Muriel Corrupted
by SansSerif
I met my wife Muriel when we were seniors in high
school and she was an exchange student from Holland.
The biology teacher assigned seats alphabetically, so I
shared a table with her, but I would have tried to sit
next to her anyway. She was not gorgeous but she was
exceedingly cute, with a curly shoulder-length
dishwater blond hair, light blue eyes, and a smile that
revealed the dimples in her slightly chubby cheeks.
She didn't have a model's body, though she was pretty
tall at 5'10''. But she had nice curves in all the
right places, with a nice pinch-able ass and gorgeous
big breasts. All said, she had a nice figure and
attracted all the breast men in the school.
She had caught my eye before school even started on the
first day of the year. I was smitten right away and
hoped to have a class with her. You can imagine my
relief when we were lab partners in the last class of
the day. I didn't waste any time making my move. I was
shy back then, but had learned my lesson about
hesitating with girls.
Rough experience had taught me that you either waited
for a perfect chance to make your move that never came,
or if you did finally make your move the girl despised
you for your hesitation. We got along pretty well�she
thought I was funny and started treating me like a good
friend, asking me to do things like show her around
town. So before things got too friendly I invited
myself to her host parents' house one night to study.
We sat together on the couch sharing a book after her
hosts had gone to bed. It took me a while to work up my
nerve since I was still young enough to fear rejection,
but I finally leaned over with my heart pounding and
kissed Muriel's soft red lips. She kissed back and my
cock hardened as I frenched the cute little Dutch girl
I had jacked off to for the last three weeks. But my
paradise was short-lived. She broke our kiss and said
we had to stop. She didn't want to get involved with
someone in America only to leave in nine months.
She was attracted to me, she said, but she wanted to
protect herself. I was depressed that my effort was
wasted and what I wanted so badly had been snatched
from me just when it seemed to be mine. I still
remember gathering my books and leaving with my rock-
hard cock about to rip through the front of my jeans. I
am lucky to have a really thick penis that is almost
eight inched long, but that night it was a curse. It
was hard as only a teenager's cock can be and on
obvious display for the foreign girl who had just
rejected me.
I felt so bad I didn't sleep that night, but by dawn my
courage had returned. I vowed not to give up, and she
rewarded my perseverance a couple of weeks later when
she relented and we made out for the first time.
Needless to say, I had sex on my mind but my desires
were frustrated again. The Dutch have a reputation for
being sexually liberal, but Muriel was pretty prudish.
She had never even let her past boyfriend feel her up.
It took some doing, but eventually I was the first man
to play with her perfect breasts and suck her nipples.
Then she let me play with her butt through her clothes
when we made out, and soon after I could slip my hands
down the back of her pants and feel the silky skin of
that sweet untouched ass. Later she let me rub her
pussy through her jeans and the time came when I dared
to reach down the front of her pants. She didn't stop
me, so I ran my fingers through her bush and then found
her swollen clit. She may have been a prude but she was
curious as hell and I had gained her trust by moving
slowly and not pushing her to go until I was sure she
was ready.
She definitely enjoyed our sex play and soon relaxed
enough to learn to orgasm, but at first she wouldn't
let me finger her pussy. I was soon impatient with
this, so one time when we were laying on the couch in
my parents' basement and she was letting me finger her
clit but not her pussy, I broke our kiss and unfastened
my pants, pulled out my cock, took her hand, and looked
into her eyes as I wrapped it around my erection. Her
fingers touched my shaft and I was more than a little
surprised when she barely hesitated and started
stroking it awkwardly.
Muriel was unpracticed but willing, and the look and
feel of my prick knocked down some of the barriers that
were still between us. Her eyes and hands explored my
penis. It clearly fascinated her. It was the first she
had even seen and she was rubbing and playing with it
without hesitation. Thank God for trust. I'm not going
to lie and say that the mere sight of my cock persuaded
her to let me fuck her that night. But things were
going in the right direction.
As she gazed at and played with her new toy, I
unbuttoned her jeans and against my better judgment I
tugged them downwards. I once read that this is a great
moment of truth, since a girl has to lift her ass to
let someone pull her pants off. If she doesn't do this
within a couple of seconds you might as well give up
because you aren't getting any farther. I can't even
describe my relief when she lifted her ass for me to
pull her pants down�it almost made me sick, like the
pain in the pit of your stomach when you just avoid a
serious accident�so I wasn't too ambitious after that.
