"You do want to have a kid, don't you?" Ashley asked her husband. "I mean, if you are having doubts, let's hold off."
"No, I really do. I love kids, but..." Brad hesitated. "I mean, I wish we could just..."
"What? We could what?" Ashley asked.
"I miss spontaneous sex...you know, just jumping you in the kitchen."
"You can still do that, but if we are going the take this seriously, we need to do this while I'm fertile, so we have to hold off until end of the week." Ashley said sadly, "I would love to feel you inside me, but you have to save that sperm of yours for when they'll do some good."
"I know, but you know how hard it is for me to get inspired when I need to perform on demand, can't we get some porn? You know how hot it makes me." Brad asked softly.
"No way. You think I want you fantasizing about some plastic bimbo while making love to me? Anyhow, how can you like that shit? Everything is so fake, I mean what woman moans, 'Oh yes, yes, yes, give it to me. Oh God, you are so big!' Who the hell says that unless they are acting? Anyhow, are you saying that I'm not sexy enough for you?" She spat angrily.
"No, really, you are sexy. You are the most beautiful woman I know, but there's something hot about watching someone getting screwed...I know it seems like they're sexier than you are, maybe because they are sluttier or something, but I find it erotic..." Brad said sadly. "At least can you wear that teddy I got you? You've never worn it, even tried it on." Brad looked at his stunning brunette wife. 5' 5" with long shapely legs, a small, tight ass, perfect clam-shell pussy, narrow waist, breasts...oh yeah, she has breasts. Large DDs that she rarely dressed to show off. If she would wear scoop necks, or v-necks, but she always wore turtle necks or buttoned up shirts. Her bras actually flattened her out, but at night, when she just wore her nightshirts...at least she always slept without panties. Ashley had actually had dozens of offers to model but wanted to focus on her degree...which she never used. But, his job paid enough and if they were to have kids, Ashley would be there to raise them. That was not all bad. When this pregnancy thing is all over he will love going back to jumping her whenever he liked and actually, no longer needing rubbers is not bad...though he doesn't last quite as long...looking at her in her nightshirt knowing she wasn't wearing panties he wished he could just fuck her right now bent over the kitchen table, but no...he'd have to wait until all the stars aligned.
"God, you men all love to treat women like sex objects. You know I hate that, anyhow those things aren't even all that comfortable...but I'll think about it. Let's talk about it later, you have to get to work."
All week Brad kept trying to get excited about making love to his wife, but with the daily reports of her temperature and ovulating schedule, he found himself just not able to get worked up. He resisted surfing porn since then he'd want to jerk off and Ashley stressed how the Doctor said with his low sperm count he had to save all he could for the egg. She told him Friday looked like the best time so he had to be ready. To make matters worse, Sherrie kept coming over for one thing or another and pressed her nice breasts against his arm, his back, even once she leaned over to grab the stapler and pressed her breast against his hand.
Thursday as he was leaving work, Jim called out to him, "Brad, where are you going? Not getting beer with us?"
Brad realized it was Thursday already and he'd been joining the guys on the dock for beers after work at the bar across the street. "Sure, I lost track of what day it was. Hang on, let me throw my crap in the car and I'll be there."
Jim, Ed, Ernie, Chuck and Rod were at the usual table and when Brad sat down, the beers were just arriving. "So how's the financial department doing?" Jim asked. "Also, how's Sherrie doing?"
Brad laughed, "Sure, the financial department...is doing great. As if you guys care. Now Sherrie. That is your real question. I've invited her to join us, but she thinks you guys are a bit crude. I mean, perhaps if you didn't leer at her every time she walked by she might like you guys."
"She likes you, though. We've all seen how she flirts with you on her way to the car, why the fuck haven't you tapped that? The melons on her! Fuck, I'd give anything to fuck those." Ed chuckled.
"I'm married. You guys know that. If I were single, I guarantee you, I'd be all over her, but I'm not going to cheat on my wife." Brad sighed thinking that Sherrie's tits were half the size of Ashley's. He was not about to mention that though since these guys as nice as they were could think about little else to talk about other than pussies (cunts, actually) asses and tits. He either deflected questions about Ashley or said she was pretty average. God, the first time he undressed Ashley and saw those huge mammaries he was stunned. How could she hide something that large? He really wanted to fuck them, but she said it was weird, but that night when they first fucked, he knew she was it, she was the one. The way she wrapped around him responding to his thrusts with thrusts of her own, and her soft mews when she came made him love her more. She told him he was her first and that was when she first told him she loved him.
