Pregnancy Risk Edging Game [m/f]

This is a game I played once with a FWB I was seeing for a while several years ago. With most FWB situations, it’s wham bam and you leave. At most you spend the night and get out first thing in the morning or something. But we became good friends over this time. We had a ton in common. We just weren’t in the position or desire of a relationship.

It was one of the most intense sexual times of my life and I’d kill to attempt to repeat it one day with the right person. Who knows..maybe her?

The woman I was messing with and I had come out to each other in having this fetish and we both pretty much admitted that it wasn’t merely a desire to get pregnant that turned us on. While I found the natural changes a woman’s body made to be beautiful, the crux of it all was a lifetime of anxiety in attempts to avoid pregnancy.

All the condoms, the birth controls, the scares at missed periods, the broken condoms, the depo shot wearing off, the times she had to get the morning after pill..and specifically for me – the trip i’ve made accompanying an ex to the clinic. All my life, worrying and stressing that this could be life changing, not just for me and my partner – but for someone else.

We agreed, that we’d play this game, and we agreed that we’d deal with the “what ifs” if it ever came to be. We both made good money, and frankly, got a long better than most FWB’s do. But neither of us, at the time, wanted more than dirty fun. But if push came to shove, we both knew we were able to handle the results. I think..if it would happen, we’d be on similar pages with where to go from there.

The game was based on her cycle which we mapped out on a calendar. A normal 28 day cycle where the fertile period started 9 days in. From days 9 to 13, we assumed pregnant risk was roughly 5..maybe 10%.

On Day 14 is when the stars start to align that makes pregnancy far more likely during ovulation. But even then, on average, odds hover around 25%. From our reading, even under the best of conditions, chances of conception usually don’t exceed 25-30%.

Just to make sure she was correct about her cycle, we did the whole Basal body temperature ordeal to know when ovulation was occurring a month in advance. The game we were to play wasn’t mapped out then, but we were flirting with the idea.

The game was basically a big game of chicken. How far would we take it? How far would we look each other dead in the eye and not pull out?

We started at the tail end of her previous cycle. The rules were simple.

One of us (either) would initiate in a fashion or another. If we weren’t there in person and we wanted sex, we’d flirt over txt messages, send naughty pictures, tell each other we were thinking about each other, that sort of thing.. to entice the other into play.

We’d hookup. No condom. No B.C. Skin on skin, cumming deep inside.

There were four rules.

* The first – no birth control. No condoms. Period.

* The second, unless there was something legitimate – like a death in the family, a work emergency, a car accident, something like that – if we had the time, we couldn’t turn down being invited to the other’s place. We didn’t have to consent to sex, but you couldn’t turn away being in each other’s presence

* The third rule was one of good faith that we couldn’t really enforce unless we were to get heavy into chastity devices, but we weren’t allowed to masturbate. At all. Edge? Yes. We even encouraged edging. But we were not allowed to make ourselves cum. If one of us had to come, we had to visit the other. Cumming didn’t have to be done with sex. Fingering, toys, handjob, blowjob, even one of us rubbing the other OVER our clothes, anything was ok. It just had to be done by each other.

* The last rule, was though intercourse didn’t HAVE to take place, if at any point activities escalated to where a penis was in a vagina, that it could not be removed until completion of BOTH people having an orgasm. If I busted early, it didn’t matter. I had to smash her with it being increasingly limp while she rubbed herself off. The theory of it being that her orgasm would help drink up my own, deeper into her.

If a person, at any point, refused to meet because we thought we were incapable of saying “no”, OR if during sex one of us either pulled out or told the other to pull out – then that person lost the game.

The loser had to buy the other a pretty hefty gift. In my case it was a 60in LCD TV, in her case it was a Burberry (i think?) purse of relatively equal value. At the time, either of us would have been out of around $900 or so. So no matter what, there were consequences.

I don’t think, I can think straight enough while recounting the details to really give a full and complete narrative of how the next 3, and yes i said, 3 months went.

When times were the safest – we were scared at first, but easily grew comfortable with the low chances of conception. We’d invite each other over, take very little convincing, we’d make out, get each other hard/wet, fuck like bunnies, dirty talk about buns in the oven and knocking up, or how her body is going to change because of me cumming deep inside of her.

