Novel & Cerita My Husband, Her Eggs, My Womb

Pure bliss had overtaken her as her womb had been soaked in warm jizm. Mother and son had moaned deliriously as they had climaxed, practicing the purest form of love imaginable. Yet that 'practice,' would, in the end, turn out to be the real deal. At that time, Chelsea had been at peak fertility. Unbeknownst to her or her son, in her womb had sat an unsuspecting egg. It had stood no chance as Jimmy's spunk had shot inwards like a fire hose and raced towards it.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

She sat down on the bed, her legs were weak, and then shoved him away with all her strength. "The doctor told me I can’t have children!", she yelled as her voice was filled with anger and confusion. "How can my eggs create Raffy? And all this; lab experiments, artificial wombs. I’ve never even heard about this!", She held her head as her head was spinning because of the revelation.

Finally: Sue: "Now remember Jimmy, you promised to pull out in time. I am at my peak of fertility today, so even the slightest bit of sperm will put me in the family way." [She started really moaning in orgasm now, her fertile womb stuffed full of Jim's powerful cock. She could feel the penis start to swell. Unfortunately, that put her right on the brink of 'another orgasm', one that would be simultaneous with him. She locked her slender ankles around his thrusting hips.]

Pregnant. For years my husband and I had been crying over negative tests, spending thousands on fertility clinics and accepting the reality that my body was broken but my body wasn't broken and right now reality crashed over me like a tidal wave. Caleb delivered another slam into me, his hot breath fanning across my neck. "Ah..." A tear slipped down my cheek, a mixture of intense euphoria and panic colliding inside my chest. I looked up at Caleb. He was staring down at me with devotion, his jaw clenched as he picked up the pace, completely consumed by me, completely oblivious to the fact that he was currently claiming a womb that already belonged to him.

"My beloved, birds and bees require you to be fertile, which sadly you are not." "Well, when Ava and I started working at the Hospital, we had some of our eggs frozen." Yes, and this is where the parts are starting to become interesting. My beloved has fertile eggs, all she requires, "And you, Sebastian is still fertile because of… Well, we don't know why… So…"

Jack's dick was a victim. Jack persisted in stuffing his large cock into me while simultaneously firing round after round into my fertile uterus. While he was doing this, he was laughing maniacally. I could feel him thrashing around crazily inside my womb as he implanted his seed into me while at the same time he was planting his seed. I could feel his sperm coating his penis, which was still embedded, and filling up my womb. I could also feel his sperm coating my womb.

“Do we really have to talk about my genes at this moment? Come on, you know I’m willing to stop this mess so I can be with you. My spermatozoa are also excited to meet your gametes. You know how much I’m craving to create a new set of chromosomes with you.” “Oh, shut up,” she chuckled. Maybe you’re thinking who my lucky wife is. I know it sounds funny. How the hell did Vad become a husband when he despised the thought of love? How did a cold-hearted man offer himself to a woman? Isn’t it absurd? To tell you honestly, I had the same questions.

He taunted me, "Don't be stubborn! You may have given birth to Ella, but the egg wasn't yours! Ingrid is her real mother!" I calmly retorted with a hint of danger, "Are you delusional?" He sounded determined. "If you don't believe in me, let's get a DNA test! By the way, I'm going to divorce you too! You're just a simp who forced me into this marriage. I've done my part as a husband in our 25 years together." The mention of divorce put a smile on his face. I assumed he must have dreamed of this moment for a long time.