Ken flopped back onto his chair, flabbergasted at her so-called ‘good news’. He looked at her, not wanting to believe this was happening. It had to be a bad joke!
“Are you joking?” he slowly asked her.
“No!” she babbled. “Isn’t it wonderful? After all our trying! Three years is a long time but we finally made it. Now all we have to do is bake the cake. I want it to be a boy and to grow up to be exactly like his father!”
She planted a kiss on his lips and softly slid her tongue passed his teeth in search of his own tongue. As her hands softly massaged the back of his neck and her tongue teased his, he felt a twitch between his thighs. DAMN! She knew how to press his buttons!
Sarah suddenly got up and left the room to prepare their evening meal. He could feel the tension rising in his head and decided he would take a shower to try and calm down. With a hunched back and deep in thought he padded to the bathroom. He quickly pulled off his shirt.
Bake the cake indeed, he mused to himself. Unfastening his trousers and dropping them and his underpants to the floor he stood naked in the centre of the bathroom as his mood got blacker. Grow up to be exactly like his father? God knows who that would be! He suddenly erupted, unable to contain himself any longer.
“Sarah!” he called out to his wife. “Come in here a minute!”
He watched her walk into the bathroom, an inquisitive look on her face. He looked at her. A lock of ash blonde hair fell over one of her eyes. The tee shirt she wore was half a size too small for her, but this only helped accentuate her rounded breasts and slim waistline. Her jeans gave her hips definition and he could see what a beautiful woman she was. He remembered their lovemaking and how she had driven him and herself almost to the edge of insanity with both of them riding a cloud of ecstasy. She sat down next to him.
“Oh look!” she cried out in glee staring at his naked form, “I’ve got an appetiser before dinner!”
She went down on her knees and took his flaccid member in her hand and wrapped her soft lips around it, but Ken wasted no time in getting straight to the point. “Who are you fooling around with?”
The shock hit her like a slap across the face. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. She looked up straight into his eyes still holding his penis in her hand.
“What do you mean?” she asked letting him go and standing up straight. “Have I ever given you cause to doubt me?”
“No,” he replied. “What I mean is how did you get pregnant?”
Her face brightened and she relaxed.
“The usual way,” she told him, “by making love to you! Didn’t you know that is how women get pregnant?” she joked.
“That’s right,” he said to her laughing at the small joke, “now I remember. My father told me all about it when he taught me about the birds and the bees.”
“There you are! I knew it would come to you!”
“Yes,” he continued, “I remember all of it now, but there is one small problem!”
“What’s that?” she asked softly cupping his balls in her hand.
He roughly pushed her hand away.
“I’m sterile!” he told her. “Whose child are you carrying?”
She put her hand to her mouth in shock and slowly shook her head.
