Getting My BBW Wife Pregnant! (Bareback, Fertile) by Harte Sienna

Author:Harte, Sienna [Harte, Sienna]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2014-10-27T04:00:00+00:00

THREE

It had been a month, and I still wasn’t getting any. I even fixed the stupid washing machine the day after my initial chemistry experiment, despite the arduous ten hour work day I had already endured. All of that work, and not a single thank you. (And a microwave dinner, to boot.)

I was beginning to wonder if one ejaculation was enough to cause a pregnancy; perhaps it was so diluted by the lube that it was ineffective.

Emily went on a trip to see her mother, and that was my chance. While Violet was at daycare I rushed home on my lunch break to masturbate. When she was sleeping, I also masturbated – sometimes twice. Each time I collected my semen in a jar and returned it to the back of the refrigerator for preservation.

Just before Emily came home, I thawed the semen. It now filled up half of the jar. Then I emptied the Pearly Dream out completely, flushing it down the toilet.

“Bye bye,” I said, smiling to myself.

Next, I replaced the Pearly Dream with my own pearly product. The result was perfect; hardly a difference could be noticed.

By my strategy, I hoped that Emily would return home in need of privacy and “personal time” given the week of being harassed and belittled by her witch of a mother. She would probably go to bed early, asking me to watch Violet for her.

“Ted,” she snapped, entering the door and dropping her bag on the ground beside her.

“Yes dear?” I said.

“Get Violet, she’s making a mess,” she motioned to the kitchen, where the little girl sat drawing giant circles on her paper with crayons, exiting and reentering the borders of the page and making large greasy pink marks on the dining room table.

“Of course,” I said. “Violet? Let’s go out and get ice-cream. Mommy’s tired.”

I turned back to Emily, expecting to see a look of gratitude or even an “I missed you.” Nothing. Just:

“Don’t let her have the peanuts,” she muttered, sinking into the couch. “She’s allergic.”

“Yes dear.” Of course she’s allergic. You think I don’t know my own daughter? “Anything else you need while I’m out?”

But she paid me no attention, squeezing the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes.

“Come on, Vi,” I said. “Mommy needs to rest.”

We spent a couple of hours out of the house, getting ice cream and walking around the strip. Before we went home we made a stop at the grocery store and grabbed some essentials. Violet was pretty worn out when we got home, and it took no convincing for her to get in bed.

Closing her bedroom door softly, I strode down the hall to the master bedroom. There was Emily, sitting up in bed reading. Oddly, I had missed her cold presence in our bed over the last week.

“Have a good trip?” I asked her. My eyes flickered to her bedside table, where her laptop rested.

“It was fine,” she said, not taking her eyes off her book.

“Margo is doing well?”

“As well as ever,” she replied.

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