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Our Tub

By: steveinda



Since I list in my profile that I am happily married, several readers of my first story asked that I write about my wife. This story is a tribute to my wife and explores one of my favorite memories, a bathtub adventure. 

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There are moments in your life when certain inanimate objects inherit importance and meaning beyond their mere physical presence. I'm not talking about meta-physics, though in a sense these things gain in importance, beyond their ordinary form and purpose. What I am talking about is the ability of ordinary things to become extraordinary in the minds of two people.

Couples share something special that brings them together. It is ethereal and hard to capture, but occasionally it can be infused into a time or a place. Like a crystal snowball, one can shake it up, look inside, and recreate the feelings. In a sense, the moment becomes captured by the place and the feelings become a part of the thing. Sometimes it is a song, sometimes a 65 Mustang convertible, maybe it is a perfume that always seems to "get you in the mood."

Even a favorite pair of panties that signals "I'm in the mood" can become part of a private language between lovers. These things are very private, hidden secrets we all share; the source of many all-knowing glances, and for the smart, a source of everlasting renewal and arousal in their relationships. 

This story is about a special room, and in particular a bathtub that has wonderful memories for my wife and I. It is about a time when all was good with the world and the memory-ball, when shaken, always shows me smiling and happy. Though that house was sold long ago, the memory remains; a magic source of arousal, love, and renewal. 

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I picture my love, light streaming from behind her curly brown hair. Steam rises gently above the water of our tub; bubble bath adds an exotic scent of lavender to the air. My attention seems riveted in the moment and all my senses are focused on her as she slowly unclasps her black lace bra and her full breasts settle forward. 

I see her arousal in the tight pucker of her areola, even though the room is warm. It amazes me how time seems to last forever as the tight silk slowly becomes lax, and with apparent unwillingness to leave her smooth skin, finally falls down her arms and gently falls to the floor. She smiles at me and time regains its normal pace. I clumsily ditch my boxers while her Black lace panties float down her legs, like a feather, to the ground. 

I am excited already. In my mind I know what my lover is telling me that I am in for a long awaited night of passion. Those telltale black panties speak volumes to me in our secret language of love. All I need are those panties and a bath to know for sure that it will be a special day for us both. 

My penis extends proudly as my boxers are kicked aside. He bounces as I walk, with apparent glee. Like me he knows he is in for some special attention; he knows the signs too, probably even before they consciously register in my mind. For a moment we stand together, our nakedness mirrored in each other's eyes. Aroused nipples, erection, swollen lips; they all flicker in the light of our bathroom, in the light of our bathroom candles, and in our reflection in the many bathroom mirrors. 

I look at us. I see in the mirror of my mind that we are young and that our hard bodies are our beautiful gifts to each other. Her skin is a soft, hips beautifully curved, a treasure for my eyes. I feel strong with her, my shoulders look broad and strong. My erection is eager to combine with her beauty. Both of us share brown hair, fair skin, and green eyes. Friends tell us we could be brother and sister if we weren't kissing so often. I wonder to myself how I could have managed to win the love of such a perfect match. 

Swelling my chest I quietly admire my own erect penis jutting from the reflection in the mirrors. He looks "ready to go" and I like the way it stands proudly pointing at my lover. An average sized penis I secretly fancy that it looks huge and threatening in the reflection. Frankly I think he looks damn pretty, symmetrical and proud, though I would never admit it to anyone. Flexing my arms I pose for my beautiful wife in the way that men do. Of course she laughs at me and slides into the tub.

My heart snuggles closer to hers as my body joins her in the tub. I slide into the hot water, facing her. A blanket of rich lavender-scented bubbles tops us both with the sensuous warmth bringing smiles to our lips. We relax in the warm water. Above us beautiful stained glass windows cast a rainbow on our precious bathtub, reflected by the candles. The windows are a source of pride to us, as we painstakingly built them together at a local community college class. Their silhouette casts colorful light on our skin. Our legs intertwine. We play like two seals in heat, slipping and sliding. 

I grab the toy boats we bought at a fair, one of wood, and one plastic with Sesame Street characters along for the ride. She laughs as they circumnavigate my erection as it bobbles in the water. Facing each other, our legs entwined, touching, the boats navigate through the dangerous straights of our legs, heading to parts unknown. Soap is only an afterthought as we touch, smile, rub and relax. 

As our skin turns soft, we finally rise from the cooling waters. I dry her naked skin with a fluffy towel. She stands above me and I admire her soft brown pubic hair gently covering her swollen lips. I kiss her belly and secretly plan my future ravishment of her body. 

"Soon," I think.

My plan is to tease her first, just a bit. And then make her come like never before. It is the same plan as last time, creativity not always being the best source of fun. Of course the best laid plans oft go astray. My lips hint at what is to come and I plant a soft kiss on her sex.

I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom and lift her in my arms. We collapse onto our comforter and snuggle, kissing with passion. I can still see the light of the stained glass as it shines through doorway. The sound of the tub draining intermingles with the soft music from our CD player, reminding me of the oceans. The clean scent of our skin perfumes our kisses. 

When I think the time is right, my mouth traces down her body. Eager to hear her moan, I slide over her, positioning my hips so her hand can grasp my erection, I kiss her thighs and tease with small kisses. My lips move down her leg as I nuzzle under her kneecaps with my nose. It is a place that she is very sensitive and I know she will squirm. She squirms, much to my devilish pleasure. Finally her back tenses and her hips rise forward, from my teasing kisses and her own readiness. I massage her round bottom and slowly, with purpose, my tongue penetrates her lower lips and sweetly sucks at her moisture. She groans as I flick her clit lightly, my mouth surrounding her sex. Her hand grasps at my penis, clutching. She holds on but does nothing to make me come. In a few minutes I can tell that her mind is drifting off. She is full of lust, not thinking, just enjoying my mouth moving. Rhythmically I press her. My mouth and her hand finally synchronize, and I know I am about to push her over the edge. My lower lip rubs her nub with rhythmic grace, she shudders, and the enfolding of her beautiful orgasm fills me with pride.

Gently I hold her with my mouth, moving only a little to ride the "after shocks" of her spasms. My penis is swollen with waiting; pulled tight by her touches; full of blood. I know that she loves having me hard for her, loves making me wait while she comes. I know she loves my eager arousal when we finally make love. 

Turning around, I kiss her neck. She smiles as she breaths in as the musky scent of her juices on my lips. Her scent mingles with the perfume of the bubble bath. Our damp hair casts a cool spot on the pillow an in our hands as we kiss each other, but we hardly notice. I whisper into her ear, "I love you" as my penis slides into her, inch by inch. Slowly we ride each other in and out. I twist and slide, urge her back to the top of that hill, pushing as she receives me. We enjoy the slick pleasure of driving each other crazy, but not trying not to enjoy it too much, so that the edge will last. Sometimes it happens quickly, sometimes only after a long ride, but always I eventually slide over that edge. 

How do I describe the sensation of a penis sliding inside his lover, wet and hot from orgasm? All I can say is that it feels like my whole spine is extending into my lover. My penis is directly connected to my brain and all is good with my mind. But too much pleasure needs an outlet, and I let it out, the orgasm hits me with a wrenching shudder. My penis warms, she warms, I feel her grasps me and I swell. Pumping through it I ride with my love. She pulls me close, hugs me and grinds away to her own smaller shudder.

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This is the memory I wanted to share. The memory of a special place and thing that always brings my wife and I closer together. When I think of our special bathtub in our special room it never fails to warm my heart. 

The stained glass is a symbol of our unity, in that we painstakingly built together, piece by piece. They symbolize how we make beautiful things together and were a tough project (lots of little cuts on our fingers). The windows also make us laugh because we had to make them to bring light to our bathroom. The room had been perpetually dark because our house looked directly at our neighbors, so the blinds were always closed. The tub is special because we love bathing together and when we looked at this house, the extra-long tub was the final selling point for us. We shared a knowing glance and said we'd take it. 

Today it all belongs to someone else. The tub and windows went with the house and are only a memory. Our new house is much nicer. We live in a nicer location, but the tub is a time and place that lives forever in my heart.

One of my favorite things is to ask couples how they met each other. I really like it when their eyes light up and they tell their romantic story. It's sweet, even when they laugh or blush and admit, "Oh, I just bought her a drink at a bar." Usually somewhere, for them, there is something special; a catalyst, an object. Something with hidden beauty, only for them. 

Our Twelfth Encounter: The Beach



For Jo, my special muse

I look toward the parking lot, anxiously awaiting your arrival. I am working on the coast, and you have agreed to drive down to spend the day with me. Finally, after a seemingly eternal wait, I see your car pull into the parking lot. Moments later, you are walking toward me with your usual big smile. I watch you as you approach, noting your bikini and your diaphanous wraparound skirt which is more suggestive than concealing. Through it I can see the curves of your legs and the separation at the top of your thighs where I know your pussy is cozily nestled. Your suit top is small, barely concealing your luscious breasts which gently bounce with each step. Your eyes sparkle in the brightness of the day. 

Finally you are beside me. You set down your bag and glide into my arms. I feel your body press against me, your breasts poking against my chest, your cunt pressed against my leg. We kiss, a long, lingering kiss. I taste your sweetness, savor the lingering motions of your tongue, enjoy the pressure of your sensuous lips on mine.

We part, and step back to look each other over. We smile at one another, pleased at what we see. I take your hand, and lead you down to the beach. It is early, and there are few people there. Most are dog walkers or exercisers, but there is a scatter of swimmers as well. We walk several hundred yards down the beach to an area where several fallen trees cluster at the base of the dune line. It is low tide, so the beach is far down the sandy slope. 

I spread a blanket near the trees, and we sit to talk. We catch up on each others lives, as we get reacquainted. As we sit close together, my hand moves to your neck and I softly touch your smooth skin. I caress your ears, your cheeks, the skin around your eyes, your lips. I feel your hand on my knee and then my thigh. Soon you are rubbing my cock through my trunks. I have to shift my position a bit as my cock responds to your touch and swells to full erection. 

I look around, and there is no one nearby. I take your hand, and I lead you over to the trunk of one of the fallen trees. Its surface has been polished by the action of waves, and I lift you up onto it. As I move toward you, you wrap your legs around me and pull me tightly against you, pressing your pussy against my hard cock. Our lips meet, and you pull my tongue inside you warm, delicious mouth. Your kiss is more animated now as you suck on my tongue, caressing it along its length with yours. I feel the movements of your pussy as you begin to writhe against me, and I know you are ready. I move my hand to your waiting pussy, and I feel the wetness that is already seeping from you and wetting the crotch of your suit. I slip my finger beneath the leg elastic and slide it along your wet slit, enjoying the slippery smoothness of your pussy lips. Two of my fingers glide up inside your welcoming pussy, and I feel it contract in greeting around my fingers. I use my fingers to fuck you and we establish a rhythm as we move together. 

With my fingers still buried inside you, I use my other hand to pull aside the lining of my suit and expose my throbbing cock. I pull aside your suit bottom and replace my fingers with my cock. I press against you and feel my erect prick glide up inside you, sliding between your pussy lips which caress it along its entire length as it moves into you. Once I am buried fully inside you, I stop, enjoying the feeling of your cunt wrapped tightly around my cock. I want to remain that way longer, but you have other things on your mind. You begin moving against me, your ass sliding back and forth across the slick surface of the log. You move back until my cock is on the verge of falling out of your cunt, and then you slam forward against my, driving my cock fully inside of you again. You do this in a rapid rhythm, and I have to brace myself to withstand your onslaught. 

You have closed your eyes and thrown your head back, your mind and body focused on the point of our connection as you pound your body against me. I realize that any passersby will immediately know what we are doing, and I glance around to see if we are being watched. Most people nearby are some distance away at the water’s edge, but there is one young couple, perhaps newlyweds, that has settled on a blanket about fifty yards away. They are clearly watching us, and they do not avert their eyes when I glance over at them. I smile, and they smile back. I note that his hand is hidden in her crotch, and I imagine his fingers teasing her willing pussy. 

Your moans bring my full attention back to you. I can tell by the rising volume that you are near cumming. I hear the squishing sounds of my cock pistoning inside your flowing pussy as we move together. I focus on the sensations produced by your demanding cunt gliding back and forth along the shaft of my cock, and soon I too am on the verge of cumming. 

As you begin to climax, you emit a squeal that carries across the beach, and I feel your pulsating pussy squeezing my cock. This combination of sound and sensation sends me over the edge, and I shoot my cum deep inside of you. Your squeal has been transformed to a low, wavering moan as your body is wracked by the sensations of your orgasm. I feel the insides of your cunt swollen with hot, rushing blood, pulsating against my prick, caressing it along its length. Head back, eyes still closed, you rock against me to milk the last juices from my cock. 

I lean into you, wrapping my arms around you and pulling you toward me. I slide up your bikini top so I can feel your breasts against the damp skin of my chest. You rest your head on my shoulder, and I feel the quick beat of your heart. We remain that way, locked together, unwilling to end the joy of our union, for several minutes. Then, in a gush of cum, you eject my shriveled cock from your contracting cunt. You lean back and look at me, and I see the affection in you smile, the love in your eyes, the satisfaction in the flare of your nostrils.

I reach behind you and unfasten your bikini top, tossing it on to our blanket. As I do so, I tell you about the couple that has been watching us from nearby. You turn to look, but they are already moving off down the beach now that the show is over. We laugh together as we agree that they going off to find a place to satisfy the urges that we have aroused. Your laugh is one of your finest features, and hearing it causes my cock to throb with desire, but I know there will be more time for such things later as the day is still young. We move to the blanket and stretch out in the warm sun. You make no effort to replace your top, so I know you are comfortable with the setting here on our uncrowded beach.

We share the food you have brought, cheese and crackers, fruit, a tasty wine. Playfully, you take a grape and swipe it across your still oozing cunt. You eat the grape, and then prepare a second that you slip between my lips. It tastes of sweetness and sex flavored with a mixture of your juices and mine. We laugh, and you repeat the process time and time again until the grapes are gone. We joke about having found a new sauce that we should bottle and sell for use as a dip for fruits—grapes, cantaloupe and melon balls, cherries—at the mention of cherries we roll with laughter. We move together, snuggling, enjoying the warm feeling of being together again.

After cuddling for a while, we decide to go in the water. At first I think you will replace your top, but instead you remove you skirt and walk to the water topless. There are more people on the beach now, and I can tell by the reactions of some that they have noticed your missing top. You move around a small group standing near the water’s edge, and once you reach deeper water, you dive in. I watch as the men standing nearby watch your every move. I follow you into the water and swim out to you. You splash me playfully, and I splash you back. You splash again, and I chase you, tackling you, sinking beneath the surface with you in my arms. I find the elastic to your bikini bottom and deftly strip it off of you before we surface. You come to the surface sputtering, checking to see that the water is deep enough to hide your nakedness. 

Your cheeks are flushed from exertion and perhaps a touch of excitement. Here you are on a public beach, naked, surrounded by dozens of strangers. At first you say nothing, but your smile assures me that you are not upset. I tuck your suit into my trunks and move toward you. We cavort in the water, playfully wrestling, diving, chasing one another. Our hands secretly caress hidden parts beneath the cover of the water, and soon we are again aroused. My cock strains to escape the confines of my suit as you stroke it through the thin nylon. We move to waist deep water and I remove my suit, holding both yours and mine in one hand. 

As soon as I am naked, you dip your head beneath the water and I feel the warmth of your mouth as you take my cock inside it. You caress my balls as you suck on my cock, laving it along its length as you move back and forth against me. You come up to breathe, then return to your work beneath the water. I feel your lips against my crotch as my cock reaches the back of your throat. I caress the top of your head, encouraging you in your efforts, lost in the sensations coursing through my body. My back is to the beach so that your actions are partially obscured, but those closest to us must know what you are up to as your head bobs to the surface at my crotch.

