This story is a complete work of fiction. While the story does contain some elements drawn from my personal experiences, any resemblance to real people or events is simple coincidence. This is a slow burn to get to where we are going; at the time of writing, this is far and away my longest piece, at more than thirty-eight thousand words. This is also my first piece of published erotic fiction; all other stories I have shared to this point detail accounts of actual experiences I have lived.
Be warned that this story deals with a wife who has sex with men other than her husband, with his consent and approval. It also contains interracial and pregnancy risk themes. If any of these items bother you, please consider one of the many thousands of other stories on Literotica.
I sincerely hope that you enjoy this tale.
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Kathryn Stevens sat nervously perched on the edge of her toilet seat, studiously avoiding looking at the plastic stick in her hand. She was nine days late at this point, and her body felt off in a familiar way... so she had decided that it was time to be sure.
It was really only a matter of time, she supposed. She and her husband Ken never used condoms -- she had made a painful, itchy discovery as a teen that she had a latex allergy. Kathryn -- Kate (but never Katie) to her friends - had used various other methods of birth control over the years, but none of them were great for her. The pill made her gain weight, made her moody, and tanked her libido. The ring was better, but she didn't like the weird bleeding she was prone to while on it. The damned shot, while convenient, caused an allergic reaction that got worse every single time she got it - to the point that Ken had forbidden it as an option after her hives had included trouble breathing the last time the doc had given it to her. Kate had unsuccessfully tried an IUD years ago, but the bleeding just never seemed to stop; she wasn't keen on giving that another go. She had used the pill for years as the best of a bunch of bad options, but she had reached her wits end with it.
Six months ago, Kate had decided to not refill the pill, and holy shit had she been so much happier off of the damned thing. The fifteen pounds she had struggled with for the past couple of years seemed to just melt away. She was happier, more confident, vibrant. Ken had appreciated the changes in her attitude (to say nothing of the massive jump in her sex drive) so much that it didn't take much convincing for him to agree to say to hell with the pill. They had chosen to go back to pulling out... but the fact was that they had NEVER been very good at it -- their first three children were evidence of that.
Well, evidence of that and of Kathyrn's high fertility. She had two friends who had struggled with getting pregnant, and she knew that it was normal for most people to have to try for months... but Kate herself had the opposite issue. It seemed that Ken had to only look at her the wrong way, and that poor rabbit was as good as dead.
She'd been off of contraception for six months now, and they had quickly moved from pulling out every single time to pulling out only on risky days. Kate's cycle had always been clockwork regular -- bleed for two to three days, ovulate on day fourteen. Every time.
She and Ken had joked about it -- once, they had gone so far as to chart her periods ahead of time on a brand new calendar for the entire coming year. She was only off by a single day on one period for the entirety of those twelve months.
In theory, they should have been pretty safe. In practice, the couple were their own worst enemies when it came to safety. Both Ken and Kate absolutely loved it when he came inside of her. Kate always felt a little unfulfilled, a little hollow if he pulled out. And Ken loved to fill his wife up; he always said that it just felt like his cum belonged inside of her. As a result, neither of them were super wonderful at insisting on proper pulling out; he would often push the absolute limits of his ability to hold back his orgasm, she would often lock her legs around him and try to get him to stay inside for a few extra seconds when he was ready to come.
Given these tendencies, given how they kept pushing things right up to the risky days, it really was only a matter of time. And so, here she was, thirty-eight years old and a mother of three, feeling like the three minutes for the pregnancy test to give an answer was more like three hours. Finally though, the time was up, and Kate turned the test over.
There it was -- the faint but unmistakable second blue line that she had known she would see. Baby number four was on the way.
Now, Kate just had to figure out how to tell her husband.
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Not to sound overly trite, but Kathyrn and Kenneth Stevens were a happy couple. They had been married for sixteen years, had gone through the challenges of being young and poor, of dealing with long career hours to get ahead, of the trials and tribulations of parenthood. They had two boys, one girl, ages twelve, nine, and three. Ken was successful in IT; Kate had been a nurse, but when she got pregnant the third time, she had decided that she wanted to become a stay at home mom. Ken had grown a sideline consulting business that didn't fully replace her salary, but did make it viable for them to make such a move, so Kate had quit work before baby number three. She had been by and large content with her life since that time.
