“But what about Bob? Aren’t you on the pill or something?” I pleaded.
“I have never had to use protection with Bob. Although he doesn’t know it, his sperm count is so low that I have given up any hope of having children.” I momentarily wondered about the logistics of her knowing that and him not.
She sighed, “Well, we can’t do anything about it now” and snuggled back up to me.
After half and hour of kissing cuddling and whispered conversation, she reluctantly slipped from my bed. We agreed to meet at the same time tomorrow night.
When I woke in the morning, it was as though last night was a dream. The damp and pungent panties I found under my pillow emphatically belied that thought however.
As so it began. Early each morning she would join me and we would make love for hours. She never mentioned contraception again so I assumed she had taken precautions of some type. We were both tired the next day and after a week it was becoming unmanageable but we both knew that they would be leaving soon so we toiled on enthusiastically.
Once that week, Bob had to go back to work. He was an air con engineer and something had broken. That night we were almost like a normal couple. I snuck into their motorhome and we had a late supper which she had made a special effort to prepare. Although we were naked and it was 2am it was a special moment to do something so “ordinary” together. We also enjoyed the extra room and we found ourselves somewhat adventurous with our lovemaking positions.
A few months later my family got the news that Briar was pregnant and then later had given birth to a baby girl. When we next saw them at the start of the holiday a year later, Bob was strutting his stuff as the successful sire. Briar came to me and handed me her 3 month old child. She had a coy smile on her face. “I have always wanted a big family” she said demurely.
Bob and Briar went on to have four children, all born 9 months after their annual summer holiday.
Bob said it was the sea air.