Longtime followers know how gripped I’ve been in the past wi..

Longtime followers know how gripped I’ve been in the past with a little affliction known as “baby fever.” I’ve heard that it’s quite common among women of a certain age- particularly those of us who happen to be careening toward menopause. Longtime followers also know that my sweet husband has been incapable of fathering a b@by for close to two decades now. And that two years ago, a sexy y0ung bull surprised me by actually planting a seed. I honestly thought it was dream when I finally worked up the courage to take a test and the thing came back positive. Up until that point, I figured something like that was no longer even possible for me. Imagine my surprise. For as long as I live, I’ll never forget the landslide of emotions that gripped for those several days afterward. Hubby and I had made the decision to allow me to enjoy my bulls unprotected precisely because of just how unlikely a pregnancy was at this point in my life. So how the fuck was I going to explain any of this to Scott? The prospect of me carrying another man’s chiId had never been part of our deal. Was he going to leave me? If not, would he be capable of loving this new member of our family as his very own? The swirling combination of joy and fear made it impossible to sleep for more than a handful of nights. When I finally built up the courage to tell my husband, I was overwhelmed by how loving and supportive he was. Frankly, I was in absolute heaven. So not surprisingly, the miscarriage that followed shortly afterward left me in a state of depression that lasted for several months. But it also helped to foster the unique relationship that I now have with my OB/GYN, Jessica, who only just recently has helped me understand more clearly some of the hormonal changes that I’m currently experiencing. To sum things up, my baby fever has a physiological basis. I’m literally in the last throes of fertiIity - a sort of “super heat” that for a few days each month has me aching to be on my back for just about every stud I encounter in my daily life. But, alas for them, if such an unlikely outcome is destined to happen, only one man will have the privilege. Not surprisingly, that man is my sexy y0ung alpha. Which is why every time I spread my legs now for my alpha (like this past Saturday, for instance), at some point I whisper into his ear that there will be no pulling out. Once he finally manages to get each and every one his ten very thick inches inside of me, the new rule is that he absolutely has to let nature take its course. And by that, I mean he has to let my fertiIe little married pussy milk every last drop of seed from his balls. For my bull’s part, the idea of fathering a chiId with me is a huge turn on. All alphas are wired that way, I suppose. But I can honestly feel him get even harder inside of me when I tell him I want him to put his b@by inside of me. Especially so when I tell him in front of my sweet husband. Now if I could only get my husband back on board. Since things have been so strained with him lately, it’s not something I relish bringing up with him. But time is definitely of the essence, and maybe it’s one of those areas where it’s better to ask for forgiveness than it is to ask for permission😉 In any event, more on hubby, Chrissy and our sessions with Joann coming up tomorrow - not to mention the outcome of my own little New Year’s Eve face sitting session. Incidentally, my husband has literally been begging me to do it again.