Codes: MF, Cheating, Pregnancy
Characters:
Emma: F, Age 23
Ryan: M, Age 29, Emma's husband
Keith: M, Age 26, Emma's first boyfriend
Jalen: M, Age 25, Hot Black Guy
As Emma, his wife of four years walked by wearing shorts and a thin pullover top, Ryan looked up from the sofa and gave a barely audible whistle causing Emma to look back and smile. After giving birth to a daughters Emma had put on a few pounds and wasn't as thin as she was five years ago when they first met, but Emma had the looks and that something special that would still turn men's heads.
It kind of stroked his ego when other men, especially younger better-looking men, thought Emma was hot and for quite some time he had fantasies of Emma succumbing to the charms and surrendering to her unconscious desires to be fucked by a sexy exceptionally good looking younger guy.
That night after Ryan and Emma watched the 1972 classic
"
Behind the Green Door
" where a beautiful girl is fucked a sexy black guy, his fantasies caused Ryan's cock to be especially hard and as his cock penetrated Emma's pussy, he asked, "
Honey, wouldn't you love it if right now I was a hot young black man and it was his big black cock pounding your pussy?"
"
No, of course not; you are the only man I have ever had sex with and you are the only man I have ever wanted,
" Emma lied.
"
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to fuck another man with a bigger cock?
"
"
Dear, are you feeling insecure for some reason? You are everything I want in a man and your cock is the perfect size for me.
"
"
I would kind of like it if you would fuck some hot young man with a bigger cock.
"
"
That's not going to happen so just make love to me the way I like it and stop talking about this nonsense
."
At first, she had put it out of her mind, but then most of the day Emma was thinking about Ryan's suggestion. That wasn't the first time Ryan had indicated that he wouldn't mind if she fucked a younger good looking man, especially if he had a big black cock. She had always ignored hubby's suggestions as nothing more than momentary thoughts of a horny man. However, now she wondered if Ryan really would like for her to fuck a young black man. Of course, that is not something she would do, but she remembered several times when she was flirting with a guy that did, in fact, make her pussy wet.
Emma knew she would never give in to her desires to be with another man, but it wouldn't be cheating if that is what her hubby wanted to happen.
Emma has always been faithful. Well, there was this one time that happened one year after she married Ryan. It was a chance affair. She was out on a weekly ritual with several of her girlfriends. They had been getting together since shortly after she married Ryan year, but not everyone went out every week. Typically, their night centered on lots of talking and sometimes a club. Occasionally, a man would move in and try to pry somebody away from the group. The women expected each other from time to time to talk to, and perhaps even leave with a man. Even though they all had a male partner at home, they enjoyed unspoken sisterly complicity.
Tonight it was her turn. Quite by chance, who should walk into the club but the man she had met during her senior year in high school. They fucked on the third date and for about eight months until several months after she graduated he had been her weekend sexual partner. Later she led Ryan to believe she was a virgin when they met and she would never tell him otherwise.
She and he recognized each other immediately and spent virtually the whole evening talking, catching up on events since their last, rather acrimonious, meeting. She learned that he now worked on the other side of the country but was in town for a week on business.
He still oozed masculinity, promiscuity—and unreliability. Kudos though there had been in being his girlfriend, she had eventually broken up with him when she discovered his varied infidelities. She needed someone she could rely on. Now, however, meeting him out of the blue, many of her old feelings returned. All the same, at the end of the evening she rejoined her group.
The next day, they did meet and have a quick lunch and arranged to meet for dinner. Since it was an evening that Ryan would be out with friends, she reasoned there was no need or point in telling him. As far as she was concerned, the evening would be totally innocent and therefore not worth mentioning anyway. Nevertheless, she took her ex-boyfriend to a restaurant some way out of town where they were unlikely to be seen.
All through the evening, it was obvious he was expecting them to end up in bed back at his hotel. He was very attentive and flirtatious, and from time to time he would find an excuse to touch her. But the thought of infidelity never seriously crossed her mind. She still found him attractive and his touches arousing, but she also found his expectation of sex irritating. As a result, she had a long cool phase. Eventually, he got the message and backed off. On the way back, they simply exchanged pleasantries.
In the few moments before she got out of his car, they spoke as if they were never going to meet again. She surprised herself when a sudden feeling of warmth, nostalgia, and maybe guilt prompted her to kiss him briefly on the cheek. She surprised herself, even more, when she kissed him again, this time on the lips. Somewhat flustered by this momentary surge of passion, she quickly got out of the car, wished him a good life, and went inside.
When Ryan returned home an hour later, she was in bed pretending to be asleep. While he was sleeping, her thoughts and dreams raced around with the excitement of the evening.
All the next day, she couldn't believe how easy it had been. She had spent the evening, albeit quite innocently, with another man, and absolutely no one had known about it. The man, their evening, their conversations, and their kiss, as memories of their earlier sex life when she was still a teenager, were at the back of her mind continually. Her thought kept her in an almost permanent state of subliminal excitement. Her underwear was damp virtually all day, and on one visit to the bathroom, she masturbated.
Emma didn't have sex with Ryan that Friday night but she did on Saturday. On Saturday night she more or less insisted that he give her an orgasm before entering her. It was rare for her to climax during intercourse itself so when she really wanted to she made sure it was during foreplay. On Sunday morning she had masturbated while taking a bath, then appeared naked in the living room and seduced Ryan into sex on the floor. During each orgasm over the weekend, the fantasy in her mind was not on Ryan but of a real or imaginary scene from the past with her ex-boyfriend.
