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 Looking back on it now, I can't believe that I never cared much for sex. 
Perhaps right after Paul and I got married, it was thrilling, but hardly
what I would call enjoyable.  Paul and I shared our very first sexual
encounter on the night of our wedding.  The act itself did not hurt a bit,
as some of the women in my family had warned me.  It just felt a bit
naughty doing something that had been taboo for so long in my life.  At
first I wanted it maybe once every couple of weeks.  Paul seemed OK with my
desires, never pushing me too much, but I knew in his heart he wanted it
once a week, at least, and I would occasionally give in.

   Sex with Paul made me feel good, but I'm not sure I ever really had an
orgasm, at least not what I know of one now!  We really didn't know any
different, you could say we were both quite naive about the whole topic. 
It was really never brought up due to our level of shyness.  I never wanted
to hurt Paul's feelings.  It really goes to show you how silly a couple of
kids can be.  What I knew of sex came from a couple of articles I had read
somewhere.  A ladies magazine in the doctor's office, or maybe one of my
looser friend of a friends.  Nobody I would have cared to associate with
would speak of the matter!  What I did know was that coupling with Paul
would fulfill my lifelong dream of becoming a mommy.  Basically, the only
reason I participated in sex, apart from the fact of pleasing my husband,
was to get fat with child!

   Paul and I each wanted kids as bad as the next.  We never used
protection, and he never pulled out.  I even let him take me 2 or 3 times a
month.  Always with him on top, and always with the lights out.  On most
occassions I would simply pull my long night dress up and push my cotton
panties to the side, allowing him entry.  Two years into our young
marriage, and no success, we decided we better see what the problem was. 
The handsome, young fertility doctor ran a battery of tests on me.  It
never even occurred to me that Paul might be the problem.  I immediately
started taking fertility drugs.  He also gave us few techniques in bed that
could help with insemination.  I was much too uncomfortable with my nudity
to even try!  Paul would make the suggestion and I would just blush in
shame.  Pretty much turning me off the thought altogether.  Paul would have
to wait another few days for me to calm down enough for us to make love.

   Another 6 months passed, yet still no life growing inside of me.  Paul
was great the whole time, very understanding on the nights I would become
so depressed.  I finally convinced Paul to get checked out, much to his
delay.  A few days later the doc had us come to his office so he could
deliver the bad news.  Paul's sperm count was very low.  The doctor
discussed our issue at length.  He saw that there was no way Paul would
ever inseminate me the natural way.  The doc made a few suggestions, all of
them seemed quite costly.  He also suggested us to use a sperm bank!  None
of his options appealed to us at all!  He seemed quite surprised at our
reactions.

   Then a strange moment occurred between the doctor and myself.  Paul was
distracted by something he was given to read about his infertility.  The
moment I remember catching the doctor's eye, seemed to move in slow motion.
It was near the end of his conversation, and I kind of thought he was
flirting with me!  The doc had seen me in various states of undress in the
past few months, and this was the first time I got a feeling he wanted me.
I'm not bragging or anything, but I've heard from more than a few people
that I resemble a young Katie Holmes.  Which, strangely enough Katie is my
first name as well!  I try keep myself in good shape.  I'm 5 foot 7 on the
mark, a very full 34C, and my slender hips slide easily into a size 4.  I
try to eat right and I jog at least three miles every day.  I think all
that running has given me a bit of a booty, Paul likens it to a black girls
ass, I just think its fat!

   At the end of our visit, Doctor Carroll said, "Well, just keep trying,
things , might work out eventually.  Stranger things have happened." He
told me to continue to stay healthy and to keep cutting down on my coffee.
I felt very soothed and safe as he gently touched my shoulder.  he brushed
a few stray hairs away from my eyes as he spoke.  I could see that he was
smitten!  Turning towards Paul, I saw him slightly screw his nose at my
husband.  Dr.  Carroll told Paul to do everything he could to get his sperm
as deep inside of me as possible.  The shape of my reproductive tract was
also hindering us a little.  He told Paul it was nothing a little bedroom
experimentation couldn't solve!  With that the cute doctor gave me a
playful wink.  He lectured Paul on the importance of diet and exercise.  He
told Paul he needed lose at least 65 pounds, and that maybe introducing
oysters to his diet might help.  With a final hug for me, the doctor led us
out of his office.

   Paul stepped out into the hall as I finalized the insurance paperwork.
When the nurse stepped away to make a photocopy Dr.  Carroll approached me
and handed me his business card.  He looked me dead in the eye and said
"Please call me with any questions or issues you might have, day or night,
I even put my mobile number on there for you." He wrapped me up in yet
another hug and I was convinced I could feel something long and stiff
running down his leg.  He looked me deep in the eyes as the realization of
what he was pressing into my tummy dawned on me.  I turned a deep shade of
red, completely flustered I quickly tucked his card into my bra and
stumbled out into the waiting area!

   It seemed that Paul had not taken the news well at all.  In fact the
piece of advice he seemed to take away was eating all that shellfish, and
everything else he could get his hands on!  Three months later the only
addition we had in the family was the 20 pounds pouring over my dear
husbands belt.  It also seemed that our sexlife had dwindled considerably.
We were only having sex once a month, and now I was the aggressor.  Paul
would put his penis in me and pump it a few dozen times before bellowing
out his orgasm.  He never even attempted to kiss me as he did before.  I
found myself constantly daydreaming about Dr.  Carroll, only to chastise
myself for even dreaming of cheating on the love of my life!

   Aside from our bedroom differences married life was good!  Paul had a
good job in middle management at a telemarketing firm.  And I was between
assignments as a freelance graphic designer.  It was nice being at home, I
was able to keep up with my many wifely duties.  I found great pleasure in
making life easier for Paul.

   I was home one afternoon preparing dinner when the phone rang.  I heard
Paul pick it up from the other room.  Going back to my chopping, I was once
again lost in my thoughts.  Staring at the business card affixed to the
fridge, the business card Dr.  Carroll gave me not so many weeks prior.  I
was startled out of my thoughts when Paul entered the kitchen.  He came in
to tell me that his older fraternal twin brother had just called.  It
seemed that he is also in between assignments, and wanted to come stay with
us for a while.  It had been ages since we had seen him last.

   Paul and his brother Ander shared a mother, Paul's parents were part of
an experimental in vitro procedure.  To increase the likelihood of a full
term pregnancy, one egg was fertilized with Paul Sr's sperm, and another
was fertilized by a donor chosen by Paul's mother.  The doctors did not
expect Paul to survive in the womb as so many of the past procedures using
Paul Sr's sperm had failed.  This was the last ditch effort before
considering adoption.

   The relationship between Paul and Ander was tumultuous to say the least.
Paul was in constant competition with Ander, they never really formed that
brotherly bond.  Ander would almost always win, that is unless Paul pulled
some underhanded tricks.  The two sort of lost contact after they both
moved out.  Paul went on to college, while Ander went out to explore the
world while fighting for our country.

   The last memory I had of the brute was at our wedding.  He had been
pestering me for a dance all night, and I had rebuffed all of his advances.
Finally he caught me coming out of the ladies room, he grabbed me and threw
me over his shoulder hauling me to the dance floor.  He forced me to dance
3 songs with him as the guests cheered him on for his bold behavior, and
for breaking me out of my shell that night.

   He was a complete gentlemen, even during the slow number we shared, he
gently placed his hands on my hips and held me in such a way that I was
completely butter in his hands.  Everything about the moment seemed right,
Ander looked so handsome in his dress Marine uniform, every detail on him
had been attended to.  Paul broke us up as his hands started to travel a
little further south, at the moment I would have let him do anything he
wanted with me.  Paul laughed nervously as Ander glared at my new husband.

   Ander had been travelling the world since he got out of the Marines.  He
would take work as he found it, odd jobs here and there, everything from
writing, to photography, to personal security.  Ander wasn't much for
keeping in touch with Paul or anyone else -- a real no-nonsense, no wasted
words kind of guy.  Although twins, the biggest difference between my
brother in law and Paul was their size.  Ander was a few inches taller than
Paul, and he was packing some serious muscle tone.  His bicep had to have
been the size of my waist!  That is a bit of an over statement, but they
are impressive nonetheless.  It was clear that Ander stayed in shape, as
evidence with him standing on my front porch in the pouring rain.  His
white T-shirt was soaked, granting me an unhindered view of his firm muscle
tone.

   "Holy shit, aren't you a sight for my sore fucking eyes!  I think you
are even sexier than last time I saw you sis!" Ander grabbed my lithe frame
pulling me into his strong wet arms, pushing my face into his well defined
pecs.

   Oh yeah, another big difference between my brother in law and Paul. 
Ander was about as rude and crude as they come.  He uses four-letter words
like it was the natural way to talk about things.  While my Pauly was so
sweet and polite, never speaking a word of ill.  There were times when Paul
had to punch Ander in the arm and say stuff like, "heck, Ander -- there are
ladies present!" Ander also wouldn't think twice about saying stuff like,
"Bitch, go get me a beer" or "I'll be chasing down some pussy tonight baby
bro!  (Ander was older by 5 minutes, the family joked that Paul was too shy
to come out naked!)Too bad I could never find a woman as fucking sexy as
your Katie!" He would always follow up with that million dollar smile,
defusing the situation with his charm.  Knowing better, I would often find
myself jumping to meet his demands, even as Paul would ask him to be more
polite.

   Having Ander around for the first few days was great.  I guess I never
realized how lonely the empty house was.  He was so full of energy, and he
told the best (and naughtiest) stories.  He was the perfect gentlemen,
quite the change from his womanizing days.

   There was one incident early one morning, our little bungalow house had
only one bathroom.  I had just gotten out of the shower and began to brush
my teeth.  The constant jiggling of my breasts was always enough to shake
the towel from my body.  I usually just hung it back on the bar and brushed
my teeth naked.  I was really proud of all the hard work I had put into my
body, it was a shame that I was too shy to show it off, even for my
husband!

   Paul was courteous enough to knock before entering any room that I might
be in, giving me ample time to make myself decent.  It never even occurred
to me to lock the bathroom door.  I was lost in thought, wondering what Dr.
Carroll would think of my naked body, I was definitely realizing I had a
crush on him.  Suddenly the bathroom door flung open, I immediately twisted
my head to see the very large and naked form of my brother in law standing
in the doorway.  He had a towel hanging off his shoulder, prepared for his
morning shower.

   There was a short silence as my eyes locked on his, then my gaze
deviated to the large appendage hanging from his midsection.  I could see
his glaring eyes divert to my tight tummy and perky breasts!  It suddenly
dawned on me what was happening, and just before I let out a scream I
watched the monster between his legs swell with blood, bouncing up in
anticipation!  I could see the ropey blue vein travelling the length of his
shaft begin to pulse at the sight of me.

   "Get OUT OF HERE!" I bolted to the door, his eyes never leaving my now
swinging tits, by the time I got to the door, his penis was fully engorged
slapping up against his tight toned abs.  I was incredibly embarrassed as I
heard him whistle through the door.

