10 comments/ 6803 views/ 2 favorites Who Are You? By: griart Just a snapshot of a family in turmoil. Comments and feedback are most welcome. ----- Daddy looked so frail with all the tubes sticking into him, as he lay on the hospital bed. He wasn't too badly hurt, but the doctor wanted him to stay overnight in the hospital, just to be safe. Daddy did mention it was a little difficult to breathe, but I suppose cracked ribs would do that to you. His left eye was almost swollen shut, and I could only guess as to what the bruises looked like underneath his hospital gown. Mom was outside somewhere in the hallway; I thought that she might be talking to the doctor, but I could be wrong. For all I know, she was probably on the phone with her gossip mates, or feeding coins in the vending machine, or talking to her lover. She didn't say much about how or why Daddy wound up in the hospital, or why he was beaten up so badly, but I'm sure she'll tell me sooner or later. Not that I care to hear any more of her lies, but I do enjoy hearing her spin her stories as she continued to play the victim of this current tragedy; it was just so entertaining. "Stephanie?" his voice was so weak as he called my name. "I'm right here, Daddy. Do you need me to call the nurse or the doctor?" "No, don't. I just... wanted to make sure... you're okay," I couldn't help but smile as he asked me that. "I'm okay, Daddy. Don't worry about me, I'm a strong girl, remember? Right now, you concentrate on getting your rest and getting better." "I will... sweetheart. By the way... did you get...?" I didn't have to wait to hear the whole question before I answered him. "Of course I got in, Daddy. You really helped me out on those college applications," I said, smiling broadly as I squeezed his hand. "That's my girl," he whispered, smiling at me just as widely. "I'm always your girl, Daddy," I whispered back. His good eye closed, a small smile playing on his lips. "Daddy?" He slowly sat up, and looked at me through half-opened eyes. "Yes, sweetheart?" "What happened? How did you end up here? I could ask Mom, but if I wanted to hear some made-up cock-and-bull story, I'd watch C-SPAN on TV." I could sense that he was about to answer me, but then his eyes looked up and behind me, and when I turned around I saw Mom and her lover standing in the doorway. Her lover. The man that cuckolded Daddy. I had to hand it to Mom; she could really pick a winner. For a middle-aged man, he was ruggedly handsome, his brown hair touched with grey at the temples. Broad-shouldered, he looked to be about just shy of 6' tall. And judging by the cut of his suit and the quality of his leather shoes, he could be just this side of a millionaire. Then I saw that his eyes were blue. Just like mine. Mom and Daddy have brown eyes. "He happened. He put me here," I heard Daddy whisper. "You wouldn't be here if you were willing to listen to reason, Mike," Mom's lover said. Mom just stood beside him quietly, looking down at her shoes. And I could see him put his hand on her back, as if propping her to stand up. As if he felt that his hand deserved to be there. I could feel Daddy bristle; there was a sudden surge of cold electric energy that made me shudder, and I knew that Daddy wasn't comfortable with Mom bringing this man into his presence. The silence in the room was punctuated by the beeps of Daddy's heart monitor, a steady pulse beating a dull tattoo in the air. Mom finally broke the silence, and said, "Mike, it doesn't have to be like this. Stephen just wants to meet Stephanie..." Stephen. Mom's lover had a name. "NO!" Even laid up in bed, Daddy could still be stubborn. "Mike, please! There isn't an earthly reason why he shouldn't meet Stephanie! After all, he's her..." "I said... no! He doesn't deserve... to be in... her life! Where was he... when she was... growing up? Where was he... for the past... eighteen years? He's not here... to meet her! He's here to claim her! Just like he's... claimed you!" I whirled around and looked at Daddy, gripping his hand tighter. "Daddy, you have to calm down, please! Please! You need rest. Okay? Please. Please..." I tried to soothe him down. His heart rate was up, and Mom standing beside Stephen was getting him too worked up. "Daddy, it's alright," I whispered, stroking his forehead. "You lie still. Lie still. I'll get the nurse, and she'll give you a sedative." Daddy and I looked at each other, and I kissed his hand. I stood up and said, "Mom, I'll meet Stephen, but not here. Not in front of Daddy. Outside." I brushed past Mom and Stephen, between them, and waited by the elevators, just past the nurse's station. I looked up at the wall clock and saw that it was just past ten o'clock. One of the nurses at the desk nodded at me as I whispered, "Could you give my Daddy something, like a sedative? He's kind of agitated, and he needs his rest." I turned my attention back to Mom and Stephen. As they walked towards me, I saw Stephen resting his hand on Mom's shoulder. I crossed my own hands and looked him square in his blue eyes. In my blue eyes. "You wanted to meet me. You have ten minutes. Go." Mom balked at me and said, "Stephanie, there's no need to be rude! You should give him a chance to..." "I AM giving him a chance, Mom!" I interrupted her. "He beat Daddy up, he put him in the hospital; he wanted to meet me, and I'm giving him ten minutes. So, Mr. Stephen Sperm-Donor, here I am. Who are you? What do you want? Nine minutes, forty seconds left." "STEPHANIE!" "It's alright, Elaine. She's just nervous about meeting her real dad. Give us some time to warm up to each other, it's alright," he said with a smug smile on his handsome face. "You're not my dad. My dad is Michael Nichols, and you put him in the hospital," I said, still looking hard at him, into him, through him. I could hear the other nurses get up from their seats and