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STORY TITLE 	Losing Yourself
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Becky was my first love. In the same class at school we were
inseparable by the age of fifteen, living together by the time we were
nineteen and were married by twenty-three. We had our whole lives in
front of us and were looking forward to spending them together.

Neither of us had ever been with anyone else and so we discovered sex
together, from the first tentative teenage fumbling, to losing our
virginity one night at her parent's house when we were supposed to be
babysitting.

At the age of twenty-three we were practiced lovers and enjoyed a very
active and explosive sexual relationship. Becky had blossomed from a
shy teenager into a sensual and highly sexed woman who enjoyed giving
and receiving pleasure. For my part, I was always eager to learn and
loved nothing more than making Becky come and watching her enjoying her
own body.

Shortly after we were married we began discussing the idea of a family.
Both of us wanted kids and wanted to have the energy of young parents
but although I was keen, Becky was unconvinced as to whether the time
was right. I was working my way up the ranks of a major bank and Becky
had a job teaching young children in a local school that she enjoyed
and she worried about whether she was ready to be a mother and about
whether we could manage financially. In part our different stances
reflected our attitude towards many things in life. I was more
prepared to take risks and felt that things usually worked out whereas
Becky was naturally more cautious. Generally speaking we balanced each
other out.

As the months drifted by however, I became more focused on the idea of
having a baby and became increasingly frustrated by Becky's hesitancy.
Now we had always s been very careful about birth control being very
weary of an unwanted pregnancy. Becky was unable to take the pill and
we had always relied on condoms. In fact when we started having sex I
even used to wear two condoms!! It added an extra feeling of security
and the decrease in sensation helped me to last longer. This, I think,
gives an indication about how careful we were and I think it was
because of this that the idea of getting pregnant as we got older began
to become quite powerfully erotic. There is just something so exciting
about the forbidden. I began to realise this when I started to
fantasize whilst inside Becky that I wasn't wearing a condom or that I
knew it had ripped and wasn't stopping. The idea that I might get her
pregnant always turned me on and brought me to a powerful orgasm.

Over time I began introducing elements of my fantasy to Becky and was
delighted to find that she also found it a delicious turn on.
Occasionally whilst we were having sex we would pretend that I was in
her bareback and that we were trying to make a baby. The first time
that she said, "come inside me, I want to feel you making me pregnant"
I came so hard I went light-headed. We trusted each other never to
take things any further and aside from a couple of times when she was
on her period and I slipped inside her just so that we could experience
that tremendous feeling of closeness nothing had actually happened.

I mention all this as context because there I was at twenty-three ready
to become a father, married to a woman that I loved and whom I knew
loved me. I knew that Becky wasn't fundamentally opposed to kids and I
knew that once I had her in bed and in the right mood it was just
possible that I could get inside her without a condom and by the next
morning it would be out of her hands. I lay awake at night wondering
would it be wrong? I wasn't totally at ease with the idea but it
became such a turn on that I managed to talk myself into it.

The first step was easy. On average Becky and I had sex four or five
times a week so the first thing I did was start turning her down. For
a couple of weeks I complained that I was feeling tired or stressed
because of work. I assured her that it was temporary and made a point
of cuddling her and reassuring her. Becky was fine about it but I knew
that after a couple of weeks she would be feeling horny as hell. I
tried to make sure that she didn't get too much time on her own at home
as well. I didn't want to her to take matters into her own hands! I
needed her nicely wound up for the Friday evening I had planned as the
special night.

On the Friday I arranged to leave work at lunchtime so that I could get
home and begin preparations. I began preparing a nice meal for the two
of us and bought an expensive bottle of wine. I also checked the
bedside cabinet where we kept the condoms. I had made sure that no new
condoms had been purchased and had also been throwing out the odd one
over the last couple of weeks. Now there was only one left, and
luckily Becky hadn't realised how low on supplies we were.

As it neared time for Becky to arrive home I ran a bath for her and
waited. She arrived home tired but pleased to find me waiting. I
hugged her, told her that I loved her and apologised for being a bit
distant over the last few days. I told her that I wanted to make it up
to her and guided her to the bath.

While she relaxed I finished up the dinner preparations.

We had a wonderful relaxing evening and by the end of it Becky was
beaming like a Cheshire cat and looking a little flushed from that wine
I had encouraged her to drink. I suggested that we turn in for the
evening so that I could complete my apology! Becky was only too ready.


I led her up to the bedroom and we kissed. The wine and lack of sexual
release had really done the job because she was soon kissing like she
was trying to devour me. I slipped my hands inside her robe and felt
her smooth skin, soft and glowing from the earlier bath. Easing the
robe off her shoulders I let it fall to the floor and took in the sight
of my naked wife. Becky was 5ft 6 with a slim build, black hair,
gorgeous blue eyes and pert B-Cup breasts. Her hips were quite wide,
something which she really disliked but I found the curve of her hips
extremely sexy. Women were meant to be curvy after all Her dark
pubic hair she kept cropped short. Her legs were kept toned from the
occasional work out.

"Let's get you undressed." She said, tugging my shirt from out of the
waistband of my jeans and fumbling with the buttons. I noticed that
her hands were shaking. Next she sat on the bed in front of me,
fumbled with my belt and yanked both my jeans and underwear down in one
rough jerk.

