced myself for another slap.

"Let's try that again. What do you need?"

I was still grunting and moaning with every thrust, but I managed to at least form half sentences this time.

"I need your sperm. Deep inside my womb. Fertilizing my egg. Making a baby inside me."

Malik grabbed my hips tight and thrust into me with even more vigor. He was getting into this fantasy as much as I was.

"No fucking pills. I want you to knock me up. I want my belly to swell up with your baby."

As I was saying the words, Malik thrust into me powerfully and I started to lose control.

"Make... me... pregnant!!!!!" I somehow managed to get the words out through another orgasm that nearly knocked the wind out of me. My pussy clamped down on his cock, and the two of us cried out again and again in unison as he shot jet after jet of sperm into my already-overflowing pussy.

Mike and I had never come at the same time. Usually he got me off with his tongue, then entered me for a few minutes until he came. Sometimes I'd rub myself off while he was inside me. And don't get me wrong, it was nice. But it was nothing like this. Every time I came with Malik, I came harder than I ever had before that weekend. Every time we fucked, it was life-changing sex. For me, at least. Maybe it was like this with him and Sala every night.

As always, he held himself inside me for a long time, before slowly snaking his thick cock out of my pussy, which was still reluctant to let him go. He helped me upright and we kissed.

"What you said about-"

"No, I'm definitely taking the morning after pill."

"Okay, good. Good."

"I mean, it's a very hot fantasy, but how would I explain-"

Malik was one of the darkest-skinned people I'd ever met. There'd be no pretending the baby came from my mostly-Irish husband. That wasn't the only reason sex with Malik was so hot, it wasn't even the main reason, but it certainly made things even more intense. From the moment the baby was born, there'd be no pretending to anyone that I was anything other than a slut who had fucked around on my husband and loved every second of it. The thought of that would have upset me if it weren't true, but it just made me hotter.

Malik was starting to get into the idea too. He placed his dark hand on my pale, flat stomach.

"I'll admit it is a very hot fantasy. Sala would kill me of course, but if I could, I'd love to watch your belly swell up with my child. When I first met you, you were pregnant, and I found you incredibly sexy."

I blushed. "I've been fantasizing about you since the minute I met you. I swear I wasn't planning on anything happening last night but..." I put his hand on my breast. "You were a very hard temptation to resist."

He laughed and waved his soft cock back and forth. "Not so hard at the moment!"

Without a word, I kissed my way down his chest and took his soft cock into my mouth. He was still coated with both of our fluids, and neither of us had taken a shower since getting here, so he was covered in four long fucks worth of pussy juice. He reeked of sweat and sex (and I'm sure my pussy was worse) and the taste was overpowering. I fucking loved it.

I lovingly licked and sucked the magnificent tool that had brought me so much pleasure, enjoying Malik's quiet moans. I was rewarded by it slowly, gradually growing into a monster too big to fit in my mouth. I had to content myself with licking up and down the shaft and then twirling my tongue around his thick head, while gently caressing his balls.

"Do you want me to cum in your mouth? Or your pussy?" Even after a few years of marriage, Mike was shy about asking that kind of question, but Malik was quiet and confident as always. "Or all over your face?"

All over my face sounded pretty hot, but we both knew there was only one answer. I lifted my head and looked into his eyes.

"My pussy. Deeper into my pussy than any man's ever been."

He smiled. That had to be an ego boost.

"Do you want me to lick you first?"

I shook my head. "Mike does that to warm me up and then make me come. But I'm already hot as hell, and your cock makes me come harder than any tongue ever could. I just need to be fucked again."

I straddled Malik and lowered my pussy onto his cock. It had been a struggle getting that thing inside of me the night before, but he had stretched me out so well that now I slid right down onto him. I thought the blowjob had him ready to cum and he'd shoot off quickly, but I rode him through three orgasms until I was about ready to collapse from exhaustion, and he was still hard as steel.

"Aren't you going to cum for me?"

"You've worn me out with all this fucking! And I don't cum easily in this position. That's why Sala loves it. She can ride me as long as she wants to, and my balls are building up a bigger and bigger load the whole time. By the time I do cum, you're going to be overflowing with sperm. In fact, this is how I got Sala pregnant."

