Chapter 47: Looking After Sarah and Anja

We had just finished dessert, and were all relaxing on the sofa, letting the evening settle around us, when a knock on the door announced Mark and David’s return. At the sound, Lena and Annika leapt up, clearly excited, and hurried to the door with a sparkle of anticipation. Nora watched them with a smirk, giving a low whistle before teasingly calling out, “Horny sluts, can’t get enough!”

Nora leaned in close, her grin wicked as she whispered, “Susan always said you had magic sperm, knocking their betrayed wives up would be a fitting payback to those cheating bastards.”

I gave her a knowing look. “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely knock them up good,” I whispered back, the excitement building in my chest. “You keep Mark and David busy while I take care of their wives.”

We both grinned, sharing a look that spoke volumes, fully aware we were in this devilish plan to cuckold together. Mark and David were so wrapped up in their own lust they didn’t even consider the risk. Sending a guy to their stunning wives, leaving them alone with me all night, was the dumbest move they could’ve made. Oh well, their mistake, and it was going to come with far-reaching consequences, especially since I had my little secret drug to make them ovulate like clockwork.

“Nora, you’ve got my devilish thinking. Do you realize you’ve already passed your older sister’s slut score today?” I teased, hinting at the fact that her sister Nina had never let anyone but me and her husband inside her perfect little snatch.

“Ah, no, I didn’t let them cum in me, that doesn’t count, does it?” Nora shot back playfully, a wicked grin lighting up her face. It was obvious how proud she was of finally keeping up with her two shameless friends and even surpassing her older sister’s sexual experience.

When we finally made our way to the door to greet our guests, we caught sight of Lena and Annika on their knees, both desperately trying to take those monster dicks into their mouths. Nora stifled a laugh, glancing over at me.

“Their mouths are way too small for those beasts,” she whispered with a smirk, eyeing the thick, threatening shafts that resembled a large cucumber more than anything else.

She shook her head, clearly amused. “Looks like they’re struggling to even fit the heads in, let alone take them all the way down. Kinda hot, though, don’t you think?”

“They are really huge, like tree trunks!” I admitted. “And look at those massive balls swinging behind them.”

“Uh, yeah, they’re big as walnuts!” she grinned, adding, “Gonna be drained nevertheless.”

I raised an eyebrow, smirking as I glanced at her. “You thinking about having them stretch you open again?”

Nora flashed me a wicked, teasing grin, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Maybe ... if they’re up for it,” she replied casually, shifting against me so her stiff little nipples dragged over my skin. “You got a problem with that?”

“Oh, hell no, Nora,” I murmured, grabbing a handful of her firm, perky ass, giving it a possessive squeeze. “I’m all for whatever gets you off,” I added, tilting my head down to suck one of those puffy little nipples into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it just to hear her sharp little gasp.

Her smirk softened into something almost tender as she whispered, “You know I’m just experimenting, right? No one’s ever gonna mean to me what you do.”

“I know, baby. Do whatever feels right,” I reassured her, my grip tightening on her ass, pressing her slick warmth flush against my cock. I had no right to feel jealous, not when I was about to go knock up the neighbors’ wives, breeding another man’s woman while their clueless husbands had no idea. A promiscuous bastard like me couldn’t possibly deny Nora the right to explore, to ride those monster cocks to her heart’s content, not when I was about to go do the exact same thing.

Then I stepped forward, grabbed the keys from David’s outstretched hand, and gave him a friendly slap on the shoulder. “Have fun, guys. And don’t worry, if anything goes sideways, I’ll let you know.”

As I walked away, my mind couldn’t help but linger on the scene I’d just left and what was likely happening now. Lena and Annika, who had been struggling to handle David and Mark’s monster dicks with their mouths, would soon be on their backs or bent over, giving in to the inevitable. I imagined Annika’s tight little pussy stretching wide as David’s thick cock pressed into her, her slim frame trembling under his relentless thrusts, her cries of pleasure filling the room. Lena, no less overwhelmed, would have her legs hooked over Mark’s shoulders, her athletic body shuddering as he drove into the nineteen-year-old slut, her hands clawing at the sheets as her huge, firm melons swung and jiggled deliciously with every thrust.

