Sperm Wars Scene 6 A Chance Affair
CHAPTER THREE
Sperm Wars SCENE 6
A Chance Affair
From the book by Robin Baker
The woman was out on her Wednesday night ritual with eight of her girlfriends. She had been going out like this for over a year. About a dozen of them were involved, but not everybody went out every week. Typically, their night centred on lots of drinking and talking, a meal and sometimes a club. Occasionally, a man or two would move in and try to prise somebody away from the group. They expected each other from time to time to talk to, and perhaps even leave with, a man. Even though most of them had a male partner at home, the group enjoyed an unspoken sisterly complicity.
Tonight, it was her turn. Quite by chance, who should walk into the bar but the man she had met during her last schoolgirl summer — the one who, for a few months, had been her weekend sexual partner during her first term as a student. They recognised each other immediately and spent virtually the whole evening talking, catching up on events since their last, rather acrimonious, meeting. She learned that he now worked at the other end of the country but was in town for a week on business, staying in a nearby hotel. Now nearly thirty, he was still not living with anybody, but had a girlfriend — or two.
He still oozed masculinity, promiscuity — and unreliability. Kudos though there had been in being his girlfriend, she had eventually finished with him on discovering his many and varied infidelities. At that vulnerable stage in her life she had needed someone she could rely on. Now, however, meeting him out of the blue, many of her old feelings returned. All the same, HI the end of the evening she rejoined her group.
At lunchtime the next day, he turned up at her work and took her out for a snatched bar lunch. Over lunch, they arranged to meet for a meal that evening. As it was Thursday and her partner would be out with his friends, she reasoned there was no need or point in telling him. As far as she was concerned, the evening would be totally innocent and therefore not worth mentioning anyway. Even so, she took her ex-boyfriend to a restaurant some way out of town where they were unlikely to Be seen.
All through the evening, it was obvious he was expecting them to end up in bed back at his hotel. He was very attentive and flirtatious and from time to time would find an excuse to touch her. But the thought of infidelity never seriously crossed her mind. She still found him attractive and his touches arousing, but she also found his expectation of sex irritating, almost offensive. As a result, she had long cool phases inwards him throughout the evening. Eventually, he got the message and backed off. On the return journey to her home they simply exchanged pleasantries.
In the few moments before she got out of his car, they spoke as if they were never going to meet again. She surprised herself when a sudden feeling of warmth, nostalgia and maybe guilt prompted her to kiss him briefly on the cheek. She surprised herself even more when she kissed him again, this time on the lips. Somewhat flustered by this momentary surge of passion, she got quickly out of the car, wished him a good life, and went inside.
When her partner returned home an hour later, she was in bed pretending to be asleep. As he fell into a drunken sleep and began a night of snoring, her thoughts and dreams raced around with the excitement of the evening. At some unknown hour of the night she surfaced just enough to realise she had climaxed in her sleep.
All the next day, at work, she couldn't believe how easy it had all been. She had spent the evening, albeit quite innocently, with another man, and absolutely no one had known about it. The man, their evening, their conversation and their kiss, as well as memories of their earlier sex life when she was still a teenager, were at the back of her mind continually as she worked. Her thoughts kept her in an almost permanent state of subliminal excitement. Her knickers were damp virtually all day and on one visit to the toilet she masturbated.
She didn't have sex with her partner that Friday night but she did both on Saturday and on Sunday. On Saturday night she more or less insisted that he gave her an orgasm before entering her. It was rare for her to climax during intercourse itself. She never expected to and on the occasions when she really wanted an orgasm she made sure it was during foreplay. On Sunday morning she had masturbated while in the bath, then appeared naked in the lounge and seduced her partner into sex on the floor. During each orgasm over the weekend, even during foreplay, the fantasy in her mind was not of her partner (it never was these days!) but of a real or imaginary scene from the past with her ex-boyfriend.
All weekend, she secretly relished her burst of sexual activity and excitement. At no point, however, did she ever contemplate doing anything more dangerous than fantasise about illicit sex. But on Monday, back at work, her mood began to change. Her ex-boyfriend was leaving on Thursday and she might never see him again. An idea began to form in her mind and her excitement slowly turned to nervousness. Maybe she should see him just one more time. It would be easy to arrange. Instead of going out with her friends on Wednesday night, she could spend the evening with him. All she had to do was pick up the phone, call his mobile, and arrange it. Easy.
