1 comments/ 128224 views/ 34 favorites Mrs. Williams Gets Pregnant By: emotions_secretes The door to the doctor's surgery clicked shut behind us. The news I had just been given, that I was infertile, shocked me to the core. After my wife Sam had been found to be positively fertile, the finger of blame had pointed in my direction and an appointment with our local doctor and a sample of my sperm (which Sam kindly helped me produce) confirmed that indeed, I was the culprit. We (that's me, Steve Williams and my wife Sam) were both desperate for a child. We had looked at all the options and talked them over at length. Artificial insemination was pondered over, as was adoption. But Sam and I wanted to feel more secure in what we were to bring up and that he or she came from a good background and would be of good character. Quite by chance, Sam heard of a couple who were friends of a client of hers (she works as a junior partner in a literary agency) who had been in exactly the same situation as us. They too had gone through all the options. They heard of a clinic which provided sperm donors. The principal involves conceiving with a stranger. A carefully selected donor, makes love to your wife and inseminates her with their semen. As a matter of course, all donors are thoroughly vetted. Only those who come with perfect credentials and references are put forward. Health aspects, blood tests etc are all extensively screened, checked and then double checked. If we decided to go for this, this procedure would also have to include my wife and myself. A searchable database with pictures, academic qualifications, upbringing, background, religious beliefs etc is provided to the prospective couple. Clients can browse at leisure details of the suitable donors and then select the one that they feel is most suited. For me, the hardest thing to accept was the thought of a total stranger, between Sam's legs. But in the end my wife won me over. She so wanted this. It was only sex after all, a one off. We had both had sexual relationships before the only difference now was that this was to be within the sanctuary of marriage. According to the comprehensive brochure provided by the agency, "There should be no foreplay, no kissing and minimal touching. There must be the minimum of contact to produce the desired effect." The brochure continued. "The partners should use the missionary position as this is best for conceiving, allowing fullest penetration of the woman by the man. The sperm then has the best chance of entering the uterus." The pamphlet went on, "It is advised that partial clothing should be worn during the act. Loose clothing should be worn in such a way to allow free and unencumbered access to each others sexual organs." The guide concluded," KY Gel or other suitable lubricant should be on hand in case it is needed to assist full penetration of the male member". For several days, Sam and I mulled over our laptops checking out the candidates put forward by the clinic. After much deliberation, we finally came up with our choice. Although we knew what he looked like, he could only be identified as number 041. He was white, 19 years old and a student studying at a major university. His appearance bordered on good looking to handsome. At just over 6 foot, we had all we needed to know apart from, to be honest, I would have liked to know the length of his penis, preferring one that was more or less akin to my own. No bigger and no smaller. With our choice agreed the payment was arranged. As my wife felt a little uneasy with being alone with a stranger, it was agreed that, although it was not normal practice, I was to be allowed in the same room during intercourse. Just to give my wife support if she felt she needed it. A date was set, when my wife would be at her most fertile and her body the most receptive to the fertile sperm. We could have used the clinic for the deed, but Sam felt she would be more at ease at a hotel. A room at the "Shangri La" hotel was duly booked (we also could have done "it" at home, but a hotel seemed better - think nosy neighbours). We were to meet number 041 or Mark, as we found out he was called and Margit who was one of the directors from the clinic, at the hotel for dinner prior to the engagement. This was to help both parties relax and loosen up. There would also be a last minute briefing. This was to be an hour or so before the exchange was to take place. We had a little less than three weeks to prepare ourselves, not that there was much to do. Sam wanted to ensure that number 041, Mark, would cum as soon as possible. I think she felt a bit guilty about having sex with another man and wanted it to appear more as a function, a need to become pregnant. Which, of course it was. By it being quick, I think she felt that it would not appear so dirty. To hasten things, she wanted to master and finesse a technique she had used on me in the past when she wanted to make me cum fast. It involved manipulation of the muscles