“Come on in, Alexa,” I said, as I opened up the front door for her, “The kids are in the living room watching T.V., make sure they get to bed by eight as they have a busy day tomorrow, OK?”
“Of course, I’ll take care of everything – you have fun!”
I could have taken her right there. She was dressed in a revealing and tight tank top with a super short mini-skirt; it was almost as she knew my intentions daring to look that hot knowing that my wife was gone for the weekend!
I watched Alexa walk away into the living room, her tight ass swayed under that revealing skirt and I allowed my eyes to linger longer then I should when Alexa turned around and caught me. I felt my cheeks go flush with embarrassment, but Alexa did not seem to mind as she flashed me a knowing smile – was it my imagination or was she flirting with me? I‘ll know for sure in just a few hours, I thought, when I come home and take her virginity!
I drove around town for a while, had a beer or two at the local pub, and watched the minutes slowly tick by. I had to pass a couple of hours to ensure the kids would be sound asleep when I got home, and finally when the clock struck 10PM, I made my way home.
The excitement in my gut was overwhelming, and I felt like I was eighteen again myself as I parked the car and walked through the front door. The house was quiet and I made my way to the living room and found Alexa on the couch, watching television by herself – it seemed the coast was clear and the kids were sound asleep in their beds.
“Hi Alexa,” I said, “how did it go tonight?”
“Hi Chris, the kids were awesome as usual, they crashed an hour or so ago – how was your night?”
“Ah you know,” I replied, sitting down beside her on the couch, “the same old boys doing the same old thing…”
Alexa laughed, she was relaxed and leaning back on the couch, her legs curled up beside her allowing her skirt to ride up just enough for me to see the edge of her white cotton panties.
She seemed so virginal and innocent, and I almost felt guilty for my lustful desires, but the urge to have a baby with her would not leave me alone so I continued to sit with her, secretly plotting my next move.
“So, how is school?” I asked her, “any plans for college?”
“I think so, I’m thinking of getting into early childhood education, I just love kids so much!”
Perfect, I thought, and so do I.
“You will be great at that I bet – you are so good with our kids…. do you want any of your own?”
“I’d love to have several!” she gushed, “but daddy is so protective of me and I’m still not allowed to date so who knows how long it will be before I have a serious boyfriend.”
“You’ve never had a boyfriend?”
“No, daddy won’t allow it.”
“You’ve never been with a boy?”
“Ah…” Alexa stammered, she looked a little shocked at my question and I was a bit worried that I blew it, but then she continued, “no, not yet, and I really want to know what that is like. Daddy treats me like a child and it’s starting to get frustrating!”
“Well, your father loves you very much, but I understand, he is very protective…”
“Yes, and I’m not a child anymore! I just turned eighteen – legally I’m an adult and I’m going to start to do what I want regardless of what he says.”
“And… what is it that you want?”
“I want to have a boyfriend, I want to get married, I want to have lots and lots of babies!”
“I’ve always wanted to have a baby of my own,” I said, “I love my step-kids of course, but there is something about making your own that seems special to me – does that make sense?”
“I totally understand, doesn’t your wife want any more kids?”
“No, and it’s very upsetting for me…”
“Oh I’m sorry, I can’t imagine how that must feel not being able to have kids of your own.”
“It’s OK, maybe one day that will change…”
“How so?” she asked.
“Well, maybe one day I’ll meet a woman that wants kids as much as I do, maybe someone like you…”
There I said it, and I waited for her reaction. She sat there for a moment, looking at me a long time with those beautiful blue eyes – my heart pounded in my chest waiting for what seemed like eternity for what she would say next.
“Like me?” she asked, “you want to have a baby with me?”
“Yes, I can’t stop thinking about it… I know it’s wrong but I guess I don’t care.”
Alexa again did not answer me right away, I was scared I said everything wrong and that she would just think of me as this old pervert wanting to get into her pants – I lusted after her of course, but my intentions were true; I really wanted to have a baby with her, and I was willing to risk my life as I knew it to see it through.
“I don’t care either!” she then burst out, flinging her arms around my neck, “Forget my daddy, and everyone that will think it’s wrong… let’s make a baby!”
With that, I picked her up in my arms and carried her to my wife’s and my bed, consumed by forbidden desire – the two of us throwing caution into the wind so that we both could have everything our hearts desired.
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