I continued to closely monitor my fertility cycle, Keithhad lost his sex drive, so I faced a challenge to get him to performduring the peak and critic...l days of my cycle, my own drive to becomepregnant pushed my feminine sexuality to make Keith make love to me. Theconsequences of making love whilst Keith was depressed was difficult, itfelt as though Keith had changed from a sensitive loving man who wasmasterful and sensual to a man who was punishing me by rough andphysical intercourse, pounding. Then the girl working onmy right hand was now on my left hand as the girl working on my facepressed her fingers onto my eyelids."Ta-dah!" Sarah exclaimed. "Take a look at yourself and see if you cansee any of Adam left. In fact let's give you a more suitable name. Howabout Eve?" I will only let you call me Eve if I look like an Eve," I replied as Iopened my eyes. "Shit! I look like an Eve alright."My face looked somehow alien to myself. This was a woman's face I waslooking out now. She. Then it was daily - and he was none too private about it either. He would watch me with those brown wide eyes - my shapely legs revealed and my swaying breasts beneath my clothing adding to his viewing pleasure - he would then give me a long firm hug and finally simply walk away. If I followed I would hear those tell-tale sounds from his room.When he was finished, and would again descend to the main floor of our home, he would order me to clean his bed. I kid you not - "Mom, my bed needs. He's not a professional like those other two." Gosh, I suppose you're right. We would probably need to do it several times; just to get him at ease." She looked at me like the amateur that I clearly was, "Being in front of the camera is not as easy as it looks." I have no doubt." I managed to not crack a smile. I did not realize that my wife was now a professional porn actress who took her craft so seriously.In the thirty minutes it took to get home, she had decided. We would sit him down.