This story is all about three separate sexual intercourse “accidents” that took place over the course of nearly two decades, while I was having an on-going intimate relationship with Ray (not his real name), who was my live-in boyfriend for many years, before he became my husband.
That first sexual intercourse accident didn’t get me pregnant, but it sure scared the hell out of me and Ray both! It also led to an incredibly exciting day of sex for both of us, and forced us to rethink our whole birth control strategy.
However, our second accident resulted in my first-ever pregnancy, which of course, scared me and Ray even more than that first accident did. Let’s just say that this second accident dumped a bunch of unnecessary stress onto our plates, and made our already-stressful lives a living hell for quite a while.
And our third accident, which took place many years later, caused me to get pregnant for the second–and final–time in my life. But this time, due to the life-circumstances surrounding it, both Ray and I weren’t upset about this second pregnancy at all, even though it was totally unplanned, just like my first pregnancy was.
Our First “Accident” – Condoms Can Break
In my story “Freddy in the Bathroom: Virginity Rubbed Away,” I made the statement that “there’s nothing more erotic and exciting to me than taking a chance on the possibility of getting pregnant–which is exactly what we women do each and every time that we have sexual intercourse with a guy (during our pre-menopausal years, that is), because as far as I know, there is still no non-permanent birth control method that is 100% effective at preventing pregnancy. I mean, even perfectly good condoms can break from time to time.”
And when it comes to the subject of “condoms breaking,” I know exactly what I’m talking about.
The very first time that Ray ever fucked me, he surprise-fucked me from behind while wearing a condom. And everything had gone just fine. The condom–or “rubber,” as Ray and I preferred to call it–did its job, and kept my lover’s semen neatly confined inside the reservoir tip of the condom, just like it was designed to do.
So Ray and I continued to use rubbers as our only method of birth control. And the second time that we ever fucked, turned out just like the first time. There were no problems whatsoever, and the rubber did its job.
However, the third time that Ray and I ever had sexual intercourse together, things took an unexpected turn, leaving us both in a very sticky situation (pun intended)–and one which I’m sure that many of you have had to deal with in your own lives.
Here’s what happened that fateful day:
Ray and I were “doing it” at Ray’s mother’s house, late one afternoon. And while we were in his mother’s bedroom, humping away missionary style on top of her queen size bed, Ray just happened to mention to me that my pussy felt unusually good to him. And I responded back to him that his dick felt really great to my pussy too. And we both simply continued humping away, enjoying the intercourse, and not really giving much thought to what we had just said to one another.
I realize that it might seem strange to you that Ray and I chose to fuck on top of his own mother’s bed that afternoon. However, what you need to realize is that this was Ray’s way of secretly getting back at his mother for her post-menopausal, supposedly religion-based, prudish sexual attitudes and behaviors that had eventually led to Ray’s father moving out of the house, and later getting a divorce.
And of course, Ray loved his father very much. And so did I. Ray’s father was a truly wonderful man in every way! All I can say is that it must have been extremely hard for Ray’s dad to try to stay married for all those years to a woman who steadfastly refused to have sex with him.
At any rate, that’s how Ray and I had ended up fucking on top of his mother’s bed that afternoon. And at some point, Ray pressed his dick all the way up inside me, as far as he could get it. And then he just held it there and ejaculated, while bicycling his legs and rocking his hips from side-to-side (just for the record, Ray and I have always preferred deep sperm ejaculations during intercourse).
And that’s when I first realized that something was definitely “wrong.” I could feel the back pocket of my vagina quickly getting sopping-wet. And I instantly knew that it wasn’t my own “wetness.” It was Ray’s.
The strangest part about all this, was that I didn’t get scared or freaked out by what was happening. Instead, I was already so turned-on during our intercourse, that the thought that I might actually have Ray’s sperm deep inside of my vagina for the very first time ever, sexually excited me to the point that I ended up spontaneously orgasming, right along with Ray. In fact, I orgasmed my butt off so hard that I nearly lost consciousness.
A little while after Ray had finished unloading his whole wad of sperm deep inside of my vagina, I finally came back down to earth enough to tell him, “Honey, I think we’ve got a problem. I’m pretty sure the rubber broke.”
“Oh shit! God damn it! I just knew your pussy was feeling too good to me,” Ray emphatically remarked, as he eased his dick out of my pussy.
Ray and I were both horrified when we saw what was left of the condom. It was now a torn and tattered, scrunched-up rubber ring that was wrapped around Ray’s wet dick-shaft, about halfway down the length of it.
After we both got over the initial shock, regarding what had just happened–and as we both witnessed Ray’s gooey semen slowly oozing out of my possibly-fertile baby-making hole–Ray and I just sat there on the bed and talked for several minutes, discussing the possible ramifications of our first-ever intercourse accident.
And during our conversation, I couldn’t help but reach down between my own legs, so that I could touch and feel and visually examine the little globs of sperm that just kept leaking out of my fuck-hole.
And, I know that this may sound weird, but I eventually talked Ray into going ahead and fucking me again, if he wanted to.
I basically told Ray that “the damage” had already been done, and that there was nothing that we could do now to stop me from getting pregnant, if that was what was meant to happen (by the way, this was a true statement on my part, because morning-after emergency contraceptives, like Plan B One-Step, didn’t exist back then).
And I convinced Ray that we might as well take advantage of this bad situation that we were in, and at least go ahead and enjoy fucking “au naturel” for the first time ever.
Ray agreed with me. So he pulled what was left of the torn rubber off of his slick dick. And I played with his dick to get it rock-hard again, which didn’t take very long at all to happen.
Then Ray mounted me and began fucking me missionary style, enthusiastically humping away at my pussy, just about as fast as he could go.
And a couple of minutes later, Ray fertilized my totally-unprotected pussy for the second time that afternoon. But this time, he did it on purpose, instead of by accident.
After Ray pulled out of me, we spent some time passionately kissing and hugging each other, which was something that we normally tended to do. And while I was French-kissing Ray, I also had my hand down in his crotch. And I was playfully feeling out and playing with his wet, still-partially-erect dick and his sexy balls.
And before too long, I began pumping up and down on Ray’s dick-shaft with my hand. That was my way of letting him know that I wanted him to fuck me again, without me having to actually say that to him.
At the time, I couldn’t believe that I was still feeling so horny, after I had already been fucked and fertilized twice by Ray. But looking back on it all now, my extreme level of horniness makes perfect sense me. After all, it’s not every day that a heterosexual woman will decide to throw all caution to the wind, and risk allowing her lover to fuck her possibly-fertile pussy “au naturel.”