The thought both excited and frightened her, so much so that all day Monday she did nothing but relish it. On Tuesday she found the courage to phone just once, but got no answer. After that, her nerve failed and she didn't try again that day. On Wednesday morning, her mood changed from fear and guilt to one of calm confidence. Why shouldn't she see him again? He was an old friend and this could be her last opportunity. After all, their previous evening together had been innocent enough — there was no need to feel guilty or nervous. But maybe there was no need to tell anyone, either.
At her third attempt, he answered his phone. He was pleased and surprised to hear from her but was in a hurry and, without time to discuss arrangements, suggested that she call for him at his hotel that evening. She agreed, and spent the rest of the day in a state of high excitement. She told her friends at work that she had to visit her sister, and so would not be with them at their weekly get-together. She told her partner, as she left him at seven o'clock, that she felt like going on to a club and so might be late. He complained, but not much.
She was nervous as she arrived at the hotel and the first few minutes of conversation were very awkward. However, even before they had finished their first drink at the hotel bar, it was as if they were students again. The last six years apart had never happened. Tonight, her mood and behaviour were quite different from the previous Thursday. After another drink she sat with her knees touching his, and as the conversation flowed touched him frequently on his leg or arm with her open hand. When he suggested they eat in the hotel restaurant 'to avoid going out in the cold', she readily agreed. After eating, he 'just had to go up to his room' to get a photograph to show her. She went with him because she had 'always wanted to see what the rooms were like in this hotel'.
He never did show her the photograph. Within moments of closing the door they were kissing and removing each other's clothes. Almost before she could take a breath they were naked on the floor and he was inside her, ejaculating. She had been taken aback by his urgency but made no attempt to slow him down. He did not offer to use a condom or to withdraw, and it never crossed her mind to ask. Her vagina had been wet with anticipation all day and as she walked into his room it had been in full flow. Penetration had been quick and easy and ejaculation had been swift.
When it was over he apologised, saying that his urgency was because he had never stopped loving her and had been desperate for her. He promised that if they got off the floor and into bed he would make it up to her. And he did. For half an hour he caressed and played with her body with an understanding of her womanhood that her partner had never shown. After she climaxed, they dozed for a while in] each other's arms. Then they began all over again. He still 1 penetrated her early, but this time his urgency had gone. Thrusting was slow and long. Unusually for her, she climaxed) during thrusting, just a few seconds before he ejaculated.
They settled into another post-coital embrace, but their tranquillity did not last for long. For the first time that night, guilt and panic began to grow in her mind. It was getting late Quickly, her fear became all-consuming. She had to get home. He urged her to stay the night — to phone her partner and give some excuse for not going home. But she would not hear of it. She just had to get home. Eventually, she escaped from his bed on the pretext of going to the toilet. Then she refused to return and began to get dressed. Conversation became tense and forced. She even became irritable with him and their parting was an awkward affair. As she taxied home, her flowback seeped on to her knickers in a replay of past times. But she did not notice. Her mind was too full of what she should do when she got home.
Quietly, so as not to wake her partner, she undressed, washed herself thoroughly, then got into bed. Then she set about waking and arousing him. When he was erect, even before he was fully awake, she sat astride him, inserted his penis, and after a while managed to get him to ejaculate inside her. He dimly registered that she was very wet but thought no more of it, and concentrated instead on enjoying an intercourse without effort.
The next day, her ex-boyfriend left for home. They were never to see each other again. The day after that she ovulated and conceived. Over the next three weeks, she and her partner had sex nearly every other day. By the time she discovered her pregnancy, her night of infidelity had become a distant memory. The guilt and fear had all but gone and she could almost believe it had never happened. She gradually convinced herself that the baby was in fact her partner's. After all, she'd had sex with him about sixteen times that month compared with that single night with her ex-boyfriend.
Nine months later she was to have a daughter. Two years after that, she and her partner had a son, followed three years later by another daughter. As the elder daughter grew she came to look more and more like her mother. She also became noticeably more attractive, more dynamic and more popular than the two younger c***dren. However, the differences between them seemed no greater than between many brothers and sisters.
In the years to come, the woman's partner never once suspected that at the conception of her first c***d her body had contained sperm from another man, as well as from him. Even she, of course, never knew for certain what happened inside her body over those few critical days. Neither of them was ever to know that the tiny sperm that entered her egg to produce her first daughter was in fact not her partner's but her ex- boyfriend's.
