I knew from the day we met that I loved Greg and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. And I quickly found out that he felt the same way. We got married after a year and a half, and now we've been happy married for nearly a decade.
But one thing we've never managed to agree on was whether to have kids. I know that it's something people typically expect their life partners to agree with them about, but I wasn't going to let a once in a lifetime match go, just because Greg didn't want children. I thought he'd come around to the idea in time.
But nine years later, we were still due to come to a consensus on it. Having kids isn't the kind of thing you can really compromise on, because you either have them or you don't. But we kept putting off the decision. Which worked out fine for Greg, but I knew that eventually time would run out.
One day as I was taking my birth control, I decided I was going to stop taking it. That night when Greg and I got into bed together, I kissed him, stroked him, got him going. When we were both ready, he pressed the tip of his penis into me. And then I told him.
"Just so you know, I'm going off the pill," I said. "And then whether we have a child will be up to you and chance."
He stopped caressing my breasts, stopped stroking in and out of me. "Are you off it already?"
"No, I wouldn't do that without warning you. But today's the last day," I said.
"If I cum in you tonight, is it going to stick around, and...?" he asked. I saw the fear and concern in his eyes.
"No, no. It'll take a little while for my birth control to wear off. But you should just know that sometime soon I'll be fertile, and I don't know exactly when it'll be," just talking about it made me happy and horny at the same time.
We made love tenderly that night, and came together when he exploded inside me. From that point on, Greg started using condoms when we were together.
My next period was the heaviest it had been since I was a teenager. And then a couple weeks after that, even without checking, I could feel the difference. I knew I was fertile.
I seduced my husband that night, and as I sucked him to hardness, I told him. "Honey, I'm pretty sure the birth control has worn off. So if you get any cum in me, or maybe even precum, I could get pregnant."
The idea turned me on so much. I hoped that if it turned Greg on too, maybe he'd go against his better judgement and fuck me unprotected. He reached for a condom from the drawer. But I was so worked up I used his body to reach orgasm before he grunted and filed up the rubber.
That was nearly five months ago. Since then, there have been no incidents. No breakages, no seepage, no slips, no lapses in judgement, no just the tip. We aren't teenagers after all, we know how to use condoms effectively. The thought of sabotaging them had crossed my mind, but I couldn't do that to Greg. I'd given him a choice in the matter, I couldn't take it away.
Last night he had fucked me again. Going off birth control had made me horny more often, and it seemed like having me around was having that effect on him too. He finally came into the condom while I urged him on, but I was left unsatisfied. I could have fingered myself the rest of the way. I could have asked him to help. But I had done those things so many times already, and I missed the times when we could orgasm together. When I could get off, not by my own hand or by asking a favor, but by feeling him feeling the same thing inside of me.
So I went to sleep unsatisfied, and the feeling still lingered when I got up. All day at work, I got hardly anything done. My mind was a fog, my head felt feverish.
I got home from work and started changing out of my work clothes, but I still felt hot, and sat down on the edge of the bed to cool off. I looked at myself in the mirror. After going off birth control, I had gained weight in my breasts, my hips, and I had a little more protective padding on my belly. I cupped a breast in my hand, my fingers brushing a sensitive nipple. I had tried to prevent the weight gain by exercising, but where I was gaining muscle definition was in my thighs, and the muscles between them that weren't visible from the outside. I slipped my other hand down to my slit, to my slick labia, and I pushed a finger into my hole, and felt my vaginal muscles clamp down on it. The motion gave me a little thrill, and I practiced it. Maybe in time, I would be strong enough to pull the condom off of Greg's cock.
I lay back on the bed and let my hand seek my release, but my orgasm, when it arrived, felt weak and diluted. I had an idea, and it was crazy, but I had to try something. I wanted to feel cum inside me again, even if it wasn't real. I got up and went to the kitchen. I heated up some water in the microwave, and stirred in a bit of corn starch to thicken it up a bit. That also turned it a cloudy white, just like the real thing. It was still too hot to put in me, but I knew it would lose heat quickly.
I went back to the bedroom. I still needed some way to get it into me. None of my toys would work for that, and I didn't have any kind of syringe, or frosting bag, or...I decided I could try filling an unused condom. I tore open the packet, unrolled it, and poured in the warm mixture. Then lying on the bed, I tucked the open end into my vagina, and kept the rest of it in one hand. I frigged my clit with my other hand until I was on the verge of orgasm again, and then I squeezed the contents of the condom into me. It wasn't entirely like being with Greg had been before, but ohhh did it do the trick. I orgasmed from head to toe, shaking and bucking my hips. Afterwards I lay there in a daze, the empty condom still in my hand, its warm, harmless contents mostly inside me.
And that's when Greg walked in. I hadn't heard the front door or his footsteps over my labored breathing and the pounding of my pulse. At first he looked pleased at the sight of me stretched out naked on the bed for waiting him. But then he took in the rest of the scene, and gathered that I hadn't been waiting for him.
He started pacing back and forth. I sat up, and felt the warm liquid start to seep out.
Finally he gathered his words. "You know, if you've been having an affair with someone, in our bed, that is one thing. But to see that you finally let him take things too far, and cum inside you, that is something else!"
I wanted to explain, as strange as the situation was. I thought telling the truth was the best I could do, whether he would believe me or not. But he wouldn't let me.
"No, don't try to explain. I just need to think this through," Greg said, and he left. I heard him slam the door, slam his car door, floor his car's reverse gear out of our driveway.
I sat there stupefied. But I understood what it must have looked like. The used condom in my hand, the fake semen showing between my pussy lips. He thought that I'd had a lover over before he got home, that my lover had initially worn a condom, but that I'd taken the condom off him and let him fill me up with his seed.
I tried calling Greg to explain, but he answered and then hung up. I called back, and it went straight to voicemail. I left a message explaining what he'd walked in on. I waited ten minutes, enough time for him to listen to the message and call me back. I tried him one more time and it went straight to voicemail again. I guess his phone was off, so I decided I'd better give him a little while to cool off, and he'd get my message when he was ready.
He came home around midnight. I was waiting up for him in a bathrobe. He must have gone to a bar, because he was drunk. Not falling down drunk, but enough that he shouldn't have driven home. But that wasn't our biggest issue at the moment.
He came in and put his keys on the table.
