Elizabeth.

Just the name sent a flood of memories through him.

And she was here, standing before him in a flowery summer dress that perfectly suited her slight frame. Much to his relief, it seemed she was happy to see him. In fact, she had a huge smile on her face.

Sam took a moment to enjoy the view before saying hello. He remembered her body, a body that used to be his whenever he wanted it. Seeing it again made him remember those days very fondly.

“Hey there," Sam finally said. "Wow, you look great. Marriage seems to be treating you well.”

“Maybe the second time’s a charm?” she responded with a wry smile.

Sam immediately thought of Elizabeth's first marriage -- and his role in that marriage coming to an end. She had married her high school sweetheart to please her parents, but it wasn't until she went home with Sam the night of an office happy hour that she knew what it was like to be truly fucked. And one time was definitely not enough.

For the next few months, she would find any excuse she could to sneak away and feel Sam inside her once again. Elizabeth would stop by Sam's office, sometimes first thing in the morning, to see if he wanted to have lunch that day -- a not-so-clever code for having sex in his apartment -- and then she'd sometimes even stop by for round two after work. She was insatiable, and Sam loved every minute of it.

His tune changed, however, when she started talking about leaving her husband. Elizabeth was an incredibly attractive woman, but so much of Sam's enjoyment came from knowing he was taking something that wasn't his. He liked the sneaking around; she was tired of living a lie.

When she left her husband despite Sam's objections, Sam called off their torrid little affair. Elizabeth had been disappointed, but not surprised. Shortly after, Sam had transferred to a different city and they had lost touch.

Sam had learned from social media that she had gotten married again. Again, he had heard from mutual friends that she had seemed to be pressured into it. That was four years ago.

"So how's Kevin?" Sam asked. "When am I going to get to meet this new husband of yours?"

"He's actually out of town for a couple days. But he's doing well. We're doing well, really." She paused for a second, as if she was deciding whether or not to share some news. She eventually continued, "I think we're going to take the plunge and have kids."

"Woah, big news." Sam was a little shocked that she was being so open with him. "Sounds like we have a lot of catching up to do. Want to grab a drink?"

"Sure! I better get my drinking in while I still can."

* * *

"So, you don't really want to have kids, do you?"

A couple hours had passed, and they were both several drinks in. That meant Sam's questions were going to get more and more personal.

She looked at him and gulped her beer.

"Ha," Sam smirked. "I knew it."

"No, it's not that. I actually do want kids," Elizabeth responded after finishing her drink. "It's just a lot of commitment, you know? My first marriage didn't end well, but it wasn't a big deal because there weren't kids. This is just a big step."

"So you just don't want kids... with Kevin?" Sam's smart-ass tendencies were on full display. Just then, the house lights in the bar came on. Last call.

"I guess that's good night," Sam said.

She glared at him. "No, no, no. We're not leaving things like that." She paused, but then had an idea. "Kevin has some whiskey at home. You should come over and we'll continue this conversation there." Sam quickly agreed.

* * *

The two of them exited the cab and entered the front door of Elizabeth and Kevin's modest house. Elizabeth made a beeline for the liquor cabinet and pulled out some whiskey.

"You sure Kevin won't mind?" Sam asked as Elizabeth pulled the cork out of the bottle.

"Mind what? You drinking his whiskey or you getting his wife drunk?" She smiled at him as she filled his glass.

"I guess we do have a bit of history," Sam admitted. This was the first they had talked about their past.

"Ha! 'A bit of history?'" Elizabeth laughed. "That's one way of putting it." She took a swig of her drink, never breaking eye contact with Sam. It reminded him of how she looked at him so many years ago. He longed to taste her lips again, and to see her naked body spread out before him. But Sam tried to put those thoughts out of his head.

"Listen, I just meant..." Sam trailed off as he realized Elizabeth was inching closer to him. She put her hand gently on his arm.

"Don't worry about it," she said, placing her glass on a table nearby. "I just think we should do a little less talking." She reached for Sam's glass, too.

She stood on her tiptoes and planted a soft kiss on Sam's lips. He kissed back, instinctively moving his hands to her side and pulling her closer. Sam noticed something new, something different about these kisses -- a sexual hunger that he'd never seen from her before, not even during their whirlwind affair so many years ago.

As their kisses continued, they took turns removing each other's coats, shirts, and pants, just leaving them on the hallway floor. Sam unclasped her bra and pressed her against the wall, trailing kisses from her lips, over her cheek, to her neck and breasts.

"Come upstairs," she said, with more than a little urgency. Sam took her hand as she led him to her and her husband's bedroom.

She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Sam's boxer briefs down. His cock sprang up, free of its elastic prison. Elizabeth took it in her hand, grasping its girth and feeling its hardness. She had to have it inside her. Right now.

"Fuck me, Sam," she whispered into his ear. "Take me."

“I want you so bad," Sam responded, while moving over her. He was laying on top of her now. "But I don’t have a condom.”

“Let's risk it.” She nibbled his earlobe as her hands fondled his shaft and balls.

Sam hesitated. "Come on," she urged, "I've missed you." Her hands gently stroked his cock while pulling it towards the hot, wet opening between her legs.

Sam paused his kisses and looked her in the eyes. She stared back, rubbing the head of his dick on the bare, slippery lips of her pussy.

"If you're sure," he said. Elizabeth nodded, biting her lip. She held herself open with her hands and he pushed himself inside of her.