Sperm Wars SCENE 6
A Chance Affair
From the book by Robin Baker
The woman was out on her Wednesday night ritual with eight of her girlfriends. She had been going out like this for over a year. About a dozen of them were involved, but not everybody went out every week. Typically, their night centred on lots of drinking and talking, a meal and sometimes a club. Occasionally, a man or two would move in and try to prise somebody away from the group. They expected each other from time to time to talk to, and perhaps even leave with, a man. Even though most of them had a male partner at home, the group enjoyed an unspoken sisterly complicity.
Tonight, it was her turn. Quite by chance, who should walk into the bar but the man she had met during her last schoolgirl summer — the one who, for a few months, had been her weekend sexual partner during her first term as a student. They recognised each other immediately and spent virtually the whole evening talking, catching up on events since their last, rather acrimonious, meeting. She learned that he now worked at the other end of the country but was in town for a week on business, staying in a nearby hotel. Now nearly thirty, he was still not living with anybody, but had a girlfriend — or two.
He still oozed masculinity, promiscuity — and unreliability. Kudos though there had been in being his girlfriend, she had eventually finished with him on discovering his many and varied infidelities. At that vulnerable stage in her life she had needed someone she could rely on. Now, however, meeting him out of the blue, many of her old feelings returned. All the same, HI the end of the evening she rejoined her group.
At lunchtime the next day, he turned up at her work and took her out for a snatched bar lunch. Over lunch, they arranged to meet for a meal that evening. As it was Thursday and her partner would be out with his friends, she reasoned there was no need or point in telling him. As far as she was concerned, the evening would be totally innocent and therefore not worth mentioning anyway. Even so, she took her ex-boyfriend to a restaurant some way out of town where they were unlikely to Be seen.
All through the evening, it was obvious he was expecting them to end up in bed back at his hotel. He was very attentive and flirtatious and from time to time would find an excuse to touch her. But the thought of infidelity never seriously crossed her mind. She still found him attractive and his touches arousing, but she also found his expectation of sex irritating, almost offensive. As a result, she had long cool phases inwards him throughout the evening. Eventually, he got the message and backed off. On the return journey to her home they simply exchanged pleasantries.
In the few moments before she got out of his car, they spoke as if they were never going to meet again. She surprised herself when a sudden feeling of warmth, nostalgia and maybe guilt prompted her to kiss him briefly on the cheek. She surprised herself even more when she kissed him again, this time on the lips. Somewhat flustered by this momentary surge of passion, she got quickly out of the car, wished him a good life, and went inside.
When her partner returned home an hour later, she was in bed pretending to be asleep. As he fell into a drunken sleep and began a night of snoring, her thoughts and dreams raced around with the excitement of the evening. At some unknown hour of the night she surfaced just enough to realise she had climaxed in her sleep.
All the next day, at work, she couldn't believe how easy it had all been. She had spent the evening, albeit quite innocently, with another man, and absolutely no one had known about it. The man, their evening, their conversation and their kiss, as well as memories of their earlier sex life when she was still a teenager, were at the back of her mind continually as she worked. Her thoughts kept her in an almost permanent state of subliminal excitement. Her knickers were damp virtually all day and on one visit to the toilet she masturbated.
She didn't have sex with her partner that Friday night but she did both on Saturday and on Sunday. On Saturday night she more or less insisted that he gave her an orgasm before entering her. It was rare for her to climax during intercourse itself. She never expected to and on the occasions when she really wanted an orgasm she made sure it was during foreplay. On Sunday morning she had masturbated while in the bath, then appeared naked in the lounge and seduced her partner into sex on the floor. During each orgasm over the weekend, even during foreplay, the fantasy in her mind was not of her partner (it never was these days!) but of a real or imaginary scene from the past with her ex-boyfriend.
All weekend, she secretly relished her burst of sexual activity and excitement. At no point, however, did she ever contemplate doing anything more dangerous than fantasise about illicit sex. But on Monday, back at work, her mood began to change. Her ex-boyfriend was leaving on Thursday and she might never see him again. An idea began to form in her mind and her excitement slowly turned to nervousness. Maybe she should see him just one more time. It would be easy to arrange. Instead of going out with her friends on Wednesday night, she could spend the evening with him. All she had to do was pick up the phone, call his mobile, and arrange it. Easy.