Before long I have had all I can stand. When you surface, I pull you up so that our bodies are pressed together. My hand dips to your pussy and I stroke your clit as I kiss you deeply. I feel your body pressing against my fingers, and I know you want me to replace my fingers with my cock. We move to slightly deeper water. You raise one of your legs, wrapping it around me, pressing your pussy against me. I use my free hand to guide my cock to your pussy, and I push so that I gradually glide inside you. We stand, locked together, allowing your juices to replenish before we continue. 

I begin to slowly move against you, probing your depths with my cock, extending fully inside of you. We limit our motion to prevent the water from sloshing inside of you and washing out your lubricating juices, because we want this connection to last. We also do not want it to be quite so obvious to those up on the beach what we are doing. We have a slow, delicious fuck that allows us to enjoy every sensation. Our attention is centered on cock and cunt, interlocked and pulsing in unison, as we move together in a carefully orchestrated rhythm. We are unhurried, focused on one another, and the intimacy we share. Our lips come together, and we kiss, a long, passionate kiss that enhances the sensations we are sharing. All too soon, I feel the cum rising from my balls and flowing in a hurried stream toward the depths of your cunt. As I pump more quickly into you, I feel the pulsations in your pussy that signal that you too are cumming. We writhe together milky our union for every morsel of sensation. We loose our balance, fall over, and sink beneath the waves. We separate and rise, sputtering and laughing together, as we try to catch our breath. 

We look toward the beach, but no one appears to be paying any special attention to us. I stoop to pull on my trunks, and I offer you yours, but you shake your head. Taking me by the hand, you begin walking toward the water’s edge. We emerge from the water, and your nakedness is exposed to any who care to look. I watch as heads turn to watch you move across the beach toward our towel. I marvel at your beauty, your boldness, your self-confidence. By the time I reach the blanket, you have wrapped your diaphanous skirt around yourself, only partially concealing your luscious charms. You move behind the trunk of the tree and squat to piss not caring if you are observed. I hear the rushing sounds of your hot stream, and I try to picture the flared lips of your cunt with the piss squirting from between them. You move back to my side, and I place my hand on your moist cunt. 

We spend the rest of the afternoon talking, sharing our past lives and dreams for the future. Soon, it is time to go. You pull on your suit as I pack up the remaining food and fold the blanket. We walk arm in arm back to your car, both quiet as the moment of parting approaches. We kiss a parting kiss, and then you are gone.



Our Twentieth Wedding Anniversary



My wife Jen and I had recently celebrated our twentieth wedding anniversary. It is amazing how fast the years pass and how life evolves into so many different directions. We had our ups and downs like many, but in the end we are still together after twenty wonderful years of marriage. There aren't a lot of couples out there who can say that, and I got to give my wife a lot of credit for dealing with me for so long. I can be a bit crazy at times, and some of my ideas don't always go as planned, but I know she will always be there if I fail.

A few months ago Jen had asked me what I had wanted for our upcoming twentieth anniversary. I didn't even realize it had been twenty years and this one would be much bigger than any in the past. Jen can be very creative in her gifts for me, while I am scrambling around at the last minute trying to find something for her. When she originally asked me the question about what I had wanted for our anniversary I hesitated for a few seconds.

"Hmmm, I know what I like to get?" I said to her.

"What? Anything in particular?" Jen asked.

"I love to see you with another man in bed," I said to her.

"You know that isn't going to happen! What else would you like?" Jen sarcastically replied.

"Well I thought it was worth a try. I am sure you will find something for me. You always do," I said to her.

I had wanted to see Jen with another man for the last few years. I had brought it up with her a few times in the past, but she kept telling me to keep on dreaming. She knows I am a bit on the unusual and erotic side, and normally she just ignores many of my wild suggestions. 

Over the next few months I did very little in finding a gift for her. I was down to just a day or two when I finally found a nice bracelet on sale. I grabbed it and wrapped it in a lovely box for her. My plan was to take her out to dinner and then back to our bedroom for some romantic fun. We used to do this all the time years ago, but now it is very rare.

On the day of our anniversary I told my wife I had reservations to a restaurant that we hadn't been to in years. I had taken her there the first time we had met, and I nearly blew my whole paycheck on the meal that night. She was quite surprised that I had remember so much about that special night, and she gave me a big hug before telling me how excited she was about celebrating our twentieth anniversary.

That night Jen looked absolutely stunning. She wore a nice pair of tight slacks to go along with a nice buttoned up white shirt. Jen has a body that most men adorn. She is almost fifty, and at 5'5 and around 145 pounds she has what I would call the perfect body for sex. Her tits are big and all natural, while her ass is perfectly curved and rounded. I wouldn't think there are too many men out there who wouldn't want the chance to fuck her. 

"How do I look?" she asked. 

"Wow! You look stunning!" I said.

She looked extremely sexy and I wanted to take her right there and then, but I knew better than to ruin the evening this early in advance. I now had to wait my chance until after dinner. Our dinner that night was unbelievable, and I gave Jen the bracelet that I had bought a few days earlier. She loved it and told me my gift was still to come. For me sex would be more than enough, and after twenty years of marriage you take it when you get the chance. 

We each had a few glasses of wine along with a nice steak dinner, and we talked about how back in the day we were so much more spontaneous with our sex life. I told her that I missed that part of our life in general, and how I love to see us get more romantic in the bedroom. We had been each other's only sole sex partner in life, and after so many years things in the bedroom can get a bit boring. In the end though I couldn't had asked for a better partner to spend my life with.

I was extremely horny after dinner, and we left quickly without even ordering desert. I had trouble keeping my cock under control, and I now couldn't wait to take Jen back home and make love to her. Once inside the car Jen reached over and gave me a kiss on the lips. She felt my hard my cock and said, "I see someone is very excited. I bet you want to know what I got you for our anniversary."

"I do!" I said excitedly. 

"I got us a reservation at the Inn that Jim and Carol raved all about." Jen said.

"You did?" I asked with my eyes wide open.

Jim and Carol had told us how great this place was when they stayed there for their anniversary. The Inn had several different theme rooms, and Jen was able to secure us the presidential suite. It had all the amenities a couple would ever want, including a king size bed and a hot tub. I couldn't had been more excited at that exact moment, and my love for my wife only grew that much more.

We checked in a short time later and headed for our room. Jen had thought everything out well in advance and had packed a bag for the both of us. The room was simply gorgeous, and it had a spectacular view out into the wilderness. It felt like being out in the woods even though we were only about twenty minutes from city living. Jen gave me a kiss and told me she would be right back. She grabbed her bag and then went into the bathroom to change. I sat there and got comfortable, and several minutes later Jen returned from the bathroom in a very sexy sleepwear outfit that she had bought a few days earlier.

She looked absolutely stunning, and her big beautiful tits pressed hard against the thin purplish material, while the checkered bottoms hugged tightly against her nice curved ass. Her nipples were hard, and they jetted outward through the thin material as my cock began to swell up with excitement.

"Damn! You look so hot!" I said to her.

"You like it?" Jen asked.

"Heck yes I like it!" I replied.

She then walked over towards me and began to undress me. She removed all of my clothes and handed me my robe. My cock was throbbing, and a few seconds later we heard a knock at our door. I thought it had to be someone from the Inn, and my wife suddenly walked over towards the door and opened it. She stood in the doorway with her hard nipples protruding outward, and that was when I heard her say, "Hi Chris! You are right on time."

I sat there in shock, not knowing exactly what was going on. Jen then led Chris into our room and introduced him to me.

"Remember Chris from the gym I had told you about. He teaches my aerobics class on Thursdays." Jen said to me.

I began to remember Jen saying something about him a few times before. He was a good looking young man in his mid-twenties, and Jen bragged about how great of a body he had. She was right about him being well-built, and he defiantly had the look of an aerobics instructor. 

"This is your anniversary present honey! What do you think? You had wanted to watch me with another man so I finally relented and got you this for our anniversary. Are you surprised?" my wife replied. 

"Am I surprised? Heck yeah!" I said to her.

A few seconds later Jen moved over in front of Chris. She grabbed his arms and wrapped them around the front of her lovely body. His hands roamed my wife's tits as her nipples began to expand once again through her light purple top. She felt a rush of energy come over her, and Chris now eased up her shirt just above her tits. His hands consumed each of her lovely breasts, and my cock began to throb ever harder with excitement. 

A few minutes later Chris slid his hand down into the front of Jen's shorts. She began to moan out in pleasure, and her eyes began to close periodically. Jen was on fire now, and a short time later she turned around and got down onto her knees in front of the young man. She lowered down his sweats, and his big beautiful cock appeared. It was extremely big and thick, and it began to rapidly expand in front of Jen's face. It easily dwarfed my own cock by a good three inches, and I could see the excitement on Jen's face as she grabbed onto his thick rod.

She began to suck hard on his cock just seconds later, and young Chris stood there enjoying every second of it. Jen loves to suck cock, and after several minutes she once again returned to her feet. She slid her shorts down to the floor and grabbed Chris by the hand. She led him over to the king size bed and pulled him down on top of her lovely body. She felt the head of his big cock up against the lips of her swollen pussy, and she began to plead with him to put it inside her.

I sat there with my robe wide open and my hard cock in my hand. Then seconds later I heard Jen moan loudly out, "Oh god! Oh god! It is so big!"

Chris now slid the head of his cock in between the swollen lips of Jen's pussy. He began to fuck her hard right there on the bed as Jen experienced another man's cock other than mine for the very first time. Several minutes had nearly passed, and Jen's cries began to fill the room. She was now on the verge of a major orgasm, and she cried out, "Oh god! Oh god!" 

Her fingernails now dug deeply into the young man's back, and she took one long deep breathe. She no longer could take it, and just seconds later she began to cum extremely hard all over the young man's big cock. Her body trembled for a good few minutes, and my cock nearly exploded in my hand at that exact moment.

Jen now climbed up onto all fours on the bed and told Chris, "I want you to take me from behind!"

Chris moved in behind Jen's lovely curved ass and gave her nice round ass a quick swat. He then rammed his big cock back into her from behind. I heard Jen cry out, "Oh god! Oh god it is so big!"

Chris gave it to her good and hard for the next several minutes as Jen continued to cry out, "Give it to me! Harder! Harder!"

She was once again close to another major orgasm, and just a short time later she cried out into another earth shattering orgasm right before me. Her orgasm left her drain and exhausted, and her body had fallen harmlessly down onto the bed. 

Chris still wasn't done with her, and he now wanted Jen to get on top of his throbbing cock. 

She gave it all she had left in her, and she began to lower herself down onto the shaft of his thick cock. She fucked him hard for the next several minutes, and that was when Chris reached back and cupped her ass with both hands. He held tightly onto the back of her ass and began to ram every inch of his cock up into Jen's swollen pussy. Jen screamed out loudly, and a few minutes later she began to cum hard once again all over the shaft of Chris's cock.

He then rolled her off his cock, and moved back on top of her. He began to fuck her hard once again, and after just a few minutes he began to grunt out, "Oh god baby! I want to cum all over those big tits!"

He then yanked his throbbing cock from Jen's worn out pussy. He moved over top of her tits and began to stroke hard on his cock. Jen now held her tits tightly together, and seconds later his cock began to erupt. He shot several streams of cum all over each of Jen's tits as I began to cum hard all over myself at that exact moment. 

Jen laid there for several minutes trying to regain her composure as she told Chris how great of a lover he was. We then grabbed a bottle of wine we had brought with us, and the three of us headed outside to cool off in the hot tub. Chris and I went out in just our underwear, while Jen brought one of her swimsuits with her. The water felt extremely wonderful on a cool evening, and we sat around drinking the bottle of wine while star gazing into the sky.

We had been out there for almost an hour when Jen decided to get a little wild. She began to remove her bathing suit, and before I knew it she stood there totally naked in the hot tub. Chris and I followed suit a few minutes later, and the three of us finished up the last of wine we had. 

We sat there naked and a bit giddy, and Jen felt a wave of arousal come over once again. She wanted to suck Chris's cock, and after just a few minutes she began to suck hard on his big cock right there in the hot tub. Chris began to moan out as he held tightly onto the back of Jen's head and forced it down onto the shaft of his cock. Jen was extremely aroused, and several minutes later the three of us made our way back into our room. Once inside the room Jen went up to Chris and began to massage his swollen cock with her hand. She told him, "I want you to take me again!"

Chris then brought Jen over to bed and tossed her nearly fifty year old body down onto it. He felt a huge wave of adrenalin come over him, and he told Jen, "I want you to get onto all fours! I want to fuck you from behind!"

Jen now knelt down onto the bed with her ass high in the air while her upper body rested down onto her elbows. She stared straight down into the sheets in anticipation of being fucked from behind. She began to act like a slut as she urged Chris to take her from behind. I don't know if it was the wine or his big cock, but Jen seemed more aroused than before. She wanted it badly, and Chris gave her nice round ass several swats before forcing his big cock back into her. He began to pound Jen hard with his big cock, and he said to her, "You like getting fucked hard?"

"Oh god yes!" Jen replied. 

It had been a few minutes later, and Jen's face was now down against the sheets. Her arms were extended outward, and Chris now grabbed her hair from behind and forced her head up off the bed. He began to pull her solid body back against his, and he forced Jen to take every inch of his cock. Jen cried out like never before, and the sound of Chris's tight body pounding up against Jen's ass now filled the room.

"Give it to me! Harder Chris!" Jen cried out as a powerful orgasm began to build inside her. 

A few minutes later with Jen screaming out in pleasure she began to cum hard all over Chris's young big cock. Her orgasm was so intense and powerful that she no longer could stay up on all fours as her body fell down onto the bed. My cock was throbbing, and I began to once again jerk myself off for a second time. 

Chris now grabbed my wife's body and slid it over to the edge of the bed. He forced her legs wide apart and pulled each of her legs high over his shoulders. He once again rammed his cock back into her, and I watched him take her hard once again. He fucked her good and hard for the next fifteen minutes or so, and that was when Jen screamed out for one last time into another earth shattering orgasm.

Chris then began to grunt out, and he suddenly pulled his throbbing cock from Jen's stretched out pussy. He began to feverishly stroke on his cock, and just a minute or so later his cock began to erupt. He moaned out loudly as he shot several waves of cum all over Jen's face and chest. Jen now laid there on the bed worn out and exhausted as several waves of cum now covered her beautiful face. 

A few minutes later Chris got dressed and left shortly after that. Jen still laid there on the bed worn out, and she fell asleep within minutes of Chris leaving. The next morning Jen woke up a sore and tired. She still had dried on cum in her hair, and she looked over to me and said, "Man did he fucked me good and hard last night!"

"Did you like my gift?" she asked a few minutes later. 

I shook my head in a positive manner, and Jen reached down and began to massage my aching cock. It got hard in a hurry, and she now asked me, "Did you like watching me get fucked last night?"

"Oh god yes!" I said as my cock had swelled up.

Several minutes had nearly passed, and Jen said to me, "Did that turn you on watching me with that young bull! Did you like the way he used me and tortured me with his big young cock!"

"Yes! Yes!" I moaned out as my cock was on the edge of exploding.

Then just seconds later my cock began to erupt like a volcano. Jen milked every last drop of cum from my cock as I shot several streams of cum all over my stomach. I couldn't believe how hard I had cum, and we then headed off for the bathroom to shower. We spent a good hour in the shower enjoying each other's bodies. We then checked out shortly after that and our lives went back to what they were before.

Over the next few weeks I still couldn't get that night out of my head knowing that another man had fucked Jen in front of me. When I see her naked I can't but help visualize Chris pounding her with is big cock, and forcing her to orgasm all over his thick cock until she can't take it any longer.

Then Jen confessed to me that Chris had hinted on wanting to fuck her again. I can't tell you how aroused I got when she told me that. I love for Jen to fuck him again all alone, and then come back home and tell me every last detail on what he did to her. 

