The Paternity Proposition

AN: This story is written from Victor's point of view.

I was walking along the pier when I saw Marty sitting on the edge of the docks. She had her feet hanging in the water and she looked completely lost.

"Hey Marty, mind if I join you?" I asked as I sat next to her.

She shrugged her shoulders and continued to look out at the river.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Come on Marty...I know you better than you think and I know that you're upset...you can talk to me. Why have you been crying?" I asked as I looked into her blue eyes.

"I wanted to have another baby again so badly, but it's not going to happen and I guess I'm just a little sad."

"Why won't it happen?"

"I just got done seeing my OBGYN and he told me that I'm starting to show signs of having menopause. I'm running out of time...if I wanted to have another child I would have to become pregnant now but that's not going to happen since I'm single and alone," Marty said as she begun to cry.

"Why don't we have a baby together?"

"What? We can't...you have Tea now and we haven't been together in a long time. You've moved on with your life and I don't want to drag you into my problems."

"Your problems are my problems. I want you to be happy and I have always wanted to have a baby with you. What do you say?" I asked hoping that Marty would let me help her with her dreams of becoming a mother again.

"What about Tea?" Marty asked.

"Tea doesn't have to know." I loved my wife and the last thing that I wanted to do was hurt her, but I loved Marty more and the temptation to have a child with her was too appealing to pass up. "Let me help you Marty," I pleaded.

"Okay...I'll let you be the father of my child," Marty finally consented.

XOXOXO

It took me several days to arrange for Marty and I's weekend together. I told Tea that I was out of town covering a story for the SUN. I had even made sure that my weekend away coincided with a big court case that Tea had been preparing for. I had booked our weekend in Hawiee under false names and had even booked separate flights so that nobody would grow suspicious.

I lit the candles, turned on romantic music and placed the rose petals on the bed and made sure that everything was in place for Marty's arrival. I felt nervous when I heard a knock on the door. I was nervous that sonething would go wrong and I would lose my chance of being with Marty.

I opened it up and Marty stood there looking as beautiful as I had ever seen her. I reached my hand out to hers and grabbed her suitcase as she came inside.

"You shouldn't have gone to so much trouble. It's absolutely beautiful up here."

"You're beautiful and I wanted this weekend to be perfect," I stated as I kissed her. Her lips tasted of the raspberry chapstick that she often wore and I could smell the lilac in her hair from her favorite shampoo. Her smells had awoken a fire in me that could only be quenched by her love.

"Do you know how much I want you?" I whispered in her ear.

"I want you too," Marty stated as she melted in my arms.

"Dance with me," I stated as I wrapped my arms around her waist. We moved together as I held her in my arms...she rested her head against my chest and it felt so right that it couldn't 't be wrong.

I unzipped her dress and ran my fingers up and down her curvaceous body. I wanted to take my time with her and savor every minute as if it was my last, but the need to be inside of her was to powerful to be ignored any longer. Marty stepped out of her dress revealing that she was wearing a black bra and panties...black had become my new favorite color.

I lifted her up in my arms and carried her towards the bedroom. I gently laid her down against the red rose petals and removed my suit pants. She sat up and helped me unbutton my shirt. "You're already so wet," I stated as I removed her panties.

"I need you Victor...so much...please make love to me," Marty pleaded.

Marty's pleas was enough to drive me over the edge. I needed her just as badly as she seemed to need me. I positioned myself over her and groaned as we became one once again. Marty was like a drug to me...she was my addiction in every way and now that she had entered my system again...I knew that I would go to any lengths to keep from losing her.

I thrusted into her harder and harder as her vagina walls closed in on my erection. She screamed my name as her womanly essence pushed me over the edge and I hit the most enjoyful, long climax I had ever experienced.

"That was amazing," Marty stated as she held her head against my chest. "Do you think that we created a baby?"

"I hope so, but we have time...I'm not going anywhere and I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy," I stated as I pulled her against me.

XOXOXO

When I woke up I felt panicked when I noticed that Marty wasn't lying in my arms. Did she regret making love to me? Did she leave me? Had I lost her all over again?

"Marty? Where are you?" I called frantically and then I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

I cracked the door and could see Marty in the process of showering. I tore off my clothes in my hurry to hold her in my arms again.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked as I opened the shower door.

"I would love that," Marty stated. All of my doubts and fears dissapeared with her smile.

"I missed you. I didn't like the feeling of waking up without you," I said as I wrapped my arms around her.

"Let me make it up to you," Marty stated as she pulled me into a wet kiss.

I backed her up against the wall and I inserted my fingers into her wet center as I nibbled on her neck leaving evidence of the love that we shared.

"Oh god...I need you to fuck me," Marty stated.

I lifted her in the air and she wrapped her legs around me as I pushed my erection into her harder and harder as she screamed my name over and over again as we hit our orgasmic highs.

"Let me wash your body and then you can wash mine," I stated as I lathered up my hands with soap. I lathered every inch of her curvaceous body and then washed her hair.

After I was done washing Marty she lathered her hands and rubbed the soap all over my body. Her hands felt so good when she wrapped them around my penis. She was driving me crazy...I needed to make love to her again or I would lose my mind.

Once we had rinsed the soap out of our hair I carried her into the bedroom and we made love all over again. We spent the remainder of the day wrapped up in each other's arms and I showed her time after time just how much I had loved her.