Bug or Baby? Taking All The Risks

My girlfriend Sheila and I were bored. That was the core of it. Lots of the groups and activities we used to enjoy sort of ended during the pandemic. My D&D group shut down during lockdown, and so did her choral group. When the lockdown ended, people had come up with other things to do with their mind, and neither got restarted. Same with my softball league, and a lot of other groups. We ended up spending far to much time in our own heads... and with each other. We talked ourselves into what we KNEW were bad ideas. I think that's how a lot of things going on in the world lately happened.

Anyway, we started talking about how much hotter the sex was in High School. Sneaking around, fucking in the woods behind the school hoping no one found us, hoping no one saw us. Fucking in corners in crowded parties, KNOWING a ton of people saw us, but none of them were our parents. Using saran wraps as condoms because we were stupid and hoping she didn't get pregnant. We both agreed what made it special was the risk.

Well, we won all those bets. She never got pregnant, we never got caught by her parents or the cops. I never got an STD when I experimented with guys in college.

Now we can have sex in her Queen sized bed whenever we feel like. If we lie'ked we could have sex on her childhood bed this weekend... her parents would be thrilled to have us visit, and understand we are adults.

We can go to the drug store and pick up condoms or The Pill. Hell, if we got pregnant it wouldn't be a big deal. We'd probably just get married. Even if we didn't, no one would care. It's not the 20th century... a lot of people skip marriage. We'd end up one of those couples that might as well be married. My Mom would be through the moon... she is always talking about wanting to be a grandmother.

We decided we wanted to bring back the risk. We just couldn't agree on what sort of risk to bring back. So we decided... all of them.

It was a surprisingly intricate plan... which makes me amazed in retrospect we went through with it. There was so much time for us to decide "Wait, this is not a good idea.". Usually these plans fall to a post-nut moment of clarity. But as I said, we were bored.

Sheila went off the pill, and talked to her doctor about timing her ovulations. She got an app and a basal thermometer and some ovulation predictor kits to help her. She surprised her gynecologist by canceling her next gynecologist appointment. Then we both canceled our health insurance... that would make the risks that much bigger.

I talked to building security about the cameras in the parking garage. Apparently they weren't monitored, they kept the recording for a month. People only looked at them there was a complaint of vandalism or car theft or something. I got copies of the tapes by the simple expedient of keying my own car in an inconspicuous place and saying I wanted to see whether it happened at home or at work. (Thet were relieved it didn't happen in the parking garage,) I located the blind spots in the cameras... and the spots where they overlapped. There was one camera that was recently replaced and had MUCH better image quality.

But most of my time spent finding the perfect... Bull, I think they were called. It was hard, because most people on those kinds of forums were all talk. But DoroHiFive69 was perfect. He was big, black, and bi. Big, because there is something extra intimidating about meeting a stranger who only wanted you for sex when the guy was a six foot ten body builder. Black, because the darker the skin, the more obvious any child he fathered wasn't mine... And Bi, because I was turned on by the same stranger fucking BOTH me and my girl.

He had a couple other bonuses, to. He was into dominance play, a switch hitter... and HIV positive. Another risk we could take. Take that, safe sex educators!

When we talked, I tried to remember everything I knew about internet safety... and do the opposite. Made a point of using our full names, mentioned that my girlfriend was turning 28 next Thursday, even found ways to work my mother's maiden name into the conversation Taking all the risks was my moto.

Eventually, the perfect day came. My girlfriend was due to ovulate the evening before a day all three of us had off. We planned it. He promised he'd been holding off masturbation for a week to build a load. And near disaster hit. He messaged me to say his doctor said his virus count was way up... the virus was adapting to his meds. He said his doc was going ty try new meds, and maybe we should wait until then? I said no... it had taken too long for my girlfriend to ovulate on a weekend. I was afraid if we waited one of us was chicken out. We decided to go forward with the plan.

