I looked at the home pregnancy test. Negative again!!!! What was wrong? I had now been married to my husband for a year and still no joy. We had tried every position known to man but for some reason it just wasn't happening. He was starting to get angry with me and blamed me for it. On many nights now I would come home from work to find him not there and out drinking with his mates. Last month I had been to the doctor and he found nothing wrong with me and told me that it takes time and not to be so anxious about it, as this was having a negative effect on our chances.
A week later I woke to the noise of my husband snoring. Today was the day I was ovulating again. I was fertile and in need of some baby making sperm. Slowly I reached down into his boxers and started playing with his cock. My pussy started to drip in anticipation. He moaned and pushed my hand away. Then I smelt it... the smell of stale alcohol on his breath. He had been drunk again and was hung over.
Fuming , I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to shower. Sitting on the toilet I began to cry. My pussy was wet, ripe for some cock and all my husband wanted to do was sleep. While sobbing I noticed that my hand had protectively covered my pussy. Well fuck him. From now on he would have to beg for it. Feeling a little better I got into the shower and prepared for work.
At work I have a great friend called Dave. Nothing has ever happened between us but we are so close, people in our department refer to us as a couple. In fact he has often referred to me as his work wife. He came into my office to get me to do some typing for him. "Another great day in New York" he said smiling at me. Straight away I burst into tears. The next thing I knew I had a comfortable arm around my shoulder. Soon I was telling him everything. How we had been trying for a year to have a baby with no success, how my husband was starting to ignore me. By now my head was resting on his shoulder and he was stroking my hair, consoling me in a hushed tone. I told him how I had gone to the doctor for a check up and come back with a positive result. Then he said something that I had not thought about. "Maybe the problem is not you"?
The more I thought about it the more I realized he could be right. My husband didn't have the highest libido at the best of times. Our sex wasn't great or not according to what I heard the other girls talking about in the canteen. As he was my first boyfriend and only lover, I didn't have anything to compare him to. But surely once a week and twice while I was fertile was too little? Also he had refused to see a doctor!
While Dave was talking to me I suddenly started to notice how manly he was. Yes that sounds stupid but is the only way I can think of explaining it. It must have had something to do with the fact that I was ovulating, but my nipples started to harden and I could feel my pussy start to tingle. Dave must have sensed something, maybe what they say about pheromones is true. He looked deeply into my eyes and must have seen the lust in them. I was a woman who was fertile and needed a cock. All he said tome is "Are you sure"? My pussy was now starting to swell, preparing for what was going to happen. I just nodded.
He went over and locked the office door. I couldn't believe what was about to happen but at the same time so happy I had worn my sexiest underwear. Had my subconscious prepared for this?
He was back. In seconds we were kissing...deeply. His hands were roaming all over my body. This wasn't a time for making love. We were like two animals and I was a bitch in heat. Within minutes he had picked me up and put me on my desk. My skirt was up around my waist and he was pulling my panties down. I was starting to moan. He looked at my pussy and made a deep guttural sound. Next thing his head was between my legs and he was kissing me. This had never happened before and I nearly fainted. His tongue was licking up and down my swollen cleft, preparing it for the cock that was about to come. I was swollen, so swollen and ready. Next his tongue moved upwards and began slowly lapping at my clit. I grabbed his head and cried out as I came all over his face.
Instead of feeling satisfied I wanted more. I wanted his cock. While eating me he had also been removing his pants and was now naked from the waist down. He stood up and kissed me on the mouth. I could taste myself and this made me even hornier. My pussy was on fire and I had an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. I reached down to touch myself as we kissed. Before my hand even reached my belly button I felt it. It was huge. I couldn't help myself and broke from our kiss and looked down. Reaching up was a huge cock, twice the size of my husbands. Suddenly I was nervous, but my pussy was not. It started to pulsate, further lubricating itself for the invasion to come.
