Eric walked up the jet bridge, towing his roller bag behind him. His legs were stiff from the flight, but he wasn't walking bow-legged like he had been a week ago. He couldn't detect any lingering discomfort from his vasectomy reversal. No one on the business trip with him had even noticed him walking slower. He had to skip golf, but that wasn't much of a sacrifice.
He hadn't really seen what the big deal was when he got his vasectomy in the first place either. But certainly that had been a different time. A different wife. His first wife never wanted kids, and would've been a mistake to give her any, so it had made sense at the time, back when he was 25. Now he was 33 and in much better shape, with someone much better for him.
The only problem now was that he was in the middle of an airport, not an appropriate time to get an erection, but he couldn't stop thinking about how he might spring his surprise on Maggie tonight. He hustled his steps and held a folded coat over his arm at waist height, to make the tent in his pants less obvious.
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Maggie finished her last customer call of the day, and exhaled deeply. She was rocking it. She felt like a boss. Powerful.
She noticed she was even sitting taller and straighter in her chair. It was one change in herself among many that she had noticed over the past couple weeks, since she got her IUD removed.
Ever since she first became sexually active as a teenager, Maggie had been afraid of getting pregnant, and she'd always been careful not to, sticking to her birth control regimen religiously because she didn't always trust the men she was with to handle it for her reliably. Not when it was her body on the line, her carrier.
When she'd met Eric, she was already using an IUD; she knew he'd gotten a vasectomy during his first marriage, and she knew she could count on that, but for the first years of their relationship, she just hadn't bothered to change.
But then their role play turned to impregnation fantasies. Maggie knew Eric couldn't get her pregnant. Not without surgery, and she wouldn't ask that of him. But she realized that her carrier, her entire life even, was now in a place where, if she did get pregnant, it wasn't something to be afraid of anymore. The idea even excited her, though she tried not to get too carried away, since it wasn't actually going to happen.
So she'd made an appointment with her OB and gotten her IUD removed. She was looking forward to engaging in that impregnation fantasy with Eric again, but knowing that she was actually fertile this time. Then she got her period, and then Eric pulled a muscle at the gym, and then he'd been away on business...
But still, she knew that she had changed. That now she had the potential to form life within herself. The power. It gave her a measure of confidence she didn't know she was capable of. And she'd also noticed subtle changes to her physique, as her body caught up on the stages of human reproduction. Her breasts had gotten larger and more sensitive. Her thighs had gotten thicker and stronger. Her hips wider, straining at the seams of her pants sometimes. Her libido was through the roof, and whenever she slipped a finger into herself, she could feel the strength of her vaginal walls.
Maggie got home and started heating up dinner, but her eyes kept straying to her phone on the counter. Eric just texted that he had landed. She probably wouldn't get another update until he arrived home. But she was still antsy, unable to focus.
It wasn't usually like this. Eric went away on work for a week at a time several times a year, and they were used to being apart sometimes. But Maggie's thoughts kept drifting away from the task at hand.
She was hoping tonight, they'd be back together again. Her body ached with the need for it. Ever since she got the IUD removed, it was like something repressed had come unleashed. Every night this week, she'd brought herself to shaking, unstoppable orgasms, unlike anything she'd ever felt before. And that was just by her own hand. Well, her hands and the toys she needed to reach deep inside her. It hadn't been this way before, but now it felt like she needed something inside her to get off. She needed to feel it against her cervix.
She knew even that would be nothing compared to being with Eric. Even if he was shooting blanks, she knew from experience that it felt just like the real thing. It already got her off every time. Thinking about it now, she could already feel herself getting wet, a full-body flush of heat that she could feel in her face...
The pot on the stove frothed over, and the sound snapped her out of her daydreaming. She got everything sorted out, and then Eric came in, pulling his suitcase.
"How was the flight?" she asked.
"It was fine, but I'm glad to be home." He came straight to her and kissed her hard. His hands roamed her curves, making it clear what he wanted. Her. Now.
She turned away long enough to turn off the stove, and his hands pulled on her hips. She could feel his erection through his pants, pressing against her backside, and she pushed herself back against him. Could he feel how her hips had widened, she wondered?
"Are you feeling better?" she asked, gasping.
"Mm hm," he moaned.
He was being wilder than he'd been lately. Could he be reacting to the change in her? Was she giving off different pheromones now that she was fertile? Maggie didn't want to wait, but she did want all of him. She pulled away, and turned to face him again, taking his hand in hers, guiding it to her breast. Maybe they wouldn't be making a baby anytime soon, but it turned her on to know that she was capable, ready.
