I needed to get pregnant somehow

Adam was inexperienced and started to wildly do me, I had to slow him down and teach him that the race to ejaculation wasn't the be-all and end-all of sex. With my instruction, he calmed down and proceeded to tease and torture my body with the slow, easy technique I taught him.

It was exquisite. We made love for what seemed like hours, our urgent orgasms out of the way, we could enjoy each other at our leisure, and we certainly did that. The slow pace kept Adam from losing it too quickly, but as I felt the familiar stirrings of orgasm approaching I spurred him into a slightly faster pace. It wasn't that I needed him to speed up for me to come, that was now inevitable, but I wanted him to do the same.

We were panting and saying,

"Oh god yes, oh yes I'm coming," at the same time.

My first climax with my forty year old gardener had been a clitoral one, and now with the big, heavy penis, stretching, opening and filling me to the brink of ecstasy, I came again. This orgasm came from deep within my body, my whole vagina throbbing and convulsing on his shaft.

As I hugged him closer, screaming his name again and again, my gardener came in my vagina for the first time.

We stayed in that position for ages. Adam's penis, even though it had now softened and returned to its normal size, still felt wonderful inside me. Unfortunately we had to move sometime, and Adam pulled out of me. I quickly closed my legs and bent my knees, I wanted to keep as much of his ejaculation in me, where it belonged to make me pregnant. I slept like that.

We awoke early for work the next morning, as I had set the alarm deliberately early. I had foreseen the inevitable start to the day. My gardener came inside and took me with his rampant morning hard on. This time I let him have his own way, and did not interfere with his method. We had sex quite vigorously and he came in me. I didn't orgasm this time, as Adam came a little too quickly for me, yet I still left for work with the wonderful, warm, satisfied feeling that morning sex gives you.

I was useless at work and made so many mistakes, at one point I thought they would send me home. My head was elsewhere. I was dreaming of the baby that I would have. My husband was sterile, and I had his approval since our gardener was such a stud. Since my clockwork was so predictable, we both would wait to see if I was pregnant. If not, we'd try again.

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