We’d fuck, break, fuck again, and lay there in our sex. Somewhat anxious, somewhat scared, but mostly ok with what we did.

As it became more dangerous, we fucked with each other harder. The teasing, flirting, mind games kept increasing. She’d wear skirts and low cut blouses almost every time we were around each other, the dirty pics and messages we went to each other increased exponentially. Our subjects of conversation, while already pretty sexual as it was, was increasingly so. She knew i had a thing for heels and were ensure he had “fuck me” heels on when we got together.

The first month, while she was ovulating, we never had sex. We’d tease each other all day until we were literally dizzy with desire. That a mere touch to her pussy or my cock would have been enough to throw us over the edge. We’d get together, and shit talk each other about the other being too scared to go through with it. I’d lick her, she’d suck me, our faces would be flush like teenagers on hour long make out sessions. Our hands visibly shaking. There were a number of times of sliding the head of my cock up and down her wet slit and even busting all over the outside of her pussy. But during ovulation that first month, we never crossed the line.

When we had sex again finally it was explosive, but a lot of the anxiety and tension had been let go. She was on her period (not my favorite thing to do, but i don’t mind) and it felt nice to be in her again.

The 2nd month was a repeat of the previous. That day 9-14 period, was a little more intense in our mind games with each other than the previous month,but we gave in more than the previous month as well.

We decided during ovulation, this time, that our inhibitions were simply too strong and we needed to be weaker people. We needed more to fight against. So we actually started going on one night a week or so, and teasing each other, while drinking. 6-7 drinks later, back at her place, and if things were intense before, they were getting right down raunchy this time. We’d crank some tunes and she’d give me some slutty lapdance getting increasingly naked in the process. Telling me to take off my own clothes. The first time we went out drinking we just ended up jerking each other off, daring the other to put it in as we had done a handful of times the first month.

The 2nd time, the alcohol had kicked in. And we crossed the line. We were doing our usual teasing. She’d gotten brave and bratty, and started to taunt me “you won’t do it, you’re too scared.. you’re not man enough to cum in this pussy”. I’d look at her and tell her she couldn’t handle the reality. That if i put it in she’d be asking me to take it out in a second. We’d flip so she was straddling me, no matter how much she told me she wanted me to cum inside her, for her breasts and belly to swell, no matter what kind of dirty little slut she was, she didn’t have the guts to sit on my cock. Our taunting and shit talking had turned into a physical power struggle, one of us flipping the other over, one pretending to be in power while the other mocked them and that person turning the tables back on the other to see if they were any braver. We’d lick rub/finger each other talking about how wet or hard we were, throbbing to get off. On top of her, she called me a coward and a pussy at one point, and i was like “oh yeah?” and i rammed it in her. Her eyes got all bug eyed, she knew that the only way out now was to pull out.

Our game continued… with me telling her “we’ll see who the pussy is, because if anyone is losing…it’s you. I’m not pulling out”. I’d gotten aggressive, telling her this is what you want anyways, you need me to cum in you, you need me to fill up your pussy with cum. I’d put my hand around her throat aggressively but lightly, telling her to tell me. It wasn’t long before she was cumming on me hard and when she came it was all i could take. I broke her loss of self indulgence while she was riding her orgasm and told her “i’m going to cum.. i’m going to make your little pussy pregnant.. look at me.. look at me in my eyes” and we stared into each other as I emptied my balls into her.

After this, not that night but throughout the remaining time of her ovulating, we didn’t see each other. We talked, but i think we were both scared. The game was still on though and at the tail end of her period, and we felt we were in the clear, we were back at it again.

The third month, I would consider our most brave. From the tail end of her period, we had sex frequently. Sometimes it was heavy, other times it was more chill. But it was too completion each time. During ovulation, she had a surprise for me. She had reserved for us a cabin in the mountains for a getaway…if i dared. And oh i dared. Everytime we figured he’d hit max velocity with this, one of us would find another way to up the game. She brought every toy with her – anal beads, vibs, her wand, dildo. The rule for the cabin was unless we were interacting with other people or going outside, we were allowed our underwear at most, or lingerie of some sort. She kept her stockings and garters on basically all weekend. We bought along a cooler of stuff for salads, cheeses, grapes, other fruits and 6 bottles of wine for 3.5 to 4 days depending how you looked at it and 3 nights.

