Daddy Issues

I’d just had amazing makeup sex with my husband Eddie—again. The fight started in the bedroom, but we ended up in the basement, fucking on the piles of laundry I’d sorted for the wash.

We were rolling around on the floor, ripping at each other’s clothes like we’d lost our minds. First Eddie was on top, one hand holding my wrists together over my head, the other wrapped around my thigh. Then I was on top, riding his deliciously thick cock and grinding my hips against his. It was a good thing the clothes were already dirty, because we made quite a mess. It was so worth it, though. Eddie is an awesome lover.

I love him to death, but he fucking drives me crazy sometimes. Lately we always seem to fight about the same thing. It doesn’t matter what we talk about, every little disagreement even­tually leads back to the same issue—kids. Whenever I raise the subject, Eddie will say something really asinine that totally pisses me off. “And that,” as the saying goes, “is how the fight started.” We argue, neither one of us wanting to back down, and then the adrenalin and frustration kick in. Before you know it, we’re going at it like two bunnies in heat.

Here’s the thing. We’ve been married for five years, we both have good jobs, and we inherited a house from my aunt that’s perfect for a family. I’m 29 and Eddie’s 33, and I’m ready to start our family, but he wants us to travel and do some fun stuff for a couple more years before we start making rugrats. I talked to a couple of my friends about our standoff and the consensus was that Eddie might be afraid that the awesome sex we have will be forfeited.

I happened to agree with them about why Eddie was stalling. I didn’t have the same fear, though. Still, how was I going to convince my rock-head husband?

After our latest blowup, and after Eddie and I finished screwing each other’s brains out afterward, he suggested we give ourselves a break and take a short trip. I agreed that perhaps a change of scenery might help. I left all the details up to him, and a week later we were boarding a flight to a small island in the Caribbean.

As we closed in on our destination, a quick glance out the airplane window revealed deep blue waters, white sand and lots of palm trees. I was so excited, I nudged Eddie so he wouldn’t miss the beautiful view, but he was knocked out. Had I thought about it, I would have ­realized then that something wasn’t right. He never sleeps on planes. It’s one of his quirks.

With visions of Eddie and me sipping mai tais and sexing each other up in some secluded cove on the beach, I figured I wouldn’t have too much trouble getting him to see things my way. That, and the fact that I’d been flushing my birth-control pills off and on for the last week and had accidentally left them at home, practically guaranteed that I’d get knocked up on this trip. I figured it was just a matter of time.

The hotel was small and intimate, with all the amenities, and an amazing amount of gorgeous-looking men. It was the perfect vacation spot, very ­romantic, so naturally the first thing I wanted was for Eddie and me to dirty up the nice clean sheets. But he said he wasn’t feeling well. That’s when I looked closely at him and realized that he did look a little rough. When I touched his forehead, it was hot. He looked flushed, and it wasn’t from the tropical heat.

As he flopped down on the bed he admitted he felt like shit, but he said he didn’t want me to spend my time cooped up in the room with him, and neither did I. If he wasn’t well enough to deliver the goods, I was going to find someone who could. So when Eddie insisted I head to the beach while he slept, that’s just what I did. I changed into my skimpiest bikini, grabbed my shades, sunscreen and beach towel, and left him to recuperate.

I walked along the shoreline, checking out the crowd along the way. When I reached a quiet section, I spread out my towel and lay down on top of it. I was soaking up the rays and mulling things over when a huge shadow of a man suddenly blocked out the sun. I couldn’t see his face, but his body was hot. He wasn’t muscle-bound, but he did look as if he spent a fair amount of time at the gym.

“You’re going to need some more sun block if you don’t want to burn,” the man said.

“Are you offering?” I asked, giving him my best smile.

“Sure,” he said, “whatever you need, I’m your man.” He introduced himself as Chaz and said he worked at the hotel in the hospitality group. I couldn’t wait to see how far he would go to make sure I was satisfied.

I glanced around quickly, checking to see how much privacy we had. Ear­lier I’d noticed that some of the women were topless, so I unfastened my halter and took it off. Chaz smiled in appre­ciation of my firm breasts, then picked up the bottle of lotion and poured some in his hand. I smiled back before turning on my stomach.

Chaz straddled my legs and began rubbing the lotion into my skin. His big hands felt wonderful as he worked his way slowly from my neck down my back. It felt really good, even better than when Eddie put lotion on me! Maybe it was because Chaz was a stranger and I had made up my mind that I was going to seduce him and screw him.

I moaned when his hands glided along my back and worked their way around to my breasts. “Oh, Chaz,” I purred, “that feels amazing. I’ve been so tense lately.” I found myself squirming beneath his weight, wishing he’d rub himself against my butt. It didn’t take long for me to get my wish. I felt his growing erection while his fingers continued to work their magic.

“You’ll have to do my front now,” I said, twisting my body until I was on my back. One look at the big bulge in Chaz’s swimsuit and any lingering doubts I had about cheating on Eddie went out the window. He gave me a heated look when I reached out to rub his cock through the wet material.