The thought both excited and frightened her, so much so that all day Monday she did nothing but relish it. On Tuesday she found the courage to phone just once, but got no answer. After that, her nerve failed and she didn't try again that day. On Wednesday morning, her mood changed from fear and guilt to one of calm confidence. Why shouldn't she see him again? He was an old friend and this could be her last opportunity. After all, their previous evening together had been innocent enough — there was no need to feel guilty or nervous. But maybe there was no need to tell anyone, either.
At her third attempt, he answered his phone. He was pleased and surprised to hear from her but was in a hurry and, without time to discuss arrangements, suggested that she call for him at his hotel that evening. She agreed, and spent the rest of the day in a state of high excitement. She told her friends at work that she had to visit her sister, and so would not be with them at their weekly get-together. She told her partner, as she left him at seven o'clock, that she felt like going on to a club and so might be late. He complained, but not much.
She was nervous as she arrived at the hotel and the first few minutes of conversation were very awkward. However, even before they had finished their first drink at the hotel bar, it was as if they were students again. The last six years apart had never happened. Tonight, her mood and behaviour were quite different from the previous Thursday. After another drink she sat with her knees touching his, and as the conversation flowed touched him frequently on his leg or arm with her open hand. When he suggested they eat in the hotel restaurant 'to avoid going out in the cold', she readily agreed. After eating, he 'just had to go up to his room' to get a photograph to show her. She went with him because she had 'always wanted to see what the rooms were like in this hotel'.
He never did show her the photograph. Within moments of closing the door they were kissing and removing each other's clothes. Almost before she could take a breath they were naked on the floor and he was inside her, ejaculating. She had been taken aback by his urgency but made no attempt to slow him down. He did not offer to use a condom or to withdraw, and it never crossed her mind to ask. Her vagina had been wet with anticipation all day and as she walked into his room it had been in full flow. Penetration had been quick and easy and ejaculation had been swift.
When it was over he apologised, saying that his urgency was because he had never stopped loving her and had been desperate for her. He promised that if they got off the floor and into bed he would make it up to her. And he did. For half an hour he caressed and played with her body with an understanding of her womanhood that her partner had never shown. After she climaxed, they dozed for a while in] each other's arms. Then they began all over again. He still 1 penetrated her early, but this time his urgency had gone. Thrusting was slow and long. Unusually for her, she climaxed) during thrusting, just a few seconds before he ejaculated.
They settled into another post-coital embrace, but their tranquillity did not last for long. For the first time that night, guilt and panic began to grow in her mind. It was getting late Quickly, her fear became all-consuming. She had to get home. He urged her to stay the night — to phone her partner and give some excuse for not going home. But she would not hear of it. She just had to get home. Eventually, she escaped from his bed on the pretext of going to the toilet. Then she refused to return and began to get dressed. Conversation became tense and forced. She even became irritable with him and their parting was an awkward affair. As she taxied home, her flowback seeped on to her knickers in a replay of past times. But she did not notice. Her mind was too full of what she should do when she got home.
Quietly, so as not to wake her partner, she undressed, washed herself thoroughly, then got into bed. Then she set about waking and arousing him. When he was erect, even before he was fully awake, she sat astride him, inserted his penis, and after a while managed to get him to ejaculate inside her. He dimly registered that she was very wet but thought no more of it, and concentrated instead on enjoying an intercourse without effort.
The next day, her ex-boyfriend left for home. They were never to see each other again. The day after that she ovulated and conceived. Over the next three weeks, she and her partner had sex nearly every other day. By the time she discovered her pregnancy, her night of infidelity had become a distant memory. The guilt and fear had all but gone and she could almost believe it had never happened. She gradually convinced herself that the baby was in fact her partner's. After all, she'd had sex with him about sixteen times that month compared with that single night with her ex-boyfriend.
Nine months later she was to have a daughter. Two years after that, she and her partner had a son, followed three years later by another daughter. As the elder daughter grew she came to look more and more like her mother. She also became noticeably more attractive, more dynamic and more popular than the two younger c***dren. However, the differences between them seemed no greater than between many brothers and sisters.
In the years to come, the woman's partner never once suspected that at the conception of her first c***d her body had contained sperm from another man, as well as from him. Even she, of course, never knew for certain what happened inside her body over those few critical days. Neither of them was ever to know that the tiny sperm that entered her egg to produce her first daughter was in fact not her partner's but her ex- boyfriend's.
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