5 comments/ 65987 views/ 61 favorites Claire's Cousin Ch. 01 By: JennyGently This story combines three of my favourite themes in one tale. I leave it for you to discover what those themes are -- but it shouldn't be difficult to guess! It is most definitely just a story but has a certain resonance with incidents in my own past. I have kept it from the male viewpoint because it works better that way and of course most of my audience is male. It would be fun to investigate it from Claire's point of view though. You do need to suspend your disbelief a little -- but not too much! It's also a bit longer than I would have preferred. Sorry, but once I got 'into' the characters, especially Tim, I just couldn't stop. There's quite a lot of dialogue so it doesn't take as long to read as you might think. Please be patient. I think it's worth the effort. Jenny x * I think I fell in love with Claire the first time I saw her, standing with her team mates in her hockey kit in the queue for dinner in the refectory of our University Hall of Residence. Dark haired, athletically built and sporty, she seemed a long way out of my class. Despite being basically tall and good-looking myself -- in great shape after many years playing rugby -- there was something about her that I found different from other girls and, frankly, intimidating but I couldn't get her out of my mind. For many weeks I tried to find out more about her. To some extent I was lucky -- no current boyfriend, no bad reputation etc -- and I looked out for her around the block in which I knew she lived, making sure to go for my meals at times she would probably be there too. But, apart from quite literally running into her one evening as I sprinted around the corner of the refectory building, I felt unable even to approach her, going all tongue-tied and as awkward as a teenager -- which I hadn't been for nearly a year But then came my big break! I accidentally discovered we had something in common. For the first and perhaps the only time in my life, being a half-lapsed Catholic was a big bonus. On one of the two Sundays each term in which I felt compelled to go to Mass, to my astonishment I found myself sitting next to Claire in a pew towards the back of church. I had already sat down before I realised who my companion was and, when I looked across at her in her Sunday dress it took all my resolve not to panic and run away. But instead I smiled stupidly and said 'Hi.' To my relief, Claire recognised me from the Hall and smiled back, a fact that made me almost glow with pleasure, and after the interminably long service we stayed behind for the obligatory coffee and attempted fundraising. If anything she looked even more beautiful in her church clothes than in her hockey kit and, as we chatted and learned more about each other, I fell even more deeply in love. The following week I went to mass again -- most unusual for me - and made sure I sat next to her. This time after the service I asked if she would like to go to the cinema that evening. To my utter delight, almost without hesitation she said she would. In such simple ways great romances begin. We were both bright students, me studying Biochemistry, Claire studying English and History and we became an inseparable couple for the rest of our University career - no mean feat given student life these days - and were married soon after graduation in a big, traditional family celebration. I know it sounds very unlikely, but up to our marriage day, we had both remained virgins. I can't think of another couple I know who could (or would) admit that but in our case it's true. To be honest, I have to say my own virgin status was not deliberate -- before I fell in love with Claire I had gone to great lengths to try and lose my cherry but without success. Claire on the other hand, was and is utterly gorgeous and could have slept with any number of boys at school or University but being a 'Good Catholic' had determined to remain 'pure' until she had a husband and, despite my best efforts to get into her panties -- a feat only my fingers and on a few memorable occasions my tongue achieved - she managed to keep her vow right up to our wedding night. As a result of course, our first night on honeymoon was more than a little awkward -- terrifying to be honest - but my God, it was worth the wait. After the first few clumsy short-lived penetrations and messy ejaculations we were like kids with a new toy and were seldom seen in the daylight throughout the whole two week holiday. Claire in particular found she had -- indeed still has -- a very strong sex drive. It lessened for a short while after the kids were born -- more about that later - but returned with force and even today we make love in one way or another almost every day. And so we began our life together, divinely blessed with extraordinary good luck. The first good luck was that we were both offered good first jobs straight from University. My technical background got me onto the Graduate Training Scheme of a large Grocery Retail organisation. The intention was to join their product development team as a Technical Manager at the end of the two-year programme. For me, it was the perfect role. Claire was offered a place on a Teacher Training course, something she had wanted to do since early on in her schooldays. We were both delighted of course. The second piece of luck was that both these jobs were based in or around London, which meant we were able to live together without the strain of long commutes and for a while things were going along swimmingly. But life can't be all good luck, can it? The first unexpected problem was that Claire turned out to be extremely fertile and, with our highly active sex life, the inevitable quickly happened. Claire fell pregnant within three months. This was definitely an accident and not at all part of our life plan, but as a result of her devout Catholic upbringing, Claire had extremely strong views on birth control and abortion so our first daughter was born exactly one year after our wedding. This pleased our extended families no end but put paid to Claire's part of our original life plans and she had to postpone her course. Despite this setback -- or perhaps because of it -- her sex drive if anything increased with even more predictable consequences. Our son appeared less than eleven months after his sister and our second daughter a little more than ten months after that. Three kids in three years? It is possible to have too many blessings! This made our first few years together very hard, with Claire pregnant so much of the time, raising the babies on a single salary and me working long hours trying to get ahead, taking every opportunity that came my way to progress and earn more money to support my growing family. Although it was very hard physically and financially and seemed to go on forever, eventually things began to improve. The kids grew older, were potty trained, could start going to nursery and, eventually, I started getting promotions at work. It was around this time that I had my vasectomy. Realising that I only had to smile at Claire to get her pregnant had forced her to re-think the whole Catholic birth-control ethos and she had gone on the pill. The babies stopped and we had at least a chance of sanity in our lives. However it wasn't many months before her conscience got the better of her and we had a 'long talk'. To be honest, at the time it wasn't a tough decision for me -- after all, we already had three kids -- and it made Claire a lot less worried so one fine day I went into the local hospital for the morning and came out sterile and sore but content. Also around that time I was promoted to a Senior R&D job at work that required me to visit most of the factories making products for the company, wherever in the world they were based. A huge increase in salary came with the promotion which was desperately needed, what with three small kids and high London prices, and it was a big step in the right direction for my career. Unfortunately it also required me to travel abroad much more to deal with suppliers and factories in far-flung countries. Indeed a substantial part of the salary increase was designed to help compensate for me being away a lot more than before. Often I'd go abroad for a week or maybe two, then come back for a week then leave again for another week or two while a project lasted. This would go on for a month or so then I would be based back in London until it all started up again somewhere else. It wasn't the best way to run my family life, but as I said, the salary was huge and we agreed it was worth it -- at least for a few years while we paid down the mortgage. We were able to move to a bigger house right away, albeit in a less desirable area. We even had a spare bedroom! We had also started talking about having more kids. As I explained, we both came from large Catholic families and, being a little isolated in London, both missed having so many relatives close by. Now that we could afford it without Claire working, having more was a financial possibility and we began to regret my vasectomy. I had started finding out about having it reversed but hadn't gone ahead with it yet. However, not everything was running smoothly. We hadn't bargained on just how much strain my new working arrangements would put on our relationship. The first and most obvious problem was of course that poor Claire had to bring up three kids on her own for more than half of the time. Their close ages and all the activities kids get up to when they go to school made this very hard work. She quickly became exhausted. The second, surprisingly important strain was the pressure it put on our sex life. As I explained, Claire's sex drive in particular was quite high and to both our surprise she found it difficult not having me in her bed and in her body most nights of the week, the lack of physical contact making her feel a bit alone and neglected. I of course felt the same, but you expect that from a man, don't you? We persevered but, after nearly a year of on-and-off travel, it was clear that our relationship was under quite a bit of strain. Bad tempered arguments over trivial things became commonplace and eventually our parents pressured us into at least talking to the Priest. Father William, blessedly forward-looking in attitude, quickly spotted a potentially serious problem in his flock and referred us to a local marriage counsellor who we reluctantly agreed to see when I returned from my next overseas visit. I had not been looking forward to the meeting but, to our joint surprise, the counsellor identified almost immediately that our 'problems' were more practical than relationship based and, working together, we tried to find solutions. The sex issue was solved surprisingly easily in a way neither of us would have thought of on our own -- Phone Sex! Once the idea had been explained, initially to looks of bafflement, it was agreed that whenever I was away, we would arrange a private time where I was alone in my room and Claire could be child-free and without danger of interruptions at home. I would then call her and we would arouse each other as much as we wanted over the telephone, bringing ourselves individually to a mutual climax. It took some persuasion before Claire accepted that masturbation wasn't a sin and in fact could be a positive thing in a marriage. The counsellor also had to provide her with a selection of pornographic material -- books and videos, Claire was too embarrassed to let me know the details - to help her think of things to say and fantasies to enjoy as we spoke but she was prepared to give the idea a go. After a slightly awkward start, within a week of my next departure we were both enjoying the new experience immensely and at least part of the strain in our marriage had been addressed. As she was still a little shy, typically I would have to take the lead and ask Claire questions to which she would provide exciting answers... 'What are you wearing tonight?' 'My tennis skirt and top. White socks.' 'Panties?' 'No' 'Are your legs spread?" "Just a little!" "Where shall I touch you?' 'Your fingers are sliding slowly up my thighs' 'How far up have they reached?' 'They're tangled in my pubic hair.' 'What are you doing?' 'I'm opened my thighs wider for you.' 'How do you feel?' 'Mmmm Wet. I want you badly.' 'What am I doing now?' 'You're slipping a finger inside me...' You get the picture? It drove me crazy, especially when I could hear Claire touching herself noisily in the background or the low buzz of the vibrator she had secretly bought (and thought I didn't know about). We would often climax together though many miles apart. It wasn't nearly as good as real sex but it was a lot better than doing nothing. The problem of Claire's workload was harder to solve but a temporary solution came unexpectedly about six weeks later. We were both at home one evening when the phone rang. "It's your Aunt Caroline." I said, handing the receiver to Claire, who went into the kitchen to take the call. When she returned, she had a puzzled look on her face. "You remember my Cousin Simon?" She asked. I did indeed, although I hadn't seen him for several years. A tall, sporty kid as I recalled with an obsession with football, but pleasant enough. I said as much and Claire explained that Simon was doing a degree in Sports Science at University and had won a fantastic placement with one of London's top Premier League football clubs -- a real triumph and not to be missed. However he was finding it impossible to get affordable accommodation close to the ground so his mother, Claire's Aunt, had wondered whether Simon could stay with us for the duration of the twelve-week course, going home at weekends. She had offered to pay towards his board. We talked about it for a short time but I could see nothing to worry about. Simon was family after all and families should support each other. It would be company for Claire too while I was away and he would be able to help with the kids' logistics, particularly as I had a heavy travel schedule coming up. Claire was concerned about 'having yet another kid in the house' but I pointed out he was twenty years old. She herself was only twenty-nine. In addition, he had a driving licence... And so it was agreed. Simon would come and stay for a term, starting in only three weeks. I had two short trips abroad during the following weeks during which Claire became much more confident in our phone sex sessions, probably feeling more relaxed at the idea of having some help around the house. This became clear as she began to take increasing control of the scenarios we used, leading us down a few new lines, probably as a result of her reading more of the 'material' the counsellor had loaned her. I wasn't going to complain. "So where did you go today?" "I took the kids to school then went to the supermarket." "What were you wearing?" "My short green denim skirt and a white top." "Bra?" "The red one." "Panties?" "In my handbag!" "Who did you meet?" "Carol and Sue at school. John McDonald at the supermarket." "How did you feel being out without knickers?" "Mmmm. Very sexy! Very exposed!" "What did you do about it?" "I came home and finished myself off in the bedroom!" "With your vibrator?" "Mmmm yes -- Hey! How long have you known about that?" It did sometimes cross my mind that Claire's scenarios were very vividly painted indeed -- sometimes almost too vivid! This made for really excellent phone sex, but I did occasionally just wonder if perhaps -- just perhaps -- they were a bit more real than they were