I am hoping to talk with her in the near future on fucking him again, but in the mean time I just imagine her with him.



Our Two Girls



 Sorry, no explicit sex. No one burnt at the stake. Not a trace of a Navy Seal or an SAS soldier. Just a poor young lad trying to live his life out and running into problems as he did what he saw as the best thing for his family(s).

It's a bit on the long side and I thought about splitting it up, but couldn't decide where without loosing the overall plot. So, get yourself a nice cup of tea (or something stronger?) and settle yourself down comfortably.

Be warned! It could just have a happy ending.



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IT WAS ALL MY FIRST WIFE'S FAULT!

No ---- I suppose that wasn't really fair. It was what she wanted and I was so damn blinded by love that I keeled over and agreed.

So, I guess it was mainly her fault, wasn't it?

I met and married Cloe when I was but a lad, and her less than a year younger. Couldn't keep my pecker in my pants when I first dated her, and she seemed to have a related problem with her panties.

Result ----- Three months into our relationship and I am regally informed that she was already two months pregnant, and our parents were planning the wedding. I should add that this was all a few years ago now, and in those days it was more or less expected.

My Mum and Dad thought that she was a good catch, her Dad being the sort that went to work in a suit every morning, and as far as her parents were concerned I was the only one in the frame.

Not that married life was all that bad as it turned out, and young as we were, we managed to make ends meet, even after renting a nice little flat on the edge of town.

The edge that her parents lived on of course, but I didn't mind, Dad didn't say much, and Mum thought her offspring was moving up in the world.

And so I was! 

Derek, Cloe's Dad, had got me into his company, and another year or so, if I kept my nose clean, then there was every chance that I could wear a suit to work as well.

Oh such times!

Mum was tickled pink and even my Dad bought me a pint when I bumped into him down the local. 

The little one popped out on time and turned out to be a healthy bouncing little boy who we called Derek. Yes, that's right, after her Dad, not mine. Cloe had a bit of a hard time giving birth --- Something about pelvic something or other, that I didn't understand and to be perfectly frank with you, had no wish to.

Women's things ------ Yuk!

Life carried on and I settled down into married bliss, but, though we took precautions, less than a year later Cloe was preggers again ---- Up the spout!

Don't know how it happened or what went wrong, but her dad called me irresponsible and her Mum refused to talk to me for two weeks.

My parents didn't say a lot.

Duly and accordingly, my second son popped out, and of course Cloe had a hard time again and naturally, I got the blame.

"So unthoughtful," muttered her mother whenever she passed me. 

"So irresponsible," growled her Dad.

My Mum just shrugged her shoulders and of course, Dad said nothing.

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Little Thomas, named after Cloe's uncle, was however bright and well I'm pleased to report, but my relationship with Cloe took a tumble. Sex, what there was of it, became a chore for her, and became so infrequent that I thought I might have to start taking notes, to remember how to do it.

"We can't go on like this Cloe," I informed her, about four thirty, one miserable Saturday afternoon in March. "We haven't had sex together for nearly three weeks."

"Two weeks and four days," she replied, looking me in the eye. "And if I have my way, then it'll be another three weeks at least."

"But what's wrong with you ----- with us?" I implored her. "We both used to enjoy it so much."

"You don't have to go through having babies David," Cloe answered, taking the same tack as she'd taken the last couple of times I'd bought the subject up. "You know I can't take birth control pills, and I'm damned if I'm going to take the risk of getting pregnant again." 

It was true!

After the birth of young Derek, she'd come home to tell me that the doctor had recommended that the pills would be unsuitable for her. I'd heard something about injections and things, but they were all very untried back then, and as I've said, women's things were an unknown quantity to me, so nothing come of that either. We'd settled for condoms and I'd always been very careful, but obviously we'd slipped up somewhere along the line.

Damn it!

"But here must be some other way Cloe."

"Not for me there isn't," she insisted.

"But I can't go on for ever with no sex from my wife," I pointed out.

"Then get yourself done," Cloe suggested with a smile.

"Done?" I demanded. "What do you mean, done?"

"You know David," she came back haughtily. "Done ---- doctored ----- Have the snip."

"What," I cried out in dismay. "You mean get myself ........ Have my ......... "

I could hardly get the words out.

"That's right David," she carried on. "Mum and I have been looking into it, and you can get it done on the National Health."

"But I wouldn't be able to have any more babies Cloe," I pleaded, the thought of some doctor messing about with my thingy quite turning my stomach.

"We've got two already," she reminded me. "Why the hell would we want any more?"

She had a point. But ........?

"But I'm too young to think of anything like that." 

"Your choice David," Cloe carried on. "If you really love me, then you'd do this for me."

Oh Shit!

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We tossed the idea back and forth for several days, to my embarrassment her parents becoming involved. How the hell do you sit and discuss your private parts being mucked about like that with your mother for Christ's sake?

My objections were battered down eventually, and by the end of the week I'd agreed to go and see the doctor. I managed to miss the first appointment but got such an ear-bashing that I turned up for the second.

"Bit young to be doing something like this, aren't you?" The good doctor questioned me.

I agreed with him, but explained the circumstances, and he let it pass.

"You do realize that this is not reversible?" He next hit me with. 

Now in those days, as you may have detected, I was a bit young and wet behind the ears. And to be honest, I'd never even thought about that.

"Not like the young man from Kent then?" I quipped back to hide my uncertainty, but he'd either never heard of the somewhat cheeky song, or maybe didn't find it funny. Either ways, he nodded sagely and carried on. Within ten minutes I was booked in to see the specialist, and a few weeks later a slot popped up due to a cancellation, and I was in.

Then I was out again ------- Feeling a little bit sore down there of course, but otherwise undetectably different from before. I was however looking forward to re-establishing my relations with my pretty young wife, even though I had to wait ten days to be checked that I was indeed firing blanks.

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Ten days? -----------  What a joke!

It was a good two weeks or more before Cloe agreed to perform the twin-dancing act with me, and even then it seemed that I was doing the dancing, and it was her that was acting.

Bugger it!

I was not a happy bunny, and as days and then weeks passed, I began to wonder if we would ever get back to where we were, and if I had gone through what I'd been through for nothing.



Five months later!

Well, actually depending on when you started from, it could have been more. But no matter, some time had passed and my conjugal rights were still somewhat left of centre. Not that Cloe had denied me entirely, but it still wasn't good. Christ, I didn't know what good was anymore!

Then my world collapsed around me, and I have some doubts whether any of you can believe this. I'll take you through it as I remember it, though you will, I hope understand why my memory was a trifle confused at the time.

"Can't get anything right, can you, you hopeless article," my glorious mother greeted me one otherwise pleasant Tuesday morning. It was about eleven thirty, and I was half way through making myself a nice cup of tea, though I never actually got round to drinking it.

"Sorry?"

What else does one say?

"Can't even get yourself doctored correctly," she hit me with. Verbally that is --- Not physically.

"Pardon?"

Ok --- That wasn't much better than sorry, was it?

"Cloe, the poor sweet darling," she chastised me angrily. "You've got her pregnant again. Don't you have any sense? Can't you control your animal urges?"

"Pregnant? But she can't be," I cried out in astonishment.

"Well she is you fool," she shot back at me. "If I was you, then I'd go and demand my money back from that damn useless doctor."

"I can't," I whined back, pathetic in my turmoil. "It was done free on the National Health."

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Suffice to say, that I got much the same tirade from Cloe when she came home, and the cold shoulder for the rest of the night.

But something wasn't right there, was it?

Might seem obvious to you, sat there on your comfortable chair in front of your computor with little else to worry about, but for me, it was such a shock that it took an hour or more to fully sink in. 

Let's be honest here, I was still nowt but a lad back then.

I didn't say anything, but the next day I took the two kids over to Mum and Dad's on my own as I did every Wednesday evening, Cloe having decided that she didn't like going over to that part of town.

"What? You must be kidding us," my Mum shouted when I gave her the story. "You've had the report from the hospital. What did it say?"

"I'm shooting blanks," I reminded them, somewhat un-necessarily. 

"So where do you think this baby has come from then David?"

"I dread to think," I replied.

We, all three of us, stared silently at one another for some moments.

"Sounds like your 'holier than thou' wife has been getting some on the side," commented my Mum eventually.

"Being playing away from home," added Dad.

"That's the answer that I'd come up with," I agreed with the pair of them. "But what the hell do I do about it? I've got the two kids to think about."

Another silence ------ Rather a long, ominous one.

"Better tell him Martha," my Dad broke the silence with.

"Tell me what?"

"Our suspicions David," Mum took over again, Dad not being much of a one for words.

"Suspicions? What suspicions?"

"Your two little ones," Mum carried on, looking down at my two infant sons as they played there in front of us. "You can quite plainly see it on Derek now, and it's showing on Thomas as he gets older."

"What?" I demanded, examining my two boys, wondering what on earth I should be searching for.

"The hair," said Mum.

"Well of course they've both got hair," I cried in mounting frustration. "They're not bald."

"The colour David."

"Well they're both blonde," I retorted shortly. "In fact Derek is starting to go ginger a bit."

"More than a bit David," Mum insisted. "And now Thomas is following suit."

"So what?" I asked in puzzlement.

"Well neither you or Cloe are ginger or have red hair, do you?"

"No," I replied, following her line of thinking. "And nobody in Cloe's family is ginger either, but I've got two cousins who are."

"Yes, Alf and Mike," Mum agreed.

"Well there you are Mum," I answered her. "It's from our side of the family."

"But it's their Dad that's ginger David," Mum explained to me. "He married my sister Mary, so there's no ginger hair in our side of the family. Never has been."

Oh bugger!

Christ, did my stomach turn over! 

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OK, there could have been any number of explanations, but linked with the new pregnancy, Mum whisked me and the kids up to our local doctor, the very same man who had apparently bought me screaming into the world some twenty years before.

He pulled an unhappy face when we explained the situation, but gave the boys and me a blood test. Explained that it couldn't prove that I was the father, but it could prove that I wasn't. Other than that it would have been one of them new fangled high tech tests, that had only recently become available back in those days.

Next day ----- The results --------- The unthinkable!

How the hell do you deal with that?

Got my thinking cap on and made a mental list of every man that I could think of with red, or ginger hair, and fortunately it wasn't long at all. There was every chance that it could be someone I didn't know of course, but one name stood out from the other four.

Thomas Martin!

Then it clicked ------- Thomas Martin -------- Thomas!!! ------- Bleeding Thomas!

My bitch of a wife hadn't named our second son after her damn uncle as she'd told me, but after her lover. After Thomas's real father.

Thomas Martin was a neighbour of her parents, a guy in his mid thirties who was married with two kids of his own, who Cloe had baby sitted for regularly when she was younger.

Damn it, I had gone along and babysat with her several times, and had made out on their sofa when the kids had gone off to sleep. Seems as if I wasn't the only one who had been doing so, didn't it.



So ------- Not being one to beat about the bush, and not so much as considering gathering evidence or anything like that. It was straight home for the confrontation.

"Hi David. How was work today?" She greeted me with a smile. No mention of my inability to get myself neutered effectively. No doubt it had occurred to her not to push me too far. I have to add that my loving wife was not actually looking too confident.

"So how did Thomas Martin take the news that he's going to be a father again?" I hit her with grimly.

Though she covered it quickly, the look on her face said it all. Cloe denied it for all she was worth for ten minutes or so, but when I presented the blood test results she gave in.

"It's you that I love honey," she started with. "Thomas doesn't mean anything to me. It was all a mistake David, a terrible mistake."

"Oh," I replied, smiling at her. "It was a mistake was it?"

"Of course it was honey. You know how good we have always been together, and I only made this one mistake."

"One mistake or three mistakes Cloe?" I demanded coolly. "Or was it one single mistake that lasted nearly three bloody years?"

"Well, the first time was a single mistake, and I suppose the next time was like the same mistake again," she whined. "Then what happened was ....... "

"Oh shut up for Christ's sake you stupid woman," I shouted out loud. "Or do you think I'm stupid? You trying to kid me now that you've only fucked him three times and each time you accidentally got pregnant? How many other men have you had behind my back?"

"How dare you talk to my daughter like that?" Came a voice behind me, and I turned to see her bloody Mother there. Obviously hid herself away in case I came home and things got out of hand.

"Piss off out of my house you bitch," I surprised her with, never having spoken to her like that before.

"You can't talk to me like that," she blurted out.

"Yes I can you old witch, and if you don't get out straight away, then I'll throw you out myself."

"You touch me and I'll get my husband. Derek will show you what's what."

"A pleasure you old cow," I grinned at her. "Send him round and I'll be pleased to send him home with a broken bone or two."

"Well the laugh's on you isn't it you sorry wretch," she shot back at me, loosing her temper. "You've been a cuckold throughout your marriage and before for that matter. We picked you out to marry Cloe when she got pregnant the first time, because you were the only single man she was going with at the time."

"Mum, please shut up," Cloe screamed, but it was too late. Far too late. 

I turned to her and she dropped her head in shame. 

"Sorry David, you were never supposed to find out. I did love you, sort of, and I still do for that matter. It's just I'm ..... Well my whole family is ....... Well sort of ....... Oh damn it, what does it matter now?"

"Not a lot," I confirmed calming down to my surprise. "Why don't you take your damn mother and get out of here?"

"What about the boys?" Cloe asked meekly.

Oh God yes! What about the boys?

This was really going to break my heart one way or the other, but I knew it had to be done.

"You'd better stay here then Cloe," I told her, sighing deeply. "I'll go. I'll be back for my things in a day or so."

"Does it have to be this way David honey?" Cloe pleaded with me, but I just nodded my head, afraid to speak for fear that I might capitulate.

"That's right you spineless no hoper," her Mum broke in spitefully. "Just run away like the coward you are."

"Shut your damn mouth Mother," Cloe screamed at her, before I could respond. "Or I swear to you that it will be me who throws you out. You've caused enough trouble as it is. This is all your fault."

Her mother went to retort back at her but thought better of it, turning on her heels and storming out of the door, the house vibrating on it's very foundations as she slammed it shut.

"I'm sorry David. I'm really very sorry and you know you can see the boys anytime you want."

"We'll see about that," I told her sharply. "The way I feel at the moment I doubt that I'll ever want to see either of them again."

It wasn't true of course, but it had the desired effect, reducing her to a quivering heap of tears, as I walked over and kissed the two little lads goodbye, maybe for the last time, resisting the temptation to spit on the bitch.

Then I left!

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The next few months were a complete mess of course, but in some ways it was my parents who I felt the greatest sorrow for. I was an only child, and though they'd suspected some funny business about the children, they couldn't just stop thinking of them as their grandsons. They were well aware that I'd had the operation as well, so there was no likelihood of any replacements coming along. 

What a mess.

What a bloody, stupid mess.

Thomas Martin got his comeuppance though when his wife found out what was going on. When it came out that he'd been bedding Cloe's Mum as well for the last eight years or so, then all hell broke out. Derek, her Dad went round to sort him out, which turned out to be a mistake as he ended up in hospital, and Thomas in the local nick. He didn't spend much time there, but Thomas soon found himself divorced with support to pay to his former wife and kids, and a paternity suit from Cloe.

Derek lost his temper with his wife soon after getting out of hospital and gave his wife a good hiding, and though the police were called, she refused to press charges. They're still together, sort of, but not exactly the happiest couple in the world, with Derek no longer welcome at his precious bleeding golf club, and his wife chucked out of just about everything.

Then just as I was thinking of going to pay a visit to this Thomas Martin, I got the news. It appears that her Mum had set Cloe up from an early age, and the coppers dragged this Martin guy out of the pub one night and charged with having sex with an under age girl. They put him away for four years, and when the full story came out and I doubt that he had a happy time inside. By the time he was released my life had moved on and I never did get round to visiting him. Pity really, but probably just as well, as I could have ended up inside myself.

