Erik and Emily have spent a year trying to conceive. Late one night Emily wakes Erik because she thinks she is ovulating. They fight, and when Erik tries to make up something goes awry.
I rolled over and squinted at the bright numbers on my alarm clock. 3:30 am!!! I groggily sat up responding to the soft tapping on my shoulder.
"Hey," Emily whispered, her voice laced with urgency. "My smartwatch just woke me. My temp is up. I think I'm ovulating. We need to bang now."
I rubbed my eyes and looked at her, my irritation faded when I saw the desperation in her gaze.
Emily and I started dating a few years back. We were married just over a year ago. I don't have any kids, but Emily had a daughter when she was 20. Our lives are stable and secure. Emily's desperately wanted another child for as long as I've known her, and we've been trying without any luck. The doctor said we needed to be patient because it can take time for a 40-year-old to get pregnant.
My wife was less than delighted at the idea of being patient. Emily insisted she be prescribed fertility injections. She even mandated a strict sex schedule whenever her app tells her she is ovulating. But it hasn't gone as planned.
The last month has been extraordinarily difficult. Emily's daughter, Dana, returned home following her sophomore year of college. Her presence has made it more difficult to have sex as often as Emily demanded.
Dana is the spitting image of her mother. She is an extremely smart young woman studying pre-med. She is a little awkward and has never had many friends. Dan has also never had a boyfriend. Dana has spent her summer on our couch streaming Netflix and scrolling through TikTok on her phone. Our only respite are the 15 hours a week she is at the hospital padding her resume working as a CNA.
This has meant Emily and I have had to have very quiet sex or make time when Dana isn't around. This has added to the stress pushing Emily over the edge.
"Okay, let's do this," I said, trying to sound enthusiastic. But the truth is, I was exhausted. I just wanted to go back to sleep. I barely moved and it was clear I was not into making a baby tonight.
Emily sensed my reluctance and looked hurt. "Please, Eric," she pleaded. "I need this."
I sighed and reluctantly rolled over, pulled down my boxers and started stroking myself trying to get hard. Sex had become so clinical while trying to make a child and I wasn't into it tonight. If the moment didn't already lack romance my halfhearted effort killed what was left. In this moment, with all of the hormones raging through Emily's body, she had a strong visceral reaction to my hesitancy.
"Of course, you're not into this. Of course you're hardly trying. It makes me feel like I made a mistake marrying you, " Emily said before storming out our bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
I remained in bed, still holding my semi-hard dick, trying to understand what had just happened. I heard the door to the hallway bathroom close and the shower start running. When I heard the shower end I got out of bed to check on Emily. I opened the bathroom door and found her leaning against the sink wrapped in a towel.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I know you need me. I'm trying hard. This hasn't been easy on me either."
The figure straightened up, turning slightly to look at me. Only the dim bathroom nightlight was on. The low light and steam hanging in the air made it difficult to see clearly. Still, something about her seemed off. Her hair was shorter, her face younger. I assumed I was seeing things, still not awake.
"You don't have to apologize to me for anything. I'm fine. You should go to the couch and apologize," she said.
It felt like a punch to the gut. I thought she was telling me to sleep on the couch. Our whole marriage we had tried to never go to bed angry. Neither of us had ever slept on the couch.
I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into a hug. I felt she was angry as she tried to pull away. Before she could say anything, I turned her around and kissed her. She tasted different and her kiss was softer than normal. I chalked it up to having just brushed her teeth.
We haven't had many intimate moments lately. We've had lots of sex, but the pressure of trying to make a baby had robbed our relationship of intimacy. Our love was strong. But day-to-day life had become more and more strained with every failed pregnancy test. This kiss was the first time I could remember finding a deep connection in some time.
She must have felt the same way. She kissed me deeper and deeper, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me tight. It was a sloppy kiss. Maybe we were out of practice. But it felt nice and turned my semi into a full hard-on.