supposed to be. But then she was an English graduate and her imagination was supposed to be good, wasn't it? Anyway, a few weeks later Simon arrived by train from 'the North' one Sunday evening as planned. The doorbell rang at about eight o'clock and I opened it, stepping back in surprise. Not having seen Simon for at least five years, I hadn't really appreciated the difference that period makes to a teenage boy. Instead of the spotty, slightly sullen, football obsessed teenager I remembered, there stood a tall, powerfully built, athletic young man in knee length shorts and a tight shirt that seemed -- probably was -- designed to show off his admittedly rather impressive physique. "Hi!"He said. "I'm Simon. "You must be Uncle Tim." I recovered from my surprise. "Just Tim please. Come in and meet everyone..." Claire seemed equally surprised by Simon's appearance but we all quickly adjusted. The kids were brought down in their pyjamas to meet their -- well we agreed to call him Cousin Simon, I lose track of 'once removed, half cousin' etc -- and we drank tea together and chatted before going early to bed in readiness for a busy week. Once our lovemaking was over for the night, Claire and I lay side by side in bed. "He seems a nice kid." I offered. "He's still a bit shy but yes, he's a lovely lad." She agreed. "He's a bit too aware of his good looks though." I laughed. "I spotted that too." I pinched her on the arm. "Just make sure you don't notice them too much." And so a new, more relaxed lifestyle began. Simon proved to be a perfect gentleman and a great help for Claire, getting the kids ready for school and nursery in the mornings before going to work himself, and then helping get them to bed in the evenings, as well as reading to and listening to them after work. He managed to get Claire to start exercising again, with short, then longer runs around the London Park near to our home, and more regular visits to the local gym where our membership had all but lapsed. Over the weeks, Claire's pre-childbirth sporty body began to return, much to my delight. Simon even got me exercising again, my once-tight rugby-playing physique starting to re-emerge. Claire was brighter and happier just having 'another grown up to talk to' and we became a very happy household. My travel schedule was, as predicted, really hectic throughout this period and in the first four weeks I was only home for a handful of nights so our phone sex sessions became more and more important. For the first three weeks Claire seemed to be really getting into it and the scenarios became more and more realistic and risqué, including being naked in public and being watched making love, depending on which chapter of the Counsellor's book she had just finished reading, I suppose. At the beginning of the fourth week we were well into a scenario in which we were having sex on a beach where we could be overseen by a tall, good looking man when out of the blue Claire took the narrative down a new track. The man came over and began to join in, touching her and kissing her in many places in front of me. I could clearly hear her vibrator in the background. This entirely new and unexpected direction was so arousing that I came far too early so I'm not sure how far she would have let the stranger go with her but it was an incredible turn on and I told her so as she finished herself off with her toy while I listened, still highly aroused. The next few days were rather strange though. Although we still had phone sex, the 'third person' scenario was not repeated -- in fact Claire's heart seemed to have gone out of the whole process a little. Naturally I was upset and disappointed about this, as well as puzzled. When I returned home at the weekend we had a follow-up meeting with our Counsellor who could immediately tell something had changed. After briefly talking to us together he then chatted to each of us separately before bringing us back into the room. "It's clear that during your phone session last week, something happened that upset one or perhaps both of you. It's also clear that you both really enjoyed the session and perhaps have frightened yourselves at how strongly one particular scenario made you feel. I believe that at least one of you (Claire blushed at this) feels guilty about enjoying it so much and feels a little threatened by it." Claire's Cousin Ch. 02 This is a sequel to one of my earlier works, 'Claire's Cousin'. Although it could stand as a story in its own right, readers will get much more out of it if they've read Chapter One first. Chapter 02: Simon's Seconds "Oh God! Oh God, Tim!" My wife's aroused voice sounded hoarse and crude over the slightly crackly telephone line, filling my smart but characterless Shanghai hotel bedroom over the bedside speaker. In the half light of the evening I imagined Claire on her hands and knees in our house, on our bed, her bottom raised towards him, her face close to the pillow, her five month pregnant belly bulging down beneath her slim, athletic torso as he knelt behind her, thrusting. "How does that feel, Claire?" I croaked, my hand active in my lap. "Amazing... so deep..." "Deep in your belly?" "My fat, pregnant belly!" "What's he doing to you, Claire?" "Fucking me... fucking me hard..." "How is he fucking you?" "On my hands and knees like a dog." It was our favourite phone-sex fantasy -- the one firmly based on fact. The one where my wife Claire had a week-long affair with her young cousin Simon; the one where at my insistence she seduced him while I was away on business in South America; the one where she told me all the details over the phone without me really knowing if it was all real or not; the one in which we found out she was pregnant by him and decided to keep the baby as ours. The one about things that had really happened only five months ago. In the darkness of my hotel room, my mind filled with images of Simon's upper thighs smacking sharply against her smooth, firm buttocks as he penetrated her deeply from behind. His strong hands gripped her slim waist squeezed tightly, pulling her firmly back onto his cock as he thrust as hard as he could on our bed. I could hear the frantic buzz of her vibrator in the background over the speakerphone, its tone high and bright and realised it must be pressed against her clitoris this time instead of deep inside her vagina. "Oh God! Oh Simon! Fuck me! Oh God! Fuck me!" She was hot tonight! Really on form! As if we actually were in the same room and not separated by thousands of miles of ocean. Feeling that my climax was very close, my hand slowed while in my head, Simon's thrusting quickened and became more erratic. "Who, Claire? Who's fucking you?" I croaked as the hot burning feeling began to spread from deep between my thighs, down my legs and into my lower back. "Si... Oh God, that's good!" She gasped, clearly close to orgasm herself in our bedroom continents away from me. "Simon... Simon's fucking me..." My ejaculation merely seconds away, I had time for one last question before I came. "Whose... whose baby... is in... your... belly...?" "Simon's... Oh that's good... Simon's... Simon's baby... Simon fucked me... Knocked me up..." And with that I could contain myself no longer. My body went into spasm and I began to ejaculate over my belly while in my mind I watched her young lover spurt his seed deep into my wife's body. "Oh Claire..." I gasped as my spurting subsided, picturing Simon grinding his hips slowly against her soft smooth buttocks, his fingers digging deeply into her soft flesh, his cock pulsing within her as the last few sports of semen passed from his body into hers. "Wow!" I hissed between breaths. "That was amazing! I'll have to rush back tomorrow before you cool down!" There was humour in her voice and I heard her panting over the telephone line as if she too had enjoyed a massive climax. "I'll be hot and waiting for you when you get here. All five of us will!" She said provocatively, referring both to our three kids and the unborn stepchild now growing in her belly. Although the current economic situation had constrained budgets severely, I was still travelling extensively for my job as Technical Manager for a large retail chain -- more so now so much work was being 'outsourced' to distant places. I was just reaching the end of a ten day trip to China and had been fortunate enough to catch a better connection to Shanghai than I had expected, bringing me home hours earlier but first giving me a few moments in my hotel to have phone sex with my beautiful, increasingly pregnant wife. It was time we had just made very satisfactory use of -- at least from my point of view. Claire hadn't had an orgasm, I could tell despite her considerable acting ability. In fact I knew she was finding it harder and harder to climax as her pregnancy progressed, even though her sex drive had if anything increased. But right then it wasn't the first thing on my mind. Readers of the first Chapter will know that my lovely wife Claire and I had been virgins when we first married and had been entirely faithful to each other from the beginning of our relationship right up to my business trip to South America five months ago during which -- at my urging -- she had seduced her cousin Simon, a fit, athletic young man who was staying with us to help with the kids while he attended a work experience placement with a major London football team. Claire's current pregnancy was an unplanned result of that liaison. Because of her immensely strong and sincerely held views about contraception and abortion, we had no alternative but to see the pregnancy through but, even though I had had a vasectomy some years before, I was more than content to be the official father of a fourth child. Indeed after explaining to astonished relations how my operation must have failed, both our Catholic families -- especially mine who disapproved of my vasectomy in the first place - were very happy at the prospect of yet another baby in the house. "Sorry! I was being selfish..." I apologised into the handset while reaching across to the bedside table for a tissue. "I get a bit carried away sometimes..." "You're telling me!" She laughed. "You've been away too long!" "Well when I get back I'm not going away for a few weeks so we'll have plenty of chances to make up for lost time." I began to clean up the sticky mess on my tummy. "You didn't cum, did you?" I asked hesitantly. "It doesn't matter..." She replied quietly. "I enjoyed it, it's just my tummy..." "Swollen?" I asked, remembering her three previous pregnancies. "Mmmm. Yes. My bump is much bigger this time." She mused unhappily. I pictured her fingers running over the soft swelling in her belly. "It's hard to believe I'm only five months gone. Just look at me!" I laughed, wishing I could have looked at her and kissed her. It was certainly true; her baby bumps with our three kids had been so small that she had been close to full term before they really showed. This time however she had been forced into maternity clothes many months earlier and didn't like the idea. "You look... radiant. I love you!" I said, meaning it. My lovely wife looked, if it were possible, even lovelier when she was pregnant. "And we shouldn't be surprised if things are a bit different this time, should we?" "Meaning?"She asked. "Meaning only half the DNA is the same this time, remember?" I expected a rebuke but instead her voice became distant, as if having just made up her mind on something important. "Tim..." She said, suddenly serious. "There's something I want -- need to talk to you about..." I tried not to frown at the sudden seriousness in her voice. "Something that couldn't wait till I get home? That's ominous!" I said in mock-concern. She ignored my half joke. "You know we agreed that we would treat this baby exactly like our others -- as if you were the father and Simon will never know it was really him..." She began. "You were absolutely insistent as I recall..." I agreed. "Yes I was -- and I still am..." She paused. "I've not changed my mind about that at all. But there's some part of me that can't just ignore the fact that this baby isn't quite the same as the others... that it's not actually your DNA growing inside me..." She was beginning to get agitated so I tried to calm her. "I'm sure you're right..." I said softly. "You're bound to feel different this time. But we'll do what we said. No-one will ever know and he or she will be another member of the family..." "It's not that... well, not just that... It's not the baby, it's me!... I mean right now something inside me wants... No, really needs... to be with the man who made me pregnant... I can't explain it; it's like some kind of primitive urge..." There was a pause before she went on. "How would you feel about me seeing Simon again? Now, before the baby's born." She sounded distressed and my heart ached for her. And I felt something else too... I thought for a moment before replying carefully. "It's probably only natural Claire..." I said softly. "I'm no expert in how a woman's body and mind work but it doesn't surprise me at all." I could sense a little tension leaving her. "How long have you felt like this?" I asked, mentally putting my arm around her shoulders and hugging her, feeling her bulge press against my tummy. "It's sort of always been there, but now I can see my bump and feel the baby every day it's got stronger and stronger." She said. "I feel I've just got to... be with him again..." "When you say 'Be with him...' you mean...?" I asked, half knowing the answer already. "I'm not sure. I know I need to spend time with him, be close to him for a while..." "Sleep with him again?" I asked as neutrally as I could. "Fuck him again?" She didn't rise to the bait. "I don't know. Really I don't." She replied and I believed her. "But I can't have his baby and not see him at all, can I?" To be honest, I had expected something like this to happen -- perhaps had even wanted it to -- but as month after month passed without my wife demanding to be with her impregnator again, I had unconsciously assumed that the urge had either passed or would not arise. Her outburst had caught me by surprise and for a few seconds I lay silently, thinking. "It's not that I don't love you... I do! I really do!" She protested, misreading my reticence. "It's a basic, almost primeval thing I suppose." I pictured her hands stroking the smooth roundness of her belly. "I've just got to see the man whose baby I'm carrying." She reiterated. My mind started to buzz. In the nearly six months since the fateful business trip in which while I was abroad, Claire had deliberately if easily seduced her cousin Simon, we had both fantasised about it almost every day -- certainly several times a week and for a long time our sex life had been simply amazing. Recently however the memories had started to fade a little and I had to admit a certain lack of adventure had crept back into our lovemaking. Simon, her young lover was not aware that she was carrying his child rather than mine but following my vasectomy years ago he was the only possible father. Indeed, apart from me, Simon was the only man Claire had ever slept with. The idea of a repeat performance between the two of them actually thrilled me more than I felt comfortable with but I tried to conceal my excitement -- at least for the moment. "You've kept in touch with him, haven't you?" I asked, knowing the answer would be positive. "Mostly on facebook and the odd message..." She replied. "I've tried to play the whole thing down. At first he called or texted every day but it's fallen away