walk a little farther away, still within earshot but far enough away to allow the illusion of privacy. "Stephanie, honey..." he started to say. "Don't 'honey' me, Mr. Sperm-Donor. Just because Mom spread her legs for you over and over again for the past eighteen years while still being married to Daddy doesn't give you the right to 'honey' me." Mom's eyes blazed with anger and embarrassment; if her cheeks were any redder, tomatoes would have to call themselves cucumbers. He took a small step towards me, and I took two steps back, bumping into the edge of the nurse's station. Some files fell to the ground, and papers scattered across the floor. And I kept looking this stranger in the eyes. He took a deep breath and tried again. "Stephanie, I can guess that this is no longer a shock to you, but I'm your biological father. I don't have any excuse as to why we haven't met each other before this time, but I do want us to at least get to know each other. I do want to be a part of your life, especially now that you'll be going off to college..." He kept going on and on about not wanting to come between me and "Michael and Elaine", since they were doing such a great job of raising me, not wanting to complicate my life or causing unnecessary stress. I had to stop him right there; he was pushing the seven-minute mark. "Is this the same speech you give to all your other illegitimate children, or just the ones whose fathers you cuckolded?" "STEPHANIE!" "Mom, I know what my name is! Or are you just repeating it so Mr. Sperm-Donor here can remember it?" Stephen seemed uncomfortable, as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "I'm not just a sperm donor, Stephanie. I truly do want to get to know you, my biological daughter..." I held up my hand and stopped him mid-sentence. Again. "Your ten minutes are almost up, and you look like you're about to run out of things to say. So let's just get to it. I only have two questions for you," I said, lowering my hand and softening my tone. "Okay," he answered, his lips pursed in a thin, unfriendly smile. Mom just stood fidgeting next to him, her hands tightly clasped. "Since you're my real father, I'm sure you know the answer to this: what's my favorite color?" "Stephanie, that's not fair! He wouldn't know the answer to that question!" Mom wailed, her eyes looking at her lover with pity and sadness. "Exactly my point, Mom. My real father would know my favorite color. And since Stephen here says he's my real father, it stands to logical reason he would know. So, Stephen, what's my favorite color?" His eyes blinked in uncertainty. His ten minutes were almost up. "I don't know," he answered quietly. "Time's up. And that leads me to my second question, and I think I already asked you this earlier: who are you?" I said, doing my best to hold on to my anger. There was no answer. There wasn't any need to answer; he got the point. "Excuse me. I have to go and see to Daddy," I said, walking past them, between them, again. Neither made an attempt to follow me. At the doorway, I turned and loudly said to them, "On the off-chance that you're the slightest bit interested, Mr. Sperm-Donor, my favorite color is blue." The nurses sat back down at their stations with smiles on their faces, as I turned and walked back towards Daddy. Who are You? Scene: It is early morning in the bedroom of a small but tastefully decorated apartment in Boston, Massachusetts. Diffused light is filtering in from a window with the drapes drawn. An attractive young woman who apparently has been asleep sits up in the bed. The sheet that was covering her falls, exposing beautiful, full, well-rounded, creamy breasts. She is obviously nude underneath the sheet. She is groggy and rubbing her eyes. "Oh! What... What's happening? Oh my God! Who are you?" She snatches the sheet up to cover her upper torso. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." "Who are you and what are you doing in my bedroom!" "I'm James Whitlock, I used to be a colonist here in Boston but now I am a ghost, and I was watching you sleep." "How did you get in here?" "Usually I'm invisible and before I emerge I can walk through walls and things. I can go anywhere I want. You can see me now because I've started to materialize a little bit. Once I get like this I'm just like you." "You're not like me, you're funny looking and I can barely see you. You've got on very weird looking clothing." "It's only strange to you, it looks quite normal to me. I died in 1741 and these are the clothes I was wearing then." "That was a long time ago, how did you die?" "I was making love to Martha Connolly, Nathan Connolly's wife." "He came home and caught you?" "Almost, but I grabbed my clothes and ran. I was racing away on my horse when it stumbled and threw me headlong into the icy river and I drowned." "Well, why don't you get some modern, up-to-date stuff so you don't go around scaring people?" "I can't. I've got to wear these togs so that when I become invisible they become unseen too. If I wore modern clothing it would just fall off when I became invisible and when I materialized again I would be nude. Besides, I don't go around scaring people." "Well you scared the shit out of me and you're almost invisible now, I can still see right through you. But wait, I can still see your hand coming towards me. Stop that! I think I felt your hand touch my boob." "Yeah, unfortunately all you can feel it is just a feather touch. But I can feel everything and I like it! Take your hands and the sheet away and let me kiss you on the breast." "Not on your life! Who the hell do you think you are?" "I'm the gentleman that's been watching you for the last few months and I know your name is Karen and that you like to be kissed on the breasts or 'boobs' as you call them." "I don't think you're a gentleman spying on me like that. What makes you think I