I only pulled them down far enough to expose her pussy
and ass. I couldn't help but look before I touched the
pussy I knew was now mine. It was only the second one I
had seen in real life but I had seen enough of my
uncle's Playboys to know I was looking at something
special. It was beautifully low-cut with the split
peeking out from between her thighs. And she barely had
enough fur to cover what she had; it was just enough to
let you see the dim outlines of the lips that were
plump enough to hide her clit, and you could see just
an enticingly small tuft of fur sticking out from
between her thighs until she spread them.
My mind reeled at the sexual possibilities this one
moment promised me. This cute little prude finally
trusted me enough to reveal her most private parts to
me. I was soon the first to touch this moist little
treasure and I slowly slipped my middle finger into the
tight little hole and found her g-spot. As she sighed
and relaxed I started working her clit with my thumb
and kissed her around her face and neck again. She
stopped rubbing my cock but she held it tight while she
focused on her own pleasure. Ten minutes later she came
for the first time from penetration as I worked her g-
spot and worried her clit. She told me after that it
was a more intense orgasm than she was used to, but she
was always shy about it.
She parted her lips and whimpered a little and barely
flexed her legs as she came, but this all the outward
sign of pleasure I ever got from her, even later. After
she recovered her hand started working my hard-on
again. I rolled over on my back and she rubbed and
watched my cock with the same fascination as before.
"It's so hard," she whispered without taking her eyes
off my prick. Her technique was crude but I was so
horny it didn't matter. That warm little hand held my
penis tight and she rubbed it, trying to make me come
too.
Her fascination with my penis was a real turn-on for
me. The size didn't arouse her because she had never
seen another man's dick, but she stared hungrily at my
rod�she didn't take her eyes off it. I loved watching
her watch it and my cock swelled even more as it jerked
and erupted in her hand. I was so worked up and ready
for this that I shot stream after stream of come all
over my naked chest�some even to my chin. She watched
it all and then cleaned it all up with a Kleenex as I
caught my breath.
It wasn't too long after this that I finally fucked
her. I won't describe it, because it was the usual
clumsy and bad sex that young inhibited couples have
the first time, but it led to more and better sex,
unfortunately always with a condom, but you take what
you can get. It was great, even with a rubber. Muriel
enjoyed sex and never spurned my advances, but she
never made the first move or lost her inhibitions about
using her body or voice to express her sexual
excitement, even after we were married.
By the time we were sleeping together, our senior year
was winding down. We both knew our time together was
short and it led to a lot of stress and fighting. We
almost broke up a time or two, and it finally led had a
really bad row and I was about to tell her to go to
hell, but I suggested we bite the bullet and get
married after graduation. She was stunned, but she
agreed. We both thought we were really awfully young to
marry, but we really loved each other and wanted to
give it a shot instead of just parting after
graduation.
We graduated and she went back to Holland to get a
green card. When she returned we eloped. We couldn't
afford to go to college at the same time, so I went
first and worked part-time while she worked full-time
to support us. Then, I got my degree and got a good job
and put her through school. It was eight years, in all,
but it went well. We still loved each other after the
trials of juggling college, marriage, and work and we
were grateful that we had successfully navigated these
waters since we had known things would be hard and the
odds against us. After Muriel graduated, she got a job
in marketing.
We talked about starting a family but she wanted to
wait a while and establish a career�after all, she
said, why go to college if you aren't going to use the
degree. It was the smart thing to do, and it was fine
with me. To be honest, I didn't really want *******�she
did. But I had always fantasized about fucking Muriel
without birth control. That had always been a turn-on
for me. Even before I had met Muriel I had fantasized
about bareback, unprotected fucking and not giving a
damn about consequences during the heat of passion.
My first girlfriend, Jen, had given me the chance to
fuck her without protection once, but I blew it. Jen
was already a wanton little slut at sixteen and once,
when my parents were away, we were hard at a
particularly hot night of fooling around. Our
relationship was intensely sexual and we were already
fucking like rabbits by this time, but I was out of
condoms so Jen sucked me off with her usual enthusiasm.
