Impregnating Julie

My next door neighbor is Julie Yamagata. She is 26 years old and married to a real nice guy that goes by the American name of James. He is an engineer for a large Japanese auto company in our town, and he and Julie moved in next door to me last year. He is from Japan, and he met the Japanese-American Julie when he was here for college. The ironic thing is that while she is full blooded Japanese, James is half Japanese, and half British as his mother was white. They have been married for five years, and have been working on having a baby since they moved in, but so far no luck.

My name is Rick Solomon and I am 45 years old. I recently retired, thanks to a good sense for stocks, hard work, and a modest life style. I am not married, my wife ran off with some prick she worked with, after 25 years of marriage and two grown children. The divorce was not too expensive, and three years in the past, so I try not to think about it. I still like to pound pussy every chance I get. I have to admit I have been on a bit of a dry spell as the women my age are all looking for marriage, and I am a little too old for the younger ones. Julie likes to come over and talk two or three days a week over coffee. I of course have not made any advances toward her as she is married and I am a stickler that married women are off limits.

Not that I would mind as she is a pretty girl with a stunning body. No more than five foot tall, and maybe 90 pounds soaking wet she has large tits, at least a C cup maybe D with large, pokey nipples. I know this because they always seem to be trying to rip out of whatever tight top she is wearing. She usually comes to visit after her workout and she is dressed in yoga pants, so I can admire her clam-shell pussy, and tight ass. She normally wears a tight shirt that does nothing to hide her popping nipples.

Today was no different, and she had been there for about five minutes. We were chatting about some work she wanted to do in her backyard, and I was trying to not stare at her tits that were even more on display than usual. I was almost sure she had not put on her sports bra today. How she could work out without one I didn’t know, but I was enjoying sneaking glances at her protruding nipples when I could.

She stopped talking and I kept my eyes locked on her face and I could see that she was about to cry. “What’s wrong Julie?” I asked her.

“It just the baby thing. I am still not pregnant and we have been trying for over a year.”

“Well sometimes it just takes a while,” I said trying to be helpful.

“I don’t think that's it,” she said almost in a whisper. “I had myself tested and the doctor found no problems with me. He said most likely James has a low sperm count, or some other issue like that. When I tried to talk to him about it he wouldn’t listen at all. Men have such stupid pride issues. It doesn’t make him any less of a man if he has a problem with his sperm.” She burst into tears at this point and I reached behind me and grabbed a tissue handing it to her.

“Rick, I want you to ask you something personal. It's OK if you say no, but I am hoping you will help me.”

“I don’t really think it will help if I talk to James," I answered her.

“No not that. I know that would only make things worse. What I am hoping for is for you to impregnate me,” she says finishing her sentence.