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I Want You
by Pskao (pskao@juno.com)

***

A woman describes how she got pregnant for the first 
time in the late 1970s by a complete stranger, and how 
that act had excited her husband. She didn't learn who 
the stranger was until she visited her mother who had a 
photo of the man when he was a teenager. (MF, inc, 
wife, preg)

***

As I raised my glass to let the guy I was flirting with 
know that I was married, the very sexy man I'd seen 
when I first entered the hotel ballroom came over and 
whispered in my ear, "I've been watching you all 
evening, and I want you," before he threaded his way 
out of the crowded room.

I smiled at the guy I'd been flirting with, then turned 
to follow the sexy red-haired man. I smiled at my 
husband before leaving the room, but I'm not sure he 
saw me. The redhead was waiting for me by the 
elevators. As we rode the elevator, I could feel my 
panties getting soaked. I'd started getting wet the 
moment I saw this man. He seemed vaguely familiar, but 
I wasn't sure if we'd ever met. I kept getting moister 
every time I noticed him looking at me throughout the 
evening. When he whispered "I want you" back in the 
ballroom, I could feel the spigot in my pussy open.

I'd been married to Bob for five years since the mid-
1970s.

He was very proud of my looks and always wanted to show 
me off. He'd even wanted me to fuck other men, but I 
limited myself to giving the guys I flirted with 
handjobs or blowjobs. I always told Bob everything 
about these encounters, and he always encouraged me to 
go further, but I hadn't yet. In the two or three 
months before the conference party in the hotel 
ballroom, I'd even stopped going out with guys to give 
them handjobs or blowjobs, as I'd gone off birth 
control because Bob and I were trying to start a 
family. He seemed a bit disappointed that I'd stopped 
going out with other guys, but his attempts to get me 
to continue flirting seemed half-hearted to me.

So what was I doing in this elevator with this 
stranger? I don't know. He was certainly sexy with 
immense animal magnetism, which you might expect from 
salespeople at a salesmen's convention, but Mr. Red 
seemed to have more than most. He'd gotten my pussy wet 
just by looking at me, but I certainly hadn't planned 
on doing any more than just looking. Something about 
the way he approached me even though I was flirting 
with another guy, and then whispering "I want you" 
after I flashed my wedding ring set, snapped something 
inside of me. I wanted this confident man to be the 
father of my child.

My pussy was positively squishy as I stepped off the 
elevator with Mr. Red. I think he started smelling me 
in the enclosed elevator, but I was even wetter now, so 
I think he could smell me as we walked down the hall to 
his room. I know I thought I smelled even stronger to 
myself in the hall. I knew I was going to get fucked, 
hopefully multiple times. I hoped his technique was 
good enough to get me off at least once, although I 
suspected that my own desires would help me orgasm.

I was going to get fucked! While not a virgin when I 
married Bob, I wasn't really a party girl either. I was 
too afraid of catching some disease, and most guys 
didn't want to fuck using a condom. While I enjoyed 
flirting (I still do, 30 years later), I was looking 
for a serious relationship with someone I could marry. 
Having a reputation as a slut wouldn't catch me the 
kind of guy I wanted to marry. Bob was (and is) my 
ideal husband, and until that night, I'd been faithful 
(except for handjobs and blowjobs--Mr. Clinton, I 
sympathize) to him. Now I was going to get fucked for 
the first time since my marriage to someone other than 
my husband.

By the time we reached his door, I could feel my 
wetness dripping down to my stocking tops as my panties 
overflowed with my juices. Once we were inside, Mr. Red 
kissed me and I kissed him back. He raised my skirt and 
pulled my soggy panties down while kissing me. He felt 
my pussy and knew I was ready. I stepped out of my 
panties and heard a zipper, then he pushed me against 
the wall while still kissing me, raised one of my legs, 
then pushed himself into me in one long stroke. God! He 
was a lot thicker and a lot longer than anyone else I'd 
ever fucked! I was coming even before he reached the 
end of my pussy.

Feeling him lightly tap my cervix put me into a 
gigantic orgasm. I don't know how long I came, but when 
I finally became aware of my surroundings again, I 
noticed my blouse and bra were gone and Mr. Red was 
having his final spasms inside of me. That's not quite 
correct, as he came inside me at least twice more 
before I left his room.

He pulled out and said, "Take off your skirt and get on 
the bed on your hands and knees. I want you again."

When he said that, I realized we hadn't said anything 
to each other since he whispered "I want you" ages ago. 
As I did as he said, I said, "I hope you got me 
pregnant!" I'm not sure why I told him, but I noticed 
my words stiffened his cock.