I came really hard in her mouth and after she swallowed
my load I went down on her to return the favor. It
wasn't long before she was squirming and moaning and
pushing my face into her wet cunt. She was panting and
nearing orgasm when she looked down at me and whined,
"I need you inside me!" My cock was hard again and
ready to fuck, but I was so afraid of getting someone
pregnant when I was only fifteen that I denied her my
cock. She begged but I was firm. Within a few days I
was sorry for it.
Jen and I were together until nine months before I met
Muriel, and she wasn't angry at me or anything, but she
had aroused an intense desire I had not known before:
the desire for unprotected sex. After that my fantasies
revolved around unprotected sex and impregnation, and,
whenever I masturbated, the fantasy was about
overcoming some good girl's inhibitions and ramming my
big cock into her fertile pussy until I filled her with
sperm and got her pregnant.
I never worked up the courage to ask Jen to fuck
without birth control after that, even though I wanted
it so badly. I'm sure she would have let me. But the
lust Jen had awakened in me became a love of fertility
and I think, now, that that explains my amazing
attraction to Muriel. I have said that she was cute but
not gorgeous, so my initial attraction to her should
not have been as intense as it was. But, she had big
round tits, a nice plump ass, and prominent hips, all
marks of fertility. I wanted to fill her unprotected
pussy with come and fertilize her as badly as I wished
I had Jen.
Even after I married Muriel, I never told her my
desires. She was a good girl, and I didn't want to seem
to be a pervert to her. Our sex life did not change
much through our married life, since it seemed sex in
the missionary position was about as far as she would
go. It was satisfying, alright, especially after she
went on birth control and we started fucking bareback.
I'm not saying our sex life was boring, but after the
first time we had sex, the only changes to our sex
routine were that she let me lick her pussy, though she
never would suck my cock, and she let me fuck her tits;
nothing really innovative.
I never even told her that I had a nice, big cock. If I
had, she would have asked how I knew it was big and I
would have had to tell her that my first girlfriend had
told me so and that other men's dicks I had seen were
much smaller than mine. I thought it was bad form to
tell her about my past sex life in any detail, even
though she knew that she was not my first, and I didn't
want to look like a cock-watcher, so I kept my mouth
shut and didn't tell her that her husband's eight-inch
long penis with six-inches of girth was at the top of
the bell curve of penis size. But I loved fucking that
shapely, fertile body and watching her big breasts
bounce as I pounded her willing pussy. And I always
fantasized about making her a mom.
She worked her new job for two years, and then decided
it was time to start a family. I agreed, but not
because I wanted to hear the pitter-patter of little
feet. I didn't really want ******* around but I could
hardly wait to get Muriel down and fuck her without
birth control. But she put a damper on things by saying
she wanted to wait another six weeks, until our tenth
anniversary. She said it would be even more special for
her to get pregnant on that night.
I never could resist my little Dutch girl, so I agreed
and resolved to wait to finally enact my ultimate
fantasy. She was using the Nuvaring by then and she
used it to time her period so that it would end two
weeks before our anniversary. We would abstain those
two weeks until that night so that we would be
especially hot for each other and she would be
ovulating. I think she was looking forward to
conceiving as badly as I was looking forward to
impregnating her, because our marriage seemed even more
exciting than before.
She smiled at me all the time and gave me longing gazes
that really got me going. In return, I tried to make
her feel special, drawing her bubble baths and bringing
her little presents. When her back was to me, my eyes
watched her luscious ass and traced the shape of her
hips. I couldn't help but walk up behind her and caress
her waist and hips, then reach around and feel the
heavy boobs that my sperm were waiting to fill with
milk.
Then came her period and our time of abstinence. I
don't know how I managed. We decided that I would work
the day of our anniversary while she took the day off
to prepare for the evening. It was fine with me. I knew
she wanted romance and was willing to plan things so
that she had all she wanted. All I wanted was to
penetrate Muriel's plump pussy lips and fill her womb
with sperm. It was fine if she arranged the romance
herself.
The morning of our anniversary, I woke at 5:00 having
barely slept at all. My cock was like blue steel all
night and it had been hard to keep my hands off it.
