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I had gone out with my husband, and it was supposed to be a night of fun and partying and dancing. We had dinner at a nice club, celebrating our delayed 5th anniversary, and the Italian food was great. Then we hit a bar a few doors down we used to go to, and I sat on his lap as we enjoyed a few drinks. Then an Uber, and a ride to a club that had just opened up.
I had on a short red dress I had gotten just for the occasion. The plan was to enjoy ourselves and have a great night, then go home and fuck like bunnies. He had finally gotten that promotion at work, and I was now past my probationary period at my new job, and was a full time employee 3 months before we had ceremoniously flushed all of my birth control pills down the toilet, and after 3 months of using rubbers, foam, and sponges we were ready to make a baby the fun and natural way.
Tonight was a kind of final celebration. According to my temperature and the tackiness of my vaginal secretions, I was at my most fertile point. This was my last drinking for either another week when my period came, or for at least two and a half years when I would stop nursing.
Finally after a lot of dancing we both needed a break. We went out onto the rooftop lounge area, and saw that we were not the only ones there. I leaned out over the railing, and looked over the city, the lounge area empty except for us and a couple of smokers on the other side. My husband moved up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing himself against my bottom. I could feel how hard he was against me, and wiggled myself against him in appreciation.
He started to let his hands roam, along my hips and thighs, then up my sides causing delightful shivers. Then they started to move forward, and I looked over and saw the couple were still smoking and with a little regret moved his hands away. “Not here, not now baby.” I did not resist much when he pulled me over into a darker area and then tried to continue his caresses. I allowed him to caress the sides of my breasts, still grinding my bottom against his cock. But when he tried to move forward I again moved his hands down off of my girls.
Finally he said he was going to the bathroom, and I asked him to get me another drink on the way back. He kissed my cheek and departed. I continued to look out into the night, the city covered with a layer of fog with the lights glistening in the silent darkness.
I was pondering how lovely it all looked when I felt him return. I asked for my drink, and he set one that was ¾ full on the railing in front of me. I heard some laughter to the side as I picked it up, and bent my head to take a sip as I looked. The other 2 on the lounge got up and departed hand in hand.
“Hmmm, looks like we're alone now” I said, pressing my bottom back against him. Hmm, he felt even bigger than before. I ground my bottom against his cock, and felt his hands move to my hips. They moved up and down a few times as I started to move my hips up and down, slowly grinding against that lovely cock, and knowing before the night was over it would be just where I wanted it, deep inside of me.
This time when his hands moved to cup my breasts I did not stop them or move them away, and moaned softly. I started to raise my body up, using my arms to try and move myself upright so I could feel his chest against my back. But he put his hand in the center of my back and pushed down slightly. Hmmm, normally not the submissive type but I knew he loved it when I let him do as he wanted.
As he held me in place I took anther sip of the drink, vodka and tea. Not my usual drink and he had some already, but I was not complaining as I felt his hand then move down to caress my bottom. The red leather skirt I had on fit perfectly, and his hand felt wonderful. First my ass, caressing each globe, then easing down lower. Slipping under the hem, caressing the back of my thighs. He started to move them up the back and I gasped slightly, but looking to the side I saw nobody else there so said nothing.
And when his hand moved between my lightly quivering thighs, I even moved my feet a bit farther apart. I could not help a soft moan as his fingers found my quim, caressing me through the red lace panties I had selected earlier in the evening. “Oh yes baby, just like that” I whispered. His other hand left my breast and moved back as I felt him move my panties to the side.
His finger slipped into me, oh fuck yes! I had been hot and wet all evening, and it had taken all of my willpower after checking my juices earlier in the evening to not take 10 minutes to take care of myself. I moaned, feeling the finger slip out and a second finger slide in. I moved my torso all the way down, moving the glass to the side so I could rest my upper chest against the railing.
I felt him shifting, then one hand was moving my skirt up over my hips as the other reached between us. I heard the soft noise of a nylon zipper, then there it was. His cock, moving up between my thighs and against my wet lips. I looked to the side and nobody had joined us, so I just whimpered softly as the head found my opening. Pushing my wet lips to the side and moving between them.
Pleasure coursed through my entire body as the head slipped into me. I muffled the moan as best as I could as he worked himself in and out, feeling so fucking good! And he felt even longer than ever, as he started a fast but deep thrusting. I felt my walls both resisting his entrance into me, and welcoming him inside at the same time.
