Our solution to my husband's sterility pt 2

I couldn't resist asking if he was a virgin, and he admitted he was. I figured, no frills here, lets do it missionary the first time, don't make him feel inadequate. I didn't realize how excited I actually was until he entered me. I was really wet, no problem there, but I'd brought lube in my purse just in case. It was exhilerating being with another man after all these years, different touch, different scent, different kiss -- still I really missed Steve, even while this kid was plowing into me. He came quickly (big surprise) and even aplogized afterward for it. I told him he did fine, and then we talked for awhile. Before I gently booted him out I told him we could do it without the condom if he'd get tested for me. I'd show him my tests too. He jumped at the chance. I also told him this was temporary, that I was just having fun, and that I'd never leave my husband.

Over the next week and a half, I picked up three more guys in a similar manner. I had intended to go for guys who looked the most like Steve, but one blonde hunk (Steve and I both have natrual dark hair) approached me and started chatting me up, and I gave in. I held my ground regarding the condoms though until he and the others got tested.

Once I had their STD tests (and they had mine) I began monitoring my cycle closely. During my fertile time each month I went to live in my apartment during those few days, and sometimes went there when I probably wasn't fertile, just in case. I came to the campus area early everyday while I was there, trying to schedule all of my lovers at least one time during each day, and often I succeded. I felt like such a slut! One time I let the blonde hunk stay the night, but it felt weird cuddling and sleeping all night with a man who wasn't Steve, so I didn't do that again. Steve, far from being jealous, seemed to enjoy hearing about my experiences as much as I enjoyed having them. I tried to implicate my husband as much as possible so he'd feel a part of it in some way. I had him help me pick out clothes and dress me for my dates, and often I'd have him stay in town when he wasn't working so he could come to the apartment after one of my lovers left. I'd tell him what happened as he massaged my achy body and propped my butt up on pillows so the sperm would get to my egg faster. It might sound crazy, but it brought us closer together.

I taught my virgin how to really please a woman, and one of the others taught me a few things about the meaning of "size queen." This guy had a lot of girth and must have been eight inches. With no trouble I could have become addicted to him. The first time he entered me all the way, my vagina began to spasm -- I'd never had anyone that big before. I felt so full at first it almost hurt. It wasn't long before I started to enjoy it and whenever he came over, I'd get dripping wet and my labia would actually gape wide in anticipation. One time I secretly snapped a photo of it and sent it to Steve. He was amazed, and wanted to hear all about everything after my "big boy" left.

I intended to see my lovers for as long as it took, but I or rather they must have been doing something right, because after only two cycles I missed my period. Steve was with me when I took a home pregnancy test and we both cheered when we saw the positive result. Doctors confirmed it, and after a thankfully blissful pregnancy, I gave birth to a beautiful, healthy baby boy in July of 2015. I'm not certain, but I honestly think my virgin was the one. The baby looks a little like him, but I don't know for sure. Anyway, I feel extremely lucky. So many things could have gone wrong in so many ways. Steve is a wonderful, doting father, and I think I'm a pretty good mom. No one except the doctors even knows that Steve is sterile (I told him it was nothing to be ashamed of, but he didn't want anyone else to know), so everyone thinks we've had a regular, traditional, old fashioned pregnancy. Steve recently said, grinning, "Think it's about time for another baby?" I said, "No, I don't." I think one will be perfect, but I don't regret a thing.

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