Muriel seemed sweeter than ever, lying next to me,
asleep, and I cuddled her until she woke. I rubbed her
back to help her wake up and she let me kiss her. But
when I open my mouth to find her tongue, she rolled
away and laughed, and told me to wait until evening. It
was hard for her, too, she said, but she promised to
make it worth the wait.
I said alright, then showered and kissed her goodbye.
She gave me a deep kiss before I left, then held me
tight and whispered in my ear, "I want you to give me a
baby tonight." Those words in her Dutch accent nearly
broke me; I wanted to throw her down and ravish her
right then but she looked into my eyes and I knew it
would be worth the wait. I just had to keep my mind on
my job.
When I got to work, I sat in the car until my erection
subsided. Then, I climbed out of my car, looked at the
building, and got back in. There was no way I could
work all day with Muriel waiting for unprotected sex at
home. I would buy some flowers then go home and fuck
her brains out. Hell, it would turn her on to know that
I couldn't wait for her sex. Before I went home, I
would get some roses, then park down the street and
sneak into the house. When I saw her, I would cover her
eyes from behind and say, "Guess who." Of course, she
would know it was me, but if things worked out, I'd be
inside her within the hour.
When I got home, I parked down the street and went
around the side of the house to the back. Muriel wasn't
in the kitchen, so I opened the sliding door ever so
slowly, and closed it as carefully behind myself. I
heard the vacuum cleaner running upstairs. Perfect. She
wasn't downstairs, and the noise would cover me while I
sneaked up the stairs. Flowers in hand, I went through
the dining room and started ascending the stairs when
the vacuum stopped.
Fuck! I turned around and hurried downstairs and turned
at the bottom into the dining room. The stairs are at
the center of the floor-plan of the house. They face
the front door, and at the bottom you can turn one way
into the living room or the other way into the dining
room. The kitchen is at the back of the house, and is
accessed from a short hall that goes under the stairs,
between the living and dining rooms.
You can walk a circle around the stairs, so I was safe.
She wouldn't see me as long as I kept my distance and
was silent until I had my chance to surprise her. Soon
she would sit down in the living room, or something,
and then I could put the moves on her.
Muriel came down the stairs about five minutes later
and went into the living room but walked on to the
kitchen. I waited at the base of the stairs and
listened to her put dishes away for ten minutes or so.
I was about to try to sneak back into the kitchen to
surprise her, I was so impatient, but to my relief she
finally came from the kitchen (as I scurried into the
dining room with my roses), sat on the couch, and
turned on the television. Thank god! She was wearing a
black cotton housedress that had always turned me on.
It wasn't intended to be sexy and it didn't show any
skin to speak of; just her arms below the short sleeves
and her legs below her knees. But it hung on her hips
and ass in a way that hinted at the soft curves beneath
without really revealing anything. It was just a
housedress that left a lot to the imagination, but it
had led to many spontaneous sexual encounters. It
conveniently buttoned between her neck and the waist,
and allowed me easy access to her titties.
I thought I would let her settle down and relax for a
couple of minutes before I started my approach. But
before I even had time to wait her cell phone rang. I
restrained a groan, and stepped farther back into the
dining room so she wouldn't see me if she turned
around. Lucky for me, her phone was on the end table,
next to the couch.
"Hello," she said. "Oh, hi... Oh, *******! I forgot to
bring them in to work yesterday... They're in my bag...
Do you really need them?...Today's my anniversary and I
need to clean and go to the grocery store... Well ask
Sean and call me back." She hung up. Sean was her boss,
so I guessed that someone had called about something
for work that they wanted that she had at home. I
figured I had better wait until the situation was
resolved before I went on with my plan.
The phone rang soon after, and Muriel answered right
away. "Yes?...I suppose if you need them that bad, you
can come and get them... No, I guess I have plenty of
time. It is only 10:00 and David won't be home until
5:30... No. I'm not bringing them in on my day off. If
you want them come over and get them. You know where we
live... See you at 10:15... Bye."
She hung up again and I resolved to wait another twenty
or thirty minutes until someone from her office could
come fetch something and get the hell out so I could
knock my pretty wife up. God, I hoped they were quick
about it and didn't want to chat. Muriel went into the
kitchen. I risked peeking around the corner, through
the kitchen door, and saw her making coffee.
by SansSerif
I met my wife Muriel when we were seniors in high
school and she was an exchange student from Holland.