There was something in the air about this trip. We had looked each other in the eye, called each other names, dared each other to cross this line and that. More times than I can count, I was literally dizzy and disoriented for being so turned on without releasing. More times than i could count, i rolled the dice and crossed the line. Our extremity was getting normalized in some ways, and something about all this felt very final. She had told me on the ride up that unless I say no, she plans to fuck me every chance she got. She was done saying no. Done playing around, done daring me or teasing me about my man card to rile me up, that while the wine was to enhance the R&R, it wasn’t a crutch to lower inhibitions. She knew what she was going to do all weekend, unless I was to say no.

After that was aired, the car ride was still pleasant, but it was silent for a while, while she allowed the reality of that to sink in. I broke the silence after a while and told her, I’m not saying no either.

We got up there, unpacked.. and we did what you think we did. All weekend. Everytime deep in her. She’d suck and stroke me hard and have me fuck her sloppy seconds and thirds even. We’d wake up in the middle of the night and i’d roll into her, humping another load into her and then falling asleep again. I’d wake up to me in her mouth, and then her climbing on top and riding til completion. The 2nd night we were there, I was fucking her doggy, smacking her ass and getting her to give me baby names of boys and girls.

We did it all. We got nasty. I’d jerk off over her pussy, and she’d finger herself with the cum. She’d blow me, drool the cum over my cock and then impale herself on it before it went totally limp. My dick by the 3rd day was chafed and sore from all we did. And even, with the skin rubbed raw, we managed some slower sessions on the couch there in the middle of the day and again in bed at night. All weekend she was reaching down during sex and massaging my balls, coaxing my cum out of me. She drained me completely such a ridiculous number of times. I think that weekend we had sex 25+ times, easily. I know by the end of the first day, i was cumming only drops. Sometimes I’d build back up a bit but nothing significant.

I was certain that what we were doing was ensuring the inevitable. There was no way out of what we were doing. If you ask me what was going through my head..i’d tell you nothing but cum. In many ways i wasn’t thinking. At all. In moments of clarity, I began sizing her up as not only a mother..but as a dating partner. I would have never done this if i didn’t think she’d be decent at either but i began to look more closely at that as a inevitable reality. I began thinking of explaining out-of-wedlock stuff to a sorta-conservative family. But before I’d wonder too deep into reflection we were generally taking each other for another “ride”.

There was something sad in the air on the way home. I felt it on the way up but it was heavier on the ride back. She held me hand often, the ride was mostly quiet. Breakfast at the country restaurant was nice but quick, quiet, friendly. Nothing felt off, but it was melancholy. When I dropped her off at her house, it felt like she was holding something back and i asked if what we did bothered her, to which she said, not one bit. The kiss goodbye that day was long and sweet but nothing was said.

When I got home there was a box on my screened in porch. A large box. And it dawned on me almost immediately what it was. It was the TV. Inside the box, on top, was a letter from her that was pages long. In it she had told me at opening that I had won the game. She had Plan B with her during the trip and was to take it, against her better judgement, twice over the weekend. Once on Saturday morning, and again Monday morning. She also declared she had fallen in love with me, and honestly the feeling was mutual for reasons far beyond what I’ve discussed her and wasn’t in a position in her life to deal with that. Without going too deeply into that angle, she knew what some of her professional and personal goals were in life and if at that point if we were both single and in the area she’d love to give us a go for real but as it stood, she couldn’t see me anymore. She admitted to the fun we had was some of the wildest in her life but she knew we were playing with fire and she knew, that even without the Plan B, the weekend was probably going to go, probably how it went. So it was a goodbye weekend to some incredibly hot times. It was one of the sweetest things anyone has ever put to writing to me, ever.

It probably couldn’t have been that hot, unless there was some of that emotion there. So maybe hoping to replicate what went on is a foolish endeavor that will only come up short in it’s pay off. We had chemistry and that really facilitated the enjoyment of everything else. But god, what a hot time, and while it might be “chasing the dragon” a bit, I’d kill to try it again with the right person.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4syuzh/pregnancy_risk_edging_game_mf