like being kissed on the tits?" "I saw you and your ex-boyfriend doing things. I saw him kissing and sucking on your breasts and I saw you holding his head tight against you. I got so excited I almost had an orgasm and materialized right there." "Oh God, what else did you see?" "I saw everything! I watched the two of you fornicating. I even saw him kiss your vagina and I saw him put his penis in your mouth. I did materialize then but you were so busy you didn't see me." "I must be dreaming!" "No, you're not dreaming. I woke you up." "I was having a very erotic dream and this is just an extension of that." "You were having a very erotic dream because I was rubbing your vagina with my fingers. As you've noticed, you can only feel a feather touch from me so it must have been very pleasant to you. I know you seemed to be enjoying it and there was moisture seeping out of you. You were even moaning." "Oh God, this is very embarrassing. You were rubbing my pussy while I was asleep?" "Yes, you seemed to be enjoying it and you shouldn't be embarrassed, I've seen you do other things that were unheard of in my day but seem to be quite acceptable now." "Like what?" "Well, for instance, yesterday I saw you put that vibrating thing into yourself and push it back and forth until I believe you had an orgasm. It was so intense and exciting that I materialized again and went into the other room where I abused myself." "You mean you jacked off when you saw me masturbating?" "Yes, I think that's what you call it nowadays. I have a lot of trouble with today's vocabulary. I really wanted to put my penis in you then." "Does a ghost have a cock? Did you have a climax and shoot your ghostly jizzum all over my apartment?" "Of course I have a cock. I think when you say jizzum you mean semen. I had a wonderful climax but unfortunately, my 'jizzum' is just like me, invisible, although it does sparkle a little at times." "Well, I'm not comfortable discussing my sex life with a ghost, especially one who has told me that he was feeling my pussy while I was asleep. It made me very horny and you rubbing my boob doesn't help." "If by horny you mean sexually excited, I am too. My 'cock' as you call it, is very hard." "A ghost with a hard oh? I'd like to see that." "I'll show it to you, but remember nobody has seen it for over 270 years. I don't want you to be disappointed." "What difference does it make if I'm disappointed? Besides I've seen plenty of them, big ones, small ones and some no bigger than a weenie. Show it to me." "My trousers are different than the ones people wear today. I have to undo them at the waist and slide them down my legs. Unfortunately I'm not wearing any underclothes because I didn't have a chance to put them on when I ran from Nate Connolly. There, can you see alright?" "Wow, that's pretty good size and it would be a nice one if it wasn't so grey and flimsy looking. Can I touch it?" "Of course, I would like that, just remember that the more excited I get, the more I materialize." "It's very wispy, I really can't feel much. You must not be very excited." "Well I am excited and I'm getting even more so. What you are doing feels very good. Move your hand up and down. Oh, that's the way and I really like it. Please don't stop." "Look, I'm not going to jack you off no matter what or who you are." "Please, I'll do it to you! I'll even use my mouth like your boyfriend did; you really seem to like that." "I'm not sure I want a ghost to eat my pussy. Have you ever done it before?" "No, but I've seen lots of live people doing it since I've been a ghost." "For some reason you seem to have filled in a little bit. I know your cock feels more solid. Ah... what is your tongue like? Is it good and solid or is it flimsy too?" "Why don't you just lie back in the bed and let me show you." "I'm not sure about that... Oh, your dick is getting very hard and very solid. Hey, how did you get the sheet off me? I never saw you move." "I can do things like that. Now, you just stay there and keep holding my cock. Move around a little so I can touch, what did you call it, your pussy? There, how is that?" "Ooh, I thought your fingers would be cold. I can barely feel you touching me. It feels like you're caressing me with a feather. Strangely enough, it's quite pleasant. Do you want to try with your tongue?" "If I do, you'll have to let go of my cock and I don't want that." "I'll tell you what, climb up on the bed and get into the '69' position and then I can do you while you do me." "I don't understand." "Straddle my face and you can put your dick in my mouth and I'll give you a blow job while you eat my pussy." "I understand that. I've never eaten pussy so you'll have to tell me what to do." "I think it will come naturally once you start." "OK I'll try it the way you said. Oh! I like that with my penis in your mouth! It feels just like a very soft vagina. Can I move it in and out?" "MMMFP... No, I don't want you fucking my face. You just hold still and I will do all to work up here. You just pay attention to business down there. Oh, that's it. I can feel your tongue now. It's nice and warm and quite solid." "This is nice, I rather like the taste of it." "Quit talking and do it!" For the next few minutes there is no conversation, just some moaning, grunts, slurps and other unusual sounds. 