Thans for Giving

When my wife proposed to me she knew I couldn't have kids, but that makes the gift we were able to give one another last year that much better. Our son Will was born a couple of months ago and we couldn't be happier.

I should explain a couple things before I get to the sexy part of the story. If you just want to skip to the sexy parts, scroll down to the dated passages below.

My first wife and I got married right out of college, and we had our daughter just a couple years later. She did not enjoy any part of being pregnant, except of course that we got our daughter as a result. She also did not enjoy any part of birth control so she was able to convince me to get a vasectomy by age 26. One child was fine with me, and since I loved her I wanted her to be happy and safe. Unfortunately a year or so later she came out as lesbian and we ended up divorcing. I can't hold her sexuality against her, because I am certain that she didn't even know that the possibility of being gay existed growing up, but I totally resent the shit out of her for almost everything else. The wasted years, the early vasectomy, the trauma of dealing with her to have time with my child, the heartbreak and the inability to trust women. I will be a much happier man when I no longer have to deal with her at all.

I did date several women in the years between that marriage ending and meeting my present wife, Anne. The vasectomy made sex a lot less stressful for me since there was no chance of an accidental pregnancy, but the heartbreak of the divorce did leave me wounded. I never intended to get married again.

Then I met Anne in a dance class and we really hit it off. We had been dating for about a year when we went to a friends wedding. Anne knew about the vasectomy, obviously, and that I probably would never be able to have kids. We had also discussed that my first marriage was horrible and that I wasn't really interested in getting married again. Anne did want kids, but she said she would be ok without having any. The wedding we attended was great, we were surrounded by lots of mutual friends, and the wedding couple seemed so in love. It was a wonderful event, Anne got a little drunk and late in the evening while we were dancing she got down on one knee and proposed to me. She obviously didn't have a ring since it was a spur of the moment decision, but since the whole lady proposing thing was weird enough we just went with it.

I agreed to marry her, obviously.

Honestly I don't know what Anne sees in me, she is smarter than I am, very pretty, and has the most open and giving personality. But, I had fallen in love again, and when she asked me to marry her I agreed wholeheartedly. I did eventually give Anne an engagement ring, but she had to give me one first since she proposed to me.

We were engaged for about a year and our wedding was spectacular. We were surrounded by our friends and family and I really felt like my life was finally going the way it should have, that our lives together would be great. Our lives were great. We had a nice home, we had lots of friends, and we got to travel occasionally. We also spent a lot of time with our extended families, and that was really the only bad part. Not the families, just the way I saw Anne interacting with the younger kids and babies. I was concerned that she might regret not having kids of her own.

The thing about vasectomies is that they are usually reversible. Not always, of course, and the reversal surgery is much more involved than the original snip snip. So, on our second anniversary I gave Anne a card saying that I would try to have the vasectomy reversed, and if possible we could try to have our own children. She was very excited about the prospect, as was I.

After the reversal the timing worked out that Anne's period ended on Thanksgiving, and we were going to start trying right after that. If we were lucky we would conceive in December, and would hopefully know by Christmas. At the same time we also had another plan and that was to have sex in every room in the house. We had started on that plan when we moved in three years earlier, but had never quite completed it. Some of the rooms were harder to accomplish than the others.

Anyway, let's move on the the sexy part, shall we? We had sex almost every other day between Thanksgiving and Christmas, and we did end up christening every room in the house. I'm not going to try to describe all that sex, we would be here for hours. I do want to give you the highlights, though.

Saturday November 26th: Not Yet Fertile

Having sex in every room of the house was a stretch goal for our season of conceiving. The bedrooms were easy, of course, and we even fucked on the floor of what would eventually become the babies room. Anne decided to start on the rest of the house in the living room, since the couch was convenient.

Anne kissed me while running her hands through my hair and her tongue across my lips. She then reached down to undo my pants and pushed them and my underwear to the floor; then she pushed me back against the coach and slid to her knees.

"Do you remember the first time I blew you? I want to do that again today. As a thank you for making a baby with me." Anne finished dragging my pants and underwear off, and then pulled off my socks as well.