So what did Cloe do?

I could never forgive the bitch for deceiving me like that, but it appeared that her witch of a mother had offered up her own teenage daughter to Martin on order to keep his interest piqued. Maybe the cops should have arrested her as well?

Strange or otherwise though it may seem, Cloe went to my parents for help, and with my silent agreement, very silent, they sort of took her under their wing. It meant that they could see the two boys regularly as she found a place nearby, her distaste for the area I was bought up in, clearly a thing of the past. The new baby came along, a beautiful little girl and nothing much was said about the fact that she had slightly Asian features and not a trace of red hair, as you can imagine.




Our Two Girls



Who the fuck could that have been?

Oh well ------- Was no longer my problem, though softy though I was then, and remain till this day, I became a sort of special uncle to them, and yes, I do mean to all three of them. Even relented and agreed to give Cloe away when she eventually married Charley, an old school mate of mine, as for some reason, neither of her parents were invited. 

In case you're wondering, then yes I did warn my old mate about her, but she was by far the prettiest girl that he'd ever been out with and he brushed my concerns aside.

Has she been faithful to him?

No idea though I think she may have been. Not my business. Certainly not with me she hasn't.

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So you may be thinking why did I start this story the way that I did?

Why did I say it was all my first wife's fault.

Well believe it or not readers, this was only the introduction to my woes and there's a lot more to come. 

No, I didn't get to wear a suit to work, and in fact I got the sack, but my problems with women were by no means over.

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Life wasn't exactly a ball of fun, but I was at least free and back on the open market. I'd lost my job working for my ex wife's Dad's company, and looked destined never to wear a suit to work. That didn't matter, but what did was that I'd had 'the dreaded operation' at my ex wife's insistence and could never father a child, and that could be a bit of a problem for a twenty one year old seeking a new life partner.

I chatted some up, wooed a few more seriously, felt any number of bare tits and had my hand up more than one skirt. Quite a few more than one as it happens.

I'd even bedded a few and that was where things seemed to go awry. For some reason I felt that I had to tell them that I couldn't sire any children, and felt a fool for sticking one of them rubber balloons on the end of my Dick, when it wasn't going to prevent any babies, even though I fully realised that there were some other good reasons for doing so.

Then I met my Majestic!

No, of course her name wasn't really Majestic, but that's where she was working when I first spotted her. Behind the reception at the Majestic Cinema selling tickets, and boy was I smitten.

Five foot five or so, slim build but with decent sized tits and a smile that would replace a light house if needs be. I later found out that she had legs to die for, that she enjoyed showing them off in her little mini skirts and that her actual name was Mirta, though everyone called her Milkie.

Why Milkie?

Something to do with milk chocolate I think??

I got an introduction from a friend of hers that I knew from our school days, and I made it clear from the start that I was interested. 

"Wanna go for a drink one night?" I chanced my arm with, and though not very original I was in.

Three dates in and I think that Milkie caught on that I was maybe a potential keeper, and that my intentions were perhaps serious. Well ---- I'd gained myself a bit of a reputation with the local ladies, and after three dates I hadn't even tried to put my hand up her skirt. Now where I come from, that's like saying out loud that I really fancy you. Sort of a bit of respect like, you're something special, and I'm taking my time. 

"Want to come round and meet my family?" Milkie asked me one evening somewhat uncertainly.

"Yes, why not," I replied, the whole idea of it terrifying me after my last experience. 

Not without some misgivings, I found myself outside her house a couple of evenings later, clutching a bunch of somewhat weary flowers that I'd nicked from our neighbour's garden earlier. No, not for Milkie, but her Mum. No fool me, eh?

Well that went down well, and it was pretty obvious that the family quite took to me from the start. Well I seriously doubt that Milkie had ever been out with a guy that went to work in a suit or anything like that, and I was probably the first one to bring flowers.

Turned out that I was the first one, full stop!

No not that. Come on now, virgins over the age of fourteen were as rare as hen's teeth on the council estate that we lived in. What I meant was that I was the first one she'd ever taken home.

Not sure what that signified, or even what it meant, but it quite pleased me, and seemed to make her family think I might be something special.

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That evening over, it was my turn to repay the compliment, and a few days later, I picked her up on my old motorbike and took her home to my place. 

"Hello Milkie," my Mum greeted her warmly. "We've heard so much about you and been looking forward to meeting you."

Milkie grinned in embarrassment and muttered something that I didn't catch, but my mum beamed and gave her a little hug.

Even my Dad said hello, which was pretty good for him, though I did catch him ogling her legs several times later on when he didn't think anyone was watching.

The evening was a great success and I ran her home, had a quick snuggle and went back to my flat that I shared with a mate.





"She's very nice," Mum told me the next day when I popped by to check up. "Your dad was quite taken with her."

"Taken with her legs you mean," I grinned at her.

"He did seem to be entertained by how short her skirt was," Mum agreed, shaking her head in mock annoyance. "He's been a bit frisky ever since."

"Too much information Mum," I pointed out in embarrassment.

"Speaking of information," Mum changed the subject. "You could have warned us."

"About what?" I asked innocently, though I knew what was coming.

"Now don't get me wrong David," she continued carefully. "I've nothing against black people, but you could have pre-warned us. We might have said the wrong thing."

"Oh that." 

"Yes, that!"

"Well she's not very black," I claimed.

"She's not very white either."

"Mixed race," I admitted quietly. "Dad's West Indian and her Mum's from West Ham."

"West Ham," my Mum laughed. "This is an Arsenal household. Can't have West Ham supporters here. Your dad won't have it"

"Her Dad supports Charlton," I piped up, knowing that would go down well, my Mum's Dad having played for the under eighteen side down at the Valley a number of years ago.

Mum thought about it before replying.

"She seems a very nice girl David. Me and your Dad were both very taken with her and if you decide to then she'd be very welcome into our family."

BINGO!

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From then on things moved on a pace. 

Yes ---- Yes, Ok, I did get my hand up her skirt and was very pleased with what I found there, so much so that I investigated further.

"Thought we'd never get round to it," Milkie said as I at last bedded her. She didn't say a lot for the next hour or so, but she did seem to make quite a lot of noise.

Eventually we started to talk about maybe making it somewhat more permanent, and since we were virtually living together by then, that seemed the obvious move.

I like the idea and so did she, and both sets of parents were more than Ok with the idea. Even her little brother started to call me 'Bruv', though there could have been more to it than met the eye there.

"There's something that I've got to tell you Milkie," I said to her one Friday afternoon, just after we'd broken our record for how many orgasms I could give her. "I should have told you before now."

"David darling," she smiled at me with those big brown eyes and full wide mouth, rubbing her more than generous breasts against me. "Nothing you could tell me could upset me."

She was wrong!

Oh my God how wrong she was!

She cried.

It broke my heart.

She wanted babies and I couldn't give her any.

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Breaking up is hard to do!

Ok, it's the words of a song and all that, but the reality is worse. It didn't happen straight away, and both sets of parents tried to counsel us, but gradually and as certainly as night follows day, we drifted apart.

At that moment in time, I think I hated my ex wife far more than I had when I'd found her cheating on me.

Unreasonable maybe, but that's how it was.

I was so distrault that I couldn't even spell the bloody word correctly!

The split up was bitter sweet. Neither of wanted to, but knew we had to. Milkie wanted babies and I couldn't provide them, and couldn't bring myself to try to persuade the woman I was so desperately in love with to accept otherwise.

If we'd been older perhaps????

Who knows because we weren't, and we parted sadly and went our own ways.

Life wasn't exactly being very kind to me was it?

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I plunged headlong straight back into the dating scene, determined that I wasn't just going to sit there and mope.

But my heart wasn't in it, even though my dick frequently was. I missed Milkie even more than I remembered missing Cloe and I didn't know what to do about it. 

I saw the kids, yes all three of them, quite frequently when Cloe left them with my Mum. Even Derek was too young to understand why I was now their uncle rather than their Dad, but they had plenty of love surrounding them so they seemed to be OK.

I occasionally bumped into Milkie, or saw her on the street or in a shop, but it hurt too much to stay around her, and even more when I saw how upset she was herself. 

It was a stupid situation that was going nowhere, but neither of us was capable of putting it back together again. Bit like Humpty Dumpty and all the King's men.

Then one day I spotted her out with another guy. Nobody special by the looks of it, but it was the jolt I needed to wrench back control of my sad life, so I started looking round for that someone special, instead of just screwing around.

Not so easy, and I wasted an awful lot of petrol and Gin and Tonics on what seemed a hopeless quest.

Not till I met Nina that is. Nina was a second cousin to a friend of an acquaintance of mine and I met her at a party to celebrate someone's birthday. Or was it an anniversary ---- Does it matter?

She was taller than most girls I'd dated with a catwalk model like figure. Dead slim, almost skinny, but with enough meat on the bone as it were to make an attractive package. No breasts to speak about but when I eventually got to examine them in more detail, what there was, were beautifully shaped, with huge long nipples that seemed to be perpetually hard. Good legs of course, but then all the girls I dated had nice legs. Nina had a striking face rather than beautiful, but the whole package was enough to draw admiring glances on a regular basis.

I chatted to her and she chatted back and before long we were finding a quiet corner to get to know one another better. When that started to get almost embarrassing for some of those around us, we took someone's advice and went and found a room. Fortunately the house we were in was pretty large and had any number of bedrooms, the third one of which was empty.

"Beautiful," I complimented her when I removed her little bra and saw those lovely little tits for the first time.

"Not bad at all," she returned the favour when she undid my trouser flies and worked my wedding tackle out to examine it.

"Oh my God that feels nice," Nina gasped out as I gently and sensually fondled her sensitive breasts.

"Aaaaaah!" was all I could manage as she pulled my plonker with some considerable and welcome enthusiasm.

All in all, a very satisfying evening. I know for a fact that several people popped their heads in as the pair of us went at it, but neither Nina nor I missed a stroke.

We got dressed, went back to her place and started all over again, and I stayed all day and went back to bed with her that night.

Suddenly we were a couple, and as couples do, we coupled on every opportunity that arose, to the extent that we moved in together.

I told her early on about my 'problem', but it didn't seem to worry her at all that I couldn't have children, and came to believe that at last I had found my ideal partner.

"Ever thought of getting married?" I slipped into our conversation one evening.

"Only since the first night that we met," she replied with a grin.

"How about it then?

"Ok," Nina laughed back.

OK, not so romantic maybe, but effective, and two months later we tied the knot at the local registry office with a few friends and family and my three little 'nephews and niece' in attendance. 

Life carried on and I changed jobs, getting the chance to work as a proper bricklayer, a step up from the hod carrying that I'd been doing up till then. Still no suits to work of course, but at least I now sent some other erk to get the tea rather than being sent for it myself. Nina worked in an insurance company and bought in fairly good money, so between the pair of us we led a pretty comfortable life.

Also between the two of us, we had an awful lot of friends and never lacked for company when we went out anywhere, though by the time two or three years had gone by, one by one they got married, had kids, and disappeared partly from the scene, till we found ourselves virtually the only couple still childless.

At first it didn't worry either of us, but as another year passed by and we both got a year older, we began to notice that we seemed a bit different from most of our crowd. They started to do things that involved kids all the time, and though we were never exactly excluded we found ourselves feeling out of it.

It became the big unspoken thing between the two of us. We both thought about it, worried about it, but carefully avoided talking about it. We both wanted kids, but we couldn't have any.

"We can't keep avoiding it," I blurted out eventually as we sat in our local pub, wondering how our friends were enjoying themselves at some party that they had eventually and inevitably forgotten to invite us to.

"I want a baby," Nina cried out in response. "I want one David. Please, I want one."

"I know honey," I replied gravely, tears forming my eyes. "But I can't give you one. I'm not man enough anymore."

"Don't you dare say that David," Nina scolded me. "It's not your fault."

However with that, she burst into tears, and soon after we had to leave the pub in embarrassment, everyone in there speculating over what I had done to cause such a beautiful young woman to sob her heart out like that.

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We went to see the doctor and he sent us to the specialist to see if we could get the job done artificially. We couldn't afford to get it done privately and it turned out that we didn't rate very highly, and when it came out that I'd had the snip at the cost of the Health service then our rating went even lower.

Adoption?

We thought about it, and even investigated. We thought it would be easy with all these un-married mothers around, but not so. Demand outstripped supply by a margin. At least it did if you wanted a healthy, white, newborn baby.

Seems that if we'd been prepared to accept a yellow one, a brown one, a black one or even a slightly miscoloured one, then the chances shot up and I had no problem with that at all. In my mind it was already a pretty little mixed race girl, and I guess my earlier experience with Milkie perhaps moulded my thinking.

But Nina ---- No chance!

She wasn't so bad, but her parents were, let's say ---- Racially aware.

OK, they were racialist, though the way the area they'd been bought up in had been taken over by families from every part of the British commonwealth and elsewhere, then perhaps it wasn't my place to judge them.

So that was abandoned. Well not abandoned, but virtually written off.

It was not a good time for our marriage, as Nina went into some sort of depression and I was not in much of a state to know what to do about it. To be honest, I felt a total failure. Not a real man, or at least not a complete one. There seemed to be no answer.

Well there was a solution wasn't there, and unfortunately for me, it was staring us in the eye. A couple of years previously a couple that we knew quite well had experienced a similar problem and came up with a novel solution. Gary's problem was not self-inflicted like mine, having contacted some tropical disease when in Nigeria as a child where his parents worked for a division of Unilever. 

The end result was the same however and he couldn't get the job done any more than I could. I've no idea whether they went through the same thought process as us, but Gary had a younger brother and they had ------ Well, come to some arrangement.

It's not the sort of thing that you broadcast around, but poor Gary had got drunk one night with a crowd of us and poured his heart out. Nobody ever spoke about it afterwards, but everyone knew. At least our group of friends did, as the wives got to be included one by one.

"Maybe we should speak to Gary and Linda," spoke out Nina at last, making my insides run cold.

"We can't," I pointed out. "Linda doesn't know that we all know. Not officially anyway."

"We could approach her carefully," Nina suggested. "Maybe talk to Gary first."

"No way Nina," I put my foot down. "It could wreck their marriage. Gary seems to have got over it, even accepted it, so we're not bringing that up to confront him."

To be honest, my concern for my pal Gary was more than tempered by my own concerns.

"Well perhaps it's something we should think about David."

"I haven't got a brother," I pointed out hurriedly.

"Any cousins or anything?"

"None that you would be able to stomach," I lied. Praying, apparently successfully, that she wouldn't remember my cousin Nick that she'd once met at a family wedding. When I say met .....? Well nothing happened, but she did seem to be quite taken with him.

"Someone that looks like you then?"

I don't know anyone who looks like me," I replied sufficiently gruffly that she knew not to pursue the matter further.

Not then that is.

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She picked her moment didn't she?

Well, women are some times good at that, aren't they?

"David," she started softly, as she played with my dick in bed one night. "You know that thing we were talking about."

"What thing?" I asked, more concerned with what she was doing than what she was saying.

"Someone who looks like you."

"No idea what you're on about," I grunted back, my mind as well as my dick more concerned with other matters.

"Some one who looked like you, rather than being your brother," Nina reminded me quietly, almost frightened to continue.

Oh bugger!

That spoiled the mood, I can tell you, and my interest in the rest of the evening's entertainment spluttered out.

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"We've got to discuss this honey," Nina cornered me with when I sat down to dinner the next day. You've got it! She'd made me my favourite Madras curry, complete with pillau rice and naan bread and everything. Even been out and bought a new bottle of mango chutney, and you can't ask for more than that, can you?

"The curry's lovely," I tried to avoid the subject, but she was not to be put off.

"I've found this guy David," Nina carried on. "He's new at work and really looks like you. It's weird honey; just as if he'd been sent to us, for the purpose."

