Jennifer couldn't believe it: she was pregnant!
The pregnancy test was positive. How had this happened? Ken always used a condom when they had sex.
She sat down on the toilet seat cover, burying her face in her hands. She didn't want this, but her strict Catholic upbringing, while not a large factor in her life anymore, just couldn't let her have an abortion.
A trip to the doctor confirmed it: about a month-and-a-half along. She had missed her first period a couple weeks after New Years, and when she missed it again the next month, she bought the pregnancy test. But that meant that New Year's Eve...
Her mind flashed back to that night. She remembered her friend Stephanie getting fucked by Ken, and herself bouncing on Stephanie's husband Dave's cock. They had fucked each other's spouses, without condoms, although Ken said he came inside Steph accidentally.
Steph had told her that Dave had had a vasectomy! He was safe!
Later that week, Jennifer visited Stephanie and Dave. She got Dave alone and asked him about the vasectomy -- Ken was considering one, she covered -- when did he have his? A week or so before New Years, Dave told her.
Jennifer later asked Stephanie about her period. No problems, Steph replied. She had been worried about Ken cumming inside her when she might have been fertile, but she had gotten lucky; "Aunt Flo" came to visit right on time.
Stephanie knew not to ask Jennifer about her period, as even cursory interest might cause the woman to suspect the trick that had been pulled on her. Oh well, she thought, I guess we'll all find out soon enough...
Jennifer researched vasectomies on the Internet and found that a week wasn't long enough to start having safe unprotected sex! No self-respecting doctor would have kept that information from his patient or their wife; Stephanie lied to her, and now she was pregnant with Dave's baby!
She was furious! How could her friend do this to her! The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. It wasn't really rape; she had wanted the sex, just not the sperm!
She told Ken about a week later, once she had calmed down. He could count back just as easily as her, and rushed for the door, meaning to go next door and beat the crap out of Dave.
Jen stopped him and revealed her plan. He calmed down, but there was a gleam in his eye. Revenge...
Jen and Ken visited Dave and Steph several times a week after that. One evening, Dave was on his back, working on the underside of the furnace in the basement when he felt a touch on his inner thigh. His head went up and banged into the metal. Wham!
"Ow! What the hell--?" Dave squirmed out from under the furnace, still on his back. Jennifer was there, knelt down, her hand now moving higher up his thigh. "Jen, what--?"
"Oh, Dave, I can't stop thinking about you, since New Year's. You felt so good inside me..." She blinked her long lashes at him.
Dave was taken aback. She hadn't said more than a few words to him since that night, and he thought she had been weirded out. So she had just been shy about her true feelings for him! He rose up to try to kiss her.
She turned away. "No, Dave...I...I can't...not now..." She got back up, and he was left with a good view of her shapely behind as she stole back up the stairs.
She continued the "come here/go away" routine for a few weeks, until Dave had been worked up into a fine lather. She had been checking for Stephanie's menstrual pads in the bathroom garbage every time she visited, and had been able to determine her cycle, so it was finally time to get revenge.
She convinced Dave and Stephanie to invite her over on Friday night. Ken would be staying late at work, she said. They would have a little party.
When Friday night came around, Dave filled Stephanie's glass with double scotches, and later, as she got more and more blotto, triples.
"Aren't you having any, hon?" Steph asked Jen, who had been drinking pop all night.
"No, Steph," Jen replied. "I haven't been feeling well. I was a little sick this morning."
Even drunk, Stephanie knew what that could mean. Jen wasn't showing yet, but if she was pregnant, liquor would be the worst thing. "It's probably a good idea you aren't drinking, then," she said, mostly to herself. "Well, more for me!"
By 10pm Stephanie was out cold. Dave carried her upstairs, undressed her and put her to bed. Spying movement, he turned to the door. Jennifer was there, crooking her finger in the universal sign of "come here big boy."
They rushed next door, went to the bedroom and tore off their clothes. Dave had fantasized about Jennifer since he had met her, and it only got worse after New Years. To feel her toned body, her snug cunt around his member only once and never again? He was like a drug addict, he realized. Once was never enough.
Ken wasn't really at work; he was waiting at home! The moment he heard his front door open, he was out the back like a flash. Jennifer would keep Dave busy for quite a while.