I laughed, "Of course I remember that! But you can't get pregnant from a blow job!"

Anne pulled off her shirt, and reached around to undo her bra, which made her breasts even bigger than normal. Anne has great tits that seem to beg me to play with them. As she shrugged her bra off she said, "Yeah, but this weekend is too early anyway. This weekend we just practice!" With that, Anne grabbed my hard dick and started kissing up and down the sides.

I leaned back and watched my wife make love to my dick. She was very good at it, and could usually get me off pretty quickly. She wasn't trying for speed today, though, today she just wanted us to enjoy it. I smiled and started remembering the first time she blew me to completion.

I love oral, especially because it gives me the chance to give my partner an orgasm or two before I get mine. All of my previous partners had blown me as part of foreplay, but none had ever gotten me off that way. I used to be pretty repressed. Anne found out that I was effectively a blowjob virgin fairly early in our dating career. We were out at some event that I don't remember, so we were both dressed up, and being pretty lovey-dovey when I told her. She got a sparkle in her eye and grinned at me, "Well, I guess I'll have to take care of that, won't I?"

We were already planning to spend the night at my place, but when we got there Anne dragged me to the living room couch and dropped to her knees. Her tight floral print dress restricted her knees from spreading so she had to sit with her legs folded to one side. She wrestled my pants and underwear below my knees and grabbed ahold of my already hard dick. I hadn't even had time to kick off my shoes, so I was a little trapped as she started jacking me off. Once she started licking and kissing my dick Anne was able to finish taking my clothes off.

I had always held back and been careful to not even come close to coming in any of my other partners mouths, but Anne clearly wanted it. She aggressively wanted it, even. Whenever she got me to groan in pleasure she would hum and smile. Or, I guess, she smiled as much as she could. Eventually I started spasming and shot my load into her mouth. She held her lips closed and maintained eye contact throughout my orgasm. Once I was done she pulled me out of her mouth and swallowed my load. I was wiped out but watched her with a smile as she licked her lips, and used the side of her thumb to collect a stray drop of cum that had escaped. As she sucked on her thumb she smiled and asked, "How was that?"

It was great, just like the present day blowjob was great. This one was very different, though, it was slow and leisurely. Anne was in no hurry, she was slowly jacking me off with her right hand while licking around the head. Her left forearm was laying on top of my right leg, and her fingers gently tickled me. She would alternate between staring at my dick, and looking at me lovingly.

Anne could read me like a book, and when I got close she would slow down and wait for my need to pass. The fourth time she did that, though, I was a little too far gone, and my hips started humping up off the couch, trying to maintain contact. "Oh, are you close, baby? Do you want to come?"

Through gritted teeth I groaned out, "Fuck yes!"

She dove onto my dick, and ferociously started jacking me off as her left hand dropped down and started playing with my balls. I shot into her mouth, she swallowed it, and licked her lips. "Ahh, lovely." She continued slowly masturbating my dick as it got softer, and licked up the last couple of drops as they oozed out.

Anne remained on the floor, with her arms crossed and her elbows on my knees. She had her chin propped on her arms as she looked at me as I leaned back and let myself come back to earth. I leaned forward and helped her up, kissing her on the mouth as we stood up and traded places. I hadn't kissed her after the first time, but I had since learned that it was a good idea to not be squeamish about something that was inherently messy but that we both loved.

I stood up and pulled Anne up with me, kissing and hugging her tightly. I love the feel of her breasts mashed against my chest. I turned us around so that Anne was backed up to the couch and as I dropped to my knees, I kissed my way down. I kissed along her neck and across her right shoulder as I ran my fingers around her stomach. I kissed my way across her upper chest to her left breast and briefly licked that nipple before kissing down her stomach. As I moved lower I made sure to roll Anne's stretchy pants, and underwear, down her hips and legs. Once my face got to her hips I kissed, and licked, the joining between her stomach and leg from one hip bone down and then up to the other hip. I ran my nose through her pubic hair, tickling myself. She smelled lovely, and so aroused. I pulled her pants all the way off, and since she was naked I pulled my shirt off so I could be as well.

