I snuggled next to Joe in bed. It was just too early and too cold to get up early on a Saturday morning. My husband was on extended travel and I preferred to spend the weekend in Atlanta with my boyfriend Joe. We had a nice Friday out at Moondog Growlers and opted to just crash after a long week. We enjoyed the body heat that morning, though after a day of no sex, his erection pressed against me. ‘**Good morning, beautiful**’, he said, awakening. His hands roamed my body, locking on my waist before slowly pulling up to cup my breasts.
We kissed and held each other and soon enough he rolled on top of me. His rugged handsomeness always turned me on, leaving me wet enough for him to slide inside me. ‘**I’m so glad you stayed the weekend, Sarah. I like having you here**.’ My husband Ben had just accepted a 2 year expat gig to East Asia, so I appreciated having steady male companionship. Joe and I had been dating almost a year and became defacto boyfriend/girlfriend status. I was his first serious girlfriend since he’d divorced two years prior.
‘**Why don’t you plan to spend more time here, since he’ll be away so much?’** I honestly didn’t have much keeping me in DC, beyond the house upkeep and the finances and a couple friends. I was flattered he asked. Joe thrust deeper inside me and leaned down to kiss me. We locked gazes, and I could tell he was distracted or holding something back.
‘**How strongly do you feel about being on birth control, Sarah**?’ I didn’t understand what he meant. I’ve been on the pill since I was 20, and while it gives me headaches, it also serves its purpose. Especially since Joe and I no longer use condoms, since he is a heavy cummer and since he claims to be crazy potent. I offered that a good birth control regime makes things easier, especially being involved in an extramarital relationship.
‘**You don’t have to be on birth control for my sake, Sarah. I’d be fine if you decided to stop, though it’s up to you**.’ His thrusting slowed to a deep, steady rhythm as we talked. Wasn’t he worried about pregnancy risk? ‘**But your husband is in Asia for a long while, right? So little chance of getting pregnant by him**’, he grinned. I got the picture, but played along anyway: and what about pregnancy risk between us? ‘**I think the world of you, Sarah. You’re beautiful and charming and smart. I feel close to you. And our closeness triggers all sorts of desires. I want you to feel the full force of my potency. I want you to accept my sperm. I’d be honored if your first child was mine and not Ben’s. I’m totally serious**.’
Listening to Joe was erotic and also flattering. He felt close enough to me to be so genuine about being open to me carrying his child. I have a great marriage, but my own husband doesn’t confess desires like these. I also thought about the sense of empowerment to choose one man for marriage and another for procreation. Mostly, I felt close to Joe and embracing the potential for impregnation with him felt right. It would be righter if Joe himself weren’t relocating to the West Coast in February. I knew that, and he knew it too.
We only have another month together, but I agreed to stop the pill for him and embrace his potency and pregnancy risk for the short while longer we had together. Even that small decision brought us closer together. My husband accepts my decisions and understand my reasons. But it just felt right, and that’s reason enough.
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