20-Year-Old Almost Got Me Pregnant At 43
When I was 43, I had a pregnancy scare after going to bed with a 20-year-old college guy I met at the beach at Galveston, Texas. I hadn’t planned on having sex with anyone, but had gone to Galveston to relax at the beach while my husband was on a business trip. We had an open marriage and I of course was allowed to take anyone to bed that I want to (as long as I told my husband every dirty detail later on).
I was relaxing at the beach in bikini bottoms but wearing an over-sized t-shirt when I met a rather handsome young man while walking along the beach. He had been walking along the beach as well and we just sort of struck up a conversation. I found out that he was going to college and that he was 20. I didn’t lie about my age and quickly told him I was 43, quickly followed that I was here alone as my husband was overseas for business. We probably walked a mile just talking before we turned around and walked back and by then the sun was beginning to set.
He had come with friends to relax on the beach but they had already gone back to the hotel and he called them to say he’d be back later as we were walking. I’m experienced enough to know what he was hoping for, and in most cases a woman in my position who was happily married with two teenage daughters (who were with their grandparents for the weekend) wouldn’t give such a young guy a second look. Heck, even an older man probably wouldn’t get a second look. Sure, most women would be flattered by the fact that a handsome man was hitting on them, but would know better than to act upon their natural impulses. As I wasn’t one of those women, and was in total control of what was going on, I decided to see how far things could get if I played along.
So, when he hinted that maybe he could buy me dinner, I quickly accepted. It wasn’t anything fancy as we were able to eat casually with what we were wearing (he was in shorts and a t-shirt, and me in my bikini bottoms and t-shirt with flip flops)
After dinner, he asked if I’d like to take a walk on the beach for a little bit before he took me back to my hotel like a gentleman. I agreed and we walked the beach as it was getting dark just after sunset and I have to admit it was very romantic. At one point I even took his arm and held it as we walked and I could feel him almost tremble. We did talk honestly about my husband and what he would think if he saw us now. Though I didn’t tell him my entire history and that I was in an open marriage, I told my young friend that he probably would be happy for me if he saw me waling on the beach with a handsome young man. That give my friend courage to turn to me in the dark, put his hands into my hair, and tell me how beautiful I was. Well, I’m a woman who needs to hear praise like that and I responded by putting my arms around his waist and thanked him for telling me that. We then hugged and I knew at that moment that he would be sharing my bed that night.
As he was sharing a room with his friends, I asked him if he’d like to come back to my room. I didn’t tell him the reason or make some silly excuse of what we’d be doing there. We both knew why I was asking him and he told me that he would love to.
He then held my hand as we walked to the Holiday Inn hotel, which was right along the beach.
As soon as we got into my hotel room, we didn’t waste time as he took me into his arms and kissed me.
The foreplay was wonderful. He slowly took off my clothing, and I his, as we sat on the bed. When I took off his shirt I was taken back at how perfect his chest was. I love strong, muscular young men, and he fit the bill perfectly. We then began kissing, and I found that he was quite a sensuous kisser, which surprised me, since he took his time. I’d been with younger men before, and most were eager to get to the “main event” of intercourse. Not my friend as he seemed to be far older than his mere 20 years.
He finally maneuvered me on my back so he could give me oral and it was absolutely mind blowing. He was slow, but had a steady tongue and knew right where to lick me. I even asked him where he learned this and he confessed that he had been with an older woman who showed him how to make love versus just having sex. Well, it sure worked and I just laid back and enjoyed it.
After he gave me oral, he got onto his knees and spread my legs. To his credit, he asked if I was on birth control, and I actually fibbed telling him that I was when in truth I wasn't. I'd recently got off birth control as I thought I was past it. I'd been practicing natural birth control in that I knew my ovulation very well, and was able to predict my fertility days to a tee. It had worked so far, plus I thought that I was in my safe zone for another day or so. Furthermore, at the ripe old age of 43, I knew even if I’d wanted to get pregnant the chances were very low for me due to my age as after 35, the chances of a pregnancy diminishes quite alot. But the real reason I was irresponsible in this area is that I wanted him to fill me at the end with his semen. This was because for me having a man make his release at the very end was so intimate, so wonderful, that I didn’t want to risk him either pulling out or insisting on a condom if I told him I wasn’t on birth control.
So, with my lie leaving my lips, he felt secure that there was no danger of a pregnancy, and he parted my legs as wide as he could and mounted me. I reached down to guide his wonderfully thick cock to my pussy and planted him firmly into my entrance before letting him go. A moment later, I felt him penetrating inside of me and there was a sudden feeling of pain from the stretching of my entrance followed by a flood of pleasure as my pussy received his cock into my body.