   "Holy shit sis!  I had no idea you were hiding that body under those
frumpy clothes!  PERFECT ASS!" I heard him chuckle as he walked down the
hallway.

   I was completely horrified, but I just couldn't deny the fact that my
own midsection began to tingle.  I felt myself begin to moisten, I found my
reaction very odd.  I barely had a chance to check him out, I was beginning
to wonder if what I saw had in fact been real or imagined!  I decided the
best course of action would be to never mention the incident again.

   A day or two passed and Ander never brought it up either, although he
did look at me a little differently now.  I was much more cautious now,
always locking the door as I undressed.  After that incident Ander was much
more open with his nudity, walking around the house buck naked, I would
always turn my head, and pretend like I didn't see anything.

   I eventually found out why Ander was back in the states.  There was an
ugly incident in South America.  Ander apparently hooked up with a
dignitaries wife, she had fallen pregnant from their tryst.  Ander
explained to me that he thought she was on the pill, even though she had
mentioned something about her husband being impotent.

   They had sex twice, and four weeks later she claimed she was pregnant.
Ander fully admitted to the sex when questioned by her husband, but
disputed that he was the father.  Single and alone the woman took him to
court, and sure enough, after the blood tests, he was in fact the daddy. 
There was about 5 weeks of legal wrangling, and at the end of it all Ander
agreed to a child support program, and he could never return to the
country.

   I was intrigued by his story and I anxiously awaited to tell my husband
all the sordid details!  That night in bed I relayed everything Ander told
me that day.  As I told I started to have the strongest sense of hurt as I
realized Ander could do on accident, what my husband and I could never
achieve.

   As I was about on the brink of tears on my realization, Paul told me
another story about Ander as we lay in bed.  Ander had been in trouble for
something like this once before.  In high school, he had sex once with the
police chief's wife, she was also the head cheerleading coach at their
school.  Apparently Ander had even used a condom, but one must have popped
early during their 9 month affair.  Ultimately the Chief caught them in bed
one day when she was fat with child.  He had been under the impression the
child was his the whole time.  He caused such a stir that they left town
together in the dead of night, Ander had never had a chance to meet his
son, although he does get pictures from time to time.

   When Paul finished the story my sadness had passed, I looked at my
husband and said, "Some guys have all the luck, huh?" Paul stared at me
quizzically, and before he could utter a sound, I grabbed his soft penis
and clarified myself, "You two are brothers, but you're shooting blanks,
while he is firing missiles!  And he's already been a daddy twice -- by
accident!" I shook his limp noodle as I made my point about shooting
blanks. Paul looked at me a little hurt.  Apparently some of Ander's
aggressiveness had rubbed off on me.

   After a few tense moment there was no denying the facts, ultimately he
agreed with me.  An idea popped off in my head and I thought I could see
the same thought crossing my husbands mind.  Almost simultaneously we both
suggested Ander as a surrogate father!  We both instantly retreated from
the idea, it was just too crazy...  or was it.

   We talked about it off and on for a few days, each day it seemed less
crazy, and more achievable.  I'd say, "It's too much.  We simply couldn't
ask Ander to help us out." And then Paul would say, "But really its the
logical choice -- our baby would probably look like me, and the DNA would
be the same.  No one would see or know." A day later, Paul would be saying,
"No way, he will never go for it, it's too crazy," and this time it was me
that would be using the lineage argument.  I tried to keep my cool around
Ander, he was constantly catching me blushing, or staring at him intently.
He would ask me what was up, and I would just giggle and retreat like a
smitten school girl.  A few nights later, we finally agreed that Paul would
at least mention our problem to Ander.

   A few nights later, the three of us sat out on our patio drinking.  Near
the end of the night, Paul asked if I would excuse myself from the table,
that he wanted to talk to Ander about something personal.  This was the cue
we had set up for me to leave so they could speak in private.  I excused
myself but never left earshot.  I listened on as Paul told Ander about how
hard we had been working for a baby.  Ander listened to the long sad tale,
and Paul suddenly got up the nerve to ask if Ander would mind helping us
out.  They both laughed nervously, the tension was thick in the air.  Ander
laughed it off, thinking he was full of shit, the brothers drank some more.
At some point Ander finally understood that Paul was halfway serious about
this.  Paul first suggested that Ander would masturbate, and then Paul
would somehow transfer the sperm to my ovulating womb.  Explaining how we
just didn't have the money for complicated procedures.

   Ander just looked at his pudgy brother and said, "Paul, what the fuck
are you talking about?  That half-shit idea would never work.  I'm on board
with helping you guys out, that is, If you and Katie are really fucking
serious about this, I'll give you a hand.  But not like that.  I mean,
goddam, I'm not gonna jerk off in a cup or any of that kind of crap.  I
haven't jerked off since I was a kid for fucksake!  Why don't you just let
me stick this big dick in her?  That way it'll all be natural and I can get
something out of this favor too." My face flushed with blood as I watched
Ander lick his lips and adjust a sizeable lump in his loose shorts at the
thought of fucking me.

   "Well, Ander...  I dunno...  we never really thought of you actually
fucking, I'm not sure I could handle that.  I've seen you fuck too many
times!" My husband must have been drunk, this was the first time I had ever
heard him curse!  "Plus with that horse cock of yours, she will never be
the same!" Hearing my husband mention Ander's horse cock really got my
imagination going!  I was actually getting pretty scared!

   "Haha, I remember that now, you used to jack off all the time watching
me fuck Mrs.  Stevens!  I know you will never admit to it, but I still
think you are the one that poked holes in my condoms!  I found that nail in
your bed when I realized that they were all compromised!"

   "Wasn't me Big Bro, it was probably that crazy ex girlfriend, the one
with giant tits!"

   "Nah, impossible, that bitch calls me to this day!  And she is married
with three kids!  I've been spending the last few days reliving the glory
days between her fucking legs!"

   The two brothers broke out into a fit of laughter sharing a toast.  The
decision for Ander to sleep with me seemed final, they even took a drink on
it!  I listened as they swore themselves to secrecy, and then drank and
shook on it some more.  Paul didn't tell me about the conversation till the
next night, he was under the impression that I hadn't heard a thing.

   Ander took off for a couple of days, saying he'd be visiting a friend
out of town, I figured he was going to shack up with that woman, Samantha.
After telling me his plan I told Paul I'd have think about it.  I really
didn't think it would ever come to this.  The way I had imagined it
happening, I figured it would be a medical thing in some way, not personal.
The idea of coupling with Ander began to grow on me, it really was the
safest and easiest option.  That night Paul and I talked about how we might
go about doing this crazy plan.  I said, "Paul.  You know how shy I am,
especially in bed.  I just don't get that much physical pleasure from it. I
think even doing it the natural way would be a pretty mechanical thing, at
least for me."

   Paul said, "Katie Bear, it would still be adultery.  This all sounds
really dangerous, I'm starting to think this isn't such a good idea."

   "Yeah," I said.  "But not dangerous like you'd normally think it would
be.  I mean, I don't care much for doing it in the first place, and I
really don't care much for Ander.  Sorry, but you know that.  When he gets
so crass, it makes my skin crawl."

   "What if you do get pregnant, and the kid turns out like Ander?"

   "No chance.  I think Ander has always got in with the wrong crowd, and
that's what's happened to him.  We'll just make sure we raise our little
baby right." I thought for a second, and added, "If Ander just sticks it in
me, as he says, with the lights out and if I stay totally covered up in
that frumpy old housecoat you hate, I might be able to go through with it."

   "You mean the thick cotton one with the terrible pattern?  The one your
grandmother gave us for our special wedding night?"

   "Yeah, and I can wear an old bra and panty set that I want to throw away
anyway.  That way there will be only one reminder of this decision!"

   The more we talked it out, the more sense it made.  We really wanted a
baby, and we loved the idea that it would be practically and almost
naturally ours.  This truly was the most logical choice considering our
position.  We made our proposal to Ander, it was so much more uncomfortable
than I had anticipated.  Without the presence of alcohol, we were all quite
tense.  I watched Ander blush as we discussed how we would like to make
this happen.  I don't think he ever thought his little brother would go
through with this crazy idea!

   My most fertile time was coming up soon.  We all agreed that we should
do this sooner than later, before any of us got cold feet.  Friday night
worked for all of us, Ander did have one request, he did not want Paul in
the house when we screwed.  Paul was a little surprised, and I detected a
bit of disappointment on his face.  Paul said that it wouldn't be a
problem, he and the guys would take off for the lake for a relaxing time at
the lake.  He'd be taking off right after work on Friday, and wouldn't be
back till Sunday night.  With everything settled the butterflies in my
tummy began to flutter!

   * * * * *

   The few days since our chat flew by.  Ander made himself scarce around
the house, and I found myself missing his company.  Friday was finally
here, Paul had just called from the lake house to check in with me.  Just
as I hung the phone up Ander came strolling into the kitchen.  Ander and I
had a pleasant supper together.  Our conversation was light, I think we
were both trying to avoid the obvious sexual tension building between us.
Finally Ander looked up from his plate, and stared deep into my eyes and
said, "I can't believe what's going to happen later tonight." He said it
more than a few times, he was obviously excited and each time he said it we
would laugh a little.

   I would change the subject to then force ourselves to talk about
something else.  Ander helped me clean up the kitchen, and was very sweet
to me the whole time.  I was beginning to feel very relaxed around him.  We
agreed to watch TV for a bit, but I found myself too antsy!  I finally
stood up to excuse myself to the bedroom.  I told my brother in law that I
needed to get ready and that he should meet me in his room in 30 minutes.

   As per our deal Ander only had 10 minutes tonight and 10 minutes
tomorrow to get his business finished with me, there was to be no messing
around or breaking the rules.  I figured I would be dead asleep full of his
life giving cream within the next hour.  I wouldn't have to see him until
breakfast the following morning.

   I took my time in the bathroom thoroughly washing my body, preparing it
for the evenings activities.  I was careful not to wet my hair as I stood
under the hot stream of water.  After I got out and toweled off I looked at
my reflection in the mirror.  I decided to apply a little makeup, something
I rarely had to use.  I even put on that slutty lipstick Paul bought me a
few years back.

   The bright red stain looked ravishing against the pale white perfection
that was my skin.  I even spritzed some perfume of my now heaving chest.  I
was so nervous, I couldn't believe this was actually happening.  I wasn't
sure why I was doing all of this, it wouldn't be as if Ander would even be
able to tell in the completely darkened guest room.  With one final tussle
of my hair I headed across the hallway into the spare bedroom completely
nude, I was sort of hopeful that Ander would catch me in my state of
undress.

   I put on those old, thick pajamas, feeling like a nineteenth century old
maid.  I lay on my back, in the pitch black room waiting for Ander.  I have
to admit, I was feeling very nervous.  I was worried that Ander might not
want to go through with this.  I wasn't 100% convinced that I could.  I had
so many moments when I wanted to run out of the room, but the thought of
becoming a mom kept me there.  I really thought I might still shout no,
when he would attempt to mate with me.