The biology teacher assigned seats alphabetically, so I
shared a table with her, but I would have tried to sit
next to her anyway. She was not gorgeous but she was
exceedingly cute, with a curly shoulder-length
dishwater blond hair, light blue eyes, and a smile that
revealed the dimples in her slightly chubby cheeks.
She didn't have a model's body, though she was pretty
tall at 5'10''. But she had nice curves in all the
right places, with a nice pinch-able ass and gorgeous
big breasts. All said, she had a nice figure and
attracted all the breast men in the school.
She had caught my eye before school even started on the
first day of the year. I was smitten right away and
hoped to have a class with her. You can imagine my
relief when we were lab partners in the last class of
the day. I didn't waste any time making my move. I was
shy back then, but had learned my lesson about
hesitating with girls.
Rough experience had taught me that you either waited
for a perfect chance to make your move that never came,
or if you did finally make your move the girl despised
you for your hesitation. We got along pretty well�she
thought I was funny and started treating me like a good
friend, asking me to do things like show her around
town. So before things got too friendly I invited
myself to her host parents' house one night to study.
We sat together on the couch sharing a book after her
hosts had gone to bed. It took me a while to work up my
nerve since I was still young enough to fear rejection,
but I finally leaned over with my heart pounding and
kissed Muriel's soft red lips. She kissed back and my
cock hardened as I frenched the cute little Dutch girl
I had jacked off to for the last three weeks. But my
paradise was short-lived. She broke our kiss and said
we had to stop. She didn't want to get involved with
someone in America only to leave in nine months.
She was attracted to me, she said, but she wanted to
protect herself. I was depressed that my effort was
wasted and what I wanted so badly had been snatched
from me just when it seemed to be mine. I still
remember gathering my books and leaving with my rock-
hard cock about to rip through the front of my jeans. I
am lucky to have a really thick penis that is almost
eight inched long, but that night it was a curse. It
was hard as only a teenager's cock can be and on
obvious display for the foreign girl who had just
rejected me.
I felt so bad I didn't sleep that night, but by dawn my
courage had returned. I vowed not to give up, and she
rewarded my perseverance a couple of weeks later when
she relented and we made out for the first time.
Needless to say, I had sex on my mind but my desires
were frustrated again. The Dutch have a reputation for
being sexually liberal, but Muriel was pretty prudish.
She had never even let her past boyfriend feel her up.
It took some doing, but eventually I was the first man
to play with her perfect breasts and suck her nipples.
Then she let me play with her butt through her clothes
when we made out, and soon after I could slip my hands
down the back of her pants and feel the silky skin of
that sweet untouched ass. Later she let me rub her
pussy through her jeans and the time came when I dared
to reach down the front of her pants. She didn't stop
me, so I ran my fingers through her bush and then found
her swollen clit. She may have been a prude but she was
curious as hell and I had gained her trust by moving
slowly and not pushing her to go until I was sure she
was ready.
She definitely enjoyed our sex play and soon relaxed
enough to learn to orgasm, but at first she wouldn't
let me finger her pussy. I was soon impatient with
this, so one time when we were laying on the couch in
my parents' basement and she was letting me finger her
clit but not her pussy, I broke our kiss and unfastened
my pants, pulled out my cock, took her hand, and looked
into her eyes as I wrapped it around my erection. Her
fingers touched my shaft and I was more than a little
surprised when she barely hesitated and started
stroking it awkwardly.
Muriel was unpracticed but willing, and the look and
feel of my prick knocked down some of the barriers that
were still between us. Her eyes and hands explored my
penis. It clearly fascinated her. It was the first she
had even seen and she was rubbing and playing with it
without hesitation. Thank God for trust. I'm not going
to lie and say that the mere sight of my cock persuaded
her to let me fuck her that night. But things were
going in the right direction.
As she gazed at and played with her new toy, I
unbuttoned her jeans and against my better judgment I
tugged them downwards. I once read that this is a great
moment of truth, since a girl has to lift her ass to
let someone pull her pants off. If she doesn't do this
within a couple of seconds you might as well give up
because you aren't getting any farther. I can't even
describe my relief when she lifted her ass for me to
pull her pants down�it almost made me sick, like the
pain in the pit of your stomach when you just avoid a
serious accident�so I wasn't too ambitious after that.