And then there was Nora. My petite Nora. I pictured her straddling one of them with that unmistakable confidence of hers, her perky, pointy tits so firm they hardly bounced, standing proudly in stark contrast to Annika’s and Lena’s heavy, swinging breasts. Nora’s tight teen cunt would take them with surprising ease, her hips rolling in a way that would leave both men in awe. The youthful grin of this eighteen-year-old, skinny little temptress and her teasing, innocent laughter would only make it harder for them, make their balls ache, make them throb with desperate need to unload deep inside her tight little cunt.

The thought of them pumping their loads into her, stretching her open as they filled her up, made my chest tighten again with jealousy and possessiveness. The image of her tight little cunt swallowing their thick, heavy loads was maddening. It wasn’t just about them fucking her, that I could almost handle, but them ejaculating in her, their seed spilling inside her, which made my gut twist with something primal and irrational.

Wasn’t it funny how male instincts were so tightly bound to the fear of another man filling your woman with his cum? As much as I hated the thought of them spearing her slick, hot tunnel, the true agony came from imagining their final thrust, the moment they groaned and emptied themselves deep inside her. That was the part that stung, the most intimate act, the ultimate marker of possession. And yet, I knew perfectly well that there was no real threat. Nora had an IUD, something her sister had insisted on, ensuring that no man could ever truly breed her except by choice. There was no real competition for her fertile eggs, but instincts didn’t care about logic. Then I reminded myself - they might have her for the night, stretching and filling her, but her loyalty and her future truly belonged only with me. In the end, this new experience would only make her more insatiable, more daring, and our time together even more intense. Letting her experiment like this wasn’t a loss; it was an investment in the fire we’d share later.

When I arrived at Mark and David’s house, my fingers brushed against the small spray bottle of tx34-laced massage oil in my pocket. The drug forced ovulation, often from both ovaries at once, practically guaranteeing that whoever pumped his seed in first would sire the child. And with how thoroughly my girls had drained Mark and David earlier, and would again tonight, I knew there would be no competition in this race. My sperm would claim the wombs all to itself.

I was determined that by the end of the night, Sarah and Anja would both be carrying my children. That thought alone made it worth leaving my little Nora behind, letting her deepen her sexual experience, satisfy her curiosity for those two well-hung studs, while I ensured their wives were bred. Nora and I were both reveling in the same thrill: spreading my genes while turning Mark and David into oblivious cuckolds.

Well, and if I was completely honest ... sinking my shaft into those two stunning wives, feeling their tight, eager cunts clench around me, my hands squeezing those massive, milk-filled tits, was a thrill in itself. The rush of fucking a new babe never faded, never lost its edge, even after screwing thousands of the prettiest sluts.

I slid the key into the lock, turning it slowly and carefully to avoid making any noise. Pushing the door open silently, I stepped inside and locked it securely behind me, ensuring no one would disturb us. The house was still and peaceful, the only sound the gentle hum of the fridge in the kitchen, a welcome contrast to the chaos of the orgy next door.

I grabbed a cold beer, the crisp chill of the bottle grounding me, the sensation almost soothing after the intense rush of the scene I’d just left. Outside, the distant crash of waves against the shore seemed to offer some kind of relief, a quiet reminder of the world beyond. I crept softly through the hallway, careful not to make a sound, my heart racing with a mix of anticipation and curiosity.

I reached Sarah’s room first. The soft light of the moon streamed through the uncovered windows, bathing her body in a silvery glow. She was lying on her back, the thin sheet draped loosely over her hips, leaving the rest of her bare. Her creamy skin shimmered faintly in the dim light, her full tits rising and falling with each deep, steady breath. Her nipples were perfectly visible, standing proud in the cool air, her body so relaxed yet so tantalizingly exposed. The sheet clung to the curve of her thighs, teasing the soft dip where her legs parted slightly, as if offering a silent invitation.

I took a steadying breath and moved toward Anja’s room. The darkness did nothing to hide her, the faint glow from the window tracing every sinful curve of her nude body beneath the thin sheet. She lay on her side, her massive jugs spilling slightly to the side, barely concealed under the soft fabric. One bare leg stretched out, her smooth skin catching the dim light, teasing me with the perfect curve of her hip. She looked utterly relaxed, her body an irresistible blend of plush softness and supple perfection, her steady breathing only adding to the illusion of innocence.