in her vagina to increase pressure on my penis, thereby increasing stimulation, thereby bringing me off sooner. Her trick definitely worked. We had a lot of fun as we took every opportunity to practice. With a stopwatch running, we got our lovemaking down from just under a minute to twenty seconds. From insertion to climax. The date finally arrived and Sam and I arrived at the Shangri La hotel early in the afternoon. Sam is an outward going vivacious young woman. She exhibits a joie de vivre bouncy go getting personality. Everybody likes her, some I think, at times, a little too much. Especially some of her work colleagues, both male and female. On this rather unusual occasion, Sam appeared totally unfazed by the forthcoming event. Perhaps she was going to enjoy this rather more than I had hoped for. She did look fabulous in her pale green Chanel trouser suit outfit. Tall at a little over 5 feet 6, Sam accentuated her height with contrasting Prada high heel shoes which put me at just above eye level with her. Having already collected the key from reception, we went up to our hotel room. Before I got a chance to move, Sam pounced and swinging her arms around me, gave me a deep French kiss, something she had not done for a while. Her nipples were straining through her bra, her blouse and her jacket. She was already very, very aroused. Pushing the door open, she pulled me into the room, carrying on where she had left off with the kissing. Whispering in my ear, she said that she wanted to fuck me now, so that when she was with the stranger later, lying under his body with his penis thrusting in and out of her, she would think of me and this snatched moment. Tearing off each others clothing, the wonderful natural scent of her wonderfully aroused body electrified me. She again kissed me fully on the mouth. Sam jumped on the bed, onto her back, spreading her legs, wanting me. Her naked, shaved pussy looked so delicious and inviting. My tongue wantonly sought her labia and clitoris and she squealed with delight as I began to lick and eat her, teasing and pleasuring her as my tongue whipped her into a frenzy. As I continued pleasuring her with my tongue, she raised her hips slightly to allow me access to her anus. I gently toyed, tickled and probed her with my fingers, something I knew she loved. She was so wet. Her juices ebbed and flowed down her lush, soft inner thighs. Squirming under my face, she orgasmed so hard that it sent violent shivering, trembling motions through her whole body and she cried with pleasure. She slowly recovered and then begged me to fuck her and fuck her hard. It had been part of the agency protocol guidelines that there should be no intercourse prior to the insemination taking place. Sam would have none of this and threatened she would call the whole thing off if I did not screw her there and then. What could a man do? I had no choice. I must admit the thought of another man slipping into my wife through my freshly planted semen was a little, should I say, erotic. I entered her easily and our hot sweaty bodies entwined in our love making. It was like making love for the first time, with all the excitement and anticipation of the unknown. With her vagina offering no mercy to my pulsating penis, little more than a minute later I exploded deep inside her. I added so much more wetness to her already sopping vagina. The time for our dinner engagement arrived sooner than I had hoped for and apprehension and doubts about this stranger taking my wife were beginning to creep into my mind. I decided to keep these to myself as Sam still seemed so delightfully calm and collected. Me mentioning my concerns to her could have caused her unnecessary concern, possibly making her tense and it could possibly have been detrimental to the conception. So I decided to keep my thoughts to myself. Mark and Margit eventually arrived, albeit somewhat late. After apologies had been made, we all headed to the bar for a pre dinner drink. Mark was far better looking in person than in his photos. I could see other women occasionally taking sneaky glances at him. My wife too appeared very attentive and a little too flirty than I would have liked. Margit, a director from the clinic, originates from Bonn in Germany, where she qualified as a therapist in the field of insemination and conception. I guess she must have been about five years older than me, either late thirties or early forties. Sam had the edge on her as far as looks, but she was still a stunner. Her accent was sexy and strong and I needed to pay attention to what she said in order to follow her conversation. We finished our drinks and headed for the restaurant. More drinks were ordered whilst we waited for our meal and the chit chat became easier. Mark was studying law at Cambridge and was between girlfriends, devoting most of his time to studying. In need of extra cash, he had only recently enlisted with the clinic. Sam was to be his third insemination. The previous two had