15 minutes later. "Oh my God James, you are good. Are you sure Martha Connolly didn't teach you that or maybe you learned how to eat pussy in ghost school?" "No, I've never done that before but I really liked it. I really liked your, what did you call it a blowjob? Can I turn around and put my penis in you?" "I don't know; did you bring a condom?" "What's a condom?" "Oh, I forgot that you wouldn't know about that. It's a rubber sleeve you put over your cock to contain your semen and keep me from getting pregnant." "Ghost semen has no body to it at all. I don't even think you can feel it. Could you taste it in your mouth?" "Oh my god, did you cum in my mouth?" "I think so, open your mouth and let me see if you sparkle inside. Yeah, see, I told you that you couldn't taste it." "No, I couldn't taste it and I don't think there's anything in there any way. What's with you? You seem to be fading away." "I'm so relaxed that I have lost the ability to stay visible. Oh my goodness, I think I'm going to dematerialized." "Wait, don't go. What about your offer to fuck me?" "I don't think I can...." "Shit, where did he go? Come back you insubstantial bastard! You got me all horny and you're going to help me one way or the other. I can hear you whispering somewhere." She sits in the bed for quite a few minutes, seething. She finally gives up in disgust, gets out of the bed, goes into the bathroom and returns with a battery powered, penis shaped vibrator. She turns it on, inserts it into her vagina, lays back and closes her eyes. "MMM, I think that's going to do it." A faint, distant voice says, "Wait, I'm back, let me help you." "Is that you James? Where did you go?" "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I can't stay materialized unless I am motivated or excited about something. What you did to me was so relaxing I just faded away. Seeing you with that device has excited me again. Please let me replace it with my penis and put it in you. I'm sure it would be better than that buzzing thing." "Well, I do want to do it but how? I don't want to get on top of you, I'm afraid there's not enough of you to support me." "Why don't you get on your hands and knees and let me get behind you? That's the way Martha and I were doing it when Nat came home. She still had all of her clothes on, she just took her bloomers off and I threw the skirt of her dress up over her back." "You weren't going in her back door were you?" "No, I climbed up on the shed and went through her bedroom window." "That's not what I meant, I mean.... Never mind. How's this?" "That's wonderful! You have a delightful rear end. How does this feel?" "That's kind of wispy, I can barely feel you. Are you sure it's in?" "That is a terrible question to ask a gentleman! I know that it has been more than 270 years but I think I still remember how to do it!" "Okay, it's getting better now. I can feel you and... UGH!!! I think you hit bottom." "I hope I didn't hurt you." "No, not all, I just wasn't expecting that much from you. Keep doing what you're doing, it feels very good. I like it when you hold my hips like that." Again, there is a period of silence punctuated by a series of grunts, groans, sighs and a squeal now and then. Finally there is a prolonged moan and Karen says, "My god James, you sure did remember how to do it. I thought it was wonderful, how was it for you? James? James where are you? James! You God damn colonist bastard get your ass back here and hold me! I give you your first piece of ass in 270 years and you desert me? When I get hold of you, you're gonna wish Nat Connolly had caught you back in 1741!" 30 1-27-2013 Who Are You? Eleanor Martin sat naked on the toilet seat, waiting for the results from the ovulation test strip. This was the ninth day in a row she had used the kit, and so far she hadn't tested positive. The thirty nine year old housewife was beginning to grow frustrated. She and her Husband Robert had been trying to have a baby for over fifteen years without any success. They had tried everything from artificial insemination, to vitamin supplements to accentuate her fertility. Eleanor had begun to suspect that she had reached the age where she was too old to get pregnant. Six years earlier, they had gone to the doctor to find out why she wasn't getting pregnant. The doctor told them that Robert's sperm count was very low, but that it was still possible for him to impregnate Eleanor. Six years later, Eleanor was beginning to have doubts that they would ever have a child. Robert had all but given up, but Eleanor still clung to the hope that she might get pregnant. She checked her watch for the tenth time. Five minutes had passed. It was time to read the test strip. With trembling finger, Eleanor picked up the strip and looked at it. "Positive," she exclaimed. She jumped off the toilet and ran into the bedroom. Robert was sound asleep. Eleanor ran to his nightstand and opened the bottom drawer. She pulled out the leather restraints and began attaching them to her wrists and ankles. She ignored the ball gag lying in drawer, but decided to leave the drawer open incase Robert felt like gagging her. She really wasn't into bondage, but Robert enjoyed it, so every now and then she would let her Husband tie her to the bed. Eleanor wanted her forty five year old Husband to be good and horny this morning, so she decided to let him have a special treat. She finished tying the last restraint to her left ankle, and then pulled the covers off Robert's nude body. She then climbed up over her sleeping Husband. She began kissing him on the side of his neck. He groaned, and his eyes slowly opened. Gazing at his still lovely wife, he noticed the leather strap dangling off her left wrist. Robert gave her an impish grin. "I take it someone wants to have a little fun." "Darling, please tie me to the bed, and make love to me," she crooned. Wrapping his powerful arms around his wife's slender waist, he rolled her over onto the center of the mattress. "Who am I to disappoint a beautiful woman?" He took hold of the strap that was attached to her left wrist, and dragged her arm across the bed. He tied the strip of leather to the corner post, before moving on to her right arm. Eleanor waited with anticipation as Robert secured her wrists to the bedposts. She watched her Husband's cock begin to harden as he tied her down. Perhaps this time she would indeed get pregnant. Robert