John doesn't answer

John’s face turned redder than he ever thought possible. He couldn’t believe the sudden embarrassment that washed over him, a deep and burning flush that left him stammering as he tried to find something to say. “Ah…,” he stalled, unable to find the words, “well, I don’t know.” He could feel the heat of his face giving him away. Melissa chuckled softly to herself, as though his reaction confirmed everything she needed to know. Her sly smile seemed to say she could see right through him, that he couldn't hide from her even if he wanted to. She leaned over the center console and gave him a lingering kiss on the cheek before they both stepped out of the vehicle. She slipped out of her seat with a graceful ease and possessively clung to his arm as they walked inside of the hotel, holding on so tightly that she left no doubt in anyone’s mind about what he meant to her—or what they would do as soon as they got to their room. From the way her fingers gripped his arm, to how her body pressed into his side, it looked for all the world like they were a pair of newlyweds.

Melissa walked so closely next to him that John could feel her warmth through his clothes. She acted like she couldn’t bear to be away from him for even a single second, like she wanted everything and everyone to know how much she adored him and desired him. Her breasts pressed snugly against his arm with each step, and each time they sat down, Melissa made sure her fingers never left the skin of his wrist. The way she held herself with such youthful confidence would have fooled anyone who saw them walk through the hotel lobby. Melissa had been a teen mom and had Jennifer when she was young and unwed. She wasn’t old, and she took care of herself. Her skin didn’t yet have the stretch or sag of other women her age, and her figure was still smooth and tight. She was still young enough, still vibrant enough to keep up with someone John’s age. She sent him knowing glances when they paused at the reception desk, flirted with him shamelessly at every opportunity. But what really stunned him was what she said when they got to the room on the first night. "John, have you ever made love?"

Her words hit him like a bolt of lightning, and there was a genuine uncertainty when he answered. "Yes," he said carefully, "Jen and I used to make love before all this happened." The question sparked a dark curiosity inside of him, one that felt as dangerous and alluring as an unexplored sexual position. He didn’t know what Melissa was getting at. Not yet. But he soon would.

She didn’t say a single word as she slowly ran her well-painted nails over his shoulder and walked past him into the center of their suite. Her voice was seductive, sultry when she finally spoke. "John, I know what you and my daughter have done and not done. What I am asking is if you have had sex when a woman is worshiping your body. Have you truly experienced the act of love during sex?”

Her words stunned him in a way that left him nearly speechless. “My daughter is beautiful and talented in bed, but for Jenn it is a competition to win. She keeps a score. She has a goal when she does everything. Her job, her relationship with me and her father, and her relationship with you.” Her voice had an undeniable allure, a dangerous and captivating edge. “Romantic love isn’t always natural to her…especially when she is on the hunt, when she is fucking someone. So have you, John?”

He hesitated, unsure of himself, unsure if he knew what any of this meant. He stumbled over his words, "Well, I don't know what that means, so I guess not."

He hesitated, unsure of himself, unsure if he knew what any of this meant. He stumbled

Melissa pressed her hands onto either of John's shoulders and slowly walked him backward. Her touch sent shivers down his entire body. His pulse pounded in his ears like a primal drum. She looked into his eyes and said, "Why don't you lay down on the bed then, unless you don't want the woman you are trying to breed to show you a good time."

John's cock sprung to life inside his jeans as soon as she breathed out the word breed. He had never been so instantly hard in his life. Before he knew what was happening, she slid one hand down over the enormous bulge, and her face lit up just as boldly as his dick had. Her touch sent currents of lust rushing through him so fiercely he thought he might explode before even getting out of his clothes. The metallic sound of his zipper rang out harmoniously with the passion in her voice. "Just lean back and let me show you what a woman can do to you. What a lover can do for you…”

Her soft fingers gently reached in and pulled his cock out before she licked the underside of his cock. His wet, warm tongue maked three trips around his shaft before she pulling up and licked his head right on the slit, compelling him to reach forward and grab her head as he moaned. “Oh fuck, I might cum if you do that again."

She looks right up into his eyes from her kneeling position and says, "Go right ahead, baby, just be ready to keep going; there are no judgments in this room." The heat of the way she said it, her breath and the words themselves, were almost enough to send him over the edge again right then and there, but John held off as he had never held off before. It was as though his entire reputation as a man were at stake, and he was determined not to let it come to that. John was embarrassed to admit it, but he didn’t want his shortcoming, his recent trend of getting off too quickly, to ruin this, so he **** himself to say, "But you know…at least lately, I have been a one-and-done guy." He was surprised by his own honesty, the random innocence of it rationalizing his bursting desire in a way that made it feel almost manly.