I ground my pussy onto him harder, feeling his thick cockhead crushed against my cervix.

"And it's how you're going to get me pregnant."

That was enough for Malik. He stood up, lifting me up with him, my body still impaled on his cock. His hands under my ass lifted me up and down, my whole body weight coming down on him with each thrust. The feeling of weightlessness combined with having my pussy wrecked was incredible.

He walked me over to the bed and pinned me down on the mattress, still without ever withdrawing from my abused insides. Last time we were in this bed he fucked me tenderly, and when I rode him on the couch, he had let me take control completely. This was different. His full weight was holding me down, his arm across my chest, the other arm under the small of my back to hold my ass steady as he pounded into me. If he had been this aggressive from the start, I probably would have been angry. But at this point, my body was his to use, and he knew it.

"I'm going to cum deep inside you."

He was pounding into me so hard I couldn't find the breath to respond, but my brain was screaming yes, yes, yes.

"I'm going to flood your womb with sperm."

Yes, yes, fuck yes.

"I'm going to plant my baby inside you."

I clawed at his back and managed an incoherent moan, which translated to a desperate, pleading, yes.

"Your belly is going to swell up with my seed."

I couldn't make sounds come out, I was so delirious with pleasure, but I bucked my hips against his, trying to get more of his cock, already impossibly deep inside my belly.

"You're going to give birth to my child."

I clamped onto his ass with both hands and pulled him into me so hard he stopped thrusting. I felt jab after jab against my cervix as his cock jerked and spasmed inside me. It hurt like hell and it was the best I had ever felt. I imagined jet after jet of thick, white sperm shooting directly into my womb, and I wanted that feeling to last forever.

I felt Malik's body finally relax, as he took his arm off of my chest and kissed me gently. I kissed him back, and our tongues probed each other's mouths while his cock stayed inside me, trapping his sperm where it belonged. Finally, he softened and slid out of me, and rolled over onto the bed next to me. I took the pillow from under my head and put it under my ass, elevating my hips so the sperm wouldn't leak out. Like a woman does when she's trying to conceive.

"It's a very hot fantasy. But you're going to take that pill, right?"

I wasn't listening. I was exhausted, and sore, and overwhelmed with a blissful feeling. As exhaustion overtook me, I heard myself whisper, "I'm going to have your baby."

----

When Malik shook me awake, I didn't know if it was day or night. To my shock and disappointment, he was fully dressed. "Time to rejoin civilization. Just for a while."

I had only been asleep for an hour, and of course Malik had planned our next steps. Our clothes were dry; we could walk down the mountain into the little town we drove through on the way, eat some real food, and contact our spouses.

The walk was cold and long, but after an hour of trudging through snowdrifts, we made it to the town. Both of our phones lit up with dozens of frantic texts. Mike and Sala had left a little while after we did, and they had already closed the interstate. They returned home with the kids, so they were all safe and sound.

It took me a long time to press Mike's name in my phone. What was I going to say to him? "Everything's fine, we're safe and dry, Malik's cock has been to places inside me you'll never go, and I've actively been trying to get pregnant with his baby, how's everything with you?"

I took a deep breath. I tried to be as casual as I could. I explained the situation with the car, that we had a fire in the cabin and food and we'd come home as soon as we could get the car unstuck. He was mostly just relieved we were still alive.

I tried to steer the conversation towards our son, but Mike insisted he was fine, asked a few times when mommy was coming back but was otherwise okay. Then he took the conversation exactly where I didn't want it to go.

"So... you and Malik... all alone in that cabin? Should I be worried?"

It was gentle teasing, loving even. But I knew there was a real question under the jokey question, and I wasn't sure how honestly to answer. So I deflected.

"If it were you and Sala all alone in wet clothes in front of a roaring fire, would I have to be worried?"

He laughed. "Absofuckinglutely."

I didn't laugh along. I didn't say anything. How could I? We had fantasized about fucking our neighbors all year, but it wasn't just a fantasy any more. I had crossed a gigantic line, and there was no way I could just laugh it off with Mike.

