He knocks

Although he knows he shouldn’t, his feet moved him toward the bathroom door as if they had a mind of their own. His hand lifted, hovering in mid-air for a heartbeat, before delivering a firm knock. Once. Twice. After which He hesitated for a moment, acutely aware that one more knock would cross a line he couldn't uncross. Torn, he lingered, battling with the internal guidance to retreat, before finally striking the door with his fist for the third time.

He paused for a moment, realizing that knocking one more time would be a point of no return, before sticking the door with his fist for the third time.

The sound resonated in the air between them, like a proclamation that couldn't be undone.

The soft click of the lock was followed by the slow creak of the door swinging open, revealing Melissa standing there. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, catching the light like dew on morning grass. She wore nothing but a silk robe that draped softly over her curves, its smooth fabric shimmering under the light. Her hand rested protectively on her stomach, intentionally left exposed, a gesture both **** and powerful. "Hello, future father," she said, her voice carrying a glimmer of hope and promise.

John stared at her, his breath catching in his throat. The words "future father" hung in the air between them, crystallizing the reality of what they had created together.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice barely audible even in the quiet room.

Melissa nodded, a single tear escaping down her cheek. "I took three tests. All positive." Her fingers traced small circles on her still-flat stomach. "Your child is growing inside me, John."

He stepped forward, drawn to her as if by some primal magnetism. His hand reached out, hesitating just inches from her belly before she guided it the rest of the way. Under his palm, he felt nothing but the warmth of her skin, yet knowing what lay beneath filled him with a strange, fierce protectiveness.

"What are we going to tell Jennifer?" he asked, his eyes finally meeting hers.

Melissa's lips curved into a gentle smile. "The truth. That we made a baby together." Her hand covered his where it rested on her stomach. "She already knew that we were actively trying. She said she'd be happy to have a little brother or sister."

John shook his head in disbelief. Realizing he still hasn’t fully comprehended his choice to knock three times, Melissa decided to take the lead, and gently pushed her robe aside, allowing it to slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet. The sight of her naked form, now carrying his child, struck John with a wave of desire unlike anything he'd felt before.

She had long ago acknowledged to herself that she loved him, loved him just as much as she loved William. Despite her desire to tell him to 'make love to her,' she was acutely aware that the word love would only heighten his make him even more conflicted. So instead, she found herself saying, "Fuck me," her voice laden with emotion. "Fuck the mother of your child." Yet, even as the words left her mouth, a part of her was torn, struggling with the gravity of what she truly wanted versus what she felt she could express.

John's response was immediate and primal. He swept her into his arms, carrying her to the bed with a reverence that belied the urgency thrumming through his veins. As he laid her down, his eyes traced every curve of her body, seeing her anew—not just as his mother-in-law, but as the vessel nurturing his seed.

Just a little over a month ago, he had faced the harsh reality that his inability to perform enough to have sex with his wife meant he might never become a father. It was a realization that weighed heavily on him, a dream slipping through his fingers. Yet now, an overwhelming sense of pride surged through him, transforming his outlook entirely. Not only was he on the brink of fatherhood, but the mother of his child was an extraordinary, stunning woman, a partner whose beauty and strength filled him with immense joy and gratitude. His cock quickly found the hole that he had breed, as his eyes never left the flat stomach this his future child was hiding behind.

Their bodies met in a dance as old as time itself, yet charged with new meaning. John's hands explored Melissa's body with reverent precision, mapping every curve, every hollow, lingering on the subtle changes that only he, as the architect of those changes, could detect. Her breasts, already fuller, more sensitive, responded to his lightest touch with an urgency that sent shivers cascading through her.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered against her skin, his voice thick with emotion. "Even more beautiful now."

Melissa arched into his touch, her body aflame with desire. The knowledge that she carried his child within her had transformed their coupling into something transcendent—no longer just passion, but a celebration of the life they'd created together.

"How does it feel," she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair as she guided his mouth to her breast. "To have you cock inside the pussy you breed."

John's grip on her hips tightened at her words, a primal possessiveness surging through him. "It feels amazing," he growled, his voice husky with desire as he drove deeper into her welcoming heat. "It feels like I am a real man."

