Mary Salinger rolled her eyes up with frustration. After seeing the announcement in the newspaper about the "Kid's Fashion Show" at the local convention center, she was sure her husband would go with her. But as usual, he wanted nothing to do with kids, although she was sure that once they had a few of their own children he would have a change of heart. The problem was, Mike was unable to produce the right kind of sperm. He was indifferent it seemed but she desperately wanted a family. Attending "The Kid's Fashion Show" with her husband was her way of trying to inspire his cooperation and have more tests done to diagnose the problem.

"Please," she begged until her husband finally caved in, whining like a child but eventually succumbing to his wife's pleadings. After all, he wasn't really against having kids. He just wasn't enthused about sitting like a prisoner with his wife, watching an endless parade of children model clothes. It seemed like the most boring thing he could imagine doing on a Saturday afternoon.

"A pedophile's dream," is what some people might label an event filled with hundreds of cute children. Mike remembered reading a short article one day on the Internet news-critical of ANY organized event that promoted children in a sexually suggestive manner. He soon understood the meaning of "sexually suggestive " when the first group of scantily dressed little girls strolled down the runway leading from the stage. His eyes remained glued to a certain young child as she paraded with an animated smile, strutting her almost naked little body as if-she was teasing him. His cock suddenly answered the call, rising in his pants while he tried to hide the obvious boner from his wife.

The fact that a child's body aroused Mike was unsettling to his brain. But his eyes didn't lie. She was remarkably cute and very desirable, particularly the way she was dressed. The smooth, alluring shape of the attractive preteen's finely sculpted little butt beckoned him. His mind wandered secretly, as he imagined feeling up the little girl's forbidden sexual treats, the places that were off limits to even think about in this day of "pedophile" hysteria. Sweat poured from his skin as his loins heated from anticipation while he imagined the nasty things he would do if he ever had the chance to..."Well. What do you think about all these adorable little children?" his wife suddenly blurted out, hoping her husband would be impressed and motivated to do something about his lack of sperm cells.

Mike smiled sheepishly at his wife as he continued to cover the growing lump in his pants with his hand. Then it happened.

"Darling! You're hard," she whispered as her fingertips began to smooth over his lap. "Don't tell me that watching all these cuties makes you hard," she teased as she massaged her husband's swollen cock Then an unexpected surprise came right out of his wife's mouth. ......(cont)