I stayed silent too long, and Mike was sharp enough to figure out why.

"So does that mean something happened?"

Tears welled up in my eyes. "I'm so sorry. We had to take off our wet clothes... and huddle together for warmth... and I just..."

"Honey." I had braced myself for Mike to be angry, but his voice was warm and reassuring. "Honey. We've fantasized about this for ages. I don't blame you."

My words caught in my throat. "I... but... you're sure?"

"I'm just glad you're okay. Have some fun, tell me every sexy detail when you get back."

"You're sure? You're not mad?"

"I would have done the same thing. It's okay. A little fun, sexy adventure. Just so long as you come home to me."

My heart flooded with guilt and relief and I found myself crying in the middle of a small mountain town's general store. "Of course I will. Of course. And I'll take the morning after pill as soon as I can."

There was silence on the other end of the phone. I swore I heard excitement in Mike's voice. "You were unprotected?"

I glanced around the store. No one was looking at me, but I still didn't want anyone overhearing this conversation. I hissed into the phone, "You were supposed to bring the condoms."

"So you might be..." He didn't sound mad at all, just dying to hear my answer.

"No! I'm going to take the morning after pill. It'll be fine."

"But he came in you."

I sighed. I really didn't want to get into every detail of my infidelity right now. But there was no point lying to him. I slipped out the front door so I didn't have to whisper.

"So much. You wouldn't believe how much."

"Ohhhh... my God." I knew my husband, and I knew that groan. He wasn't upset, the little shit was turned on. Men are all the same. He wasn't worried about me cheating, he wasn't worried about whether I was pregnant. He was just getting turned on thinking about his wife being a dirty slut.

"Sounds like you don't object." I had just cheated on my husband, unprotected no less, and somehow I was the one being pissy with him.

Mike exhaled sharply. "I-- I didn't object, but... you're stranded with him... it's only natural that..."

I slipped out the door so no one would overhear. "I have his cum in me right now. And I'm going to spend all night with his cock inside me, deeper than yours will ever go. He's going to shoot more cum right into my womb, and I'm going to fucking beg for it. Is that what you want to hear? Does that turn you on?"

Mike's voice was pleading. I had violated our marriage vows and yet somehow I had him on the defensive. "Honey. I didn't mean... I mean..." He finally got himself together and his tone sharpened. "Are you mad at me because I'm not mad?"

"I'm not mad at you at all. But we've always been honest with each other. So be honest. Have you been fantasizing about me fucking Malik?"

"Yes! You know that. We've fantasized about that together."

"Are you excited I finally did it?"

There was a long pause on the other end of the line.

"Yes. Of course. The thought of you with him... it's incredibly hot."

To be fair, we had both fantasized about this quite a bit. I assumed Mike was fantasizing about himself with Sala, not me being fucked by another man, but this was clearly something he had given a lot of thought to. I did know a fair amount of the porn on his computer was of the "cheating wife" variety. And yet it somehow never crossed my mind that I'd be the wife.

And I had to hand it to Mike, it was a pretty fucking hot fantasy to be living out in real life. I really should have reassured him that it was a one-time thing, and I was eager to come home and go back to being his faithful wife. But a wicked voice in my head suggested I wind him up instead. If this was, in fact, his fantasy, then I might as well give him more to fantasize about.

"I don't know what your fantasies about me with Malik are like. But the reality is even hotter. For starters, he's fucking huge. He's gone so much deeper inside of me than any other man. There's a place deep inside of me that you'll never, ever touch. And Malik has already been there so many times."

I waited for Mike to respond, but all I heard was a gasp for air. Teasing my husband was definitely working.

"Every time you cum, your sperm goes into a condom and we throw it in the trash. Every time Malik cums, he shoots it right up against my cervix. Every time we've fucked, every drop of his sperm has gone into my womb."

Another gasp, this one more ragged than the last.

"Is that part of your fantasy? Malik's big cock flooding my womb with his sperm? Planting his seed in me? Do you fantasize about my belly swelling up with his baby? Do you want him to make me pregnant?"