It was my turn to push Anne onto the couch, so I nudged her legs back toward the edge reached up, put my hand on her sternum and pushed back until she feel backward. I made sure she sat on the towel we had ready because when I do my job right she makes a bigger mess than I do. I took my kisses upward to her mouth, and kissed it gently before kissing my way back down her body. This time I licked and kissed her right nipple on the way past it on my way to her knees.

I took my time on the way down, gently running my fingertips everywhere I could reach. Once I got to her knees I tried to wiggle my eyebrows seductively, but that never works and she laughed at me. Well, with me, really. My seductive eyebrow wiggle apparently never looks as seductive as I think it should but it always makes Anne laugh, so I do it anyway.

Kneeling between her open knees I pulled Anne forward so that her ass is just at the edge of the seat and I began kissing my way up her legs, trailing my fingers around her thighs as I move in. Before I even got to her vagina it was obvious that she was turned on, her outer lips had parted a little, and the inner lips were already shiny. Plus, she just smelled so good.

While working on her legs I watched where I was kissing, but when I moved in to start licking her pussy I looked into Anne's eyes and smiled. My first stroke went from the bottom of her split to the top in one long slow swipe. When my tongue hit her clit her breath caught and I grinned at her again before returning to the bottom for several long slow swipes upward.

I used both hands to spread her outer lips and dove inside, making sure to bump around her clit with my nose as I licked around her opening. With my saliva and her own juices her whole vagina was soaked, and I was able to probe inside with my tongue. As she started breathing harder I started alternating between tonguing her opening and her clit. I slipped one, and then two fingers inside.

Her taste was intoxicating, and so exciting, I was turned on as much as I have ever been. It was wonderful. Almost as wonderful as her fingers running through my hair as I loved on her. I knew she was getting close when she grabbed me by the hair and held my mouth on her clitoris. I went wild kissing and flicking the hardened nub with my tongue while continuing to slide my fingers in and out. She moaned into her orgasm and I felt her vagina spasm around my fingers. Anne started squeezing me with her thighs; I couldn't have moved away if I had wanted to, but I was happy to be right there.

Eventually her orgasm calmed, and she began to get super sensitive. "Enough, enough, enough!" She started lightly slapping me on the head and trying to push me away, but she also kept clenching my head between her thighs so I had trouble moving away. I sat on the floor licking my fingers as I watched her come back to earth.

Once Anne was back and opened her eyes, I grinned at her and asked, "How was that?"

"That was lovely, now come here." She reached out to me and I leaned back in. I started kissing my way back up her body, taking my time. Once I got to her face I kissed her everywhere, and my dick rubbed against her pussy. We fucked there on the couch, and it was slow and lovely. Excellent practice for our season of conceiving.

Sat December 3rd: Peak Fertility, Weekend in Bed

We had sex several times that week, including once in the downstairs bathroom where I bent Anne over the sink and we watched ourselves in the mirror. That was pretty hot.

We planned to spend most of Saturday and Sunday in bed sexing it up since that was supposed to be Anne's peak fertility. Anne was already off to her exercise class when I got up, so I showered and got breakfast started. She came home sweaty and flushed, which she thinks is unattractive, but I disagree. Hot, sweaty and already breathing hard? Yummy.

After a nice omelette brunch Anne made her way to the shower while I got the bedroom set up. I made sure the heat was up high enough that we wouldn't need to be under covers, but not so warm that we would get unnecessarily sweaty. I closed the shades so it wasn't too bright, and lit a couple of scented candles for the ambiance.

I heard Anne start up her hairdryer and went into the bathroom to watch her finish up. She had her towel wrapped around her hips, and had both arms up blow drying and brushing her hair. The brushing motions made her luscious breasts jiggle and bounce. Anne saw me standing in the doorway watching and made a point of bouncing up and down a little. Then, the grip of the hairdryer accidentally hit the knot on the towel and the towel dropped to the ground. Anne looked over her shoulder at me and said "Oops!", but did not cover up.