been a couple of months earlier and both had been a success. Dinner complete, Margit ordered some more drinks. As it was nearly time, she recapped on the sexual position to be adopted, the clothes to wear and if Mark had it in him, he was to inseminate my wife twice, just to be sure. We left for the room, leaving Margit in the bar to wait on her own. Once finished, she expected us to be down in an hour or so and then she would run Mark back to his lodgings. Upstairs, Sam fixed another drink for us all. I took mine and made myself scarce, positioning myself on a soft chair away from them. This afforded a good observation point. I don't know if Mark at this point had a full erection, but I certainly had a stonker. They began to remove some, but not all of their clothing as per the instructions. This left Sam in her bra and green Christian Dior blouse together with a pair of crotch less Ann Summers lilly coloured flower patterned panties (the slit in these still provided beautiful glimpses of her neatly shaved pussy together with adequate unencumbered access). Mark stripped down to his boxer shorts with a long sleeved round neck vest. My question about Mark's arousal was answered when I saw the powerful erection he had tenting from his stripy boxer shorts. Sam had made herself comfortable and lay on her back spread eagled ready for Mark. As Sam spread herself further, I just caught a glimpse of her increasing wetness as her body prepared itself for sex. I knew the KY would not be needed. Leaving his boxers on, Mark unbuttoned the fly and extracted himself. It was as I feared. My worse case scenario. He was very well endowed with a full cucumber sized penis which curved upwards, magnificently, perfectly shaped to please any woman. And the tip, the glans and the upper parts were smeared with a shiny gossamer like covering of pre cum as it oozed from him. Sam, I think unintentionally, ran her tongue around her lips when she saw the size of what was soon to be deep inside her. Mark slowly climbed on the bed. Delicately kneeling between her open legs, he then gently pushed first his left knee against Sam's bare inner right thigh then his right knee against her other thigh, splaying her legs even wider. Drawing himself into position, holding himself, Mark guided his cock through Sam's crotch less knickers towards its very wet target. Sam's arousal earlier had not abated and her nipples still stuck out prominently through her bra and blouse. They so badly wanted, needed attention, but in vain, as the instructions regarding minmal touching were strictly followed. He knuzzled his quivering penis against her groin, to touch her there for the first time, gently nudging my wife's pussy and clitoris, simultaneously smearing them with glistening pre cum as his flesh met her flesh. Feeling him directly on her womanly entrance, my wife pushed her hips upwards, enveloping the tip of his circumcised tool, sinking his bulbous throbbing tip into the outer part of her vagina. Without touching each other, Mark then gave another little shove and his huge shaft slid in further. Easing, gently, slowly, up her expanding vagina, his penis, with its size, drew her moist pussy inwards as her labia clung like elastic, tightly around him. He sank deeper and deeper into her. He was halfway inside, when Sam had to ask him to stop and push no further as he was beginning to hurt too much. Having driven himself as far as he was allowed to, Mark slowly pulled himself out almost to the tip of his cock, waited a few seconds and then gently pushed back in. Each time my wife's stretched vagina, still tightly clamped around him, dragged up and down his shaft as he drove in and out. My wife moaned and grimaced as this stranger continued to take her. On each penetration, his penis slowly worked its way in a little bit deeper. Just a fraction at a time, every thrust. Slowly Sam's body became more and more accustomed to his size and his cock was allowed to sink deeper into her sweat covered body. The pace quickened, the moaning intensified. It was so strange to witness, Sam with her hands clenched by her side and this stranger, someone we had not met until a couple of hours or so ago, driving himself in and out of my wife with all his might. Five minutes, then ten more. Sam orgasmed twice, Mark carried on unabated, thrusting away. How long could he keep this up? Why could she not bring him off in well under a minute as she had been able to do with me? After ten more seemingly merciless minutes, Mark slowed his pace to a more sedate thrusting. But, still he continued. Surely, I thought, he must come soon. A couple of minutes later, he stopped and pulled himself out, still though, rock hard and fully erect. His shiny large shaft was covered in my wife's body juices (and probably some of mine from earlier). Breathing heavily, he lay alongside a somewhat exhausted Sam whilst he rested. "You've not cum. Are you all right?" She exclaimed, sounding exasperated. Mark panted "Give