Road Trip to Baby Bliss

The rain hammered against the tinted windows of my rental car, mirroring the relentless throb in my loins. Three weeks. Three weeks on the road, chasing leads, closing deals, and ignoring the insistent pull of home. But tonight, it all culminated. Tonight, I was going back to Jenny, and the thought alone sent a fresh wave of heat flooding through me. We’d been trying for a while, a quiet desperation simmering beneath the surface of our otherwise comfortable marriage. Donny and his wife, bless their luck, had already stacked up three beautiful children, a constant, painful reminder of what we lacked. Jenny, my sweet, vibrant Jenny, had been watching Donny play with his kids, rolling around in the grass, and I could see the yearning in her eyes, the silent plea for a little piece of that joy to join our family.

I dialed her number, the plastic buttons cold against my damp palm. The connection crackled for a moment before her voice, a little breathless, filled my ear. “Hello?”

“Just thinking about you,” I murmured, my voice husky with pent-up desire. I could almost feel her answering that sentiment.

“Oh baby, I… mmm… was thinking about you, too.” The words were hesitant, laced with a nervous energy that only intensified my own. I’d been meticulously planning this reunion, imagining every touch, every taste, every shared moment. Now, finally, it was happening.

“I’ve been imagining our first night back,” I said, deliberately slowing my breathing to build anticipation. “Taking you in my arms again. You in your negligee… the black one – the one you wore that night in Vegas, the one that clung to you like a second skin.”

“I wore it tonight,” she moaned, a little breathless. “But it’s off now.” The thought of her, vulnerable and exposed, ignited a primal fire within me. I gripped my own cock harder, feeling the familiar pressure build.

“I imagined my tongue, tickling you… sliding downward,” I teased, letting my voice drop to a low, suggestive rumble. “Just a little tease before things got serious.”

“Yesss…” she hissed, her voice laced with heat. “I can feel it now. A hot tongue… y… your hot tongue… between my legs. Oh yesss… do it. Ram your tongue deep inside m… mmeeeee…” Her urgency was palpable, a desperate need that mirrored my own. I could practically taste the anticipation hanging in the air.

“I c… can’t take thissss… anym… more! Climb on top of m… meeee…” I heard the faint creak of the bedsprings beneath her weight as she shifted, eager to meet me. I knew she loved the sensation of being on top, the dominance, the power. And as I shifted my weight, adjusting my position to meet her, I could hear the wet sounds of her pleasure, her lips smacking against her breasts, sucking deeply on the generous 36-Ds she possessed. It wasn’t just physical; it was a display of raw, unrestrained lust, a declaration of her own desires.

“That’s it, baby,” I coaxed her on, my voice a low, insistent growl. “Feel me, crawling over you… getting atop you…” The sounds of her frantic breathing grew louder, punctuated by sharp intakes of air. The bed frame groaned under the force of her movements, each roll and shift sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I knew she was lost in the moment, her inhibitions dissolving in the heat of our shared passion.

“Oh yesss! I do! I feel it! The head… so hot… ssoooo big…. oh my…. b… but I’m ov… ovulating! And… n… not protected…!” She let out a gasp, a moment of panic that quickly morphed into a renewed surge of excitement. The realization that we were both vulnerable, both craving connection, only amplified the intensity of the situation.

“It’s okay darling… let it inside you. Feel the hot skin against yours, for the first time ever!” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. “Embrace it. Feel it… deep inside you.” Her moans intensified, escalating into a series of guttural cries as I pressed myself against her, feeling the heat radiating from her body.

“Nghhyaaa! N… nuhhhghh… y…. yesssss! I… f… feel it! Stretching mmmeeee! Sooo big! B… bigger th… than I’ve ever…. OOHHHHH!!!!” The sound of her orgasm was deafening, both to me and, I imagined, to anyone within earshot. I answered her call with my own explosive release, a torrent of pleasure that left me gasping for air.

The bedsprings creaked and groaned, a chaotic symphony of our intertwined bodies. I could hear the frantic thumping of her heart, the rapid rise and fall of her breath. I pounded my own meat vigorously, keeping time with the frenzied rhythm of our passion. This wasn’t just a sexual encounter; it was a primal release, a desperate yearning fulfilled.

“Don… don’t come inside me!” She gasped, pulling away slightly, her voice still ragged with pleasure. “I need a moment.”

“It’s okay darling… we want a baby, remember? We need to start a family. Don’t pull away. Feel it… deep inside you.” My voice was persuasive, urgent, reminding her of our shared goal, our mutual desire to create a new life together.

“Oh yesss… I feel it. I do. I love it. I lo… I love YOU! Don… don’t pull out. I want to feel it… shooting inside me. Filling me up… f… for the first time e… everrrr…” Her words were a prayer, a plea for more, a desperate attempt to recapture the euphoria of the moment.

“Come inside me! Deep inside my womb! Knock me up! Give it to me! Tonight! N… now! Ohhhh YESSSSSS!!! I love yooooou…! NGYAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!” The final, earth-shattering climax left us both breathless and spent, clinging to each other in a tangle of limbs and tangled sheets. The rain continued to lash against the windows, but inside the room, a different kind of storm raged – a storm of passion, desire, and the promise of new beginnings.

As I pulled away, gently stroking her hair, she whispered, “It was… perfect.” And I knew, with absolute certainty, that our journey had just begun. The next day, a week later, I held her close as we took a pregnancy test, the two pink lines confirming what we both desperately wanted. Donna May. The name felt right, a beautiful, powerful symbol of our love and our shared dream. The road trip was over, the deal was closed, and we had finally found our way back to each other, ready to embrace the adventure of parenthood.

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