I only pulled them down far enough to expose her pussy
and ass. I couldn't help but look before I touched the
pussy I knew was now mine. It was only the second one I
had seen in real life but I had seen enough of my
uncle's Playboys to know I was looking at something
special. It was beautifully low-cut with the split
peeking out from between her thighs. And she barely had
enough fur to cover what she had; it was just enough to
let you see the dim outlines of the lips that were
plump enough to hide her clit, and you could see just
an enticingly small tuft of fur sticking out from
between her thighs until she spread them.
My mind reeled at the sexual possibilities this one
moment promised me. This cute little prude finally
trusted me enough to reveal her most private parts to
me. I was soon the first to touch this moist little
treasure and I slowly slipped my middle finger into the
tight little hole and found her g-spot. As she sighed
and relaxed I started working her clit with my thumb
and kissed her around her face and neck again. She
stopped rubbing my cock but she held it tight while she
focused on her own pleasure. Ten minutes later she came
for the first time from penetration as I worked her g-
spot and worried her clit. She told me after that it
was a more intense orgasm than she was used to, but she
was always shy about it.
She parted her lips and whimpered a little and barely
flexed her legs as she came, but this all the outward
sign of pleasure I ever got from her, even later. After
she recovered her hand started working my hard-on
again. I rolled over on my back and she rubbed and
watched my cock with the same fascination as before.
"It's so hard," she whispered without taking her eyes
off my prick. Her technique was crude but I was so
horny it didn't matter. That warm little hand held my
penis tight and she rubbed it, trying to make me come
too.
Her fascination with my penis was a real turn-on for
me. The size didn't arouse her because she had never
seen another man's dick, but she stared hungrily at my
rod�she didn't take her eyes off it. I loved watching
her watch it and my cock swelled even more as it jerked
and erupted in her hand. I was so worked up and ready
for this that I shot stream after stream of come all
over my naked chest�some even to my chin. She watched
it all and then cleaned it all up with a Kleenex as I
caught my breath.
It wasn't too long after this that I finally fucked
her. I won't describe it, because it was the usual
clumsy and bad sex that young inhibited couples have
the first time, but it led to more and better sex,
unfortunately always with a condom, but you take what
you can get. It was great, even with a rubber. Muriel
enjoyed sex and never spurned my advances, but she
never made the first move or lost her inhibitions about
using her body or voice to express her sexual
excitement, even after we were married.
By the time we were sleeping together, our senior year
was winding down. We both knew our time together was
short and it led to a lot of stress and fighting. We
almost broke up a time or two, and it finally led had a
really bad row and I was about to tell her to go to
hell, but I suggested we bite the bullet and get
married after graduation. She was stunned, but she
agreed. We both thought we were really awfully young to
marry, but we really loved each other and wanted to
give it a shot instead of just parting after
graduation.
We graduated and she went back to Holland to get a
green card. When she returned we eloped. We couldn't
afford to go to college at the same time, so I went
first and worked part-time while she worked full-time
to support us. Then, I got my degree and got a good job
and put her through school. It was eight years, in all,
but it went well. We still loved each other after the
trials of juggling college, marriage, and work and we
were grateful that we had successfully navigated these
waters since we had known things would be hard and the
odds against us. After Muriel graduated, she got a job
in marketing.
We talked about starting a family but she wanted to
wait a while and establish a career�after all, she
said, why go to college if you aren't going to use the
degree. It was the smart thing to do, and it was fine
with me. To be honest, I didn't really want *******�she
did. But I had always fantasized about fucking Muriel
without birth control. That had always been a turn-on
for me. Even before I had met Muriel I had fantasized
about bareback, unprotected fucking and not giving a
damn about consequences during the heat of passion.
My first girlfriend, Jen, had given me the chance to
fuck her without protection once, but I blew it. Jen
was already a wanton little slut at sixteen and once,
when my parents were away, we were hard at a
particularly hot night of fooling around. Our
relationship was intensely sexual and we were already
fucking like rabbits by this time, but I was out of
condoms so Jen sucked me off with her usual enthusiasm.