me a few minutes. I just need a breather." As he got his breath back, he explained that as we were already aware, this was his third insemination task. Excited about his forthcoming job, he too had become very aroused earlier. He had made himself cum shortly before he left his lodgings. And, on the way, he had had to satisfy Margit! She had fucked him good and proper in the hotel car park in the back of her Audi 4x4. She had told him that if he screwed her, she would put a good word in for him at the clinic, promising more work. So much for not having sex prior to this. Mark went on to explain that although he found my wife extremely attractive and he badly wanted to keep his end of the bargain and successfully inseminate her, but he found the restrictions imposed by the clothing, coupled with not being able to touch one another were not helping his arousal. He asked if we would object if these conditions were lifted. Then he was certain he could complete his end of the bargain. Sam saw no problem, and I decided that as Mark had already fucked my wife (almost), I could see no reason to object to what he wanted. But I insisted there was to be no anal, as this was my territory. Otherwise, I had no issues, granting him permission to do what he wanted to her as long as he did what was required of him. With the new ground rules agreed, Sam stripped to fully expose her beautiful naked body. After twenty minutes of thrusting and several incredible, mind blowing orgasms, she looked like a rag doll. I could see light bruising to her inner thighs caused by the pounding she had received. Mark took off his remaining clothing to completely reveal his well endowed fully erect, still loaded tool and a pair of equally massive tight testicles. Sam now took charge. She ordered Mark to sit on a chair with his legs together. With his penis curving magnificently up, facing him she put her hands around the back of his neck and climbed on top, just like a lap dancer. With her legs now splayed each side of his, she positioned herself directly over his twitching cock. Reaching below, she drew his erection, again weeping pre cum and still pointing directly upwards in the direction of her groin, towards her wetter than wet pussy. Satisfied he was correctly positioned, she slowly glided him into her. As she sank slowly down absorbing his fullness, Sam was now able to take three quarters of his length, her body now more accustomed to his size. However, there were a good four inches left. Sam was still not big enough, yet. Their eyes locked, animal passion and instinct took over. There would be no going back or stopping them now. Sam delicately lifted herself, sliding his cock almost out, then lowered herself back down onto his rigid shaft. Up and down, in and out. I suspected that with the curved shape of Mark's penis and the fact that when I had seen him standing, his erect penis curved almost straight up, the glans or tip of his circumcised penis must be grinding away on my wife's g-spot. Mark's hands worked all over Sam's beautiful breasts, cupping them, squeezing and tweaking her erect nipples. Now shivering and quivering I could tell an enormous orgasm was building deep inside Sam. With a gasp and a cry, her orgasm noisily exploded, flooding over her. Sam's body writhed and convulsed as the electricity from this incredible climax ravaged and ripped through her body. But, still there was no issue from Mark. Now agitated, and beginning to show impatience, Sam instructed Mark to get back on the bed and to lie on his back. Again she straddled him, aiming his manhood at her sore vagina. His penis slid back in and he thrust his lower body up to meet hers. Dictating the pace, Sam slowly bobbed up and down taking the three quarters of his length that she could still only squeeze into her body. I knew all through this, that she must have been applying the vice like grip on this monster cock in an effort to get Mark to ejaculate his semen deep inside her. But I think because of Mark's considerable size, her trick was failing to work. Stretched to the full, Sam's vagina was unable to contract and do it's trick. Stimulating his arousal, Mark ran his hands all over Sam's body, tweaking her clitoris and lightly probing her anus with his fingers. Up and down, surely this must bring him to a head? I could not believe he was holding out sooo long. Sam orgasmed again, making it five times in all. Then, at last I saw the end in sight as I witnessed Mark's incredibly tight testicles somehow tighten even further and the downy hairs covering them begin to quiver. His cock swelled further and began to twitch and pulsate. Sam screamed as he again engorged further inside her already over stretched love canal. He was about to orgasm, at long last. There was a loud knock and Margit burst in through the unlocked door. Things were taking so long she had come up to make sure all was ok. Pushing past me in the narrow entrance to the hotel room, she brushed past my large protruding