When My Wife and I Made a Baby, We Did It Naughty Style

Our baby-making sex wasn’t particularly gentle. It was hard, deep and in the naughtiest of positions. But the result was beautiful.

We’re not totally sure when we conceived. Over the course of a week, we had sex 2–3 times per day, each occasion in our favorite position of all, doggy-style, and each resulting in the requisite “hot beef injection” deep into Lauren’s vagina.

We imagined the little sperm cells all working hard to get through her cervix and the winner fertilizing her awaiting egg.

Finally, one of them prevailed.

We think all it took was a one-shot deal, but we didn’t know it at the time. So the ensuing several days of love-making, fucking, however one might describe it brought lots and lots of fun.

Then, the positive home test, confirmation in the doctor’s office…and brutal morning sickness.

When we conceived, Lauren was 33 years-old and I was 34. We hadn’t yet gotten into swinging but we’d been practicing polyamory for nearly ten years, actually once enduring a false pregnancy scare with our first girlfriend, Allison.

Now, it was time for the real thing. I didn’t have to pull out. No more pills for Lauren. Positioned on her knees with her pretty face down on the mattress, submissively awaiting my hard pounding of her dripping-wet pussy, she whimpered as I entered her.

If we were going to make a baby, we’d do it in our own style. So I spanked her ass cheeks and stroked that naughtiest of orifices with my thumbs to elevate her pleasure. “Oh, yes, daddy,” the future mother of our child whimpered in response to my domination and teasing.

In short order, I began to pound my bride, cupping with my hands her sensationally beautiful ass cheeks — so firm and round — while I pile-drove her birthing canal.

We made skin-slapping sounds as we fucked each other. If we were to make a baby, it wouldn’t just be created from the union or sperm and egg. And it wouldn’t just be created from the pure, beautiful love we shared. We also wanted the process to involve our primal sexual desire — the naughty shit we liked to do together.

By this time in her life, Lauren felt a strong urge, but most especially the need, to have a baby. Soon before we arrived at the decision to conceive, every time we fucked she thought about getting pregnant. She wanted to feel my warm, creamy seed gush into her vagina and work its baby-making magic.

She liked that we were doing this in a naughty sex position and that I was giving her all seven of my inches with my hard and deep thrusts while I spanked her like the naughty wife she is. The skin-slapping got her so hot and bothered and so desperate for my juice of life that all she could say was, “mmmmm, yes, daddy, shoot it into me.”

She wanted — needed — my seed. When was I going to fill her pussy with it? It can’t be soon enough, she thought.

Let’s make a baby, she thought. I’ll be a good mom and he’ll be a good dad. But first I need that big, juicy cum load in my cunt.

Finally, after she orgasmed by her own hand, I pushed all the way into her and gave her a cum gusher, feeling my load spurt out of me, fill her twat and slather her cervix. Then only 34 years-old, when I came, it was like a river of milk and honey rocketing out of me. Oh to be young… (not that I can’t still shoot big loads now and then).

Having given my beloved woman the “hot beef injection” we both wanted, I patted her beautiful ass cheeks as I pulled out and enjoyed watching her creampie explode. Such a pretty pussy — so smooth, bare and delicious.

She rolled over on her back and imagined the egg’s fertilization and the creation to come as we held each other.