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.
He went next door and fumbled behind Steph and Dave's mailbox until he found what he was looking for: their spare key. Steph and Dave had let them know it was there when they went on vacation a couple years ago, so they could water Stephanie's plants. Ken let himself in and quietly went up to the bedroom. In the light from the hallway he could see Stephanie's curvy form under the covers.
He went down the hall to the bathroom and found some of Dave's cologne. Dabbing some on him, he also gargled some mouthwash he found. He didn't want any way for Steph to realize he wasn't her husband. He went back to the bedroom and closed the door behind him, cloaking the room in darkness. He quickly removed his clothes and slipped under the covers. Stephanie murmured a little and he paused, waiting for any sign she was awake. Her slow breathing resumed.
He spooned with her, feeling her warm body cuddle back into him. His penis, which was already at half-mast, rose to its full size, pressing into her butt. He reached around her, caressing her waist, then her stomach, then moved his hand up to her ample breasts. Damn, but he loved her tits; much bigger than his wife's.
He started nuzzling her neck and she sighed. He ran his hand down her body, to her crotch, and started to rub his fingers along her pelvic bone and pussy lips, then when it came out, her clit. She got wet very quickly, he found, and he turned her onto her back as he got between her legs.
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Next door, Dave was in heaven as Jen gave him a long, slow blowjob. He lay back on the bed and watched the beautiful woman fellate him, and knew he was the luckiest guy in the world.
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Ken positioned his rock-hard dick at the entrance to Stephanie's hot, wet cunt. He savored the warmth of her pussy lips as he held himself there, then slowly pushed into her depths, groaning. Once he had bottomed out within her, he ground his crotch into hers. She was making cooing noises, but still seemed to be asleep.
As Ken continued to grind himself into the sleeping woman, he buried his face in her tits, licking and sucking. Her breathing increased dramatically, and he felt a pulsing around his cock. She was orgasming already! Jen had mentioned that Steph would probably be in a heightened sexual arousal due to her fertile time and all the alcohol she had consumed.
Knowing that he had a good chance to impregnate the lying bitch spurred him on. He pulled out almost all the way out of the unwary beauty, then pushed back in. She continued to gasp and grunt, her orgasm amplified by his movement within her. He increased his speed.
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Jen was on her hands and knees now, getting a tremendous ramming from behind. Dave hadn't cum yet, as she had stopped sucking him off in order to get him inside her. Despite getting pregnant from it, her unprotected sex with him had been the most erotic experience of her life. The feel of his unsheathed penis within her was incredible, and she could feel her orgasm approaching.
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