Was it a week? No, it was more than a week. Was it two weeks or three? If it was three weeks she would be okay. Her fertile time would be passed but p...rhaps it is only two weeks. At two weeks there was a very real likelihood of pregnancy.He lifted himself off the floor deciding that it was too late to worry about pregnancy anyway because the deed was done and it couldn’t be undone. He had wanted this and his ultimate fantasy was that one day his wife, the woman he loved would risk pregnancy. I raised my arm up and with my other hand I guided her down on to my four fingers. Instinctively she rocked up and down on my fingers and commented that she had never been fisted this way before. I am always happy to deliver a new experience. It didn’t take long before I was able to slip in all my digits in again passed the knuckles. I had her lean forward and balance on the wall behind the bed, and suggested to her that this was going to be very vigorous. I thrust up hard into her cunt as she. The door opens and we stumble in to our room and immediately wrap each other up with groping hands. Kissing her roughly, I find the small zipper at the middle of her back and lower it, oh so slowly. My pussy aches at the sight of her body that would be naked if it wasn't for her black stockings and garter belt. My red dress has now joined hers on the floor and I step to her. Moving her quickly, she lets out a whimper when I pin her to the wall. With steady pressure, I push my thigh between. My husband tried his earnest best to satisfy me, and it was not unusual for me to come twice, three times, even more when he went down on me. He was a considerate lover, but I felt there was something missing. Looking back, it was a sense of adventure, even danger. I wanted something other than the safety, and the predictability of our marital bed. So I placed the ad. And I got the usual responses. Cock shots, spelling errors, crude, even abusive reactions. But one, just one, seemed different.