moved down the bed, and secured his wife's ankles to the bottom corner posts. Eleanor was completely helpless. She waited with baited breath for her Husband to fuck her. As Robert finished tying the final knot in the strap, the phone began to ring. "Don't answer it," Eleanor exclaimed in a panic. "Honey, I have to answer it. One of our biggest clients has been wavering on whether he wants to continue using our services. Mike said he'd call me if he got good news." "But it's Saturday." Eleanor gave her husband a seductive smile, and spoke to him using her sexiest tone. "Besides, I'm lying here tied down and helpless. You could do whatever you wanted to me, and there would be nothing I could do to resist you." Robert really wanted to ignore the phone. But he knew his advertising agency couldn't lose such an important client. He picked up the receiver. "Hello?" Eleanor began to pout. She waited as her Husband spoke to Mike. "I will be there in twenty minutes," Robert said as he took in the sight of his tied down wife. He hung up the phone. Eleanor shook her head in frustration. "You do realize I'm ovulating, right?" Robert hid his lack of conviction. He knew the chances of her getting pregnant were slim, but her desire did make for some very interesting sexual games. Eleanor was so desperate to get pregnant that she would agree to almost anything he wanted. "I know you're ovulating honey. But if we lose this account it will cost the company millions." Eleanor let out a long sigh. "I guess you'd better untie me then." As Robert gazed down at his wife, he got a naughty idea. "You know, I don't often get the chance to have my very own prisoner waiting to be taken." Eleanor stared at her husband in disbelief. "Tell me you're not planning to leave me tied to the bed while you're at the office." Robert gave Eleanor a devious smile. "I think I'll enjoy having you tied up and helpless while I'm in the office. It will give me an added incentive to get the job done quickly so that I can get back here and fill your fertile womb with my seed." "Robert! You might be gone for several hours." He leaned over and kissed his wife of eighteen years. "The knowledge that you are tied to the bed; and completely helpless will inspire me to hurry. Besides, you've already gone to the bathroom, so you should be fine until I return." Eleanor saw the gleam in her Husband's eyes. She wasn't sure she wanted to be tied down until he returned, but she did want to get pregnant. Eleanor hated the idea of being tied to the bed for several hours, but if it would excite her Husband, then perhaps she would conceive after all. Robert stood, and looked Eleanor over. His cock had grown rock hard. He doubted that his erection would go away any time soon. Eleanor gazed up at the man she loved. Her eyes took in the sight of his erect dick. She knew he would fuck her hard when he got back from dealing with the client. Robert started to get dressed when another idea entered his lust filled mind. He approached her dresser and opened the top drawer. Eleanor watched her Husband rummage through her drawer. She didn't know what he was up to, but she suspected it was no good. She got her answer when he turned around, holding one of her scarves. Robert folded the scarf, and then approached the bed. "You're going to gag me as well?" She was relieved that she wouldn't have to wear that uncomfortable ball gag for hours, but Eleanor wasn't too keen on being unable to speak. Robert gave her sly smile. "This isn't a gag. It's a blindfold." "Honey, I won't be able to see the clock on the nightstand." "That means you won't be able to know how long I've been gone. You'll lie here, naked and helpless, not knowing how long you've been tied to the bed. Will you lie here for one, two, perhaps three hours? Trust me Darling, that knowledge alone will increase my sperm count tenfold." Eleanor didn't believe that, but being desperate, she sighed before raising her head off the pillow. She would be unable to see, or move until Robert got back from the office. As Robert tied the scarf over her eyes, the lovely woman thought, 'the things I will do to have a baby.' Mike Parker sat on the front porch of his Parents' house, waiting for them to wake up. They usually slept in late on weekends, so Mike knew he had at least an hour to wait. Mike always came over on Saturdays so his Mom could wash his dirty clothes. The college freshman also looked forward to a hot Breakfast. Robert Martin came out of his house and climbed into his sedan. In his haste to get to work, he forgot to lock the front door. Mike watched his Parents' next door neighbor back out of his driveway and head down the street. His thoughts immediately turned to Mrs. Martin. Eleanor Martin is a beautiful woman with a figure that attracts the attention of every man in sight. She has flaming red hair that reaches her upper back, and a body that can stop traffic. Her legs are long and shapely. Mike had hidden in the shrubbery, and peeked into the downstairs bedroom on more than one occasion. He'd seen Mrs. Martin's nude body numerous times. Each time he had masturbated while watching her. Mike looked around to make sure no one was out. He then slipped around back, and stealthily approached the large bush that grew beneath the Martin's bedroom window. Getting into position, Mike peeked through the partially opened blinds. The sight before him caused the eighteen year old to suck in air. "Oh fuck." Eleanor waited impatiently for her Husband to return. The bound redhead was frustrated that her ovulation cycle had started and she wasn't full of her Husband's sperm. She wasn't sure how long she had been tied up, but she knew it couldn't be more than a half hour. The sound of the front door opening, and closing caused the blindfolded woman to lift her head. Eleanor couldn't understand how the meeting had