My pulse pounded, heat surging through me, but I forced myself to stay quiet, slipping back toward the kitchen to collect myself. How the hell had Mark and David been so blind? They had thrown their own wives to the wolves, leaving them completely exposed while they chased after fresh pussy, so consumed with the chance to fuck Annika and Lena again that they never even considered the risk.

They hadn’t spared a second thought to the fact that a man like me, opportunistic, predatory, and utterly unrestrained, willing to use every advantage, including a drug that ensured my seed would take hold, was left alone with their naked, vulnerable wives, ready to claim what they had so carelessly left unguarded. Maybe they thought their women were loyal, maybe they thought cheating was only something they did, not something that could be done to them ... It was utterly ironic how easily they gave in to temptation, never realizing that the same weakness would be their downfall.

After a few pulls on my beer, the pull back toward Sarah’s room was irresistible, a primal force tugging me back to where she lay waiting, whether she knew it or not. I tiptoed down the hall, pushing open the door with slow, deliberate care. The hinges let out the faintest creak, each tiny sound a jolt against my already pounding pulse.

She lay there, completely unaware, her nude body bathed in soft moonlight, every curve on display, vulnerable and untouched in her sleep. The bottle in my grip was still cool, condensation clinging to the glass, but that cold was nothing against the fire burning inside me, an aching heat no drink could quench.

I set the bottle on the nightstand and began to strip, each motion slow and deliberate, my eyes locked onto her sleeping form. I peeled off my shirt, the fabric dragging over my skin as I bared my chest. My pants slid down, followed by my boxers, pooling at my feet until I stood completely naked.

The cool air licked at my skin, but it couldn’t tame the heat pulsing through me. My cock was fully erect, standing straight up like a spear, thick and rigid, twitching with anticipation, knowing exactly what it was here to do. Every instinct in me screamed for one thing: to inseminate her, to claim her womb, to make sure my seed was the only one that took root inside her.

I moved toward the bed, my eyes devouring every inch of her exposed body. Her full, rounded tits rose and fell with each slow breath, their perfect teardrop shape tipped with dusky pink nipples, slightly puckered from the cool air. The soft curve of her hips tapered into toned thighs, her legs parted just enough to expose the faint shadow of her smooth, inviting mound.

Her broad lips, slightly parted in sleep, hinted at that dazzling Hollywood smile she wore so effortlessly. The memory of it from earlier sent a jolt of affection through me, a strange mix of warmth and hunger intertwining as I stood there, fully erect, taking in the sight of her perfectly vulnerable, perfectly fuckable body.

I couldn’t resist any longer. I yanked the covers off her, the fabric sliding away to reveal her completely, her nude body a vision of pure, intoxicating sexuality. Her legs were slightly parted, exposing the soft, bare folds of her pussy, smooth and inviting, the faintest shimmer betraying her body’s natural readiness. Her full tits sat high and round on her chest, their perfect teardrop shape tipped with dusky pink nipples, faintly puckered from the cool air, and incredibly full and heavy, almost bursting with the milk for the toddler she had birthed not long ago, an intoxicating display of raw female fertility. Her body was ripe, at its peak, built to conceive again.

The gentle slope of her long neck guided my gaze upward, tracing the delicate curve of her jawline to her slightly parted lips, lush, kissable, the kind of full, inviting mouth that made men weak. That dazzling Hollywood smile, capable of melting hearts and making any man fall for her in an instant, lay dormant in sleep, her face the perfect mix of soft innocence and pure feminine allure.

A body built for pleasure, sculpted for men to enjoy, covered by flawless skin that seemed to radiate warmth. For a woman this ripe, this irresistibly fuckable, to sleep in the nude was the ultimate temptation, an invitation no man could ignore. And yet, Mark had left her behind, blind to the sheer danger of abandoning such a perfect, fertile woman in the presence of a man like me. It was like leaving a lamb to the wolves, a naïve beauty defenseless against the instincts of a predator. She was mine for the taking, a perfect breedable slut left exposed, open, and ready for what was coming.