a lot now. He might even have a girlfriend -- I've seen a lot of pictures of him with a tall blonde girl." I smiled inwardly. From her tone of voice it was clear that she was more than a little jealous of this mysterious blonde. I wanted to say that maybe now she had an idea how I felt thinking of her in bed with Simon but I wasn't stupid enough to let the words out for real. An idea came to me. "Why don't you invite him down for a weekend? Hasn't he got a 'reading week' coming up next month? Most students have. And I'm going back to Brazil for a few days. You could say you need help with the kids now you're getting bigger and could he come down on Friday night like before. I'm sure he'd come." Claire's voice brightened. "You could be right. He probably wouldn't come at all if he thought you would be home! He still thinks he seduced me, not the other way round." "So see him when I'm away, like last time." I said, feeling myself getting aroused again, so soon after my last climax. "If you really feel you need to see him then you must see him. If just spending time with him is enough then I won't have a problem. If you need to go all the way and sleep with him again then I'll have to deal with it like last time." "What if he's got a girlfriend?" "You've got a husband! You're not asking him to marry you Claire. If he feels strongly then he won't come but I suspect he's desperate to see you again and, if you offer him the chance, he'll take you to bed, girlfriend or no girlfriend." "How can you be sure?" "I can't be 100% sure but, basically, he's a man and I understand men. I'm one myself -- admittedly I'm a Cuckold now, but still a man 'within the meaning of the act'. "And you're sure it's ok?" "Certain!" "Then I'll email him now!" She said determinedly. "Before I lose my nerve!" "You do that. And I'll see you for real tomorrow night - quite late." "You're sure you don't need me to meet you at the airport?" "I'm sure, but thanks. The taxi's already booked." "Well have a safe trip." "I will. See you tomorrow. I love you, Claire." "I love you too..." She hung up, leaving me in my hotel room with another erection and a head full of incredible images of my pregnant wife about to sleep with her cousin for a second time. *** At half past midnight the following evening when my taxi pulled up outside the house, the lights were still on. When I was travelling, we had an understanding that Claire would carry on her normal routine without waiting up for me. Delays are commonplace and after two nights sitting worrying until the small hours it made sense for Claire just to let me get on with it, leaving a single 'welcome' light on in the hall for when I eventually returned. I was surprised therefore to see the lights on in the lounge as I drew up outside the house and even more surprised when the front door opened at my approach and my lovely wife stood in the hallway in her dressing gown, waiting to greet me. After the usual welcome kiss and cuddle (along with a comprehensive fondle of her pregnant body), Claire led me into the kitchen and made me tea while asking about my trip. From the superficiality of her questions and her lack of attention to my answers I could tell that she was going through the motions, waiting for her opportunity to tell me something. Eventually judging she had played the 'interested wife' for long enough, she turned with her back to the fridge and, somewhat nervously announced. "He's coming next month!" "Who's coming?" I asked. My brain fuddled from jetlag. "Simon. I asked him and he's coming to stay the weekend." "Wow! Claire! You don't waste any time do you?" She blushed. "Well I thought..." "You thought I might change my mind so you set it up straight away!" I said accusingly. She nodded sheepishly as I went on "You're not sure exactly what you want from him but you need to spend time with him." She nodded again. "He's coming on Friday evening and leaving on Sunday afternoon. It's not long but we'll all have a day and a half together." She said brightly. 'And there are two whole nights to consider too!' I thought to myself. "Does he know I'll be away?" I asked. "Yes. I don't think he would have dared come otherwise." She said as she led me upstairs to our bedroom, leaving my packed bags in the hallway. We undressed each other and made love gently and carefully on the clean sheets. Her body was smooth, silky and warm and I adored the sensation of having her baby bump pressed against my tummy as we hugged together. As I penetrated her slowly and carefully, I could feel the head of my cock press firmly against her distended cervix. It felt incredible; the knowledge that the child within her womb was not mine added so much to my arousal but to my delight took nothing away from the love I felt for this extraordinary woman. *** And so Simon's visit was set for three weeks' time. For me the time passed very quickly, thanks mostly to a series of food scares that required my full attention and a lot of travel, fortunately within the UK. My flight to Brazil was booked for the Friday lunchtime and Simon was due to arrive early Friday evening. In an aroused moment I calculated that, if things went well, they could have slept together before I had arrived in my hotel and the next day's phone sex would be incredible. Even if it they hadn't had sex, Claire could be relied upon to produce a fantastic fantasy. I didn't notice until the weekend was almost upon us that Claire had been preparing herself carefully for his arrival, with thrice weekly trips to the gym for expensive personal training. She had taken care to keep herself in shape since Simon -- a sports student himself -- had first visited us. I suspect that the time they spent training together brought them so close physically that the move into bed had been almost inevitable. I was pleased and amazed that, despite her pregnancy, Claire had become more shapely rather than less, without an extra ounce of fat, and her baby bump was smooth and firm. She looked simply amazing, pregnancy or not and I felt very proud to be with her. It wasn't until the Thursday night when we made love with our usual 'Simon' fantasy that I realised that in less than twenty-four hours I would be thousands of miles away and, whatever she told herself about being unsure, my wife's wonderful vagina would almost certainly be full of another man's semen. The pain, pleasure and jealous feelings along with the prospect of a week's amazing phone sex kept me awake into the small hours. *** My taxi was booked for Friday morning to take me to the airport. I had said goodbye to Claire and the kids at breakfast before she took them to school so I was alone in the house with my bags when it arrived. The journey to the airport was slow and frustrating. A fatal accident on the main roundabout was causing traffic mayhem with cars, taxis and buses backed up all along the motorway and down the feed road to the airport itself. I was seriously late by the time I reached the terminal and later still by the time I finally reached the check-in gate, my heart thumping from the long run with my heavy suitcase. As I approached the desk the pretty girl behind looked at me sympathetically. My flight was cancelled! So many passengers hadn't made it to the airport and the air crew were stuck in central London. Cancelled! After taking several very deep breaths, making at least a dozen long distance phone calls and rearranging meetings and factory visits, I found myself highly stressed but with a rearranged trip and an upgraded First Class seat on the Sunday afternoon flight. It took nearly two hours to do the forty-minute journey home by taxi, the entire time spent on the phone. *** "Oh my God! What's wrong?" Claire exclaimed when she returned home from school with the kids and found me still there. "You're supposed to be in Brazil! Are you ok?" I explained what had happened with only a minimum of four-letter words. Claire had of course heard about the accident and was relieved I hadn't been involved, but it didn't take her too long to remember the imminent arrival of her ex-lover and the problems my unexpected presence might create. "He'll be on his way already..." She was saying in a whisper. "Probably on the underground so I can't call his mobile." Claire's Cousin Ch. 02 "Relax..." I insisted, trying to calm her down. "Let him come. Just make sure you answer the door and explain what's happened. He doesn't know I know about you two, does he?" She shook her head. "No he doesn't." "Then he won't be as nervous as he might. Did you promise him sex?" There was no way of putting it more softly. Claire scowled at me. "Of course not, but..." "Then it's only a problem if you decide you want to sleep with him after all. You said you weren't sure whether you'd want to or not." "That's right, but..." She was still agitated but calming down a little now. "Then if it happens, I'll just have to handle it. You concentrate on handling him, ok?" There was no alternative so, an hour later, when Simon walked up the front path with a large sports bag in his hand and a slightly anxious look on his face he was greeted by my beautiful wife looking simply stunning in tight black leggings and a figure-hugging white top. If anything, Simon had had grown even more handsome than when we last saw him and had certainly worked hard on his body, the muscles of which bulged through his expensive polo shirt -- a present from Claire he had clearly worn to please her. She met him on the front path as I decoyed the kids with a game upstairs and I could hear an exchange of hurried, anxious voices for some time before the front door opened and he tentatively entered the house. "Simonnnn" He was immediately swamped by the three kids who swarmed down the stairs and hugged him before trying to get him involved in their board game, if only as referee. It took all of Claire's firmness to let them take him upstairs but eventually they went, leaving her and Simon in the kitchen to make a hot drink. I came down a few minutes later, having allowed them a short time inside, alone. To delay any longer would have been suspicious so I made plenty of noise as I walked down the stairs and along the short corridor before entering the kitchen. The looks of guilt on their faces as I entered were unmistakeable, as if they had sprung apart from a deep embrace. Claire's lipstick was slightly smudged and Simon's hair was tousled but of course I was careful not to show I had noticed. "Great to see you again!" I said warmly as Simon and I shook hands. His arms were strong but I could feel him trembling just a little. We drank coffee and chatted about his smooth journey, my horrible journey to the airport and about his course which did not have long to run. "So you'll be quite close by..." I observed when he told me about the relatively menial job he had been offered with a Premier League football club not far from our house. "We'll get to see a lot more of you. Great!" I continued, trying hard not to look at my wife. Eventually I excused myself and went to see how the kids were getting on. The sounds from above had not been encouraging and left at least half an hour before coming back downstairs, noisily as before. This time Claire and Simon were in the lounge, sitting together on the sofa, just far enough apart for there to be no clear ground to suspect impropriety, close enough for impropriety to be easily achieved if required. Claire's face was a little flushed and the lower half of her top rumpled as if it had recently been lifted. "How about a beer?" I asked cheerfully. Simon answered positively and a few moments later I returned to the lounge with a two cold beers and a glass of chilled white wine for Claire. "Cheers!" I sat across from the studiously-separated pair and we chatted a while longer, the alcohol and relaxed atmosphere resulting in their moving unconsciously closer until the side of Claire's right leg was touching the side of Simon's left. Observing it all, I pretended not to notice and simply kept the glasses filled until it was time for supper. I left them together again and called the kids down to help in the kitchen. They insisted Simon set the table with them as I cooked, and made a real fuss of him which he seemed genuinely to enjoy and which made Claire indulgently happy if the look on her face was anything to go by. We sat and ate noisily, the kids having placed their mother and her cousin side by side around the rather cramped kitchen table so that their legs were necessarily pressed together. I thought I saw Simon squeezing my wife's thigh under the table at one point and she definitely held his fingers in hers but again, I made my lack of observational skills clear. After supper we all watched TV for an hour or so before I announced it was time the kids went to bed, insisting that they said their goodnights there and then rather than come downstairs in their pyjamas. When they had reluctantly gone upstairs I suggested blandly that Claire and Simon took a walk in the evening air, perhaps along the riverside or down to the pub. I heard the front door close as I returned to the chaos three small children can create when getting ready for bed. *** It was after eleven when the front door opened again and two figures tiptoed silently along the hallway. I put down my newspaper, turned down the TV and rose to meet them as they went into the kitchen and the kettle spring into life. "Have a nice time?" I asked, looking carefully at the two love-birds. "Where did you get to?" "Down to the river until it got cold..." Claire said. "Then we went to the pub for a drink, then we just walked through The Gardens." "It's lovely there..." Simon added, not realising that the Gardens were known locally as an infamous place for couples to meet and, well, do what couples do after dark! Claire of course knew this full well and knew that I knew it too. She smiled and I understood she was sending me a message. I looked closely at my wife. Her lips were slightly puffy and her voice slurred as if she had spent too long kissing. I remembered the post-disco numb-lipped feeling from my youth, and the fumbled groping that usually accompanied it. I looked at her clothing. Her leggings were too tight for any wrinkles to show but her top was definitely far more rumpled than it had been earlier. I noticed a small flash of white lining sticking through the zip fly on Simon's trousers. That hadn't been there earlier, either. A strange feeling of jealousy, mixed with a large dose of arousal washed over me. "I'd better hit the sack..." I told them. "The kids will be up early as usual and it's my turn to get up tomorrow." I turned to Simon. "I'm pleased you had a good time tonight. There's a lot more fun to be had too!" My words deliberately enigmatic. "Goodnight!" I said then turned to Claire. "See you...?" "I'll be up in a minute." She smiled as I climbed the stairs. *** It was a full half hour later when Claire slipped into our room without turning on the main light. My eyes had grown accustomed to the near darkness so I could easily see the flushed, guilty look on her face and her badly creased clothes. Her bra was in her hand, held behind her back in the forlorn hope I wouldn't notice it. She dived quickly into the en-suite bathroom. The door closed, the light clicked on and there were sounds of movement. A short while later she emerged and her body language told me all I needed to know. Eyes lowered but strangely challenging, she half mumbled; "Tim, I..." "Have you fucked him?" I asked in a cool voice. "No... Well, not actually fucked..." She replied "But you want