My cock had been hard for the last five hours and now bobbed in her
face, pre-cum oozing from the top and running down the shaft. Without
any prelude Becky took my cock inside her mouth letting out a low groan
of satisfaction as she did so. She sucked hard and slid the 6" of my
shaft into her mouth coating it in her saliva before concentrating her
tongue on the head and wrapping her hand around the shaft masturbating
me as she sucked. The sensations were incredible. Becky wasn't the
only one who had gone without for two weeks and I wasn't going to able
to take much of this without losing control of the situation.

I eased her off my cock and pushed her on her back and up towards the
head of the bed. Lying full length on top of her I kissed her again,
exploring her mouth with my tongue and occasionally stopping to kiss
and bite the soft crevices of her neck. All the while my cock was
pressed against her pussy and by moving my hips I was able to rub it
against the whole of her pubic region. I could already feel the heat
and the wetness of her coating my cock. It always turned us on to rub
each other like this knowing that I was close to slipping inside her
and she was soon humping up towards my cock encouraging it to nudge her
clit and slip between the groove created by the engorged lips of her
pussy.

Becky's face was flushed, "I need you" She gasped in between pants and I
was sorely tempted. Maybe I could take her now but I had spent plenty
of time thinking about this and I didn't want to rush it. I kissed her
and whispered, "not yet" before slowly sliding down her body. She let
out a frustrated whine at this point but stopped when I took one of her
nipples into my mouth and sucked hard causing her to arch her back up
towards me. I swapped to the other nipple while my hands stroked her
sides from her hips up to the sides of her breasts. I continued
sliding lower snaking my tongue across her belly and into her belly
button as my hands gripped the sides of her hips to keep them still.
I could smell her arousal and as I lowered my face to rub my nose
through her pubic hair she gasped again, "Oh God Paul, it's too much,
it's too much. Just fuck me." Ignoring her I kissed the soft skin of
her inner thighs slowly making my way up to her pussy. I could see her
juice running clear of her lips, matting her pubic hair and even
running down the crack of her arse and I just had to place the flat of
my tongue against her mound and lick slowly up from the bottom to the
top coating my mouth with her sweet flavour. Parting her lips with my
fingers I allowed my tongue to slip deeper inside her swirling around
the entrance of her pussy before sweeping upwards and over her erect
clit. She jumped and cried out again. I concentrated more on her clit
circling around and over it with light strokes. Her thighs pressed in
tightly on either side of my head. "Oh fuck, Paul, I'm nearly there.
I need to come. Don't stop." I could tell that she was close but
didn't want to push her over the edge. I continued licking her and
listening to her escalating moans as long as I dared before pulling
back and running my mouth over her thighs. Again a moan of
frustration, "Nooooo. Don't stop Paul. I'm so close." I ignored her
and continued my attention on her thighs until I was sure she had
calmed down before returning to her clit and taking her back up towards
orgasm. After repeating this four times the frustration was getting to
her. "Please baby, don't stop. Please make me come. I have to come."


I moved back up her body and looked into her eyes, "I want you to come
whilst I'm inside you." I drifted my hand back down to brush lightly
over her clit. She let out a moan, "Oh yes, yes inside me. Get inside
me." Her left hand was moving towards the bedside table seeking out
the condoms. "Let me" I said and pretended to search for them. I
feigned surprise. "Honey, there's only one left." I ripped open the
packet and grabbed the condom. I then tried damn hard to sound
disappointed, "Baby, it's ripped. It's no good." I moved my hand
back down to her clit and continued rubbing.

"Get another one."

"There aren't any others. Baby, I'll go get some. Or just let me touch
you."

I could see Becky frowning as she worked things through in her head.
This was crunch time and I increased the pressure of my fingers on her
clit. Becky groaned and made her decision. "No just get inside me. I
have to have you." My cock lurched as she said the words and my
stomach turned over but I was quick to move between her legs before she
changed her mind.

"Just pull out before you come." She said as I lined the head of my
cock up with her pussy. Becky pulled her legs up behind me, wrapping
them around my back and I slowly pushed forward. I felt the head of my
cock separate her lips and then a moment of pressure before the head
popped into her and my shaft slowly sunk in up to the hilt. The
sensation was incredible. Without the condom I could feel every bump
and groove of her pussy as it slid over the shaft of my cock. I was
much more aware of the sheer heat of her and as I settled inside her,
keeping still so as to not come right then and there, I could feel her
pussy twitching around me. I truly felt like I was inside another
human being. The penetration had elicited another moan from Becky, "Oh
that's it Paul, that's what I wanted. You feel so good."

I began moving slowly, easing back my hips feeling her pussy dragging
against me trying to keep me inside before reversing direction and
pushing back inside causing a wet sloshing sound deep inside her. I
had not been prepared for how much being inside Becky like this would
effect me and I was scared that I wouldn't last long enough to make her
come. Thankfully this anxiety calmed me down enough after the first
few thrusts to delay my orgasm. I began to grow more confident and
lengthened the strokes pulling my cock all the way out of her before
pushing back in making every stroke feel like that initial penetration.


I could tell that Becky was extremely turned on. She was groaning
loudly and every thrust into her body caused wet sounds from the amount
of juice that her pussy was producing. She was clawing at my back and
exhorting me to, "keep fucking me. Don't ever stop fucking me. I can
feel you getting harder inside me. Let me get on top of you."