“I’ll get right on it,” he said. Then he pulled down my bikini bottom, which was embarrassingly wet, and licked me slowly and thoroughly.

“Mmm, you smell like coconut and sex,” he murmured. “Good enough to eat.” Then he lapped at me some more before tunneling his tongue into my hole. I grabbed his head and pushed my horny cunt against him, humping his face.

Chaz really seemed to know what he was doing. I couldn’t ever remember being so turned before. Fucking Eddie after one of our screaming matches was hot, but this was thrillingly illicit, and maybe even more thrilling because we were on the beach where anyone could walk by and see us. The risk factor was definitely a catalyst, along with the fact that I was about to fuck a total stranger and that I might end up getting pregnant.

Fueled by these thoughts and what Chaz was doing to me, I grew even bolder. I grabbed him by his sun-bleached hair and told him to fuck me. Giving me one last lick, he pulled off his swimsuit and his cock popped up to greet me. The head was wet with precome and looked quite promising. He hesitated for a moment, and I panicked, thinking he might be having second thoughts, but I wasn’t about to let that happen. I arched my back and let my hand fall between my legs. I started to play with my pussy, getting my fingers nice and wet. Then I rubbed the pussy-soaked digits across his lips. He sucked on them, twining his tongue between them.

Then Chaz knelt between my legs, placed the fat head of his dick at my entrance and plunged inside. I was so wet that he slid right in. I groaned and raised my hips to meet his. There’s nothing I like better than a good fucking, and I had high hopes that he was up to the job.

He didn’t mess around. He started fucking me hard and deep, our skin slapping against each other’s. I was so wet and juicy that his cock made squish­ing sounds each time he pushed in. I didn’t think he made a habit of screwing the hotel guests, because he seemed to be in a hurry, which was fine with me. I was so close that when he said he was coming, I was right there with him, feeling those final strokes of his as his semen jetted into me.

When his cock slipped out of me, I wondered if I would be able to entice him into meeting me later that evening. “Thanks, Chaz,” I said. “If you’re not busy later, maybe we can get together.”

“Anything you need,” he said, as he stepped into his swimsuit. “Just call 5300. I’m free after 11. What’s you’re name, by the way?”

“Naomi,” I said. “And thanks, Chaz. This is my first day on vacation, and so far I’m having a bang-up time!”

I didn’t bother to put my bikini back on. I just shook out my towel, wrapped it around me and stowed my stuff in my tote bag. I felt really good, and as some of Chaz’s baby juice trickled down my leg, I thought about taking advantage of the convenient shower room near the massage area. The sun had begun to set, and I wondered briefly if Eddie was still sleeping, or if he’d awakened and wondered where I was. I decided to rinse off the sand and the sex smell ­before I went back to our room.

On the way to the shower room, I ­almost bumped into a well-built man dressed in white. He had to be the masseur. He was average in height, but his chest and shoulders were broad. And his arms? There had to be some sort of ordinance about walking around with those guns.
He apologized profusely in heavily accented English, then said, “Massage, madam?” I was about to say no and continue on to the showers, but then I thought, why not?

His name was Miguel, and after I let him know that I would very much like a massage after my shower, he said he would wait for me to show me where to go. After a quick rinse, I wrapped one of the fresh towels provided for guests around myself and went outside to find Miguel. He was sitting with a couple of other staff members, playing some kind of card game. When he saw me, he tossed in his hand and said for me to follow him.

Miguel led me several yards away to an area ringed with lush potted plants and shrubs. As I hopped up on the massage table, I noticed how private the area was. There were a few tiki torches stuck in the ground, and since the sun had finally set, he lit two. Then I sized up Miguel and thought again, why not?

I stretched out on my stomach and loosened the towel, and Miguel went to work. He drizzled some oil on my back and massaged my shoulders and back. He worked the muscles in my arms till I was nice and loose. Then he worked on my feet, flexing and massaging first one, then the other, before moving on to my legs.

I felt so relaxed that I almost forgot I wanted something besides the massage. But as Miguel’s firm hands and knowing fingers inched closer to the juncture between my legs, I couldn’t help but let out a moan. All I could think about was how much I wanted him to touch me. No one would believe it if I told them I’d just been fucked less than an hour before. As he massaged and kneaded my muscles, I quivered and moaned, especially when his fingers dipped teasingly between my legs as if he was testing the waters.

He had to notice the wetness leaking from my pussy, which was probably a mixture of my juices and Chaz’s jizz. Just when I was about to tell him it was okay to put his hands between my legs, his fingers slid between my folds! He moved them back and forth while I gripped the table for leverage and ground my pussy against his fingers. Then I begged him to put them in me.

“I have something better, Madam,” Miguel said. He grabbed my hips and pulled the lower half of my body toward him, so I was on my feet but the upper part of me was still lying on the table. More love fluids oozed down my legs. As I grew wetter, I wondered what Miguel’s cock would feel like once he put it in me.

I looked back and saw him untying the drawstring to his white pants. When he dropped them, I almost changed my mind. For an average-size guy, he had an above-average schlong. It wasn’t just long but thick as well. He stroked it a few times, then moved close behind me and spoke softly to me in Spanish, as if to reassure me that all was well and his monster dick wouldn’t split me in half.