At 2:00am my girlfriend and I stripped naked, and headed out the door. "It feels wrong taking you clothes off to head out, doesn't it?" I said as I closed the door of our condo behind us. The hallway was deserted at this hour... as we knew it probably would be (but might not be". I padded towards the elevator, sporting a raging boner, past rows of doors each of which had one of those little spy holes in them, any one of which could have a curious neighbor behind it. I knew talking in a normal voice risked waking someone, knew it was safer to whisper, to hurry, but did neither. I was carrying a picnic basket and a blanket... but I was carefully NOT wrapping myself in the blanket. Too safe. We took the elevator headed down to the parking garage. In the parking garage I could feel the cold concrete beneath my bare feet. I had memorized the blind spots in the security camera's views... and we avoided them like they were filled with land mines.

Barefoot we walked along the cold floor, following a route that took us past as many cameras a possible to the spot we had agreed to meet. Parking Space B20... perfect spot. The the spot where the view new security camera overlapped with another. Probably no one would see us... but if there was any vandalism or theft in the next 30 days, someone would pull the tapes and get a show. It was here I laid out our blanket. Might as well make it a high fidelity show.

Pretty soon Doro showed up. (Not his real name... I made a point of not finding that out.) He was everything I could have hoped for... the spitting image of Devon Walker, but bigger, blacker. Six foot 10, with that jet black skin that is rare in African Americans. Lean and muscular. He looked better than his pic... he'd replaced the dreadlocks with a clean cut look. "You sure you wouldn't be more comfortable in my car? He said.

"No" I replied. Apart from the fact that would give us some measure of privacy, that would let us see his license plate... I wanted no way to track him.

"Well, seeing as you already undressed, I should to" He said as took off his basket ball jersey, then his sneakers., then his socks, and finally his sweat pants. He wore no underwear. His arms were muscular, and marked by track marks... they were old, faded, but perhaps a clue as to how he got the bug. He reached down to the pocket of his sweats to grab a condom which he put on. "No" I said, pulling it off him, tearing it apart and tossing it on the ground.

"I know you said that... but I thought that might just be you talking dirty. And you got my message about my viral counts being up, you sure you wouldn't?"

"No." my girlfriend said.

He shrugged. "It's your funeral". He said as if he thought we were stupid, but his cock got more erect at the thought.

I dropped to my knees to suck him, to "fluff" him to get him ready. He proceeded to insult me as we had discussed, calling me a faggot and a fool and a sissy boy. The lines sounded cheesy when I texted them, but his delivery gave me flashbacks to grade school bullies. Unfortunately, this stage had to be cut short, because it was clear he was going to cum.

He grabbed Sheila and roughly slammed her against the cement pillar behind us. She spread her legs, and he pounded his huge cock into her. She was too short, the position to awkward, so he had to life her up to get her pussy lined up with his phallus... something he seemed to have no trouble doing. Once again, he delivered his lines. "I'm fucking your girlfriend, cuck. You like it? Perv. I'm gonna put my black baby in her, and everyone will know you are a cuck. That, or I'll infect her, so you can't fuck her safely. Either way, I'll ruin her, and you are letting me. You make me sick". Once again, the lines, that could have been cheesy, were made scary by his delivery. This dude was a hell of an actor.

I went up behind him, pried his butt cheeks apart with my hands, and rammed my dick up his ass. OK, this didn't fit with the whole "pathetic sub" vibe I was going for, but I loved the idea of double penetration, and felt I needed more exposure to his bodily fluids. Fucking another person while being fucked was difficult, it tended to knock the middle guy out of place, break his rhythm, but he handled it like a pro. Part of it was he was so solid, nothing I did moved him.. I wasn't much for topping other men, but I was rock hard, and the pounding I gave him was quick and rough. It wasn't long before I emptied my balls in his ass.

He lasted longer than I, but all too soon it was his turn. He looked at me and said in a different tone of voice. "Seriously, I'm about to cum. I could pull out. Is the precum enough of a risk? I could spatter the cum in her hair or something. Where you want me to put it?"

"In her pussy" I said at the exact same moment my wife said "In my pussy". It would have been amusing if he came right then, but it took him another couple of minutes... but cum inside her he did. He rested inside her a moment, his balls pulsing, before he pulled out, a long thing stream of sticky cum stretching to her pussy, linking them for a moment before it broke and fell onto the blanket.

