deena4
05-16-2010, 04:57 PM
Our taxi ride to the airport was made in silence. When we first entered the cab Mel said in a whisper, “I’m sorry.’ He squeezed my hand, and held it all the way. I never said a word. I was still shocked and angry at Mel’s actions that morning. Even worse, I was apprehensive. All kinds of thought were going through my mind. I could imagine - and even imagined I could feel - all those sperm cells of Mel’s frantically swimming around inside me, endeavoring to find an egg waiting to be penetrated. I could picture those flagellating creatures fighting to get through my cervix.
I w so angry at Mel. He had always treated me so nice. When we had sex he was always so considerate and caring, always hesitating if he thought I might be feeling any discomfort. I think my husband was as gentle, or even gentler, than most spouses, but Mel was a paragon.
Had I done something to offend him or excite him to a much higher level? In my mind I began to compare Gary and Mel, which I knew I should not do. During the sex act Mel was so very gentle and usually very tentative. He always kept all his weight off me, which my husband sometimes neglected to do. Mel always entered me so slowly. His long, slow thrusts always so aroused me. Even nicer, he always stopped during the act to kiss me all around my face and neck, and any other place he could reach while we were joined. I so enjoyed his gentle suckling on my breasts during those pauses. Only before he was ready to have his climax would he change his thrusting to shorter and quicker strokes. When he would push in slightly farther and stop thrusting I knew he was ejaculating. After most of his ejaculating had ceased he would again resume his gentle thrusting, unless he was aware that I had just had an orgasm. In that case he would stop and kiss me so passionately. My husband was quite different. He wanted to stroke faster as soon as he entered me. I had got him to slow down after I told him how Mel did it. He still would not stop to kiss and fondle me like Mel did, but he was improving. We still had a weight problem. Gary often was not too gentle.
While deep in reflection another thought crossed my mind. Could Mel possibly have been deliberately attempting to impregnate me? Contrary to his usual practice, I realized that Mel had pushed in extra firmly while he was ejaculating. When he practically raped me that second time he deliberately held his ejaculating penis firmly as far as he could, and he held it there for a couple minutes. I did not remember whether he moved out of me voluntarily, or whether I had been able to move. In any case I suspected I knew why he did what he did.
It was good that we were traveling first class. If we would have had to wait longer for the security check we would have missed our flight. The plane boarding was almost complete when we boarded. The napkin I had placed in my panties was saturated, thanks to Mel’s copious contribution just before we left our room. It was a very uncomfortable plane ride.
Once in our seats Mel squeezed my hand and again said he was sorry. After we had a glass of wine Mel asked for permission to put his arm around me. I hesitated, not because I did not want his arm, but because the elderly woman across the aisle was glaring at me. Once his arm was around me he began talking. “I am so sorry for the way I treated you this morning, Dee. I know I hurt you all because of my selfish desire. I promise I will never act like that again.”
Mel then went on to tell me what I had already suspected. “When you told me last night that you were entering your fertile period I got some wild thoughts. I decided that I wanted to be a daddy, and I wanted you to be the mommy of my baby. I confess I have had thoughts like that before, but never so strongly. When I got into bed early this morning and you let me into your pussy I decided I might as well go for it. I would get into you as far as I could and hold my cock tight in you to keep my seed from leaking out. You moved away so fast that it did not work.
“Well, when I came out of the shower this morning I got wild looking at you and just had to put more seed into you. That time I was able to keep you plugged up for a minute or two. I know it was cruel and selfish.” He squeezed my hand harder, looked directly into my eyes and added, “I hope you are pregnant.”
Mel went on to tell me that if he did impregnate me he would pay all medical expenses involved and see that the baby was well provided for. After hearing his words I was no longer angry at him. Mel would probably be a good father, but I did not want to be the mother of his baby.
I did a lot of thinking on that trip home, and I decided that I would try to get the morning-after pill from my doctor, just in case one of his sperm cells succeeded in reaching my egg. While we were waiting for our luggage I used Mel’s cell phone to call my doctor. It was too late. Her office was already closed for the weekend.
