Chapter 4

“So, Melissa, how can we help you?” I sat down, rather awkwardly, with the supposedly happily married woman who had a drunken tryst with me.

“Well, I’m pregnant ... and it’s yours. I know, before you ask, because Jeff ... can’t have kids. He’s sterile. And yes, he knows this fact better than most. And I want to ... keep the baby. I want Jeff and I ... to raise it. I just want to know that you won’t ... interfere with it. Except ... to breed me again when the time comes, that is,” Melissa shocked me with her risque proposal.

“This wasn’t some innocent, drunken mistake, was it? No mere indiscretion? You seduced me, didn’t you? Or let yourself be seduced by me, whichever one applies here. You wanted a baby, by hook or by crook, enough to cheat on your husband and commit adultery. And now you want ... assurances that I won’t get in the way of your big, happy family, am I right?” I clarified.

“Yes, it amounts to that. I would sell my soul to be a mother, let alone ... other parts of me. Not that it was purely about that. I won’t lie and pretend that I hated it. Far from it. Frank is ... well, you know. Obviously. He’s ... highly ... addictive. Especially that dick of his. Damn! Excuse me, can I have some ... coffee or something? Something to steady my nerves? It’s not far enough along to hurt the baby, after all. I’d ask for wine, but I know myself. Any amount of alcohol ... and I’ll be in bed with Frank again, sweaty, naked, and hungry for more of that dick!” Melissa confessed aloud now.

“How is Jeff ... taking it?” Trudy asked her directly now.

“As well as one could expect. He’s torn between anger, pain, humiliation, and hope. Hope that, as bad as this is, it will heal the trouble between us over his ... inability to perform that husbandly role. Some ... small part of him might even be turned-on by this, but he’s understandably loathe to admit that and I can see why. I don’t want to turn this into some kind of lifestyle. I’m a good Catholic wife, most of the time, that is. I gave him a hall pass, anyway. I felt ... like I owed him that.

“And I’ll give him one next time, too. It’s a small price for forgiveness, whether he takes me up on it or not. I hope that he does, just so he won’t feel quite so ... emasculated. For lack of a better word. Maybe it will stop him from going limp every time we try to be ... intimate, as he is right now. That’s another worry of mine. I mean that if he keeps ... losing his hard-ons, I’ll be driven to go to bed with Frank out of sheer desperation, if nothing else.

“That might well kill our marriage, in fact. That might be the ruin of us. And I must warn you, buddy, that if my marriage ends in divorce because of my fling with you, I will knock loudly at your front door and insist upon moving in with you. You would have cost me a husband, though it would also be my fault, since I was so desperate to be bred that I opened my legs wide for Frank. As it is, I don’t even know what I’ll tell our priest, since I plan on committing this sin all over again,” Melissa nervously held her coffee mug while staring at my bulge.

“Chill, honeybee. I won’t mess up your marriage ... any more than I already did on that drunken night. You do what you must. Just remember this. I’ll never force or pressure you, but if you ever show up at my place, looking for some action, I won’t turn you down, either. Also remember that I don’t share your religious beliefs. I’m a fucking heathen with no fear of Hell or Purgatory or what not.