I reach down and removed her towel, guiding my fingers to her slit. The angle was awkward. I felt like maybe we were too old to try standing sex on a wet bathroom floor. Our sex was generally limited to the horizontal-based positions. But I wanted to make it up to Emily and was feeling ambitious. I contorted my wrists to reach her slit and I found a woman dripping with desire.
She must have shaved when she showered. She must have wanted to try something new to get us out of our rut. It worked. Her freshly shaved mound ignited a fire inside me. I gently ran my finger along the outside of her tender lips before touching her delicate inner fold. Her wetness coated my fingers. I followed her dripping labia up until I found her clit eagerly awaiting my attention.
As we kissed, she squirmed. The more attention I gave her clit the more she shook against my body. I had rarely known her to quake with pleasure. She gasped, grinding hard against my hand, her moans getting louder. I could feel her orgasm building and I smashed her bean harder and faster. I was eager to make her cum.
She curled into my embrace convulsing violently. Her orgasm moved her whole body. She bit her lip trying not to scream. As she finished shaking, she tried to whisper something.
I cut her off after I heard the words, "We can't..."
"Emily," I said, "I am sorry. I know how important it is to you to have another child. I'm committed. Maybe tonight we can make you a new momma right now!"
"I'm not..." she started to say.
Before she could talk I interrupted her with another kiss. I didn't need her to tell me she wasn't angry. I was quick to forgive.
I swung her body around so she was facing the sink. In one brisk move I bent her over and guided myself into her depths. She was dripping with desire, but I found a slight impediment as I tried to bury myself inside her hungry pussy. I thrust a little more violently than normal. I pushed past the barrier and impaled her.
She yelped as I slammed into her. Her response made me think I had just torn her open. She reached back and held my hips trying to slow everything down. She seemed to be learning to accommodate my size anew. I held her body close to mine letting her adjust to my dick - hilt deep inside her belly. I must have caught her a little off guard as my dick filled her depths.
She began to relax after several minutes of deep breathing. She slowly eased me in and out of her treasure. My penis slid through her soft body elevating the pleasure with every stroke. I tried to find our usual rhythm but she was all over the place tonight. Taking her from behind had changed the sensations I experienced. Her pussy walls wrapped around my curved dick. Her pussy clasped me tighter than normal. Her inner walls revealed ridges I had never experienced before. The new sensations really got me going.
I reached around her slender frame and reached her clit once again. When I first pushed against her button she jumped. She was still a bit sensitive after her recent orgasm so I gently circled her most sensitive of spots.
At the same time, I wrapped my left hand around her and reached for her breasts. They felt so much smaller in this position. I felt her nipples harden under my touch. She was clearly turned on by this encounter and her moans grew louder and louder. I worried we would be caught by Dana in the shared bathroom. I put my hand over her mouth trying to quiet her. She responded by nibbling my finger.
She began thrusting with vigor, slamming her ass into me as hard as she could. I was riding a bucking steed tonight! It was all happening so fast. Her body slid the length of my dick fast and hard. The sex lacked the grace and partnership we usually shared with each other. Instead, she was displaying a crude animalistic response to being mounted from behind. Her grunts and brutal pouncing turned me on.
Her pussy was also a little shallower than normal. I felt the head of my penis slamming against her cervix. Normally I could reach the back of her tunnel, but this was unique. She enjoyed me ramrodding her and pushed hard to get me as deep as possible.
She suddenly tensed and cried out, her orgasm washing over her. I continued to fuck her hard trying to meet her carnal eroticism. I was getting very close to erupting.
Before I could climax I heard her whisper, "Please don't cum in me. I can't get pregnant."
We had tried role play before. It had never gone particularly well. Maybe I'm a bit vanilla. Tonight, though, I was game for anything. Her words, her warning brought a new feeling of risk to the moment. It evaporated those dark worries that I might not plant impregnate her tonight. Instead, her game made me feel like I was young, and once again terrified at the thought of an unwanted pregnancy. Risk is a strong aphrodisiac.
"Tonight I'm filling your whore pussy. There's nothing you can do. Your womb is mine to take, your body mine to change!!," I grunted. "You will wake a new bitch bearing my child. By the time we wake up you'll be on your way to motherhood."