I rolled off her and watched as she pulled herself up and astride me.
This worried me slightly as she would have greater control on top but I
knew that it was also the position most like to get her off and to be
honest the calculating part of my brain had shut down now. I think
that we had both lost ourselves to the intensity of our fucking.

Becky was soon reaching behind herself and grabbing my cock that was
soaked with her wetness and lining it up with her pussy. She closed
her eyes, looked upwards and slowly sunk down until our pubic hair
entwined. She leaned forward and moving her hips slowly stroked my
cock in and out of her. Then, she leaned back and ground her hips
against me. I was deep inside her in this position and rubbing against
a spot inside that always seemed to make her come. Looking up at her I
could see that her eyes had a glazed faraway look and her mouth was
twisted almost into a snarl as she ground herself against me. She
looked completely lost in her own pleasure in a way that I had never
seen and I realised now that my plan was going to work.

Becky's moans were becoming louder and I could feel my cock beginning to
swell, the tingling in my balls a further sign that I was approaching
the point of no return.

"Becky I'm going to come."

"No." She groaned, "I'm almost there."

She intensified her movements in an attempt to bring on her orgasm but
it only increased the pleasure coursing through my swelling cock.

"Becky, I can't stop."

She snapped then and shouted at me.

"Just fucking come in me. Fill me with come."

That was it. I felt an incredible tightness spread through my cock and
balls as I lifted my hips trying to get deeper inside her. The
pressure rose to a level which was almost frightening before breaking
and the most intense contractions of my cock shook my whole body as I
fired shot after shot of boiling hot come up into my wife's pussy for
the first time. I couldn't be sure then, but Becky later admitted that
it was the feeling of those first shots that finally brought on the
orgasm she had begun to think would never arrive. I saw a wonderful
flush appear across her chest as she tensed and then shook wildly
gasping out, "Oh fuck, oh fuck." I felt her pussy squeeze and contract
around my pulsing cock like it was swallowing down the come I was
shooting into it. This thought sent further tingles through my cock as
I continued to spurt up into her until finally we were both still and
Becky dropped exhaustedly down on to my chest. I rolled her off me and
on to her back keeping my spent cock buried in her preventing any of my
come from escaping as we fell into a light sleep.

The following day Becky wasn't upset like I feared she might be. She
thanked me for a wonderful evening and explained that she felt that it
was only a matter of time before we got too carried away. After all we
had been good for over eight years! However, nothing had changed. We
would continue to use condoms and if a pregnancy resulted from last
nights one off then so be it.

I couldn't believe that I had gotten away with it so easily and that
Becky seemed so free from of suspicion.

My elation turned to disappointment two weeks later when Becky's period
arrived but I consoled myself with the thought that there was always
next time. After all I had done it once...

The eight months following our night of wild unprotected sex passed
reasonably uneventfully although neither of us had forgotten the sheer
pleasure of that night and we spoke of it often whilst making love.
Many times whilst I was inside Becky she would ask me to pretend that I
was trying to get her pregnant. Often I would climax as Becky shouted,
"Fill me up. Give me your baby". The role-play turned both of us on
but the fact was that it paled in comparison with the real thing and
having experienced it once I think we both wanted it again. Living out
the fantasy had merely strengthened it. I was aching to feel my naked
cock deep inside Becky's pussy again, to feel her warmth against my
skin, but most of all to feel my cock throbbing and sending my come
deep inside her body and up towards her womb.

In truth though our relationship was going through a rocky patch and
although the sex was good it was becoming increasingly infrequent.
Work pressure was mounting, including the possible threat of redundancy
hanging over my head. We were tired most of the time and had begun to
snap at each other and the simplest disagreements were escalating into
shouting matches.

On this particular evening we were visiting our friends and neighbours
Tom and Amanda. I knew Amanda from the bank. She was 31 and a little
further up the corporate ladder than I was but confident enough with it
to socialise with the minions! Her partner of 4 years Tom was an
accountant and nice enough bloke if a little unexciting. I should add
that Amanda was pretty good looking. She was petite at 5ft 4 but slim.
Blond hair, these amazing doe blue eyes and a generous cleavage all
added up to quite a package. She was a bit of a fitness freak, which
kept her trim and toned. She was perhaps a little too conventionally
attractive for my taste I had said in reply to Becky's questioning one
night, by which I meant that I thought she was well out of my league!

Anyway the four of us got on well enough and we had become quite
friendly in recent months, well enough for them to know that we were
going through a bit of a bad patch and for them to have invited us
around for a meal for a bit of a break from time alone in our own house
shaping up for the next round of insinuations and veiled insults.

The evening went reasonably well for the most part but after dinner a
discussion about holiday destinations, of all things, suddenly
escalated into a bit of a snapping contest between Becky and myself.
One minute we were sniping at each other, the next shouting and the
conversation culminated in Becky shouting out that she didn't know why
I didn't just go off on holiday on my own as I was clearly sick of her
company and storming out of the room and upstairs. I sat there feeling
faintly embarrassed and wondering how the whole evening had spiralled
out of control so suddenly. I mumbled out an apology but Amanda said
that it was okay and that maybe I should go and talk to Becky.

