They pulled out carefully, and slipped me from Rick so gently, and Carl grabbed some pillows, propped them under my ass.
“Stay still,” he said. “Give it the best chance.”
I could hardly breathe, praying they would give me a baby.
They fucked me slowly, all night long. Filling me up, the words unspoken. Carl first, as Rick grabbed some sleep, coming deep inside before he slipped his hand over to Rick’s side of the bed, took his cock in hand.
Rick groaned and shifted in his sleep, his eyes fluttering open as he began to thrust into Carl’s hand.
He didn’t need prompting, taking Carl’s position as soon as Carl pulled out, and Rick took me next, crying out as Carl pushed his fingers in his ass.
I was lost, delirious in the sensations, taking everything they had to give me, everything they could give me, my pussy clenching tight as I spiralled towards another climax of my own.
I couldn’t stop smiling as Rick came, couldn’t stop the euphoria as my pussy took a fresh load of cum.
I pulled them both close as we caught our breath, and they were smiling too, I could feel it.
“I wonder,” Rick said, his fingers on my tummy. “I wonder if it’s happening.”
“Time will tell,” Carl said. “But we can hope.”
“Screw that,” I laughed. “We’ve got another forty-eight hour window. We’ll be going again in the morning.”
There wasn’t any argument from their side.
It took me four months to conceive. Four months of trying. Of popping the vitamins and checking the dates, and waiting with bated breath.
Oh, and four blissful months of taking cock. Lots of cock.
I didn’t tell them at first, and they didn’t ask. They didn’t voice the obvious, our wall calendar making it perfectly clear for everyone to see without tempting fate.
One day late, two days late, three days late.
I took out the pregnancy test, placed it on the kitchen island after dinner.
“It’s time,” I said.
You could have cut the tension with a knife.
“Fuck,” Rick said. He held up his hands. “I’m shaking, I’m shaking so fucking bad.”
Carl took his fingers in his, kissed them. “What will be will be,” he said. “We keep trying if not, no big deal.” He looked at me. “No big deal, Katie, if it’s not… if you’re not…”
I nodded. “I know.”
I put my hand on my belly, hoping, just hoping my instincts were right. The sickness, the tiredness, the weird flutters.
“Let’s do this,” I said, and set off for the bathroom.
Carl stood so still as I pissed on the stick, but Rick was pacing, twitchy.
I took a deep breath, and my fingers were shaking as I held that test, waiting for the result to show up.
My God, the tension was palpable. I had to laugh just to break the atmosphere.
“Shit,” I said. “I can hardly stand it. My heart!”
“Mine, too,” Carl said.