As I stood there admiring her, a wicked thought took hold: could I take her, fuck her so completely, without her ever realizing it wasn’t her husband? The sheer audacity of it sent a dark thrill coursing through me. I had the tx34, a guarantee that she would crave me the moment it touched her skin, but the idea of claiming her without it, of sliding into her warmth in the darkness as she moaned Mark’s name, was an irresistible temptation. If I pulled it off, she wouldn’t just give birth to my child, she would do it thinking she had remained loyal. Mark wouldn’t be the only fool; she would unknowingly spend her life raising the proof of her own betrayal, never suspecting that her perfect little family was built on my seed.

I slipped into the bathroom, moving with quiet precision. If I was going to pull this off, I needed every advantage. My eyes landed on a familiar bottle on the counter: Mark’s cologne. I picked it up, giving myself a few sprays, letting the scent settle over me.

As I turned, something else caught my attention. A contact lens case sat beside the sink, its lid open. Curiosity got the better of me, and I glanced at the prescription. -6.5. A smirk tugged at my lips. Without her contacts, she was practically blind. There was no risk of her recognizing me in the darkness, no way she would notice the difference between the man she thought she was welcoming into her body and the one actually about to claim her.

Returning to the bedroom, I moved to the windows, pulling the blinds shut until the room was swallowed in pitch-black. The stage was set. Now, all I had to do was step into my role. I slid toward the bed, my pulse hammering with raw anticipation, every nerve wired tight. She shifted slightly, her warm, naked body rustling against the sheets, but her breathing remained slow and steady, completely unaware of the game I was about to play. I sank onto the mattress beside her, the darkness heightening every sound, every sensation. The heat radiating from her bare skin wrapped around me, her soft breaths brushing against my chest like a silent invitation.

I moved carefully in the pitch-black darkness, relying on the feel of her body rather than my eyes, every touch more electric than the last. My fingers traced the silkiness of her back, following the delicate ridge of her spine until they found the firm, round curve of her ass. I gave it a slow, possessive squeeze, feeling the way her soft flesh molded to my grip. Her skin was impossibly smooth, fever-warm, delicious beneath my fingertips. My other hand drifted upward, cupping the heavy swell of her massive tits, the sheer weight of them filling my palm. I let my thumb flick over her nipple, teasing the stiffening bud, rolling it between my fingers. A barely-there hitch in her breath sent a jolt of hunger through me. Even in sleep, her body responded, pliant and eager, as if she already knew she was meant to be taken.

She shifted slightly, her legs parting just a fraction, an unconscious invitation. The darkness amplified everything, every sound, every movement, every pulse of heat radiating from her bare skin. Her slow, steady breathing filled the room, her body completely at my mercy. My fingers drifted lower, tracing the soft curve of her hip, skimming the smooth plane of her belly before dipping between her thighs. The heat there was undeniable, her slick, swollen folds warm and wet under my touch. A soft murmur escaped her lips, a half-formed sigh, her hips giving the faintest, instinctive shift, offering herself without even realizing it.

Carefully, I positioned myself between her legs, the thick, swollen head of my cock nudging against her soft, unsuspecting entrance. The contrast of heat against my tip sent a deep shudder through me, the reality of what I was about to do sinking in. She wasn’t wet, still deep in sleep, her tender folds resisting the intrusion. That only made it better. The slight dryness, the tight struggle against my advance, the way her body tried to deny me ... it sent a primal thrill surging through my veins.

I pressed forward, forcing myself inside, feeling her stretch around me inch by inch, her inner walls gripping me unwillingly as I pushed deeper. She was tight, tighter than I expected, her hot tunnel resisting at first before gradually surrendering to my size. My cock carved its path through her, claiming space that had only ever belonged to her husband. She lay there, completely oblivious, her sleeping body unknowingly taking me in, opening up for me. Despite having given birth and taking her well-hung husband regularly, she was still snug, her insides hugging me just right. With one final push, I buried myself to the hilt, my cock fully seated inside her warmth, her unconscious form sealed around me like she had been made for this.

The heat of her cunt, combined with the steady rhythm of her soft breaths, was intoxicating. My every nerve burned with excitement as I began to move, slow and deliberate, careful not to wake her too suddenly, letting the sinful pleasure of the moment stretch out. Her walls clung to me, gripping as I dragged my cock through her tight, yielding tunnel, savoring the raw heat of her body wrapped around me.

A quiet, sleepy murmur escaped her lips as her breathing hitched slightly, her body stirring beneath me. Her hips gave a faint, instinctive shift, reacting to the movement inside her, as though her body recognized the familiar act even in her half-conscious haze. I froze, my cock buried deep inside her, my pulse hammering as I listened. The weight of my body pressing into her must have registered, but there was no push against my chest, no gasp of alarm.