to?" "Yes. Yes, Tim, I do want to!" "You want to go to him now, don't you?" I interrupted her but my voice was quiet. Claire nodded sheepishly and I turned on the bedside lamp. "I'm sorry!" She said, blinking and still not looking me in the face. "I just have to. You see I..." "It's OK, really it is." I interrupted her a second time. "I understand. It's ok." She raised her head and smiled. I could see small tears forming in the corner of her eyes and my heart ached, a feeling duplicated in my loins and I was suddenly aware of a painfully-constrained erection tangled in my shorts. "How do you think he'll react, knowing I'm in the house?" I asked. "I suppose I'll have to tell him that you know all about us and that you're alright about it." She replied thoughtfully. "I won't tell him you encouraged me to seduce him -- unless you want me to. At the moment he's racked with guilt about seducing me!" She laughed. "He'll have a strange opinion about me though, won't he?" I pondered aloud. "You and I can't undo what happened... and neither of us would want to even if we could..." She looked at me for agreement, unconsciously stroking her baby bump. I smiled and nodded. "So surely it's better for all of us if he knows you're happy for him and me to sleep together from time to time..." "Claire, if it's what you want then I'm happy." I assured her. "Just as long as the kids and the rest of our families don't find out!" "He's discreet. I'm sure he is!" She said. There was a pause then she looked at me and asked directly: "What will you do?" She asked. "While we're... um... together? I mean... Goodness! You might even be able to hear us...!" The thought had also occurred to me and had suddenly become very attractive indeed. "I'll be fine. I'll be here waiting for you when you come back." Another thought crossed my mind. "That's if you want to come back tonight." "You mean...?" "I mean if it's that important to you then you should take whatever time you need. The whole night if you want -- just make sure the kids don't see anything unusual in the morning, ok?" "I DO love you, Tim..." She said and kissed me on the lips. "You're a very special person." "I love you too..." I assured her. She stood and moved towards the bedroom door. "Wait a second!" I said. "We can't have you looking anything but your best..." I dabbed her eyes with a tissue to remove the few remaining tears, then watched as she put on a tiny trace of eye liner. It made her look much sexier and I told her so. "Don't leave him any room for doubt." I advised. "Let's lose the bra too and leave your gown unfastened so he can see your bump clearly." She obediently complied, stroking my hand as I fastened her small gold crucifix a chain around her slender neck. "It makes you look more innocent!" I explained. "Stand up a sec..." She stood and I looked at her carefully and lovingly. Tall and athletic, her soft, pale skin shone with the healthy glow pregnancy had brought about. Her hair was glossy too. The thin cotton of her summer robe fell open to reveal the smooth bump of her swelling belly with the tiny white lacy panties beneath. Her nipples, pleasantly erect, were clearly visible through the gown's thin cloth. "You're perfect!" I whispered. "He'll love you and won't be able to resist you!" She smiled bashfully. "And you're really, really sure you're OK with this?" She asked in a soft whisper, her hand on the bedroom door, looking me straight in the eyes. "Darling, you're carrying his baby. If I can live with that, I think I can cope with the way it was made, don't you?" I tried to hide the excitement in my voice as I whispered my reply. "It's not as if he can make you any more pregnant than you are now!" "I do love you..." She said one last time before adjusting her robe around her bump, turning and quietly leaving the room. I watched the bedroom door close behind her and for a few seconds heard her bare feet padding along the landing's wooden floor towards the spare room. I turned off the light. Alone in our room, I lay silently in the darkness and waited, watching the seconds slowly pass on the soft glow of the bedside clock, my confused mind full to the brim with a heady mixture of excitement, arousal, guilt and a jealousy so rampant it made my belly ache and churn. 00:25 I pictured her pausing outside the guest room door, anxious, summoning up courage. I imagined her slender fingers on the handle, turning it quietly, pushing the door open and then her slim body slipping inside her cousin's room. Perhaps I really did hear the door of the guest room softly close because I then pictured my wife pausing just inside the door, the thin curtains letting in just enough street light to let her see Simon in bed and, more importantly to let him see her, how she was dressed and the clear implication that came with it. 00:26 I definitely heard a soft murmur of voices through the wall, too faint to make out the words but loud enough to know there wasn't an argument taking place. I pictured his surprise; Claire crossing to him and sitting on the bedside; her bathrobe 'accidentally' falling open, exposing her naked baby bump; Simon showing surprise, then delight. I pictured his fingertips stroking her stretched skin, feeling the baby within her belly, innocent of the knowledge that it was his child growing within. The murmur continued in two distinct muffled voices. I imagined Claire telling him how much she wanted him; his objections because I was only next door; her indulgent smile as she explained it was what I wanted too; his disbelief; her insistence, possibly stroking his boxer-clad erection as she spoke; his astonishment as he realised it was the truth; his amazed delight when he understood he really could have her once again... 00:32 The sounds ceased so I had to use my imagination much more. I imagined Simon sitting up in bed, his lips brushing softly against hers as his hand slipped over the smooth bump, parting her gown lower down allowing his fingers to explore the underside of her belly before slipping downwards into her bright white panties to tangle in the soft downy hair of her vulva. 00:33 I imagined her bathrobe falling away from her shoulders as she rose, shook it from her and stood before him in her white panties. I pictured his hands running all over her soft skin, stroking her erect nipples and her slim athletic thighs before gently lowering her panties and exposing her eager vulva to his gaze. I pictured him taking her hands in his and drawing her down onto the bed, slipping naked under the duvet alongside his fit, young body, a massive erection already making its presence felt. I pictured his hands on her bare flesh, his lips on hers; his tongue in her mouth, Claire sucking on it; her nipples firm and erect; his hands on her breasts... 00:38 They were obviously moving faster in real life than my imagination could keep up with because suddenly three quite loud knocks came through the wall followed by a silence and the muffled sound of giggling. There was a pause then I heard the unmistakeable soft, low 'thump, thump' sound of deep, slow, measured thrusting coming through the wall. Oh my God! It had really happened... and was happening right now, merely feet away from me through the wall. My lovely, sweet, pregnant wife was being fucked! Now, in our house, in our guest room, by her own cousin! As I lay there in the darkness, another man's cock was even now deep inside my own wife's vagina, thrusting; hot and wet! And she was spreading herself wide open to receive him, eager, wanting him, needing him. And I was right there listening to it! It had happened so fast, too. For them to have moved so quickly from Claire's anxious entry into Simon's room to full sex must mean that they could barely keep their hands off each other. All the tension saw building up earlier must have spilled over into action -- and I had helped build that tension too! My God! What had I done in encouraging this? I rolled onto my back and listened hard in the darkness, my mind full of vivid images -- some arousing, some so, so painful -- and my belly full of butterflies. This was way beyond anything phone sex could ever achieve! If I had been aroused by merely listening to Claire recount stories of how he had fucked her in my absence, actually hearing it take place so close by took me to a new level of pleasure, pain, humiliation and elation all at the same time. 00:42 The thump-thump became suddenly faster and a small squeal came through the wall, immediately stifled. In my mind I saw Simon's young fit body above hers; his strong arms either side of her shoulders, his small, tight buttocks rising and falling between her widely spread thighs as he fucked her. Fucked her! I played with the word in my head. Fuck! Fucked! Fucking! My lovely wife was being FUCKED! My own erection made its presence felt with a vengeance, demanding my immediate attention. As I stroked myself in time with the increasingly rapid 'thump thump' on the wall, I imagined his thrusting becoming sharper and more violent; I saw my wife squealing in pleasure as he drove what I knew must be a huge cock over and over again into her sweet, sweet body, Claire biting hard on her hand to stifle her cries of pleasure so as not to disturb the sleeping kids. 00:48 The thumping grew faster still, and harder too as the bed head repeatedly hit the wall above me. My hand moved faster and faster in my groin, my head full of images of Claire, her hands reaching out for his waist, then his hips, pulling him into her body, her head raised from the pillow in building ecstasy as he fucked her harder and harder. 00:51 The thumping became very quick and suddenly erratic and I pictured Simon's athletic body beginning to go into orgasm, his back arching, his buttocks clenching, his face contorted in a hard climactic grimace above my sweet wife's beautiful face as his mighty cock slammed hard, again and again into her open, well-lubricated vagina. I saw her lovely face below his, her eyes wide and staring, fixed on his as her own orgasm began to overtake her; the sudden and total loss of bodily control her orgasms usually produced; the almost grotesque spreading of her thighs even wider to draw every last millimetre of his virile cock as deep as possible in her slender body. And then I saw vividly the familiar wave of soft femininity ripple through her lovely face as she prepared herself to receive a man's hot seed in her womb -- the face I knew so well and had seen so often but which now was gazing adoringly at another man's features awaiting another man's seed. 00:53 There were two, no three hard bangs on the wall, two softer thumps and then silence. I lay in the darkness, my own cock painful under my violent ministrations as I pictured Simon's final barely controlled thrusts, the head of his cock slamming into my wife's distended cervix followed by a massive ejaculation of semen into her eager young body, cascading against the entrance to her womb -- a womb in which his baby was even now still growing. My hand on my cock was now a blur. I cried out into the darkness as a ball of heat spread rapidly out from deep between my thighs, radiating outwards to my knees, back and belly as hot, sticky fluid spurted in all directions from the swollen tip of my erection and across my lower belly while my orgasm sent the rest of me into spasms of incredibly intense but short-lived pleasure. I lay quietly for a moment, breathing heavily, feeling the stickiness on my fingers and my cock softening in my hand. The banging sounds from beyond the bedroom wall had ceased and my mind registered the fact that Simon had almost certainly just ejaculated inside my wife's body. I released my soft, sticky cock and let it lie on my belly as the reality of what had just happened washed over me. I turned my head to look at the bedside clock. 'Twenty-eight minutes!' I thought. That's all the time it had taken from my wife kissing me and leaving our room to her being inseminated by Simon. And I had listened to it all happening, for real, in our house! In one way it had flashed by in a second; in another it had taken half my life. My fingers touched the sticky pool of spermless semen on my belly, my mind imagining the similar but highly fertile pool which must now be lying against the sealed entrance to Claire's womb, the millions of tiny sperm on a desperate but fruitless journey within her already pregnant body. Claire's Cousin Ch. 02 It had been... simply incredible! Leaning across to Claire's side of the bed I pulled a handful of tissues from the box that she always kept there and slowly cleaned myself up then, pulling the duvet up under my chin, listened in the darkness for any sign of her returning to our marital bed. I heard none -- and had expected none. Satisfied, I fell into a rather troubled post-climactic sleep. 01:53 I was woken by the thumping beginning again, this time less frantically, building gradually to a long-lasting fast pulse against the wall and long, low muffled moans -- this time from two voices rather than just Claire's -- ending some time later in a gentle slow-down rather than a hard, fast climactic assault. My sleepy brain pictured my wife, arms and legs wrapped around her lover in deep embrace as he inseminated her for a second time, this time sweetly and lovingly, his pulsing cock softening within her. There was silence again. It took nearly half an hour for me to fall asleep, my troubled mind awash with so many images, but eventually I slept fitfully until... 