"I don't really want to talk about it Nina."

"But we've got to David," she pressed me. "At least come and meet him."

"No bloody way Nina," I exploded. "What the hell have you said to him?"

"Nothing much."

"What have you said to him Nina," I insisted. "I need to know."

"Nothing much," she repeated, but then relented as she saw me getting angry. "I haven't said anything about babies David, I swear. I've just ---- Well, just been friendly with him and he has responded."

"Friendly?" I cried out. " How bloody friendly?"

"Just flirted a bit David. Nothing more."




Our Two Girls



"Well stop flirting then," I bellowed. "I don't want to hear anything more about this."

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And I didn't. Not for about a week that is, and it hadn't been the happiest week in the world in our household, and nor for that matter in my parent's either.

"I suppose Cloe's got to do what she's got to do David," my Mum greeted me with unhappily, when I popped round to see her and the three kids.

"Yes," I replied, not too happy myself to be frank with you. "Charley's got this job offer up north and Cloe and the kids have got to go with him."

"But I'll really miss the three little ones," my Mum went on close to tears. "They've really been like real grand children to me."

"I'll miss them as well Mum and they are your grand kids whoever their real Dad was."

"Yes," she replied wistfully. "David, if only ..... "

"Let's not go down that route Mum," I interrupted her. "It's not possible ---- It's not going to happen and I can't do anything about it."

"There's always hope David."

"There's always hope Mum," I tried to console her. "But adoption looks out of the question and we can't afford the other way."

"What about the third option?" Mum asked cautiously.

"Third option? What third option?"

Yes, I had a third option but that wasn't public knowledge. It wasn't anything that I even wished to discuss with my wife anymore. Surely Nina hadn't talked about it with my Mum?

"Not an easy decision David," Mum responded, trying to keep casual, though the wringing of her hands gave her away. "But maybe you ought to think about it."

"What the hell have Nina and you been talking about for Christ's sake Mother," I cried out angrily, my use of 'mother' jolting her as it was a term never used in our household.

"Nothing specific David dear. Now don't get all-uppity with me now, and don't you go blaming poor Nina either. She's really emotional about it and you know what her mother's like, so she can't talk to her about it, so she spoke to me."

"And you approve Mum?" I demanded incredulously. "You think I should let her go and fuck some other guy."

"It's not for me to approve or disapprove son," she shot back, standing up to confront me. "And don't you dare use that sort of language in front of me ever again."

"Sorry Mum," I apologized, trying to cool down. "But I hate the thought of it. I can't get the job done so I have to get some other bloke to ..... to ...... Oh hell Mum, you know what I mean ----- To have sex with her."

"Life's not always easy David," Mum carried on quietly. "Sometimes in life we have to make difficult decisions that we may not like. Do you think Charley finds it easy to drag his wife and family away from all that they're familiar with?"

"Hardly the same thing for God's sake," I pointed out the obvious. 

"Perhaps not so," Mum went on again. "Your Gran and Granddad had to make some awful decisions during the last war."

"But that was ages ago, and we're not at war Mum," I responded. "Though sometimes it feels like I am."

Mum said nothing for a few moments, letting the air calm as it were.

"Well it's your decision David. It's all a question of whether you're big enough a man to give your wife what she wants. What she needs. Don't let your male ego wreck your marriage."

"That's not fair Mum," I answered her. "Nina wants a baby and so do I and so do you and dad. But it's just not fair to put me in a spot like that. It's just not fair."

"No son you're right; it's not fair at all. But life is seldom fair and we will all be judged by how we handle what life deals up to us."

Oh bloody hell ---- how do you answer that? If it had been anyone else but my Mum ---- my Dad even, I'd have told them to get lost. But my Mum was my Mum, and ---- well ----- She was my Mum, wasn't she?

"So you think I should tell her to go ahead," I spoke up at last. I didn't really want an answer; I just wanted to show her what an impossible situation it was. To challenge her, to try to take a decision like that.

"I can't answer for you David," she avoided the question cleverly. "I'm simply suggesting that you think about it before dismissing it out of hand. You've not exactly had the best hand dealt you with your married life so far, so it's a question of whether you can do something to put it right. I'm really worried about Nina, David and I don't know what to advise you. It's your decision."

"Thanks Mum, thanks a bundle," I finished, giving her a kiss on the cheek as I turned to leave. "I'll think about it, but I can't see me changing my mind."

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Nina and I had the mother and father of an argument that night when I got home.

"What the hell do you think you were doing discussing our sex life with my mother?" I shouted at her when she got in, some twenty minutes after me. Damn it, I was so angry that I spilt my tea.

"Well I've got to find someone who can knock some sense into that thick head of yours," she shouted back.

"Maybe you should go and tell all the neigbours about it," I screamed angrily. "Maybe you could find a few of them to give you a quick fuck while you're at it."

"Maybe I will," she screamed back, her eyes glaring at me. "Maybe one of them will do a better job of it than you have been doing lately."

Not a good start and it went downhill from there. She ended up throwing a glass bowl at me and I stormed out down the pub before I did something that I knew I would regret.

I sat there and nursed my one and only pint, knowing that if I had a second then a third and a fourth would follow and that I'd end up going home pissed.

That wouldn't help anything would it now. So I sat there quietly. Sat there mulling over what Nina had suggested and what my mum had talked about.

Was it that bad?

Yes! Damn right it was.

Were there other things worse?

Of course there were.

How badly did Nina need that baby? 

How badly did I want one, especially now that young Derek and Thomas, and yes even little Mandy were leaving the area?

Could I agree to it and still carry on loving my wife? 

Possibly --- No, probably.

Would Nina enjoy it?

Now that was the question wasn't it? The crux of the matter perhaps.

Would she enjoy having sex with another man?

Is that what I found so hard to accept? That she'd enjoy it?

Of course Nina would bloody well enjoy it wouldn't she! No question about it. As much as I hated the idea of another guy seeing Nina naked, touching her breasts and running his hands all over her. As much as I detested the thought of him actually sticking his prick inside her and cumming in her, the bit that hurt the most would be that she would enjoy it. 

It's not as if she'd been a virgin when we met, far from it. What difference would it really and truly make if one more guy's name was added to that list? 

Maybe not a lot, but I didn't really know did I?

But the big doubt remained that she would enjoy it, and the unthinkable was that she might enjoy it more than she did making love with me.

I'd heard talk that making love and having sex were simply not the same thing. A load of hogs-wash I'd always thought, but was I right?

What if she did enjoy it but pretended she didn't?

Was that worse?

Would that be cheating on me, even if I'd given my permission?

I stood up, finished my pint and left it on the bar on my way out.

I'd made up my mind. I'd ask her one simple question and only give her one chance to answer and if she got it wrong then that would be the end of it and even if we ended up divorced then I would never agree.

If she got it right?

Well that was something that I'd have to deal with wasn't it.

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I entered our place with the proverbial butterflies in my stomach, knowing that I was going to have to confront my worst fears, but wishing I didn't have to.

"Hi honey," she greeted me with a hesitant smile. "Sorry about earlier. I was completely out of order and shouldn't have said what I said."

"Me neither sweetheart," I replied, taking her in my arms and enjoying the feel of her slim shapely body against me.

"Let's just go to bed and forget about it for tonight David," my wife suggested as I felt her rubbing her firm breasts against my chest.

"Not yet Nina," I found myself saying against my better judgment. It was a risk, but it had to come to a head sooner or later. "I've got two very specific questions to ask you."

Yes, my one question had become two, and I explained that if she got the answers to both of them right, then I would agree to what she wanted.

"What about if I get them wrong?" she asked nervously. "What about if I only get one wrong?"

"Then you have to drop the whole idea Nina, and you have to promise me that you will."

"Doesn't sound too fair that, David. What about if I promise to drop the whole idea for a year, and then we'll see how we feel by then?"

That seemed reasonable, as in a years time everything could be different and it seemed well worth the risk. I told her that I agreed, and that I'd written the answer to both questions that I would accept on a piece of paper, that I put down on the table. We sat down on the sofa alongside one another, the pair of us nervous as hell, knowing that the next few minutes were going to make a big difference in our lives, whichever way it went.

"Go on then David," she urged me, glancing over at the piece of paper on the table beside her. "Ask me the first question."

"Right," I said, swallowing to clear my dry throat. "My first question is, and I expect an honest answer, if you get the go ahead, are you looking forward to having sex with another man, this guy that you've singled out?"

Nina let out a gasp and stared up at me in surprise.

"I didn't expect a question like that," she squealed out.

"Maybe not Nina," I replied, shrugging my shoulders. "Don't forget, an honest answer."

Nina stared at me for some moments, and you could almost see the cogs working away in her head ----- How to answer ------ Perhaps she was wondering whether to tell the truth or to give me the answer I wanted. That she thought I wanted that is.

"I'm not sure what to say," she mumbled at last.

"Just tell the truth," I countered. "Take all night if you want or all week."

"No," she came back with no hesitation. "I'll tell you now and I'm sorry if this hurts you honey but you've asked for the truth. YES --- I would be, or that is I am looking forward to it and I'd be lying if I said otherwise. The end result is to get us a baby, but I can't deny that I'm looking forward, excited even, by the thought of sleeping with another man."

"So it wouldn't just be the simple sex act then?" I asked, my voice breaking. "You want it all --- kissing, making out, foreplay and everything?"

"Is this the second question David?"

"No," I responded. "I just want to know."

"Then yes David, I would be expecting to do all that. I'd need it to get in the right mood, and it would all seem so artificial otherwise."

"I'm sorry honey," she added when I didn't reply immediately ------ I couldn't!

"Right Nina, the second question is a bit more complicated I'm afraid, and I'm not sure how to word it. When and if you were to have sex with this guy, --------- What's his name by the way? You've never told me."

"You've never asked," she reminded me. "I didn't think you wanted to know, but his name is Gregory."

"How old is he?"

"Is it important?" she asked looking up at me uncertainly. "He's a few years older than you. Maybe six years or so older than me."

"Is he married?"

I guess Nina knew that these questions weren't the important one, just my need to know, coupled with the need to delay asking the final all important question. So she just shrugged her shoulders."

"He is," she commented. "But sometimes you wouldn't think it." 

"A ladies man then?"

"I guess so."

"Bit of a player?"

"So the other girls say."

"Good in the sack?"

"So some of the other girls say."

"Well hung I suppose?"

Ok ---- I was damn well torturing myself.

"I wouldn't know," Nina answered. "I wouldn't imagine that he was on the small size though."

"Bigger than me though?" I demanded despite myself.

"I don't damn well know David," she exploded, perhaps not without reason. "You're not small David and I've had enough men before we met to know that for a fact. But whether Gregory is better endowed than you or not, then I've no bloody idea. If I ever find out, then I'll let you know if it's that damn important."

"Sorry sweetheart," I backtracked. "This isn't easy for me."

"I know honey and I do understand how it must be for you. Why don't you just ask the second question?"

"If you have sex with this Gregory chap, then the point is for him to cum inside of you to get you pregnant. But what about you Nina? How much are you going to get into it? Are you hoping to have an orgasm as well? Or several even? My question is, are you intending to enjoy it? Is that important?"

I sort of spluttered to a halt, having made a hash of the question, but almost knowing what her answer would be after the very specific way she had answered my first question. I was in a trap of my own making, but there was no escape, and I just knew she'd speak the truth.

"Yes David," Nina answered slowly but certainly. "It may not be the answer you want, but I'd have to put my heart and soul into it as I do with you my love. Just while it was going on, but I couldn't and wouldn't hold back."

I sat back, not sure what look I had on my face, aware that Nina was scrutinizing me, looking for some clue.

"Not the answers you wanted I expect David. But you did ask me to be honest."

I just sat there nodding my head at her, hurt by her answers but in some strange way, pleased by her honesty.

"Better open the envelope Nina."

"Is there any point?" She demanded. "They're not the answers you must have wanted."

"Open it anyway," I instructed her. "Just to check that I've been honest and not cheated on you."

Nina picked up the envelope, and with an unhappy glance in my direction, slit open the top and withdrew the slip of paper inside.

She gave a gasp as she read what was on the paper, her head snapping up to stare at me.

"But I don't understand David!"

"What's not to understand?"

"But you've written YES to both questions honey. You can't really mean that."

"I didn't say I wanted the answers that would best please me Nina," I explained. "I wanted the answers that would prove to me that you would be honest with me. Not to cheat on me. Not to get up to things behind my back. I couldn't stand that Nina."

I looked up at her and she burst into tears. 

What could I do?

I went to her and comforted her, took her in my arms and showed her quite how much I loved her.

There would be things to sort out and boundaries to agree, but for the rest of that evening it counted for nothing as we, man and wife, made our peace together.

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And so it was!

The next day we talked and I explained that I didn't ever want to hear any of the details from her and that above all, this guy Gregory must never know what we were up to. He must never know that the purpose of their coupling was to get Nina pregnant.

"But why not David?" Nina asked.

"Because I don't want him, or anyone else to ever know that the child isn't really mine," I explained. "You can do what you have to do when you're at your most fertile and then end it."

I knew that my Mum would know of course, but she was hardly going to spill the beans was she? A handful of others might be surprised, but we could lead them to believe that we'd found the money to have a baby by artificial insemination, and they'd have no reason to think otherwise.

It could work!

"But what if I don't get pregnant the first time?" she asked.

"Then you can try again," I relented. "Two attempts Nina. I don't think I could stand more than that."

She thought about that and nodded her acceptance before continuing.

"So you really don't want me to tell him what it's about then?"

"Absolutely not."

"But he'll think we're having an affair David," she carried on. "I'd sort of have to let him seduce me."

"Do you think he might try that on?"

"I'm sure he will. He's already flirted with me and hinted at what he'd like to do with me," she said, the flicker of a smile crossing her face, which disappeared immediately when she saw the way I was looking at her. 

"Sorry honey," she corrected herself. "I know this is hard for you, but I can't pretend that it's not exciting for me."

"I know Nina," I agreed, already beginning to regret my decision. "Do what you must do, but I don't want to know anything about it."

With that we ended the conversation, the pair of us with our own thoughts, which were, I'm sure, very different. There was an awful lot more that I could have said, but I didn't. I simply wanted this thing over and done with.

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The following two weeks seemed to pass without incident, Nina not so much as mentioning about anything going on between her and this damn Gregory. I have to admit though that our relationship improved leaps and bounds, Nina returning to the happy young woman that she had been before.

Mostly, I could black out any thoughts about how her relationship with Gregory might be developing, though since her fertile period was still a week or so away, I assumed that she hadn't let him go beyond some more serious flirting. 

I wondered whether she'd let him kiss her, but tried to fade out any images in my brain of the pair of them making out. 

"I was thinking that I might go out with the girls next Friday night," my wife surprised me with one evening. "I'll probably be back quite late."

"Where are you going?" I asked, my mind going into overdrive.

"Does it matter?" She replied uncomfortably, making it quite clear without actually saying so, that the night out with the girls was nothing of the sort.

"I guess that will be Ok then," I grunted back, my voice all but breaking, my face perspiring despite my efforts to remain cool about it. 

"Thanks honey. Maybe it might be better if you went out with some of your pals to keep your mind busy," Nina suggested cautiously.

"I don't think I'd be good company."

"Right," she said, and we both sat there in silence for some minutes, neither of us sure how to break the silence.

"This is it then?" I asked, unable to avoid asking her, even though I knew I'd regret it.

"I thought you didn't want to know," she replied in little more than a whisper.

"I don't Nina," I grunted again, clearing my throat in emotion. "But .... That is ...... What I mean is ..... Oh hell Nina ---- I don't know what I want anymore."

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked, the doubt in her voice showing through.

"No I don't!" I shot back. "But ..... But ...... Have you ..... That is ..... Like the pair of you. Have you sort of done anything yet?"

