After attaching it to the garter I went back to the bed and put on my silicone breast bra.Walking back to the mirror, I was making sure everything was...just perfect. That is when I heard a whistle, the kind girls get from guys. Stunned, I turned to see my wife standing in the doorway."My, you look pretty honey." As she walked over unbuttoning her blouse and removing her bra.Before I could say anything, she embraced me, kissing me passionately. Our tongues intertwined in an erotic dance. Her hand. It has more force than she expected. Then comes another and another. There’s more than she can just hold so she swallows and moves her head back a little so only the head of his penis is inside. More shots follow and she holds them in her mouth until she feels as if they’re going to leak there’s so much and she swallows again. Its warm and sort of viscous, doesn’t taste bad but wouldn’t be her first choice of something to eat. But it’s sure sexy. She moves her hand back and forth, giving him a. Was it relief, remorse, or the sudden realisation of the ridiculous act that we had just consented to? Maybe all three; I will never know.The noise from the street got louder as I made my exit, out into the throng, with its chatter, music, and laughter all around me. I didn’t look back; I didn’t need to. I could feel his sperm inside me. I headed towards Covent Garden in search of a drink, a long vodka, lime and lemonade with lots of ice, I think.The sun was slowly beginning to sink behind the. He continued, ‘I know how much you were hoping to be pregnant. Have you gone ahead with the artificial insemination?’ His gut was clinching at the idea that she might not be carrying his child, but that she was willing to try to carry some other man’s. He was hoping she hadn’t had time to pursue her original idea for getting pregnant, but he needed to be certain. Mike hadn’t thought that Chrissy could ever look any sadder than she had on the morning that she had last left him. But the look in.