By this time, Andrea was turning 41, and we had settled into a great routine with new friends, who, although they knew Chloe wasn’t mine, obviously knew nothing of the beginnings of our relationship. Life was great, but I felt like something was missing. My friend and colleague John one day put his finger on the problem. “Alex, my man. You’ve got yourself an awesome little life. When are you going to make an honest woman out of that girlfriend of yours?” I thought about it for a few hours, driving around after leaving work. Finally, I drove to a jewelry store, picked out a simple and understated engagement band, went home, and asked her. She responded by leaping into my arms, sticking her tongue somewhere down around my tonsils, and then dragging me into the bedroom.
We had a very simple wedding, consisting of about 20 friends and their family members in the backyard. Chloe went to stay with her best friend and her parents for several nights, as Andrea and I hopped a flight to Barbados. We planned simply to have some fun, frolic on the beach, and have a lot of sex. I was ecstatic, but still couldn’t help but feel like there was something else left unfulfilled.
That night, we checked in to the hotel, and grabbed a short nap to sleep off the plane lag, then got up and went to a wonderful dinner at a nearby restaurant. Coming back, we were pawing at each other in the cab, and I had a flash of vision. Call it a premonition of the future or whatever, but I saw Andrea as she was now, but with her belly and breasts inflated and me with my hand on her stomach, plunging deep inside her as we made love. I knew in that moment what I was missing.
We got back to the room. No sooner had I closed the door than Andrea attacked me, and I responded in kind. We quickly and deliberately stripped each other naked, throwing our clothes to the side. She was in one of her frenzied fuck moods, and no sooner had I steered her to the bed and crawled down on top of her than she was pulling at my cock, guiding it near her opening. I pushed on her already sopping opening, feeling the folds part, when she put her hands up. “I’m sorry, love. I’m ovulating right now, we should probably use something.” Andrea couldn’t take pills, as they aggravated a ovarian condition she had, so we usually used a contraceptive insert or condom when she was vulnerable to get pregnant.
“No,” I replied. “I don’t want to.”
“Don’t want to what?”
“Use anything.”
“But I’ll get pregnant.”
“I know,” I shot back.
Andrea embraced me, kissing me hard and pulling me into her so deep my pelvis struck hers hard. “Are you sure about this?”
“God yes!” I groaned.
I began to pump away at her, pounding hard as she rocked excitedly against me. It was like a crazed lust driving us both. It may have lasted two minutes time before I was pumping her hungry pussy full of my seed as it was milking me with her glorious contractions.
“Holy shit!” she exclaimed.
“Agreed, that was something.”
“I feel like I just got hit by a freight train,” she laughed, and as she did, I felt her channel ripple around me. Almost unconsciously, I ground my pelvis down, pushing into her yet again. She pushed up to meet me. “Oh my god, you’re still hard. Is this turning you on?”