On the last day of my ovulation window, I gave in to a deep, undeniable connection with someone who wasn’t my husband. What started as a casual encounter turned into something much more intense—an electric pull between us that neither of us could resist.

His touch set my skin on fire, every caress sending waves of desire through me. Our lips met, and everything around us faded away as we surrendered to the passion building between us. With every brush of his hands, every breathless whisper, we undressed each other, our movements filled with urgency and hunger. Our bodies collided, moving in sync, the intensity growing with every moment. Each thrust drew us closer to the edge, our connection overwhelming, drowning out all thoughts of consequence. I knew I was fertile, but the risk only heightened the thrill, adding to the heat of the moment and feeling his cock explode in me.

Now, as I wait, I find myself excited by the unknown—wondering who the father might be. Will it be my husband, or the man who ignited something wild in me?