ended so quickly. Had Robert talked the client into changing his mind this fast? A smile crossed her lovely features. "I guess the image of me tied to the bed was enough to inspire him to talk fast." The sound of the bedroom door being opened made Eleanor lay her head back on the pillow. She could hear quiet footsteps approaching the bed. It was as if Robert was tip toeing into the room. The steps stopped at the foot of the bed. Eleanor waited for her Husband to begin making love to her, but she heard no movement. She smiled inwardly suspecting that Robert's meeting had been cancelled. Robert was obviously in the mood for a little role playing. Deciding to play along, Eleanor lifted her head from the bed. "Oh please," she begged in pretended fear. "Whoever you are, don't hurt me. Please Sir, let me go." There was silence in the room. Eleanor couldn't understand why Robert didn't speak. He usually gloated over her when he tied her up. The sound of rustling clothes made Eleanor decide that perhaps her Husband was playing a new game. After all, he had never blindfolded her before. Perhaps he was playing the part of an intruder. Eleanor whimpered in pretended fear. "I'm helpless, and my Husband won't be back for several hours," she moaned. "You could do whatever you want to me, and there would be nothing I could do to stop you." She heard the distinct sound of a zipper being unzipped. Forcing back a smile, she continued the game. "What are you doing?" Her voice sounded both frightened and excited. "Did I just hear you unzip your pants? Are you removing your clothes? Are you planning to ravage me while I'm tied up and helpless?" The intruder moved up next to Eleanor's left leg. A hand gently, almost tentatively touched her left foot. Eleanor normally didn't care for role playing, but she felt her body responding to the game. "Oh, Sir, you mustn't ravage me. I'm ovulating. If you fill me with your seed, I'll become pregnant." The hand on her foot slid up her leg until it came to rest on her thigh. Eleanor moaned. "You mustn't fuck me. I'll become pregnant with your child. How can I face my Husband knowing that your baby is growing inside my womb?" Gentle fingers slowly caressed Eleanor's inner thigh. She trembled with desire. Her pussy juices began to trickle out. "Oh, I know I shouldn't feel this way, but your touch is so tender. Please Sir your caresses are weakening my resolve. I'm a happily married woman." The hand slid farther up her thigh, until it came to rest on her mound. Eleanor thrust her pussy against the hand. "You're touching my pussy? Please, you mustn't touch me there. My Husband would be displeased." A finger slid between her pussy lips. "No, you mustn't put your finger inside me." The finger slid into her wet pussy to the second knuckle. Eleanor thrust her hips upward causing the entire finger to slide into her. Eleanor groaned as lust overtook her. "Please, you're making me wet. You mustn't make me cum. I would feel so much shame. You're making me feel things I'm only supposed to feel from Robert." The invading finger began to move back and forth in Eleanor's sopping pussy. "Oh, you're finger fucking me. Please stop. You're going to make me cum." The intruder climbed onto the bed, and slid between Eleanor's spread thighs. Eleanor shook her head. She was glad that Robert had blindfolded her. She was enjoying the game immensely. "What are you going to do to me?" The finger slipped out of her pussy. A pair of hands rested on her spread thighs. A few moments later Eleanor felt the tip of a tongue touch the bottom of her pussy lips. Eleanor felt confusion begin to creep in. Robert never liked giving oral sex, and only did it occasionally because she loved it so much. The tongue invaded her vaginal lips, and began to move upward until it stroked her engorged clit. Eleanor's buttocks left the bed as the invading tongue lapped at her womanhood a second time. "Oh fuck," she squealed. Robert was obviously giving her what she wanted as a reward. The invading tongue lapped at Eleanor's sex repeatedly. She moaned, and whimpered as her sex was treated to oral pleasures. She couldn't believe that her husband was eating her out with this much enthusiasm. "You must stop," she whined, hoping he wouldn't. "I can't let another man make me cum." The tongue lapped at her, driving the tied up housewife crazy with lust. She tugged at the bonds that held her, and mewed. "Oh fuck, you're making me cum. Another man is making me cum. I'm so ashamed." Eleanor shrieked as her body reacted to the orgasm. She thrust her hips so high into the air that she nearly pushed the intruder's mouth off her mound. The intruder tightened his grip on Eleanor's thighs, and buried his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could. Eleanor began to gasp for air. Her body shook, and convulsed with each orgasmic wave. The intruder drank in her pussy juices as best he could. Her body continued to tremble as her orgasm began to subside. She lifted her head and stared into the blindfold. "You've ruined me. How can I face my Husband after you made me cum so hard?" The intruder rose up, and slid up Eleanor's body. He rested his buttocks across her chest, and placed the tip of his cock against her lips. Eleanor turned her head to one side. "No, I can't suck your cock. No cock has ever been in my mouth except my Husband's." A powerful right hand grasped her chin and turned her lips back to the penis. In pretended reluctance, Eleanor slowly opened her mouth. The hard cock slid between her lips, and was moved deep in her mouth until it came to rest against the entrance of her throat. A pair of balls came to rest against her chin. Eleanor's confusion returned. She had never taken Robert's cock so deep in her mouth before. It was as if his manhood was an inch longer than normal. Dismissing the thought as her over active