Mike was breathing like he had just run the marathon. After a long moment, he cried out, almost as if he was in pain.

"Yesssss....."

He let out an anguished little cry after that, which I knew all too well. I tried to be as gentle as possible with my question.

"Did you just cum in your pants?"

There was a long silence, and then a sigh.

"Yeah. I told you, it's a hot fantasy. For the record, I don't want him to get you pregnant! But yes, yes I've fantasized about it."

"About me having his baby?"

Another long pause.

"Yes. I've thought about it."

He was embarrassed, I could hear it in his voice, but we always tried to be honest with each other, and to his credit, he didn't try and hide anything.

"Everybody would know..."

As dark-skinned as Malik was, the whole world would know any baby he gave me had no relation whatsoever to my husband. Mike finished my thought.

"... that it isn't mine. I know. I guess that's what makes it so exciting. There'd be no pretending it didn't happen, no going back."

I tried to sound as reassuring as I could, loving, even.

"That's a big part of the excitement for me too."

"I mean, it's just a fantasy."

"Of course. Morning after pill. Soon as I come home."

"Of course."

I should have just let it go there, but I was caught up in the fantasy too. I needed to take it to its logical conclusion.

"But if it did happen...."

"Just as a fantasy..."

"Sure, but in this fantasy... where I let Malik impregnate me, and I give birth to his baby..."

"... yeah?"

He couldn't really hide the eagerness in his voice.

"Do we get divorced after?"

He laughed nervously. "Oh, honey. No. Of course not. I love you more than anything, I've never for a second not wanted be with you."

"I feel exactly the same way. No matter how good the sex is with Malik, you never, ever have to worry about me leaving you for him, or anyone else. I love you. I love being married to you."

"Well good."

"Yeah. Good. But that wasn't the question. In your fantasy. I get pregnant. I have a baby that everyone knows isn't yours. We stay married? You spend the rest of your life raising another man's baby? A half-black baby? Is that part of the fantasy."

"I... I mean... I guess I hadn't thought that far ahead."

"Bullshit."

There was a long pause. I was being a bitch, I knew. But I wanted to know. I wasn't planning on following through on any of it, I swear, but I wanted to know. I wanted to hear him say it.

"I... sometimes... okay, yes. Sometimes that's part of the fantasy. People knowing our child isn't mine, and knowing that I was okay with that. That I wanted it. That I wanted you to fuck another man, encouraged you even. That I wanted you pregnant with his baby."

"So say it. I'm full of his sperm right now. Looking for my egg. Trying to impregnate me. So tell me what you want."

His voice quavered. Even over the phone I could tell he was hard again.

"I want you pregnant with his baby. I want him to breed you like an animal, and plant a black baby inside your belly."

It was my turn to breathe hard. I squeezed my thighs together and realized my pussy was soaking wet.

"It's just a fantasy." My voice quavered as I said it. I was practically ready to start masturbating on the street in front of the small-town general store.

"Just a wild fantasy. That's all."

"Just a very, very hot fantasy."

We let that hang in the air for a minute.

"Look, my phone's almost dead. But when you're lying in bed tonight, I want you to think of me. Malik's cock is going to be buried in me all night, deeper than you'll ever go. He's going to flood my womb with sperm again and again. He's going to breed me until I'm pregnant with his baby."

"Oh God..." I heard my husband moan. "It's... it's just a fantasy, right?"

I hung up. I looked at my battery level. 32%. I just wanted to leave him hanging. I knew he'd be eating out of my hand when I got back. (Not to mention my pussy.)

"What if I have other plans tonight?"

I jumped out of my skin so violently my phone went flying into the snow.

"Asshole!" I spun around and punched Malik's chest. "How long have you been listening."

"So Mike wants you to have my baby?"

I sputtered with frustration. That was an extremely private conversation between husband and wife. "No! It's a fantasy! We were winding each other up!"

Malik smiled warmly. "Oh, I know." He kissed me. "But fantasizing and wanting aren't very far apart, are they?"

I wasn't sure there was any space between them at all.

"We're playing a dangerous game. Maybe we should stop."