He said, "I like fucking a woman in all three holes 
before letting her go, but I'll forego one to have 
another shot at your tight pussy. Have you ever given a 
blowjob?"

I nodded and he asked, "Have you ever been fucked in 
the ass?"

"No," I said softly.

"Good," he said. "I like taking cherries. I'll go slow 
and easy and make it feel good for you. I promise." 
Then he pulled me to the edge of the bed and lined up 
his cock with my asshole. He scooped our combined 
juices out of my pussy and put some in my ass. He did 
it again, this time using two, then again with three 
fingers. He did it one more time, stretching my 
asshole. Then he put his cock in my pussy to coat it 
with more of our juices before pulling it out and 
putting it to my asshole.

His fingers had widened me a bit, so he was able to get 
most of his cockhead in. He pulled out then back in 
again, each time getting a little deeper. After no more 
than four strokes, his cockhead was in my ass. He'd 
apply steady pressure to get in as far as he could, 
then start fucking to slowly loosen me up. He repeated 
this until I could feel him against my stomach. He was 
completely in me. Just the idea of getting fucked in 
the ass by an expert kept me from tightening and 
hurting myself. When he reached around and played with 
my clit while fucking my ass, he made me come. I was 
amazed. I was having an orgasm with a dick in my ass! 
The very thought made me come again. I stopped worrying 
about whether or not Mr. Red could me an orgasm.

He didn't make me come as hard as I did when he fucked 
me standing against the wall, but all orgasms are good! 
At first, I'd said, "You're making me come!" when I 
came, but he fucked me so long, that I shortened my 
speeches to "Again!" and eventually to just "Ungh!" 
when I became wordless. I'm normally pretty articulate, 
but he was fucking me into incoherence.

Eventually, he came in my ass. After he pulled out, he 
rolled me onto my back and turned me around so that he 
could put his cock in my mouth. "Clean me," he said. 
He'd fucked me so deep into submission that I willing 
took his shit-smeared cock into my mouth and cleaned 
him. I enjoyed it, too, but not the taste--just the 
idea of being his slave. I also swallowed when he 
pulled out. Anything to please him.

He said, "You didn't have to do that, but I like it! 
Come on, get up! I need to wash my cock and you need to 
rinse out your mouth!" he said, laughing at me. I 
didn't mind.

"Do you really want me to get you pregnant?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Why?"

"Your cock is much better than my husband's, and you're 
a much better lover. Also, there's something so strong 
and attractive about you that I want to pass on to my 
child," I replied. We were at the bathroom sink.

"Well then, I don't want to get any bacteria in your 
pussy, so wash me clean and then rinse your mouth out," 
he said. "There's mouthwash here, if you want, or you 
can use water if you prefer," he said, pointing to the 
various items.

Back in the bedroom, he said, "I've fucked you twice. 
Now I want to make love to you," and he did. He did it 
very well, too. I certainly felt a lot of love from him 
this time. He also gave me plenty more orgasms. I 
passed out for a moment, feeling him come inside me.

When I awoke, he was smiling down at me. "Do you need 
to go back?" he asked.

I looked at the clock and bolted upright. "Is that the 
time!? Oh my god! Bob's going to be worried! I have to 
go!" I got up and started dressing myself. I could see 
there were runs in my stockings, and they were crooked, 
but getting dressed and back to the ballroom was my 
first priority. Once dressed, I looked in the mirror 
and was shocked. My make-up clearly said that I'd been 
more than naughty. Rather than take the time to redo 
it, I cleaned it all off my face. Mr. Red said, "Man, 
you look good that way, too."

I kissed him lightly and left. My already-soggy panties 
got soggier as Mr. Red's juices leaked out of both of 
my holes. The tops of my stockings were soaked by the 
time I reached the ballroom. There was still a small 
group of people there, including Bob. He smiled and 
came to me when he saw me. He looked at my face and 
knew something was wrong. He started sniffing and 
immediately knew what had happened, as he smelled not 
only my scent but also a male orgasmic scent wafting 
from the bottom of my skirt.

He turned me around, looked back into the room and 
said, "I have to take care of my wife. I'll talk to you 
tomorrow," and led me back to the elevators.

We were alone in the elevator, so I started telling him 
about my activities this evening, leaving nothing out, 
but afraid he'd be angry. Silly me! This was the sort 
of thing Bob had been encouraging me to do since 
shortly after our honeymoon! Bob got hard and was 
kissing me as the elevator doors opened to our floor. 
He had his hand up my skirt and under my dripping 
panties while walking down the hall to our room.