imagination, Eleanor began to suck on the tool. The intruder began to withdraw his cock and then thrust it back into her mouth. Eleanor hoped he didn't cum in her mouth. She desperately wanted the sperm in her fertile womb. The intruder thrust his cock into her mouth repeatedly. Each time his dick would touch the entrance to her throat. In the back of her mind, Eleanor began to wonder if this really was her Husband. Could this role play have caused his penis to become so engorged with blood that his erection had lengthened? Not wanting him to cum in her mouth, Eleanor gently bit down. The intruder immediately withdrew his penis from her mouth. "There," she said in pretended anger. "You've fucked my mouth. Now please leave before my Husband returns." The intruder slid back down her body, and rested his hips between her spread thighs. "No," Eleanor exclaimed in pretended distress. "I told you I'm ovulating. If you fuck me you'll make me pregnant." The intruder grasped his shaft and began to rub it through her pussy lips. Eleanor began to tremble with need. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that this time she would be knocked up. "Please, don't fuck me. You'll make a baby inside me." The cock spread her labia wide, and began to slide into Eleanor's sopping wet pussy. He sank his dick into her until his balls came to rest against her buttocks, and his cockhead touched her cervix. Eleanor was once again surprised at how deep Robert's cock went into her vagina. It was at least an inch deeper than normal. The thickness felt right, but the depth was wrong. Robert had never been able to reach her cervix. Was this her Husband? Or was she being fucked by a stranger? Eleanor decided that her vagina must be shallower because she is ovulating. The intruder began to fuck Eleanor. He rammed his cock into her body again and again. Eleanor moaned as her body received the invading instrument of impregnation. Her cervix was repeatedly pounded with each thrust. She spread her bound legs as wide as she could. "I can't believe you're fucking me. You're going to make me pregnant. I'm going to have another man's child." The intruder thrust into her repeatedly. His cock began to swell as his need to cum began to build. "Please, you must pull out," Eleanor pleaded. "I'm ovulating." His cock swelled even more, opening Eleanor up more than she'd ever been spread before. The tied up housewife thrust against the invading cock. The knowledge that her ovulating body was about to receive Robert's sperm was all she needed. Her body convulsed as she began to cum for the second time. The cock inside her began to throb as the intruder came. He rammed his manhood into her and growled lustfully. Eleanor could feel the life giving sperm splash against her vaginal walls. She was being impregnated. A baby would soon form inside her. In nine months she would give birth to their child. She shrieked and bucked against the intruder. "You're knocking me up," she cried. "I'm being knocked up by a complete stranger." The phone rang. Eleanor didn't care who it was. She rode out her climax, as the intruder filled her ovulating pussy with rich baby making sperm. After four rings the answering machine kicked on. "Hi honey, it's me. The meeting is going to last longer than I thought. I probably won't be home until sometime after noon. I'm sorry I left you tied up. But I'll make it up to you when I get home. I'll call you when I leave the office." Eleanor couldn't believe it. The man fucking her wasn't Robert. Her body continued to convulse with orgasmic bliss as her mind spun with the realization that this wasn't role play. She was being inseminated by an intruder. "Who are you?" She asked in a hushed tone. The intruder leaned close to her ear and whispered. "I'm the man who made you cum twice." His voice sounded very familiar to the bound and blindfolded woman. "Do you know what you've done?" Eleanor shrieked. "I'm ovulating. I could end up pregnant." He grasped her chin and pressed his lips to hers. His softening cock twitched inside her sopping pussy. Eleanor felt his deflating penis begin to harden again. He broke the kiss and whispered into her ear. "It's nine thirty. That means we have lots of time to make love. And with your Husband calling to let you know he's on his way home, we won't have to worry about getting caught." "No," she cried. She could feel his cock expanding, once again stretching her pussy. She shivered as the tip once again pressed against her cervix. "Please, every time you cum in me it increases my chances of getting pregnant." "Isn't that what you want? Aren't you tied to this bed, waiting for your Husband to return because you want to get pregnant?" His voice sounded strangely familiar to Eleanor. She knew he was someone she'd spoken to before, but his whispered tone made it difficult to figure out who he was. Eleanor could tell by his voice that he was young, but she had no idea who he was. Who Are You? "Yes I want to get pregnant. But I want the baby to be my Husband's child." How many years have you been trying to have a baby?" Eleanor chewed her lower lip. It had been so many years of trying and failing. "We have been trying to have a baby for over fifteen years. Robert has a low sperm count, so it makes conception difficult." Eleanor didn't know why she was telling this to the man who had just molested her. "Then, maybe it's time you were filled with someone else's sperm. Several doses of sperm coming from a virile man might just be what you need. It wouldn't be hard for me to knock you up. Isn't that what you want?" Eleanor wanted a baby more than anything. And at thirty nine, her time was running out. She knew deep down that Robert would never be able to make her pregnant. "Tell me Mrs. Martin, do you want me to cum in you again? Do you want me to keep fucking you until you're pregnant?" Eleanor