I wandered upstairs and found Becky in the spare room, face red and eyes
damp, holding a tissue and staring out of the window. I sat on the
foot of the bed and we began to talk. We only chatted for about ten
minutes but it cleared the air and we probably communicated more than
we had done in the previous six weeks. Becky was concerned that we
were beginning to drift into the kind of relationship her parents had
ended up with before they divorced. What I had seen as just tiredness
from stress and work, Becky had interpreted as loss of love. I
reassured her that I still loved her and that we would work out just
fine and, yes, I still found her extremely desirable. With that she
walked over to me and knelt down to give me a hug and we begun a slow
romantic kiss.

And then bang, just like that, everything changed gears. Like I said,
Becky and I had only recently been having arguments. I think the fact
that we had never argued before was the very thing that had worried
Becky about the recent snappiness. The thing about never having bad
arguments though is that you never get to have great make-up sex. I
think we were both a bit unprepared therefore when as we were kissing
we were overtaken by a sudden rising lust. It was Becky who acted on
it first but I was eager to respond. Her kiss became more insistent
and she thrust her tongue into my mouth while her hands ran through my
hair. My mind flashed back to that night eight months earlier when I
had managed to get my bare cock into Becky's sweet pussy and I wanted
that feeling again and to hell with the consequences.

Without a thought for where we were we broke our kiss and began
grappling with buttons. Becky managed to get my shirt open and then
helped me unbutton her blouse before ripping open the button fly of my
jeans and tugging them down to my knees. There was an air of
desperation about our actions. Becky tugged down my jeans revealing my
cock jutting out rigid. I had been without any release for a while and
my hard on was almost painful. The head of my cock was an angry
purple.

I was still propped up on the foot of the bed as Becky kicked of her
shoes, hiked up her skirt and pulled down her panties before kneeling
down on the floor, taking hold of my cock and feeding it into her
mouth. I let out a hiss through clenched teeth as the sensation of her
hot mouth on my cock travelled up my body. She sunk her mouth down as
far as she could, gagging as she neared the base before moving upward,
her tongue pressed flat against the front of my cock rubbing over the
shaft and the sensitive rim of the head. When she pulled of I could
see that she had coated my entire cock in her saliva. She pumped the
shaft with a few strokes of her hand and spat over the head of my cock.
I realised that she was trying to lubricate me.

"I can't wait." She whispered, "I have to feel you inside me."

I wasn't about to argue and I lay half back propping myself up on my
elbows as she held her skirt up and sat astride me. Becky grabbed hold
of my cock and guided it to her pussy. At first she ran the head of my
cock between the lips of her pussy but soon lined it up with the
entrance to her sweet channel and began to sink herself downwards. I
tried to stifle a groan. The speed with which she had taken me meant
that she was still a little dry and she felt extremely tight. She was
determined though and as I sunk deeper and deeper into her I felt a
glorious wash of hot wetness moving down to meet me, washing over the
tip of my cock and moving down the inside of her pussy.

"You feel so hard inside me." Becky gasped as she took the last inch of
me inside her. "Can you feel me getting wet?"

I nodded back, rendered incapable of speech by the sensation of her
pussy tightly flexing against the length of my shaft. She leant on my
chest then, exerting enough pressure to ease me back on to the bed and
I'm sure feeling my heart hammering against my ribs.

"We have to be quick and quiet." She whispered to me. Again I nodded
as she leaned over me and undulated her hips moving me slightly in and
out of her pussy and encouraging more wetness to flow over the shaft of
my cock. As she became wetter she lengthened her strokes. The
sensation was amazing. Despite my constant fantasising over that first
time I had been inside her bareback I had forgotten what it really felt
like to be in such close contact with her clutching inner walls. The
delicious smooth friction of her pussy parting before my invading cock
was causing even more blood to rush to my loins and my cock throbbed
and twitched inside her uncontrollably.

Becky had her eyes closed and was breathing deep. I could see her
bra-encased chest heaving with every panted breath. Reaching up I took
hold of a breast in each hand and felt them through her black silky
bra. I lightly pinched and tweaked her nipples through the material
until they stood out hard and defined through her bra. Then I lowered
my hand down to her pussy pushing a finger between her engorged lips
and reaching for the erect nub of her clit. For a while I was able to
lightly rub her clit her in smooth circles as she slowly fucked me.
The additional stimulation though caused Becky to increase her pace and
as we became more frantic it was hard to maintain any consistent
stimulation. In frustration she lowered her own right hand to her
pussy and began to rub herself as she fucked me. This was something
she had never done before and was an amazingly erotic site. As my
fingers were no longer needed on her clit I reached round underneath to
where my cock was entering and emerging from her pussy. By placing my
palm near the base of my cock I could feel the soft wetness of her
pussy lip as they mashed down against my pubic hair with every downward
thrust. Her wetness had spilled out on to my crotch and scrotum and I
took some of her wetness and rubbed it across my aching balls before
grabbing her hips and thrusting my own up towards hers trying to drive
myself deeper into her.

I was fast approaching orgasm; a fact not lost on Becky, who gasped, "I
can feel you getting close. I can feel you hardening."

