My Wife’s Gym Classes –Part Twelve I wrote in some detail of what happened to my wife after she went for gym classes. What happened after the travellers took over fucking her, from the truckers, can not be posted on here. It was too rough and dirty. One guy must have been nearly eighty and took her bare back, like the rest. There has been some delay with this instalment because of difficulties arising from all the rough sex that she had. The most embarrassing of these difficulties was that she missed her period. Because she is forty, I had not considered pregnancy a risk. Her breasts and vagina were very bruised after multiple sex with a lot of very rough men. She was also very sore from having been fisted and other things being put inside her tight bald designer pussy. The brutal men had really taken it out on my posh petite blonde wife, and myself, seeming especially angry because we were rather upper class. My wife had orgasmed a lot during her rough handling, and I had been fucked while being made to wear my wife’s tennis clothes. It was a dangerous experience and has made me more confused. I also could not understand why I was excited that any one of so many strangers could have made my wife pregnant. Us being professional people, it was hard to decide what to do next. Obviously she would have to see her GP. We left it a few weeks for her bruises and love bites to fade. A pregnancy test had confirmed the worst. I wanked like mad, knowing that my wife had been impregnated by such brutal thrusts and vile seed. Our regular doctor is always heavily booked and my wife felt more comfortable seeing the locum. He is a rather fat old Pakistani who speaks with a heavy accent. I saw him once when I had problems with impotence. Like my wife, I am skinny and blonde, looking young for my age. I let my hair grow a bit long and it is silky and curly. I also like to wear silk briefs. It was really embarrassing because when I stripped down to them for a full examination, my little penis became very hard. This made the doctor ask whether my problem had something to do with me being gay. My penis grew harder with the insult. He asked me to take my briefs off. Standing there completely exposed, he was staring really hard at me. Then he said that my full head of blonde hair and my skin suggested that I was not high on testorone. He was looking at me very sternly when he started asking me about my sex life. He asked me if my wife had affairs. I said that I didn’t think so. Then he said, laughing that a good woman needed a lot of loving. I did not know what to say and he seemed to enjoy seeing that I was very embarrassed. I was bright red when I left his surgery, but strangely excited. The pills did have some effect. I started to fantasise about my wife having sex with a lot of rough men. It was odd how it all worked out, but I guess I wanted it to happen. When I suggested that my wife went to see the locum, because a pregnancy test had confirmed her pregnancy, she said: ‘What on earth am I going to tell him. I can’t have this baby. Those men were awful pigs and said such nasty things to me. God knows what the baby will be like. Anyway I don’t want another child. I want to enjoy life now.’ ‘Well all you have to do is tell the doctor that you have accidentally become pregnant. Tell him it must have been the pills he gave me.’ I said. She thought about it for a while and then fixed an appointment. She has expensive tastes in clothes and lingerie, loves make up and high-heeled shoes. I was really turned on by her having to strip for the fat Pakistani. I knew he was bound to give her an internal examination. I could not wait to see how she would dress for him. I expected her to leave the make up, jewellery and perfume off and go in a casual top and trousers. I was very mistaken. I work a lot from our large country home and was there to watch her get dressed. I almost came in my pants watching her pull on deep blue full satin and lace panties. They were so tight; they hugged her pert bottom and pussy mound and showed off her little abused slit. She added to this with a deep satin and lace suspender belt of the same colour, pulling on black silk seamed stockings and attaching the deep shining band of black stocking top to the pretty suspenders which had little darts of ribbon to hide the suspender buttons. The nipples on her pert 34d breast were erect. I was more excited knowing that she was excited. Then she put on a deep blue satin and lace bra. To match the rest of her expensive undies. To complete the effect, she took a very pretty full length satin slip from her range of slips. It was also deep blue with about two inches of exquisitely sexy lace around the hem. When the slip fell into place, hugging her trim figure, I could clearly make out the outline of her suspender straps, God she looked so fuckable and the fat Pakistani was going to see this and put his chubby hand inside her tight pussy. I wanted to go and wank, but also wanted to watch her complete the process of getting dressed. She decided to wear a white chiffon blouse. It was thin enough to make out the pretty lace trimmed top of her slip. Then she selected a tight white knee length skirt and little matching jacket, which finished, just below her waist. She looked so sexy in this tailored silk skirt suit, completing her demure and sexy look with four inch black high heeled shoes. Long blonde hair tied up in a French pleat, doused in expensive perfume, glittering and jewellery and well made up, she grabbed her bag and said she was off. Her face looked very enigmatic. I sensed she was sexually aroused. I watched her, walk across our gravel driveway , taking very short feminine steps, her petite slim figure well outlined by her tight clothes. She climbed into our gleaming convertible. As she did so, her skirt rode up a little, exposing a froth of deep blue lace and satin. Then the engine roared into life, the gravel crackled and she was off into town. I rushed to the bathroom, took off my clothes, sat on the edge of the bath. My little penis was rock hard. I pulled the foreskin right back. It was so tight that it hurt, but the pain excited me. I began rubbing it hard, watching my ejaculate spurt across the tiles. As always after orgasm, I was fully aware of the madness and recklessness of my dirty desires.