Hotwife Alien Impregnation
Alana Church
Verlag: Boruma Publishing
Beschreibung
Maggie and Jim are happily married. Except for one thing. They cannot have children. When Maggie suggests they use Jim's best friend to father her child, she never expected to find out that Dodge wasn't just willing, but eager! And that he was a shapeshifting alien ambassador from another planet as well! Can Maggie deal with a "Hotwife Alien Impregnation?" ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ Hell. I almost hope Dodge doesn't knock me up right away, Maggie thought. If I play my cards right, I could be getting laid by two absolutely gorgeous men at the same time! She squeezed her thighs together at the naughty thought. Then she blinked. Would Jim want to come with her, next time? Maybe watch? Maybe, even...participate? Luckily, Dodge's small house was only a ten-minute drive. Otherwise, she would have fantasized herself into such a state of arousal that her panties would have been absolutely drenched by the time she arrived. As it was, she took a second to examine herself before she got out of the car. Looking good, girl. She nodded and strode up the sidewalk. Dodge must have been keeping an eye out for her, because the inner door opened before she even had a chance to knock. Easy. You can do this. Maggie fought down the unreasoning terror and put a smile to her face. "Hi, Dodge." "Maggie." He stood aside to let her in. "You look lovely this evening." "Thank you," she replied, happy her choice of clothing had met with his approval. She hadn't wanted to get all tarted up like a Hooters girl. But there was no point in dressing like a nun, either. At the end, she had chosen a blue silk skirt, conservative in cut and color but flirtatiously light. It billowed around her calves and knees with every step she took. Her heels were just high enough to give her bottom a perky lift, and her blouse was ivory, tight enough to show off her breasts. She had kept her jewelry to the minimum the more you wore, the bigger the chance you might forget something. But she kept her wedding ring on a subtle reminder to both herself and Dodge. She put her purse on a convenient table, then stood, horribly ill at ease. Was this the way prostitutes felt, when they met a client for the first time? "Well," Dodge said, seeming almost as uncomfortable as her. "Can I show you around?" "Um, sure." "We're probably going to be spending some time together," he added. "It would be very rare, I understand, for a woman to conceive on the first attempt." "Not to hear some of the kids I went to high school with talk about it. A couple of them caught pregnant and they swore up and down they'd only gone to bed with their boyfriends one time, Daddy, I swear to God, it was only one time!" Dodge chuckled. To her relief, he didn't try to initiate intimacy right away, and she relaxed a bit. "Living room," he said, with a wave at the room. "Dining room through that door." With a guiding hand, he led her down a short hall. "The bedroom is on the right. And here," he opened a door at the end of the hall, "is something very special." Maggie hid a smile. Was it a man-cave? Full of University of Iowa regalia, a mini-fridge stocked with beer, and a huge flat-screen television? Was he a Trekkie? Or really into those Lord of the Rings films, and this was his little shrine, filled with collectibles and posters? Whatever it was, she vowed to be properly respectful. There was no harm in stroking her host's ego. That was until Dodge flipped a switch on the wall, pulled open the door, and led her into a freakin' interstellar spaceship.
Verfügbar seit: 20.08.2022.