It was now that I caught a slight movement somewhere in my field of
vision and looked over Becky's shoulder and froze for a second as what
I was seeing registered. Amanda was standing in the hallway outside
the bedroom, just to the side and looking in. From where she was
standing she would have a good view of Becky's arse as it rose and fell
on my juice-coated cock. She had a concentrated look on her face, her
hand clasped at her throat. For a moment our eyes met and she
maintained eye contact with me boldly, almost daring me to look away.
Coming to my senses I did break eye contact, suddenly worried that
Becky would open her eyes and follow the direction of my gaze. I was
sure that she would stop if she knew that she was being watched and I
was so close that I was desperate to come and what's more to come
inside her. The fact that I knew Amanda was watching provided an extra
erotic spur.

Becky did open her eyes then and look at me. She whispered, "Come on
baby...let it go... I know you want to. Empty yourself into me. I
want it too." She then reached behind herself and used the tips of her
fingernails to lightly scratch across my balls causing me to explode.
I clutched the bed sheets in my fists until my knuckles turned white as
I spurted jet after jet of thick pent up come up towards Becky's
unprotected womb. My hips bucking upward with every jerk caused Becky
to hang on tight or else get thrown off. Becky let out a satisfied
moan as she said, "Yes. I can feel you filling me so much better this
time. It's so hot."

My spasms subsided although I could still feel smaller pulses of come
flowing out of my softening cock. Looking back towards the doorway I
could see that Amanda was no longer there.

Becky slumped forward on to me kissing my neck before leaning in to my
ear and whispering, "We should get back downstairs before they send out
a search party." She climbed off me then, my wet cock falling out of
her and slapping against my belly. I watched her she held her skirt
up, seeing her pussy lips reddened and puffed open and the erotic sight
of my come already spilling back out of her and running down her thigh.
Grabbing her panties she mopped up some of the escaping come before
slipping them back on and saying, "Now I'll be able to feel you inside
me all night." With that she dropped her skirt, put on her shoes and
blouse and left the room.

I was in danger of slipping off into a satisfied post-sex sleep. I
snapped myself out of it by moving quickly, gathering up my shirt,
pulling my jeans back up and stumbling back down to our hosts. I knew
that I would be unable to look at Amanda for the rest of the evening
and was thankful when we made our excuses and left soon after.

It had been an amazing fuck, probably only ten minutes from first kiss
to climax but what I didn't realise then was that those ten minutes
would trigger further events in the near future that would have serious
consequences for my marriage.

CHAPTER 2

It was three months after I had seen my neighbour and friend Amanda
watching my wife and I having sex and risking pregnancy whilst guests
in her house. Things between my wife and I hadn't improved all that
much since then. We weren't arguing as much but we weren't really
talking all that openly either. We were still bogged down with our
respective work hassles and the little time we were spending together
we were tired and edgy.

At work there had been some awkwardness between Amanda and myself for a
couple of weeks. I couldn't begin to imagine how to bring up the
subject of that night and chose to ignore it. To my relief Amanda
didn't mention it either and once I relaxed about it we got on better
than ever. We took to meeting during lunch breaks and I confided in
Amanda that I was concerned for my marriage and that I couldn't seem to
put things right. I also told her about the debate the two of us had
had about having a baby and how that all seemed a long way off right
now. Amanda was easy to talk to, very frank and open and I appreciated
the time she took to listen to me let off steam.

It didn't seem that unusual then to answer the door one evening to find
Amanda clutching a bottle of wine. Amanda looked great in tight jeans
and a tight-fitting white t-shirt that hugged her sizeable breasts.
Amanda announced that she had noticed that I was alone and as her
partner Tom was also working late she thought it would be a sociable
idea for the two of us to get together, especially as there had been
news at work today that needed digesting (the rumour was circulating of
redundancies).

It was natural then for the two of us to quickly polish off the first
bottle and start on a second as we finished convincing ourselves that
all would be fine at work if only we were in charge! Again, I didn't
think much of it when the conversation turned to the state of my
relationship and the pleasant buzz I was getting from the wine meant
that when she asked if Becky and I were getting along in bed I was able
to answer without feeling uncomfortable. I told her that as things
were strained at the moment, obviously sex wasn't on the agenda and
that this was difficult for both of us as we usually enjoyed a very
active sex life. Amanda confided that likewise, her and Tom were not
getting along so well and that she found Tom a little dull and
uninspiring in bed. We chatted on for a few minutes like this and I
only really noticed that the mood was changing when Amanda said,

"You know Paul that I really like you and Becky."

I nodded.

"And I would never wish to make trouble for the both of you." I nodded
again wondering where on earth this could be heading. We were sitting
side by side on the sofa and Amanda shifted a little closer to me.
Close enough for me to be able to smell her perfume and notice that she
definitely wasn't wearing a bra. Amanda looked at me very intensely
and said, "You know, I keep thinking about that night, don't you?" I
swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly a little dry, and nodded. "I keep
thinking about watching the two of you together and how hot it looked.
About how my stomach flipped over when our eyes met and about how
afterwards I was so worked up I screwed Tom silly! Anyway do you know
what I've been thinking?"

"No" I replied.

Amanda leaned in closer and placed her hand on the inside of my thigh.
"I've been thinking that maybe it wouldn't be so wrong to give you a
little of what you're not getting from Becky." So saying her hand
moved upwards towards my crotch, fingers lightly tickling my cock,
which had become erect. I gasped in a breath. Either her touch or the
wine or maybe a bit of both were making me feel decidedly light-headed.
I had never had anyone come on to me like this, let alone anyone as
damned attractive as Amanda. If you had ever asked me would I cheat on
Becky I would have said no. Looking back though I didn't put up much
of a protest. I managed to mumble out a feeble, "I shouldn't".

