How I [F] Got Pregnant

People always told me horror stories about kids. They said that they ruined your lives. That you would never sleep again. You would never have money again. Or worse of all that you would never have sex again. Despite all this advice I still wanted kids. And so did Mark. We’d enjoyed 2 years of married life and we thought it was time to start trying. We were entering our 30s and I knew it would only get harder.

For some reason I thought getting pregnant would be easy. If you grew up in the 90s like me you were told all the time that unprotected sex meant babies. And Mark and I were having lots of sex and it was soon unprotected! Pregnant time! But no. For six months I wasn’t on the pill and for six months that little stick told me I wasn’t pregnant. I got concerned! What if there was something wrong with us? A doctor told me not to worry and that it could take time. He said he would only recommend fertility test if we tried for more than a year without results. Not very helpful. I needed to take matters into my own hands.

I mapped out my cycle. I knew exactly what days were my key days. And then it was a matter of cramming as much sex into those days as possible. Simple right? But not if those days were weekdays! Mark and I still had jobs. We could just fuck a lot in the evenings but I had read that multiple sex in a short amount of time increased your chances of a boy. I didn’t want a boy! I realize now this was probably bullshit science but I believed it at the time. So we needed to have lots of sex. While still working. While allowing enough time for Mark’s sperm count to recover. And this is how we did it.

*The Morning Deposit*

Mark was a morning person and he always got up before me and did some productive thing with his time while I continued to sleep. Now we did productive things. If it was a day marked in my calendar Mark would wake up to my terrible bedhead. My red hair all messy. Probably drooling on the pillow. My legs and arms sticking out all over the place. It must have put him in the mood! He would roll me onto my stomach. And then he would pull my shorts off my butt. I would normally sleep through this. If Mark was in a funny mood he would then spank me, making my butt jiggle. That would wake me up! If he was in a loving mood he would slide his fingers between my thighs and gently tease me until I got wet and would wake up letting out breathless little moans.

So my first activity of each morning would be me still half-asleep in bed, face in my pillow, moaning into it as my husband fucked me from behind. I didn’t worry about my undignified morning appearance knowing he was distracted by the sight of his cock fucking me and his hands squeezing and groping my butt. Sometime I would finger myself to orgasm as he took me. Sometimes I was happy to let him have his fun and to wait for my orgasm later in the day. But it always ended with a grunt and his seed filling me up. He would lay on top of me after he came, recovering before giving my butt another slap and walking off to have his shower, leaving me to fall into another sleep before my alarm went off and I had to get up.

*The Lunchtime Quickie*

Mark worked just about in walking distance of the gallery where I still worked. It took him 25 minutes to get there and 25 minutes to get back. It gave us 10 minutes for him to put a baby in me. More than enough time!

The problem was that most days the gallery only had two people there. The owner and me. The owner was a lovely woman in her sixties, a widow who consumed her life with art. I loved her. I think I probably could have asked her to have a 30 minute baby making break and she would have excitedly said yes. But I wasn’t brave enough to do that. I might be an exhibitionist but I have my limits! Now sometimes the owner was there at the lunchbreak and sometime she had long liquid lunchbreaks with a friend. These two different things required different approaches and I had to text Mark to tell him what one.

If the owner was in I’d text him to meet me at the back. This door led to our storage space. It was cramped and small and the owner never came in here. Perfect! Our job was so easy. I’d hike up my dress or skirt, or pull down my pants, bend over the small inventory desk and Mark would take me from behind. While our morning sex was slow and peaceful this was a real hard quickie fuck. I’m amazed the owner never came to investigate the slapping sound of Mark’s hips against my butt. I’d talk dirty to get the job done quicker. The things I said! Neither of us had ever thought about a breeding kink but here I was telling him to put a baby in me, to fill me with his seed, to make me his little knocked up slut. It did the trick. He always left to head back to work and I’d pull my padded and thick cotton panties up to control any of his seed leaking out.

If the owner was out it was more difficult. I was in charge of the shop front. If no one was in, Mark would come in by the front and we would retreat to the main desk where we had a small security system set up. We could see if anyone entered the shop. It was out of view from the front windows however. He would sit down on the chair. His cock poking out his pants. And I would sit on it, bouncing up and down. I would bounce my butt on his lap as my eyes furiously watched the cameras for someone to come in. Several times I had to quickly sit up and rearrange myself while Mark hid his cock as I went to help someone. But most of the time we got away with it and I would take another load and spend the afternoon dreaming of baby snuggles.

*The Evening Lovemaking*

The evenings were the easiest! We had no kids after all! All that spare time! So we would have dinner and then retreat to the bedroom to have proper sex. No quickies. No half asleep parties. Just good, sexy sex. Mark would always make sure that I orgasm at least once to make up for the rest of the day, either with his fingers on my clit or his mouth pressed against my wet folds teasing me. Then we would have normal sex. I don’t need to describe it all!

The only part to talk about is his orgasm. We never had a lot of missionary sex. I liked to be on top. And it must be clear to you now that Mark liked to fuck me from behind for my butt. But I had read that missionary was a good position for babymaking! So when the time we would change position and I would get on my back and spread my legs like a naughty minx. Mark got off on pushing my legs back trying to get them as close to behind my head as he could (I am not that flexible to actually do it!). And then he would push himself as deep as he would go and empty himself inside me. I would stay in that position for a good few minutes after as he washed himself off. I was taking every precaution!

And just three months later it happened. The positive sign on the stick. We were pregnant!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o1p7k4/how_i_f_got_pregnant