Damn it! I'd asked when I promised myself I wouldn't and I knew that I shouldn't. Damn it!

"We haven't had sex yet," she mumbled hardly audibly.

"But?"        There's always a 'but', isn't there.

"We've messed about a bit," Nina reluctantly conceded. "Not much just a bit."

"He's kissed you then?"  It tore my heart out to even ask the question, and Nina visibly swallowed and nodded her head in admission.

"Has he touched you?" I demanded, immediately wishing I hadn't.

"A bit," she admitted, her eyes misting up.

"Where?" I continued to torture myself, fool that I was.

"Does it matter honey," she pleaded with me. "You really don't have to know."

"I do Nina," I continued, losing control. "I'm your husband damn it, and I have the right to know."

"OK David," she screamed back at me, my stupid insistence cracking her resolve. "If you must damn well know then yes he has touched me. He's touched my breasts, had my top right off and sucked my nipples and had his hand up my skirt while he was doing it. Does that satisfy you now David? Yes, I've let him finger fuck me and if you want to know, then I bloody well enjoyed it. Every damn minute of it!"




Our Two Girls



Oh Shit!

If ever there was a time to shut up then it was then. But not me ----- oh no! ---- I had to carry on, didn't I?



"No need to let him do all those things to you Nina," I almost whined, breaking yet another uncomfortable silence. "I agreed to let him have sex with you, not carry on like a couple of randy teenagers."

"Oh no?" She took me to task. "Who was it that didn't want him to know what it was all about then? Who was it that insisted that I made it look like a casual affair? Who was it that didn't want to know what was going on?"

When I didn't answer, she carried on, just as angrily as before.

"What was I supposed to do David? Bend over his desk and pull my panties down and ask him to fuck me but not look at me or touch me? What would that have made me look like David; some cock hungry slut? I've been working there for six years for Christ's sake and I get chatted up all the time, but I never give them the slightest encouragement. At least not since I married you I haven't. If I just let him fuck me without making him work hard for it, then I couldn't continue working there could I? I couldn't face the other girls and all the men would treat me like the easy lay they'd think I was. I'm sorry if you don't like it David, but if you don't want Gregory to know what it's all about, then I've got to make him think I'm resisting him but slowly giving in, and if that means he gets to play with my tits and then stick his fingers up my pussy while I let him think he's wearing my resistance down, then that's the way it's got to be."

Nina's temper slowly wound down as she worked through her diatribe, and as much as I hated the thought of it, I couldn't fault her argument. I sat there sadly with my head bowed in defeat.

"I'm so sorry honey," she continued, sliding over towards me and putting her arm round me to comfort me. "I know it's no fun for you, but it won't last long with any luck. It'll soon be over and we can look forward to the birth of our little baby."

"So you're going to let him fuck you at the week end are you?"

"Yes, I am."

"Couldn't you do it one lunch time or something? Do you really have to go out all evening with him?"

"I do David. A couple of the girls are already getting suspicious of us, disappearing off to lunch together, and I don't want to do any more to alert them. David's invited me out to dinner and I've accepted. Nothing's actually been said but he's no doubt going to invite me back to his apartment afterwards and I'm going to go, and we'll both know why."

"So he can fuck you," I confirmed unhappily.

"Yes David, so he can fuck me like we agreed. So we can make our baby."

Well there it was. What else was to be said, as I was damn well sure that if I tried to back out now, then we'd end up divorced.

"Well if you're going to do it, then you might as well enjoy it Nina," I reluctantly conceded.

"I intend to honey," Nina replied gently, stroking my neck. "I can't help it darling, but I'm looking forward to it. I'm sorry, but I am going to enjoy it."

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I know what you're probably thinking. I'd be thinking the same. But you've never been there have you? Just think about it!

It was a classic case of damned if I did and damned if I didn't. I wanted a child of my own as much as she did. So she was going on a date with another guy and he was going to get lucky. She'd done that enough before we'd met, and it had been me that had got lucky the first night we'd met. 

It wasn't that important was it?

No big thing?

That at least, is what I struggled to convince myself of.

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The next few days Nina went out of her way to prove to me that she was the best and most loving wife in the entire world. Nothing was too much for her and I dined like a king and got so much sex that I almost looked forward to a rest ------ Almost, that is!

Then along came Friday evening and when I came home from work my chest was so tight that I wondered whether I was having some sort of heart attack.

"I've got you a Marks and Spencer curry," Nina piped up sprightly when I walked in and wrapped my arms round her. "It's in the Fridge. Just pop it in the micro wave for ten minutes on seven fifty."

"I know how to nuke a curry," I pointed out, holding onto her, knowing where she was off to that night, and who with.

Nina reached up and kissed me full on the lips and told me that she loved me. Fine ----- That was fine, but tonight was the night and I reluctantly let her slip out of my arms. With a sad smile, she slipped away from me and she disappeared into our bedroom to get ready, a single wistfully glance back, just about breaking my heart.. 

I stood there motionless for some moments before collapsing into a welcoming sofa. Even there I couldn't settle, so I raised my weary self and paced the room like a caged tiger. Except that I didn't feel like a tiger ---- more like a humble mouse. But I guess even mice get too pissed off sometimes, and I strode purposefully over to our bedroom door, pushed it open and walked in. 

I had to make a stand, but as I entered Nina stood there, looking at me in surprise, just a tiny pair of thong panties on, and three or four dresses on the bed.

By God she looked gorgeous, absolutely stunning, her skin glowing from the shower that she'd just had.

I couldn't find the right words!

"I was going to wear my black dress honey," my wife told me. "But I'd really like to wear the blue one tonight. If you didn't mind too much that is."

"The blue one," I gasped. "But that's brand new Nina. You've never worn it out for me yet."

"I know honey," she smiled back at me. "But tonight's a bit special and I want to look my best."

"You mean sexiest," I corrected her, remembering how little there was to the dress in question. "You can't wear a bra with that dress."

"I know," Nina replied, at least having the politeness to look a trifle guilty. "But we both know I'm going to end up without one anyway, so what difference does it make."

I choked up!

It wasn't exactly the best thing she could have said at that moment and she knew it.

"Sorry honey. I shouldn't have said it like that. What I meant was ........"

"I know what you mean Nina," I interrupted her angrily. "It's bad enough without you rubbing it in."

"Oh I'm sorry honey," she sobbed, holding her arms out towards me. "I keep saying the wrong thing."

"Bloody right you do woman," I cried out in anguish, pushing her away. "Wear the damn blue dress if you want. Flash your tits at him all night if you must. Flash them off to everyone."

With that, I turned on my heel and barged my way out of the door, straight to the fridge and poured myself a big one.

"Calm down - calm down," I kept telling myself. You got yourself into this with your eyes open. It was never going to be easy and now simply wasn't the time to upset the apple cart. I didn't like it at all that Nina was excited about her evening out, but it shouldn't have come as a surprise. I just wished that she'd be a bit more careful about showing how much she was looking forward to her encounter, but then I'd insisted she was honest with me at all times, and probably thought that I wanted her to tell me how she felt. Maybe she was as confused as I was.

"Hold on," I said to myself out loud. "Maybe after tonight then my nightmare might well be over."

It was a good thirty minutes later that I heard the bedroom door open and I looked round to see Nina standing there and I felt instantly crushed.

She stood there looking back at me in that little blue dress that had a slash right down the front, that would have made it indecent for a woman with boobs any bigger than Nina's to wear. It wasn't the sort of dress that would give her much protection from wandering hands, and in fact it invited them. Yet again, the reality of what Nina, my wife, was getting herself into that night came crashing home to me, and I had to fight back the urge to cry.

"You look lovely Nina," I stammered out instead, gripping onto the edge of the chair to prevent myself from shaking.

"Thank you David," Nina replied quietly. "If you think it's too much then I won't wear it. I'll go and change into the black one."

"I guess it doesn't matter sweetheart. You look absolutely gorgeous. No man in his right mind could resist you."

"I don't know what time I'll be back David," she informed me, as she come up to give me a goodnight kiss. "Don't bother to wait up will you."

"I'll see," I responded, holding on to her and not wanting to let go. "Try not to be too late though please."

"OK, but you've got to let me go now David. I'm sorry, or I'll be late."

"Let him wait."

"Please David, don't make this harder than it is anyway. Please let me go; I've got to be going."

Reluctantly, I let go of my wife and watched as she did a final check in the mirror and made for the front door.

"Wish me luck David," she called back to me.

'Yes sure thing," I thought to myself but said nothing. I simply waved to her and she was gone. She was gone, so now I could cry.

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The evening was a nightmare!

I couldn't bring myself to eat anything and if I had then I'm sure I would have bought it straight up again. I tried watching the TV, but found myself watching a film about some guy whose wife had cheated on him with her boss, and I soon switched it off. I looked through our videos but couldn't find anything that inspired me. So I ended up doing this and that till I couldn't stand it anymore and went to bed, where of course I found myself debating whether Nina was also in someone else's bed by then and imagining what she would be doing.

Then damn and blast it, I got an erection. It really was the last thing I expected and I couldn't understand why. I felt guilty as hell and tried to ignore it, but of course it wouldn't go away. To my eternal disgust I found myself jerking myself off while I imagined this Gregory fellow stripping Nina naked and making her walk around the room in just her high heels, the way she sometimes did for me. Then her sitting on his lap while he ran his hands all over her naked body. 

Somehow or other I could cope with that. Obviously it even excited me in some inexplicable way. But the thought of him going any further than that, of fucking her that is, turned me right off. Even thinking about them making out, and especially kissing upset me badly.

Strange!

But at least it tired me out and some time later I drifted off to sleep. A fitful sleep full of unremembered unpleasantries, but sleep none the less.



I awoke about my normal time the next morning and the nightmare returned. For an instant I got it into my head that Nina wasn't there, but when I turned, there she was, lying in our bed alongside me fast asleep. I thought of waking her, but had no idea what time she'd got in, didn't know what she'd actually got up to or how tired she'd be.

Pretty tired though I guessed.

Ten minutes of tossing and turning and when I couldn't stand it any more, I slipped quietly out of bed and made for the bathroom. 

My ablutions complete, I quietly re-entered our bedroom and silently got dressed, my eyes seldom leaving the sleeping form of my wife as she lay there motionless. I wondered if she was perhaps dreaming, and if so of what. Would she be reliving what her and her lover boy had been up to last night? Would she be dreaming of them making love?

For an instant I considered sliding the bedclothes off her to see if he'd left any marks, but I quickly rejected the idea as something that I just didn't want to know about.

With a sigh, I left the bedroom and went to make myself a cup of tea. I've never been much of a one for breakfast of any sort, so by the time I'd had a second cup I had time on my hands and little to do with it. 

I cured that problem by going out for a walk to get the newspaper, anything to act the closest to what I thought of normality, even though I knew that nothing was normal about that morning and that it may never be so again.

Lunchtime came and went and I settled for a sandwich, and still no sign of Nina. I resisted the temptation to go and check on her and waited. I occupied myself, but in reality I just waited!

It was past three in the afternoon when I suddenly became aware that someone was behind me, and without turning I spoke up.

"Did you sleep well Nina?"

"Yes I did," came the sleepy reply. "I slept well, how about you."

"Not bad considering," I told her. "I've slept better though."

I then heard her yawn, and I looked round to look at her, her tousled look and sleepy contented eyes more or less confirming that the evening had gone as planned.

"Are you OK David?" Nina asked me in a hushed tone.

""Not bad considering," I repeated. "I've been better though."

"Right!" she said.

"What time did you got in last night then?" I asked, wondering whether she'd tell me the truth.

"You were in bed asleep when I got back," Nina answered, avoiding the question.

"That's not what I asked," I reminded her, and I sat there while she pondered her reply. She had no idea what time I'd fallen asleep, and you could almost see the cogs doing overtime in her brain as she wondered what answer to give. Maybe what answer I'd want.

"Some time after four this morning," she ventured hesitantly.

"Nearer five perhaps," I chanced my arm.

"Could have been," Nina admitted. "I didn't check."

"Did you really have to take that long Nina?" I demanded. "You were out virtually all night."

"Sorry honey. It just seemed to work out that way."

"So it did work out then, did it?"

"Yes David it did," she informed me, turning her face away from me, I suspect to hide the smile on her face.

Damn it!

It wasn't easy. I could stick it out, but I didn't like it one bit.

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We skirted round one another the rest of the afternoon, talking only when there was something specific to discuss. The spontaneity that had always seemed to surround us was sadly missing that day. We had dinner, watched television for a while, then decided to go to bed early.

We lat there in bed, neither of saying anything but neither of us sleeping, till eventually it got too much.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Nina asked, her voice coming from out of the darkness that surrounded us.

"I don't know Nina," I confessed. "Part of me wants to hear about it but the other half is terrified at what it will do to me --- to us."

"We can't just ignore it David," she went on. "It was .... Well it was different to what I expected. Somehow not so dirty if you know what I mean."

"Can't say as I do," I replied, not wanting to know, but desperate to do so.

"I'd imagined that we'd just go to his place and ...... well you know ..... Mess around for a short while and then ........ Well sort of do it."

"But you told me you did do it."

"We did," Nina continued nervously. "But ...... Well I don't know how to explain it David, but Gregory took an awful long time before he actually ....... Well you know ...... Did it."

"Did it?" I repeated somewhat confused.

"Yes, did it," she returned to her explanation. "You know, put it inside me. Put his thingy inside me that is."

Oh shit! Did I really want this damn conversation? But I wasn't left with an option as she carried on.

"Can I tell you about it please David? Not when he.. You know, not that bit, but about the evening and the early bit and going back to his place and things."

"You really want to?" I asked, grateful that the darkness was covering my emotional state. I was upset and on the point of tears but had a bloody erection again. I didn't want to hear any more but was desperate to do so at the same time.

What the fuck was happening to me?

"When I drove to the County hotel where we were eating," she started. "I was a bag of nerves. I nearly turned back twice and almost hoped I couldn't find a parking space as an excuse to come back home."

"The County?" I called out. Oh bugger! Only the poshest place for miles around and way beyond my budget. The nearest I was ever likely to get to a place like that was a couple of years previously when the company I'd been working for had been involved in the restoration.

"Well I did of course," she went on, ignoring my outburst. "And I was still locking the car when some chap I'd never seen before in my life came up and chatted me up."

"No surprise there. In that blue dress and those high heels you looked so hot."

"Maybe," she responded, snuggling up to me. "It was only then that it dawned on me quite how revealing that dress was."

"You're not kidding it was Nina."

"This guy was chatting away to me, telling me how gorgeous I was and what a lovely body I had and everything, and all the time his eyes were dropping down lower and looking at me. Staring at the gap down the front."

"At your breast you mean," I threw in, the thought of it exciting me despite myself.

"Yes David," she agreed. "I was still leaning over the car and I just knew he could see just about everything I had through the gap, but I didn't seem able to move or cover up. I felt slutty David, but I enjoyed it. I'm sorry honey but it thrilled me."

Nina slid over even closer still to me, throwing one leg over me as she snaked her hand down my body and taking my cock in her hand.

I had that sinking feeling as I realised that she would now know how her talk was affecting me. Quite how much it was exciting me, even though I couldn't fathom it myself. However she had the good sense not to say anything about that, just continued with her tale.

"He wanted me to go off somewhere with him David. Almost pleaded with me till I told him I was meeting someone else. Then he tried to get my phone number off me or to go out with him another evening."

"Cheeky bugger," I retorted, coming back to my senses. 

"I refused of course," she carried on in full flight. "Even if Gregory didn't come up with the goods, then fanciable as he was, he wouldn't have done at all."

"Done at all?" I queried. " What are you on about?"

"To make a baby for us David," she explained giving me a pained look. "He was like .... A bit black."

"A bit black," my confused mind trying to cope with this new information.

"OK, very black," Nina went on. "A real hunk of a guy, but very, very black."