03:02 Oh my God! Not again! Did that boy need no sleep? The renewed 'thump thump' on the wall woke me for a second time, slower than the last but still insistent, permitting no sleep. Amazed at my their stamina, I listened carefully as he took her for at least the third time that night, slower and more gently than either of the previous two penetrations. Try as I might, I couldn't hear Claire's voice at all. I pictured her lying on her back, exhausted, eyes dazed or closed, allowing Simon to have his way with her limp body without co-operation or resistance. The thumping quickened and the sound of a single male voice in muffled ecstasy came through the wall followed by a silence that this time lasted until the early alarm woke me. *** When I went downstairs early the next morning in my dressing gown, the house felt strangely silent but I knew the kids would wake soon. I quickly tidied up the last remnants of the previous night's meal and made myself tea, wondering what the scene in our guest room would look like if and when I saw it and going over the previous day's events in my mind. I filled a large mug with the hot liquid, and sat at the kitchen table, sipping it slowly, trying to understand what had happened and how I felt. Actually being in the house and listening to the real life sounds of my wife being fucked had been so, so different from just hearing about it over the phone or even seeing the aftermath as had happened the only other time she had strayed from the path of fidelity. And knowing that it was all happening just the other side of a thin bedroom wall merely feet from my straining ears had been both incredibly arousing and unbearably painful at the same time. Fear, jealousy, anger and massive arousal had all washed over me in waves as I listened to her sweet body being freely taken by this young man time and again, confirming me in my role of helpless cuckold. I knew full well that the mother of my children, already pregnant by another man, was about to receive yet more of his sperm and that all I had to do to prevent it was get out of bed and walk no more than fifteen feet down the landing to where they lay. And yet I was quite unable to move; paralysed; incapable of doing anything but lie and listen to my place as her lover being taken by a younger, stronger, more fertile man; a man she chose to possess her body last night rather than give herself to me, her husband. And she was still in his bed, his sperm still in her body as I sat there, still unable to lift a finger to intervene. I felt tears of jealousy and pain running down my cheeks while in bewildering contradiction a huge erection sprang through the folds of my gown. This combination of pain, pleasure, torment and unbelievable arousal was truly beyond understanding *** It was seven o'clock when I pushed open the bedroom door and carried the tea tray into the guest room, placing it gently on the dresser. As I hoped, the scene of infidelity was clearly visible in the filtered light of the thin curtains. The whole room reeked of recent sex and as I drew in a deep breath and closed my eyes, powerful memories of my tour of the house after Claire's first infidelity with Simon filled my head. I felt a strong stirring in my loins which I fought to ignore, but failed. On the bed my naked wife was curled up with her knees raised around her distended belly as if to protect her unborn child. Her hair was fanned artistically across the pillow and over her sweet, contented face which was flushed pink and a little blotchy from her orgasms, as was her chest. Disappointingly, her breasts and vulva were hidden by the duvet so I turned my attention to her young lover who lay behind her. Also naked, Simon's fit body looked even more impressive than it had in his polo shirt. His arms were thick and muscular, his belly a real six-pack, his buttocks tight and athletic. To my surprise, his flaccid cock looked no more impressive than my own but I knew, firstly from Claire and now from my own ears how well he could use it. The sheets were badly rumpled and stained in several places. I would get to see these properly later when I washed them and found myself looking forward to the task. Outside the door the kids were beginning to stir and it was time to wake the lovers, unsure how best to do this as Simon knew nothing of my complicity in their first affair and might well fear he had a homicidal Cuckold husband on his hands despite all Claire's reassurances. "Good morning!" I hissed. "The kids are waking up..!" Simon sat bolt upright in bed, a look of fear, even sheer terror on his face. "Tim, I..." "Shhh..." I raised my hand in what I hoped was a reassuring gesture. "It's OK. Don't worry. It's ok! He seemed to relax a little but his eyes remained fixed on me as I approached my wife. She looked sweet but exhausted, lying on her side with the duvet almost artistically covering her modesty -- if she had any modesty left after last night. "Claire...? Sweetheart? I whispered. She opened her eyes dreamily. "No more Simon..." She slurred. "Please... I'm too tired and too sore..." I could feel Simon's body tense up across the bed but it was obvious that she was in no state to be seen by our children so I reverted to Plan B. "Ok, sweetheart. Never mind. I'll deal with the kids. You just rest." I looked at Simon who had pulled the sheet up almost around his neck in a rather endearing demonstration of modesty. It made me realise that, however well developed his body might be, he really was still young and innocent and I understood how Claire really must have done the lion's share of the seduction five months ago. "You rest too..." I said to him quietly. "Join me for breakfast when you're ready. Just make sure you look after Claire..." "Of course." He still looked terrified. "Tim..." he began. "Shhhh. Later... Go back to sleep." I told him. Rising from the bed, I pulled the duvet over my wife's spent body and went downstairs where the kids were awake and taking advantage of their mother's absence by watching cartoons -- something Claire strongly disapproved of. I smiled and went into the kitchen to get their breakfast and do a bit of ironing. Half an hour later our younger daughter joined me at the table. "Where's mummy?" She asked, climbing onto a kitchen stool and grabbing a glass of orange juice. "She's still in bed, Princess." I replied. "She's very tired today." "She's not in her bed, I looked." She insisted. "Perhaps she's gone to wake up Cousin Simon then." I said as casually as I could. "We were all up late last night." "Uncle Simon was being very noisy. He woke me up twice." She scowled and I remembered that her room was the other side of the guest room from mine. Although the bed head was against our wall rather than hers, she would certainly have heard some of the moans and squeals if not the actual thumping of the bed. "Perhaps he was having a bad dream. People do sometimes, don't they?" "Uncle Simon's fun..." She continued, the subject of bedroom noises now apparently closed to my relief. "Last time he stayed we did all sorts of stuff and mummy was really happy. She likes him too. They held hands a lot and..." She leaned over and whispered. "I saw them kissing and cuddling in front of the TV!" I tried to remain calm, thinking fast. "Well, he's her cousin and cousins do kiss each other sometimes. You kiss your Uncles and Aunties, don't you?" She thought for a moment. "I suppose so. But mummy had taken off her shirt and he was..." Hello you two!" I heard Claire's voice behind me and breathed a sigh of relief. "What are you up to?" I turned to see my lovely wife wrapped in her kimono, standing in the doorway. She looked terrible but was clearly trying to put on a brave face. Her hair was messed up and tangled and her face bore small streaks of eye-liner and 'late night lines' that showed how little sleep she had enjoyed --something I could have vouched for too. She was naked beneath her robe and her nipples and pubic triangle were clearly visible through its thin material. "Mummy!" Our little girl ran over and hugged her mother's leg tightly, her pretty little face close to Claire's groin. She sniffed a little, slightly puzzled then apparently made a connection between her mother's arrival and the likelihood of cartoons stopping because she quickly sloped off back to the TV room. "How are you?" I asked, crossing over and hugging her tightly. She smelled overpoweringly of sex. I immediately felt aroused. "Shattered!" She replied, resting her head on my shoulder as my arms went around her back. "He's got so much energy! I can't believe so few years between us make so much difference..." "Well he is an athlete too..." I chided. "And you are nearly six months pregnant. That will have had an impact..." I kissed her salty forehead. "Was it... was it what you needed." She looked up at me, her eyes soft and deep -- eyes I had fallen totally in love with so long ago and by which I was still just as smitten. "It was lovely. Thank you so much, Darling. I don't know what else to say." "It sounded as if you were enjoying yourself -- of at least he was!" I joked. She looked at me horrified. "Did you listen to us? What could you hear?" "I could hardly miss it, and by the way neither could our daughter!" I continued. "No actual words but lots of moans and banging sounds." I paused. "Three times, wasn't it?" I asked casually. "Four..." She replied automatically then raised a hand to her mouth in horror at her indiscretion. "Four!" I exclaimed. "No wonder you're both exhausted. Jesus! Four times!" She blushed bright pink and nodded. "Did he cum all four times?" She nodded bashfully again. "Wow!" "Was... Was it good?" I added hesitantly. "As good as when this happened?" I stroked her bump. "It was better this time, knowing you were ok about it all." She said softly, looking around to make sure none of the kids were nearby. "Sex with Simon is amazing..." She chuckled "As you probably heard, but one reason it's amazing is that I know you love me whatever he and I do." Her words made me very happy, although something inside me still hurt. "Do you feel any more content now?" I asked. She nodded. "About the baby too?" "I am... I feel more... more complete now..." She thought a bit longer. "It's as if I just had to know how he felt about me, that he still cared... And he does, Tim. He really cares about me and the baby. I can carry it happily to full term now" "You didn't let slip it's his baby, did you?" "Of course not! But he's bound to be suspicious. He's not the brightest star in the sky but even he can do simple maths." There was a brief silence. "Where is he now?" I asked. "In the main bathroom, showering and shaving. He's very nervous about meeting you this morning." Her voice drifted away for a moment. "Tim...?" She asked. I could guess what was coming next. "I'm going to have to see him again, you realise that?" I smiled ruefully. "I thought you would. And it's ok with me as long as it's not too often, you're very discreet and you remember who you're married to afterwards, even if you do forget it sometimes when you're with him." There were small tears in her eyes again as she looked at me. "I do love you..." A thought crossed my mind. "Claire... You set me up again, didn't you?" She looked into my smiling face with an innocent expression. "I know you... You don't leave things to chance. You knew Simon was keen to visit before you even talked to me about it, didn't you?" She said nothing. "That's why you had his answer so quickly..." Again all she did was smile sweetly at me and I knew I was right. "Well now he's here you'd better make the most of the weekend. He's going home on Sunday afternoon. His train leaves at three and I have to be at the airport at four so you've got all day today, all night tonight and most of tomorrow. Do whatever you want to. Go out for the day, stay in bed all afternoon -- whatever you want. I'll take the kids somewhere they'll enjoy." She smiled..."Thank you..." "And you'd better get washed and dressed before our beloved son sees his mother naked!" I added, indicating her see-through robe that had fallen open while we talked, exposing her red, swollen, angry-looking vulva. Claire quickly wrapped herself up and half ran to our bedroom. I heard the door closing quickly. I busied myself with separating the kids from the TV and getting them around the kitchen table, the oldest sulking in her inimitable style. A few spoons of sugary cereal later (another treat their mother would not normally permit) the atmosphere was more jovial when Cousin Simon entered the room sheepishly, eyeing me carefully and dressed in tight jeans and a collarless pullover. He looked simply gorgeous, even I could tell that and the two girls began to simper in a nauseating manner that I'm sure their mother would have replicated if she had been there. "Um... Morning Tim... um..." He mumbled. I felt sorry for him in a way. How do you greet a host whose wife you have just comprehensively fucked? "Morning!" I replied cheerfully. "Any sign of Claire?" "She's... um... She's gone back to bed. She's... tired..." He could barely look at me and looked pretty tired himself. "That's ok. I was planning to take the kids out today..." I continued to cries of 'Daddy!' and Where? Where?' from the three kids. "So you've got the whole day to yourselves." Simon looked as if Christmas had come twice. "You mean..." "I mean you mustn't worry. It's all alright. I mean it's ALL alright, understand me?" I gave him a meaningful look. "Just make sure you look after, ok?" Simon smiled and nodded. "I promise!" He whispered and joined the kids for breakfast. They were immensely fond of him and were disappointed he couldn't come on our day out but were consoled by the promise of going out to dinner and watching a DVD with him that night. As he left the kitchen to join his lover her whispered urgently. "What about Nicky? She mustn't ever know..." his voice was agitated. Nicky must be the tall blonde girlfriend. I smiled. "Relax, Simon. Discretion is one of the first things I learned about this... lifestyle. If you don't ever tell then we won't ever tell!" *** After breakfast Simon rejoined Claire in the guest room for a rest -- a real one this time and I won myself Father of the Month award by taking the three monsters to the zoo, with burgers for lunch -- another item banned by Claire but while the cat's away... We ate dinner together in the local TGI Friday's and talked of the day. The kids were over the moon having seen two elephants mating and kept embarrassing their mother terribly by asking awkward questions about her current pregnancy. I smiled inwardly. Simon and Claire had spent most of the morning in bed, actually asleep before having lunch in a nearby deli and the afternoon at the movies. From the teenage looks they exchanged when they told us about it, I gathered that the cinema had been mostly empty and that a lot of heavy petting had gone on instead of watching. After dinner and after watching a dreadful Disney DVD, Simon put the kids to bed leaving Claire and me alone in the lounge. "How do you feel now?" I asked. "Are you in love with him now as well as in lust?" Claire smiled. "I could easily have fallen for him, but although we had a really nice day, he's at his best in the bedroom." Her reply pleased me. "Speaking of which..." I began. "I'll sleep in the guest room tonight. You two can have the big double bed." "Tim. I'm not sure..." "This might be the last chance you get to spend time with the baby's father before it's born. Remember what a newborn does to your sex and social life?" She thought a minute. "Are you really sure?" "Of course, as long as you don't go falling in love, ok?" She threw her arms around me and kissed me full on the lips. "It's you I love, Tim!" She said aloud, then whispered "Cuckold or no cuckold!" in my ear. "Then try not to keep me awake this time!" I chided. "As if!" She laughed. "I'm much too tired and sore! *** As it turned out, she wasn't too tired or too sore and I passed another sleepless night listening to bedsprings, headboards and moans, my heart aching and my head spinning with the incredible blend of emotions that I had discovered. But they were up in time for breakfast which we all ate together, Claire and Simon sitting pressed close to each other despite the kids' and my presence. They took the three-and-a-half kids for a long walk before lunch while I re-packed for my trip. According to my oldest, they held hands most of the way and kissed when they thought no-one was looking. When it was time for Simon to leave, I made the kids kiss him goodbye in the lounge and wave through the window, leaving him and Claire to bid their farewells privately in the hallway. They took some time and when she returned, there were tears in her eyes, her dress was rumpled around waist level and she was holding her baby bump with both hands. She came up to me and we hugged tightly in silence for a long time, her face pressing into my chest as she murmured 'Thank you!' quietly over and over again. When we finally released each other she looked into my eyes and whispered 'I love you!' I kissed her salty lips. I put another DVD on for the kids and she led me upstairs to our room where I undressed her quickly and eagerly, lowering her back on the bed and separating her unresisting legs. Her vulva was if anything even more red and puffy than the day before and although she had showered, she hadn't douched so the aroma of sex was powerful and there were still traces of Simon's semen on her panties and inside her body. It took all my self-control not to ravish her violently on the spot but I settled for a brief but very gently and loving copulation, remembering vividly that only hours earlier Simon had looked down into the same sweet face, his cock precisely where mine was now and his semen where mine was about to fall. *** When we came downstairs we played games in the lounge together as a family until it was time for me to leave. The kids loved the fun and I was pleased to see their mother positively glowing with contentment. I hadn't seen her so obviously happy for months. When my taxi finally arrived for the airport, we all hugged and kissed in the front garden. "See you Thursday..." I said to Claire. "Can you wait that long?" "I'll have to, won't I?" She smiled. "Unless I get some help around the house! My child minder has just caught his train!" Claire's Cousin Ch. 02 "If you find another child minder, please call me!" I grinned as my taxi pulled away. I couldn't wait for the next night's phone call! Claire's Cousin Ch. 01 We were both unconsciously nodding. "I'm going to ask you both to write on a slip of paper the scenario that turned you on most and which you would most like to play out in future. Then just pass it across to me. If your scenarios are at odds I will not tell you what the other wanted and we will pursue another route. If they are compatible then we can talk it through and it might take away some of the tension that has built up so quickly in your relationship. So you must be truly honest with me!" He passed each of us a pencil and a piece of paper. I thought for a minute or two, scribbled a response then slid the paper face down to the Counsellor. I noticed Claire needed no time to think and immediately wrote her note. The Counsellor took both slips of paper in his hand and studied them. Then before our eyes he simply placed them side by side, face up on the table in front of us. On each slip was the same single word. 