"Del it did not work. I am not pregnant," was all she could stammer between her emotional sobs. The line then went dead.
I waited a few minutes and called her back. She told me she was so convinced our union at Christmas would get her pregnant and she was so hurt it had not worked. Mary shared with me that she had had multiple tests and she could, in fact, have a child. It was Doug who refused to believe there could be a problem and had refused testing.
Mary pleaded with me to make love to her again with one goal in mind. She told me she had carefully monitored her cycle and the next week was her most fertile, and most horny, time. Doug was going to a convention and she wanted to meet me at a posh hotel. We both felt there would be less pressure out of their house and bed.
Arriving at the hotel I inquired at the desk. Mary had told the desk she was expecting her husband but gave my first name. Armed with the key I made my way to the room with a dozen yellow roses in my hand.
The door swung open into a living room with a fantastic view of the still snowy mountains. Laying the roses down I called out for Mary.
I did not hear an exact response more a guttural moan or gasp. That was followed by "Good you are here. Come in Del."
I was not prepared for the sight in the bed. Mary was laying, naked, a toy humming within her and her hands moving on her breasts and body.
Smiling she said, "I hope you don't mind but I have primed the pump for you."
She gasped and moaned repeatedly as I slowly undressed at the foot of the bed.