She giggled at the innocence and honesty of the man before her, a man she was happy to call her man, if only for the weekend. "And you don't think I'm woman enough to help you get hard again?!? You don't think your wife's mother knows how to excite a man and make him explode over and over again? Trust me, I have ways to get any man hard again." She licked his slit one more time, spurring him to spew his cum in a powerful orgasm.

Remembering how often Jen complained about cum in her hair, John did his best to keep it focused in Melissa's mouth. It took all of the energy and concentration he had left and only added to the pleasure. As a result, his hot, steamy cum became erratically sprayed across her face. John had never cum so much in his life; it actually made him proud of how much he came as warm wads of it dripped from Melissa's face. That pride quickly turns to worry and concern that he had just ruined their night with his lack of control. Jennifer wasn’t forgiving when he came on her face lately or when he came quickly. Or at least as recently as they had fucked. Jennifer had started out quite uninhibited about sex, playing with his cum, rubbing it into her face in a naughty and taboo manner. But that had changed as their cold streak had carried on. John again looked at Melissa with worry, and in a moment of shame, his cock began to quickly shrivel up in front of his lover just like he feared it would.

Though much to his surprise, Melissa just kept smiling as she slowly pushed a wad of his cum from her cheek to her mouth. "Mmh, potent and tasty. Just what a woman like me needs to knock her up. A woman wanting to bear a child should swallow her lover’s cum as often as she can…” Her hands then skillfully slid her skin-tight dress off her shoulders and down her body, stopping just under the bellybutton.

Then she gathered a large wad of John’s semen off her forehead and then rubbed it down her skin and through her cleavage before circling her stomach, pulling his eyes to her stomach. Leaving a trail of cum wherever it touched, she said, "I am sure it's potent enough to do its work right here, don't you?"

Melissa's skill with men shined through. Once she had figured any man out, there wasn't a man alive that she couldn't get hard, no matter how many times they came, and John was no different. Picturing his cum inside her womb was enough to make his cock spring back to life and slap her on her face, causing Melissa to giggle like a high school girl. "See, John, I told you would get hard again; you just have to have a little bit more confidence in yourself. Now, let me show you what a woman who cares about you can make you feel like while you breed her.”

John looked at her in amazement, but Melissa continued, “right now, I am yours, John, yours to take, yours to own…my womb is yours to claim…”

With that, they fell into each other’s arms and began to fuck like newlyweds, the first of many such sexual encounters to come. That night and every night for the next two weekends, Melissa showed John how good it could feel to be in the arms of a woman who cared about him as he tried to make a child with her. During which Melissa occasionally moans about how much she loved him. At first, it bothered John to hear that, but eventually, he just convinced himself that it was her trying to play a role, so he would whisper it back. With each passing moment, he found his feelings for Melissa growing, even to the point where he would tell her that 'He loved her' unprompted. But even then, he would not fully admit the truth to himself as he would hide behind the 'role' he was playing.

For that night and the next, Melissa was an attentive lover for her daughter’s husband, and as promised she drank from his cock as often as she could. When he inseminated her she sucked him off after, and she swallowed his cum after numerous blowjobs. John came inside of her many times as well, and as his confidence grew, so did his libido. By the end of the second day, both were actually sore for having so much sex over the weekend.

The third weekend

The waiter approached their table with a demeanor as formal as his starched white jacket. He smiled, warmly taking in the couple before him. "Madame, Monsieur," he began, his French accent lending an air of authenticity to the evening. "We are so very pleased that you chose us to celebrate your anniversary." His genuine tone suggested that the establishment took a particular pride in having them there, as if they were guests of honor at a private event. With a graceful flick of his hand, he signaled for two assistants to come forth. "For you two this evening, the house has prepared an exceptional five-course meal." John and Melissa exchanged glances, their anticipation piqued by the promise of indulgence. The first course was placed in front of them. The assistants moved with synchronized precision, as though they had rehearsed each step like choreography, revealing plate after plate of elegantly arranged foods. The waiter, with the poise of a maestro, narrated the arrival of each dish, skillfully guiding them through a feast that was as deliciously extravagant as it was intimate. The savory richness of the meal seemed to echo their relationship, complex layers of taste and desire mingling seamlessly. As the final course—a decadent dessert tower—was set down, Melissa raised her glass of sparklingly water (something John missed enterally), its contents as bubbly as her laughter, and toasted to their affair. To the thrill of what they were doing. John grinned at her boldness, downed his glass of champagne with unabashed pleasure, and pushed back from the table with Melissa's hand in his.

That night in the room

Melissa called out from the bathroom, "John, you know you really are an amazing man. One of a kind. And I am so lucky to be able to say that I love you." Her voice was steady and filled with warmth, echoing in the room like a promise she had long kept to herself. There was a weight to her words, a sincerity that suggested the boundaries they had set for the weekend might be dissolving into something more real, more permanent.