Gary had just returned with our sons when Mel brought me home. I was hoping we would arrive before Gary returned. I did not want my sons to see Mel bringing me home from the airport. I was glad that Mel did not stay. Gary was very cordial to Mel, but I an sure there was a lot of electricity in the air. It was best they stay apart for a few days. Anything they wanted to discuss could be done the next Monday at work
I had missed my boys, and our family spent a nice evening together. I think my sons were happier to see me than my husband. They wanted to know all about the airplane ride, and whether it was scary. I had brought them some souvenirs, and they were thrilled over those little mementos.
After the boys were in bed I had some nice quiet time with my husband. But, inevitably, the questions came. I was expecting to be quizzed, and I knew I had to be truthful. “How many times did he
‘poke’ you?” was the first question.
“Oh, quite a few,” was my reply.
“How many times is that? I’m sure he ‘screwed’ you every morning and every night, didn’t he?”
It took me a few moments to frame my answer. “Yes, he did it every morning and every night, too.” I did not go into more details, but he had more questions.
“Did you use your diaphragm?”
“No. I did not need it on those days. Besides I have to leave it in at least eight hours, and it would have not been practical. I had deliberately left my night stand drawer slightly ajar before I had left for the airport, and it was closed when I returned. I knew that Gary had checked to see whether I had taken my diaphragm with me.
I did volunteer the information that I went to sleep each night with Mel’s sex organ inside me. I had mentioned that to Gary after I had spent those nights with Mel at that spa. I hoped that Gary would try it more often if I mentioned it.
Gary still wanted more details about my sex activity with Mel, and I did my best to answer them honestly. I did tell him that I had a wonderful time, and that I loved him very much for allowing me to cuckold him, and I think I proved it with all my hugs and kisses.
And I told him about all our other activities, including the shopping and purchase of the expensive evening dress Mel had purchased for me. Later I put it on for Gary to see. “Well, having a boyfriend who doesn’t have family bills to pay is the best kind. He sure spends the money on you,” observed Gary.
Gary was extra loving that evening, and I was very receptive to his lovemaking. I had already discovered that my talking about my sex activities with Mel arouses him, and it was very evident that evening. He is not the gentlest man in the world in bed, but I did not complain. He was eager for sex, and he deserved to take it the way he wanted it. I did have to push his mouth away twice when his tongue got overzealous licking my clitoris. I really was not in the
mood for sex, but he deserved it, and I wanted it only for one reason. I would much rather have my husband’s sperm impregnate me than any other man’s.
The next morning I awakened when Gary went to the bathroom. I decided it might be a good idea to have more of my husband’s seed in me, so I began fondling Gary’s sex organ. It worked. He had been only half-asleep, and I soon had him wide awake with a very nice erection. I pretended that I was very eager to receive him, and he entered me after barely touching me down below. Surprisingly I liked it. We seldom had sex in the morning, so it was different. And Gary lasted much longer than usual before giving me more of his seed. I did not have an orgasm, but that was alright. I think it bolstered my darling husband’s ego, and he was so nice and sweet all that weekend.
Right after breakfast I began calling to get a morning-after pill. I called the hospital emergency room. The supervisor told me that I would have to enter the ER as a patient in order to have a doctor see me. The hospital bill, plus the doctor fee, would be about $400.
Next I called Planned Parenthood. The woman there said that the nurse practitioner would not be in until Monday morning, but I could get a prescription at that time. That would be too late. It must be taken within 72 hours of intercourse. I called the Raper Relief Hotline, but they only help rape victims or minors. No luck getting that pill.
I decided not to bother my husband with my troubles. If I were pregnant he would be the first to receive the news. After all, the chances I had been impregnated were quite slim. Gary and I had sex without my diaphragm several times on the eleventh, and even the twelfth day, of my cycle.
One other thing happened that morning that was very disconcerting, and it turned out to be an omen of things to come. I was hugging my son Ian when he turned to me and asked, “Did you get ‘knocked up’ on your trip, Mommy?” he asked me so innocently. At first I did not think I had heard him correctly, but I knew I had.
“Where did you hear anything like that?” I asked him.