   The room was deathly silent, the peace had been disturbed as I heard
Ander's footsteps as he lumbered up the stairs.  I heard the shower turn on
in the hallway washroom, he wasn't in there very long, maybe 3 minutes, I
was watching the clock anxiously.  I didn't want him to be late, I had
every intention of stopping him if he went past the 10 minute mark.  Ander
came in at 8:32, just 2 minutes over what I told him.  I was hoping 8
minutes would be enough, God knows Paul could get it done twice over in
that time frame, if he could!

   Ander stood in the doorway to the room, the light behind him illuminated
his frame.  He was wearing only his boxers.  Leaving his muscle ripped
chest exposed.  Ander walked towards me, pushing the door closed leaving
the room completely dark again.  I decided it might be ok to break one
rule, I had really enjoyed looking at his incredible body.  I reached over
and clicked the bedside lamp on, and I could once again see his hard body
in the soft glow.

   "I'm pretty sure that is breaking the rules sweetheart!" Ander smiled as
he continued to approach me.  I just sort of shrugged my shoulders and
replied in kind with a smile of my own.  It was at this moment I was able
to truly appreciate his body.  I saw exactly how much Paul had let himself
go as I salivated over his brother broad chest, and ripped abs.  Ander
walked gracefully to the foot of the bed and asked, "Are you still 100%
sure you can do this?  Its not too late to back out now!"

   I thought for a few seconds, a sudden rush of panic coursed through my
body.  My first instinct was to run from the room.  Then I remembered how
totally boring sex usually was, and told myself, "This is going to be
quick, and not enjoyable.  Just like we planned!  And I really want that
baby!" I said to Ander, "Yes, I am.  Please...  let's just do this, okay?"

   Ander replied, "As the lady wishes!"

   Ander moved to the side of the bed, and turned his back as he dropped
his shorts.  I saw that his backside was covered in light peach fuzz, and I
felt like laughing.  Something about such a brute of a man with peach fuzz
made me want to laugh.  Ander turned to face me, I was a little
disappointed.  He didn't have a hard on, but his softened tool still seemed
enormous to me.

   Paul had just a mushroom cap when he wasn't excited, it would barely
poke out from his mane of pubic hair.  Not to mention his gut almost
completely covered it.  When Paul would get excited I wouldn't give him
more than 4 skinny inches.  I could completely engulf his manhood in my
small hand.  Ander's penis looked to be about 6 inches, and probably
thicker than my wrist in his non excited state.  Ander's giant balls hung
low in his sack, each one clearly defined and about the size of a small
plum.  I had never really considered a man's balls to be sexy, but the
sight of them gave me a bit of a thrill.  I really couldn't remember what
Paul's even looked like, I don't think I ever even bothered to notice!

   Ander took a seat on the side of the bed.  He looked so serious!  He
began touching my thighs, reaching through the gap in my housecoat.  He
trailed his hands up further towards my panty covered crotch.  I gasped as
his thumb grazed my most intimate parts.  His thumb was circling my mound
as I felt him loosen the belt on my robe.  I realized my nudity would soon
be exposed to Ander's eyes, and I felt shame.  I reached to turn the light
off as he began working my panties to the side, but Ander stopped what he
was doing and interrupted my motion by saying, "We just can't do this.  Its
not right!"

   I didn't know what to do!  I was absolutely shocked!  We had already
come this far!  Now I felt panicky again, but this time for a different
reason.  I think I was actually getting pissed!  I had been mulling this
over for almost a week, arranging all these plans, and now it was just
going to die.  Along with my dream of becoming a mother.  With a little bit
of annoyance in my voice I asked Ander what his problem was!  He looked at
me and said, "It's this whole charade.  It's too mechanical, and not at all
sexy.  Look at me, I can't even get hard, for fucksake.  I just need a
little more passion, I guess."

   I didn't know what to say, I didn't know how to give Ander what he
wanted.  We just stayed silent for about a minute, Ander finally said,
"Look.  I think all I need is some contact here.  Just grab my cock with
your hand, that should at least get me started.  After that I might be able
to pull thorough and perform as we agreed."

   "No Way!" I thought, this wasn't part of the deal, we had already broken
2 of the rules!  Ander had been in my room for much longer than the
allocated ten minutes and the light was still on!  At the same time I was
also just a little bit curious about his equipment and I really wanted to
get this started.  I reached forward, and lightly grazed the tip of Ander's
penis.  I gently worked my hand down the thick shaft taking notice of the
heat it was emitting.  I then gripped his shaft, squeezing it gently, but
firmly a couple of times.  I could feel him getting harder each time, so I
began to stroke up and down.  Ander seemed to enjoy it, but I certainly
wasn't getting anything out of it.

   I was sort of zoning out dreaming of my baby when I suddenly realized
that he had grown to an eight or nine-inch monster!  His huge appendage
dwarfed my hand, his thick shaft wrapped in deep thick veins curved and
tapered towards the fat tip currently oozing clear fluid, lubricating my
hand as I continued stroking him.  Staring at his penis slack jawed I knew
that this was the perfect missile to impregnate me.

   I was so caught up in the moment that I never even realized that Ander
had opened my robe and was now lightly stroking my bush over my thick
panties.  I wanted to stop him, but it was starting to feel good having him
touch me so intimately.  I figured as long as my panties covered me, it was
ok.  I went back to giving my full attention to his throbbing hardon, the
tip seemed to be constantly flowing precum, it was making short work of my
handjob.  I added my other hand to help support his length.

   Ander really seemed to be getting off on my new found enthusiasm for the
male anatomy.  Without any objection from me, he slid his fingers under the
leg band of my panties.  I could feel the tip of his finger at my opening.
His finger was moving across the lips towards the opening of my love
tunnel. I yelped and in a sudden wave of panic, I jerked his hand away. 
Ander persisted, rubbing me once again over my panties as I stroked his
beautiful throbbing cock.  I had never experience the kind of passion and
persistence before.  Ander continued in his attempts to touch me under my
protective garments, but I kept his advances at bay.

   I managed to moan out, "I'm ready for you.  And from the looks of it you
are ready for me!"

   Ander replied, "Just a little longer.  I need to make sure you are
ready."

   "I have lube for you Ander.  Its on the bedside table" Paul and I always
used lube to get things started, it seemed I was incapable of moistening
for my husband.

   "I don't think that will be necessary..." Ander replied, "You have
soaked through these granny panties already!" Much to my horror I looked
down and noticed the wet spot forming around my midsection.  I freed one
hand from Ander's cock, pulling my panties to the side, feeling my
naturally soaked sex for the first time.

   I was amazed at how wet I was, I easily slid two fingers in as Ander's
hand helped to guide me.  Ander just looked at me seriously and said, OK, I
think you are ready for me now."

   My conquering stud moved swiftly between my legs, his huge cock
stretched up past my navel.  I was really fearing the worst.  Paul had
tried making love to me sans lube and I was in pain for a week.  Ander was
three times bigger, so I knew I was really in trouble.  I was hopeful that
Ander was correct in thinking that my natural lubrication would suffice.

   He grabbed my wrist to keep my hand on his penis, and guided it to my
opening.  He said, "I want you to pull those panties to the side.  I want
to know this is what you want, 100%." I did him one better, I hooked my
thumbs into my waistband and thrust my hips up towards the ceiling to slide
my modest undergarments down.  I watched to look of shock on my brother in
law's face as I revealed my most intimate secret to him.  He smiled widely
staring at my sex on display.

   With both hands I grasped him, forcing his oozing penis to my opening. I
raised my hips an inch or two, feeling him begin to slide slowly inside of
me.  The first few inches didn't seem that different from my experiences
with Paul.  It was really something I could handle.  Without further
prompting Ander pushed in another long inch.  his incredible girth now
began to hurt.  He was stretching me way too wide.  I knew he was trying to
be gentle, but I couldn't help but wince in pain.

   "Gentle with me, I've never had anything this large..." I softly mewed.
I pushed my hands against his ripped chest.  I felt Ander comply, slowing
pulling that extra inch from me.  With short gentle strokes, Ander began
pumping me.  His perfectly curved penis was hitting all the right spots in
my pussy, I was experiencing sexual pleasure like I had never before.

   Ander worked me deeper, the inch I could not handle earlier slid right
in.  He was already deeper than Paul had ever been, he was stimulating
nerve endings I didn't know were there.  The new sensations were surreal,
as he continued to fuck me deeper.  Ander was filling me deeper than I ever
expected.  Now that more than half of his cock was inside me I was
experiencing all sorts of emotions.  Tears of joy were streaming down my
face, I never felt so conflicted!

   Mixed with the enormous pleasure was an exquisite pain.  I was afraid, I
thought he might just split me open as he continued to feed me more.  It
didn't seem right that big pain was somehow starting to turn to complete
pleasure.  He pushed in yet another inch, placing his thumb on the most
sensitive part of my sex.  The little nub was excited at his touch.

   I watched as his tight toned body moved in closer and closer to my own
undulating hips.  The view of his sculpted body spurred me on as I thrust
my hips towards the man bringing me such pleasure.  I had closed the gap,
Anders flat hips were now thrust upon me.  His hard stomach muscles
grinding against my clit his cock fully buried inside of me.  I pushed my
hands against him, digging my nails into his skin.  The sensation of his
hard body against me as compared to Paul's flabby body was monumental.  I
was really getting off on the fact that I could excite this man so
thoroughly.

   As Ander ground into me my pelvis began to twitch with excitement, Ander
said, "Fuck Yeah!  That feels so fucking good, I just knew you could take
it!" I wanted to respond, but I couldn't form the words in my head.  I was
experiencing sexual pleasure like never before.  I wanted to protest, to
tell him we weren't supposed to enjoy this, and then I wanted to tell him
to hurry it up, but that would have been a lie.  I spread my legs wide, and
I shoved my hands down to my crotch pushing my legs out wider, giving him
more access to my pussy.  He looked so sexy thrusting into me.  I couldn't
help myself; I put my hands around his waist, to pull him into me deeper, I
felt his slow, short, massive pushes past the raw nerves of my vagina.  It
felt incredible to be fully stuffed by his meat.

   Then I felt his fat engorged purple head reach deep inside of me.  The
oozing tip softening my cervix in preparation for delivery of his life
giving load.  It was slightly painful at first as his long cock kissed my
cervix, but I started to find it pleasurable as and Ander began a rhythmic
up and down motion, followed by quick short thrusts.  I was beginning to
lose control, the intensity in my loins began to grow.  Ander moved one
hand under my waist, and one under my shoulder blades, and I wondered when
how much longer this could last.

   I glanced at the clock on my bedside, it had already been a half hour
since we began!  Three times longer than any session Paul and I had ever
shared.  In my mind it seemed as if we had just gotten started.  Just then,
Ander started to buck faster, slamming his hips into mine with long fast
strokes.  His pelvic bone was slamming directly onto my clitoris, and his
perfectly shaped cock was pushing up against my now very receptive cervix.