erection with the side of her body. Glaring at me, she saw Sam and Mark on the bed. Looking even angrier, she shouted at them, Mrs. Williams Gets Pregnant "No, no, no. You must use missionary position, with your legs up to the air and penis must be fully inserted." But, it was just too late. Mark, with his now completely unstoppable eruption rumbling deep in his large tighter than tight balls, totally exploded, flooding my wife's sopping body with his abundant fertile seed like a tsunami gushing in a torrent. As his ejaculation slowly ebbed, Sam was able to contract her vaginal muscles, gripping his still pulsating, but shrinking penis to greedily squeeze and milk Mark completely of all his seed. Sam wanted to ensure every one of the sperm made its way through the assault course of her cervix, to hit their target, her uterus. Seeing that it was too late, Margit barked her instructions, "Stay as you are Mrs Williams. Mark, do not get off her. Let the sperm flow and penetrate as deeply as possible." At this point the prolonged pumping and twitching of Mark's penis as his orgasm finally came to an end, pushed Sam once more over the top and she again orgasmed. With his load now fully planted deep inside my wife, under the watchful eyes of Margit, Sam was instructed to roll completely over from on top of Mark, to lie on her back, with his penis still inside her. "This way we ensure the sperm cannot leak when the penis is extracted." With some careful diligence from Sam and with Mark somehow still remaining fairly rigid inside the maneuver was completed and the couple were now in the correct position, Sam underneath Mark. "Now, Mrs Williams, put your legs in the air and Mark, take your penis out slowly". Sam still had her vagina muscles involuntarily clamped around Mark because of fatigue and he now found it difficult to extract himself. Slowly, painfully, his shining sore red penis with its purple glans slithered it's way back out into the light. Sperm still dribbled out from his meatus, his penis still slightly pulsating and twitching. Even in this position, lying on her back, semen seeped from Sam's vagina. "Hold your vagina lips closed to stop the leaking. Now raise your hips so I can put a pillow under you to get the uterus into the correct position. Mark, you must help to keep her legs up." Margit continued, "To ensure conception, you will have to make ze love once more, but under my inspection this time, to ensure you get it right. And, Mrs Williams, you must accommodate your body so you can take Mark completely inside your vagina. When he thrusts into you, I do not want to see anything left out." Eventually, after waiting a pensive twenty minutes to ensure the semen had been given the best opportunity to do their thing, Margit declared, "OK, Mrs Williams you no longer need to hold your labia closed." She went on "And Mark, you can let Mrs Williams legs free now". Sam was relieved and on being released she got up unsteadily to her feet and immediately wobbled off almost in a drunken fashion to the bathroom to clean herself up and prepare for the next onslaught on her beautiful, abused young body. I began to wander how on earth Mark was going to manage yet another climax. But, now although he was not fully erect, he was certainly not limp. Sam returned from the bathroom, looking considerably better. She smiled at me, her beautiful deep blue eyes telling me that she was fine and not to worry. Mark then took his turn for the bathroom and headed in to take a shower, to ready himself for more of my wife. Margit was still upset that her instructions had not been followed. "If you had done as I ordered, this would be all over and we now go home. The position you used reduces the chances of conceiving so much. You must take missionary position with your legs high up. If you can, next time Mrs Williams, put your legs over his shoulders. This position will increase the amount of sperm that enters your uterus, increasing the possibility of conceiving." Mark returned from the bathroom, seemingly refreshed, with his large manhood bobbing proudly before him, reasonably recovered and ready. Margit then interjected, "You two,(referring to Mark and Sam) take it easy and relax for a while. I will give demonstration of what you must do. Please pay your fullest attention. Mr Williams, you vill assist, yes? Ve make a little demonstration for them?" At this, she grabbed me, almost throwing me on to the bed. Margit, also still fully dressed, jumped on the bed beside me, lay on her back, spread eagling herself. Literally yanking me on top, she pushed and tugged to finally position me between her legs, ready for her demonstration. At that point I realised that under her knee high gorgeous Yves Saint Laurent dress she was wearing stockings and suspenders. And on first glimpse I thought she was pantiless, but I saw she wore a flimsy flesh coloured thong which was sopping with her juices. Christ, was she wet. My erection, which must have been very