Day 3 - Illicit seeding

The soft, humid Hawaiian morning bleeds through the edges of the heavy drapes, casting a glow across the king-sized bed. On the nightstand, Claire’s phone vibrates. She took the phone and her expression changed into one of excitement.

Today is Day 3. The tracking app that she is using had provided an ultimate notification; she is at peak fertility.

​Claire's eyes locked onto yours.​"We aren't going out today," she whispers, her voice husky and heavy with anticipation. "The travel blog needs a very specific kind of entry today."

​You lean back against the pillows, your hands resting behind your head, watching her. "What do you have in mind, Mrs. Madison?"

​Instead of typing a message, Claire slides off the mattress, her bare feet padding softly across the heavy carpet. She grabs a small tripod from her suitcase and mounts her phone onto it. She walks back to the edge of the bed, positioning the camera at the nearby coffee table.

​"What are you doing?" you ask, a low smirk spreading across your face as you realize what’s happening.

​"Tom wants to imagine," she says, stepping back onto the bed on all fours, her hips swaying as she crawls toward you, her heavy, generous breasts swinging beneath her chest. "But today is the main event. To hell with imagination."

​She settles over your lap, her knees framing your thighs, her hand reaching down to grasp your hard length, guiding head of your cock against her lussy.

​"Missionary," she commands softly, her breath hitting your lips. "I want the camera to catch every single inch of you entering me."

​You reach up, your hands gripping her waist, and roll her onto her back in one fluid, powerful motion. The sheets tangle around her legs as you settle your weight between her thighs. You look down at her beautiful, upturned face, her dark hair splayed across the white pillows like a halo. You glance toward the foot of the bed where the phone is. Its lens is pointing directly at the junction of your bodies, ready to capture the raw moment.

​"You're sure about this?" you murmur, your voice dropping to a rough, animalistic growl.

​"Push it in, John," she begs, her fingers clawing into your shoulders.

​You drive forward, burying yourself to the absolute hilt inside her in one smooth, unyielding thrust. Claire lets out a loud, echoing wail that fills the high-ceilinged room, her back arching completely off the mattress as her inner walls clamp down around you like a vice.

​You begin a heavy, relentless rhythm of fucking her, your hands sliding down to grip her hips, pulling her off the mattress with every retreat and driving her back down with every deep, devastating impact.

​"Oh god, John, yes! Just like that!" she screams, her head tossing wildly from side to side.

​As the intensity builds, Claire reaches down, her left hand finding the soft flesh of your buttocks, her fingers digging deep to pull you even further into her core. The bright morning light catches the gold band of her wedding ring resting against your ass. She holds you there, anchoring you as you thrust deeper and deeper, hitting the exact spot that drives her over the edge.

​The build-up is fast and volatile, fueled by the sheer taboo of the recording. Within minutes, Claire’s entire body goes rigid, a massive, body-shaking orgasm ripping through her. She wails your name into the room, her inner muscles contracting around you in violent, rhythmic waves. The crushing pressure triggers your own release, and you groan loudly, driving yourself into her as deep as physically possible, pumping your thick, hot seed deep into her fertile womb, filling her completely.

​An hour later, the room is quiet again, the heavy scent of sex hanging in the warm air. You are lying on your side, propped up on one elbow, while Claire sits cross-legged on the bed with her phone in her lap. The video has been recorded, cut, and attached to a long, heavy message.

​She looks up at you, a wicked, triumphant smile playing on her lips, and reads aloud the report she is about to send to Tom:

​Claire: Hope you liked the close-up video, babe. Hope you love seeing my hand with my wedding ring holding his ass as he goes deep in me with absolutely no barrier. I wanted you to see exactly how much he delivered inside me today. Hopefully, I will have his strong child in my womb from this. You will have the honor of raising his child, Tom. I want to have him get me pregnant. I want to have his child. This is the report for the day. Don't bother replying back, because it will be ignored. He and I need to work hard for the rest of the day to make sure it happens., and you can see how hard he can get”

​She taps the screen with a sharp, definitive click. "Sent," she whispers.

​Before the phone can even register a notification or a reply from her frantic husband, Claire slides her finger across the screen and slides the power button. The display goes completely black. She places the dead device face-down on the nightstand.