As most couples experienced, Kate and Ken's sex life had been up and down over the years. When they had first gotten together, they had that early relationship period where they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. They had been open minded, free willed, happy to try almost anything once (and most things twice, just in case the first time was a one-off bad experience). Years and life and kids and responsibilities had sapped some of that fire away, and their sex lives had waxed and waned over time. Truth be told, sex had become less frequent, less passionate in recent years... but Kate going off the pill had seemed to jump start things quite a bit.
Kate had always been an attractive woman - a fairly tall brunette with curves in all the right places, and gorgeous blue eyes. Mother nature had blessed her with C cup breasts which had swollen quite a bit with motherhood. Naturally, nursing babies had taken a toll there, but Ken (who never seemed to see the need as Kate had never lost any beauty in his eyes) had agreed that she could get a lift done after the last baby if she truly wanted it; these days, her round D cup breasts sat high and proud on her chest.
Ken himself was the most normal, unremarkable guy you'd ever meet. Two years Kate's senior, he was a couple of inches short of six feet tall, with an average build (that might have been slightly softening around the middle), and brown hair and eyes. Turning forty hadn't cost him his hair yet, but he didn't kid himself -- that hairline was slowly receding. What Ken did was work hard between his day job and his consulting business, sometimes putting in extremely long hours. He never complained, though; he wanted the best for his family, and he worked to provide that for them.
Since her husband did such a good job in the sole provider role, Kate felt that it was her part to take care of the home and kids, as well as take care of herself -- losing the last of the baby weight had been one of her big motivations to stop the pill, after all.
The thought made the housewife frown a little. She had worked her ass off to get her pre pregnancy body back, she'd had the lift done... but damn it, here she was pregnant again. She made a vow to stay very active, to gain as little weight as possible during the pregnancy, to do everything she could to minimize the impact to this body she had worked hard for.
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Kate lay back, totally limp, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Ken had always been excellent at giving oral, but when she came this time, she had been worried that her actual soul was going to leave her body. "Oh God, stop, no more, oh come here," she panted.
Ken knew how to set his wife off, knew which buttons to push. He had focused hard on her clit, but when her orgasm started, he had shifted to licking inside of her vagina, basically fucking her with his tongue. For whatever reason, that seemed to magnify the orgasms for Kate, and he was happy to do whatever it took to please her. To be fair, he absolutely loved to worship his wife's pussy, would have been happy to lick her anytime, anywhere. So to keep licking while she grinded and clenched against his face, saturating him with her juices... well, his attitude there was akin to Bre'r Rabbit and the briar patch.
Grinning, he moved up above his wife. Kate looked deeply into his eyes as she took Ken's stiff cock into her hand and aimed it at her molten center. As wet as she was, it took exactly one thrust for him to nestle his balls up firmly against his wife. Kate gasped -- while not huge, her husband was a little longer and a bit thicker than the average guy, and he always seemed to fill her up just perfectly.
His wife wore a sultry look on her face as Ken began to slowly grind in and out of her. She was so very wet tonight, and seemed to respond to every little motion of his. When he went to kiss her, she responded eagerly -- a bit unusual, since Kate wasn't normally a huge fan of tasting her own juices on his mouth after he had gone down on her, but Ken wasn't about to complain. After several moments, she broke the kiss and fixed him with a deep gaze.
"I have something important to tell you," she breathed with a crooked grin.
He matched her grin. "So tell me," he replied while maintaining his motions.
"You're going to be a dad again," she stated. "I'm pregnant."
Ken's grin grew so wide that it threatened to split his face. "I thought so," he replied.
Confusion crossed Kate's face. She had thrown the pregnancy test packaging away in the outside trash can, and the test itself was under some towels in the linen closet. How could he have known?
"How...?" she started.
Her husband kissed her again. "Shhhh," he replied, cutting her off. "I'll explain later. Right now, I'm enjoying this pregnant pussy. I definitely won't be pulling out."