“Daddy told Aunt Thelma that he was afraid you might get ‘knocked up’ on your trip,” said my son. Then he put his arm around me and said, “I’m glad you didn’t get ‘knocked up’, Mommy.” Of course he had no idea what the words meant. He was only parroting what he had heard. I hoped that Ryan had not heard his dad say those words, He might know more about such things than I thought he did.
Monday morning Mel sent me flowers with a nice thank-you note. He also sent me a gift certificate for a local department store. I did not realize he had won over $1200 playing cards that last night in the casino. I knew he had won over $800 earlier. The gift certificate was in gratitude for giving him such good luck.
That was not the only good thing to come out of my trip. A few days later Mel called to tell me that he had received a notice that Mrs. Deena Williams had won a raffle prize of a two-night hotel package. Mel had written my name on the back of a business card and placed it in the box at one of his business meeting. We both laughed about it, and I told him that perhaps his sister could use it. About a month later Mel told me that one of his employees was able to use it. My plane ticket had been issued for Mrs. Williams, as well as the hotel reservation. I had been addressed as Mrs. Williams three or four times in our hotel. I did not mind, but I would never want that name in real life. Gary had just returned with our sons when Mel brought me home. I was hoping we would arrive before Gary returned. I did not want my sons to see Mel bringing me home from the airport. I was glad that Mel did not stay. Gary was very cordial to Mel, but I an sure there was a lot of electricity in the air. It was best they stay apart for a few days. Anything they wanted to discuss could be done the next Monday at work
I had missed my boys, and our family spent a nice evening together. I think my sons were happier to see me than my husband. They wanted to know all about the airplane ride, and whether it was scary. I had brought them some souvenirs, and they were thrilled over those little mementos.
After the boys were in bed I had some nice quiet time with my husband. But, inevitably, the questions came. I was expecting to be quizzed, and I knew I had to be truthful. “How many times did he poke’ you?” was the first question.
“Oh, quite a few,” was my reply.
“How many times is that? I’m sure he ‘screwed’ you every morning and every night, didn’t he?”
It took me a few moments to frame my answer. “Yes, he did it every morning and every night, too.” I did not go into more details, but he had more questions.
“Did you use your diaphragm?”
“No. I did not need it on those days. Besides I have to leave it in at least eight hours, and it would have not been practical. I had deliberately left my night stand drawer slightly ajar before I had
left for the airport, and it was closed when I returned. I knew that Gary had checked to see whether I had taken my diaphragm with me.
I did volunteer the information that I went to sleep each night with Mel’s sex organ inside me. I had mentioned that to Gary after I had spent those nights with Mel at that spa. I hoped that Gary would try it more often if I mentioned it.
Gary still wanted more details about my sex activity with Mel, and I did my best to answer them honestly. I did tell him that I had a wonderful time, and that I loved him very much for allowing me to cuckold him, and I think I proved it with all my hugs and kisses.
And I told him about all our other activities, including the shopping and purchase of the expensive evening dress Mel had purchased for me. Later I put it on for Gary to see. “Well, having a boyfriend who doesn’t have family bills to pay is the best kind. He sure spends the money on you,” observed Gary.
Gary was extra loving that evening, and I was very receptive to his lovemaking. I had already discovered that my talking about my sex activities with Mel arouses him, and it was very evident that evening. He is not the gentlest man in the world in bed, but I did not complain. He was eager for sex, and he deserved to take it the way he wanted it. I did have to push his mouth away twice when his tongue got overzealous licking my clitoris. I really was not in the mood for sex, but he deserved it, and I wanted it only for one reason. I would much rather have my husband’s sperm impregnate me than any other man’s.
The next morning I awakened when Gary went to the bathroom. I decided it might be a good idea to have more of my husband’s seed in me, so I began fondling Gary’s sex organ. It worked. He had been only half-asleep, and I soon had him wide awake with a very nice erection. I pretended that I was very eager to receive him, and he entered me after barely touching me down below. Surprisingly I liked it. We seldom had sex in the morning, so it was different. And Gary lasted much longer than usual before giving me more of his seed. I did not have an orgasm, but that was alright. I think it bolstered my darling husband’s ego, and he was so nice and sweet all that weekend.