'Simon'. It took a little while for the truth to sink in. We had both been fantasising about Claire's having passionate sex with her own young cousin and were both feeling guilty about it. Claire in particular had been feeling incredibly guilty and wicked about having any form of fantasy involving infidelity -- adultery was one of the Ten Commandments after all -- and especially so with a relative. She wasn't sure whether or how to let me in on the secret but had been quite unable to dismiss it entirely. It helped when the Counsellor explained that Simon was a cousin not a nephew and that in the UK it was perfectly legal to have sex with ones cousin -- not even the church would object - but she was still very nervous about how I would react. For my part, I said that I would be happy to go along with anything my lovely wife wanted. I didn't tell them that I had frightened myself with the extent of my arousal at the thought of Claire having sex with another man in front of me -- in my fantasy anyway. Could we agree ground rules for a fantasy involving the idea of Simon that we would both enjoy and which wouldn't threaten our relationship? My next trip would tell! It was to be a two week visit to South America -- Brazil in fact to look at meat processing factories and install a new Quality System. As Claire waved to me in my taxi from the doorway, still flushed from a farewell 'see you soon' sex session, we were both sort of looking forward to the new telephone scenario we would try out over the next week. My first week in Brazil passed relatively smoothly. The local staff were extremely competent and all I had to do was oversee the main installation and train the group leaders. They were also very hospitable so I had to insist on taking time out from the social evenings to call home before the time in London was too late. With little stress to bother me, I was very ready for our phone sex sessions. It took a little trial and error to get started but after that we went from strength to strength. Having a real person to picture touching Claire made the whole thing much more vivid and the way she spoke made everything so much more erotic. 'Where did Simon touch you?' I asked. 'On my breasts at first. I took my shirt off for him'' 'Did he unfasten your bra?' 'No. I undressed for him. My nipples got so hard. He cupped my boobs and rolled my nipples in his fingers.' 'Did you take off your skirt for him?' "Yes. Slowly. And my panties. They were very damp.' 'What did you do to him?' 'I took off his shirt and stroked his chest. I love his strong muscular body." 'Did you pull down his shorts?' 'Yes, I was on my knees in front of him.' 'Was his cock big?' 'Yes. It was long and thick. I took it deep into my mouth...' Each night the fantasy got more and more detailed and more and more explicit. In my room I experienced some of the most powerful ejaculations of my adult life, my head spinning with images of my lovely wife exploring and being explored by her handsome young cousin. At the weekend I was taken into the hills by the friendly locals and 'treated' to a day's horse riding. I had only ridden once or twice before and the experience half terrified me but it served to fill the Saturday. On Sunday I went into work to try and get ahead of the project schedule so I could go home a day or so earlier the following weekend. Our night-time phone call was full of excitement as Simon had returned from his parents' house in time for dinner. Inevitably our fantasies followed the previous week's theme. 'Where did he take you?' 'Into my bedroom. I lay back on the bed.' 'Where did he touch you?' 'He lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties' 'Did you resist?' "No. I lifted my bottom to help him slide them off.' 'Were you wet?' 'God yes!' 'What did you do?' 'I spread my thighs for him...' "What did he do?" "He thrust himself deep into me... he was so big it hurt!" My chest ached, I was so turned on and to be honest, I'm sure Claire was too. I could hear her moaning as she touched herself before eventually things reached a happy ending for both of us and we hung up. Over the next few weeks, our scenarios grew more and more explicit as Claire relaxed into the idea of sex with another man. We both grew more adventurous with Claire eventually introducing the idea of threesomes in our own bed. During the two week period I was home before my next trip, our bedroom sessions were some of the hottest I can remember in our marriage and it was with considerable regret that I flew off to Brazil for a week's project update. The next day was very busy indeed. Slightly let-lagged, things at work took a turn for the worse and it was quite late before I could call Claire at home in London. I had almost forgotten Simon was back with them but when eventually we spoke I could tell something wasn't right. I tried to remain normal assuming Claire would let me know in her own good time. After the usual 'how was your day' conversation, she led the conversation almost casually towards the fact that she and Simon had gone for a long run that evening, and then for a quick drink at a local bar afterwards while a neighbour kept an eye on the kids. It had been quite late when they had returned home. 'Did you kiss him goodnight?' I asked, not sure whether the role-playing scenario had started. "Yes I did.' Her voice sounded a little ... different. "Was it a cousinly goodnight kiss?" "Yes...' She replied automatically. "Well..." She paused for a surprisingly long time before continuing. "Well not entirely... It was... kind of... a real kiss." 'How did it happen?' I asked, intrigued at how the scenario was moving. 'I went to kiss me on the cheek but he moved his head and I got his lips instead.' "Did you kiss him back?" I asked, immediately excited. "Y... Yes! But just a little bit" she whispered. "I'm so sorry!" She almost shouted. "I didn't mean for it to happen. We'd split of bottle of wine at the bar and... I didn't expect it, but once he started kissing me, I just couldn't help myself! Please don't be upset!" "I'm not upset... yet!" I replied as calmly as I could. "In fact you're making me hard!" I paused, listening to her breathing heavily on the other end of the line. God! She was a good actress. This scenario was amazing. "I want to hear more," I said, but Claire hurriedly continued her protests. "It's you I love, not Simon. It was a silly mistake that's all!" She said. "Besides, I couldn't cheat on you." There was a longer pause. My mind raced. How I could make this great scenario even better. "Not even if I gave you permission?" I asked, the words bursting out before my brain could stop them. "What?" she asked in amazement. "What if I wanted you to... go further... with him?" "I don't understand..." She said, her voice a little shaky. "If you knew for certain I wanted you to, would you want to do more with him?" There was a long pause. "But he's my cousin." She said in half hearted protest. "I know, but it's perfectly legal -- the Counsellor told us that - and... well, we both had the fantasy didn't we...?" Another long pause. "I've never cheated on you, you know that?" She said. "I know!" I replied quickly. "And I've never cheated on you either. But it's not cheating if I want you to do it, is it?" Claire didn't reply. "Is it?" I insisted. "I know you've admired that body of his ever since he arrived, haven't you?" There was a last long pause. "Claire?" I prompted. "Well, anyway, my period started today so nothing can happen this week," She said and after a few minutes more chat we progressed to our usual phone sex -- only much, much more vivid and much, much more intense. Something had changed! The next day at work was little better than the first, fire-fighting systems issues most of the day which prevented me thinking about Claire and our extraordinary conversation the previous evening. Blessedly, things all began to fall into line during the late afternoon and, after going for a few drinks with colleagues by way of reward, it was around eleven o'clock London time when I called home. By now my heart was thumping in my chest in anticipation and fear that she would have regretted our little game. I needn't have worried. I settled naked on my bed before calling. After a few quick questions about the kids, I established that Claire was also nearly naked in bed with her toys to hand, before asking my wife what had happened. Her voice was a little dreamy when she replied. "We kissed goodnight again." "In the hallway?" "In the lounge this time." "Is that all?" "We kissed a lot. My lips are numb." "Did you let him touch you?" "Yes I did." "Where did he touch you?" "On my boobs. I let him undo my blouse and flip up my bra." "Did you enjoy it?" "Mmm. My nipples were very hard." "Did he suck them?" "Yes." "Did he touch between your legs?" "Only through my shorts." "Did you get wet?" "Very." Before much more could be said I had ejaculated all over my sheets, Claire must have heard my moan and realised what had happened. She paused as if waiting for me to gather myself together. "What should I do tomorrow night?" She asked softly and teasingly. I can tell you enjoyed tonight." "Whatever you feel you want to do. No holds barred." I replied. "As long as you tell me it all." "I promise, darling." She said. "Claire?" I asked just as I thought she was about to hang up. "This is just a really great fantasy, isn't it? You are just teasing me, aren't you?" "I never promised to tell you that..." Was all she said before the line went dead. I found it hard to concentrate on my work the following day, despite the continuing problems with the project. I worked late into the evening again and it must have been after midnight in London when I finally lay back on the bed and called home, wondering what my lovely wife had been doing. The phone rang several times before it was answered. This time, before I could say anything more than 'Hello', Claire came right out with it: "I gave him a blow job." "Oh my God!" I said, my cock instantly erect in my shorts. I had never heard my wife use those words before -- it must have been in the porn the Counsellor had provided. "Tell me what happened." "You really want to hear?" "Christ, yes!" "Ok..." She sounded nervous. "After we'd cleared away the dinner and put the kids to bed, we started watching a film on TV. We both sat on the couch." "Go on..." I begged, freeing my hardening cock from its cotton prison. "His hand accidentally fell on my leg and stayed there. After a while I began stroking the back of his hand. He began to stroke higher up my leg. I stopped him getting too high and turned to tell him to stop." "Then what happened?" "He kissed me on the lips. It surprised me." "Did you kiss him back?" "Not straight away" "But you did eventually?" "Yes." "Did you suck his tongue?" "Yes and he sucked mine. We kissed for a long time on the sofa. As if we were still teens snogging." "Did you let him touch you?" "I let him bare my boobs again and touch them but I wouldn't let him take off my skirt or panties. He tried but I told him I'm on my period. He didn't seem to care but I kept his hands away." "Did you touch him?" "We snogged a lot more... he nuzzled my boobs... I undid his belt, slid down his jeans and pants, took out his cock, and gave him a blow job." "Was it a good one?" "He said it was the best he's had. I think he was lying but I don't care!" Oh my God! I thought, my chest tight with excitement, not really knowing whether this was the truth of just another fantastic telephone fantasy. "I think you're great at it -- but could do with more practice!" I said, envious. Claire hadn't given me many blow jobs during our marriage but they had been really exciting. "Don't' embarrass me..." She laughed. "Is his cock bigger than mine?" I asked then immediately regretted it. "Longer but thinner. Not as thick as I had imagined it." She said. Something about this response puzzled me but I couldn't put my finger on the problem. "Did he cum?" I asked, eager to keep the scenario going, my free hand active in my groin. "Of course!" She hissed. "In your mouth?" "Yes!" "Did you swallow?" "No I spat it into a tissue." "Oh God Claire!" I sighed as my own semen splashed over my naked belly. "I do hope this isn't just another fantasy!" "I guess you'll just have to wonder..." She said softly. I heard the familiar low buzzing sound just before the line went dead. The rest of the week passed in a blur of erotic moments. According to her stories, Claire and Simon had dinner each night followed, when the kids had gone to bed, by kissing, cuddling, fondling and ending with her delivering another blow job. It was, quite simply, the most fantastic phone sex we had ever had together, or at least for me it was. From the sounds Claire was making over the phone, I could tell she enjoyed our sessions, too. On Friday evening, Simon left by train for his home 'up North' and I flew into Heathrow early on the Saturday morning .When I entered the house it was soon obvious that the week's activities had done wonders for both our libidos; I'll swear Claire and I had more and better sex that weekend than at anytime since our honeymoon. But no matter how often I asked, she steadfastly refused to tell me whether she had been telling the truth about her week with Simon or whether she had simply moved to a much higher standard of erotic story-telling. The frustration was... simply wonderful. The last week of Simon's placement was due to start on the Monday but unusually he had planned his arrival by a very early train on Monday morning. This meant I wouldn't get to see him at all during the week because I myself had to fly back out to Brazil on an equally early morning flight. Simon had returned to the house after work in time to help with dinner, looking and feeling elated -- the report from his placement had been enthusiastic and he was hoping for a 'first' in his degree and a permanent job after graduation. He had been effusive in his thanks to Claire for all her help. This I learned when I called Claire on Monday night, lying naked on my bed, imagining her equally naked on our double bed at home, I listened to the story of her day with eagerness, wondering how Simon's gratitude might manifest itself. "So did you do more than kiss this time?" There was a pleasing pause and I ran my hand up and down my erect cock as I awaited the answer, not sure what I wanted to hear. "Umm, yes. We did." She finally said. "What did you let him do?" "He... I let him strip me naked after I gave him the blow job," Claire said. "Completely naked?" "Completely naked." "Where?" "In the lounge." "In the lounge?" "Yes." "What about the kids?" "They were asleep. It was late." "Did he kiss you?" "Yes" "Did he go down on you?" "What?... Oh God! "Tim! How can you ask that?" "Did he?" I insisted. "Well....Yes he did!" She raised her voice excitedly. I could hear her fingers moving over her body in the background. "Jesus! Did you let him fuck you?" I asked. "NO!" She protested. "No I didn't let him!" There was a pause but I was sure I could hear her fingers still working on her body. "Did he make you cum?" "Oh God, I'm so turned on!" She eventually said, her voice slightly slurred. "No. I didn't come! After he had licked me a couple of times, I realised that if I let him make me cum with his tongue I'd have to let him fuck me too. I'm not ready for that so I made him stop!" This was the furthest, most realistic scenario we had ever played. My erection actually hurt! "Oh, why did you make him stop? Don't you want to fuck him?" I pleaded. "I can't!" she cried. "He's my cousin! I'm married to you! I can't let him fuck me!" "Why not? I know you love me. I love you, but I think you've fallen in love with Simon too. Or at the very least in lust!" I paused, the idea in my mind almost too much to speak aloud. "This is the most amazing scenario I can ever imagine! Go ahead and fuck him, Claire! God, just imagining you two together is almost making me cum!" I said. "It's no sin if I say it's OK, is it? Just make sure you tell me all about it!" "I'm not going to let him fuck me!" she said before she hung up abruptly, leaving me to finish myself off all alone, my head spinning. The next night was Tuesday and I called quite late "Well? Did you do it?" I asked eagerly. "What happened?" "We put the kids to bed as usual..." "Go on!" I urged. "I undressed myself before doing it to him this time." "Did you let him touch you again?" "I wouldn't let him touch my pussy, but he could tell how wet I was between my thighs." "Did he touch you at all?" I insisted. "Oh yes!" "Where?" "Mostly my boobs and my bum." "Did you cum?" "No. Whenever I got close to coming, I made him stop." "Is his cock big?" I asked. "You already asked me that!" "Tell me again... please!" I insisted. "He's longer than you, but skinnier. I can get all of him down my throat if I really try." she said. "When he cums, is there a lot of semen?" I asked. "Loads! It's hard to swallow it all!" "You swallowed? Wow! Just imagine how it would feel spraying onto your cervix!" I said. "I've proved that I can resist him, and I'm hanging up now," she said, then hung up, leaving me to finish myself off alone. On Wednesday night, I got a busy signal when I called. It was still busy when I called again in ten minutes. I called periodically until eleven o'clock, Brazil time which was around three a.m. in London when Claire finally picked up the phone. "Tim, is that you?" she asked, her voice sounded dreamy as if she was half drunk or half asleep. "Yes," I replied. There was a long pause. "We did it," she stated simply, her words definitely slurred. "You fucked him," I said. "Oh...Yes." Her voice was soft and gentle. "And he fucked me...". "Is he still there?" "No. He's in his bedroom. We didn't want the kids to guess." "Then tell me all about it." I demanded. "From the beginning." "But Tim.." She began to protest. "You promised me, Claire." I insisted. She sighed then, with many long breaths and pauses, reluctantly told me about her day. After the previous evening's close encounter, Tuesday night for Claire had been filled with erotic dreams. She couldn't or wouldn't tell me the details but when she woke up on Wednesday morning and went into the shower, she had felt a heat between her thighs that she hadn't felt for a long time. She had managed not to touch herself, hoping that keeping sex off her mind during the day would help her resist her cousin in the evening. However, she had been denied a proper orgasm for several days and her pussy seemed constantly aroused and wet. Claire's Cousin Ch. 01 She had had to change her panties after taking the kids to school, the rubbing of her tight jeans being too arousing for her sensitive vulva. She had had to change them again before lunch. This time she had put on a short skirt to prevent any further titillation of her most private parts. But this hadn't worked. The feel of cool air on her bare legs and damp vulva had aroused her still further and she had felt compelled to change once again before picking up the kids from school, this time into a longer skirt and tights. But by now her vulva was so inflamed that even this couldn't take her attention away from her arousal and she was on her fourth pair of panties for the day when Simon arrived home. From the moment she opened the door she had known the outcome was inevitable. In his skin-tight shorts and close fitting top, Claire had found him utterly irresistible. Although she had greeted him with the usual peck on the cheek, then a short but passionate kiss on the lips, she had known she'd been lying to herself. She was going to fuck him. That night. In our house. She had tried to keep her distance during dinner with the kids, half worried that if she let him get too close, she'd tear of his clothes and hers, and fuck him there and then in front of them all. The clocks in the house ticked oh-so-slowly as she waited impatiently for the kids' bedtime to arrive, her inflamed vulva feeling the slightest movement of her panties or the touch of a chair against its lips. Then, finally, the kids were put into bed, stories read, doors closed. The moment had come. Claire told me she had calmly taken her cousin by the hand and led him to our bedroom where, without a word, she began to undress in front of him. Simon had immediately taken the hint and within a minute they were both naked. Claire had lain down on the bed, her eyes never leaving Simon's. She had spread her legs brazenly wide -- something she had never done even with me - and told him to take her. No foreplay. No sensitivity. She wanted to be fucked. By him. Now. He had entered her in a single, deep, powerful stroke, all the way in until she felt the pressure of his swollen end against her cervix. "Wow!" I gasped into the phone as she paused, stroking my painfully hard erection. "How did it feel?" "It felt... I can't describe it... Oh God Tim! It was so amazing. Apart from you, it's the only cock that's ever been inside me..." Her voice trailed off again. "I think I cried a little. I kept thinking of you but still couldn't stop myself." "Did you cum?" "Almost during his first stroke!" "Did he cum quickly?" "Barely a dozen strokes later." "Did he cum inside you?" A long pause, then a deep sigh. "Yes! Oh God yes!" "Oh Claire...You did it!" I almost cheered in my room. Claire told me in an excited voice how they had done it twice more during the evening before Simon had reluctantly left to spend what was left of the night in his own bedroom. He had left only minutes before I called and her body was still wet and sticky with his semen. "So... is he good in bed?" "Honestly?" "Honestly!" "You really want to know?" "Don't tease me Claire... At least, don't tease me any more..." "Oh Tim, it was unbelievable! He was so so soooo... good!" A wave of jealousy washed over me but with it came an even bigger wave of arousal. Claire continued, her voice choking in her throat. "I though I was going to die! My chest ached! My belly hurt! I thought I'd never breathe again. I thought I would pee myself! He was just....." Her voice faded away and I was left with very mixed emotions and a very sticky belly. "I just came while you were telling me that," I said, panting. "That's so so hot!" There was yet another long pause. "I'm going to have to let him have me again tomorrow, you know that!" Claire said. "I can't stop myself now!" "I know! I hope to hear all about it!" I replied. "Tim?" Claire asked, her voice suddenly sober. "What?" I asked anxiously. "You have remembered I'm not on the pill, haven't you?" "Of course I know. I had the snip and..." She stopped me short. "Well we didn't use a condom and there's a good chance I'm fertile this week." I gulped. Suddenly reality hit me. Perhaps this wasn't a fantasy after all. Or had Claire just taken our telephone sex to a level I never dreamed existed. Was it all real after all? Jesus! "Tim? Are you still there? Are you sure you can... handle all the consequences?" she asked. This time it was my turn for the long pause. My heart thumped and my head span with the ideas that filled it. I hadn't given the idea of Claire getting pregnant a moment's thought. Eventually I found the words. "Do it!" I said determinedly. "The worst that can happen is that you fall pregnant." I paused as if thinking it over carefully but my mind was already made up. "We've talked about having another baby -- maybe even two now the kids are older." "But it wouldn't be yours!" She reminded me unnecessarily. "Could you live with that?" I paused even longer before replying, scarcely able to believe my own words. "If you want it then I want it!" I waited listening to my wife's heavy breathing down the phone. "But are you sure YOU can handle it? It'll be your own... cousin... or whatever as well as your own child growing inside you. And there might be... complications!" "I have no idea, truly I don't." She replied. "I just know that I... I can't help myself, Tim. I just can't!" There was a pause but she didn't seem to want to hang up. "I'll have to change the sheets soon. They're getting a bit stained." My heart leapt. It hadn't crossed my mind that my there could be real evidence for me to see. Real proof. A terrible idea occurred to me. "Don't change them!" I said. "I want to see the messy sheets. Keep the windows closed too!" "But the bedroom already really smells like sex! It will leak into the rest of the house!" she said. "Oh wow! I can't wait!" I said, amazed at how much the idea was arousing me. "I wish I could feel his sperm still inside you when I fuck you!" I said. "I never knew you were so kinky, Tim! "So don't clean yourself too thoroughly either!" I went on, amazed at my terrible thoughts. "I want to see the evidence on you too!" "If I don't douche, I'm pretty sure he'll get me pregnant!" she said. "Good! I hope he does knock you up!" What was I saying? Had I gone mad with lust? "Can I at least shower? I'm pretty sticky!" she said. "Yes, just don't douche until after I get the chance to fuck you," I said. "In fact, can you use a tampon to hold it all in?" "What?" She exclaimed. "You really ARE kinky." "Will you?" "I'll... I'll think about it. I'm so tired now!" "Claire?" "Mmm?" She replied, her voice dreamy again. "I love you!" I whispered. The following night I called very late, still unsure in my mind how I felt about it all. I had never been so aroused as when I pictured my lovely wife giving herself willingly to another man, and felt terribly guilty about it. And was it all just an amazing fantasy or was it real? At times I couldn't bear the thought of Claire being fucked by anyone other than me. At other times all I wanted was to watch her have a shattering orgasm at another man's hands. When Claire answered, her voice was low and she sounded slightly drunk. "Hi Darling." "Mmmm Hi Tim!" "Did you... do it again?" "Mmmm yes we did..." "Tell me all about it. You promised, remember?" "Well... ok....But I'm sooo tired..." She seemed to pull herself together a little before carrying on in a more stable voice. "I took him to our room again. We made love for a long time on the bed. The sheets are filthy now!" "Great! Don't change them!" I hissed but she carried on. "After having me on the bed, he took me through to the dining room and fucked me on the table, then again from behind while I was bent over the back of the sofa. I think he didn't like the dirty sheets. " "Jesus Claire! What if the kids had woken up and seen you?" "God! I didn't think about that! We were so wrapped up in ourselves." "I can tell..." I replied. "And I love hearing all about it but -- if it's true - you must be careful! Thank God we live in an old house with thick walls!"" "I'll lock the door next time." She said. 'Next time?' I wondered as I finished myself off messily. When I called well after midnight on Friday night -- Simon's last night in London -- Claire's voice was soft and unsteady as if she was drunk. Eventually I persuaded her to tell me the details. "Oh Tim... He fucked me so much... I just need to sleep now!" "Where did he fuck you Claire?" "On the kitchen countertop, on your chair in the living room..." "Is that all?" "No..." She sighed as of struggling to stay awake. "He took me over the arm of the sofa too..." I loved the crude way she spoke -- so unlike the Claire I had known for so long. "Wow Claire. Was it good?" "Mmmm" "Did you cum?" "Mmmm" "Was that all?" "We had one last fuck in our bed." There was our usual pause during which I rubbed my erection faster and faster. "Tim?" "Ugh... ugh...what honey?" "Tim, there's stains everywhere now and the kids must be wondering what's going on. You know how they think I'm always cleaning up." Oh my God! My erection actually hurt it was so hard. "Why are you whispering?" I asked. "Because he's still here. He's sleeping in our bed with me as it's his last night." "What about the kids?" "He'll get up really early, before they wake up. Don't worry. And the door's locked." "Will you fuck him again?" "I don't know. I'm so sore..." "Claire?" "What?" "This is real isn't it? It isn't just another fantasy -- a really really good one?" "Can't you tell?" "I think so but..." "Well you'll have to keep guessing until you see me tomorrow. I'm going back to bed." "With him?" "Oh God I hope so..." And she put the phone down. Alone in my hotel room I finished myself off quickly, my mind full of images of my lovely wife on our bed, her legs spread wide, her cousin's buttocks moving up and down And her cries of orgasm... I returned home on Saturday evening getting home just before dinner, London time. Claire and the kids picked me up at Heathrow airport, my wife wearing a short, brightly coloured summer dress. She looked fresh, sweet and innocent -- a far cry from the sex-crazed girl I had spoken to on the phone during the week. I began to believe that the whole thing really had just been a fantasy she had dreamed up to enhance our phone sex. If it was, what a fantasy! I didn't dare mention it for a long time, not with the kids in the back seat, but half way through the drive home, I reached across and stroked her bare thigh, casually feeling under her skirt as she drove. "Careful! I'm driving!" She scolded me jokingly, opening her thighs very slightly to allow my fingers better access -- but not too much. "Better wait till we get home." I slid my fingers higher up her soft, smooth inner thighs. "You're not..." I