Believing that they are still playing the role (and still conflicted about actually feeling that way), John answers back, "I love you too." He didn’t have the conviction in his voice that she did, and Melissa noticed. She heard the hesitation in his reply, the lingering uncertainty, as if he were testing the words for truth before committing to them. A short pause followed, filled only with the sound of water running in the sink, and then Melissa emerged from the bathroom.

Melissa walked out of the bathroom wearing a risqué white bra and thong set that exposed everything except for her pussy which was covered by the print of his last name. "That's like honey to my ears when you say that. I'm honored to be one of the women you choose to say that to." She stood before him, unabashed in her display, the letters stark against her bare skin, an audacious claim that left John both humbled and bewildered.

John looked at Melissa oddly, and she continued. “You know love isn’t exclusive, don’t you? Monogamy is for fairy tales and children’s films my dear, people quite normally love more than one person, often more than one at a time.” Her words were as bold as her appearance, challenging him to reconsider his conventional understanding of love and fidelity, to embrace a world where multiple attachments didn’t negate each other but rather coexisted in harmony.

John was too confused to speak allowing the woman before him continued, “I love my husband, in my way…and we have never been monogamous. We have both had many other lovers, a few of which I had feelings for, and William did as well. We both love Jennifer, and we both have fucked her many times, so when I tell my husband, my daughter, or you that I love you, it is genuine…it is genuine romantic love. If you have feelings for me, it isn’t wrong, and you aren’t wrong to express it. And you also aren’t wrong not to John, like I said, no judgements.” She spoke as if unveiling a treasure chest, opening it to reveal the shared intimacies and complex emotions that their lives had been built upon, trusting him to see the beauty rather than the chaos.

As Melissa finished, she slid her left hand over her tits down her left stomach to over her thong in an attempt to draw John's attention to the fact that it was bare of any jewelry. Her gesture was deliberate, inviting him to notice the absence that said more than any words could at this moment.

Confused by the fact that her hand was bare in front of him for the first time since they met, John asked, "Where is your ring?" The question slipped out before he could fully comprehend the implications, his voice tinged with incredulity, as though he were asking if she actually meant everything she'd just said or if this was another elaborate game.

Confused by the fact that her hand was bare in front of him for the first time since they met, John asked, "Where is your ring?" The question slipped out before he could fully comprehend the implications, his voice tinged with incredulity, as though he were asking if she actually meant everything she'd just said or if this was another elaborate game.

Melissa giggles. "Finally, you noticed. But I guess I can't blame you because I have been hiding it, so no one knew I left it at home." Her laughter was light, but there was a seriousness beneath it, a clear message that this was intentional, a mindful choice rather than a casual oversight.

That didn't help to ease his confusion. "Why did you leave your wedding ring at home?" In his mind, a jumble of images: Melissa's hand entangled with his, ringless, intertwined in complicity and promise.

He was snapped back to attention by the bright, pearly white smile she flashed in his direction as she swayed her hips slowly toward him, turning a simple act into a seductive dance. "Because, John," she began, allowing each word to linger before moving on to the next, letting each step come in sync with her words, "it belongs to another man. It felt as though I was wronging both you and him when I wore it with you." Her tone was light, but the words weighed heavy with meaning. “So," she continued before pausing to make sure John's eyes were locked on hers, "‘that man’ took my ring off, and I took his ring off when we left the house.”

She let her declaration settle between them, hanging in the air like the final note of a symphony, waiting to be absorbed. The depth of her dedication left John both startled and enthralled, yet his mind instantly conjured a new scene, one he couldn’t ignore: William, casual and confident, strolling around his house, his left hand feely holding Jennifer’s. Her ring, just like Melissa's, had been left behind, sitting next to her father's somewhere in the house. He had to admit it again to himself: Melissa had done exactly what she said, and he did appreciate a little bit that she didn’t use her husband’s name when she told him.

As if sensing the doubts still clinging to him, Melissa dropped to her knees and took both his hands in hers. She looked up, her blue eyes clear and unwavering as she spoke, "John, this is just me, no games, as honest and exposed as I can be, with no one else having any binding to me right now and being as true to myself as I have ever been. You’re a great man, and I love you with all my heart." Her voice was steady, a slight tremor only barely betraying the emotion she was fighting to keep in check, the emotion that said she was laying everything on the line.

The air was thick with anticipation as she paused, sensing that what she was about to say would change everything between them forever. She understood that these next words could shatter the carefully laid background that John had erected to defend himself from what he truly felt. But she was ready for that to happen, and she had to say it. Taking a breath, she continued, "And even if you ask me on Monday, I would say the same thing. I care for you, and not in pretending for the weekend or just for making a baby with you. I care for you deeply. You are an upright and beautiful man, and one that I truly love."