evident to Margit, was still firmly imprisoned in my underpants. She pushed me down so our groins touched and, I had no choice in the matter. I throbbed against her as she began moving, gyrating and grinding her lithe succulent body under mine as she continued the demonstration. She was having sex with me, but, with her clothes on! "Mr Williams, I am now going to place my legs on your shoulders. This will expose and fully open the woman's sexual organs, making the penetration deeper. The deeper the penis, the deeper the semen flows." My cock, which before this had already been so close to exploding, was now so confused and totally incapable of knowing what to do in the close quarters of the dungeon it was being held in. Just like the warning signs of smoke from a volcano before it erupts it's lava, I oozed and oozed pre-cum. My underpants were as wet as Margit's thong. My penis had made up it's own mind and it was not going to be pleasant. It now began rapidly waving a white flag in surrender. I was about to shed my load. Coupled with what Margit was saying, Sam and Mark's eyes on us and with the extensive stimulation I was experiencing from Margit's groin as her sex demonstration continued, the rubbing and thrusting on my captivated, restrained hardness, it suddenly became much too much and I was coming. Margit felt me twitch and pulsate. Her eyes opened wide as she realised I was climaxing in my underpants. And wow, what an orgasm. There was no way Margit could not have felt it through her crotch. Shaking her head in disbelief she said, "Thank you Mr Williams, I believe that will be all." I climbed from between her legs and straightened myself up as best as I could. On the way to the bathroom to clean myself up I looked over to Mark and saw that the display I had put on with Margit had aroused him. Sam also. Sam edged towards Mark to commence hopefully the final coupling. Although she had taken a shower, evidence of Mark's heavy ejaculation earlier and her own leaking body fluid were visible as they trickled down her leg, all the way down towards the sexy tatoo of wild flowers she has around her ankle. Both still completely naked, she reached out for Mark and kissed him passionately on the lips. He responded by accidentally brushing his oozing hard and very erect penis over her belly painting a snail like trail of pre-cum across her lower stomach, just above Sam's soon to be fucked again, shaved pussy. Mark retracted as he realised what he had done, almost in apology. Margit wanting to get things moving, interjected by instructing Sam to lie down on the bed, take up the spread eagle position to allow Mark access to her. I left them to it and went to the bathroom to clean up. I was in a total mess. I had no idea I could produce so much cum. Stripping my clothes off, I was just about to get into the shower when in breezed Margit. "Sorry," she said. "Do not mind me. Now the couple are making intercourse, I need to use toilet," she told me in her sexy German dialect. I was completely naked, but she calmly pulled off her, oh, so wet thong, sat on the loo and started to take a pee. Tentatively, in my shyness, I turned away for what can have only been a few seconds to run the shower to heat up the water before I got in. I sensed something wet and warm and it was tracing along my lower back to the top of the crack of my buttocks. I glanced round and found it was Margit tonguing me. Now herself completely stripped, she revealed an awesome body, something to die for, with perfect breasts, body and arse. "Your selfishness has teased me too much and now I must punish you for my arousal. It will be better for you if you do as I say, Mr Williams." She hissed. I was beginning to wonder what exactly her background was. She then went on, commanding me. "Turn around, lean forward, face and grasp the toilet. Say nothing and stand completely still." Anxious as to what she was going to do to me, she again ordered me to be quiet. I obeyed. I did as instructed and leaning forward, held on for dear life to the toilet pan. I heard what sounded like the tube of KY Gel being popped open. "Spread your legs a little." I felt her as she placed one of her hands on my backside and spread my buttocks to expose my anal area. Holding me apart with her fingers, with the other hand she applied copious amounts of lubricant, working it in circular motions, around over and just slightly inside of me. Satisfied, she then applied more lubricant, then continued toying and pleasuring my anus with the circular motions, but this time her finger sunk in deeper. Much deeper. She pushed first one, two then three fingers slowly but deeply into my rectum. I almost screamed with pain. But in a shocking way, as my stretched rectum grew accustomed to her long fingers, the pain subsided and I now began to enjoy the experience. My anus stretched further taking four of her fingers as they went in deeper. The delightfully wicked sensation of what she was doing to me pushed my arousal