I remember moaning as he got deeper and deeper into my body. I absolutely love the feeling of a man inside of me. There is no better feeling in the world. If I had to chose between having orgasms through oral or intercourse with no orgasms, I’d chose intercourse everything. It’s not that I don’t want an orgasm, but there is something about having a man’s penis deep inside of me between my legs that makes me feel like a real woman.
And once my friend was all the way inside of me, he began thrusting in and out of my body, which gave me thrills throughout my body.
He thrusted steadily between my legs for a total of about 15 minutes. I loved every moment of it…every thrust gave me a thrill and chilled my body to the core. Plus, knowing he was so young and at the height of his sexual energies, made it even better. I came the first-time during intercourse about 5 minutes after he first entered me. I remember it hitting me hard and all I could do was hold onto him tightly as I moaned more loudly than I generally did (I’d trained myself to be quiet during sex as I didn’t want my two daughters to her their father and I having sex).
After I came, my young friend kept thrusting in the missionary position, which is my preferred position. I’m a woman who believes in equality in most things between men and women but when it comes to sex, I’ve always wanted the man to take charge. And being in the missionary position is the ultimate “take charge” mode for sex.
And he kept on pounding me for another ten minutes or so, and I assure you that I was in heaven; not because I was having a moment of sexual ecstasy, but because I just enjoyed the feeling of this strong young man with a killer body on top of me moving between my legs. At 43 I felt old and unattractive at times; yet here was this perfectly formed young man who was so interested in me that he took me to bed and was literally “fucking my brains out” with his hard thrusting. Feeling him moving in and out of my body at a fast past, listening to him breathing into my ear, feeling the tension in his body as his pleasure grew and grew, was enough to make this old 43-year-old feel pretty good about herself.
So, for the last ten minutes, I just lay there with my young friend on top of me pounding away between my legs while I held him tightly to him. The pleasure was just feeling his skin on my body. At one point I placed my hands onto his very ample tush and I almost pushed it as he was thrusting inside of me. I didn’t want it to end, but he finally told me he was getting close. So, I told him to come inside of me as deeply as he could, and he said that he would.
I was hovering near another orgasm, and when I told him he could come inside of me he began thrusting extra hard and fast. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him extra tight, pushing his body against mine as hard as I could. He told me he was coming and I told him to go ahead. A moment later I felt a very hot substance pulsating into my body and knew he was making his release inside of me. That pushed me over the orgasmic cliff and I came for a third time (oral was first and twice during intercourse). I moaned as he moaned, filling my body with his youthful semen.
He kept on thrusting for a few moments after he’d emptied himself inside of me. I felt like a vampire at the moment since I’d drained him literally of his life-giving fluids.
He stayed in place for a few minutes before getting off of me and getting onto his back. I would have preferred he hold me, but I knew that most young men didn’t want to do this, and so I didn’t insist.
We talked for a little bit and asked about my husband and was he really OK with me bedding other men. I assured him he wouldn’t be bothered by it, but I could tell it bothered him. I felt a bit sad that he felt guilty, and tried to comfort him but he eventually told me he had to go. He got dressed and left.
And that was it.
I felt a bit let down as I really need to be held and caressed after such an intensive lovemaking session. It anchors me and lets me come down softly rather than the hard landing I just experienced with my friend.
I then wrote an email of what happened to my husband (he loved to hear about my adventures) and went to sleep. The next day, after another walk on the beach early in the morning (and hoping to see my young friend again) I checked out and left for home. I didn’t even get his cell phone number.
I lived my life as normal, and greeted my husband when he returned home from his trip. I didn’t think much of it until I realized about three weeks later that I didn’t get my period, which generally was very reliable and on schedule. I realized in horror that perhaps I got the timing wrong when I was with my young friend.
I waited a few more days but nothing, which was very strange. I took a pregnancy test and at first it was negative. After two weeks of no period I tried another pregnancy test and to my shock and horror it showed that I was pregnant!
I called my husband into the bathroom crying and showed him. He was shocked as well and we both knew that he wasn’t the father as he wasn’t around…the only sperm released into my body was from my young friend.
I was prepared for the worst as I didn’t know what to do, but then I got stomach cramps and I began my period, which was heavier than usual. I ended up going to my doctor (though I didn’t tell him the circumstances) and she told me that what I probably had was a chemical pregnancy. That means I was pregnant but there was an early miscarriage. She said that many women don’t even know they are pregnant, as it's for such a short time, and most attribute the heavier than usual menstrual cycle as normal. I was so thankful and happy when I left the doctor’s office, and quickly called my husband to tell him the good news.
I did get back onto birth control right afterwards, so that this wouldn’t happen again. And yes, it was my own fault, as I was having sex close to my ovulation (as I miscalculated the dates) with a strong, healthy young man at his sexual prime. Of course, he was going to get me pregnant if it was possible.