Then, in a hushed, drowsy whisper, she stirred beneath me. “Mmm ... Mark,” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. She shifted slightly, her legs adjusting, her warmth tightening around me as she accepted my presence. “Just ... don’t take too long. I’m so tired,” she sighed, her tone carrying no resistance, just the lazy exasperation of a wife indulging her husband’s midnight urges.

The rush that surged through me was indescribable. She had no idea. No idea it wasn’t Mark slowly pushing in and out of her, no idea she was being bred by another man. Her trust, her submission, her sleepy acceptance only made it hotter. I exhaled slowly, pressing my lips against the side of her neck, letting my weight settle fully over her as I resumed my steady, deliberate thrusts.

It seemed as if she was drifting back to sleep despite the slow, rhythmic pounding. Probably exhausted, her body worn from long nights nursing her toddler, she barely stirred beneath me. The steady rise and fall of her breath, the way her limbs remained relaxed, the softness of her murmurs—it was impossible to tell if she was slipping deeper into unconsciousness or simply too tired to care.

I began moving again, this time faster, more deliberate, the friction easing as her body adjusted to my thrusts. My hips slapped softly against her ass, her warm cunt gripping me just enough to make every stroke exquisite. I leaned closer, pressing my chest lightly against her back, my lips hovering near her ear, careful not to make a sound that might break the illusion. Her soft murmurs and the faint movements of her body seemed to encourage me, though whether it was her subconscious or a deliberate act remained a mystery.

The darkness around us sharpened every sensation, the slick heat of her cunt coating my cock, the slight bounce of her heavy tits as I drove deeper, the faint creak of the bed as my pace grew more demanding. My hands roamed greedily over her body, kneading the lush curve of her ass, sliding up to her tits, which spilled perfectly into my palms. Her nipples were stiff under my touch, pebbling tighter as I rolled them between my fingers, savoring the way her body reacted to me. The uncertainty of her awareness only made it hotter. Was she deep in sleep, lost in a dream, or had she fully succumbed to the illusion of her husband claiming her?

Drawn in by the temptation of those broad, kissable lips, I leaned forward, pressing my mouth against hers in a stolen kiss, the kind of intimacy that made the act feel even more depraved. It was a risk, but one I couldn’t resist, taking not just her body, but this, the part of her meant only for a lover, for whispered promises and slow, melting passion. Her lips were warm, impossibly soft, parting slightly beneath mine. A faint shift, a barely perceptible response, as if some part of her recognized the kiss and welcomed it, even in sleep. Was it reflex? Was it Mark’s scent tricking her deeper into the fantasy? The uncertainty made it even better. More dangerous. More personal. More completely mine.

This was complete victory. I was in Mark’s bed, buried to the hilt inside his wife, my hands claiming the heavy swell of her tits, my lips stealing the kisses meant only for him. My cock stretched her, taking what he thought was his, while he remained blissfully unaware, too busy shagging those cock-hungry sluts Annika and Lena, convinced he was the one getting away with something. The irony was intoxicating. He had invited me into his home, trusted me to “watch over” his wife, while he was off, never once considering the real danger. While he was anxious about getting caught cheating by Sarah, she was right here beneath me, taking every inch, her body welcoming me in, my seed about to fill her womb, her wonderful lips pressed against mine in an intimate, stolen kiss.

My hands explored every inch of her in the darkness, one gripping the soft roundness of her ass while the other kneaded the heavy swell of her tits, their fullness spilling over my fingers. Her nipples were stiff, sensitive, and as I rolled them between my fingertips, I felt it: the faintest trace of warmth wetting my skin. She was lactating. The realization sent a surge of raw hunger through me, a primal thrill at knowing her body was ripe, fertile, made to nourish. I squeezed harder, coaxing out a slow, warm trickle, my slick fingers playing over her stiff peaks as I fucked her deeper. Her wet heat now clung to me perfectly, her cunt soft and accepting, gripping me just right as my strokes quickened. Her breath hitched, a faint murmur escaping her lips, her body shifting, her reactions toeing the line between sleep and hazy awareness. Whether she was lost in a dream or drifting toward waking, it didn’t matter, her body had already surrendered.