almost to the point of me climaxing. My body began to convulse and I felt myself bucking slightly back and forth, as if I was fucking an invisible woman. Pre-cum trickled from my penis. I started my ascent into orgasm. But, just before I had chance to cum, Margit sensed this and promptly stopped. "No, you must not cum. It is punishment. Her punishment had pushed my arousal to bursting point, but for now it would have to wait. Removing her fingers from my arse she lay down on her back on the heated bathroom tiles. Opening her legs wide, she ordered me to eat her. Her arousal was incredible, the aroma from her was unmistakably wanton sexy. I climbed between her luscious long legs. Pushing my tongue into her soaking vagina I gently nibbled her clitoris. I played with it, pulling and sucking, licking and blowing it. She went wild, ordering me to bite her harder and to push my tongue further inside. She reached an orgasm, but refused to let me stop. Twice more she orgasmed until pulling her fingers from my back, breathed heavily and said, "Please stop Mr Williams. That will do for the time being." She opened the door from the bathroom to take a quick look at my wife and Mark, who to be honest, I had completely forgotten about. Margit watched them for a while. "They appear to be doing nicely. I am pleased that Mrs Williams seems to have found a way to take all the cock to the full." she whispered. That meant Sam had managed to engulf his entire 12 inches. Would she ever be able to feel me again? Margit then continued, "I think they will be finished soon". Satisfied all was well, she closed the door again, to let them continue in privacy. Pleased with the progress, Margit now returned her attention on me, in particular my cock. She took me in her hand and with it yanked me towards the wash basin. She backed up against the basin and putting her hands behind her, hauled herself up to sit on the basin surround so her arse ended up perched on the front edge. Once comfortable, she spread her legs. Beckoning me to come closer I stood right in front of her, with my penis pointing like an arrow, directly at her widely spread, inviting vaginal lips. "Now, Mr Willams, I am going to finish what you started", she declared. Placing one hand firmly around my right hip, with her other hand, she carefully positioned me, precisely lining my cock up to just touch the entrance to her vagina. As if savouring the moment, she held me there, with our sexual organs just nuzzling, for a few seconds. My cock twitched against her. It dribbled pre cum. She hissed, "Do not to move." Still holding me rigidly with her other hand so I could not pull away easily, with her other hand, she manipulated my erect member very carefully over herself. She rubbed herself with me, working my pre cum over first her labia, then her swollen clitoris. Then, drawing me just a tiny, tiny fraction closer, she guided me between her lips and she began to pull me in. Again she stopped, with just the very first inch of my cock inside. Once Margit was satisfied I was now in a satisfactory position and my erection was held firmly in the entrance to her moist silken vagina, she withdrew her hand from my cock and placed it on my other hip. Holding me tightly, almost too tightly, she dug her fingernails into my flesh. I again pulsated and throbbed slightly with anticipation. Waiting, again savouring the moment, I pleasured her clitoris with one hand and her engorged nipples and succulent breasts with the other. Slowly, she then started pulling on my hips, drawing me, pulling me into her, inch by inch, licking her lips as she relished the sensations of my hands on her glowing body and me slithering my way up and into her wet deliciousness. My balls tingled as they kissed her arse, satisfied I was fully inside and I could go no further. Then wrapping her slender legs around my body, she effectively locked me in place. Like a venus fly trap. I was hers, to do with as she wished. She leant back as far as she could. Her head touched the mirror which hung behind her over the basin. This changed the angle of her vagina on my penis and my glans felt the roughness as it touched her g-spot. Holding this position for a while, she gently squeezed and contracted her vagina. I pulsed deep inside her. Then, sitting back up she started to push me powerfully backwards and forwards. