Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought of her a few times over the years, mid-coitus, or paused to look out the second story window at her sunbathing in her backyard. But what they’d just proposed?

It was clear it was her husband’s idea; he was the one defending it to my wife, and Marisa sat, knees together, looking down at her lap with embarrassment.

At that moment I thought it was absurd, never gonna happen.

Funny how things can turn out.

It took some convincing to get my wife on board. She was, after all, the mother of my two children. We’d been together for over ten years, and had no real hitches in our love life. But those qualities were what the neighbours were after.

I was a fit man, successful in my business, and clearly virile with my two kids. Hell, it took too much of our energy just trying to prevent more from happening. Now I was expected to turn back the clock.

The offer of money helped convince my wife, but more so was that powerful desire she had to let me call the shots. And getting paid five grand to knock up the beauty queen next door was not the kind of deal any normal man turns down. Once she’d calmed down, she gave her consent.

Fantasy is one thing though. Actually going through with it though? That was another.

The day came when I was to start, Oliver was gone on some excuse to be away from the house no doubt, and my own wife was away with the kids to a football game. That left me to waltz on over on that warm, sunny day to seal the deal.

It was all planned of course, hell, down to the details: I’d come fuck her three times a day. This was just the first planned, on a nice sunny morning.

I dressed nice, but not too nice. A white polo that hugged my own well-toned chest, and a pair of black jeans.

Her though?

Seems her task for the morning was more sunbathing in the backyard, so when she came to the door, she was glistening and oh so ravishing.

Her tight, white bikini clung to her tanned body, her sculpted abs and large breasts. I was certain they had to be implants on size alone, but it was so hard to tell with the talent of surgeons nowadays.

Her blonde hair was bleached, and her lips were bright pink as she smiled at me.

“Hey, Perry,” she said as she stepped aside, letting me into her home. It was almost exactly like mine except for the furniture and art that adorned the walls, erotic black and white images that were more sensual than anything else.

“How’re ya doing, Marisa?” I asked, trying to play it all as casual as I could, not make it any more awkward than need be. Though truth be told my dick was already swelling in my pants, not just at the prospect of fucking such a gorgeous woman as Marisa, but at being able to plant my seed in her.

Sure, I had kids and didn't want to raise anymore myself, but this was different. I’d knock Marisa up, and then what came after would be none of my responsibility.

Just $5,000, sitting in my bank, ready for me to blow it on whatever I wanted.

After I blew my load in her, of course.

She lowered her eyes to the ground to hide that smile, and she was so endearing when she blushed. She’d always traipsed around the neighbourhood, high and mighty, but here I was, rendering her to school girl status.

It felt good.

“Did you want anything?” she asked, and maybe she had the same thought as me. That it’d have been less awkward for our first time if it were later, if there were champagne and darkness to hide in.

Yet something in me relished this early morning tryst, and starting my day off by relieving what had already began as a rather stiff bit of early morning wood.

“Nah I’m good,” I said simply and reached out, placing my hand on her arm to rub it smoothly. It was the most casual way I could find to first touch her, initiate that bit of contact, and I left my hand on her, feeling that incredibly soft, smooth skin. I don’t know what she used, but whatever it was, it beat the hell out of my wife’s moisturizers, because she felt like heaven.

She shut the door behind them, clicking the lock shut. She clearly didn’t want to be disturbed.

Taking a step in, her head bobbed towards the stairs. “Our—” she stopped herself. “My bedroom is just up here.”

Of course I knew that. The master bedrooms in this subdivision were all in more or less the same place.

Her bare feet lightly compressed in the carpet as she turned away from me, beginning to lead up the stairs and giving me a fantastic view of the curves of her firm ass as she walked upwards.

I had no idea how it was going to go, but I hoped I’d eventually get a chance to grab hold of those cheeks from behind as I plowed into her. As I stared at those two perfectly round mounds, there was nothing I wanted more.