Amanda leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "Our little secret.
Don't you want me? I'm on the pill, but I can pretend that I'm not if
you'd like."

Talk about going for the jugular. I let out a groan as Amanda rubbed
her hand more firmly against my cock, which throbbed and lurched in
response. She let a subdued chuckle, "Yes, I know what you like. Why
don't we take this upstairs?" Like a zombie I allowed Amanda to take
my hand and lead me upstairs. My eyes watched her arse swaying in
front of me all the way up. I was gone. Completely lost to the idea
that I was going to get my hands on this incredible woman and after all
it wasn't like I was doing any of the work, I just had to submit to
her. It wasn't me that had brought this situation about; I was just
reacting to it. How could any man resist?

Amanda led me into the bedroom and I didn't resist as she pulled my
t-shirt off over my head and bent to kiss my chest and suck one of my
nipples into her mouth. I had never met a woman like this. She pulled
of her own top revealing these luscious breasts, large but pert and
capped by small, bullet hard nipples. She pulled of her jeans as I
stood numbly and watched. Her legs were flawless, not a blemish and
toned to perfection. Her thighs looked strong and tanned against the
whiteness of her thong panties.

Amanda kneeled down in front of me, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling
them down, waiting for me to step out of them and pulling of my socks
and shoes as I did. Pre-cum leaking from the head of my cock was
already wetting the front of my boxers as she pulled them down and
immediately grabbed my shaft into her hand. "The last time I saw this
it was pumping in and out of Becky's pretty little pussy. I've wanted
it in my mouth ever since." So saying she extended her tongue and
licked my cock from base to tip, swirling around the head, while
squeezing my shaft with her hand, encouraging more pre-cum to well up
and run out only to be lapped up by her tongue.

I was drifting off to heaven. Her words and the feel of her tongue on
me had transported me far away and had definitely drowned out any
remaining guilt I may have been feeling. All I could hear now were the
appreciative little moans Amanda made as she took my cock inside her
mouth, her lips slowly moving down the shaft until her nose nestled in
my pubic hair.

Pulling her mouth off my cock she looked me in the eyes again and I saw
that same look I had seen on that night at her house. It was lustful
and challenging. "Lie back on the bed Paul." How could I not do as she
asked? She climbed back on to her feet and strutted round to the side
of the bed, one hand on the curve of her hip. Something must have
caught her eye then because swooping down I heard a light clanking
sound and a whoop of delight came from Amanda as she held out in her
hand the pair of handcuffs I had bought and used to tie up Becky one
night that seemed a lifetime ago. Having served their purpose they had
been hurriedly shoved under the bed and forgotten about. Amanda
dangled them in front of my face. "Paul! Someone has been a naughty
boy. How wonderful."

Looking in her eyes I said "Would you like me to put them on you?"

Amanda laughed, "No I think I have a much better idea. I like the
thought of having you where I want you a lot more."

This was not something that I had ever tried before. With Becky I
tended to make a lot of the running and I had to be the one in control
all the time. The idea of being on the receiving end seemed to be
becoming the theme of the evening and so I let Amanda place the cuffs
on my wrist, threading them through one of the bars in the headboard of
the bed leaving my arms pulled above my head.

Amanda removed her panties, climbed on to the bed and sat astride me. I
could feel the soft hardness of her toned thighs against my hips and
the scratchy fur of her pubic hair rubbing against my cock. I could
also feel the heat and the wetness of her, her moisture smearing on to
my crotch as she rubbed herself against me. "I want to feel your
tongue on me." She said and began moving further up my body, stooping
to lick and kiss my chest and to let her blond hair tickle me.
Eventually she had a knee either side of my head, her pussy loomed
above me and the smell of her filled my head. Slowly she lowered her
pussy to my face and then almost immediately withdrew it. I had
extended my tongue to meet her and stretched my head up towards her as
she retreated. For a while she was happy with this. Teasing me by
raising and lowering herself over my extended tongue, leaving me with
the slightest taste of her on my lips. After a while though she
appeared to tire of it and allowed her hips to flex and lower her pussy
more directly over my mouth. I took advantage by sliding my tongue
immediately between her lips and licking from as far down as I could
then sweeping up toward her clit. She jumped as I passed over it and
gave a frustrated groan as I repeated the process again with deliberate
slowness.

"I do the teasing, now lick my clit." She demanded pressing herself down
on my mouth with more force. I had to obey or risk suffocation and
moved my tongue back up towards her nub, swirling around it and
pressing my tongue hard against it. Amanda responded with moans and
more spasmodic humps of her hips pressing down on my face. I was
becoming quite hot and her wetness was spreading over my face as she
occasionally rubbed her clit against my nose on the up thrust of her
hips. I tried to maintain contact on her clit by moving my head and
trying to match her rhythm but it became increasingly difficult as her
excitement increased. The next time I managed to get direct contact on
her clit I sucked it into my mouth and held it there flicking my tongue
over it as I sucked. She went still then although I could feel her
knees tensing and squeezing in on my head with increasing pressure
before she came in a cry and a further series of spasms. My reward was
an increased flow of wetness, which I tried to catch as much of in my
mouth. As her shaking subsided she pulled off me, staying astride me
she moved back down my body and slumped her head on my chest.