If I hadn’t been so horny and crazed with lust, I probably would have just tipped him and hightailed it back to my room. But when he pushed that mushroom head past my entrance and I felt how good and tight it was, I relaxed and let him work his cock in, bit by bit.

Once Miguel was fully seated inside me, I could hardly wait for him to fuck me. He started pumping all of that meat in and out of my tight hole, twisting a little on the way in so he was truly screwing me, hitting every part of me with each thrust. Then he reached around and pressed on my clit, and I saw stars! I was coming, and he was still fucking me with steady, controlled, deep strokes. It seemed as if he could keep it up forever.

Each time Miguel stroked into me, I groaned with pleasure. Apparently I was making a little too much noise, because the next thing I knew he shoved his fingers in my mouth. I sucked on them and moaned as he kept up the pace. He fucked me through another orgasm, then slammed into me and came, adding more baby juice to the mix. I was so filled with come that if I didn’t get knocked up after this trip, there was absolutely no hope.

The only thing holding me up was the table, and I was content to stay where I was for the moment—until I heard voices, Miguel’s and someone else’s. Uh-oh, it was Chaz!

“Damn, Naomi,” he said, “I thought we were going to hook up later. At this rate I probably won’t see you tonight.”

I was too damn tired to disagree with him, and I was about to push myself upright when he placed a firm hand on my back. I heard more rustling, then felt warm oil running down my butt crack. I looked back, and Chaz was lubing up his dick. I was so dazed with pleasure that I didn’t figure out what he had in mind until I felt him push a finger in my virgin asshole.

Uh-oh, I thought, and I was ready to call it a night, but when he started pumping that finger in and out, it felt way too good. When he added another finger it felt even better. Then he had three fingers in me, pumping and twisting them to prepare me for his cock.
“Don’t worry, Naomi,” he reassured me, “I’ll go slow.”

He removed his fingers and pressed the head of his dick at my back door. I felt the pressure increase as he gradually popped the crown past my ring. I cried out from the combination of pressure and pleasure as he used a gentle rocking motion to ease his way inside. When he was in as far as he could go, he started to fuck my ass. I had never felt anything like it before, but I understood the appeal.

As the pleasure grew, I started getting noisy again. Miguel, who’d been standing off to the side, came toward me. He was hard as a rock again, and his solution to the noise problem was to shove his big cock in my mouth. I couldn’t take all of it, but I did a pretty admirable job considering I was getting reamed in the ass for the first time in my life.

Chaz had loosened me up enough that his strokes were becoming deeper and faster. He grunted with the effort, and pushed into me so hard that the table began to rattle. Each time he drove his cock in my ass, Miguel drove his cock farther in my mouth. I was getting stuffed from both ends, and I was loving every minute of it.

Chaz was the first to come, punc­tuating his deep thrusts with spurts of cream. His final strokes pushed me over the edge, and I screamed around Miguel’s dick. Miguel was the last to come. He had pulled his cock from my mouth during my orgasm and shot massive amounts of cream all over me. After that I was a total mess. Miguel left without waiting for a tip, and I ended up sharing a shower with Chaz before finally heading back to the room to check on Eddie.

When I crept in the room he was sound asleep. I didn’t bother to wake him until the morning. Unfortunately, he wasn’t feeling much better. The hotel doctor advised antibiotics and more bed rest. I wanted to stay with him, but he wouldn’t hear of it. So for the next two days I hit the beach and Chaz and Miguel got to hit me.

It wasn’t until the night before we were set to return home that Eddie felt like himself. We went to dinner, took a moonlight swim on the beach and fucked till dawn.

A month later, when I’d missed my period, I told Eddie that I’d fucked up with the pills a couple of times and thought I might be preggers. Another fight ensued, with him insisting that I couldn’t possibly be pregnant while I insisted I was. I had peed on the stick, twice, and both results were positive.

When Eddie kept insisting it couldn’t happen, I asked why. Looking rather sheepish, he told me how he’d baby-sat his sister’s kids when he was in college and caught the mumps from them, and in his case the result was infertility. He knew how much I wanted kids, and he did too, but he hadn’t known how to tell me about his problem. He thought I would leave him if I couldn’t have kids, assuming I wouldn’t be willing to adopt. Now he felt guilty about not telling me this before we got married.

That left me feeling guilty about having to explain how I could have gotten pregnant, but I sucked it up and came clean. I told him how I’d deliberately tossed some of my pills, then left the pack at home when we took our little trip. I told him how I thought my plans to get knocked up had been foiled when he got sick, and finally I told him about Chaz and Miguel.

And guess what! Eddie got kind of turned on, and asked me to go into ­details! He said he wanted me tell him everything!

I started to, but halfway through the dirty details he threw me down on the bed and we fucked like crazy. Not only did Eddie not mind that I was pregnant, he was really happy. He said he wanted us to have more kids, but next time he wants to join in the fun—and he wants to pick out the baby daddy!