With each powerful thrust, the reality of their situation crystallized in his mind. This wasn't just passionate sex—this was a claiming, an affirmation of the bond they'd forged through the life growing within her. His hands roamed her body, eventually settling on her still-flat stomach, his fingers splayed protectively over where their child grew.

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Melissa watched the transformation in his eyes—from uncertainty to fierce determination—and it thrilled her to her core. She arched beneath him, meeting each thrust with equal fervor, her body singing with pleasure as their connection deepened beyond the physical.

"You more than just a real man" she gasped as his cock pressed against her cervix. "You're everything a woman could want," she finished, her voice breaking with emotion. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, a symphony of flesh and desire that transcended mere physical pleasure.

John felt a surge of power unlike anything he'd experienced before. The knowledge that he had created life with this woman beneath him, that his seed had taken root in her fertile soil, filled him with a primal satisfaction that eclipsed all his previous insecurities.

"Tell me again," he demanded, his movements becoming more purposeful, each thrust carrying an intensity that resonated through the room. "Tell me what I am to you now." He anticipated hearing her call him a father once more, but he had not foreseen the tumultuous internal struggle that his question would spark within her.

Melissa's eyes locked intensely with his, their gaze unwavering and fierce, even as waves of pleasure surged through her body, threatening to sweep her away into a tumultuous sea of sensation. Her eyes, a striking shade of deep emerald, bore into his with a fiery intensity, revealing the storm of emotions raging within her. "You're the father of my child," she gasped breathlessly, her voice a whisper carried on the wind of desire, her fingers gripping his shoulders with fervent intensity, as if holding on for dear life. Each touch was electric, sending shivers cascading down her spine. She longed to say more; her entire being yearned to call him her lover, her heart aching to bridge the chasm between them with words that remained unspoken.

Yet, despite the tender care he had shown her, the subtle hints in his gentle gestures and careful words had made it clear that he wasn't ready to hold more than one woman in his heart, at least for now. That cherished place was reserved for her daughter, a space sacred and untouchable. So, with a heavy yet hopeful heart, she decided to accept what she could get from him, savoring each fleeting moment, until she could get more. As she surrendered to the intoxicating mix of emotions and sensations, she fell into the depths of their passionate fucking, where time seemed to stand still, and the world outside faded into oblivion.

The morning after brought a new set of challenges. Melissa awoke before dawn, her body still tingling from John's touch. She lay there for an almost ten minutes not wanting to leave the arms of the father of her next child, but she knew if she didn’t there would be no way the staff wouldn’t know they were not in a sexual relationship. So She slipped from the bed, careful not to wake him, before sneaking off to the shower so she can wash off any outer evidence of their nightly tryst.

For the weekend getaway, the hotel owner surprised John and Melissa with an all-expense-paid private boat excursion on a serene local lake. The extravagant gesture spoke volumes of his deep appreciation for what Melissa did for toward his son. As they stepped aboard the sleek, glistening vessel, John was visibly anxious, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, worried about being seen. He was eager to maintain a cloak of secrecy from the prying eyes of the public, though Melissa was certain that at least a few hotel staff must have their suspicions, given her well-known reputation as a swinger in the town.

Despite John's constant attempts to appear nonchalant, Melissa couldn't help but smile at the way his gaze repeatedly drifted to her body, his expression a mix of amazement and disbelief. 'Future dad,' she had playfully teased him during a brief moment of privacy, and his cheeks had flushed a deep crimson. Although she longed to embrace and kiss him freely, she was mindful of his discomfort with public displays of affection, choosing instead to relish the way his eyes stole hidden glances at her flat stomach as if he was trying to see the baby growing inside of her as she moved gracefully around the boat in her form-fitting white bikini.

Time together was a gift, a precious treasure, and she was determined to savor every moment, even if it meant keeping their joy under wraps and holding back her own desires. As the day drifted into evening, with the sun painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson, their resolve to maintain discretion had worn thin as tissue paper. After a day filled with teasing flirtations and stolen looks, there was no way John would resist the irresistible pull to be with Melissa that night.