“Oh god yes baby, go ahead, go ahead and do it” I moaned. I looked out over the city again, wondering if my husband was going to be putting our baby into me here on the rooftop. I lowered my hand, using it to stroke my clit. It was hard, and needy as I let 3 fingers strum over the top of it. He was not taking his time, and neither was I. I heard his soft grunts and moans as he fucked my wet cunt, feeling amazingly full and it was like I could feel my ovaries reacting, the egg I hoped was there moving around and trying to catch what they would soon be finding, a large load of his thick creamy cum that I knew would soon be inside me.
I was imagining what would be hopefully happening inside of my body that night, my husbands sperm finding my egg, surrounding it and pounding on it until finally one would push its way inside, just as my husband was inside me now. The head of his sperm pounding on the membrane of one of my eggs, as his cock was pounding my pussy. I came with that image, sperm entering egg as his hard cock entered me over and over again.
And less than a minute later as I was finally starting to recover he pushed all the way into me, mashing my hips against his groin as I felt him throb and pulse, throb and pulse, cumming inside of me and filling me with that cum I so badly wanted at the moment.
He held himself still inside of me, then slowly pulled himself out. I now felt empty, but amazingly good at the same time. I heard his zipper being raised, then his hand returning to my bottom and pulling my skirt back down.
I laid against that rail, slightly stunned as I recovered my breath. I reached over and grabbed my drink and had some more, then reached down and moved my panties back over my pussy, already feeling his gift start to leak out of me.
I stood upright and turned around, but my husband was gone. I looked around, but he was nowhere to be seen. I finished the drink, then sighed and looked out over the city again.
3 minutes later I saw my husband come up next to me, and put a gin and tonic on the rail next to me. “Sorry it took so long, there was a line for the bathroom, and another line at the bar. I was thinking I would never get back out here.”
I looked into his eyes, and saw he was serious. He always had this little look to his eyes when he was trying to lie to me or tease me, and he was telling the truth! And as I picked up the glass I could tell that the condensation had just started, so this was a new drink. And if that had been him with and inside of me a few minutes ago, there was no way he could have left, then returned with another drink so fast.
I felt all the color leave my face, now knowing it had not been my husband. And I had the seed of another man swimming up inside my vagina, trying to pass my cervix. I knew then what we had to do, and do it fast. I gulped down the entire drink in one gulp, then grabbed his hand.
“Baby, we need to go home now. Call the Uber, I am going to take a fast shower then we can get started.”
I just hoped my memory was correct, and that there was still a bottle of Massengill's under the sink. And that if I caught this month, that at least whoever my mystery fucker had been would look reasonably like my husband or me.
I had on a short red dress I had gotten just for the occasion. The plan was to enjoy ourselves and have a great night, then go home and fuck like bunnies. He had finally gotten that promotion at work, and I was now past my probationary period at my new job, and was a full time employee 3 months before we had ceremoniously flushed all of my birth control pills down the toilet, and after 3 months of using rubbers, foam, and sponges we were ready to make a baby the fun and natural way.
Tonight was a kind of final celebration. According to my temperature and the tackiness of my vaginal secretions, I was at my most fertile point. This was my last drinking for either another week when my period came, or for at least two and a half years when I would stop nursing.
Finally after a lot of dancing we both needed a break. We went out onto the rooftop lounge area, and saw that we were not the only ones there. I leaned out over the railing, and looked over the city, the lounge area empty except for us and a couple of smokers on the other side. My husband moved up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing himself against my bottom. I could feel how hard he was against me, and wiggled myself against him in appreciation.
He started to let his hands roam, along my hips and thighs, then up my sides causing delightful shivers. Then they started to move forward, and I looked over and saw the couple were still smoking and with a little regret moved his hands away. “Not here, not now baby.” I did not resist much when he pulled me over into a darker area and then tried to continue his caresses. I allowed him to caress the sides of my breasts, still grinding my bottom against his cock. But when he tried to move forward I again moved his hands down off of my girls.
Finally he said he was going to the bathroom, and I asked him to get me another drink on the way back. He kissed my cheek and departed. I continued to look out into the night, the city covered with a layer of fog with the lights glistening in the silent darkness.
I was pondering how lovely it all looked when I felt him return. I asked for my drink, and he set one that was ¾ full on the railing in front of me. I heard some laughter to the side as I picked it up, and bent my head to take a sip as I looked. The other 2 on the lounge got up and departed hand in hand.
“Hmmm, looks like we're alone now” I said, pressing my bottom back against him. Hmm, he felt even bigger than before. I ground my bottom against his cock, and felt his hands move to my hips. They moved up and down a few times as I started to move my hips up and down, slowly grinding against that lovely cock, and knowing before the night was over it would be just where I wanted it, deep inside of me.