   Paul had never pounded me like this, and I realized with a kind of
shocked horror that my clitoris was liking what was happening.  Any sense
of pain I'd had earlier was now gone, I was experiencing pure pleasure.  It
was so intimate, yet so animalistically raw.  This was a clear violation of
everything we had discussed, but at this point I simply did not care.  I
couldn't believe I had gone my entire life not knowing this type of
pleasure was there for me.  It was like waking up from a long deep sleep,
to experience the world once more in a different light.  It felt like I was
being completely transformed, I was being conquered.

   Something was happening to my body, my vagina walls were starting to
spasm, my toes curled in anticipation of a huge release.  My hips were
thrusting up towards the man-meat that was thundering in and out, I was
trying to maintain constant stimulation on my overly excited clit.  I knew
I was too far gone, my body was out of my control, and it felt gratifying.
I began to moan and scream as the intensity of it all came crashing over
me.

   The point of no return was here, I went over the top.  I started bucking
and thrashing as I grasped my lover around the waist.  I pushed my clit as
hard as I could into his tight stomach.  My body flew into fits, as I felt
the waves of the ocean crashing all around me, and it was the most intense
pleasure I had ever felt in my life.  My once innocent little pussy clamped
down hard on the invader deep inside of me.  It felt as if my muscles were
sucking him in deeper.  I could see the enormous pleasure I was giving to
my new found lover.  I was beginning to come down a bit, the spasms in my
pussy were lessening.  I was fearful that the experience was ending.

   My fears were unfounded, because just as that explosion began to wane, I
could feel another one building up, possibly even deeper yet.  I screamed
out in delight, "Fuck me!  FUCK ME HARD!  I need you!" Ander redoubled his
efforts and tried his best to give me what I wanted.  He was fucking me
with the full length of his cock, very fast and very hard.  I could
actually feel Ander's penis expand inside of me, I couldn't believe my body
could accept anymore.

   He reached up and grabbed my swelling chest over my robe and modest bra
kneading and pinching at my swollen nipple.  At that moment I wanted to
strip down to display my full nude body to my Adonis.  I watched his face
contort into one of either pure pleasure or pain and then I felt his hard
cock began to jump and jerk inside of me .  The first pump of his hot seed
splashed hard and powerful deep inside of me.  I could feel the tip of his
cock directly against the opening to my womb.  This virile man looked so
beautiful as he pumped his fertile load into me.

   The second time I felt him jerk inside of me was the blast that started
my second crashing tidal wave of pleasure.  I started rolling and spasming
and digging my fingernails into my brother-in-law's back as if he were no
more than an animal.  It was like he had come here to divide and conquer
me, but I was conquering him instead.

   As I shot off Ander must have pumped inside of me another half dozen
times or so.  I could feel my pussy accepting every ounce of his load.  I
wanted it as deep as possible and that was exactly what I was getting. 
Ander crashed on top of me, his mouth was at my ear.  I could feel his hot
breath on my neck.  Goosebumps covered my body, it took all of my will to
not turn my head to kiss him on the lips.  We stayed that way for several
minutes as his cock kept pulsing inside of me.  At that moment I had never
felt so safe and secure.  I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his neck
and shoulders gently, hoping he wouldn't mind.

   I could feel Ander begin to soften inside of me, he was finally catching
his breath.  I was trying to keep him inside by flexing my muscles, but it
was having the opposite effect.  When the last few inches of Ander began to
slip out of me, an overwhelming sense of regret came over me.  The feelings
he had just given me were so intense, I never wanted it to end.

   I was very anxious to keep him here with me, I was hoping Ander would
hold me for a little while longer.  I gave him the signal by holding on to
his waist, and wrapping my legs around his.  I didn't want to say anything,
but I was hopeful my body language would say it all.  Ander must have been
feeling the same way, as I didn't feel him budge an inch.

   He leaned back, pushing some wayward strands of hair from my eyes and
said, "That was...  incredible, way better than I had ever dreamed!", and
then he didn't say anything at all, we just stared into each others eyes.
Ander wrapped his arms under me, burying his head into the nape of my neck
once more.

   We rested that way for quite a while, I could feel his spend slowly
drool out of me forming a considerable wet spot on my freshly laundered
sheets.  As discreetly as possible I rolled onto my side in an effort to
escape the wet sheets and to stem the flow of cum from my sex.  I was
feeling ready for sleep, the activity of the day had really drained me. 
Not wanting this to end Ander spooned in behind me, his semi hard cock
pressed stiffly against my still oozing pussy.  I wiggled around enough to
get his fat tip into my entrance.  I smiled to myself as I let sleep pass
over me.

   * * *

   I woke up, with a jerk of my whole body!  I was startled awake looking
at the clock on the night table, I saw that we had been sleeping for about
an hour.  I realized Ander was still in the bed with me, he seemed to be
awake, as he mindlessly stroked my hip across my thick cotton robe.  He was
gently thrusting a few inches of his cock inside of me.  Panic swept over
me as I began to get my sense back.  I still had the afterglow of the
incredible sex we just shared fresh in my mind.  But another part of me was
coming back to earth.

   I was trying to figure out a way to order Ander out of the room, but
nicely, when he got a bit more daring.  He ran his hands under my robe,
pushing lightly at bra covering my tits.  His finger was poking at the
underwire, trying to lift it off of me.  I was still disoriented: I wanted
him to stop, but I was still feeling a sleepy kind of euphoria, so I didn't
say anything right away.

   Somehow, out of nowhere a voice deep inside of was summoned, one that I
was fighting hard against.  Finally, it came out of me: "I think you'd
better go back to your room." The words came out, but he could probably
sense there was no conviction in them.  I was literally putty in his hands.


   Ander didn't move, so I once again weakly said, "Ander?  Did you hear
me?" As the words left my mouth another few inches of his meat easily slid
inside of me.  He said, "If you want to get knocked up, we should do this
as much as possible."

   I was stunned, and absolutely loving his gentle thrusts.  "Are you ...
you're really able...?"

   "What?  Am I really able to fuck again?  I should hope so."

   "I don't know about this.  This was not part of the deal.  I'd rather
wait till tomorrow night." I bit my bottom lip and moaned as he continued
pumping me slowly, all the while snaking his hand under my bra onto my bare
breast.  He was gently tweaking and stroking my swollen nipple.

   "I think we should do this as much as possible.  You know, to increase
the odds.  This time, though, I want to do it in a way that'll make it even
more likely for you to get pregnant."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Trust me on this," Ander said.  He pushed his arms under me and flipped
me on my stomach, his penis didn't slip an inch from me as he did this.

   "If a guy comes into a woman from behind, I've read it's more likely
she'll get pregnant."

   I couldn't argue with his logic, the doctor had just explained some of
these different positions for conception.  Positions Paul was too shy to
test out.  I pulled my knees under lifting my ass up towards Ander.

   Then Ander added, "Besides, it's not as personal this way.  We won't be
face to face." I pushed my nose down into the pillow as Ander grabbed my
hips, thrusting himself deeper inside of me.

   The first time around, I didn't see much of Ander's face.  I was just so
taken by looking at his amazing physique.  I was a little disappointed that
I wouldn't be treated to the sight of his body for this go around.  Then I
thought, this might be better.  It would be less personal for me for sure,
I might be less likely to lose control.  I had probably enjoyed myself too
much the first time, definitely crossing the line...  if there was a line
any longer.

   My robe was bunched up around my hips, the belt hung loose hanging down
towards the bed.  I looked under staring directly at Ander's life giving
nutsack, as it lightly swayed smacking my clit as he pumped me.

   "Just fuck me now, make it quick.  I'm not sure how much I can take" I
moaned into pure pleasure as he began to pick up the pace.  His oversized
cock was pushing my body to its limit, and I was loving every second of it.


   Ander just said, "Yeah, all right kiddo.  This is the one that'll make
the baby." He pushed the bottom of my robe up onto my back.  He was
gripping my ass tight with his strong hands, kneading the flesh deeply.  I
had never felt so exposed in my life.  I reached under my tummy to gently
massage his nuts as he began pumping me harder.

   Again, the thickness he was plowing me was as intense as before.  The
pressure of his fat cock stretched me out again to take him in.  The nerves
he was touching were frayed knots of pain and pleasure.  As he once more
pushed deep inside.  The fat serpent like tool began moving in and out
again, this time pushing at my softened and accepting womb.  As he withdrew
and entered me he was driving the tip hard against the soft wall just above
my pubic bone.  This feeling was something new, and now much more intense.
He must have been touching there an hour ago, but now it felt as if he'd
found a totally new country.

   The combination of the deep thrusts and the pressure, became very
intense .  He was filling me with an ache, with a sense of a great hunger
that could only be satisfied with the flood of his orgasm.  Then I thought,
no, that's not quite it.  Something's else was missing.  And I realized
that it had to be MY orgasm too.

   It was weird to use this word, to think it, something that had been so
foreign to me only a few hours prior.  It was the 600 pound gorilla in the
room now, it had been ignored for so long, and it had taken my brother in
laws cock to show me what I have been missing.  Sex with Ander had truly
been a gift that I never knew I needed.

   Ander began to fuck me harder, pushing and pulling faster and faster. 
It felt like he was trying to push me through, to the other side of the
bed. I began to push back at him, to hold my place.  I reached round to
hold the back of his legs, pushing my face into the soft pillow.  Then,
feeling awfully bold, I slid my hands down to the top of his round little
butt, helping him push his magnificent serpent into me.

   Ander then reached round to my front, and stroked me, softly at first,
and then rougher, but exactly what I needed.  I was building closer and
closer to my finish.  I put my hands back down on the bed gripping the
sheets with white knuckles, his cock never left the deepest parts of my
pussy.

   Ander's continued manipulating my over excited clit, but his other hand
was on my waist, and then he pushed up under the cotton top, he pushed my
bra up towards my neck and began pinching at my hard nipple.  He said,
"Damn you have great tits!  So fucking firm!" Paul always slobbered on my
tits first, as predictable as always, and moved downward.  When Ander
finally got to my nipples, they felt like incredible pleasure centers,
hardwired from my clit to my brain.

   He began to play with both nipples now as we were both now way past the
point of no return.  They were so hard, they were sore, and they were
throbbing and starving for attention.  He rolled them around under
fingertips, and then gave them light squeezes.  My orgasm started to roll
over me like a tsunami.  "OH Fuck my pussy!  Fuck me hard!  I'm going to
cum!  Pump your cum into me," I squealed!  That's when Ander lost control,
he bellowed out another massive sperm swell directly past my cervix into my
very fertile womb.  "Take it!  Take my load!  I fucking LOVE this pussy!"

   I could feel him pulsing and throbbing as the tight muscles of my vagina
tried to suck him in deeper.  He was hunched over me, still lightly
stroking my naked tits.  Breathing hot air into my sensitive ears.