"Brad? Brad, you there? Dude, your phone is buzzing." Chuck elbowed him.
"Oh, sorry, thinking about work." Brad mumbled reaching for his cell. "Hey honey, what's up? Really? Now? Ok. Let me finish my beer and I'll be right home." Brad hung up and apologized, "Guys I have to get home." He reached for his beer.
"The wife needs you home and you just jump up? Tell her you'll be home when you get home." Ed sneered and the other 4 guys all echoed that.
"I have to go, it sucks I know, but, well. We're trying to have kids and she plots out everything and I guess tonight is the optimal time...you know how it is." Brad said bitterly.
Chuck looked at him disbelievingly, "Seriously? Barb and I never 'tried' to have kids, they just seemed to happen. But, if you have to go back and fuck the wife, go. I am not sure why you look so down about it, Christ! What is she 23? I'd be in my car by now to slam my cock into a young piece of ass." He laughed.
"Yeah, I know. But this whole scheduled thing makes it more like a chore. I can't wait until it's over so It can just fuck her when I want." Brad said getting up.
"God, you've never shown us pictures of your wife, but perhaps you do need to tap Sherrie if it is a chore to fuck your wife." Rod added.
After Brad left, Rod turned to the others, "You guys ever seen his wife?" Seeing them all shake their heads, he said, "Where the heck does he live?"
Brad walked in and was stunned to see his wife on the couch wearing the white teddy. He stared at his stunning wife revealing more than he thought possible. Her large dark nipples and small patch of pubic hair were easily visible through the sheer fabric. Her breasts were spilling out around the small strip of fabric on top. Then he felt his cock stir as she opened her legs and revealed the slit in the fabric exposing her perfect lips.
With a grin, she picked up the remote and the TV came to life showing a large breasted brunette sucking a huge cock...the sound of moans and slurping echoing around the living room. "Close your mouth and come over here. Get that cock of yours out and let me take care of it."
Brad couldn't believe it. Ashley had put his cock in her mouth once and declared she didn't like it so this was a treat. Brad wasted no time ripping off his pants and standing in front of his hot wife. He looked over to the TV and hoped she could take his cock as deep as the girl could, but even if she only sucks on the head...
Ashley took his cock and gently stroking it, began running her tongue up and down the shaft. She gently stroked his balls with one hand while gripping his cock with the other. "Good lord, you are really hard. I guess I shouldn't stop." She purred. She opened her mouth and sucked the head in and was pleased to hear Brad groan with pleasure. She swirled her tongue around the head as she sucked more and more into her mouth. She reached around and grabbed his ass as he started to pump into her mouth. She thought perhaps this was not so bad as he thrust in and out of her mouth. She pulled her mouth off his cock, "Remember, you cannot cum in my mouth, we have to save that so you can knock me up."
Brad had no idea where she learned to suck cock like a pro, but decided it was something she picked up naturally. He looked down at her with her lips sliding on the shaft of his rigid dick and when he felt a familiar aching in his balls he put his hand gently in her head and stepped back. "Perhaps you'd better stop. I think I'm ready to fill you with all the sperm I've been saving up for the last week. Spread those legs, babe, I'm coming in." Brad ripped his shirt off and stepping between her fully spread legs, grabbed his cock and bent over to line it up with her moist pussy lips.
"Holy fuck! I thought he said she was plain, this babe is fucking hot You see those tits?" Brad was jolted upright hearing Ed's voice from the doorway.
"Get the fuck out of here, you cannot barge in like that." Brad yelled.
Ashley struggled to close her legs but Brad was between them and she saw the five strange men staring at her wide open crotch. "Brad, dammit, Brad get off me! Who the fuck are these guys? How did they get in here? Didn't you lock the front door?" Ashley screamed finally squirming off the couch and standing up. "What did he say? Did you say I was plain?" Ashley swung her fist hitting Brad in the side of the head as he was looking at the guys, making her left breast bounce out of the small teddy. She swung her arms across her chest and glared at the men standing in her living room. She was aware of the moans coming from the TV making her blush more.