This time when his hands moved to cup my breasts I did not stop them or move them away, and moaned softly. I started to raise my body up, using my arms to try and move myself upright so I could feel his chest against my back. But he put his hand in the center of my back and pushed down slightly. Hmmm, normally not the submissive type but I knew he loved it when I let him do as he wanted.
As he held me in place I took anther sip of the drink, vodka and tea. Not my usual drink and he had some already, but I was not complaining as I felt his hand then move down to caress my bottom. The red leather skirt I had on fit perfectly, and his hand felt wonderful. First my ass, caressing each globe, then easing down lower. Slipping under the hem, caressing the back of my thighs. He started to move them up the back and I gasped slightly, but looking to the side I saw nobody else there so said nothing.
And when his hand moved between my lightly quivering thighs, I even moved my feet a bit farther apart. I could not help a soft moan as his fingers found my quim, caressing me through the red lace panties I had selected earlier in the evening. “Oh yes baby, just like that” I whispered. His other hand left my breast and moved back as I felt him move my panties to the side.
His finger slipped into me, oh fuck yes! I had been hot and wet all evening, and it had taken all of my willpower after checking my juices earlier in the evening to not take 10 minutes to take care of myself. I moaned, feeling the finger slip out and a second finger slide in. I moved my torso all the way down, moving the glass to the side so I could rest my upper chest against the railing.
I felt him shifting, then one hand was moving my skirt up over my hips as the other reached between us. I heard the soft noise of a nylon zipper, then there it was. His cock, moving up between my thighs and against my wet lips. I looked to the side and nobody had joined us, so I just whimpered softly as the head found my opening. Pushing my wet lips to the side and moving between them.
Pleasure coursed through my entire body as the head slipped into me. I muffled the moan as best as I could as he worked himself in and out, feeling so fucking good! And he felt even longer than ever, as he started a fast but deep thrusting. I felt my walls both resisting his entrance into me, and welcoming him inside at the same time.
“Oh god yes baby, go ahead, go ahead and do it” I moaned. I looked out over the city again, wondering if my husband was going to be putting our baby into me here on the rooftop. I lowered my hand, using it to stroke my clit. It was hard, and needy as I let 3 fingers strum over the top of it. He was not taking his time, and neither was I. I heard his soft grunts and moans as he fucked my wet cunt, feeling amazingly full and it was like I could feel my ovaries reacting, the egg I hoped was there moving around and trying to catch what they would soon be finding, a large load of his thick creamy cum that I knew would soon be inside me.
I was imagining what would be hopefully happening inside of my body that night, my husbands sperm finding my egg, surrounding it and pounding on it until finally one would push its way inside, just as my husband was inside me now. The head of his sperm pounding on the membrane of one of my eggs, as his cock was pounding my pussy. I came with that image, sperm entering egg as his hard cock entered me over and over again.
And less than a minute later as I was finally starting to recover he pushed all the way into me, mashing my hips against his groin as I felt him throb and pulse, throb and pulse, cumming inside of me and filling me with that cum I so badly wanted at the moment.
He held himself still inside of me, then slowly pulled himself out. I now felt empty, but amazingly good at the same time. I heard his zipper being raised, then his hand returning to my bottom and pulling my skirt back down.
I laid against that rail, slightly stunned as I recovered my breath. I reached over and grabbed my drink and had some more, then reached down and moved my panties back over my pussy, already feeling his gift start to leak out of me.
I stood upright and turned around, but my husband was gone. I looked around, but he was nowhere to be seen. I finished the drink, then sighed and looked out over the city again.
3 minutes later I saw my husband come up next to me, and put a gin and tonic on the rail next to me. “Sorry it took so long, there was a line for the bathroom, and another line at the bar. I was thinking I would never get back out here.”
I looked into his eyes, and saw he was serious. He always had this little look to his eyes when he was trying to lie to me or tease me, and he was telling the truth! And as I picked up the glass I could tell that the condensation had just started, so this was a new drink. And if that had been him with and inside of me a few minutes ago, there was no way he could have left, then returned with another drink so fast.
I felt all the color leave my face, now knowing it had not been my husband. And I had the seed of another man swimming up inside my vagina, trying to pass my cervix. I knew then what we had to do, and do it fast. I gulped down the entire drink in one gulp, then grabbed his hand.
“Baby, we need to go home now. Call the Uber, I am going to take a fast shower then we can get started.”
I just hoped my memory was correct, and that there was still a bottle of Massengill's under the sink. And that if I caught this month, that at least whoever my mystery fucker had been would look reasonably like my husband or me.
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