"Did Mike ask you to stop?"

I want you pregnant with his baby. I want him to breed you. Those were Mike's exact words. I knew that deep down, he didn't mean that. I mean, he couldn't. Could he? What was I supposed to tell Malik? My husband told me flat out he wanted you to knock me up, but I'm pretty sure he didn't really mean it? I didn't know what to say, but I didn't have to say anything.

"If he didn't say no, then he wants it to happen."

"Look, we were sharing a fantasy, and that's all it is. My husband doesn't actually want you to make me pregnant."

Malik smiled down at me like he was indulging a small child who thought Santa was going to leave her a present. "Maybe not. But he likes the idea of it. And he wants you to enjoy the fantasy. Just like we've been doing all weekend. Take the pill, just like we talked about. But until the moment you do, you and I are going to fuck like we're trying to make a baby, and you don't have to feel a moment of hesitation or guilt about that. That's what your husband is telling you. Embrace your fantasy fully, because it sounds like he already has."

I had so many conflicting emotions. I loved my husband, I really did. I still felt like I was betraying him. But how could I be if I was doing what he wanted? I couldn't think about it any more. All I knew was that, when Malik was inside me, everything felt right. More right than anything had ever felt. And I wanted that feeling again.

"He told me..." A little smile crept across Malik's lips as he waited for me to say it. "He told me he wants you to breed me like an animal. To fuck me hard until I have your baby growing inside me."

He kissed me. Not like someone who was going to treat me like an animal. Like a lover, whose only thought was my happiness.

"Then let's give your husband what he wants."

I grabbed the waist of his pants, wanting nothing more than to release his big cock and lick it up and down until he was hard enough to fuck me. But the jingling of the door brought us back to reality. We were standing in the snow in front of a shop, with people coming and going every few minutes.

Instead, we got food from the diner to go. We ate our burgers on the walk back, feeding each other french fries (dropping quite a few in the snow in the process). The only tow truck company that was even answering the phone was so busy they wouldn't be able to get to us until tomorrow, maybe the next day. I was looking forward to spending as much of that time as possible with Malik's cock as deep inside of me as possible.

I started stripping out of my clothes the minute the cabin came into view. I was reclining naked on the rug while he stoked the fire back to life. I made a show of stretching out like a cat, and then ran my hands across my body. My ass, my hips, then up my sides, across my breasts, and down to my toned stomach.

"I worked so hard to get my body back into shape after the baby." I slowly rubbed my abdomen. Malik was transfixed by my body. "And now all I want in the world is for my belly to swell up again."

I expected him to pounce on me, or tease and draw things out, but he continued to drink in the sight of me and simply said, "you were so goddamn sexy when you were pregnant."

I stood up and put my arms around him and whispered in his ear. "I'm going to look even sexier when I'm pregnant with your baby." I started to unbutton his shirt. "Part of Mike's fantasy is the shame of me having a baby that looks like you and not him." I ran my hands across his bare chest. "But I wouldn't feel an ounce of shame." Malik put his arms around me and I kissed him, and as he did I slid my hand into his pants and felt how hard he already was. "I'd brag to the whole world that you fucked me so well I begged you to put a baby in me."

I unzipped his pants, and as I pulled them down, I slid down to my knees, kissing and caressing that beautiful monster.

"So let's hear you beg then."

This was how I liked Malik best. Confident, direct, but without an ounce of unkindness. He wasn't ordering me around or forcing anything on me, he simply knew what I needed, and there was no point in tiptoeing around it.

I kissed his cock again and then gazed up at him, batting my eyelashes.

"Please, please, please, make me pregnant. I'll do anything you want, be your obedient little slut, I just want you to -- no, I *need* you to put as much sperm as possible as deeply into my fertile womb as possible."

I gently caressed his balls, thinking about all the potent sperm his body was making for me. I held his cock with my left hand and ran my wedding ring along the length of it. "I love Mike, and my heart will always belong to him." I took the head of his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue all over the head. "Every inch of my body belongs to you. I need you to use me, own me, fuck me hard, keep my pussy stretched and sore and -- most importantly -- full of sperm."