That was it. The flimsy barrier of the weekend was knocked down, and John could no longer hide behind the pretense that this was all just a role. He had **** but to face his emotions, naked and unguarded. The truth, which he had denied, was now glaring and impossible to ignore. The words struck him to the core, and he felt **** in a way he had never allowed before.

Feeling cornered but oddly invigorated, he latched onto the only question that could defer his full admission of what he was feeling, stammering as he did, "Wha... Wha... What about William?" It was a **** attempt to steer the conversation back to safer ground, back to the realm where complications could still be explained away, and maybe where he could still cling to his uncertainty a while longer.

But Melissa was unsparing, meeting his question with a smile so genuine that it seemed to look straight into his soul and see all the secrets he thought he had hidden. "My heart has enough room for the both of you, more than enough for me to say I truly, genuinely love you." Each word was clear and precise, leaving no room for misunderstanding. "And even if you can't say it back, I want you to know I feel it, and I will raise our baby with that love."

The last word, baby, echoed in his mind like a bell that was both alarming and exhilarating, a revelation that **** him to momentarily forget his dilemma over his feelings for her completely. Now he knew. He knew that Melissa was not simply manipulating him to get his sperm, she meant everything she had told him.

John placed his left hand on her flat milf stomach and whispers, "Baby?" The word was soft, almost a breath, but it echoed loudly in the stillness between them.

Melissa's right fingers intertwine with the fingers of the hand on her stomach. "John, it's just you and me right now?”

Subconsciously, John knew that Melissa's grasp was her way of asking permission, seeking a sign that it was truly okay to do everything they had planned for this weekend, but consciously, he didn't care. He didn't care one bit. The only thing bursting in his mind was the new and urgent thought that he was going to be a father!

He had wanted this, wanted it desperately. It was the one thing he had believed was missing to fulfill him, the piece he thought would complete his life. He had wanted it with Jenn for years, but there had always been an excuse: she hadn't let him fuck her without a condom, and she had never stopped taking birth control until very recently. He didn’t know how strong her current commitment to the idea was, or how much of it was driven by her relationship with her father. But now, here, with Melissa, there was no doubt. He felt the swell of it, and it made him wonder if sharing Jenn with William had made him less of a man in her eyes...but not in Melissa's. Melissa had chosen him, and he was going to plant the seed that made them a family. He felt like a real man again.

"Yes, of course it’s just you and me, it's just us!" John answered, the words tumbling out with a fervor that matched his excitement.

Melissa’s lips curled into a smile that was nothing short of triumphant as she pressed her hand against his chest, pushing him backward so she could straddle his hips. "Good," she purred, confidence and desire spilling over, "because right now my pussy can't live without the cock of the man that got me pregnant." Her voice was a mix of sultry and playful, teasing him with the promise of what was to come. She quickly backed him up to the bed and climbed on top, settling herself so there was no question of who was in charge. "It makes me so happy to be the first woman," she said, savoring each word, "that you are ever going to have sex with while knowing she is pregnant with your child."

Both of them knew they wouldn’t know for sure for weeks. Yet even that uncertainty seemed like a formality, a minor detail that wouldn’t change the way they felt right then. Melissa was sure, so entirely and uncompromisingly sure, and John was so happy to have the chance to produce offspring that he didn’t even care how implausible it was that they would know already. He didn’t let it bother him. In that moment, certainty was perfectly irrelevant.

The weekend passed in a blur of passion and intimacy, each moment filled with a kind of joy that John had never experienced before. He had yet another love-filled night and weekend with Melissa, one where he couldn't take his eyes off her stomach, as they both glowed with pride about what was likely growing in it, no matter what she was or was not dressed in. Every look, every touch between them was charged with the thrill of what was to come. They spent the weekend in a haze of comfortable lust, and each moment left him wanting more. Even when they were not tangled up together, he remained fixated on how Melissa seemed to radiate with the promise of new life.

Right before Melissa left his car on Sunday at noon, she reached her hand out and said, "Here, I think it's time that put this back on." Her voice was inviting, almost daring him to accept what she was offering without hesitation. To his complete amazement, his wedding ring was in the palm of her hand.

He hadn't even noticed that he hadn't been wearing it since Friday night. He didn't feel bad about not having it on as he slipped it back on. Not that he didn't want it on, no, he loved having it on, AND IT BELONGED ON, at least it belonged on right now. It was just that it didn't feel like it belonged on his hand a few minutes ago when he was with Melissa.

It was a strange feeling for John, even more emotions he would have to explore.