"Mmmmm, I needed that." She said dreamily, lightly kissing and biting
my chest. She moved her face up to look into my eyes and then bent to
kiss me, sucking my tongue into her mouth and then breaking away to
kiss and lick her juices from my face. "I want to make you come as
hard as you made me." She announced with some determination and she
reached back between her legs to where my cock lay trapped against my
stomach and slick with my pre-cum. "Let me put this somewhere wet and
warm." Amanda said as she took hold of me and lined me up with her
waiting channel. She pressed down on me slowly and the tip of my cock
parted her lips and inched inside her.

I was holding my breath in anticipation but I let out a hiss through
gritted teeth as I began to enter her. She was wonderfully tight as
she took me inside her and I could still feel her pussy twitching from
her previous climax as she sank down on me with a cry of triumph.
"Does that feel good?" She asked me. I nodded, "It feels incredible.
You're so tight."

"What about when I move like this?" Amanda asked and began rolling her
hips moving me back out of her pussy until my cock head was about to
pop out and then pressing down inviting me back into her juicy depths,
the delightful friction of her pussy walls against my cock sending
waves of pleasure out through my body. I was lost in the sensations.
Tossing my head and groaning. "I can't believe Becky is passing up the
opportunity to let this wonderful cock get her pregnant." Amanda
moaned as she rode me with an increasing pace. "If you were mine I'd
love to let you knock me up." She knew exactly what to say and the
effect was too much. The tight squeeze of her pussy and the sexiness
of her talk caused my cock to harden and my balls to tingle.

"Hi honey I'm home." My eyes shot open and my head whipped round to the
sound of a familiar voice. Our motion completely stopped my cock still
embedded in Amanda and two thrusts away from exploding as we both
registered Becky standing in the doorway, arms folded across her chest.


Amanda whipped off me, my cock slapping wetly back down on to my
stomach. "Becky, I..."

Becky cut her off, "Get out!"

Amanda picked up her clothes and moved past Becky through the doorway,
"I'll be downstairs. I'm not leaving until you talk to me though."

Becky raised her eyebrows at this but said nothing as Amanda left. She
moved into the room and moved her eyes over my prone form seeing the
handcuffs that still held me to the bed. "Well, it doesn't look like
you're going to be making a quick, embarrassed exit does it?"

I had to admit I felt pretty ashamed. My face was stinging hot. "Becky,
please. I didn't mean for this to happen."

"I'm not interested just now. I think you need to lie here for a bit and
think of a really interesting excuse because from where I'm standing,
‘I didn't mean for this to happen' just isn't going to cut it." With
that she turned around and left the room, shutting the door. I called
after her a few times but received no reply so I had to lie there
wondering how I had ended up in this ridiculous and powerless
situation.

I could hear raised voices from downstairs although they were muffled
and I couldn't make out what was being said. I thought I could hear
crying at some point but then things seemed to grow calmer. Later I
thought I heard a shriek and laughter, but then it seemed to grow
quieter again.

I can't begin to explain how incredibly frustrating it felt not being
able to get up from the bed and go downstairs and find out what the
hell was going on. I needed to talk to Becky alone for a while and I
was sure I could make her understand. I didn't want to lose her over
this. It seemed so pointless.

I don't know how long I was lying there waiting; it felt like hours but
eventually the bedroom door opened and Becky walked in. She looked a
little flushed and dishevelled but calm and as she looked into my eyes
she did the thing I least expected. She started to laugh, she looked
at my lying there naked and cuffed to her bed and really laughed. To
make things a little weirder, Amanda then walked in and the infectious
hilarity seemed to spread to her. At first it was just confusing but
after a while it was a more than a little irritating. "Just what the
hell is going on?" I shouted.

"What's going on," Amanda replied, "is that you have a very
understanding, not to say sexy wife, and we've had a good long chat
about things."

I looked at Becky again who was still smiling and starting to undress.
"Have you been drinking?" This caused Becky to laugh again.

"Well I don't think anyone could blame for needing a little shot of
something do you?"

Becky words sounded a little bit slurred and she had clearly had more
than a shot. I looked at Amanda, "What have you done to her?"

Amanda put her hands up in mock indignation; "Don't go blaming me.
We've just chatted is all and we think we've sorted everything out. If
anything, I'm saving your marriage. You love her, she loves you, and
everyone lives happily ever after."

Becky was stripping off her underwear and Amanda now also began to
undress. I had no idea what the hell was going on. Becky, now naked,
approached the bed and flicked her hand at my shrivelled cock before
laughing again and turning to Amanda, "I think he's going to need some
convincing."

Amanda smiled back, removing her underwear. She walked over to Becky
and placed her hands on Becky's head turning it towards her and kissing
her full on the lips. I could see Beck respond and their tongues push
into each other mouth as the kiss intensified. The look on my face
when they pulled apart must have been quite something because they both
laughed again before looking down at my still flaccid cock.

"Looks like you might need to convince him some more." Said Amanda who
gave Becky a playful slap on the arse before walking to the corner of
the room and making herself comfortable on a chair.