I stood up and looked deeply into his eyes. I held his hands and placed them on my firm, flat abdomen. "I need you to keep breeding me over and over until my belly starts to swell. I'll never be satisfied until I can feel your baby growing inside me."

Malik just stared back into my eyes, fingers digging into my belly ever so gently. There was so much heat between us I didn't even notice the roaring fire. It was just a fantasy. Except I meant every word I said. At what point did the fantasy become reality? I'm not sure either of us knew.

We fucked until we dropped from exhaustion, and then we woke up and fucked some more. The first time he took me roughly, biting my neck and my breasts, slapping my ass hard, leaving marks I hoped my husband would see. The second time he was gentle, loving, we fell asleep in each other's arms afterwards, perfectly content.

It was dark when we woke up, and Malik slid his cock deep inside of me with no preliminaries. We lay there spooning, his cock lazily sawing in and out of my pussy for what felt like hours, me fingering myself to the occasional orgasm. Finally the third or fourth time I came, it set him off, and he unleashed wave after wave of warm semen into my deepest recesses. It took him a little while to recharge after that, so we kissed and talked, a pillow under my ass, letting all that sperm flow directly into my womb. Finally he rolled me onto all fours, taking me roughly again -- he told me later that he was so worn out he needed to fuck me hard to be able to push himself over the edge one last time.

My pussy had never been so sore. But it had also never been so wet. I savored that pain, knowing that Mike would never be able to stretch me out this well for fuck me this hard. With every sharp jab against my cervix, I imagined a big, black battering ram, knocking down the door so his soldiers could go flooding in. I was rooting hard for the enemy.

Finally, he slammed into me hard and unloaded deep inside me for the fourth time that night. I quickly collapsed into sleep, and dreamed I was breastfeeding our baby.

I could barely get out of bed, I was so sore, and I was honestly a little relieved that Malik didn't wake me up for another round. Much as I loved fucking him, my battered and extremely satisfied pussy needed a break.

After some stretching and tender probing of various sore muscles, I managed to get myself out of bed. The fire was going in the main room, and I heard water running in the bathroom. Malik had decided to brave taking a shower, despite the cabin still having no power and the water being ice cold.

"This was a mistake!" he shouted from behind the curtain. I smiled and watched his chiseled body tense up under the icy water. It was remarkable that that big cock that had made me so sore could shrink down so small. I didn't hold it against him, I knew he'd be back to full size soon enough.

I took my turn, and immediately agreed it was a mistake. But after two solid days of fucking, I couldn't imagine how I smelled. It was a relief to be clean, even if I was shivering uncontrollably. Thankfully, we had a roaring fire, and we had each other. I sat Malik in a chair by the fire, and lovingly caressed his cock and balls with my fingers and my tongue, until he was about eight inches longer than when I started. Then I got onto his lap and mounted him. It was one of my favorite positions -- I could control the pace, and we could kiss, caress each other, and look into each other's eyes as we fucked. His hands were free to roam across my back, my hips, my ass, and he could suck on my nipples as I rode him. I was in no hurry for either of us to get off -- in fact, I wanted to make the moment last as long as possible.

Finally, he whispered, "I'm not going to cum, you wore me out last night. I've got nothing left." But he clearly had something left, as he was rock hard and stretching me to my limits as usual. So I ground my hips until he was in me as deep as he could go, and fingered myself until I came. But it was clear we were all fucked out from last night.

We went back into the town, had a big meal to build our energy back up, and got an update from the tow truck driver. He had been working day and night, and would probably get to us that evening. It was our last day together, before the fantasy had to end and we had to go back to our spouses and children and jobs and regular lives.

We both still needed time to recharge, so we didn't have sex when we got back to the cabin. We just stripped down in front of the fire, and lay there together, caressing each other's bodies, teasing each other, talking about how good the sex had been, what a powerful connection we had both felt. And we talked about our baby. I still had every intention of taking the morning after pill, but I also loved living in the fantasy for a while longer before we had to go back to reality.