Right after breakfast I began calling to get a morning-after pill. I called the hospital emergency room. The supervisor told me that I would have to enter the ER as a patient in order to have a doctor see me. The hospital bill, plus the doctor fee, would be about $400.
Next I called Planned Parenthood. The woman there said that the nurse practitioner would not be in until Monday morning, but I could get a prescription at that time. That would be too late. It must be taken within 72 hours of intercourse. I called the Raper Relief Hotline, but they only help rape victims or minors. No luck getting that pill.
I decided not to bother my husband with my troubles. If I were pregnant he would be the first to receive the news. After all, the chances I had been impregnated were quite slim. Gary and I had sex without my diaphragm several times on the eleventh, and even the twelfth day, of my cycle.
One other thing happened that morning that was very disconcerting, and it turned out to be an omen of things to come. I was hugging my son Ian when he turned to me and asked, “Did you get ‘knocked up’ on your trip, Mommy?” he asked me so innocently. At first I did not think I had heard him correctly, but I knew I had.
“Where did you hear anything like that?” I asked him
.“Daddy told Aunt Thelma that he was afraid you might get ‘knocked up’ on your trip,” said my son. Then he put his arm around me and said, “I’m glad you didn’t get ‘knocked up’, Mommy.” Of course he had no idea what the words meant. He was only parroting what he had heard. I hoped that Ryan had not heard his dad say those words, He might know more about such things than I thought he did.
Monday morning Mel sent me flowers with a nice thank-you note. He also sent me a gift certificate for a local department store. I did not realize he had won over $1200 playing cards that last night in the casino. I knew he had won over $800 earlier. The gift certificate was in gratitude for giving him such good luck.
That was not the only good thing to come out of my trip. A few days later Mel called to tell me that he had received a notice that Mrs. Deena Williams had won a raffle prize of a two-night hotel package. Mel had written my name on the back of a business card and placed it in the box at one of his business meeting. We both laughed about it, and I told him that perhaps his sister could use it. About a month later Mel told me that one of his employees was able to use it. My plane ticket had been issued for Mrs. Williams, as well as the hotel reservation. I had been addressed as Mrs. Williams three or four times in our hotel. I did not mind, but I would never want that name
in real life.
I w so angry at Mel. He had always treated me so nice. When we had sex he was always so considerate and caring, always hesitating if he thought I might be feeling any discomfort. I think my husband was as gentle, or even gentler, than most spouses, but Mel was a paragon.
Had I done something to offend him or excite him to a much higher level? In my mind I began to compare Gary and Mel, which I knew I should not do. During the sex act Mel was so very gentle and usually very tentative. He always kept all his weight off me, which my husband sometimes neglected to do. Mel always entered me so slowly. His long, slow thrusts always so aroused me. Even nicer, he always stopped during the act to kiss me all around my face and neck, and any other place he could reach while we were joined. I so enjoyed his gentle suckling on my breasts during those pauses. Only before he was ready to have his climax would he change his thrusting to shorter and quicker strokes. When he would push in slightly farther and stop thrusting I knew he was ejaculating. After most of his ejaculating had ceased he would again resume his gentle thrusting, unless he was aware that I had just had an orgasm. In that case he would stop and kiss me so passionately. My husband was quite different. He wanted to stroke faster as soon as he entered me. I had got him to slow down after I told him how Mel did it. He still would not stop to kiss and fondle me like Mel did, but he was improving. We still had a weight problem. Gary often was not too gentle.
While deep in reflection another thought crossed my mind. Could Mel possibly have been deliberately attempting to impregnate me? Contrary to his usual practice, I realized that Mel had pushed in extra firmly while he was ejaculating. When he practically raped me that second time he deliberately held his ejaculating penis firmly as far as he could, and he held it there for a couple minutes. I did not remember whether he moved out of me voluntarily, or whether I had been able to move. In any case I suspected I knew why he did what he did.
