"...Well, it's sort of like when humans have sex, but we need 3 participants." Elizabeth said.
"3? Why do we need 3?" You ask inquisitively.
"Well, you see: First, we have sex..." she started, to which you respond:
"What! We're having sex? Us?" You ask, nervously, dreading the answer, since it was so obvious.
"Of course! What'd you think? Anyway, first we have sex, then the egg forms inside of us, which is then
fertilized by a male; like a sailor in the middle of the sea. Why do you think mermaids had to attract sailors
in those old stories?" she responds.
"Wh... what? I don't... how does that make sense, Scientifically speaking?" you ask, puzzled.
"Think of it like 2 people having an offspring, in our case, the egg, with both our genetic coding, and then
that offspring having sex with another. But this is really a dumbed down way of putting it, not that it really
matters."
"Alright then... so how do we have sex then?" you ask, as delaying the inevitable would just further you from
being with your wife again.
"Let me show you..." she says with a smile on her face as she rapidly swims towards you.
Similar to the previous embracing kiss she gave you, she put her lips to yours, and your tongues danced. Her
breasts and your breasts were pressed together, your nipples touching, causing them to sort of stiffen up,
from just how good it felt. She lowered her hands to your ass, and brought you two to a position where your
lower and upper body were touching with the only space between them was the space between your stomachs. This,
at first surprised you enough to almost make you pull back, but you resisted the urge and decided to move on
with this process. She then got her right hand and stuck a finger in your clit. You would've instinctively
pulled back, but the pleasure you felt was so immense, an immense feeling of euphoria surging through your
entire body, too much for you to focus on anything. Eventually, a white fluid began coming out of your new
found womanhood, you were cumming. Once this began happening, Elizabeth began fingering herself, until she
herself had the same thing happen. You then felt an especially strange feeling from your vagina, as if it were
sort of sucking in the fluid, and it was. Elizabeth's did the exact same. The pleasure coming from this was
nearly equal to that of the fingering, and you both stayed in that loving embrace for at least half an hour
until you both pass out.
When you come to, you find Elizabeth hugging you tightly, her head putting a bit of pressure on your breasts,
as if she was using them like a pillow. Her eyes were closed, she was smiling, satisfied with the previous
events. About 10 minutes later she woke up. The first thing she said was:
"How was it? This was my first time..." she admitted.
"It was... then how did you know so much about it?" you asked.
"I used to watch the others... I never wanted to do them with them though, because I was the newest one... a
little nervous. Since you were new... I felt safe with you. When I told you about our experiences with
sailors, I only told you about what Abigail described to me to get me to do it. And I should tell you... I
lied."
"Lied? About what!?" you asked, hoping what happened before wasn't just for fun.
"We both didn't need to become pregnant, if I wanted, only you would've become pregnant. But, I didn't want
you to be alone, so I decided to get myself pregnant too."
"Oh... I see... that's... nice." you were really glad that you couldn't explain to your wife that you had sex
twice while gone. Well, for now it was only one, but it's only a matter of time until you needed to seduce a
sailor.
"How long until the egg forms?" you ask.
"About 24 hours. It's a really fast process surprisingly. Look, our stomachs already look fairly bloated, we
must have been out for a while now.
You felt your stomach, it actually was fairly rounded now, in fact, you couldn't lie to yourself, it was
practically obvious you were pregnant now, and you could feel it gradually expanding.
"How big is the egg going to be?" you ask nervously.
"About the size of a human baby, but just a bit smaller, but the egg sack's a bit bigger."
You felt your stomach, it was warm, and you could barely feel the movement of some sort of incomplete creature
lazily floating there. There was life inside of you, but it wasn't complete yet, there was still the
fertilization that needed to be done.