Part of her was in heat, she wanted to just bend over and have him rut her right there in the kitchen. But another part worried he might still be sore. She wanted to make love to him too.
"To the bedroom?" she suggested between kisses. But if he wanted something else instead, she would gladly take it.
He nodded, and led her away.
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Eric undressed Maggie in such a hurry that it made her giggle. Soon she was naked in his arms, but his business casual attire left a lot more to take off. She sat on the edge of the bed, her face at waist height as she undid his pants. He worried that the slightest touch would set him off, but his goal was to cum inside her vagina, and he didn't want anything else right now.
She wouldn't get pregnant from it of course, but he could at least imagine he was knocking her up, knowing that he was ejaculating live sperm inside her this time. That alone would be worth the hassle of the surgery. He would cum inside her, and then he would tell her about the surgery, and he knew it'd turn her on to hear that, with his semen already inside her.
Maggie pulled down his boxers, fondling his erection, licking up his precum. He'd been thinking about this all day, and it was just dribbling out of him. It felt so sweet, so tempting, he almost let his fantasy, his goal, get washed away in her gentle tongue bath. But then her hand went to his testes, still a little sore, and heavy with pent-up seed. He hadn't jacked off at all this week, doctor's orders. The twinge brought him back to his senses.
Eric took her hand in his, and he guided her onto her back on the bed, and knelt between her legs. She shivered from the first lick at her slit. And her scent--had he forgotten it over the course of a week, or was there something slightly different to it? It made him ravenous for her. His fingers found her sopping wet already, her vaginal walls squeezing down on his touch. Eric didn't feel the dangling string of her IUD, but he always tried not to, not wanting to dislodge it or cause her pain. With hardly a warning, her hand gripped his head, pulling on his hair, as she pushed her needy crotch into his face, and he could tell from ample experience that she was orgasming.
"Should we go have some dinner?" he teased.
It was just a joke, given how his erection was standing up unsatisfied. Even so, she gripped his hand hard in hers, to stop him from even thinking of pulling away.
"We haven't had the main course," she said.
"Want me to eat you some more, then?"
"No, I want you inside me."
He leaned down and kissed her. Her tongue danced with his as he shifted his rod between them, slipping between her folds to where she was already soaking, already radiating with heat.
"Please," she said. "It's my fertile time of the month. I'm ovulating."
"Should I wear a condom, then?" It was taking all his willpower, but he continued to tease her, sliding his shaft along her well-lubricated labia.
"No, I want it inside me."
She shivered beneath him as he caressed one of her breasts. Were they bigger now? His memory didn't do them justice.
"I want to feel it when you knock me up," she said.
She didn't have to wink, she could hear it in her voice. Even though this was their familiar fiction, it drove Eric mad with lust, knowing that his part in it was very real. He was looking forward to telling her, but not just yet.
With that, he started sliding himself into her. Maybe it was just that it had been a couple weeks since they last did this. Maybe it was sensitivity from after the surgery. Maybe it was because Eric hadn't even masturbated in the past week--he wanted to save it for this moment, and because it was doctor's orders. Regardless, he gasped at how exquisite it felt. He could feel the way her vaginal walls reacted with every inch he slid into her, every new sensation it brought them both.
He knew he wasn't going to last long at this rate. He had to tell her, and it had to be now.
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"You should know," he said. "I'm not shooting blanks tonight. I finally got it reversed. Should have done it along time ago."
Maggie was so absorbed in the sensation of their delicate union. She could feel him inside her in heightened detail, as if long-dormant nerve endings were waking up for the first time. As much as it was a struggle for him to form coherent speech right now, it was even harder for her to focus on it.
What she heard was a fantasy they'd played out before. She knew it wasn't real. After all, when could Eric have gotten surgery? He'd been on a business trip the whole past week.
But she tried to imagine it was real, to put herself in the mindset she'd be in, if it were. How would she feel, if he really did get his surgery reversed? If the cock thrusting into her was carrying a risk of pregnancy with it? She had seen the precum, she had tasted it. If he had the surgery done, even that would be laden with sperm. Even that would be enough to get her pregnant, now that she could get pregnant.
It would almost be enough to keep that precious knowledge to herself, but she wanted to share it with him, knowing from experience how it would drive him mad.
"Well, then you should...also know..." she gasped. "I'm not on...any birth control...right now. Any sperm inside me...could knock me up..."
She could tell by the set of his jaw that this was exciting him like she knew it would. This was exactly what she was hoping for, to take their fantasy to the next level.
"Maggie, I can't--I'm gonna--"
