1. Sandie's First Swing - Part 3


    Date: 11/12/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: JennyGently, Rating: 27, Source: LushStories

    thought I was on the pill. He was wrong. Because of my husband’s vasectomy, I wasn’t on the pill and despite my previous unplanned conception, the idea of using a condom or anything else still hadn’t even occurred to me. I hadn’t expected to have a weekend of sex when I had stormed out of the house that fateful Friday evening and had had completely unprotected sex multiple times. So the answer is simple in practical terms - in psychological terms, things get much murkier. Why in God’s name had I been so careless, so irresponsible? After all I had been through the first time, why did I let it happen again? I have only come up with a few possible answers: Is it possible that I am the kind of girl so flattered by the attention of an attractive man or so driven by animal lust that it overwhelmed my natural defences and turned my brain to jelly? Given that I have had so few partners in my life and have only had two children, this seems unlikely. Was it just a subconscious desire for revenge against my cheating, deceitful husband, as if getting pregnant by another man was the ultimate punishment for Tom’s philandering? I’m sure there must have been more to it than that, though revenge certainly will have played an important part both in my willingness to be overpowered by Paul and the incredible pleasure I experienced at his tender hands. Or was there something else subconsciously driving me too; something darker and deep within me that subverted my common sense long enough to ...
    get me pregnant. Was it a desperate desire for forgiveness? A need it for atonement perhaps; as if the only way I could make amends for the grave sin I had committed in having Paul’s baby aborted was to get pregnant by him again? I don’t know. All I do know is that without thinking, I had behaved in a way in which I was most likely to conceive and that nothing else had mattered. I had opened myself completely, both physically and emotionally as if I was trying to draw all that was good in Paul into my body. Every time he had ejaculated inside me I had cried real tears, holding him deep within me until he had softened completely and every last drop of his seed had passed into me. And after each climax, I had lain on my back a long time with his fresh semen inside me, as if unconsciously afraid to lose his life giving seed; allowing the millions of tiny sperm to wriggle their way in the darkness, through my post-orgasmic, open cervix and into the womb beyond. Whether fate had played any part in it I can’t ever know, but it’s clear that, as I drove back to the house I had called home that Sunday afternoon, history had already repeated itself and I was a pregnant woman again. But this time when I came out of the en-suite bathroom with the positive test in my hand, my mind-set was entirely different. Despite the shock, there was no way I would even contemplate having a second abortion. This time the baby was going to be born. *** So what happened next? It’s over a year since these ...