I continued with birth control until I was about 51, when I figured I was safe from a pregnancy. And so far, I’ve been correct. At 57-years, I figure if I get pregnant now it will truly be a miracle baby and I won’t fight it.
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Natalie
I was relaxing at the beach in bikini bottoms but wearing an over-sized t-shirt when I met a rather handsome young man while walking along the beach. He had been walking along the beach as well and we just sort of struck up a conversation. I found out that he was going to college and that he was 20. I didn’t lie about my age and quickly told him I was 43, quickly followed that I was here alone as my husband was overseas for business. We probably walked a mile just talking before we turned around and walked back and by then the sun was beginning to set.
He had come with friends to relax on the beach but they had already gone back to the hotel and he called them to say he’d be back later as we were walking. I’m experienced enough to know what he was hoping for, and in most cases a woman in my position who was happily married with two teenage daughters (who were with their grandparents for the weekend) wouldn’t give such a young guy a second look. Heck, even an older man probably wouldn’t get a second look. Sure, most women would be flattered by the fact that a handsome man was hitting on them, but would know better than to act upon their natural impulses. As I wasn’t one of those women, and was in total control of what was going on, I decided to see how far things could get if I played along.
So, when he hinted that maybe he could buy me dinner, I quickly accepted. It wasn’t anything fancy as we were able to eat casually with what we were wearing (he was in shorts and a t-shirt, and me in my bikini bottoms and t-shirt with flip flops)
After dinner, he asked if I’d like to take a walk on the beach for a little bit before he took me back to my hotel like a gentleman. I agreed and we walked the beach as it was getting dark just after sunset and I have to admit it was very romantic. At one point I even took his arm and held it as we walked and I could feel him almost tremble. We did talk honestly about my husband and what he would think if he saw us now. Though I didn’t tell him my entire history and that I was in an open marriage, I told my young friend that he probably would be happy for me if he saw me waling on the beach with a handsome young man. That give my friend courage to turn to me in the dark, put his hands into my hair, and tell me how beautiful I was. Well, I’m a woman who needs to hear praise like that and I responded by putting my arms around his waist and thanked him for telling me that. We then hugged and I knew at that moment that he would be sharing my bed that night.
As he was sharing a room with his friends, I asked him if he’d like to come back to my room. I didn’t tell him the reason or make some silly excuse of what we’d be doing there. We both knew why I was asking him and he told me that he would love to.
He then held my hand as we walked to the Holiday Inn hotel, which was right along the beach.
As soon as we got into my hotel room, we didn’t waste time as he took me into his arms and kissed me.
The foreplay was wonderful. He slowly took off my clothing, and I his, as we sat on the bed. When I took off his shirt I was taken back at how perfect his chest was. I love strong, muscular young men, and he fit the bill perfectly. We then began kissing, and I found that he was quite a sensuous kisser, which surprised me, since he took his time. I’d been with younger men before, and most were eager to get to the “main event” of intercourse. Not my friend as he seemed to be far older than his mere 20 years.
He finally maneuvered me on my back so he could give me oral and it was absolutely mind blowing. He was slow, but had a steady tongue and knew right where to lick me. I even asked him where he learned this and he confessed that he had been with an older woman who showed him how to make love versus just having sex. Well, it sure worked and I just laid back and enjoyed it.
After he gave me oral, he got onto his knees and spread my legs. To his credit, he asked if I was on birth control, and I actually fibbed telling him that I was when in truth I wasn't. I'd recently got off birth control as I thought I was past it. I'd been practicing natural birth control in that I knew my ovulation very well, and was able to predict my fertility days to a tee. It had worked so far, plus I thought that I was in my safe zone for another day or so. Furthermore, at the ripe old age of 43, I knew even if I’d wanted to get pregnant the chances were very low for me due to my age as after 35, the chances of a pregnancy diminishes quite alot. But the real reason I was irresponsible in this area is that I wanted him to fill me at the end with his semen. This was because for me having a man make his release at the very end was so intimate, so wonderful, that I didn’t want to risk him either pulling out or insisting on a condom if I told him I wasn’t on birth control.
So, with my lie leaving my lips, he felt secure that there was no danger of a pregnancy, and he parted my legs as wide as he could and mounted me. I reached down to guide his wonderfully thick cock to my pussy and planted him firmly into my entrance before letting him go. A moment later, I felt him penetrating inside of me and there was a sudden feeling of pain from the stretching of my entrance followed by a flood of pleasure as my pussy received his cock into my body.
I remember moaning as he got deeper and deeper into my body. I absolutely love the feeling of a man inside of me. There is no better feeling in the world. If I had to chose between having orgasms through oral or intercourse with no orgasms, I’d chose intercourse everything. It’s not that I don’t want an orgasm, but there is something about having a man’s penis deep inside of me between my legs that makes me feel like a real woman.