Elizabeth moaned loudly as Sam's cock parted her labia. It had been way too long since she had felt his presence between her legs. But as many times as they had fucked before, she had never had him -- or any man -- inside her without any protection. It felt better than she could have imagined.

Sam lowered her back to the bed and stretched her arms above her head. His hips moved slowly, taking his time. Elizabeth gasped each time their hips met, relishing the feel of his bare cock probing her depths. She felt every inch of him, every detail, in a way she didn't know possible.

He thrust hard and deep, now pounding her unprotected, married cunt. She moaned loudly with each thrust as her natural juices soaked Sam's cock. She bucked her hips to meet his every stroke.

"Fuck, you're sexy. I'm getting close," Sam warned. He grew quiet, gritting his teeth. He was determined to make things last, but her moans and the feel of his bare cock inside her well-lubricated hole were almost too much to bare.

The stakes were too high, and he wanted to be safe. "I need to pull out," he whispered to her.

But Elizabeth wasn't ready for things to end.

"No. Don't." Her hands moved to his hips, holding him tightly inside her.

“What?” The answer wasn't what Sam had expected to hear. "Baby, you're going to make me burst."

“Finish inside me, Sam... I want your cum… oh, God! Give it to me... Please...” Her words were punctuated by a small gasp each time his full length slid into her, filling her void with his hardness.

“Yeah?”

“Yes. Oh! I want your baby,” she said, with an ease that surprised even her. “I need your cum, Sam. Oh. Oh! Please...”

He'd never heard those words from a lover before, but, then again, he'd never fucked another man's wife with nothing between his cock and her fertile egg. This was no longer just a romp while her husband was away -- he was now going to make her his; he was going to transform her with his baby. Sam's energy was renewed as a primal instinct took over.

He kissed Elizabeth behind her ear and continued his deep, full strokes, splitting her labia with his thick manhood. “Tell me,” he whispered. “Tell me why.”

“Oh, God.” She had missed the feeling of Sam’s cock so damn much, so much more than she realized until right now. “Oh, don’t stop.”

“I'm not going to stop. But you have to tell me,” he insisted. His lips were right next to his married lover’s ear. “I want to hear you say why you want my cum.”

The feeling of his cock buried in her pussy and his pubic bone pushing against her clit was too much to bear. She felt an orgasm building inside her, more and more with each stroke.

“Because you’re the one I want,” she finally blurted, overcome by emotions and her nearing orgasm. “You're the one I've always wanted. I want to carry your baby, not Kevin's.”

Elizabeth was on the verge of tears. "Please, Sam..." She had never let a man inside her unprotected. Even her husbands had always had to use condoms. She was more open and exposed than she had ever been in her life, and she didn't ever want to go back.

“Please, Sam, just don't stop." Elizabeth was pleading now. Everything was in the open. All that was left was to finish the job -- for her to get what she wanted.

Sam had no intention of stopping. He looked her in the eyes. "If that's what you want, I'll fill you with my seed. I'll give you my baby."

Elizabeth barely managed a whimper. "Yes, please Sam... That's what I want."

Sam met Elizabeth in a deep kiss. Their tongues swirled together. Knowing she was close, he reached down and rubbed her clit with his thumb.

The combination of Sam's acceptance and his fingers on her clit sent Elizabeth over the edge. A wave of orgasmic ecstasy crashed over her, causing the muscles around Elizabeth's pussy to contract; it began to try to milk Sam's potent cum into her willing hole.

"That's right, cum for me, baby," he cooed. "Fuck... your pussy feels so fucking good when you cum."

Elizabeth was in tears, lost in pleasure. Sam's cock continued to explore the depth of her vagina, brushing occasionally against her cervix. With each collision, his pelvic bone ground against her engorged clit. She was splayed wide open, her legs at her sides, taking his full length over and over again. Her breasts heaved with each stroke. This time, Sam wouldn't be able to hold back: he was about to cum.

Elizabeth was immediately brought back to Earth as she felt the first jet of his life-giving seed splash into her bare cunt. It was something unlike anything she ever felt. Two more warm spurts rushed into her, soaking her cervix and leaking out between her quivering labia. Sam held himself deep inside her as his cock continued to pump the rest of his load into her.

Elizabeth could feel her thirsty womb begin to soak up the pool of potent seed that Sam had left inside her. Given the time of the month, there was no doubt she would soon be with child -- Sam's child.

They laid together for a moment, his softening member slowly sliding out of her drenched hole. He kissed her and moved to her side, spooning her while she was on her back. Elizabeth put her knees in the air, trying to prevent any more of Sam's fluids from leaking out.

She turned to him. But all she could muster was a simple "thank you." She was crying tears of joy, overwhelmed from the evening's events and thoughts of how her life was about to change -- but in such a better, more interesting way than she thought it was just a few hours ago.

All she had to do now was make sure Sam's seed took, and then let Kevin fuck her when he got home in a couple of days. He'd never know that it was Sam's baby inside his wife and not his own.

Sam got off the bed and handed Elizabeth her underwear. "Just like old times," Sam said with grin.

Elizabeth's pussy still throbbed, and she felt a drip of his seed leak into her panties. The rest of his load was now safely deposited inside her, filling her with a sense of contentment she had never felt before.

"Not quite," she thought as she gently touched her midriff, which would soon be home to the new life they had created together.