   Ander kissed the back of my neck as his long fuck stick began to slide
out of me.  I felt a stream of cum pouring out of me.  In an instant I
pushed my hips back up towards the ceiling, in an effort to keep it all
inside of me.  He then leaned down and trailed kisses down from the small
of my back to the tops of my thighs, at the end he gave my bottom a light
happy smack.  "You are incredible, I have never met a woman so into fucking
as you!  This pussy was meant for big cock!"He took two fingers and gently
began massaging my clit.  I jumped at first, but began rolling my hips in
sync.  I couldn't believe I actually wanted to cum a third time.  "I guess
it just takes the right cock," I replied.  I couldn't believe I had said
that.  He plopped down next to me, almost instantly falling asleep in the
bed I share with his brother.  It wasn't too long after I fell into a dark,
dream-troubled, pleasure-filled sleep, with my new lover snuggled next to
me..

   * * *

   When I finally woke up the next morning Ander was gone from my bed, and
apparently the house.  I woke up horny and hopeful that Ander would take me
once again.  My dreams the night before were incredibly erotic, the
moisture flowing from me had little to do with the potent seed he had
filled me with the night previous.  I figured I was better off, I was
getting too close to Ander.  I laid in bed for a while lightly stroking and
petting my very sore pussy.  My ministrations were feeling really good, I
stopped before I got too out of control.

   I found the t-shirt Ander was wearing before he entered my room.  I
stripped off my confining clothes and slipped it on.  It felt great to be a
little exposed, and I was loving the scent still on his shirt.  I puttered
around the house all morning, riding high on the orgasmic pleasure I had
experienced the night previous.

   I received a call at around nine or so from Paul.  We chatted about
nothing for a couple of minutes, and then he asked, "Well, uh, how did it
go?" I paused long enough for Paul to say, "You still there sweetie? 
Hello?" I snapped out of it and replied, "Oh, yeah, uh, sorry, yeah. 
Everything went as planned.  You know how I was worried that it was going
to be, really, really weird.  But, well, Ander was very mechanical and
professional, as we discussed."

   Paul delayed his response, I heard heavy, if not gasping breathing on
the other end of the line.  Then he said, "Honey, I'm sorry about all of
this.  You know that I wish I could...do it,,, right?  I just love you SO
much!"

   "I love you too, big guy.  And of course I know that!"

   "We need this, to complete our family.  Let's just stay focused on that
beautiful baby..."

   "Oh, Paul.  You're too sweet.  I just wish it could be made by you and
me!  But this will be good too.  I miss you," Paul had to run; the guys
were running late for a tee time, and our conversation was holding up the
works.

   "Yes, me too hon.  I love you."

   "I love you too Paul, have a good time!" With that the phone clicked in
my ear.

   Ander came back about half an hour later with some shopping bags.  He
walked in and shouted, "Hey, Katie.  Feeling good?" I said, "yeah, I'm
feeling great!" He was digging around in the fridge pulling out
ingredients, he then started whipping up an amazing breakfast with the ease
of a pro.  I joined in helping him chop and prep for our meal.

   The whole time he was nothing but courteous, although I did catch him
glancing at my swaying breasts under my thin t-shirt a few times.  I really
didn't mind him looking, considering I had stolen quite a few looks of his
huge cock pressing against his tight athletic shorts.  We sat down and
gorged on our finished product, the food was fantastic.

   We were working on our second and third cups of coffee feeling
contentedly full, when Ander out of nowhere, placed his hand on my bare
thigh and said, "OK, sis.  I say we hit the sheets, and keep trying for
that baby." I could hardly believe my ears.  I kind of knew we'd be doing
it once or twice more later that night, but not damn well now.  Although I
could feel a distinct tingle in my tummy when he mentioned my sheets.

   A little shocked by his boldness, I instinctively replied, "I don't
think so." But my body was already responding YES.  I thought he would take
me seriously and go watch TV or something, but I saw a moment of shock in
his eyes.

   "I mean, its not even noon yet!"

   He didn't say anything at all, he didn't need to as his hand inched up
my thigh.  It wasn't until I asked, "Are you sure you can do this?" Ander
looked as though he was getting pissed, and then he laughed: "Let's go find
out.  We've only got another day and a half, and I want to make sure you're
knocked up.  Who knows, this might be our only opportunity before my
brother comes to his senses!  There is no way I would ever share you with
another man, infertile or not!"

   "I don't know.  I think we should wait till tonight, as we agreed." My
mind was trying to be rational, but my body was yearning for release.  I
now had my legs spread as he slowly pushed his index finger into my sopping
wet hole.

   Ander just said, with a big smile, as he pumped with now a second fat
finger, "Get your ass over here." His words were meant to be unaffected,
but I could see the intensity and seriousness in his eyes.  He didn't wait
for me to answer.  Pulling his fingers out of me, he walked over, picked me
up with ease.  He carried me down the hallway to the master bedroom, to the
bed I share with my husband.

   "Ander," I said, "Stop it.  What are you doing?  We can't fuck yet!" He
didn't say anything, he dropped me on the bed, and lay on top of me,
roughly pinning me down.  He said, "Sorry.  The minute I saw you in that
shirt, and with nothing underneath, there was no question that I was going
to have you." I could feel his python growing to full length again as he
pressed it against my belly, the memories of the pleasure he brought me the
night before came flooding back

   "Well don't think you were the only one looking." He freed my hands as I
began to work his shorts down over his hips.  I could only reach so far
until he completed the task for us.

   He lost his balance for a split second, Ander's as his hips parted my
thighs, and I could feel his veiny tool press up against my soaked pussy.
My lips were now right against Ander's ear, and, involuntarily, I kissed
it, trailing down his neck.  I was making my way back up his chin when he
grabbed my face and pulled it towards his.  Ander kissed my cheek, my neck,
and then his soft lips found their way to mine.

   Softly at first, just brushing our lips together, and then harder, and
then feeling Ander's tongue push past into my mouth.  I couldn't help but
to do the same thing back, sending my darting wet tongue past his lips.  We
kissed and felt each other up for what felt like an hour; it was almost
better than sex, the build was making it that much more intense.  Just the
sense of being together, a man in complete lust with, was very gratifying.
Then Ander started to make the moves to get back inside of me.

   He sat me up, and pulled my shirt over my head, whipping it across the
room.  I was now completely nude, baring it all for my brother in law.  I
was trying to remember if Paul had ever seen me completely bare in the
light of day.  I grabbed his shirt at the bottom and lifted it up over his
head.  His fat cock was still pulsingly hard, I gave it a few gentle tugs,
amazed at its firmness.  We embraced, his chest pressed warmly against
mine, we resumed kissing as my hands made their way down to his incredibly
tight ass.

   I was kissing him like I was in love with him, and maybe I was, on some
level.  I found myself moving my hands back towards his chest to get a feel
of those incredible chest muscles and abs.  Oh my...  did they feel nice.
So incredibly strong and hard.  It really was a shame that we weren't ever
going to fuck again after today, I thought, as he gently cupped my breast
taking it fully into his bare hand.  He was now holding my engorged nipple
between his thumb and index finger.  He gently began to roll them as his
tongue found its way down my throat once again.

   Then Ander kissed his way down the valley between my breasts.  God, he
knew how to kiss my tits!  So unlike the mauling I was used to from Paul.
He now used both hands to eagerly cup and caress them, his mouth moving
back and forth between them, kissing them with passion all while making
small nibbles around the outer edges.  He would then zero back in with soft
kisses and eager suckling on my hard nubs his tongue relentlessly working
on my nipples.  I could feel how incredibly wet I was getting.

   Ander started trailing kisses down towards my belly, and kissed around
the circumference of my cute belly button.  Continuing down further kissing
me lightly, I realized that he was actually going to put his mouth on my
now dripping wet sex.  Paul had never even tried before, I gently spoke
out, "No, We can't do this, its not right!." It wasn't that I was against
it, I just didn't know what to expect, and I had always been curious.

   Before I could protest further he started running his long wet tongue
from the base of my pussy lips to just below my clitoris.  He gave little
sucks to soft sensitive folds up and down my vagina, and it was obvious
that he was really enjoying himself.  His obvious enthusiasm was turning me
on as much as anything else, the fact that he was loving what he was doing.
I was surprised by my own reactions, my initial inhibitions dropped, I
gripped the sheets tightly as a sudden hard spasm rippled through me as his
tongue moved from inside me to my clit and back again.

   I was really getting into it when he pulled away and said, "God Katie,
I've wanted to lick your pussy since the day I first saw you in your
wedding dress."

   The mention of my wedding dress brought me back to reality and reminded
me that what we were doing was wrong.  I needed to clear those thoughts
from my mind, I grabbed the back of his head and pushed my pussy back into
his pleasure giving mouth.  I was writhing with passion as his pointed
tongue darted in and out of my hole.  The sloppy sounds of his work
resonated in my mind.  I was focused on one thing, getting as much pleasure
as I could from this.

   I screamed out in orgasm, it was quite good, but a mere drop in the
bucket compared to what he gave me the night before.  It felt really good
to be pampered by his very generous tongue.  I wanted to return the favor,
the desire to give something in return was strong in me, and I was hoping
Ander would want to put his penis in my mouth.  Another part of me fought
that desire, now I wasn't sure if I was ready for that yet.  After my
orgasm the desire was just as strong in me to now put a stop to this.

   We were going too far.  I said, "Ander.  No more.  We have to wait till
tonight." I tried to push him away from my still quivering sex.  He
eventually complied, kissing his way back up my tight stomach, stopping off
to spoil my very hard nipples once again.  Ander then brought his lips to
mine, I could taste my juices on him, and it filled me with a strange, and
intense need.  His hard cock gently nudged against my outer lips, my hips
thrust instinctively against him, trying to bring his hard cock inside of
me.

   Now all I could think of was being fucked to the fullest by my new
lover. As we made out he was running the length of his cock up and down my
pussy.  He knew I wasn't serious about stopping, and never even considered
it as an option.  As if on cue, Ander directed the tip of his massive cock
to my opening.  My pussy was ready to accommodate him, albeit a little sore
from the pounding he gave me the night before.  He began pushing in, a
couple of inches at a time.

   "Oh, take it easy baby, I'm a little raw down there from last night," I
exclaimed in pain.

   Ander ignored my complaint and continued pushing more into me with his
rock hard shaft.  Soon he could sense my anxiety levels dropping as I
started enthusiastically responding to his forceful fucking.  Ander's huge
balls were now slapping up against my ass as my well lubricated pussy
offered less and less resistance.

   "Fuck me, FUCK ME HARDER!" I moaned out in delight.

   "I thought you said it hurt."

   "Not any more, it feels so good, just fuck me with your cock," I moaned.

   "Has Paul ever fucked you this well?" He said.

   "What, who?" I replied, I had lost all sense of self awareness.

   "I said, has Paul ever fucked you this well??" Ander began slowly
pulling his fat cock from my tight confines.