In our room, Bob kissed me, pulled down my panties, 
unzipped himself, lifted one of my legs, and fucked me 
standing against the wall just as Mr. Red had. He took 
off my blouse and bra while we fucked, but I wasn't 
having orgasms so strong that I lost track of things 
this time. Bob did everything to me that Mr. Red did, 
so Bob was the second guy in my ass, but I made him 
wash his cock before letting him put it in my mouth or 
in my pussy again.

Finally Bob was fucked-out. He smiled at me and asked, 
"So what was this guy's name?"

"I don't know. He didn't say much, and I said even 
less.

We never asked for each others' names," I replied.

"Wow! Your first zipless fuck!" was Bob's reaction. "I 
hope you do it again!"

If I did or not, I'm not telling.

 Epilogue

Nine months later, I gave birth to a beautiful auburn-
haired girl. About a month later, we took her to visit 
first Bob's parents and then my parents. It was while 
visiting Mom that I learned of Mr. Red's identity. I'd 
nursed the baby and gotten her to sleep, and Dad and 
Bob went out to do manly things (whatever they are).

I was looking in Mom's Bible when I found an old photo 
of a teenager who looked an awful lot like a younger 
version of Mr. Red. When I went out to asked Mom about 
it, she turned bright red and then deathly pale. "Put 
that back!" she shouted. "Put it back now, young lady!"

I put it back in her Bible. I asked, "Who was it?"

"You don't need to know!" she replied sternly.

"But, Mom..."

"NO! I'm not going to tell you! You don't need to 
know!" Mom obviously didn't want me to know who this 
teenager was. I needed to know who the father of my 
daughter was.

I said, "I think he's my baby's father! Who is he?"

Mom was in shock. She said, "What?! NO! It can't be! 
This can't be happening!"

"It IS happening. We barely exchanged ten sentences 
with the man, and we never exchanged names. Now who is 
he?" I demanded.

"Oh God! I'll tell you. Does Bob know?" Mom asked, 
maybe to delay her day of reckoning.

"Yes. I told Bob right after I left Mr. Red, which is 
what I've been calling him," I responded.

"Bob didn't mind?!" Mom asked.

"No, in fact Bob was thrilled I'd finally realized one 
of his fantasies and fucked another man. We did the 
same things Mr. Red and I did once we got back to our 
room. Now stop delaying, Mom! Who is Mr. Red!?" I 
demanded.

In a small voice, as small as she could make it and 
still be audible, Mom said, "He's your father, your 
real father."

Now I was in shock.

Mom continued, "Have you never wondered why you have 
chestnut hair while both your dad and I have black 
hair? Have you never wondered why most of the kids your 
age in this neighborhood have reddish hair?"

"I thought it was normal," I said meekly.

"No, it's not. It's all because of..." and she said his 
name, his real name. Because I've read other stories 
here about this fellow by pskao, I'm going to use the 
name in them and call Mr. Red "Dan" as in the other 
stories.

Mom then proceeded to tell me what she knew of Dan in 
our town, and how he'd impregnated many of the women in 
the neighborhood, including some, like the preacher's 
wife and the Sunday School teacher and his own mother 
(!) several times. The rumor was that Dan's mother 
convinced him to stick with married women so as not to 
get any unmarried women into trouble. As far as Mom 
knew, Dan kept to married women.

Most of the women in town knew who the father of the 
redheaded babies was, and Mom thought some of the men 
did too. Still, some of the redheads my age had married 
other redheads, even though they were probably at least 
half-brother and sister. Mom said that all their babies 
seemed to be smart and healthy though, although all of 
us redheads seemed to be hornier than the blonds and 
brunettes.

Mom said there's a new crop of redheaded babies being 
born, and Dan isn't their father. She thought his kids 
are getting married women and each other pregnant. Dan 
hadn't been around enough for him to have done it.

Mom told me to teach my daughter what Dan had taught 
many of the women he'd gotten pregnant: Teach her teach 
her own son (if any) that "no" means no, and boys 
should stick to married women to avoid causing problems 
of a unwanted pregnancy to a unmarried girl.

As I've had a taste of incest, I sometimes frequent 
relevant websites. I read pskao's stories about Dan, 
wrote my own, and sent it to pskao to post for me. It's 
been around 30 years, but that evening is still the 
best sexual experience I've ever had. I still 
masturbate to those memories. I wish I could've met Dan 
again. At any time over the past 30 years, I'd have let 
Dan, my father, Mr. Red, impregnate me again.

 The End

Other stories with Dan can be found in Kristen's 
Collection - Directories 33 and 34.

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