I came really hard in her mouth and after she swallowed
my load I went down on her to return the favor. It
wasn't long before she was squirming and moaning and
pushing my face into her wet cunt. She was panting and
nearing orgasm when she looked down at me and whined,
"I need you inside me!" My cock was hard again and
ready to fuck, but I was so afraid of getting someone
pregnant when I was only fifteen that I denied her my
cock. She begged but I was firm. Within a few days I
was sorry for it.
Jen and I were together until nine months before I met
Muriel, and she wasn't angry at me or anything, but she
had aroused an intense desire I had not known before:
the desire for unprotected sex. After that my fantasies
revolved around unprotected sex and impregnation, and,
whenever I masturbated, the fantasy was about
overcoming some good girl's inhibitions and ramming my
big cock into her fertile pussy until I filled her with
sperm and got her pregnant.
I never worked up the courage to ask Jen to fuck
without birth control after that, even though I wanted
it so badly. I'm sure she would have let me. But the
lust Jen had awakened in me became a love of fertility
and I think, now, that that explains my amazing
attraction to Muriel. I have said that she was cute but
not gorgeous, so my initial attraction to her should
not have been as intense as it was. But, she had big
round tits, a nice plump ass, and prominent hips, all
marks of fertility. I wanted to fill her unprotected
pussy with come and fertilize her as badly as I wished
I had Jen.
Even after I married Muriel, I never told her my
desires. She was a good girl, and I didn't want to seem
to be a pervert to her. Our sex life did not change
much through our married life, since it seemed sex in
the missionary position was about as far as she would
go. It was satisfying, alright, especially after she
went on birth control and we started fucking bareback.
I'm not saying our sex life was boring, but after the
first time we had sex, the only changes to our sex
routine were that she let me lick her pussy, though she
never would suck my cock, and she let me fuck her tits;
nothing really innovative.
I never even told her that I had a nice, big cock. If I
had, she would have asked how I knew it was big and I
would have had to tell her that my first girlfriend had
told me so and that other men's dicks I had seen were
much smaller than mine. I thought it was bad form to
tell her about my past sex life in any detail, even
though she knew that she was not my first, and I didn't
want to look like a cock-watcher, so I kept my mouth
shut and didn't tell her that her husband's eight-inch
long penis with six-inches of girth was at the top of
the bell curve of penis size. But I loved fucking that
shapely, fertile body and watching her big breasts
bounce as I pounded her willing pussy. And I always
fantasized about making her a mom.
She worked her new job for two years, and then decided
it was time to start a family. I agreed, but not
because I wanted to hear the pitter-patter of little
feet. I didn't really want ******* around but I could
hardly wait to get Muriel down and fuck her without
birth control. But she put a damper on things by saying
she wanted to wait another six weeks, until our tenth
anniversary. She said it would be even more special for
her to get pregnant on that night.
I never could resist my little Dutch girl, so I agreed
and resolved to wait to finally enact my ultimate
fantasy. She was using the Nuvaring by then and she
used it to time her period so that it would end two
weeks before our anniversary. We would abstain those
two weeks until that night so that we would be
especially hot for each other and she would be
ovulating. I think she was looking forward to
conceiving as badly as I was looking forward to
impregnating her, because our marriage seemed even more
exciting than before.
She smiled at me all the time and gave me longing gazes
that really got me going. In return, I tried to make
her feel special, drawing her bubble baths and bringing
her little presents. When her back was to me, my eyes
watched her luscious ass and traced the shape of her
hips. I couldn't help but walk up behind her and caress
her waist and hips, then reach around and feel the
heavy boobs that my sperm were waiting to fill with
milk.
Then came her period and our time of abstinence. I
don't know how I managed. We decided that I would work
the day of our anniversary while she took the day off
to prepare for the evening. It was fine with me. I knew
she wanted romance and was willing to plan things so
that she had all she wanted. All I wanted was to
penetrate Muriel's plump pussy lips and fill her womb
with sperm. It was fine if she arranged the romance
herself.
The morning of our anniversary, I woke at 5:00 having
barely slept at all. My cock was like blue steel all
night and it had been hard to keep my hands off it.