couldn't believe what she was about to say. She knew it was wrong, but desperate times called for desperate measures. She took a deep breath before saying, "Yes." "Yes what?" He asked. "Yes." Her voice cracked as she spoke. "I want you to keep fucking me until I'm pregnant." He slid his cock out until the head was almost out of her. He then rammed his cock back into her willing body. The tip of his manhood slammed into her cervix, causing her to squeal. Eleanor groaned as her unknown lover once again began to fuck her. Eleanor began to ask herself if she would ever know who was impregnating her. He rammed into her pussy with a renewed fire. He couldn't believe that this sexy woman was allowing him to fuck her. Eleanor Martin was allowing him to impregnate her. "Oh fuck," she cried in ecstasy. "Fuck me with that wonderful cock of yours. Fill me with your seed. Make me pregnant." He rammed into her again and again. Eleanor tugged against the bonds that held her to the bed. Her body wanted more. Most of all, she wanted more. She wanted the intruder's powerful cock to fill her fertile womb with rich baby making sperm. Eleanor didn't care who he was. She just wanted him to cum in her again and again until his unborn child grew inside her belly. They fucked like animals. Their bodies were grinding together. Sweat poured from them as they thrust against one another The intruder bit Eleanor's left nipple hard. She shrieked as his teeth sank into her tender flesh. Her hips thrust up against him, driving his cock deep into her throbbing twat. "Cum in me," she panted. "Knock my ass up. Put a baby in my belly." He continued to ram into her willing pussy. His balls felt like they were carrying of a gallon of cum. He was going to knock this sexy woman up. She was going to have his baby. He grabbed hold of the blindfold and yanked it off her head. Eleanor's eyes blurred for a moment before coming into focus. She stared up in shock at the young man who was making her pregnant. "Mike Parker?" "Yes, Mrs. Martin, I'm the one who is knocking you up." Eleanor couldn't believe that a young man she'd watched grow up was trying to impregnate her. Her mind spun in confusion as her body continued to throb with the need to cum. "Mike, you can't tell anyone about this. Robert would divorce me." "You secret is safe with me." He leaned over and kissed her, forcing his tongue between her lips. She moaned as his young tongue danced around inside her mouth. She could taste her pussy juices on his tongue. Their tongues danced together in Eleanor's mouth as Mike continued to pound his sexy neighbor out. Eleanor felt his cock thickening again. He was about to cum in her for a second time. Eleanor broke the kiss and cried out. "That's it baby, cum in me. Make me pregnant." He exploded once again in her fertile womb. His cock shot gobs of cum deep in her vaginal cavity. Eleanor screamed, not caring who heard, as her own orgasm ripped through her. She shook and pulled against the leather restraints. She was being fucked, and impregnated by a virile young man, who could repeatedly cum in her until her belly was full of his seed. They fucked all morning long. Mike came in his fertile neighbor four times that morning. Before leaving he untied Eleanor so she could clean herself up, and change the bedding. He then tied her back down, and put the blindfold back on. Thirty minutes later, Robert called to say he was on his way home. Robert didn't get home until after one that afternoon. He apologized for being so late. Eleanor asked her husband to fuck her. Her pussy was sore, and well used, but she knew she wouldn't be able to explain why she was pregnant if he hadn't cum in her. Mike had a small apartment off campus. Whenever he was out of class, Eleanor would sneak over to his apartment and have sex with her young lover. They fucked two to three times a week. Mike would tie Eleanor up and blindfold her every time. He would cum in her three to four times. Eleanor's feelings about bondage changed because of that young man. She loved being tied down and ravaged. The blindfold increased her feelings of helplessness. Eleanor always made sure she fucked her Husband that night. Robert was amazed that his Wife suddenly decided she liked being tied up. But he didn't question her. Eleanor wanted to use a home pregnancy test, but she knew that once she knew she was pregnant she'd have to stop seeing Mike. They had fucked for three solid months. They didn't need to though, because Eleanor had conceived from that very first dose of sperm. Eleanor broke it off with Mike once she started having morning sickness. She knew without a doubt that she was pregnant, and to continue seeing Mike would mean she'd have to admit to herself that she was seeing the young man for reasons other than conception. Eight months after they began their affair, Mike was sitting on his Parents' front porch, waiting for them to wake up. It was a beautiful spring morning, so Mike was wearing a T shirt, khakis, and tennis shoes. Eleanor came out of her house wearing a maternity dress. Her belly was swollen, and hanging low. She saw Mike sitting on the porch. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, she turned to Mike and rubbed her pregnant stomach. She slipped across the yard, and stood on the sidewalk less than two feet from her former lover. "Good morning Mrs. Martin," Mike said casually in case someone overheard their conversation. She gave the young man a seductive smile. "After this baby is born, I want another one." Mike's cock twitched in his shorts. Eleanor turned and walked to her car. Climbing in, she buckled up, and started the engine. She turned to look at the young man who had impregnated her and winked. Mike felt his cock growing hard in his shorts as he watched his sexy lover drive away. He was looking forward to knocking her up again.