It was good that we were traveling first class. If we would have had to wait longer for the security check we would have missed our flight. The plane boarding was almost complete when we boarded. The napkin I had placed in my panties was saturated, thanks to Mel’s copious contribution just before we left our room. It was a very uncomfortable plane ride.
Once in our seats Mel squeezed my hand and again said he was sorry. After we had a glass of wine Mel asked for permission to put his arm around me. I hesitated, not because I did not want his arm, but because the elderly woman across the aisle was glaring at me. Once his arm was around me he began talking. “I am so sorry for the way I treated you this morning, Dee. I know I hurt you all because of my selfish desire. I promise I will never act like that again.”
Mel then went on to tell me what I had already suspected. “When you told me last night that you were entering your fertile period I got some wild thoughts. I decided that I wanted to be a daddy, and I wanted you to be the mommy of my baby. I confess I have had thoughts like that before, but never so strongly. When I got into bed early this morning and you let me into your pussy I decided I might as well go for it. I would get into you as far as I could and hold my cock tight in you to keep my seed from leaking out. You moved away so fast that it did not work.
“Well, when I came out of the shower this morning I got wild looking at you and just had to put more seed into you. That time I was able to keep you plugged up for a minute or two. I know it was cruel and selfish.” He squeezed my hand harder, looked directly into my eyes and added, “I hope you are pregnant.”
Mel went on to tell me that if he did impregnate me he would pay all medical expenses involved and see that the baby was well provided for. After hearing his words I was no longer angry at him. Mel would probably be a good father, but I did not want to be the mother of his baby.
I did a lot of thinking on that trip home, and I decided that I would try to get the morning-after pill from my doctor, just in case one of his sperm cells succeeded in reaching my egg. While we were waiting for our luggage I used Mel’s cell phone to call my doctor. It was too late. Her office was already closed for the weekend.
Gary had just returned with our sons when Mel brought me home. I was hoping we would arrive before Gary returned. I did not want my sons to see Mel bringing me home from the airport. I was glad that Mel did not stay. Gary was very cordial to Mel, but I an sure there was a lot of electricity in the air. It was best they stay apart for a few days. Anything they wanted to discuss could be done the next Monday at work
I had missed my boys, and our family spent a nice evening together. I think my sons were happier to see me than my husband. They wanted to know all about the airplane ride, and whether it was scary. I had brought them some souvenirs, and they were thrilled over those little mementos.
After the boys were in bed I had some nice quiet time with my husband. But, inevitably, the questions came. I was expecting to be quizzed, and I knew I had to be truthful. “How many times did he
‘poke’ you?” was the first question.
“Oh, quite a few,” was my reply.
“How many times is that? I’m sure he ‘screwed’ you every morning and every night, didn’t he?”
It took me a few moments to frame my answer. “Yes, he did it every morning and every night, too.” I did not go into more details, but he had more questions.
“Did you use your diaphragm?”
“No. I did not need it on those days. Besides I have to leave it in at least eight hours, and it would have not been practical. I had deliberately left my night stand drawer slightly ajar before I had left for the airport, and it was closed when I returned. I knew that Gary had checked to see whether I had taken my diaphragm with me.
I did volunteer the information that I went to sleep each night with Mel’s sex organ inside me. I had mentioned that to Gary after I had spent those nights with Mel at that spa. I hoped that Gary would try it more often if I mentioned it.
Gary still wanted more details about my sex activity with Mel, and I did my best to answer them honestly. I did tell him that I had a wonderful time, and that I loved him very much for allowing me to cuckold him, and I think I proved it with all my hugs and kisses.
And I told him about all our other activities, including the shopping and purchase of the expensive evening dress Mel had purchased for me. Later I put it on for Gary to see. “Well, having a boyfriend who doesn’t have family bills to pay is the best kind. He sure spends the money on you,” observed Gary.
Gary was extra loving that evening, and I was very receptive to his lovemaking. I had already discovered that my talking about my sex activities with Mel arouses him, and it was very evident that evening. He is not the gentlest man in the world in bed, but I did not complain. He was eager for sex, and he deserved to take it the way he wanted it. I did have to push his mouth away twice when his tongue got overzealous licking my clitoris. I really was not in the
mood for sex, but he deserved it, and I wanted it only for one reason. I would much rather have my husband’s sperm impregnate me than any other man’s.
