Lena and Nate were the sweet, quiet couple next door. Everyone liked them. They are always smiling, keeping to themselves. But under all that calm, something was off. You could tell. Lena looked tired all the time. Nate started drinking more. I didn’t think much of it until one afternoon, Lena knocked on my door.
My wife wasn’t home. Lena stood there in a hoodie and leggings, no makeup, eyes puffy like she’d been crying. “Can I come in?” she asked. Of course I said yes.
She sat on the couch, fiddling with her fingers, not looking at me at first. “I’m gonna say something crazy,” she muttered, voice low. “But I don’t know who else to talk to.”
I leaned in. “What’s going on? Did you and Nate break up?
She finally looked at me. “We’ve been trying to have a baby for years,” she said. “We’ve done everything. Tests. Doctors, they said Nate’s sperm count is too low.”
I nodded slowly. I didn’t know what to say. That’s a hard thing to hear from someone you barely know beyond wave-from-the-porch level.
“We talked about donors,” she continued. “But I can’t do clinics. I don’t want a stranger’s baby. I want someone real. Someone I know. Someone I can trust.” She paused. “I want to do it naturally.”
I didn’t get it at first. “Wait….like sex with another guy?”
She nodded. “With you.”
I thought she was messing with me. But her face was dead serious. Her eyes were already watery. She wasn’t flirting. She was desperate.
My stomach flipped. My throat went dry. She wanted me to fuck her. Not because she wanted to have fun, but to have a baby.
“I won’t tell anyone. Not even Nate.” she said. “I don’t know what will my wife say about thi–” I replied but she cut me off. “Please. Not even your wife. I want Nate to think that it was a miracle I got pregnant” she said.
I should’ve said no. I was married. But instead, I said, “When?”
“Now….at our house” she answered.
I was shocked and thrilled at the same time. “O-okay.. Sure.” I replied
We then went to their house.
She pulled me in and pulled me to the bedroom. No lights. Just the TV playing some random cooking show in the background. I barely had time to think before she kissed me. Her lips were soft. She moaned into my mouth as I slid my hands under her shirt. She was already wet — soaked. My fingers slid between her thighs and she gasped, clinging to me.
I dropped my pants. She dropped to her knees, but I stopped her. “You said you wanted it natural and sex only" I said.
She nodded, climbed on the bed, spread her legs without a word.
I slid my dick inside her slowly, watching her bite her lip. Her eyes rolled back. She wrapped her arms and legs around me like she didn’t want to let go. “Don’t pull out,” she whispered. “Please. Just cum inside me. I need it.”
Her pussy was so tight. Her scent was so good. I couldn’t help myself and sucked her tits. I was enjoying it too.
It was supposed to be a job. But it didn’t feel like that. It felt filthy and real. I stayed deep inside her when I came, and she held me there, legs shaking, panting into my shoulder.
We did it again two nights later. Then again. Each time it got hotter. She stopped pretending. She begged me to cum deep, to hold her tight. “I want you to fill me with your cum”
I stopped looking my wife in the eye. She asked why I was acting distant. I made excuses. “Just tired. Work’s been rough.” I couldn’t tell her that I was sneaking next door to breed our neighbor on her fertile nights.
@Breeding focus
RedQuill