I fell asleep in Malik's arms, blissfully content. I woke up a few hours later to his tongue on my pussy. It was the first time he had done that -- I guess I did need a shower -- and he ate pussy almost as well as he fucked. He brought me to three orgasms in a row before finally stuffing his massive babymaker into me. He lasted a long time, even by his standards, and I alternated between cumming loudly and begging him to impregnate me, until I was finally rewarded with another load of sperm shooting deep inside my belly.

He held me and told me how sexy I was going to look with a baby bump, and how beautiful our baby was going to be, and how he couldn't wait to see me breastfeeding our child. I told him I could already feel his baby growing inside me. (That's nonsense, of course, I had no idea I was pregnant with my actual baby until I peed on the stick, and even then I didn't feel pregnant for a few more weeks). It didn't take long before we had turned ourselves on enough for another round, this time back in the bed where it had all started.

And then, much too soon, it was over. The tow truck pulled my car out of the snow with ease, we packed up our clothes and tidied the cabin, and we were on our way. Back to reality. As blissful as our couple of days together had been, the mood was grim in the car home. We had to face our spouses in a few hours. No matter how excited Mike said he was about me fucking Malik, I still worried he'd end up hating me for it. And who knows how Sala would react -- if Mike knew, we couldn't really hide it from her forever. She'd probably hate me forever, and that would be the end of all of our friendships.

And then there was Plan B. The first highway exit that had a reasonably-sized town, we stopped into a drugstore, and I bought the pills. We sat in the car in silence as I opened the box and popped the two little pills out of their blister pack. Once I took them, it was done. Our fantasy was over. Back to reality.

I couldn't help it. I started sobbing uncontrollably. Malik just held my hand and softly said, "I know. I know."

"I'm sorry," I sobbed. "I just..."

He gently ran his hand through my hair and kissed me. "It wasn't just a fantasy for me either. I wanted it to be real. But it can't be. We have to think about our marriages, our kids... our lives. It just wasn't meant to be."

I looked at him through blurry eyes. "I'm going to spend the rest of my life missing our baby."

He gently wiped away my tears. "Me too." He brushed a tear away from his own eye. "Me too."

Before I could think about it too hard, I put the pills into my mouth and took a long pull from my water bottle. I almost choked on the water as another crying jag overtook me. We stayed in that parking lot for ages, Malik comforting me, both of us trying to convince the other we had done the right thing, when it didn't feel that way. My body was absorbing the pills instead of his sperm; my egg would go unfertilized; the pregnancy that had consumed my mind and body for the last few years would never come to pass.

I let Malik drive the rest of the way. We talked, I cried more, and I read and re-read the instructions that came with the pills. Praying that they'd work. Praying that they wouldn't.

Mike scooped me into his arms and kissed me as soon as he saw me. I stammered an apology, but he wasn't having it. "I'm glad you had a good time. Honestly. I'm excited and happy for you. And I'm just glad you didn't freeze to death."

There was a lot more to say, to say the least, but our son was very excited to see mommy, so we played trains and read stories and I tried to bury my emotions at the thought of doing all this with the baby I wouldn't be having. After he was in bed, I poured Mike a drink and curled up on the couch with him like we always did.

"I really didn't mean for--"

"Stop." He pressed his finger to my lips and then kissed me. "You don't have to keep apologizing. You had a little fun, you're back home now, it's all okay." All back to normal, I thought, except Malik still lived next door. Was I going to be able to see him every day and never be with him again? And no matter how much Mike insisted he was okay with this, things had changed forever between us. A man had fucked me better (and deeper) than my husband ever could. Was sex with him always going to be a let-down?

We found out that night. Mike was all over me before we even got into the bedroom, more excited than he had been in years. He kept asking for details about my time in he cabin -- how big was he? How long did he last? How many times did we fuck? What positions? How much of the time were we naked? I answered every question honestly, and every answer made it clear I enjoyed fucking Malik more than Mike. But every answer also made Mike even more excited. I swear his dick was bigger than I had ever seen it, although it still looked like a little boy's compared to what I was now used to.

