Yesterday I got a call from Jenny saying she just got back from her doctor, and… she’s pregnant! She’s due late August this year – my monkey girl friend is having a monkey baby. It’s kind of cute, she wants me to witness the birth.

The weird thing is that last night, Jay got a message from her saying, “We really need to talk. I have some concerns.” WTF is that? Does she think that Jay is the father? I’m gonna do some math on that monkey wench’s ass. If her due date is in late August, then she conceived late November. The only time Jay’s cock was in her little monkey cunt was December 21.

My blog has saved me from a sleepless night. When Jay told me about her message, I went through a gamut of emotions. Anger at her presumption, jealousy over another woman’s presumed motherhood of Jay’s child, annoyance at her stupidity, then when I did the math, I felt relieved, but still mad at her for suggesting the possibility. I guess it was okay with me that Jay fucks her, just not sire children with her. That’s why I swallowed all that cum right after he pulled out of her. I’m jealously securing his cum from any manipulative wench. What I’m really protecting is the work we’ve put into our own empire. I’m not taking any chances of having to pay child support to anyone.

I keep to very strict rules. That’s the only way I can feel comfortable about being so loose. I played a lot with other guys when I was on the birth control pill. Now that I’m off it, my extra male lovers only have access to my mouth and ass. Only Jay can fuck my cunt, and he doesn’t even cum in it. I always make him cum in my mouth and my face. (Semen is my pure protein facial beauty regimen… but that’s another blog entry!)

When Jay and I first married, I thought I would wait till the year of the monkey to have a child with him. Now that the year of the golden monkey is upon us, I’m postponing babymaking again for a few more years down the road. We’re having way too much fun enjoying the fruits of our labor. Maybe on the year of the mouse…