She had asked me to call her degrading names before and it always felt off to me. But tonight it felt right. More than that it felt fucking hot. My balls were ready to release everything they had to give and claim this fertile body I had seized.
I wrapped my fingers in her hair and pulled as my thrusts into her body sped. She panted the word yes over and over. Our bodies clapped together and we locked eyes in the reflection of the steamy mirror.
Orgasm isn't quite the right word for what overtook my body. Instead, I would say the dam burst. I felt my balls tighten. I griped her hips, my fingers clawing into her skin. I closed my eyes and let myself go, cumming deep inside her. I was planting my seed in her field and I was certain that this time something would grow. The weight and stress I had been carrying burst out of my body just as I flooded her with my baby batter.
I could hardly support myself once I had sent chord after chord of semen into her eager womb. I collapsed onto her naked body. We were both dripping in sweat and the room reeked of sex. My legs were jello. Only her strong arms, braced against the bathroom sink, held us both up. I stayed curled on top of her for a long time hoping my dick could cork her long enough to finally knock her up. Emily always complained when I pulled out too soon letting my cream drip free.
She tried to wrestle free of my embrace but I knew she liked it when I held her tight. She looked away from me and whispered, "What have we done?"
I responded, "Don't worry. I don't think Dana heard us."
I pulled out and let her stand up. She turned around to face me and before she could speak I gave her one more deep kiss. In the dim light I could see her in all of her beauty. She looked like she was twenty years younger. Maybe I was hallucinating from exhaustion, but I thought she was already glowing. The weight of the world had been lifted from me because I swore I could see a light marking her as a mother-to-be.
I wrapped my arms around her apologizing once more before leaving for our bedroom. I made a silent promise to myself to be more understanding and supportive in the future. It certainly paid off tonight.
I fell asleep before Emily returned. I woke to Emily apologizing to me. The imagery from my dream quickly fell from my thoughts.
"I am so sorry for last night. I overreacted and lost my temper. I don't know why. This has all been so hard."
I told her I already forgave her.
She hugged me then said, she was probably still fertile if I had the energy for a quick fuck.
"We can be as loud as we want," Emily said. "Dana ran out early this morning. She probably had an early shift at the hospital."
She pulled my boxers off and went down on me dining on the dried leftovers from the night before. Then we had another round of quasi-clinical make-a-baby sex. It was different than how we had been having sex lately. It was lighter and more fun. I was more playful and I dove into a foreplay. I was a little thrown off by her neatly trimmed bush. I must have imagined a bald kitty the night before. It wasn't nearly as exciting as our tryst in the hall bathroom, but it was still fulfilling. I left her another giant flood deep inside. We felt close to each other the rest of the day.
To our delight, in July Emily and I found out we would be parents! Parenthood had been hard won - after a little more than a year of trying, and thousands of dollars on fertility care. Emily was more excited than I had ever seen her.
That fall was one of the most romantic periods in my life. We learned we would have twins, a common occurrence when fertility drugs are involved. Emily and I had never been closer. Watching Emily's body change was amazing, and pregnancy sex was out of this world.
Our happy little lives were upended when Dana arrived home for Thanksgiving. Emily and I found a very pregnant Dana standing in our doorway. Not only would we be new parents in a few months, but Dana had done her part to make us new grandparents - well I would be a new step-grandparent.
Dana wouldn't tell us anything about the father. She just kept asking us to support her, which, of course, we promised to do. Thanksgiving dinner was still tense. Emily had become a mother when she was Dana's age. It was the last thing she wanted for her daughter to experience.
Dana had always been so responsible. I couldn't wrap my head around how this could happen. I had no idea she was dating. Dana was pre-med and certainly knew how to have safe sex. But I kept my mouth closed and tried to show my support.
The next day, while Emily chased down Black Friday deals to bulk up on baby supplies, Dana waddled into my office. We had always been friends with one another but had never been close. I started dating Emily when Dana was in high school and mostly grown. We didn't have a father-daughter type relationship. In fact, I thought this might be one of the only times she ever came to talk to me when her mother wasn't around.
