1. Impregnating Lauren


    Date: 9/2/2015, Categories: Fetish, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: whitewifeneedsbbc, Rating: 87, Source: xHamster

    The leaves were beginning to fall last year, and the rush was already on at work to increase productivity for year-end reviews. It was the additional stress that &#034broke&#034 the proverbial &#034camel's back&#034. Lauren and I had just moved to the Boston area from our hometown in the Midwest. The cost of living in Boston was much higher than we had expected and money was tight, especially with the school loans coming due. Lauren and I had been married for a couple years, and we were trying to start a f****y. For some reason, however, we were having trouble conceiving. I knew that it couldn't be Lauren. I never thought I would ever bemoan the opportunity to fuck Lauren silly. But with all of the travails of city life in Boston coupled with the increasing pressure to perform during her &#034ovulation phase,&#034 I found myself viewing sex as yet another chore on my day-timer for which there was never enough time. Indeed, after nine unsuccessful months of trying, Lauren was convinced that we should go to a fertility clinic to get &#034checked out&#034 if something didn't happen this month. Great, just what I needed: more bills that wouldn't be covered by our insurance. Perhaps out of subconscious avoidance, I didn't notice the &#034star&#034 notation in my day-timer that fateful Friday. Even worse, the computer went down in my department and I had a report due for the &#034big boss.&#034 So, I found myself working well past 9:30 PM before I knew it. I dragged my frayed ...
    nerves back home and walked in the door at about five after ten. When I opened the door I knew I was in trouble. Lauren was sitting at the dining room table with her arms folded across her chest. She was wearing a skimpy, black teddy. There were candles flickering as they had almost burned down to the candleholder. An empty bottle of Chardonnay was turned upside down in the ice bucket. &#034Holy, shit!&#034 It all of a sudden hit me; it was a &#034star&#034 (ovulation) night. Lauren had gone out of her way to make a romantic meal as a prelude to our inter- course. I guess it was all of the stresses taking their toll, but instead of being contrite and begging forgiveness, I wanted Lauren to feel sorry for my lousy day and me. Well, Lauren would have none of it. She blew up. I blew up. It was the worst fight of our marriage. Looking back on it now, I guess the bottle of wine Lauren had downed and my stressed out mood didn't help matters. Amazingly, I can't really remember what we said (or yelled) back and forth. All I recall is that after about fifteen minutes of screaming at one another, Lauren went into the bedroom and put on a short, tight dress and high heels and headed toward the door. As she got to the door, I do remember one particularly clever bit of repartee': She said &#034Fuck you!&#034 I replied &#034No, Fuck you!&#034 Then, Lauren retorted: &#034Maybe, but it sure as Hell won't be with you!&#034 The door slammed in my face and I think I kept yelling at Lauren for a good ...
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