A slow and sensual handjob

“I have to ask you sweetheart. But please take your dick out first." said Claire while she was playing with her hair, she was calm, but not angry with all this situation, which really made me feel comfortable because I thought she might even divorce me after discovering that shit. Fuck. Let's see what she's about to do now.

I quickly put down my pants as commanded, then she approached to my face for a kiss, but no. She stopped right before our lips could touch, she was so close to me that I could smell her cherry flavour perfume that she always put. Then she grabbed my dick gently still loking me with those penetrating eyes and started to stroke rhythmically with her breath.

"Honey... tell me more about your 'fantasy'... I've seen a lot of 'pregnant' woman, in fact, pregnant wives, but not with their hussband, do you want me to bear children by another men?" My dick got instantly erect. MY mind was now divided in two, I was thinking about how could she asked me that and by other hand, how could I be so hard? I knew that I have always that fantasy of her to get fucked by an stranger, or even someone we know, or even with someone with a dick more bigger than me, maybe without condom, maybe without any kind of birth control, perhaps with the intentions to get knocked up with someone other than me. I knew I had all these fantasies, and more... I tried to convince myself that everything on that laptop was just a fantasy, but, deep inside me there was a twisted me who actually wanted everything to become true.

"Do you want me to get knocked up by someone else or not?" My dick got even more hard and twiched twice. I knew that she understood my answer as she had a smile on that pretty face now, so she started to stroke a bit harder my cock. "Baby, as I decided to be completely honest with you, I need to confess you that... Yes... that's one of my most desired fantasies, are you not angry with me?".

“My God! This has taken hold of you, hasn’t it? How an I be angry with you my love. Listen, I love you, and I want to grow old with you. I want us to be happy, of course, but having one’s deepest desire squelched in a marriage could possibly cause problems. I don’t want anything between us. Now, say that I did have another man’s child, are you like those other men in the letters who never have any children themselves?”

"Yes."

From this moment on, things got intense to say the least!

“Ok. Should we move forward with this?”

Suddenly, my hard penis erupted uncontrollably. She watched this with wide eyes and amazement, having never seen anything like this from me before, and then said, with a bit of sly grin, “Ok! From now on, the only way that stuff will ever find my pussy is if you get a vasectomy. Otherwise, buddy, it’s condoms for you from here on out! Can we agree on this?”

Sprouting another erection, I said "Yes".

Then she left me with all that mess over my stomach. I was trying to process all that happened. I can say that I have never cummed that hard before in my entire life, and surely she also knows it. I can't believe what did I agree into, I agreed to lose the chance that nature has give me to reproduce, was she real about getting me a vasectomy? That means we would never have a baby, or at least not with my DNA, fuckk; just the thought about it made my heart hurt but at the same time it was getting me hard again... and what about the other part? was she real about getting pregnant by another man? ? Maybe it was all the heat of the moment... or maybe not.