"I'm sure you guessed - you're the father," Dana said.
"What. That is not possible. We never... I've never slept with you," I said, as I flashed to anger from such a crazy accusation. "In fact, not only have I never touched you, I never, ever, ever have said anything off-color to you. I never wanted to be that creepy stepdad,"
"What are you talking about? You fucked me. You took my virginity. You devoured my flower that night in the bathroom. I had just gotten home from a late shift at the hospital, took a shower in the dark - so I wouldn't wake you - then you burst in, kissed me, fingered me and fucked me. I was shocked - but God did it feel good," she admitted coyly.
I felt like I had been hit by a ton of bricks. The room started to spin. I remembered back to that night. So many things were off but I had assumed it was from trying a different position. Now everything flooded back to me.
The kiss, and her taste were different. The woman I slept with had smaller breasts than Emily. Her waist a little trimmer. The way she felt when I slid inside of her was unfamiliar. It was Dana's hymen I felt holding me back. It was her maidenhead I had torn through to reach her depths. I was shocked at the realization that it was Dana's young womb I filled. I remembered back KNOWING as I filled her I was putting a baby in her womb. It was inexplicable - but I knew. Only now did I realize whose body I was impregnating.
I passed out and collapsed to the ground. Dana rushed to help me. She held me as I tried to find my bearing. I could feel in her body the same embrace I experienced that night. She was five months pregnant, but I could feel now that it was her body that had brought me so much pleasure.
"I didn't know it was you. I thought you were your mom," I said.
"I know," She said. "I took Plan B the next day - but it didn't matter. You changed everything for me. You did this to my body. I'm going to be a 20-year-old single mom because of you."
We sat there together in silence for a long time. My mind raced. I wanted to undo everything, but reality hit me hard. I was more committed than ever to supporting Dana. I would not abandon my child.
Finally, I looked up at her. She was still holding me. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I never wanted to hurt you, to do this to you," I said.
"I know. I knew that night that you thought I was my mom. You fucked me thinking I was my mom. I let you fuck me. I let you think I was her because you were intoxicating. Now my life is ruined," she said as she started to cry. I turned and wrapped my arms around her holding and comforting her until the tears ceased.
"Your life's not ruined, honey. I am here and will be a loving father to our child. You have everything I own to support you. You can still accomplish anything," I said.
"Really?"
"Of course," I said before asking, "Why didn't you stop me that night?"
"I tried. I tried to say something but you wouldn't listen. But, also, I had never had sex, I had never felt anything like that before. I was a little curious. Once I started to experience the pleasure you offered I couldn't stop. I couldn't stop you. I'm so sorry. I didn't want to cause you and mom problems. I tried to keep it a secret. Then I missed my period. Then the next one and another. I was dumb. I just ignored everything my body was screaming at me. But at some point, you can't stop ignoring your tits getting big and tender. You really can't ignore your belly starting to bulge. By the time I was ready to face the music it was too late for an abortion. I don't know if I would have wanted one anyway."
Dana and I watched football together all afternoon and waited for Emily to come home. I came clean to Emily the moment she walked through the door. Dana stood up for me. It was very tense for weeks. I moved into a cheap hotel. We spent Christmas and New Year apart. I even hired a divorce lawyer because I didn't think Emily would forgive me. But time heals all wounds and she gave me a second chance.
My babies were born within a day of each other. Probably because I knocked up mother and daughter within hours of each other. It has been a wild ride. I am a dad to three seven-year-olds, two girls and a boy. Our family is odd for sure - but we are making it work. Dana finished med school and starts her residency next summer with plans of becoming - what else - an OBGYN. She has a boyfriend and has really made a life for herself.
Emily and I have one of the strongest relationships I know. We are still having sex almost every day - and it is far from clinical. In fact, I am beginning to suspect she will be having another baby soon. Her body is changing and a bump is clearly growing. She says it is impossible, that she is too old. But our little doctor Dana said women her age have oops babies somewhat often. Sooner or later Emily will have to face facts and go see her doctor. My wild ride never seems to end.