   In a panic I tried to thrust back against him, his strong arm kept me
from my goal.

   "Answer me now, or no more dick"

   "OF COURSE NOT!  I have never been fucked like this!  Please give it to
me!!" I was desperate for him to give me what I desired most.  And at that
he pushed deep into me giving me what I wanted most!

   He started a hard rhythm that continued to turn my initial soreness into
pleasure, and against all logical control I start to thrust back up at him.
His words and huge cock were really pumping me up.  Suddenly, another
orgasm overwhelmed me, and it felt so incredible to be completely
dominated.

   Ander just said, "Oh yeah, baby.  Fuck you cum so hard, this pussy is
just too good." Ander began to buck faster, deeper, harder, I knew he was
getting close.

   "What do you want?  Tell me!" I watched his nose begin to screw.  The
first telltale sign that he was going to cum.  I knew he was beyond
stopping now.

   "I want you brother, I want you to fuck me!"

   "You want me to knock you up?  Want me to fill this pussy full of my
potent cum?"

   "YES!  YES!  Cum in me baby!  Make me a mommy!"

   I could actually feel his fat cock expand inside of me, just as I felt
his cock spasm his hot load against the deepest parts of my sex, I felt yet
another giant orgasm wrack my body.  I felt as if my contractions were
drawing that life-giving seed towards my soon to be fertilized egg.  We
thrashed through our mutual orgasm together, I had never felt closer to
another person until this very moment.

   "YES Give me that CUM!  I can feel you filling up my fertile little
pussy!  Do what Paul CAN'T!!" With each word I could feel him pulsing into
me.  Ander mashed his lips against mine as he continued to fill me up.  I
eagerly returned his kisses.

   Finally his weapon was fully discharged inside of me, he was completely
void of energy, but his plump cock remained plugged inside of me.  Ander
began tenderly kissing and feeling me up.  Almost as if I were a fine
delicacy, not some plaything, Ander softly kissed and licked my breasts
now, telling me how wonderful and perfect they were.  I never wanted this
moment to end.

   After awhile, he finally slipped from the tightness of my vagina, I
could hear an audible plop as I finally released him.  I felt a trickle of
a stream of his cum leaking from my sex.  I was hoping the most potent of
the swimmers were making their way deep inside of me.  That trickle soon
began a stream as more and more of his copious load ran out of me.  I
rested my hand softly on his thigh, and shut my eyes, lightly falling
asleep.  I just wanted a small break, but I was secretly hoping he would
recharge soon!  I was saddened when Ander got up, and got dressed.  I
listened closely to what he might have been up to, after a minute or two I
could hear the front door slam his motorcycle starting up.

   Not too much longer later, I fell asleep fast and hard, perfectly
content and satisfied.  My slumber was restless, vivid dreams danced
through my manic mind.  I was in a hospital nursery surrounded by hundreds
of screaming children.  I knew my baby was somewhere in that room.  I
spotted Paul across the room fruitlessly searching, getting further and
further away from me.  I was panicked, I just knew that I would never find
my child.  Suddenly a strong hand from behind grasped my shoulder and led
me down one of the pathways amongst all the bassinets.

   The stranger behind me suddenly stopped at a crib that was illuminated
with light.  I knew we had finally found my child.  I was so happy that I
burst into tears, I was so excited that I didn't even look down to confirm.
I grasped the stranger behind me and began covering his face in sweet
kisses and lovingly staring into Ander's eyes!

   I didn't know what to do this was supposed to be a child for Paul and
me. Anders strong grip held me steadfast.  He once again went to kiss me,
as I watched Paul disappear from the room entirely.  The scariest part was
I felt nothing but relief as he was finally gone.  I swooned at his touch,
taking in everything he was giving me.

   I closed my eyes and when I opened them I was transported back into a
strange room.  It resembled the seedy motel suite Paul and I stayed in on
our wedding night.  I was still wrapped in Anders strong arms.  I looked
down to see that I was totally naked.  I fell back into the bed cooing for
Ander to take me.  When I looked up I realized that it was not Ander
afterall, but the dark black skin of Dr.  Carroll.

   I was momentarily aghast at my nudity.  I went to cover myself up when I
noticed the room was full of men in tuxedos.  It was all of Paul's
groomsmen, including Ander.  They were cheering me on as Dr.  Carroll began
to ravish my body with his impossibly large black cock.  He was pounding my
pussy bringing me impossibly close to orgasm, I was just never able to get
to the climax.

   Suddenly one of the men from the gallery disrobed, it was Ander, he was
fisting his iron hard cock, shoving it in my face.  I gladly opened my
mouth accepting his pulsing tool past my tongue.  Suddenly Dr.  Carrol's
huge cock began to expand inside of me filling my pussy full of his cum. 
The other men in the room were all completely naked each one fisting huge
cocks.  I knew I was ready and willing to take them all on.  It was at that
moment I began to convulse in orgasm, screaming out at the extreme pleasure
I was experiencing in my dream.  I woke up suddenly I had two fingers
crammed in my pussy and I was sucking on two fingers of my other hand,
starting to come down from a very intense and very real orgasm.

   After catching my breath I tried to will myself back into that dream, I
wanted to continue my fantasy orgy, to sample all of the men in that room.
I never found it particularly odd that Paul was never there, in reality, he
never had been.  Paul could never give me the baby or the pleasure that I
had always wanted.  I fell asleep once again, this time it was mostly
dreamless, but my emotions were in high gear.

   When I finally woke from my sex induced nap, around 4 p.m., the pressure
on my bladder was intense and I was starving.  As I sat on the toilet
feeling the sweet relief of emptying my bladder, I noticed a continuous
stream of Anders cum running from me.  I was surprised that there was that
much left inside of me considering the large wet spot we had left on the
bed.  He must have shot his cum very deep in me.  I sat there for an extra
few minutes to let it all out.  I wiped the sticky stuff from my lips and
flushed the toilet.

   I decided to clean up the bedroom.  My bed was a total disaster, the
sheets were all disheveled and the smell of sex was strong in the air.  I
stripped the linens from the bed and put them in the washer.  It was only
when I started to remake the bed did I acknowledge that I was still
completely nude.  My nipples were achingly hard, and my pussy was still
dripping with moisture.  I wasn't sure if it was my own, or leftovers from
my brother inlaws large cum deposit.  Although I felt satisfied at the
moment, I could feel my sexual arousal levels begin to grow.  I was getting
horny, a totally new experience for me.

   My bedroom seemed different now, no longer was it simply a place to lie
down, it was now a place where I got fucked, I had a whole new outlook on
my bed.  The thought did bring a sharp stab of guilt, as it wasn't my
husband giving me the pleasure.  I'd promised Paul that Ander and I would
only be doing it twice, and I was so sure that I would not find any
pleasure in the act.  Now it was the only thing I could think about, my
pussy began to ache at the thought of having him inside me again very soon.


   There was a picture of Paul and I on our wedding day, sitting on his
dresser.  We looked so happy and optimistic.  The picture now made me feel
sad.  I picked it up and placed it face down, I did not want to confront
the emotions I was feeling at the moment.  With a sly grin I heard stirring
from the floor below.  I threw on my old house coat and bounded downstairs,
I could smell food.

   Ander had apparently began to prepare a meal for us.  It was a good
thing too, as I was completely famished.  I saw that beautiful hunk of man
standing by the stove as I made my way into the kitchen.  I couldn't help
but to appreciate his tight ass and bulging biceps.

   I grasped his strong arm and said, "So, what's cooking?  It smells
delicious!" He looked at me and said, "Just a little something to hold us
over.  I dunno about you, but all this fucking has me starved!"

   "You can say that again!  Who knew baby making would create such a big
appetite!" Ander's crass language no longer annoyed me as it once did.  I
playfully slapped him on the rear as I walked past him to get the wine
bottle opener.

   I began to open the bottle of wine, and was now pouring him a glass,
when he excused himself, "Wait right there." He said with a wink.  I
watched him head out to the foyer, I had just finished pouring two glasses
of wine we he reemerged into the kitchen.  He was holding a beautiful
bouquet of roses and a small shopping bag.  Deep burgundy velvety roses --
a couple of dozen, the scent filled my nose with joy!  My eyes went wide
and my heart began to race, I was feeling something well deep inside of me.
It had been years since my husband had bought me flowers, it felt really
nice to be appreciated, to be wooed.

   I wanted to say thank you, to take him in my arms and hug and kiss him
in appreciation, but this was a major violation of our agreement.  Ander
didn't wait for me to act.  He reached inside the opening of my robe to
give me a hug.  His hands felt warm as he touched the tight skin of my
ribs. He pulled me in tight to his body, he softly spoke into my ear, "I
just wanted to thank you, for all that you have done.  You've made me feel
like a man with purpose, that I am needed in this world.  I realize what we
have shared together is not supposed to be real, but I cannot deny my
feelings for you.  I have never felt this way about a woman."

   I began to blush, he was right, I could no longer deny it.  I didn't
know what to do all I could think of was to give him a kiss on the cheek.
My mouth trailed down his cheek to his lips, it wasn't long before the
pecks turned into a smoldering hot make out session.  I didn't plan on
stopping until Ander spoke up "I think you should check inside the bag now,
I picked up a few things for you."

   I peeked inside the bag, it was full of lingerie, everything from bra's
and panties, to teddy's and robe's.  Ander must have spent a couple hundred
dollars on all the satin and lace in the bag.

   "What is this for!" I asked smiling.

   "I'm just sick of seeing you in these tired old robes and panties.  I
did some investigating and picked out some new stuff for you.  Why don't
you go pick out your favorites and put them on for me.  By the time you get
back our meal will be ready." With that he kissed me on the cheek and
slapped my ass as I excitedly left the kitchen to explore my bag of
goodies!

   I had never owned anything like this in my life.  I was pretty familiar
with most of the items in the bag, but there were some corset and garter
sets with stockings that really confused me.  They just looked so sexy, I
gave it my best to figure out how to wear them.  I shed my ugly old gown
and robe, kicking them under the bed.  I slipped on the lace and mesh black
teddy, the material felt so luxurious against my skin.  I took my time
clipping the straps to the tops of the stockings.  I then began to slip on
the slinky g-string panties, when I figured out that I needed to put them
on first, then clip on the garters, I felt so stupid at that moment.

   I finally figured it out and I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror,
I looked hot!  I decided to tussle my hair a bit and add a touch of makeup,
nothing too heavy as I normally don't wear it at all.  The mesh and lace
allowed the slightest view on my hardened nipples, while my ass felt very
exposed in the tiny undergarment.  I was thankful I had thought ahead
earlier when I trimmed my pubic hair after my shower.  I felt down my torso
to my crotch.  I found the center to be rather wet, my excitement was
seeping through the satin material.

   I slipped on the chiffon robe to add another layer of sexiness and
headed back downstairs.  I was beaming with pride as I watched Ander's face
light up with joy.  I gave him a sexy wink as I flashed open the robe
showing him my sexy form beneath!