Muriel seemed sweeter than ever, lying next to me,
asleep, and I cuddled her until she woke. I rubbed her
back to help her wake up and she let me kiss her. But
when I open my mouth to find her tongue, she rolled
away and laughed, and told me to wait until evening. It
was hard for her, too, she said, but she promised to
make it worth the wait.
I said alright, then showered and kissed her goodbye.
She gave me a deep kiss before I left, then held me
tight and whispered in my ear, "I want you to give me a
baby tonight." Those words in her Dutch accent nearly
broke me; I wanted to throw her down and ravish her
right then but she looked into my eyes and I knew it
would be worth the wait. I just had to keep my mind on
my job.
When I got to work, I sat in the car until my erection
subsided. Then, I climbed out of my car, looked at the
building, and got back in. There was no way I could
work all day with Muriel waiting for unprotected sex at
home. I would buy some flowers then go home and fuck
her brains out. Hell, it would turn her on to know that
I couldn't wait for her sex. Before I went home, I
would get some roses, then park down the street and
sneak into the house. When I saw her, I would cover her
eyes from behind and say, "Guess who." Of course, she
would know it was me, but if things worked out, I'd be
inside her within the hour.
When I got home, I parked down the street and went
around the side of the house to the back. Muriel wasn't
in the kitchen, so I opened the sliding door ever so
slowly, and closed it as carefully behind myself. I
heard the vacuum cleaner running upstairs. Perfect. She
wasn't downstairs, and the noise would cover me while I
sneaked up the stairs. Flowers in hand, I went through
the dining room and started ascending the stairs when
the vacuum stopped.
Fuck! I turned around and hurried downstairs and turned
at the bottom into the dining room. The stairs are at
the center of the floor-plan of the house. They face
the front door, and at the bottom you can turn one way
into the living room or the other way into the dining
room. The kitchen is at the back of the house, and is
accessed from a short hall that goes under the stairs,
between the living and dining rooms.
You can walk a circle around the stairs, so I was safe.
She wouldn't see me as long as I kept my distance and
was silent until I had my chance to surprise her. Soon
she would sit down in the living room, or something,
and then I could put the moves on her.
Muriel came down the stairs about five minutes later
and went into the living room but walked on to the
kitchen. I waited at the base of the stairs and
listened to her put dishes away for ten minutes or so.
I was about to try to sneak back into the kitchen to
surprise her, I was so impatient, but to my relief she
finally came from the kitchen (as I scurried into the
dining room with my roses), sat on the couch, and
turned on the television. Thank god! She was wearing a
black cotton housedress that had always turned me on.
It wasn't intended to be sexy and it didn't show any
skin to speak of; just her arms below the short sleeves
and her legs below her knees. But it hung on her hips
and ass in a way that hinted at the soft curves beneath
without really revealing anything. It was just a
housedress that left a lot to the imagination, but it
had led to many spontaneous sexual encounters. It
conveniently buttoned between her neck and the waist,
and allowed me easy access to her titties.
I thought I would let her settle down and relax for a
couple of minutes before I started my approach. But
before I even had time to wait her cell phone rang. I
restrained a groan, and stepped farther back into the
dining room so she wouldn't see me if she turned
around. Lucky for me, her phone was on the end table,
next to the couch.
"Hello," she said. "Oh, hi... Oh, *******! I forgot to
bring them in to work yesterday... They're in my bag...
Do you really need them?...Today's my anniversary and I
need to clean and go to the grocery store... Well ask
Sean and call me back." She hung up. Sean was her boss,
so I guessed that someone had called about something
for work that they wanted that she had at home. I
figured I had better wait until the situation was
resolved before I went on with my plan.
The phone rang soon after, and Muriel answered right
away. "Yes?...I suppose if you need them that bad, you
can come and get them... No, I guess I have plenty of
time. It is only 10:00 and David won't be home until
5:30... No. I'm not bringing them in on my day off. If
you want them come over and get them. You know where we
live... See you at 10:15... Bye."
She hung up again and I resolved to wait another twenty
or thirty minutes until someone from her office could
come fetch something and get the hell out so I could
knock my pretty wife up. God, I hoped they were quick
about it and didn't want to chat. Muriel went into the
kitchen. I risked peeking around the corner, through
the kitchen door, and saw her making coffee.