"Right," I mumbled.

Christ almighty, I was loosing the plot here somewhere.

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Somewhere around there, her hand on my sensitive parts somehow took preference over her story, and it petered out while we touched and played with one another, the pair of us getting more and more excited.

It was only a small leap from there to me finding myself between her long shapely legs and for the next uncounted period of time all thoughts of her adventure were forgotten, as my round peg went into her round hole.

Then came the morning, the sunlight filtering through the bedroom curtains. We often laid in late on a Sunday morning messing around, but this morning was of course a bit different.

"I think I need to tell you what happened when I went into the County David," she confronted me with while I was still half in do-do land. "I need to talk about it to someone, and other than your mother David, you're the only one."

I may have nodded my consent, but I can't really remember.

"So I left this black chap in the car park and went into the hotel, and I felt as if every man in there was ogling me."

"They probably were Nina."

"Maybe, but when I saw Gregory and walked up to him, the look on his face was priceless. His jaw dropped and he stood there with his mouth gaping open."

I leant over and kissed her forehead, not at all surprised. I knew how stunning she looked in that dress, but couldn't quite figure out my feelings about how much of her it revealed. The gap down the front was ...... Well, somewhat controversial!




Our Two Girls



"Gregory said something nice about how I looked which made me blush, then took my arm and led me into the dining room. I knew he was looking down the front of my dress and I knew, as I walked, that he'd be able to see just about everything. I'm sorry honey, but I loved it. Other men in the restaurant were looking round to get an eyeful as well, and Gregory was smiling like the cat that was looking forward to lapping up the spilt milk."

"Some spilt milk," I commented.

"Anyway, the waiter seated us and held my chair for me, and damn it if he wasn't getting a free peep at my breasts as well."

Nina went on about how great it had all been, and any elicit excitement that I had felt gradually eroded away, till I was getting pissed off. My prick had long since deflated, but she hardly seemed to notice as she prattled on about what a wonderful meal it had been and how attentive Gregory had been to her and how many men had been eyeing her up and what a thrill it had been to be flashing her bloody tits off at all and sundry, and how the bastard had pulled her short dress up to flash her panties off at some guys on the next table.

"Who is this damn Gregory?" I interrupted her when I couldn't stand it anymore. 

"I thought you didn't want to know honey," she smiled back up at me.

"Well maybe I ought to," I responded, only just managing to point out that I wasn't too keen on hearing about the whole damn evening.

"He's one of the bosses at my company," Nina said happily, still unaware that my mood had changed. "A new up and coming director that they've sent in from head office. All the girls fancy him."

"I thought you said he looked like me," I reminded her. "I don't notice them all swooning over me when I've met them."

"He's a bit more up front than you David," she informed me to my surprise. "And he does look a bit like you, but just a bit more ...... Well you know honey."

"A bit more what?"

"Well you know."

"If I knew then I wouldn't ask would I."

"Well he's a bit more ...... Well sort of sophisticated, and sort of hunky."

"Thanks a bundle," I sulked. "I really needed to know that."

"You did ask."

"I suppose he's got a bigger cock than me as well then," I spat out angrily.

"What's that got to do with it honey?"

"So he has then," I declared most unhappily.

"There's nothing wrong with yours' David," Nina eventually answered carefully.

Well that was that wasn't it?         

'Nothing wrong with yours'.

Didn't have to say anymore, did she.

The bastard was richer than me, better looking than me and had a bigger cock than me!

And he'd fucked my wife, and stupid sod that I was, I'd agreed to it.

Damn it!

"I've got work in the garden to do," I announced, pushing her away and getting out of bed.

"But I haven't finished David," Nina pleaded, but I shook my head, grunted and left the room

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Having just about wrecked the poor lawn mower, I packed up and went to confront her. I'd made my mind up.

"Look Nina," I started. "I can't go through this again. He's ....... Well he's ........ That is you've done it once when you were very fertile, so I think we should leave it at that and see if you're pregnant. You mustn't go out with him again"

"But I won't be pregnant David," Nina protested immediately.

"You don't know that. Let's just wait and see."

"But I do know honey," she repeated.

"You don't. How could you?"

"I just do."

"You can't know for sure Nina. How could you?"

"He wore a condom David," she shocked me with. "He can't have got me pregnant."

"But .... But that's not fair Nina," I exclaimed, my mind reeling.. "Damn it woman, that's cheating. That's not what I agreed to."

"Sorry David, but he kind of insisted. I couldn't hardly refuse."

"You could have told him you were on the pill. You could have said something."

"I did David, I promise you. I told him I was on the pill, and I told him he didn't need to wear a condom, but he insisted."

"But Nina, for Christ's sake," I pleaded with her. "That meant he was just fucking you, and that simply wasn't the idea behind this. I feel cheated by this! I feel as if you've been screwing him behind my back."

"It was you who insisted that we didn't tell him what it was all about honey," Nina whined. "We'd gone that far and I could hardly get up and walk out, could I?"

"You could have done," I insisted angrily. "You could have just walked out."

"Oh yes," my wife threw back at me, also beginning to lose her temper. "I was supposed to just walk out of his apartment stark naked, was I?"

"Naked?" I queried, picturing her in the nude with the bastard's hands all over her, my bile raising at the very thought of it.

"Well of course I was naked David. We both were for God's sake. I'd been sucking his ..... "

"Yes?" I queried when she halted. "Carry on."

"Nothing," Nina snapped at me.

"Sucking his what?"

"Fuck you David," she screamed at me, and stormed out of the room; slamming the door such that I thought it might not survive.

Oh God, what had become of our marriage? How in hell had I got myself into this situation?

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"Sorry," she said, later that night.

"Me too," I added. I was a damn site sorrier about her sucking his prick than losing my temper with her, but it just didn't seem the right moment.

Didn't exactly resolve our problems, but at least we were speaking. The next few days were difficult to say the least and we skirted round one another, both unprepared to restart the discussion.

"It ends now Nina," I burst out eventually. "I just can't stand this anymore."

"OK David," Nina replied, shrugging her shoulders. "Why don't you give me a kiss and make up?"

We did.

Kissed that is.

Then made up.

Well ......... Well you know how it is with an active young couple like we were. Yes, we made up, and we made up again and again. By four in the morning we were so knackered that we both fell asleep in one another's arms, and we didn't wake up till midday. 



So all was fine between us, and though we didn't talk about it in detail the whole stupid idea of her getting pregnant by some other bugger was forgotten about. I asked her about Gregory maybe twice, and got a reply that satisfied me that he was history. I knew she worked with him, well for him, but I trusted her and why shouldn't I?

Life was fine!

No, really it was. The next two or three months were perhaps the best time of our marriage. So she'd had sex with another guy, but I'd been a party to that and it was finished. Dead! Gone! Over!

Life went on, and to be honest, it was pretty fine. No, better than that, it was one of those magical periods, which you would look back upon as something special. Yeh! Sorry, but that is how it was.

Two months passed.

Maybe three. Maybe more. Who was counting?

"David, honey," Nina said to me one sunny morning. 

Yes , the weather was fantastic ---- Sunny --- Warm ----- Everything you would wish for.

"We need to talk sweetie pie," she said. "

Fuck!

Some how, I knew that my life was about to change. What I didn't know was quite how much.

"Talk away Nina," I replied with more than a trace of nervousness.

"I think you'd better sit down," she suggested. Oh Christ, it was that bad, was it?

"I've got something to tell you David, that is very good news," she went on, though the fact that she was avoiding my eye suggested otherwise.

Then she hit me with it.

"I'm pregnant David," my wife said. "Isn't that wonderful? We're going to have a baby."

"You're pregnant?" I burst out in utter surprise. "How? How the hell can you be?"

"The normal way honey," Nina informed me hesitantly. "You know, a man and a woman. All that stuff."

"But not me!"

"Probably not, " she admitted in a whisper.

"Then who?"   Silly question!

"Gregory honey. Just like we agreed."

"But that was bloody months ago and he used a ........ " I started to say when it dawned on me. The truth dawned on me. "You mean you've been with him again? You've let him fuck you again?"

Nina said nothing, simply nodding her head to confirm that it was true.

"For God's sake Nina," I exploded. "I thought we'd agreed that you weren't going to do it again. You promised me."

"I didn't actually promise you David, but what does it matter now? I'm pregnant and we're going to have a baby. It's what we both wanted and that's all that matters surely."

"It's not all that matters Nina," I screeched. "You've been fucking him behind my back all this time. That's cheating for God's sake."

"It hasn't been all this time David," she spat back. "Just a few times. Just enough to get pregnant."

"And I suppose you're going to claim that you didn't enjoy it. That you didn't enjoy that big cock of his?"

"Yes I'm ..... That is no I'm .... That is ...... Oh hell David, why can't we forget what I had to do? Whatever it was, I did for us; for our marriage; for our family. Please David, I love you."

"Well you've got a funny way of showing it Nina."

"Please David," she beseeched me. "Please be pleased for us."

"I'm going out," I shouted back at her, storming out. "I may be gone a while."

"Where are you going David," she cried after me.

"To the pub!"

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I didn't get drunk and in fact I've never been a great drinker. By the time the lunchtime session had finished I still couldn't sort my thoughts out properly. Of course I was happy about the baby. Damn it, I couldn't help it, I was overjoyed. 

But what she'd done!

Behind my back!

I could hardly believe it.

I tried to convince myself that what she'd done was for the best perhaps. If I'd known she was out fucking him while it was going on, then it would have sent me crazy. I'd already discovered that after her first effort. 

But she'd done it, she was pregnant, and now it was over. I certainly hadn't missed out on anything bed wise, and in fact the last few months had been fantastic.

Maybe compensating?

Who cares and what difference did it make?

What's done was done, and I'd got over it the first time, so I dare say I would get over it again. Did I want to break my marriage up?  No bloody way!

I wanted to stay married to Nina, and we both wanted a baby.

Golly, not easy, but I resolved to go back home and make my peace with my wife. I knew I could forgive her, so it was a matter of whether I could forget, and that I didn't know.

Remember chaps, I was a young inexperienced guy then, and I was in love.

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"Oh David, it's such wonderful news, isn't it," I was greeted as I arrived at my house. "You must be thrilled."

"Yes Mum I suppose so," I replied without a great deal of enthusiasm, not overly surprised that my wife had called in reinforcements.

"Oh come on David, be happy," Mum encouraged me. "It's maybe a little .... Well, unusual, but you're going to be a daddy."

I nodded my head and forced a smile. After all Mum didn't know the whole story, not having spoken to me about it since that first and only time. I hadn't had the chance to tell her about Nina going behind my back, and I was damn sure that my wife hadn't either.

"That's better David," Mum grinned at me. "That's more like the David I know."

So that was it really wasn't it?

Mum was happy, Nina was happy and pregnant and even my dad would probably smile. Wouldn't say much, but he would probably smile.

So, I resolved to live with it and make the most of it. So she'd done what she'd done, but worse things happen in life and you have to live with them. Besides, Nina went out of her way to be especially nice to me from then on, and as the weeks passed and her tummy grew and grew I found my smiles were more and more genuine. By the time she was seven or so months gone, I was honestly looking forward to the birth as much as she was.





Then a somewhat unexpected problem popped up. Crashed down perhaps would be more appropriate.

"David," Nina approached me cautiously one evening. "There's something you ought to know. Something that I probably should have mentioned before."

"What's that?" I asked, my tummy doing a flip. I'd heard words like that before.

"It's about Greg," Nina said quietly.

"What about him," I demanded, not asking when Gregory had become Greg.

"Well he knows I'm pregnant David."

"Well of course he does Nina," I replied, trying to smile. "He sees you at work still and with that bump stuck out in front of you, then he hardly couldn't know."

"That's not what I mean David."

"Well what do you mean?"

"He knows it's not yours' honey. I'm sorry, but he knows it's his. He knows he's the father."

Oh Shit!

In fact I nearly did, the way my stomach turned over.

"How could he?" I mumbled, my comfortable little world collapsing.

"I told him David. I had to."

"But you promised not to Nina. This spoils everything."

"I had to David," Nina burst out, her eyes misting up. "He wouldn't have sex with me without a condom no matter how hard I tried. After six or seven times I had to admit the truth David. I'm sorry but I had to tell him or else he would have kept fucking me and I'd never get pregnant."

"Kept fucking you? ----- Six or seven times?" I shouted in anger. "For Christ's sake woman, how many times did you have sex with him?"

"A few times," she murmured.

"A few times?" I cried back. "It sounds like a whole lot more than a few times."

"Only once a week or so and a bit more when I was more fertile."

"Once a week or so for what ---- three months? Nina, that's a bloody full time affair!"

"It wasn't like that David. You know it wasn't."

"So you didn't enjoy it then?"

"I didn't say that David. Of course I enjoyed it."

And how often did you orgasm then?"

"Quite a lot," she whispered.

"Every time?"

"More than once usually," she said, wiping the grin off her face when she saw the look I gave her.

"More often than I do then?"

"Not a lot more honey."

"But more damn it Nina. More than with your own husband!"

"Well he's bigger than you David," Nina croaked, almost silently. I could hardly hear what she'd said, and wished I hadn't.

"If he's so damn good in bed then, it's a wonder you haven't been sleeping with him since you got pregnant. How the hell do I know you haven't?"

Nina burst into tears, but said nothing. No denial ----- Nothing!

"I guess you've just answered my question Nina," I said quietly, surprising myself how calm I felt.

"Sorry David," Nina sobbed unhappily. "It just sort of kept happening."

"Where the hell do we go from here then Nina," I demanded softly. "You really think we can get over this?"

"I don't know David. Besides ...... "

"Besides what Nina?"

"Well it's Greg, David," Nina continued in a whisper. "He's never had any children, and ...... Well, he kind of likes the idea."

"Likes the idea of having a child," I cried out loud, losing my calm. "My child!"

"It's not actually yours really though is it David? He is the father."

"Damn it Nina! He can't have my baby. He's married, isn't he?"

"I guess so."

"Then who the hell would bring the baby up Nina. His poor wife?"

"Well, I guess I would honey. It is my baby."

"Don't be so stupid Nina," I shouted at the silly cow. "How could you? Don't be so ...... "

Then I broke off my tirade and fell silent as it at last dawned on me what she was telling me.

"You mean you and him Nina? You and him together"

"Something like that honey, but I haven't actually made my mind up yet."

"You haven't made your mind up? You haven't made your bloody mind up?"

"There's a lot to consider David," Nina carried on unaware or unconcerned at how upset I was getting. "Greg is the real father, and he and his wife don't get on too well and have never had a child. If he leaves her and goes with me, then with his job the baby will have a better future than if I stay with you. It's not that I don't love you David. I really do, but I've got the baby to think of now, and I'm quite fond of Greg."

"And his damn cock," I threw in on the point of bursting.

"No need to be crude honey," she admonished me. "Besides, as I said, I haven't definitely made my mind up."

"But you're thinking of leaving me for him then?"

"I don't want to David," she whined. "But I've got the baby and my future to consider. It's a big decision and I just can't make my mind up honey."

I breathed in deeply three times.

"No need to make your mind up Nina," I started on her. "Because I've made it up for you. You can fuck off out of this house and out of my life right now."

"You can't mean that honey, not after this morning," she responded, referring to a rather rumbustious session we'd had earlier on, being careful to avoid hurting the baby.

"I can and I do," I spat at her, losing it at last. "I've never hit a woman in my life Nina, but I swear, pregnant or not, if you're not out of this house in the next ten minutes, then I damn well will."

"Out of the house? Where will I go?"

"To lover boy and his big cock ----- Anywhere; just get out of my sight."

Fortunately Nina thought twice about arguing further and disappeared into the bedroom. She emerged fifteen minutes with a small suitcase, and walked to the door.

"If you change your mind honey?"

"I won't," I shouted at her. "Fuck off!"