He licked me to an orgasm, as he usually did, but while I didn't usually say more than, "mmm, that's nice," this time I kept up a constant stream of dirty talk. How much bigger Malik was than him. How much deeper inside me he went. How much more cum he shot, and how every drop of it went into my unprotected womb. How much I wanted him to make me pregnant.

"He bred me..." I panted, grinding my hips against my husband's face. "... and I loved it." He smashed his tongue against my clit in response. I could feel my orgasm building. I could hardly get words out. But I was overcome by desire and needed to tell Mike exactly why. "I... wanted... his... baby. I need him... to make me... pregnant..." My voice broke on the last word, as I cried out with an orgasm. It wasn't quite as powerful as any I had experienced with Malik, but it also hit me harder than any I had had with Mike in a long time.

Normally, as soon as I came down, Mike was on top of me and inside me. But he kept his head between my legs, gently kissing my belly and resting his head on my thigh.

"Aren't you going to fuck me?"

Mike gave me a sheepish half-smile. "You got me too hot with all that talk about breeding. I already came. Sorry."

I reached down and tousled his hair. "Probably just as well. I'm so stretched out down there at the moment I'm not sure I'd even feel you."

He kissed my pussy, and then worked his way up my belly, my breasts, my neck, until he was lying next to me, holding me, whispering in my ear.

"You're so goddamn sexy. I'm so happy you got fucked so well by Malik. I wish I could have been there, just to watch it happen."

I opened my mouth to scold him. I wasn't his fucking porn star, this was our marriage, our life, he was reducing to his horny fantasy. But I didn't say any of that. It was my fantasy too. I loved it. I would eagerly do it all over again. I should be relieved that Mike was enthusiastic instead of angry.

"Maybe one day," I said dreamily. "I absolutely want to fuck him again. But I doubt Sala would be on board. As it is, she might murder him."

"Well just know," Mike interrupted himself to kiss me, "if you ever get a chance with him, you have my blessing. You're the sexiest woman in the world, and I'm more in love with you than ever."

We made out until we fell asleep in each other's arms. It was sweet, loving, reassuring. But it wasn't lost on me that Mike came once and was finished. I would have gotten it three times from Malik at the minimum.

So things were good between us, but they could never go back to normal. I made sure to give Mike plenty of attention and appreciation, so every minute our son was asleep I was either winding him up with stories about fucking Malik, talking about how hot getting pregnant would have been, or giving his very suckable dick the attention it craved.

The funny thing is, we didn't have sex. I told him I needed a few days for my pussy to go back to normal, and hearing about how I was soooo stretched and soooo sore just made him hornier, so I played that up even after I felt okay. He was getting off on the fantasy, so I let him. And I was still nervous that sex with him wouldn't be the same any more.

And of course, nothing between us could be the same any more.

A week after I got home, Mike found me in the bathroom, sobbing uncontrollably. I wasn't sure whether my tears were from anguish or joy, it was just too much emotion for me to handle. He knelt down beside me and kissed a few tears away. He knew me well enough to not say anything until I did.

"You know how I took the morning after pill."

I saw a mixture of emotions pass across his face.

"I know how caught up in the fantasy of being pregnant you were. We both were. If you regret it--"

I motioned for him to stop talking, and he did. I did regret it and I didn't. He knew that. We had talked of little else for the last few days. But all of that talk had been in the abstract.

"Do you know how those pills work?"

Mike's mouth opened but he didn't say anything. I'm not sure if he knew where I was going with this, but I think he knew it was something big.

"They stop the sperm from fertilizing the egg. If you take it within 24 hours, it gets there in plenty of time. Two days, it usually does. Three? You're pushing it." It had technically been three and a half when I took it. I spent that long car ride home calculating the timing, the odds, hoping desperately for one outcome than the other.

"If the sperm still hasn't reached the egg yet, you don't get pregnant. But if the egg is already fertilized..."

My heart was pounding. My whole body was trembling. My deepest desires, my greatest fears, every nerve in my body was overwhelmed by both. My husband's face was flushed, and he was as overcome as I was, knowing what I was about to say, how our lives were going to change. I held up the small stick of plastic I had been clutching in my hand.

"I'm pregnant."