When they awoke the following morning, John felt a rush of excitement about the impending drop-off. Despite his **** to share this secret with the rest of the world, he was eager to confide in his wife about an achievement they had both long believed was beyond his reach, due to him not even being able to touch her. He had succeeded in doing what he thought was impossible: getting a woman pregnant! The thrill was tempered by a bittersweet edge, as seeing his wife meant saying goodbye to the mother of his child for another week—a thought that tore at him deeply. If not for this emotional turmoil, he would have wished for the weekend to fast-forward to its end the moment Melissa had delivered the life-altering news.

When they awoke the following morning, John felt a rush of excitement about the impending drop-off. Despite his **** to share this secret with the rest of the world, he was eager to confide in his wife about an achievement they had both long believed was beyond his reach, due to him not even being able to touch her. He had succeeded in doing what he thought was impossible: getting a woman pregnant! The thrill was tempered by a bittersweet edge, as seeing his wife meant saying goodbye to the mother of his child for another week—a thought that tore at him deeply. It’s not that he loved her, at least he brings himself to openly admit that to himself, due to him thinking it would be wrong somehow, it’s that the fact that she was the mother of his child made hide want to be around her more. If not for this emotional turmoil, he would have wished for the weekend to fast-forward to its end the moment Melissa had delivered the life-altering news.

John lay in the hushed stillness of the hotel room, the soft patter of water from the shower creating a rhythmic backdrop as Melissa washed. His mind buzzed with the day's logistical challenges: breakfast, the long drive back, dropping Melissa to William, and ultimately watching her walk away from him for an entire week.

John’s excitement mingled with a gnawing anxiety as he thought about telling Jennifer. He was eager to share the news, to finally prove that he was capable of fatherhood, that he could achieve what they'd both thought was out of reach.

Melissa's voice broke through his thoughts, calling from the bathroom, light and teasing. "Are you daydreaming about all those diaper changes already?" she quipped, stepping into the room. She wore the hotel's bathrobe, cinched tight around her waist, her wet hair loose around her shoulders. The sight of her, fresh and glowing, momentarily swept away his anxieties. He reached for her, pulling her into a deep, lingering kiss, savoring the sweet, fleeting intimacy of it. They both knew time was slipping away, the minutes ticking down to their inevitable goodbye.

Before long, they were back on the road, the hotel receding into the distance like a fading dream. John drove with a heightened sense of awareness, every mile that brought them closer to their destination tightening the knot in his stomach. Melissa sat beside him, her hand resting lightly on his thigh, a comforting weight that reminded him of the life growing inside her. Their conversation was light but tinged with a melancholy they both felt too keenly—Melissa's jokes about John's future dad duties, his playful complaints about losing sleep to midnight feedings. But beneath the banter lay an undercurrent of emotion, a shared understanding of the trial of having to say goodbye to each other for another week. Every glance exchanged was loaded with meaning, every brush of fingers a silent promise to endure the time apart.

When they finally reached the meeting point, John marveled at how elegantly Melissa moved, dressed in a fine summer dress that clung to her body as she glowed in a way that only a pregnant woman. They were in an empty parking lot, the fresh air filled with bird chirping, yet when she slipped out of his car, the rest of the world couldn’t compare to her beauty. She leaned back in through the open window, her hair cascading over her shoulders like liquid gold, and gave him a lingering kiss goodbye, a kiss that felt more like a promise than a farewell. Her eyes danced with laughter and warmth; he tried to memorize the exact color they flickered in the sunlight, knowing that he would spend the next week replaying these moments in his mind.

He watched her walk across the deserted lot, each step both drawing out the goodbye and bringing it closer. John knew this was only temporary, that they'd be together again soon, but the ache of separation was sharper than he'd expected. A sudden question popped into his head, ‘Do you love her like your wife?’ but he quickly shook it off think ‘No that would be wrong to Jennifer.’ even though he knew Jennifer loved her father as much as she loved him.

As Melissa glided over to William, who leaned casually against his car as if he hadn’t a care in the world, John’s heart tightened in his chest. He was shocked to see William Walk towards her, and even more shocked to see him open the car door. But that shock was nothing compared to the bewilderment that hit him when he saw William assist very dressed Jennifer get out of the driver's seat.

