I lay my head on my crossed arms wheezing. My breath was in ragged bursts. The heady odor of sex waffed from between my legs making my nostrils flare. Archie's limp dick fell out of my arse. A mixture of everyone's cum coated my inner thighs. Archie kissed my back bruised from laying on the altar. I rose upright dizzily. We were alone in the temple.
He embraced me, "I'm sorry Lovey. I don't know what got into me."
I tried to smile but I was too weak, " You got... into me...I understand...Wasn't so bad... Had a good cum... I love you."
Archie smiled at my staccato response and simply said, "I love you."
The next day we flew home to England. I slept for most of the flight quite exhausted and sore from my fertility holiday. I dreamt of bassinets and baby bottles. I was sure I had conceived. When we arrived back at our flat. I went upstairs and collapsed on the bed. I was day dreaming about how to decorate the nursery when I heard Archie clicking the telephone answering machine to retrieve our messages.
I heard, "BEEP...Archie White? This is Doctor Rashid. I'm calling to inform you that there was a mistake with your fertility test. Yours got confused with an Andrew White. Sorry. You are quite normal and your sperm count is high enough that you should have no trouble impregnating Sophie. Sorry for any inconvenience. Good luck and cheerio...BEEP."
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