   "Holy shit!  You looking fucking awesome!  I was really hoping you would
wear that for me tonight!"

   "You really like it?  I feel so exposed!"

   "Hell yeah!  I say we skip dinner and head up to the bedroom"

   "No way!  You animal, you promised me dinner, and that is what I
expect!" I was smiling as I walked closer to him, playfully slapping his
tight buns.

   "Here, I have something for you, as a thank you for all the beautiful
things you have given me." I hoped he picked up the fact I meant the bag
full of goodies, and the incredible sex we shared.  I still couldn't
believe I was about to do what I planned.  I reached out my hand towards
his and dropped my wedding rings in his palm.

   "I'm all yours until Paul gets back, when I wear those rings, I am all
his, but until then treat me as if I were your own!  I have a few more
ideas, but they will have to wait for after dinner." I winked at his
stunned face and lightly caressed his stiff cock through his slacks.  I
felt his length travelling all the way down his left thigh.

   "I am honored you gave these to me, and I will keep them safe.  Don't be
surprised if I am reluctant to return them to you, a guy could really get
used to living like this!" Ander grabbed me by the waist and planted a
series of kisses up and down my neck finally making some time for my lips.
Our tongues danced in each others mouths, as our sexual desire grew to a
bursting point!

   "Let's hurry up and eat, I want to get you back into bed!"

   Ander and I enjoyed some light conversation, we both knew where we would
rather be.  I was feeling very relaxed with two glasses of wine in me. 
Ander couldn't take his off of me, or my cleavage!  He made me feel so
sexy, and wanted, something I hadn't felt in years!  Near the end of a our
wonderful candlelit meal, I said something about all the rich food we'd
eaten.

   Ander looked me dead in the eye with a look of pure lust and desire.  He
said, "The great thing about a meal like this is that it makes you horny,
which means you have to work off the calories."

   I smiled and thought to myself, "Actually, a meal like this would just
make Paul sleepy and probably gain another couple of pounds." After
snickering to myself, I replied, "I want you naked.  I want to see your
perfect body In the candlelight.  I have something I want to give you for
dessert."

   I stood up and reached out for his hands, helping him up to his feet. 
It was amazing standing next to this big hunk of a man, he had to have been
a foot taller than me.  I was so used to Paul, who made only had an inch or
two on me.

   "I like a woman that knows what she wants!"

   "Well then give it to me big boy, take those fucking clothes off!  I
want to see that hard cock!" I couldn't believe the foul language coming
out of my mouth, it made me so horny to speak to him like this.

   Ander smiled a sinister little grin and undid the buttons of his white
shirt.  His dark tanned, and tightly sculpted, bare chest was now exposed,
the sight sent a shiver down my spine.  Just then he moved just a step or
two away from my chair.  He undid the button of the jeans, pulled down his
fly, and began pushing them down his thighs.  I was not at all surprised to
see he was not wearing underwear.

   He took a step closer, now his drooling fully-erect cock was just a few
inches from my stomach.  I placed my hand on his bare chest, I looked up
and smiled at him mischievously.  I grasped his amazing cock with both
hands, slowly jerking him.  I stared into his eyes as I began to drop to my
knees, right there in my own dining room.  Butterflies filled my tummy as I
was incredibly anxious to do what came next.

   I found his uncircumcised cock beautiful, unlike Paul's that resembled a
turtle hiding in its shell.  Anders cock seemed so sexy and powerful.  The
skin covered the purple helmet of his tool, which was now pulsing to the
beat of his racing heart as my lips approached.  With my left hand I peeled
the skin back exposing the sensitive skin beneath.

   I felt incredibly powerful in this position, not at all subservient.  I
was here because I wanted to, not because he told me to.  I was staring
down this 8 or 9 inch monster, watching him throb under my dainty grasp. 
The anticipation was killing him, and I was reveling in every moment of his
torment!  I finally gave in, I kissed the tip of his cock, which soon
turned into a little lick, and then added a few more.  I found the overall
experience quite enjoyable, most of my fears were subsiding.  I began to
gently rub the outer folds of my wet pussy over the smooth satin material
of my new underwear.

   Just as I groaned in pleasure Ander said, "Yeah, that's it, lick my fat
cock.  That's perfect.  You should, just suck me a little way past your
lips.  Just a light little suck, like you're taking the tip off an ice
cream cone." Then a couple of drops of clear liquid came out, and I
stopped. I gave one more little lick, for curiosity, the taste wasn't so
bad.  I opened my mouth wide, forcing his girth past my very tight lips. 
It felt like my jaw was being dislocated, I had to open so wide.  I could
taste more of that liquid, slowly dripping on the back of my tongue.

   I bobbed my head back and forth, only taking the first few inches of his
overly thick cock.  I was pretty proud of myself at that moment, I just
hoped I was giving him as much pleasure as he expected from me.

   I now had one hand under the elastic band of my panties, a finger buried
deep inside my soaking pussy.  The other shucking his hard cock in perfect
time of my mouth, I could feel Ander begin to wobble, and I was not too far
behind him.  He must be liking what I was giving him.  He had his hands
buried in my hair, guiding my head back and forth, as he groaned in
delight.

   "Fuck this feels so good!  Are you sure you have never done this
before?"

   I couldn't very well respond, as I had most of his long cock buried past
my gag reflex.  I did my best to shake my head yes.  Ander's hands left my
hair and I could feel him back up a little.  Most of his cock slipped from
my throat, I shuffled on my knees to keep up with him, I was getting so
close to cumming, and I was really enjoying my new task.

   Ander reached for the chair and sat down, as he did, his cock slipped
almost entirely from my mouth.  I didn't waste a second as, took off my
robe, and recaptured him between my lips.  My angle was much better now, I
continued to jerk off what I couldn't get down my throat.  Sloppy wet
sounds filled the air as my spit ran down his length in streams.  I worked
my head and hand faster, really getting into sucking his magnificent tool!
I was hopeful I could make him cum, I wanted to experience everything he
had to offer that Paul could not.

   I was on the verge of my own orgasm when I felt his balls tighten in my
hand, his already too huge cock began to expand in my mouth, I knew from
previous experience that he was about to blow!  My pussy was ready to be
fucked, but I really wanted to taste his cum.  I pulled the panties to the
side as I continued bobbing my head rapidly, he was groaning and writhing
as I brought him to the point of no return.  Suddenly his cock exploded,
his seed quickly filled my mouth, shooting ropes of cum straight down into
my stomach.

   Acting fast I jumped up, only missing one shot of cum as it shot past my
belly button.  My wet cunt enveloped his hard tool just as I began to
swallow the rest of his cum.  My plan had worked perfectly, I could feel
him pulsing inside of me as I almost instantly began to convulse in my own
orgasm.  The pleasure was so intense that I literally saw stars!

   As I sat atop Ander, my powerful warrior, gasping for breath, his semi
hard cock still lodged inside of me, I knew this was the only place on
earth I wanted to be.  I gave Ander a big hug, holding onto him for dear
life.  I wanted more, I wanted everything he could give me sexually and
more!

   "Wow babe, that was fucking incredible, I can't believe you were so
willing to do all of that on your first time.  Fucking me at the end was a
nice touch!  Your mouth is great, but your pussy is the best!"

   I just smiled to myself and began planting little kisses all over his
shoulders and chest.

   "I really enjoyed sucking you off, it was something I had always wanted
to do, but never had the right partner.  I'm so happy that you liked it, I
was incredibly nervous!"

   "You were great, and you look so fucking sexy in that lingerie.  Your
body is so fucking hot.  Let's take this into the bedroom!" With that said,
Ander stood up out of the chair, his already re-hardened cock still buried
in me.  He began to walk us towards the bedroom, he carried me so
effortlessly.  I sort of did what I could to fuck him, gently swaying my
hips, and pushing my hips in and out.

   Just as we were about to enter our bedroom, Ander stopped in the
hallway, he pushed me up against the wall, where the framed wedding picture
of Paul and I hung.  He didn't say anything at first, he began thrusting
inside of me at a nice even pace.

   Looking me in the eye Ander said, "Just one more thing, now.  I want you
to tell me something."

   "Wha..  what..  What's that?" I asked.  My voice came out as a quiver. I
realized I was shaking.

   "I want you...  to tell me to fuck you."

   I huffed, "Ok, I need your cock!  Please make love to me!  Take me to
our bed and fill me with your cum!"

   "That's not what I said!  Tell me you need me to fuck you."

   "I want you.  And only you!  Nobody has ever made me feel the way you
do." Then something took control of my voice, and I said, "I want you to
fuck me, and do with me as you please, I am yours!"

   Ander began pounding me once again, slamming himself with full force,
pushing me into the wall.  He was fucking me so hard I thought I would
surely break through into the other room.  The picture on the wall was
slapping back and forth, as I screamed out in orgasm, it came crashing down
to the floor, cracking the glass and damaging the frame.  Anders lips were
pressed against mine, as his free hand slipped into the top of my corset.
He pulled my top down, freeing my nipples, as he now pinched and groped
them.  The sensation was overwhelming as I felt yet another strong desire
deep inside my loins.

   That's when I said it.  I said, "I want you to...  take me to bed, and I
want you to fuck me." As soon as I said that, Ander thrust up into me and
said, "Oh, baby, you're so hot.  Tell me again, again!  I'm so fucking
close!" As my second orgasm began to gather steam in my tummy, I said,
"Fuck me, Ander.  Fuck me hard and fuck me long." Then it all came crashing
home.  I could feel Ander's spunk blasting uncontrolled out of his amazing
cock, and I spasmed for what must have been about a solid two minutes on
his pulsing piston.

   Just as Ander had exhausted himself inside of me he carried me into the
bedroom, flopping me down on the soft mattress.  He took his place next to
me as he tried to catch his breath.  I watched as his mighty weapon began
to deflate.  The sensation of his cum filling my panties was not lost on
me. I found the whole scene very sexy.  I reached out and began caressing
his chest lovingly.  I worked my way down to his crotch hoping to breathe
more life into him.  I did not hesitate one second when I felt him to
respond to my touch.  I straddled his leg and took him into my mouth once
again, getting him fully hard, filling my mouth full of his thick cock.

   And that was pretty much how we spent the next 24 hours, fucking and
sucking ourselves silly.  I came countless times on his thick cock and
generous tongue.  I even posed for a few sexy pictures Ander insisted on
taking.  I made him promise to never show them to anybody.  I even allowed
him to photograph me as we fucked.  My favorite picture was of me on my
knees sucking on him sloppily, followed by my face smiling at the camera
full of his thick creamy load.

   I was really getting off on sucking his wonderful cock.  I swallowed no
less than 3 of his thick loads, revelling in my new found ability.  Ander
and I did not stop trying for that baby, all the way up until just before
Paul got home.  Our final fuck was in the shower, I had taken a call from
Paul moments after another hard and fast fuck from his brother.  I jumped
up to wash away the sins of the weekend, not expecting any company, but
pleasantly surprised when my lover joined me in the steamy shower stall.  I
was thankful for the new tankless water heater, as Ander pounded and fucked
me one last time.  He finished by shooting his load all over my tits and
face.  I never felt more proud!  It wasn't 20 minutes later when Paul
walked in the door.