I was dangerously close, every muscle in my body coiled tight, my balls heavy with the unbearable pressure of release. Each pulse of my cock, each thrust into her wet, welcoming heat pushed me closer to the edge. The thought of impregnating her in her sleep, breeding her without her ever realizing, sent a raw surge of excitement through me. My shaft swelled inside her, throbbing with the need to unload, to stake my claim deep in her fertile womb. I slowed for a moment, trying to hold back, but the snug clutch of her pussy, the slick warmth refusing to let me go, made restraint impossible. Her soft murmurs, the way her body subtly shifted beneath me, the faintest tilt of her hips as if seeking more, erased any last hesitation. I pushed back in, deeper, harder, savoring the way her cunt molded around me, milking me for what was about to come.

Each slow thrust brought me closer, the tension in my balls mounting to a breaking point. My core tightened, and I clenched my glutes, driving myself harder into her, making my cock as hard and thick as possible. The storm inside me raged uncontrollably, the need to explode tearing at my resolve. I moved deliberately, forcing myself to maintain some semblance of control, knowing any sudden movement might wake her. Yet the heat of her body, the way her tight tunnel enveloped me, sent a wave of ecstasy crashing through me that I couldn’t hold back.

Then it hit me, a blinding rush of pleasure that stole my breath. My cock twitched violently as the first contraction surged through me, and I erupted deep inside her. Thick, hot spurts of cum shot from me, flooding her, each pulse more intense than the last. My body trembled, my core tightening as wave after wave of pleasure overtook me, the release so overwhelming I could barely suppress the deep groan threatening to escape my throat. I gripped her leg tighter, my glutes contracting with every spasm, driving myself even deeper into her snug warmth.

I clung to her, my hand sinking into the softness of her jugs, my fingers pressing into her pliable flesh as my cock continued to unload inside her. Each pulse sent a fresh jolt of pleasure through me, her body responding to every drop I spilled, milking me with its perfect snugness. The intensity of it left me shaking, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath.

Finally, the storm began to subside, my movements slowing as the last tremors of release coursed through me. I slowly lowered her leg back down, my hand lingering on her soft skin for a moment before I eased away, careful not to disturb her peaceful stillness. As my body relaxed, her breathing slowed again, settling into the deep, steady rhythm of sleep. I lay there for a moment, my hand resting lightly on her soft tits, listening to the quiet. Whether she had been awake or merely responding instinctively remained a mystery. All that mattered was the satisfaction of knowing she had taken my seed.

I moved silently, slipping off the bed and standing over her, my eyes drinking in the sight of her bare, spent body. Reaching for the blinds, I slowly pulled them open, allowing the moonlight to pour in, illuminating her delicate features. Her long blonde hair fanned out over the pillow, catching the soft glow, framing her round, pretty face. Her broad, kiss-swollen lips were slightly parted, her breathing slow and steady, completely at peace, completely unaware of the life now taking root inside her. My gaze drifted lower, over the soft curve of her hips, the plushness of her thighs, and the glistening streak of my cum smeared against her inner skin.

Kneeling beside her, I let my fingers trace the warm, sticky mess, spreading it lazily over her sensitive flesh. I pressed the slickness against her clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles, feeling her body respond even in sleep. A faint shift of her hips, the subtlest tremor in her breath, the way her thighs parted just slightly ... her body remained so beautifully receptive, even now. I watched, savoring the moment, the proof of my conquest still fresh between her legs, knowing that she had been taken, filled, bred ... and she would never know it.

Remembering my plan to impregnate her, I reached for the tx34-laced massage oil on the nightstand, tipping the bottle over my palm and letting the slick liquid coat my fingers. The smooth texture slid easily between them as I moved my hands to her hips, trailing down to her inner thighs, spreading the drug-laced oil onto her warm, sensitive skin. My palms glided over her supple flesh, the faint scent of the oil mingling with the intoxicating heat of her body. I took my time, teasing my way up to her belly, massaging just above her womb, knowing the tx34 was already seeping into her bloodstream. The thought of the drug working its magic, triggering her body to ovulate, ensuring her ripe and ready for fertilization, sent a dark thrill through me. Every stroke of my fingers was deliberate, coaxing her body into the perfect state for conception.