The Email 4

Once again my period had started exactly on schedule. Dirk and I had been trying to have a baby for seven years now with no luck. We had seen countless fertility specialist, and had every possible test run. My ovulation cycle was regular and predictable so we knew which days we were most likely to conceive, Dirks sperm count was high and the sperm were highly active. But the doctors could not explain why we could not have a baby. We joined a couple of support groups for childless couples. To make matters worse Dirk had recently received a promotion at work, which required more travel on short notice so it was becoming more difficult for us to be together during the most likely days for us to conceive.

All the frustration was beginning to take it toll of my outlook on life. I found that I couldn't just enjoy have Dirk's 7 inches of cock inside of my pussy, and I certainly couldn't enjoy having him pump my mouth full of his sweet jism. The process had become a full time job. I had reached the point were I had to have Dirk's sperm in my pussy on the right days or not at all. The third month in a row that Dirk had to be out of town I began to have these strange dreams.

A dark robe clad figure appeared before me at the foot of my bed but strangely I was not frightened. He reached out and grasped my by the ankles and I felt as if I was floating as he pulled me out of the bed. He pulled my out to the hall and down to the basement, where he laid me down on Dirks workbench. The figure walked over to the far corner of the basement and started to rummage around through some boxes the previous owners of the house had left. Dirk and I had never taken the time to go through these boxes. When the figure finally stood up and turned around he was holding a large screwdriver. At this time I became extremely frightened and screamed. I woke up screaming and drenched in sweat. I got up, pulled off my gown, took a long hot shower and tried to go back to sleep.

The next night the figure was back again with a rose in his hand. I felt as if the rose was his apology for frightening me. As I took the rose in my hand I again felt as if I was floating and the figure led me down to the basement again. This time as the figure sat me down on the workbench I could see that he had already set out a number of tools at the end of the workbench. The figure turned and walked over to the far corner of the basement again and began to take some odd looking object out of the boxes. Occasionally the figure came over to the workbench to retrieve a tool as he built something out of the parts he had removed from the boxes.

When the figure was done he came over helped me down off the workbench and led me over to the contraption he had built. It looked a little like an excersize machine with some boot like shoes for my feet to go in, a wide seat, a handhold above my head and no rails across the front of the machine. The stranger bowed to me and then indicated that I should try out the machine. I walked around the machine looking at it and then started to step into it when the figure stopped me like I was doing something wrong. I shugged my shoulders to indicate that I didn't understand. The figure then removed his robe and held out one of his arms as if offering to hold my gown. The figure was clearly a well-built man like my husband, however his dick appeared to be very small and flaccid perhaps 2 or 3 inches long. Somehow his facial features remained vague in spite of the other details that I could see.

After I had removed my clothes and handed them to the stranger, I climbed onto the machine. As I started to pedal the machine the stranger turned a knob on the machine and it started ticking like a timer. The stranger then neatly folded my clothes and his robe and placed then on the workbench. The figure came back over and stood in front of me and indicated with a cycling action of his hands that I should pedal faster. As I pedaled faster I noticed that his cock began to swell and grow longer. After several minutes the figure again indicated that I should pedal faster. As I began to pedal faster I saw his cock twitch and grow a little bigger so I began to pedal a little faster ever couple of minutes. Every time I speeded up his cock grew a little bigger. When the timer went off his cock had grown to the same size as Dirk's. The figure held out a hand as if to indicate that I should stop. As soon as I stopped pedaling the shoes clamped down grabbing my feet. The pedals then moved up and apart spreading my legs wide apart. The stranger then knelt down and started to rub my clit in a circular motion. In a few minutes I had a tremendous orgasm. The figure then stood up and slowly pushed his cock into my still convulsing slit. Just as the stranger fully buried his cock in my pussy I woke up.