   Ander actually packed up a bag, making himself scarce, he didn't think
he could bare looking Paul in the eye after everything we did.  He also
mentioned that he wanted to give Paul and me a chance for some private
time. I was quite thankful for that, as I was not sure I could resist his
advances.  My poor little pussy needed the break too, he had absolutely
fucked me raw.  I couldn't even wear panties due to the friction!

   I was so confused now, I was positive that I loved Paul, but my body
needed the animalistic fucking only Ander could provide.  When Paul came
home, I confessed to breaking some of the rules, and that we had mated more
than what we had discussed.  I felt so guilty staring into the eyes of the
man I had made my sacred vows to, I couldn't stop crying.  Paul very
sweetly said, "That's OK, honey.  I'm kind of glad you did.  I was kind of
worried that two times wouldn't be good enough.  Its not like you enjoyed
it anyway, we both know about your issue..."

   I stared off into space as he spoke, reliving the last 48 hours of my
life, "You're right sweetie, it wasn't ever about pleasure..." My tears
were still streaming down my face.

   "And the worst part is I miscalculated my most fertile time, its going
to be next weekend, maybe even Thursday.  I really want it to take!" I once
again burst into tears, I might have been playing it up a little for my
sweet naive husband.

   "There is a good chance this was all for naught!" I buried my face in my
hands, mustering all the fake emotion I could.

   "Are you sure sweetie, you always know!  What happened?"

   "I'm not sure, I just never hit the right temperature this weekend!"

   "Well, maybe you guys can try again, while I'm at work or something...
As long as this is still clinical, and not pleasurable for you...  Maybe I
can go visit my buddy Derek up north for the weekend..." Paul looked to be
a little dejected, I could tell that he wasn't thrilled with the idea of
sharing me any longer than he had to.

   I said, "Really?  You don't mind sweetie?  I think I can go through with
it again...  but Honey, there is something else you don't understand.  The
reason I broke my promise...  was because I did start to like having Ander
inside me.  It was starting to feel good...  maybe it felt a little too
good.  It's probably mainly because it felt forbidden and all that.  Or
because it was totally new.  I really don't know.  I hope you don't hate
me..."

   And I started crying again.  When Paul held me, I could feel that he had
a hard-on when I accidentally grazed his crotch with my hand.  I truly did
not need any more sex at that point.  I stripped Paul out of his clothes
like some kind of woman possessed.  I feigned enthusiasm as his fat body
hovered above me, giving me as much of his penis as he could.  Had it not
been for Anders last deposit in my pussy, I would not have been wet at all.
I almost gagged watching his pasty man boobs flop back and forth as he gave
it to me.  His disgusting belly was bouncing off of me, making it difficult
to keep his already short penis inside of me.  It must have been good for
him because he came in about 15 strokes.

   I moaned out in frustration, not that I was even close to cumming
myself, but frustrated by the fact the my husband could never give my body
what it now craved.

   Paul was sweating, as he huffed and puffed to catch his breath, "Wow
that was great!  Did I make you cum?" The smile on his face brought one to
mine.

   "I think you did baby!  That was incredible!  My very first orgasm
shared with the man I love most!" I leaned up and pecked him on the lips.
Paul rolled off of me and went into the bathroom to get cleaned up.  I
stuck my finger inside of me and tried to scoop out all of Paul's cum, it
didn't take very long as it was already quite watery and only squirted a
few inches inside of me.

   The sensation of my finger inside of me got me excited, I closed my eyes
as I slowly pumped one, then two, then 3 fingers in and out.  The whole
time I was imagining Ander above me, making slow passionate love to me.  I
was getting close to cumming when Paul reentered the room.  I immediately
stopped what I was doing.  We snuggled and chatted a bit, about half an
hour later, I managed to stroke him hard again.  His hard on was a little
floppy, and not very firm, I attempted to take him in my mouth.  Paul
instantly rebuffed my advances, saying it was "nasty".  Paul pushed his
somewhat soft penis in, I made him come in me again.  As we fell asleep, I
hoped that he could think that my possible pregnancy was due to his own
doing.

   I fell asleep excited to tell Ander about the scheme I had set into
motion, giving us one more weekend together before parting for good, and
hopefully a baby in my tummy.

   -- 10 months later -

   Ander and I had just finished another frantic fuck session that ended
with him unloading his pent up volume of cum deep inside of me.  We had
traveled together for his new assignment in Brazil.  Maybe, I should back
up a little.

   After that second weekend with Ander I thought I could go back to being
a good wife to Paul.  I tried really hard to keep Ander at a distance, but
that was fruitless.  Making love with my husband just wasn't enough
anymore, I needed to be fucked!  Ander I would do it while Paul was away at
work during the day, then I started sneaking into his room at night to get
what I needed.  Paul kept insisting that Ander and I make love during my
fertile times, he would even be kind enough to leave the house for a few
days to give us space.  I could tell that he wasn't thrilled with his
brother continuing to fuck me, he was hopeful that I would be knocked up
after each free weekend.  Yet every month, my period would come right on
time.

   Ander and I loved the privacy, it was on these nights Ander would take
me out, treating me to dinner and dancing.  I loved dressing up sexy for
him, and teasing him with my body all night.  I would never refuse Ander, I
would fuck and suck him at any given moment, either upon his command, or
just because I wanted to feel him.  I had become an expert at sucking his
cock, taking him deep into my throat and loving the feeling of his thick
cock shooting ropes of sperm into my belly.

   Ander also requested that I cut Paul off sexually, he wasn't comfortable
sharing me with his brother any longer.  Ander said it was `creepy'.  It
wasn't hard to convince Paul, I just explained that the reason I may not be
getting pregnant was because his inferior sperm was messing up my insides.
I really couldn't believe he bought it.  I made some empty promises to
please him once I was with child.

   There were too many close calls to count, I figured Paul knew what we
were up to.  I'm pretty sure he just wanted to live in a state of denial.
My pussy, now completely shaved, at Anders request, was almost constantly
leaking his cum.  I also spent most nights sleeping in Anders bed, there
was no mistaking my cries of passion as Ander nailed me good and hard
nearly every night.

   It wasn't until one day when Paul came home early and found us fucking
on the couch, he simply stood at the doorway watching his brother fuck me
silly as I screamed out in orgasm.  I didn't even know he was there until
Ander pulled out to shoot his cum all over my tits and face.

   I watched as Anders cock never even softened as he spoke to his brother.
"What are you looking at Lard Ass?  Get the fuck out of here!  Actually,
I'll do you one better, I'll take YOUR wife into MY new master bedroom, I'm
really tired of fucking her every night on that tiny twin bed!  Now get the
fuck out of my way."

   "No Ander!  This can't continue!  She is my wife!  You are MY brother!
We are supposed to look out for each other!" Paul looked as though he was
on the edge of tears, his chin was quivering.

   "You mean how you were looking out for me when you punctured holes in my
condoms, or how you spread a rumor all over school that I had a small cock?
Does this look small?  Your wife sure does seem to like it!  The straw was
when you told mom and dad that I was a rapist!  I came here just to fuck
with you a little, to try and seduce your sweet wife into sleeping with me,
just to prove a point!  But you fucking handed her to me on a silver
platter!  And I gotta say, Bro, I can't get enough!"

   "BBB-ut....  III"

   "Hold your tongue dip shit, we'll let the lady decide who she prefers.
I'll leave right now, if she chooses you!"

   My heart suddenly sank!  There was an obvious choice, one I never
thought I would make.  I got up off the couch, put my arm around my
husbands brother.

   "I love you Paul, I always will, Ander and I just have a chemistry, a
chemistry that I have never had with you.  I choose Ander.  I'm so
sorry..." I looked up with pride, confident I had made the right decision.

   Ander scooped me up into his arms and carried me into our new room.  He
threw me on the bed, jumping on top of me and covering my face with sweet
kisses.  That culminated into another long and hard fuck session.

   "I love you Kate, I knew what we had was true!  I'm thrilled to have
this opportunity, I promise to not let you down!" Ander and I shared a deep
soulful kiss, it felt good to know how strongly he felt for me.

   "I love you too Ander, I never thought this would be possible, but you
just make me so happy!" I started our make out session once again.

   "Kate, there is one thing I need to tell you.  The reason you haven't
gotten pregnant yet is...  well...  I don't know how to tell you...  But
here it is...  I got clipped after my last kid...  I'm shooting blanks,
just like lard ass...  I'm so sorry for not telling you sooner..." Ander
looked sad, and truly regretful.

   "Well I had my suspicions...  I just thought it was because I got on
birth control." It was true, after our first time, the Monday following our
first tryst, I took the Plan B, and called in a prescription for birth
control, I knew I couldn't live without the sex Ander and I had together!

   "you fuckin' slut!  Get over here!" Ander and I kissed and hugged.  We
once again began to make slow passionate love that of course ended with
another incredible pounding, fucking me senseless.  I came more times than
I could count!  Ander pumped into me fast and hard, pushing his ever
swelling cock into me, pumping me full of his cum.  I obviously knew he
couldn't impregnate me, but my mind still hoped that he could.

   We were laying in each other's arms, post sex, trying to catch our
breath.

   "Ander, do you think you would ever reverse the vasectomy?  I've heard
that its possible."

   "I dunno, I guess if I met the right girl, I might..." He looked at me
and smiled widely, I slapped his giant bicep, and we both began to giggle.
It felt good to be in his arms, I was well satisfied, and i felt safe and
secure.

   Ander and I couldn't put up with Paul's sad sack act once I got my
period again.  Ander found a place on the other side of town.  We moved our
things out one day while Paul was at work.  I left him a short message,
leaving my wedding rings on the counter.

   Living with Ander was a dream, he was insatiable sexually, our intensity
for each other never wavered.  I was sorely disappointed when he took the
position in Brazil.  We had a teary goodbye, I promised to meet him as soon
as I could, it just wasn't possible for me to walk away from my current
assignment.

   The hardest part was not having sex, Ander bought me a few toys, and a
dildo that was almost a perfect match to his own weapon.  I did my best,
but one day I just couldn't take it anymore.  I packed up my desk and quit
my assignment, I knew they would be OK without me.  Ander was so happy that
I was going to be joining him.  He said he had a surprise for me!

   The first few days in Brazil were a sex filled frenzy, we fucked and
sucked each other as much as our bodies could handle.  One night as we were
eating supper, Ander handed me a sealed envelope.  It was from a doctor's
office in Brazil.  I looked at him quizzically and ripped open the
envelope. It was a letter, from his doctor stating that the reversal was
successful, it even had a read out of his most recent sample test.  Looks
like Ander was shooting missiles again, his viable sperm count was around
50 million!  I looked at him with pride, hopeful that I was already
carrying his child.