Wait six months

Six months have passed with tons of meaningless sex, but the first encounter remains concrete in your mind.

At least until you find yourself back at the mall six months later, and Heather's voice once again fills your ear.

"Hi there."

You turn to see Heather, and as soon as your eyes hit her, you realize your wish worked on her. Her stomach is rounded from being six months pregnant. She is wearing a black maternity dress.

"Oh, hi Heather," your eyes apparently stayed on her belly.

Heather apparently notices where your eyes are and rubs her belly with her left hand. "Triplets," much to your surprise, her ring is still there.

"Wow, three, do you know the sex?"

"No, we don't know yet, but I'll be sure to tell you because," she leans into you," they're yours."

You already know they were, but the sound of her saying it made your cock twitch. "So, is your husband okay with it?"

"Actually, I convinced him that we had sex when he got drunk a week before I met you. Which is actually why I am here. I agree to get Samantha a gift every six months if she doesn't tell her father about my ... extra activity. I know my husband sleeps around all the time, and I do it once, and I'm forever in debt to my own daughter," she pauses, " speaking about sleeping around. My pregnant ass is horny as hell, and Jim"(her husband) "won't touch me, and you look so damn good looking, not to mention I already know about your massive cock and how good it feels."