Sheila and I then said "Thank you, Sir" in unison. We'd rehearsed this line in front of a mirror, feeling very silly, but we didn't feel silly now. I dropped to my knees and began slowly. Methodically licking the infected cum from my girlfriend's pussy.

It was at this point that we got an audience. A group of three drunk college students, returning from the clubs, walked past. One guy called out "nice tits" and whipped out his camera. The second guy just gaped... I recognized him, he was the son of one of my neighbors. The girl turned to him and said "SOMEONE knows how to treat their women. You should learn from this guy" with a laugh. Then turned to Sheila and shouted "He's a keeper!".

During this time Doro had been recovering... and he came up behind me. I could feel his rough, calloused hands pull my ass cheeks apart. Then he said. "Wait. Do you have any lube?" We did not... out of everything we had thought of, how could we have forgot that? I searched in the picnic basket and found some olive oil dressing... I handed it to him and he smeared it onto his penis before pounding it roughly into me. It wasn't the best lube, it hurt, but with the cum already on his shaft it worked well enough, and after a while it hurt less. With a grunt, Doro came in my ass. He held his dick there a minute andthen pulled out, a long thin rope of cum following it.

Spent, we collapsed on the blanket. I opened the picnic basket. "Want some finger sandwiches?". Doro laughed.

The real purpose of the sandwich was to stretch t his out, to leave us nude and at risk of getting caught longer. Although we sort of had been caught already. That gave me an idea. " Hey, do you have your phone?" I asked Doro.

"Yes?" He sad quizzically.

"Wanna take a group photo?"

"Sure!". He unlocked the phone, opened the camera, and handed it to me as he and Sheila huddled up next to me.. Being careful to look at nothing but the camera, I held it out at arms length. I spread my legs and adjusted my dick to make sure it got in the shot... Giving a grin and a thumbs up, I took a series of photos and handed it back to him.

"Want one on your phone?" He asked.

"Naww. I didn't bring it."

"But in light of the amazing gift you may have given us, I brought a gift for you!"

"What kind of gift? Syphilis?" He asked with a laugh.

I reached into the picnic basket and grabbed the extra key card I'd gotten from security. I then handed him the phone back and asked him to video tape us. I then I handed the ketcard to him and said "You know our address... our Apartment is 042. Any time you are feeling horny, feel free to let yourself in and fuck whichever of us you like. You don't have to ask first, for god's sake don't call ahead. It doesn't matter if we have guest or are asleep... just stick it in whatever hole you like. We are Free Use for us. Right Sheila?"

"Right! Except the nose" she said.

"Or the ears I guess" I added with a laugh.

Doro looked bemused but took the card.

After a couple cookies, Doro got up and left. He grabbed his phone and car keys from his discarded sweats, but didn't bother retrieving his clothes. "You guys gave me the Exhibitionism Bug... and it is a short walk to my car" he laughed as he walked off, nude.

A couple weeks later Sheila got sick. Not terribly sick. But she was tired and nauseous. Was it morning sickness? Seroconversion? A coincidental bout of the flu? We don't know. We decided we didn't want to get tested, and wouldn't go to the doctor. We wanted to stretch out the feeling of uncertainty. What I do know is that every time I fuck her raw there is an added thrill of danger. Is she infected, and I am risking getting it? Am I infected, and risking spreading it to her? Am I risking getting her pregnant with a baby I will spend months wondering about the paternity of? Is she already pregnant, and the sex is doing nothing?

I finally took the leap and proposed. We decided the wedding would be in six months... far enough away that if she is pregnant she'll be showing, soon enough we won't know who the Daddy is. He giving birth to a blank baby would be so much more embarrassing if we are newlyweds.

Doro has showed up a few times. He wakes us up when he tries to pull down our lounge pants... but he is getting stealthier, and eventually one of us is to wake to a cock in our ass. I can't wait. Last time he came by I handed him a wedding invitation.