When she finished her hair Anne grabbed my by the hand and pulled me into the bedroom and onto our bed. We kissed for a while, and then she asked, "Are you ready for this?"

I smiled as I rolled her onto her back and crawled between her thighs, "Yes, I am. Are you ready for this?" I licked her pussy to check how wet she was, and she was very ready. I laughed, "Yes, I guess you are!"

Anne said, "Can I start on top? Once we get started I'm going to want to stay elevated so nothing leaks out."

Who am I to argue? I love it when Anne is on top because her breasts bounce like crazy and I get to play with them. Anne straddled my waist and inserted me inside, rocking gently at first, then more vigorously. After a while she took my hands for support and brought her feet up so that she could fuck me in a squatting position. We were only touching with our hands, and our sex. The look of lust in Anne's eyes was incredible. Unfortunately that position is super tiring, so Anne was only able to last for a few minutes. But I loved every second of it.

We made love for a long time, since sex was all we had planned for the day, but I didn't want to last forever since I was concerned Anne might get sore, so I didn't try to hold back at all. Besides, the whole point was to get her pregnant, the great sex was just a bonus. We kissed and touched one another and eventually came together. When I felt that I was getting close I put my hands on her shoulders and held her down on the bed as I thrust into her. She tried to toss me off with her thrusts up toward me, but since she wanted me there she didn't try very hard, just hard enough to enjoy it. After we came I stayed inside until I started to get soft and then pulled out and put a cushion under Anne's hips.

I cleaned myself off and brought Anne a glass of water with a straw so she could stay on her back. While we waited I stroked and massaged her face, her arms, her legs. Well, everything I could reach really, so everything but her back. We talked about everything and nothing. We had a light lunch in bed which I fed to Anne so she could stay on her back. After an hour or so Anne used the bathroom and then came back to bed.

When she returned to bed Anne lay on her stomach across the cushion, which raised her luscious ass in the air. I started massaging the back of her arms, her head and the back of her legs, moving around the bed as I did each limb. I ended between her legs again as I massaged the broad expanse of her back. As I ran my hands up and down her back I would have to lean all the way over her, which would lead to my once again hard dick poking Anne between her legs. I wasn't specifically teasing her at first, but once I realized what I was doing I did continue to tease with gentle pokes and nudges.

Eventually I asked, "Are you ready for another round, or do you want me to keep massaging you?"

Anne groaned, "Just put it in already!"

I slid myself into her already lubricated pussy in just a few short strokes. Once I was in all the way I started stroking in and out until just my head stayed inside. As I was fucking her, I laid down on top of Anne and started kissing the side of her face that wasn't on the mattress. I kept having to brush her hair off her face to do it and that tender motion felt nice.

Once I felt like I was close I rolled Anne over and started kissing her whole face. I was able to support myself with my elbows on either side of Anne's head, above her shoulders. In that position we both had lots of leverage to thrust against one another. I made sure Anne came first, but I followed quickly. I again stayed inside as long as I could before pulling out.

Anne is not usually a napper, but she did fall asleep that afternoon. While she was sleeping I tied a couple of my old unused ties to the bedposts. We had done fake tie up games previously, and both had enjoyed it. It's a fake game because whoever is "tied up" just holds onto the ties, and maybe only wraps their own wrists. No real bondage was ever involved. I was, and still am, too worried that something bad might happen.

I ordered Chinese for dinner, and while I was out picking it up Anne got dressed into her pajamas and met me downstairs. We had a nice dinner together and watched some episodes of Dancing with the Stars that we had never seen. We never watch them when they are broadcast, but we do often catch up after the fact. At this point I don't even remember who was on those episodes.

Anyway we went to bed early and I made a point of showing Anne the ties, and tried my seductive eyebrow waggle. She laughed and rolled her eyes at me but she did grab the ties and wrap her wrists up a little. Then I made my big mistake. I left the room "to pee", and when I was out I put a ski mask on. I don't know what I was thinking.

As soon as Anne saw me she angrily said, "Take that off, you asshole." She released the ties and crossed her arms in front of her breasts. I honestly can't remember another time that she had ever sounded so mad at me before.