John found it odd for several reasons. First, it was the first time William had ever assisted Jenn to his car. A few weeks ago, when Jennifer could barely walk after getting trained on by those men, and William hadn't so much as lifted a finger to get out of his care. So why was he rushing to her side now like some sort of gallant gentleman? The second reason was the sight of Jennifer wearing clothes at all. Ever other time William had sent her back to him with nothing but cum plastering her naked body, but today it was adorned in a flowing sundress.

There was only one likely explanation for these sudden changes, and the thought hit John like a punch to the gut, stealing all his confidence away in one swift motion. William had gotten Jennifer pregnant, and everything about their behavior screamed it loud and clear. John thought to himself ‘I am not special her dad did it too. He likely even did it before me and better than me. Oh, course he would he is a better man than me. Maybe if I don’t ask it won’t be true…’ So, he sat their silently as he watched William acting as if this was business as usual as he helped Jennifer into his John’s front seat.

John was too stunned to get out of his car, his mind a whirling storm of disbelief and dawning humiliation. As William gracefully, even smugly, helped Jennifer, his daughter, he watched her move with an elegance that he hadn't seen since before she started seeing William. Suddenly, he noticed the way Jennifer and William’s faces glowed with happiness as they said goodbye to each other, there was no question about it. They had shared good news this weekend, making John feel even less like a man.

Distracted by his spiraling thoughts, he barely noticed Melissa stepping into William's car. He only had eyes for the way Jennifer's dress clung to her body as she sat next to him, her belly still flat beneath it but no doubt destined to show the same fullness as Melissa's will be if not fuller in no time at all. Was William's child growing inside of her at this very moment? The questions gnawed at him, undermining every bit of self-worth he’d managed to build over the weekend.

“What do you think of my new look?” Jennifer asked with a casual smile as she walked towards him for the first time in weeks without a direct struggle. John stood there with his mouth open, not trusting his voice to say what he needed to say. Just thirty second ago he desperately wanted to tell her what he had accomplished, now that desire was all gone, because once again William had made him feel inadequate. He gulped, then shook his head with a faint smile and **** himself to put on a casual act. "You look like you had a good weekend," he said, trying to sound lighthearted but mostly sounding hollow. as she went to the car and sat down with a grace that seemed a lifetime away from how she was the last time she was in his car.

"How could it be otherwise," Jennifer replied airily, with a sudden and bright expression that seemed to jolt John with the finality of her happiness. "after…”

He internally knew exactly what she was about to say but didn’t want her to say it. Saying it would make it a real, unchangeable fact. If he heard her voice it, the words would float around in his head all week, mocking his own announcement like an annoying echo. He’d keep hearing it until it ate him alive, creeping into every corner of his mind when he was at work, keeping him up at night when he was trying to sleep. John tried to cut her off, not caring if it seemed ****, not caring if it seemed jealous. He just needed to do it now, quick and fast, before it was too late, so he shouted “Good!” at the top of his lungs, as if it was the only way to protect himself. He peeled out of the parking lot before she could even blink, putting as much distance between them and William as he could.

John remained silent, focusing intently on the road as the miles stretched out between them and the meeting point. He kept one hand on the wheel and the other in a fist, unwilling to speak, unwilling to ask if William had gotten her pregnant, unwilling to confirm what he feared. Maybe if he pretends the question didn’t exist, the answer wouldn’t either. He could feel Jennifer's gaze on him, waiting for him to say something, anything, but he stayed quiet, stubbornly staring straight ahead like he was all alone.

At the halfway point home, as the echo of the parking lot continued to resonate unpleasantly in John's mind, Jennifer finally broke the silence as casual as can be and said, “So are we going back next week?” The question felt like a confirmation, as if she knew that John knew what was happening. The question felt like an accusation, like she was throwing it back in his face to make him acknowledge it and testing him, testing if he had the courage to ask her the question that was really on his mind. The question felt like a mockery, taunting him because he couldn't bring himself to ask it and because she knew he was too scared to hear the answer. John's hands tightened around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as he heard the question in his head over and over. But instead of saying anything, instead of giving her any ammunition to fling back at him, he just kept driving. Instead of speaking at all, he simply thought to himself. ‘That right, we have only been going there every week so she could get pregnant. And if she is already pregnant, we don’t have to go anymore.’