Bill didn’t really want to be pregnant. But he was sad to have lost custody of the kids; he wanted to be a father. So he might as well keep that. But he also didn’t want to be a single father. He looked over at Roger. And Roger was a great lay.
Deciding to change their relationship from fuckbuddies to spouses, Bill changed “hookup” to “husband”. Immediately, a ring appeared on Roger’s ring finger, as well as Bill’s.
“I’m so glad you finally divorced that bitch,” Roger said. “We’ve been wanting to get married for ages, but you had to get rid of her, first.” Roger glanced at Bill. “Sorry you lost custody of the kids, though.”
“That’s okay.” The car came to a stop outside the police station. Bill grabbed Roger’s hand before he could go inside. “Let’s work on making a family of our own.” Roger raised an eyebrow.
“Right now? But we just had sex.”
“I’m good to go if you are.”
“Hmm. I might need some…encouragement.” Roger took off his pants. Bill knew what this meant. He lowered his mouth onto Roger’s huge cock, sucking and licking it, eliciting moans from his husband. “That’s it, babe, right there.” Once Roger had been coaxed into a hard-on, Bill removed his own bottoms and lowered his pussy into position. Roger grunted.
“Fuck me, baby!” Bill begged. Roger began to thrust deep inside of Bill, just like before. Over and over again, he pounded, until he finally came, shooting a thick load into Bill. They both collapsed from the pleasure.
“That was a good one,” Roger said. They began to get dressed. “Tonight, we’ll have to do it some more at home. Until you get good and pregnant.”
“Of course.” Bill waited for Roger to leave the car, then pulled out the phone. He was pleased with how things were, but they could be better. He generated a new sentence.
It read “The middle-aged man is barely pregnant with twins.”