The next morning I awakened when Gary went to the bathroom. I decided it might be a good idea to have more of my husband’s seed in me, so I began fondling Gary’s sex organ. It worked. He had been only half-asleep, and I soon had him wide awake with a very nice erection. I pretended that I was very eager to receive him, and he entered me after barely touching me down below. Surprisingly I liked it. We seldom had sex in the morning, so it was different. And Gary lasted much longer than usual before giving me more of his seed. I did not have an orgasm, but that was alright. I think it bolstered my darling husband’s ego, and he was so nice and sweet all that weekend.
Right after breakfast I began calling to get a morning-after pill. I called the hospital emergency room. The supervisor told me that I would have to enter the ER as a patient in order to have a doctor see me. The hospital bill, plus the doctor fee, would be about $400.
Next I called Planned Parenthood. The woman there said that the nurse practitioner would not be in until Monday morning, but I could get a prescription at that time. That would be too late. It must be taken within 72 hours of intercourse. I called the Raper Relief Hotline, but they only help rape victims or minors. No luck getting that pill.
I decided not to bother my husband with my troubles. If I were pregnant he would be the first to receive the news. After all, the chances I had been impregnated were quite slim. Gary and I had sex without my diaphragm several times on the eleventh, and even the twelfth day, of my cycle.
One other thing happened that morning that was very disconcerting, and it turned out to be an omen of things to come. I was hugging my son Ian when he turned to me and asked, “Did you get ‘knocked up’ on your trip, Mommy?” he asked me so innocently. At first I did not think I had heard him correctly, but I knew I had.
“Where did you hear anything like that?” I asked him.
“Daddy told Aunt Thelma that he was afraid you might get ‘knocked up’ on your trip,” said my son. Then he put his arm around me and said, “I’m glad you didn’t get ‘knocked up’, Mommy.” Of course he had no idea what the words meant. He was only parroting what he had heard. I hoped that Ryan had not heard his dad say those words, He might know more about such things than I thought he did.
Monday morning Mel sent me flowers with a nice thank-you note. He also sent me a gift certificate for a local department store. I did not realize he had won over $1200 playing cards that last night in the casino. I knew he had won over $800 earlier. The gift certificate was in gratitude for giving him such good luck.
That was not the only good thing to come out of my trip. A few days later Mel called to tell me that he had received a notice that Mrs. Deena Williams had won a raffle prize of a two-night hotel package. Mel had written my name on the back of a business card and placed it in the box at one of his business meeting. We both laughed about it, and I told him that perhaps his sister could use it. About a month later Mel told me that one of his employees was able to use it. My plane ticket had been issued for Mrs. Williams, as well as the hotel reservation. I had been addressed as Mrs. Williams three or four times in our hotel. I did not mind, but I would never want that name in real life. Gary had just returned with our sons when Mel brought me home. I was hoping we would arrive before Gary returned. I did not want my sons to see Mel bringing me home from the airport. I was glad that Mel did not stay. Gary was very cordial to Mel, but I an sure there was a lot of electricity in the air. It was best they stay apart for a few days. Anything they wanted to discuss could be done the next Monday at work
I had missed my boys, and our family spent a nice evening together. I think my sons were happier to see me than my husband. They wanted to know all about the airplane ride, and whether it was scary. I had brought them some souvenirs, and they were thrilled over those little mementos.
After the boys were in bed I had some nice quiet time with my husband. But, inevitably, the questions came. I was expecting to be quizzed, and I knew I had to be truthful. “How many times did he poke’ you?” was the first question.
“Oh, quite a few,” was my reply.
“How many times is that? I’m sure he ‘screwed’ you every morning and every night, didn’t he?”
It took me a few moments to frame my answer. “Yes, he did it every morning and every night, too.” I did not go into more details, but he had more questions.
“Did you use your diaphragm?”
