I Probably Impregnated My Friend's Wife. I Don't Feel Too Guilty.
I'm a 42 year old bachelor. I've got nothing against marriage and family, I'm just used to the single life.
I've been good friends with Matt since we were kids. We'd both go out to the bars chasing tail when we were younger. About ten years ago, he met and married Sarah. Sarah was and is extremely shy. Matt said she was still a virgin when they married, and I don't doubt it.
I never liked the way Matt treated her from the get-go. He always expected her to cater to him and focus on his childish problems (he's an amateur cyclist, and he's always worrying about his performance). He never seemed to think she had any problems of her own. She has a good job and is very well off from family money. After a few years of marriage, he quit his job and let her support him.
One time I was at their house visting and Matt was on the computer. All of a sudden, he starts voice chatting with an old girlfriend. They talked about old times and were very explicit. Sarah had tears in her eyes. When Matt left the room I said, "Why do you put up with that?" I walked over and dried her eyes and kissed her cheek.
Not long into their marriage Sarah got pregnant and miscarried. She was devastated, but Matt didn't seem to care much. I was out of the country at the time, and I comforted Sarah over the phone. I told her I'd visit when I got back to the states.
I pulled up in their driveway and Sarah let me in. She said Matt was gone for the afternoon, out at a local cycle race. She seemed in an ok mood, so I didn't bring up the miscarriage and she didn't either. I flirted with her and she smiled shyly and her face turned red. I knew, I just knew she wouldn't say no. I kissed her.. I started taking off her blouse. She didn't respond, but she didn't resist. I kept going, and when she was almost naked, she started helping me get my clothes off. I carried her into a bedroom and started kissing her breasts and working my way down. She kept staring at the ceiling, and didn't respond until I started tonguing her pussy.Then it was like some long, built-up pressure was released (she later told me that nobody, including Matt, had never gone down on her before). She started grunting and gasping. She pressed my head into her pussy, and I tried my best to keep a rhythm going. Finally, when I knew she was ready, I took her swollen clit between my lips and sucked hard. If the house hadn't been so isolated, I'd have been worried that the neighbors would hear her yells. It was like she was a completely different woman. I pulled my head away and saw that her pussy lips were gaping.
I got on top and slipped right in. It didn't take her long to respond. She started wiggling and writhing under me. She gripped my back and ass so tight I knew I'd have deep scratches later. My back burned for a couple days whenever I sweat. When I thought she was satisfied, I came hard and we just lay there for a while catching our breath.
We lay together and talked, and she opened up about a lot of things. She still loved Matt, but it bothered her that he was so self centered and that the miscarriage didn't seem to bother him. I told her truthfully that Matt got two girls pregnant when he was young, and they both miscarried so maybe he was used to it. I said, "Who knows if he's even able to father a baby." Then the talk got a little lighter, and before we knew it we were ready for round two. Round two was less frenzied, the sex was slow and intermittent. I said, "Sarah, you want a baby more than anything. Don't deny it. Now, you know me. You'll never have to worry about me interfering, and no one will ever know. You'll regret it forever if you wait too long." She groaned and thrust her hips upward, but didn't say anything. It was getting late, and I figured I'd better go in case Matt got home early.
She started calling me regularly, about the same time every month, presumably when she was fertile. Sometimes she'd come to my place if Matt wasn't going to be out long. The sex was always hot, but otherwise, she remained the same old shy, prim and proper Sarah.
After about five months, Sarah stopped calling me to meet. Matt told me that she was pregnant again. He seemed neither happy nor sad about it. Sarah carried to term and gave birth to a healthy, beautiful little girl. I can't say Matt is the most attentive of fathers, but I'm not far away and I'm able to spend a good deal of time with her. Sarah is a wonderful, loving mother. They never had any more children. I can't be 100% certain their daughter is mine, but I'll say this. She's 8 years old now, and she looks exactly like an identical twin to a picture of my late mother when she was the same age. Matt seems clueless about it, but he's too self centered to be anything but clueless.