All weekend, she secretly relished her burst of sexual activity and excitement. At no point, however, did she ever contemplate doing anything more dangerous than fantasizing about illicit sex. But on Monday, her mood began to change. Her boyfriend was leaving on Thursday and she might never see him again. An idea began to form in her mind, and her excitement slowly turned to nervousness. Maybe she should see him just one more time. It would be easy to arrange, Instead of meeting up with her friends she could spend the evening with him. All she had to do was pick up the phone and call him. Easy.
The thought both excited and frightened her, so much so that all day Monday she did nothing but relish it. On Tuesday she found the courage to phone just once but got no answer. On Wednesday morning, her mood changed from fear and guilt to one of calm confidence. Why shouldn't she see him again? He was an old friend, and this might be her last opportunity. After all, their previous evening together had been innocent enough—there was no need to feel guilty or nervous. And there was no need to tell anyone, either.
At her third attempt, he answered his phone. He was pleased and surprised to hear from her but was in a hurry and, without time to discuss arrangements, suggested that she call him at his hotel that evening. She agreed, and spent the rest of the day in a state of high excitement. She told Ryan, as she left him at seven o'clock that she was visiting a friend and might be late. He complained, but not much.
She was nervous as she arrived at the hotel, and the first few minutes of conversation were very awkward. However, even before they had finished their drink, it was as if she was 18 again. The last five years apart had never happened. Tonight her mood and behavior were quite different than the previous week. After another drink, she sat with her knees touching his and, as the conversation flowed, touched him frequently on his leg or arm. When He suggested that they eat in the hotel restaurant "
to avoid going out in the cold,
" she readily agreed. After dinner, he "
just had to go up to his room
" to get a photograph to show her. She went with him because she had "
always wanted to see what the rooms were like in this hotel.
"
He never did show her the photograph. Within moments of closing the door, they were kissing and removing each other's clothes. Almost before she could take a breath, they were naked on the bed fucking as he quickly spewed his cum deep into her pussy. She had been taken aback by his urgency but made no attempt to slow him down. He didn't use a condom and it didn't occur to her to ask. Her pussy had been wet with anticipation all day, and as she walked into his room it had been in full flow. Penetration had been quick and easy, and ejaculation swift.
When it was over he apologized, saying that his urgency was because he had never stopped loving her and had been desperate for her. He promised that he would make it up to her. And he did. For thirty minutes he caressed and played with her body with an understanding that Ryan seldom showed. After she climaxed, they dozed for a while in each other's arms. Then they began all over again. This time his urgency had gone. Fucking was slow and long. Unusually for her, she climaxed during thrusting, just a few seconds before he ejaculated.
They settled into another postcoital embraced, but their tranquility didn't last long. For the first time that night, guilt and panic began to grow in her mind. It was getting late. Her fear became all-consuming. She had to get home. He urged her to stay the night—to phone Ryan and give some excuse for not coming home. But she would not hear of it. She just had to get home. Eventually, she escaped from his bed on the pretext of going to the bathroom. Then she refused to return to bed and began to get dressed. Conversation became tense and forced. She even became irritable with him, and their parting was awkward. As she taxied home, her flowback seeped onto her panties but she did not notice. Her mind was too full of what she should do when she got home.
Quietly, so as to not wake Ryan, she undressed, washed herself thoroughly, and got into bed. Then she set about waking and arousing him. When he was erect, even before he was fully awake, she sat astride him, inserted his cock, and after a while managed to get him to cum in her pussy. He dimly registered that she was very wet but thought no more of it, and concentrated instead on enjoying a fuck without effort.
The next day her ex-boyfriend left for home. They were never to see each other again. The day after that, she ovulated and conceived. Over the next three weeks, she and her hubby had sex a half dozen times. By the time she discovered her pregnancy, her night of infidelity had become a distant memory. The guilt and fear had all but gone, and she could almost believe that it had never happened. She gradually convinced herself that the baby was Ryan's. After all, she had sex with him seven or eight times that month compared with that single night with her ex-boyfriend.
Nine months later she was to have a daughter with type A blood. She is type O and Ryan is type B, but that held no meaning to her. As her daughter grew, she came to look more and more like her mother. She also became noticeable more attractive, more dynamic, and more popular than Ryan and other members of his family.
Ryan never once suspected that at the conception of Emma's daughter her body contained sperm from another man as well as from him. Even she never knew for certain what happened inside her body during those few critical days. Neither of them knew that the tiny sperm that entered her egg to produce her first daughter was in fact not her hubby's but her ex-boyfriend.
Over the next several days Emma's excitement grew as she though back thinking about her only infidelity. She fondly remembered the thrill and excitement she experienced but had long forgotten the fear, panic, and nervousness she felt thinking that her infidelity might be discovered. She knew having sex with another man is something she would never do again but she did masturbate to one of her fantasies.
A couple of days later, she did enjoy a brief chance meeting with a cute college freshman. They chatted a bit while waiting in line to purchase a subway sandwich. Then they shared the same table and engaged in some light flirting. She told Ryan, "
At lunch today, I sat at a table and with a cute college student and it was kind of fun when he flirted with me.
"
"
Would you like to fuck him?
"
"
No! I'd feel like I was robbing the cradle but what would you do if I did?