“No. I did not need it on those days. Besides I have to leave it in at least eight hours, and it would have not been practical. I had deliberately left my night stand drawer slightly ajar before I had
left for the airport, and it was closed when I returned. I knew that Gary had checked to see whether I had taken my diaphragm with me.
I did volunteer the information that I went to sleep each night with Mel’s sex organ inside me. I had mentioned that to Gary after I had spent those nights with Mel at that spa. I hoped that Gary would try it more often if I mentioned it.
Gary still wanted more details about my sex activity with Mel, and I did my best to answer them honestly. I did tell him that I had a wonderful time, and that I loved him very much for allowing me to cuckold him, and I think I proved it with all my hugs and kisses.
And I told him about all our other activities, including the shopping and purchase of the expensive evening dress Mel had purchased for me. Later I put it on for Gary to see. “Well, having a boyfriend who doesn’t have family bills to pay is the best kind. He sure spends the money on you,” observed Gary.
Gary was extra loving that evening, and I was very receptive to his lovemaking. I had already discovered that my talking about my sex activities with Mel arouses him, and it was very evident that evening. He is not the gentlest man in the world in bed, but I did not complain. He was eager for sex, and he deserved to take it the way he wanted it. I did have to push his mouth away twice when his tongue got overzealous licking my clitoris. I really was not in the mood for sex, but he deserved it, and I wanted it only for one reason. I would much rather have my husband’s sperm impregnate me than any other man’s.
The next morning I awakened when Gary went to the bathroom. I decided it might be a good idea to have more of my husband’s seed in me, so I began fondling Gary’s sex organ. It worked. He had been only half-asleep, and I soon had him wide awake with a very nice erection. I pretended that I was very eager to receive him, and he entered me after barely touching me down below. Surprisingly I liked it. We seldom had sex in the morning, so it was different. And Gary lasted much longer than usual before giving me more of his seed. I did not have an orgasm, but that was alright. I think it bolstered my darling husband’s ego, and he was so nice and sweet all that weekend.
Right after breakfast I began calling to get a morning-after pill. I called the hospital emergency room. The supervisor told me that I would have to enter the ER as a patient in order to have a doctor see me. The hospital bill, plus the doctor fee, would be about $400.
Next I called Planned Parenthood. The woman there said that the nurse practitioner would not be in until Monday morning, but I could get a prescription at that time. That would be too late. It must be taken within 72 hours of intercourse. I called the Raper Relief Hotline, but they only help rape victims or minors. No luck getting that pill.
I decided not to bother my husband with my troubles. If I were pregnant he would be the first to receive the news. After all, the chances I had been impregnated were quite slim. Gary and I had sex without my diaphragm several times on the eleventh, and even the twelfth day, of my cycle.
One other thing happened that morning that was very disconcerting, and it turned out to be an omen of things to come. I was hugging my son Ian when he turned to me and asked, “Did you get ‘knocked up’ on your trip, Mommy?” he asked me so innocently. At first I did not think I had heard him correctly, but I knew I had.
“Where did you hear anything like that?” I asked him
.“Daddy told Aunt Thelma that he was afraid you might get ‘knocked up’ on your trip,” said my son. Then he put his arm around me and said, “I’m glad you didn’t get ‘knocked up’, Mommy.” Of course he had no idea what the words meant. He was only parroting what he had heard. I hoped that Ryan had not heard his dad say those words, He might know more about such things than I thought he did.
Monday morning Mel sent me flowers with a nice thank-you note. He also sent me a gift certificate for a local department store. I did not realize he had won over $1200 playing cards that last night in the casino. I knew he had won over $800 earlier. The gift certificate was in gratitude for giving him such good luck.
That was not the only good thing to come out of my trip. A few days later Mel called to tell me that he had received a notice that Mrs. Deena Williams had won a raffle prize of a two-night hotel package. Mel had written my name on the back of a business card and placed it in the box at one of his business meeting. We both laughed about it, and I told him that perhaps his sister could use it. About a month later Mel told me that one of his employees was able to use it. My plane ticket had been issued for Mrs. Williams, as well as the hotel reservation. I had been addressed as Mrs. Williams three or four times in our hotel. I did not mind, but I would never want that name
in real life.