Becky climbed on to the bed at my feet, climbing on hands and knees up
towards my crotch. "We've decided that it's about time you got me in
the family way." With that she took hold of my thickening cock still
sticky from the earlier fucking and placed it delicately in her mouth.
Now I still didn't know what was going on or exactly what I thought
about it but as any man will admit a mouth on your cock has a way of
reducing things to black and white. Despite my confusion my cock
continued to harden in Becky's mouth as she began to suck. Before the
sensations carried me off I managed to choke out, "Becky, I'm not sure,
you know, if the time is right."

I heard Amanda snort with laughter at this. Becky removed her mouth
from my cock, using her hand to pump me to aching hardness, "Oh sure, I
could wait until you're ready, like I always do. I could wait for you
to get me hornier than hell and all too willing to take your come
inside me like that night last year. But look where doing things on
your terms has got us. Maybe it's time to do things my way, and I say
we fuck now." Becky stopped to take my cock back into her mouth,
sliding down my shaft, sucking and slurping in an obscene way. She was
acting so out of character I seriously began to wonder if she had been
drugged or something. Still the eagerness of her efforts had me really
turned on.

Once she was satisfied that I was hard enough she pulled off my cock and
climbed astride me, pulling my cock upright and sinking down on to me
in one quick motion. She was soaking wet inside, so wet that my
entrance caused a loud squelching sound. I moaned as her wetness
washed over me.

"Tell him the best bit." Amanda added from her corner of the room
where, looking over, I could see she had thrown one leg over the
armrest and was leisurely stroking herself with one hand. The other
hand spread her pussy lips apart clearly displaying her clit and pink
insides as her other hand moved over them.

"Those other times" Becky half-moaned as she began to ride me forcing
more liquid to cascade down my shaft, spill out and pool in my pubic
hair, "weren't right. If you want to get a woman pregnant your best
chance is to fuck her halfway through her cycle when she's ovulating.
Like I am right now."

"Oh god." I let out a groan. I couldn't believe what she was doing to
me. The glorious smooth wetness of her had me throbbing and pulsing
inside her. My cock eager to complete it's task and fire off into her
depths. My brain had been shut down and I was floating on the
sensation of Becky's pussy dragging me closer and closer to climax.
All the stimulation of the evening had my body desperate to come and I
knew it wouldn't take long.

"I know you want it. I can feel you getting harder. That tells me you
want it." Becky leaned back and began slamming her hips down on me
harder and faster. Her face was flushed and covered in a thin sheen of
sweat. In the corner of the room I could see Amanda shaking her way
through another orgasm, letting out a series of groans and shouts.
Becky seemed oblivious, concentrating as she was on getting me off.

The tingling tension in my balls began and built and built. I was only
half-aware of Amanda as she made her way over to us, stroking Becky's
hair as she fucked me. "This is so sexy" she whispered into Becky's
ear, "make him come inside you." I felt Amanda's hand as it brushed
against the place where Becky's soft pussy and my hard cock met,
running her fingers through our mingling juices. I then felt the
strange sensation of Amanda's lubricated finger pushing against my
arsehole and sliding up into me to rub my prostrate.

I let out a huge shout, as the world seemed to condense down to my cock,
which swelled impossibly inside Becky before. There were several
seconds when I thought my entire body might fly apart from the tension
before my cock began several huge contractions and all I was aware off
was my come spurting with mighty force up into Becky's waiting fertile
womb. Becky felt the contractions and slammed down hard on me so that
I was embedded deep within her as the come continued to flow
continuously out of me. With the final few spurts a tremendous
exhaustion washed over me as the tension drained away. Becky remained
on top of me holding me inside her as my drained cock began to shrink.

It was Amanda who urged Becky to get off me, telling her that she needed
to get her legs elevated in order to keep as much of my come inside her
as possible. I watched as Becky lay down on her back, her head next to
my feel, whilst Amanda held her legs up, placing a pillow under her to
lift her pelvis.

"You know, what would really aid conception now is if you had a nice big
come. It helps to draw the sperm inside you." Amanda said as,
unbelievably, she lowered her head to Becky's pussy and snaked her
tongue out towards her clit. Becky responded with increasing
enthusiasm and for the next fifteen minutes I watched, still unable to
move as Amanda licked and nipped at Becky's clit only breaking off to
tell her, "You look so beautiful, I can see his come inside you." I
watched the telltale flush appear on Becky's chest as Amanda's
ministrations skilfully brought her to a wailing climax, her hands
clutching at Amanda's head.

For a while afterwards we all lay still but after a while Becky dragged
herself up on to her feet and walked across the room to find her gown.
I noticed as she crossed the room that unlike previous occasions there
appeared to be very little come leaking from her. I was hoping that
she would unlock me but instead she helped Amanda up and they both
disappeared downstairs again. It was some time later when Becky
returned and unlocked me, snuggling up to me and falling into a fitful
sleep. I was grateful just to be able to hold her although the events
of the evening and my sore wrists prevented me from getting much sleep.


The next few weeks were stressful as we set about trying to save our
marriage. During this time many things came out that had been hidden
including exactly what had happened between Becky and Amanda downstairs
that night. However, this was soon overtaken by the news that Becky
was pregnant.

I don't think that it was until nine months later as we stood in the
hospital looking down on our newborn son, tears streaming down both our
faces that we knew for sure that we were going to survive. Of course,
in order to do that things had to change and how they did is a whole
other story.