You wait

"It sounds like you want our first time to be special" you say to Robert. "I want it to be special, too."

"Then let's head upstairs, Mrs. Shaw." He takes you by the hand, and leads you up the staircase.

"Please, Robert. You don't have to call me Mrs. Shaw when we're together. All right? Just call me Katherine" you say as you squeeze his hand.

He smiles at you. "It would be nicer if I could call you Mrs. Jones some day."

"Are you serious?" you say, quite taken by surprise.

"Of course I am" he answers, squeezing your hand back. "Why wouldn't I want to marry the most beautiful woman in the world? Especially after I've gone through so much to make our first time together special."

"Charmer!" you tease and smile as you both reach the second floor landing. You grab him him, and wrap yourself around him, and kiss him. You moan with passion as your lips meet. He opens his mouth, and invites you to exchange tongues and saliva with him, which you do. Each tongue exchange, each kiss gets hotter than the one before. You can feel the heat of passion rise in your own body, and in his. You know what it means, but you don't care. You want this, even if you do end up pregnant with Robert's baby. You can always blame it on James, and he'll probably buy it. "Get me to that bedroom, or I'll grab my ankles and let you fuck me right here."

He picks you up in his arms, and carries you the rest of the way back a wide hall that has door to either side of it. All the way at the end of the hall is a set of arched double doors, old and ancient looking. He opens one of them with you still in his arms, and takes you across the threshold. You look around and it's like you've stepped into a different time. The red Victorian Era Love walls look pristine, as does the large mahogany four poster bed decked out in purple and black curtains and satin sheets. On the mahogany end tables vases of blood red roses complete the scene as does the matching Love carpet.

"This is wonderful!" you say, looking into his eyes. "It's beautiful!"

"Years ago I was conceived in this room" he smiles. "Today, you're going to conceive in this room. I'm going to make you pregnant."

You go weak with desire, and you swear you can feel your ovaries kick into overtime to produce an egg. "Then let's have real baby making sex, not fucking."

"I couldn't agree with you more" he says as he lays you down gently on the bed. "It's only a shame we have to make your husband think it's his until you can divorce him. But I'll accept that. We're going to have lots of children together. I'm going to make you pregnant as often as possible."

"Oh, shut up, and let's get started!" you sigh. "I can't take any more. Come, make baby making love with me." Everything feels so right for something that should be so wrong. I guess I'll have to let Sarah get pregnant with James's baby. There's just no other way now you think to yourself.