"I'll come back for my other things in a few days David," Nina announced from the front door. "When you've had the chance to cool down."

I didn't so much as grace her with an answer, just looked the other way, strangely cut up about the sound of her crying as she loaded the case into her little car. 

I sat there for a long time. A very long time, and before I knew it, the sun was coming up to herald the next day in.

What a day!

What a life!

Would nothing ever go right for me?

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Well, dear old Mum came round and fussed around me making sure that I eat something and taking over my washing. 

She felt guilty of course, and felt it had all been her fault. But she was my Mum, and Mum's are special, and I guess I've been there before.

Life went on! It does have a tendency to do so. I studiously avoided any contact with Nina, even though it was breaking my heart, not knowing what was happening to the baby. Our baby. My baby.

Bugger it!

Give me a break.

Sorry, but I'm closing out now. Just too difficult. I'll be back when I feel a bit better.

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So there's me, on my own again, still laying bricks and still building buildings. Other women --- no bloody chance. To be honest, I'd had my fill of them.

Perhaps I should become gay? 

No, hang on --- Women are not all that bad now I think about it. But I'd take my time. A long time.

Right!



The next few weeks were damn awful, as I waited despite Nina's rejection, to hear that the baby had been born fit and well. I tried to convince myself that I wasn't interested and that it was now nothing to do with me --- Not my concern. 

Couldn't!

One afternoon I saw Nina with her huge belly walking along the High street with a man I didn't know. Well at least I knew what the bastard looked like now, and the fact that they were out publicly like that meant that Gregory must have done the dirty on his wife. Good! I hope the woman threw the bugger out on his ear. So many lives turned upside down. So sad!

I eventually got the news that Nina had given birth from a totally unexpected person, and in an even more unexpected way.

"Is that David?" The male voice on the other end of the phone greeted me when I picked it up. "David Masters?"

"Speaking," I replied, not recognizing the voice.

"Well you can go and pick up that cheating slut of a wife of yours buddy," he shouted down the phone. "I'm done with her."




Our Two Year Panty Anniversary



Spring was around the corner and my husband and I had our two year anniversary coming up in a little over a week. No, it was not our wedding anniversary, it was the anniversary of the first time I found out about one of Steve's fetishes and things have never been the same since. Our sex life has been on fire and I have loved every minute of it. 

It all started one night in Chicago when I walked out of the bathroom dressed in a black, full length slip holding a little sexy pair of black satin panties on my finger. He couldn't wait to see me put them on and I can still remember his face when I said, "I already have MY panties on, you slip into them. Feel that satin and lace rub against your cock." The look on his face is one I will never forget; it was one of embarrassment and excitement at the same time. He was so horny, I barely had to touch him and he had filled the front of his panties with cum. 

Since then, my husband Steve has become my personal panty boy and our sexual repertoire has grown by leaps and bounds. For starters, I have Steve wear panties every day underneath his work clothes. He has around 50 pairs of panties in every style and color you can imagine. Most weekdays I pick a pair of bikinis panties for him to wear, but on the weekend I tend to spice it up a little with a thong or g-string and on special occasions a ruffled pair of boy shorts. On really special weekends, like this one, I pick out a sexy pair of panties with matching garter belt and stockings. I pick out his panties every day, letting him know that I enjoy this part of our lives too. The only time he picks his own pair is when he puts on his "Mistress Jenny's Pantyboy" panties that I had embroidered for him a couple of months ago. The back says "Take Me" and there is a nice size opening that I made in order to give me easy access to take him with my strap-on from behind, which I have done four or five times now and have cum to enjoy it more each time. Anyway, back to the point I was trying to make, when Steve trumps my pick and puts on the "Take me panties," I do just that.

My plans for this weekend were a big step for me, but I knew I was ready and I knew how much I really wanted to try it, so this was going to be the perfect opportunity. That week I got everything together and arranged a babysitter for the night with Steve thinking it was only for dinner. This was going to make his weekend.

Friday night was here before I knew it and I had just finished getting things ready when Steve walked in from the garage with the babysitter who had pulled up at the same time. We all spent a couple minutes in the kitchen talking and when the kids heard Kate was here she went to go play with them. 

I turned to Steve, "Why don't you go hop in the shower and get ready for dinner. I'll be in to help get you dressed in a couple minutes. Sound good?"

"I can hardly wait," he responded. 

A few minutes later he was in the shower and I pulled the bag out of my closet from Victoria's Secret. I had been shopping at the semi-annual sale about a month ago in anticipation of this night, which I knew was coming sooner or later. I bought myself a sexy white demi-bra that just covered the tops of my nipples, but really lifted my breasts to maximize my cleavage. I also had a white garter that held up a pair of tight knit, fishnet thigh-high stockings, and to finish it off, a tiny, but crotchless pair of tanga style panties. I felt as slutty as I looked, and I loved it. 

I finished getting dressed before Steve was finished with his shower and was just getting ready to put my shoes on when he stepped out of the bathroom. His cock and balls were smoothly shaven and dangling between his legs. 

"What's wrong with my cock, is it not happy to see me."

"Sweetie, it is always happy to see you, in fact it's been a while since you guys spent much time together, maybe later you two can get reacquainted." 

It had been two weeks since we last had sex that was a record since Steve starting wearing panties. This was even more of a reason for why I had planned tonight so carefully. "Come over here and let me get you dressed."

I reached back in the bag with one hand and motioned for Steve to come over towards me on the bed with the other one. He stood right in front of me and his cock was dangling inches from my face, I know he wanted me to take him in his mouth but instead I told him to lift up one leg after the other. As he did I slipped a very smooth garter belt over each leg. It was "flash red" and was part of the "Very Sexy" collection. I lifted my head back up and his cock was hard as a rock and sticking straight at me. I grabbed his rock hard member with my hand and pulled the garter up to his waist without any protest. Next I slid a pair of black thigh high stockings up each of his legs and attached them each to the garters. This time I made certain to buy him thigh highs that didn't have rubber to hold them up at the top, I found out it was pulling the hair on his legs last time at a very inopportune time. (My legs were wrapped over his shoulders and he was having a hard time keeping his rhythm as he worked my pussy while I laid on the edge of our bed.) So, this time, problem was solved. 

Finally, I pulled up a matching red thong that barely came to the top of his cock, but the fabric held it perfectly. I put it on last so that his garter and stockings wouldn't need to come off in order to get his panties off. He had a small drip of pre-cum on the tip that made a small dark red spot near the waistband. I spun him around and slapped his ass.

"Hurry up and get dressed, we can't keep Kate out too late tonight. My only rule tonight is that you can't wear socks. Hopefully no one will see your nylons for what they are. Got it?"

Dinner was a big letdown for us both. We had gone to a sushi restaurant that some friends had recommended but the service was slow and they got our order wrong twice before getting it right. They gave us a bottle of wine to try to make up for it which helped, but I could tell Steve was upset and ready to get home. We hopped in the car and made our way towards home and Steve didn't expect a thing until I pulled into the parking lot of the Hilton. I stepped out of the car and handed to the keys to the valet. Steve watched me, still a little confused, "Get out of the car, it is out anniversary and I want to celebrate before we go home."

He gave me a look and I could tell he was even more confused. I walked around to the passenger door and grabbed his hand pulling him inside the lobby towards the elevators. We were alone in the elevator which was lined with mirrors from the floor to the ceiling. I pushed twenty eight and as soon as the doors closed I lifted my skirt. 

"Get busy Pantyboy!"

He saw my now wet slit peeking out from between the fabric of my crotchless panties and immediately dropped to his knees and started licking me. His tongue ran over my clit and he was trying to get it deep inside my, but the way I was standing made it impossible for him. He then took me by surprise by lifting my leg quickly and resting it on the stainless handrail exposing my most private parts. I could feel the cool air run across my wet pussy as my lips spread open because of my position. I looked up and we were only at the sixth floor. When we reached the seventh floor I felt Steve bury his tongue as deep inside of me as humanly possible. I looked in the mirror on the wall of the elevator as I grabbed the back of his head and neck and pulled him to me smothering his face with my juices. I was so close to cumming by the time we reached the twenty fifth floor, put I had to let go of his neck because our ride was coming to an end. 

I pulled the room key out of my purse and let Steve down the hall. His boner was so obvious walking down the hall I was hoping someone would walk past us, but no such luck. We reached the room that I had checked into several hours ago and I opened the door. The bed was turned down and there was a chilled bottle of champagne with two glasses. 

"Pour us some champagne and meet me on the bed Pantyboy."

He filled each glass to the top and brought the bottle to the bedside table. 

"Sweetie, did I surprise you for our anniversary?" I asked him matter of factly. 

"I've got to say that I am still very surprised at this very moment, maybe a little confused as well," he said with an inquisitive look. 

"This is our two year anniversary, I can't believe that you are drawing a blank," I told him as I lay back on the bed and opened my legs again and pulling my skirt up to my waist. "Alright, well I almost forgot also until I was cleaning out my purse and I came across this." I handed him a slip of paper and he began to read it over. Then I saw the light go on in his head and he figured it out. It was the receipt for the first pair of little black satin panties that I bought him two years ago and he officially became my Pantyboy husband. 

I took another sip out of my glass "So now you get it, I think you are going to have some work to do tonight. SO get busy down here, but first take your shirt and pants off for me." I poured just a small amount of champagne over my pussy. It ran down between my lips and I could feel the bubbles work their way into my slit and then down over my ass sending a little shiver up my spine. He watched me as he striped down to his red thong panties and garter belt which was holding up his pair of black thigh highs. 

He lay down between my legs and this time he began to gently lick the champagne off my pussy and work his tongue magic. 

"You have been wearing panties for two years now. In fact I think you have a nicer selection than I do. You've dressed in garters and thigh highs, you have a camisole, and babydoll you get to wear on nights like tonight after you have been a good boy. I made you a special pair of panties and when you wear them I fuck you from behind. You have it pretty good, I must say."

He continued lapping away and the more I talked, the deeper he pushed his tongue and I was already close to having an orgasm again. He slowed down and then put my legs over his shoulders and pressed his face to my pussy. He moved his tongue to my slit and licked up and down then he stuck it in my hole and began moving it all around.

"Oh baby lick me honey lick me good."

I pulled my legs up and spread them as wide as I could to give him better access. That may have been a mistake, because I almost had an orgasm when his tongue worked its way back inside of me. I pushed him away and got up off the bed and went to the bathroom leaving him there on the bed on his hands and knees. The red thong cupped his balls very nicely as I admired him from behind, wondering if my ass looked that nice when he was behind me on my hands and knees. 

Once in the bathroom I cleaned myself very well with some body soap, compliments of the Hilton. I paid particular attention to my backside, because I was about to get what I had been secretly wanting since the first time his tongue brushed my backside. Once I was sure I was very clean I walked back in the bedroom and he was still on his hands and knees. I had taken off my blouse and skirt and was now only in my garters and thigh highs. I crawled back in front of his face and lay back on the pillows. 

"Lick me Steve, but I want you to show me what I've been missing." 

He moved himself closer and plunged his tongue inside my pussy. I placed both hands on his head and pushed them down as I lifted my hips to meet his mouth. He hesitated but then understood and began working his way closer to my hole. Then I felt him kiss my ass. This sent chills through my body followed by a warm sensation all over me as he started to lick around my ass. My mind was telling me not to let him do this it was dirty, but my pussy was telling me it was pleasurable and exciting. I could feel Steve's tongue start to press against my hole. My instinct to clench down, but he pressed harder against my asshole trying and his tongue felt so good my will power soon faded letting his tongue slide into my cherry asshole. It felt so good sliding in and out that I knew I was a fool for not asking for this before. He was fucking me with it using a nice steady rhythm. I could feel that I was on the brink of an orgasm for the third time but couldn't quite let myself slip over the top. 

"God that's feels so good, fuck me with your tongue baby. God it feels like it is in so deep." 

I pushed my ass back spreading my legs even more. I felt so dirty and slutty letting him do this to me but it also felt so good I couldn't stop him or myself. 

"Okay, okay, you have to stop or I won't last any longer. I'm ready for you to take my virginity."

He looked up from between my legs, "Sweetie, I am sorry, but you are no virgin."

"I want you to take that cock of yours and fill me with it like I fill yours when you are wearing the special panties I made for you. You really seem to like it and I am ready for you to screw my virgin asshole. That's if you can keep it hard enough."

I handed him a small bottle of jelly that I hand in my bag, he stood up on the bed and took off his thong panties. He had a huge spot of precum that covered at least half of the front of his panties. 

"Just take it easy and be gentle with me, my cherry may be pretty tight."

Steve took the lubricant and covered the entire length of his shaft and then griped his cock with one hand as I held my legs up and spread as far as they would go comfortably. I could feel his cock touch the entrance to my asshole. He eased his body forward and I could feel the head of his cock pushing slowly into my ass. I felt the tip of his cock spread me open. I tried my best to relax and open and take him in. His cock kept spreading me wider and wider. Till I didn't think it could get any wider but it did. 

"Oh yes baby, I've got the head of my cock in your ass, are you doing okay?"

I could barely make out what he was saying because I was concentrating on the pressure building inside of me. I let my legs rest on Steve's shoulders. I then started to move my ass just a little bit, taking in a little more of his cock each time I moved. I started to feel more relaxed. 

"Start pushing more inside of me, I'm ready." He pushed in a little and then pulled a little, gradually working himself deeper inside of me. His cock felt so long too he kept pushing more in me than I though was possible. I was starting to get used to it because it started to feel good. Really good. I felt really full and it felt really good. He slowly worked more and more of his cock in to me until I felt his thighs and the cool metal on his garter belt rest against my cheeks.

"That's it Jenny you got my whole cock up your ass."

"I feel so full. You feel huge. It doesn't hurt. In fact it feels good. How does it feel too you."

"Your ass is the tightness thing I ever put my cock in. I could almost cum from just being in you."

"Well don't, I still want to feel your cock fucking me. So start fucking me and let me see how good it feels."

He slowly started to move his cock in and out of me, only a little bit at a time at first. He slowly started to pick up the pace and the length he was fucking me with increased. I could soon feel his cock just inside me and then he would thrust in the full length. I could feel my pussy was leaking warm juices down between my legs towards my ass. I reached down with my right hand to play with my clit. 

Steve saw me doing this and then saw the dildo that was in my bag next to the bed. He leaned over the bed pulling himself out of my ass. I felt so empty and I was still waiting for my first orgasm. He grabbed the dildo and again positioned himself between my legs. He took the bottle of lubricant and coated the dildo and then his cock. I felt the cool jelly on his cock press against my ass again and this time it slid in easily with nothing but pleasure. It was not long before he had his full length comfortably back inside my ass. 

I then felt the dildo press against the swollen lips of my pussy. He wasn't so gentle patient getting the full length of the dildo inside of me. Two or three thrusts of the jelly dildo and was buried in my pussy. I was now close to being over stimulated and was worried that I wouldn't be able to have an orgasm so I had to have it now or never. 

"Fuck me now, make me cum, cum in my ass baby."

No sooner did I finish my sentence and I felt his cum filling up my back hole. It felt so warm and I could feel it leaking out from around his cock. His last thrust, with the dildo fucking my pussy finally put me over the edge and I came over the next fifteen seconds. We collapsed on the bed with his cock still inside my ass. I could feel it soften until he finally pulled it out of me and I felt so empty but totally satisfied. We went to the bathroom and showered together. Steve cleaned me inside and out, his fingers felt good in my ass as he continued to clean me. 

We got out of the shower and dried one another off. I grabbed the black babydoll and matching panties for Steve that I brought from home and he smiled when I handed it to him. He got dressed and laid in bed while I finished in the bathroom. That night we made love again (the old fashion way this time), because I worked myself up thinking about the next fun weekend for the two of us. I had another idea for a special pair of panties that I could make that I was pretty sure would turn him on, but, that's another story.