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. Establishing a rhythm, she rode my cock, sliding it back and forth into her wanton channel. Then after a few minutes, with my hands still working her engorged breasts and swollen erect nipples and my penis still deeply embedded inside her, she abruptly stopped. She again leant backwards, the back of her head resting on the mirror behind her. Once she was comfortable, Margit started to expertly contract her vaginal muscles. Like Sam does, but in a far more stimulating and arousing manner. What she was doing gave me the incredible sensation that she was sucking, almost tugging my penis deeper into her vagina, then releasing me, as her muscles expertly worked their way up and down my shaft in an undulating ripple effect. It felt as though she had pulled me out of her vagina, had grasped my penis in her hand, and was tossing me off. She was wanking me, but with no outer visual movement. Seemingly, I was not the only one enjoying this. As my penis tip worked on her g-spot, it brought Margit to an incredibly powerful climax which lasted for at least a minute. Her body shivered and writhed as the orgasm built deep inside, before finally, it hit her. The sensations radiated from her body into mine. I was so, so very close to the brink of cumming. My testicles could swell nor tighten any further and my penis twitched and throbbed menacingly ready to ejaculate into this sexy syren. Seemingly sensing this, literally a split second before I came, abruptly and again unfairly for me, she stopped her incredibly sexy movements. After a few seconds, having felt my orgasm subside, she sat up and still with her legs firmly wrapped around me, returned to fucking me as she had earlier, sitting on the bathroom basin and me still standing in front embedded inside her. Her motion as she drove me in and out were far stronger and more intense this time, with more purpose. She managed to take me to the point where my penis was almost fully out of her with the tip at her lips, then she'd thrust me back inside, right to the hilt. The intensity of these actions and the friction exerted from my cock on her vagina and labia, made her cum again, not as powerfully as the one a few minutes before, but still awesome, certainly much stronger, more intense than those I experience with Sam. This returned me to the start of my own orgasm. Margit, again feeling me swell and on the brink of coming was to at last allow me to issue and whispered, "Come on Mr Williams, now it is your turn. Fill me with your seed. Pump your load deep into my cunt." This completely pushed me over the brink and with my balls tingling, I exploded into her, gushing and issuing harder than I had ever done before. As I continued to pump and spasm inside her ravaged body, we stayed locked together for several minutes, both too exhausted to move. As my orgasm ebbed away, I eased my soreness out of her sopping vagina. My penis, left a thin stream of cum, like a thin spider's web, attached between us, which as I moved away, stretched further and further, before finally, stretched too far, it broke away, recoiling onto Margit's shaved pussy. The shiny blue bathroom tiles were splattered with our joint body fluids as it dripped and leaked from from both of us. A quick look at Mark and Sam produced a smile on Margit's face. "Good they are finished." she announced. Taking a quick shower together, too exhausted to invade one another's bodies, the closeness and intimacy of one another still aroused me. Margit saw this and said, "For next time." On returning to the bedroom, we found Sam had her legs up in the air with Mark assisting her. With one hand he was helping to support her legs and with the other he held my wife's pussy lips shut, to hold in the semen ensuring none leaked out. Once finally finished, Sam and Mark took a shower and we all tidied ourselves up. Saying our goodbyes, Margit and Mark left. Sam, now once more dressed in her smart green trouser suit said, "I'm ravenous." I was not surprised after all the energy she must have used. Mind you, I was hungry too. We went down to the restaurant to find it had closed, but the manager, seeing that we looked a little distressed at the news of it being shut, took pity on us and kindly made us some sandwiches, with a little side dish of salad. With a bottle of cold Chardonnay to wash it down, we finished our midnight snack. Not feeling too tired, we took a walk outside. Sam, even after all she'd just been through, still looked incredible. It must have done her good. Finishing our short stroll, we went up to bed. Because the bed was stained in body fluids, we chose to sleep in the other also fairly large single bed. I prepared for sleep and yawned. Sam, getting undressed saw this and said, "I hope you're not too tired. I've got plans for you." With that my penis stirred and minutes later I was heading for my next (so was Sam and I don't know what number it was) orgasm. Sam did successfully conceive and we now have a wonderful one year old baby boy, Michael. Even at this age, we can see from his size that he clearly takes after his father. Our sex life never returned to how it was. The memories of the conception were still too vivid for both of us. A few weeks after Michael's first birthday, Sam put her arms around me and she said, "Thank you so much for this. I am sure most husbands would never have agreed to their wives conceiving in this way." Mrs. Williams Gets Pregnant She went on, " I've been thinking. How do you fancy trying for another?" My penis twitched at the thought. But that would have to be another story.