And once my friend was all the way inside of me, he began thrusting in and out of my body, which gave me thrills throughout my body.
He thrusted steadily between my legs for a total of about 15 minutes. I loved every moment of it…every thrust gave me a thrill and chilled my body to the core. Plus, knowing he was so young and at the height of his sexual energies, made it even better. I came the first-time during intercourse about 5 minutes after he first entered me. I remember it hitting me hard and all I could do was hold onto him tightly as I moaned more loudly than I generally did (I’d trained myself to be quiet during sex as I didn’t want my two daughters to her their father and I having sex).
After I came, my young friend kept thrusting in the missionary position, which is my preferred position. I’m a woman who believes in equality in most things between men and women but when it comes to sex, I’ve always wanted the man to take charge. And being in the missionary position is the ultimate “take charge” mode for sex.
And he kept on pounding me for another ten minutes or so, and I assure you that I was in heaven; not because I was having a moment of sexual ecstasy, but because I just enjoyed the feeling of this strong young man with a killer body on top of me moving between my legs. At 43 I felt old and unattractive at times; yet here was this perfectly formed young man who was so interested in me that he took me to bed and was literally “fucking my brains out” with his hard thrusting. Feeling him moving in and out of my body at a fast past, listening to him breathing into my ear, feeling the tension in his body as his pleasure grew and grew, was enough to make this old 43-year-old feel pretty good about herself.
So, for the last ten minutes, I just lay there with my young friend on top of me pounding away between my legs while I held him tightly to him. The pleasure was just feeling his skin on my body. At one point I placed my hands onto his very ample tush and I almost pushed it as he was thrusting inside of me. I didn’t want it to end, but he finally told me he was getting close. So, I told him to come inside of me as deeply as he could, and he said that he would.
I was hovering near another orgasm, and when I told him he could come inside of me he began thrusting extra hard and fast. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him extra tight, pushing his body against mine as hard as I could. He told me he was coming and I told him to go ahead. A moment later I felt a very hot substance pulsating into my body and knew he was making his release inside of me. That pushed me over the orgasmic cliff and I came for a third time (oral was first and twice during intercourse). I moaned as he moaned, filling my body with his youthful semen.
He kept on thrusting for a few moments after he’d emptied himself inside of me. I felt like a vampire at the moment since I’d drained him literally of his life-giving fluids.
He stayed in place for a few minutes before getting off of me and getting onto his back. I would have preferred he hold me, but I knew that most young men didn’t want to do this, and so I didn’t insist.
We talked for a little bit and asked about my husband and was he really OK with me bedding other men. I assured him he wouldn’t be bothered by it, but I could tell it bothered him. I felt a bit sad that he felt guilty, and tried to comfort him but he eventually told me he had to go. He got dressed and left.
And that was it.
I felt a bit let down as I really need to be held and caressed after such an intensive lovemaking session. It anchors me and lets me come down softly rather than the hard landing I just experienced with my friend.
I then wrote an email of what happened to my husband (he loved to hear about my adventures) and went to sleep. The next day, after another walk on the beach early in the morning (and hoping to see my young friend again) I checked out and left for home. I didn’t even get his cell phone number.
I lived my life as normal, and greeted my husband when he returned home from his trip. I didn’t think much of it until I realized about three weeks later that I didn’t get my period, which generally was very reliable and on schedule. I realized in horror that perhaps I got the timing wrong when I was with my young friend.
I waited a few more days but nothing, which was very strange. I took a pregnancy test and at first it was negative. After two weeks of no period I tried another pregnancy test and to my shock and horror it showed that I was pregnant!
I called my husband into the bathroom crying and showed him. He was shocked as well and we both knew that he wasn’t the father as he wasn’t around…the only sperm released into my body was from my young friend.
I was prepared for the worst as I didn’t know what to do, but then I got stomach cramps and I began my period, which was heavier than usual. I ended up going to my doctor (though I didn’t tell him the circumstances) and she told me that what I probably had was a chemical pregnancy. That means I was pregnant but there was an early miscarriage. She said that many women don’t even know they are pregnant, as it's for such a short time, and most attribute the heavier than usual menstrual cycle as normal. I was so thankful and happy when I left the doctor’s office, and quickly called my husband to tell him the good news.
I did get back onto birth control right afterwards, so that this wouldn’t happen again. And yes, it was my own fault, as I was having sex close to my ovulation (as I miscalculated the dates) with a strong, healthy young man at his sexual prime. Of course, he was going to get me pregnant if it was possible.
I continued with birth control until I was about 51, when I figured I was safe from a pregnancy. And so far, I’ve been correct. At 57-years, I figure if I get pregnant now it will truly be a miracle baby and I won’t fight it.
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Natalie
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