began. "..Not wearing any panties?" She finished my sentence for me. "No Tim, I'm not." My erection began to hurt as my trousers mercilessly contained it. Now I had to know the truth. "Simon...?" I asked, leaving the word hanging. "Oh, he's ok. He's happy. They've offered him a job and he caught the ten o'clock train this morning. He's probably having dinner with his Mum and Dad right now." She drove on a while. "Did you kiss him Goodbye?" I asked, trying to keep my questions beyond the kids' comprehension. "Oh yes. With the front door open. In my bath robe." "Did anyone see you?" She seemed to think for a minute. "It was early. I don't think so. But I suppose they might have!" Oh God! "Have you..." I wasn't sure how to phrase this question but Claire appeared to understand me. "Douched? Not since yesterday morning." she said. Jesus! "And I haven't showered today either." Mary & Joseph! "And are you using...?" I whispered hesitantly. "A tampon...?" She mouthed the word so the kids wouldn't hear. "You'll have to wait and find out!" "Oh my God!" We drove on in silence, my head spinning. When we arrived home and stepped inside the front door, all my questions were answered immediately. The house absolutely reeked of sex! It was faint but unmistakeable in the hallway, but grew stronger and stronger as we went further into the building. God! I thought to myself. Just how many times had they done it? My beautiful, innocent wife had actually done it! She had actually been unfaithful with her own cousin! And I had urged her to do it! The kids went back to watching the TV which kept them occupied while Claire took my hand and led me silently through the house pointing out the places they had made love. There was little to see and, were it not for the smell in my nostrils, I could have still believed the whole thing was just an amazing fantasy. There was a very suspicious stain on the sofa which she took great trouble to point out to me, but even that wasn't conclusive proof of infidelity. Still I couldn't take my eyes off it. The uneasy feeling persisted throughout dinner -- the kids noisily eating together only feet away from what might be clear evidence that their mother had been wildly fucked by her own cousin over and over again. It was hard to concentrate on anything else. "What are you staring at Daddy?" my daughter asked sweetly, snapping my attention back to the meal -- at least temporarily. I mumbled something ridiculous and tried hard to chat about inconsequential family things while Claire looked across the table at me with a sweet quizzical look on her face. Family things... After what seemed an age, we finally put the kids to bed. As I wished them sweet dreams and closed the door behind me, I realised that the moment of truth had arrived. Claire calmly took my hand and led me silently across the landing to our bedroom. She unlocked the door and opened it. The pungent smell of sex smell hit me full in the face. I looked across at Claire who stared straight back, unashamed. Bewildered, I stepped into the room and heard her close the door behind us, turning the key in the lock with a distinct click. I looked around the once familiar room, my nose wrinkling at the powerful aroma. The floor was strewn with Claire's discarded clothes, a short red dress, a pair of stockings, two pairs of high heeled shoes. A pair of silk thong panties was draped over the bedside table. I looked at the bed -- our bed. The bedspread was on the floor across its end. The under sheet was stained and rumpled; the top sheets also stained and tangled every which way. I crossed to the bed and ran my fingers over one of the sheets, feeling the crispy dried stains in my hand. This was no fantasy! I will never forget the feeling in my belly as I realised my sweet, innocent wife had actually been fucked by another man. For real! In our bed! A potent mixture of jealousy, love, revulsion and arousal washed over me and made my constrained erection even more painful. Losing control, I turned to Claire whose face was a picture of uncertainty and anxiety but I no longer cared. Grabbing her by the upper arms I pulled her body hard against mine and began to kiss her passionately on the mouth. After the initial shock she responded in kind and we kissed, mouths wide open, tongues entwined until our lips were numb, my erection pressed hard against her belly. And all the time, my hands were wildly groping her firm, fit body from the nape of her neck to her wonderful, tight buttocks. My heart pounded in my chest as I quickly and clumsily burst the buttons on her dress and dragged it off her shoulders and onto the floor. She was naked underneath. No panties. No bra. Her wedding ring now on a chain around her neck. I pushed her roughly back onto the rumpled, stinking bed and forced her legs apart with my knees, placing my body between them so show couldn't close her thighs. The smell of stale sex emanating from her vulva was overpowering. I put a firm hand on each knee and firmly pressed her legs even wider apart. She winced audibly. Kneeling between her open thighs I stared at my sweet innocent wife's vulva. A tear began to run from my left eye as the evidence hit me like a sledgehammer. There were two -- no three - knots of dried semen in her soft, sparse pubic hair, close to her slit. Her labia were very swollen and pink -- I felt a wave of jealousy pass through me as I thought of another man's cock plunging over and over into the warm, wet sticky passage that had hitherto known only mine. A white cord hung from between those puffy lips. Oh my God! I gasped, my eyes fixed on the tampon string. "You did it!" I said, amazed. Claire nodded sheepishly. "I thought you wanted it..." The perverted smile on my face must have strangely reassured her because her legs loosened a little around my waist. As she lay back on the bed, I half-stood and frantically unfastened my belt, lowering my trousers and pants to my ankles and releasing my throbbing erection. I knelt again between her open thighs and slowly, carefully, tugged the cord. Claire's face screwed up in pain as I pulled. "Sore?" I asked in a whisper. She nodded. I pulled much more gently, teasing the white wad from her tight passage until, with a strange 'popping' sound it fell from her lips onto the dirty sheet. I suppose I must have expected a gushing flow of semen from her red, sore hole because I felt oddly disappointed when none came. What did come was the most overpowering smell of sex I have ever encountered in my life. I instinctively pulled my head back making Claire start, but quickly lowered it again to show I was far from revolted. "It's all... still there... inside you...?" I hissed in amazement. Claire nodded. "From last night and this morning..." "Oh my God!" I rose up over her, my cock now hard as iron, pushing apart her labia with its tip. Claire winced with the soreness but I ignored her pain and thrust myself hard and deep into her sore, swollen, well used vagina. She gasped aloud as my pubic hair ground against her red, puffy lips. Their combined juices might not have leaked out when I removed the tampon, but they were certainly still inside her. To my surprise and delight, my hard, deep thrust was accompanied by a loud rasping noise as air and semen were forced out of her vagina by my rapidly incoming cock. Suddenly my lower belly and pubic hair were spattered with fine drops of Simon's semen as I paused, buried balls deep in my wife's beautiful body. "That's his sperm you feel inside me." Claire whispered in my ear, her voice hoarse and almost sluttish. "That's Simon's sperm making me pregnant!" "I know!" I said as I pulled back and then buried myself deep inside her again, hammering my body into hers. It felt incredible -- more lubrication than I had ever imagined possible; the overwhelming aroma of sex all around me. "When did he last fuck you?" "Five thirty this morning." "Oh God!" I began to thrust harder and harder into her body, churning her juices and her cousin's remaining sperm into a creamy froth at the base of my cock. Her pussy was looser than I remembered -- surely a result of the multiple penetrations it had enjoyed during the week -- but it took only minutes before with a grunt I added my own semen to the potent mix within her as I came noisily and messily in her wonderful, used body. Panting for air, I refused to take my cock from her. My arousal was so intense and complete that it stayed miraculously hard despite my ejaculation. I stared into her big beautiful eyes and her sweet face, trying to reconcile the angelic features beneath me with the stench of sex assaulting my nostrils. Claire's Cousin Ch. 01 "That was amazing! I've never cum so hard in my life!" I gasped. I knew Claire hadn't climaxed and deep down worried that her cousin's skill in bed had spoiled her now, but didn't dare say a word. Eventually I pulled out, my half hard cock accompanied by a thin stream of semen. We lay side by side holding hands for a long while, my head full of half formed images of my wife's undeniable infidelity. "Was it... what you wanted?" She asked me, her voice quiet and uncertain. In reply, I silently mounted her again, penetrating easily the hot, soggy mess that was her loose vagina, sliding into her easily and deeply. Having already cum once, I lasted a lot longer the second time, building up my thrusting carefully so as not to hurt her sore vulva. It felt as if her whole body was opening up for me, her legs splayed outrageously wide, her arms around my waist or on my buttocks. And my thrusting grew more forceful again. My mouth found hers as I pummelled her body, then found her neck and bit into her skin, drawing it into my mouth as if trying to mark her indelibly as mine. I felt her body dilate around me until finally I was fucking her as hard as I could, my body slamming into hers over and over until finally she did reach a choking, almost silent, wide-eyed climax along with my own and we both collapsed on the crispy, stained sheets before falling asleep, naked and sweaty. In the morning -- Sunday - we were woken by the sound of cartoons on the TV in the lounge. Claire slid close up to me in our disorganised, semen-encrusted bed. "Are you ok?" She whispered. I nodded. "No regrets, I hope? It's too late to change your mind now!" She asked. I kissed her lips softly, imagining that lovely sweet mouth wrapped around her cousin's shaft only twenty-four hours before. Our embrace broke and we lay side by side, me staring blankly at the ceiling, Claire stroking my chest with her fingertips, a massive dark love bite on the side of her neck. "I wasn't sure how you'd feel." She said softly. "I mean you were encouraging me -- urging me to do it -- telling me it wasn't adultery if you wanted it too - but I couldn't be completely sure you meant it!" "I wasn't entirely sure myself." I replied thoughtfully. "It was the most erotic fantasy I had ever even thought of... I'm not sure when it all became real..." "Can't you work it out?" Claire said with a cheeky grin on her face. I thought for a full minute, my fingers stroking her smooth back and sticky thighs. Suddenly it came to me. "Well, you're a very clever, very careful person... You were... testing me out, weren't you?" I asked. "Go on..." She teased. "I mean when you told me all the things you had done with Simon, you hadn't actually done them yet. You were telling me what you were planning or hoping to do to see how I reacted, right?" "Maybe..." "So when you said you'd accidentally kissed, you actually set up the accident on purpose afterwards! And when you said he'd fucked you, it was because you were going to seduce him later!" She grinned. "I needed to know if you really meant it. How you'd really react if you thought I had already been unfaithful to you -- whether you would change from urging me on to hating me!" I stared at the ceiling for a moment, my hand on my wife's flat tummy. "But you ARE all right about what happened in the end? You don't hate me now!" She asked a little worried. "I could never hate you." I insisted. "And as you say, I urged you to do it. I doubt you'd have gone all the way if I hadn't encouraged you so much." "And I did go all the way." She said. "Further than even I expected! " She looked rueful for a minute, her hand covering mine on her belly. "What if I'm pregnant?" She asked in a soft, low voice. "Do you think you could cope with it? You know how I feel about abortion!" Indeed I did know. It was one of things she felt most passionate about. I thought silently about it for almost a whole minute, my head spinning, before replying. "I think I can handle it. We wanted more kids anyway and it's not as if I didn't know..." It was Claire's turn to stop and think. "Our families will wonder what happened." She stated. "They know you had a vasectomy." "So do a lot of people!" I replied. "There will be quite a few eyebrows raised if he has knocked you up. We'll just have to lie. Say it failed... say... I don't know but we'll think of something." There was another long pause, the silence broken only by the muffled sound of cartoons on the TV before I finally plucked up the courage to ask the question to which I really feared knowing the answer. "Claire?" I asked cautiously. "I wondered how long it would take you to ask." She replied as if reading my mind. "You really want to know?" I nodded as I braced myself for the truth. "Well, Simon is young and fit and strong and has an amazing body. For a youngster he's surprisingly good in bed. He made me... oh, realise what I might have missed out on by staying a virgin so long, but..." "But?" "But love and experience are everything. I let him fuck me because I love you, as well as just for my own pleasure. That must make you understand how I feel about you." I lay back and smiled. It was better than I had feared. "Last night afterwards you were so... so... animal it was almost scary!" She continued. "It made me feel good that it brought you so much passion and pleasure. And besides, I make love with you and that's quite different from just fucking." She added. It was enough reassurance for me. It was more than I deserved. We lay together until we heard the sounds of the kids in the kitchen, squabbling. My mind picturing the millions of her cousin's tiny sperm still wriggling and swimming within my wife's lovely body, seeking the egg that just might be waiting. Eventually we rose and donned our bathrobes before going into the kitchen to make tea. It seemed strange to be acting so normally but after a while the practicalities of being a family began to take over. After breakfast with the kids -- in front of the TV as a special treat - we showered and dressed then went systematically through the house, cleaning up any evidence of infidelity we could find, starting by stripping the bed and opening all the windows to let the smell of stale sex escape. While the kids enjoyed an unexpected extra hour of morning TV, we cleaned up the stains around the house with warm water and detergents. Despite our best efforts, the marks on the sofa will remain a permanent reminder of Claire's infidelity -- at least until we have it re-covered. I wondered whether the stains would out-last the memories. Three Months later It's been three months since her cousin's visit, and Claire and I have had sex almost every day since -- at least when I've been home. We have grown even closer emotionally and our sex life is soaring away. Simon hasn't visited us again yet, but I have an idea that he and Claire will share a bed again one day soon -- with my blessing - especially after the baby is born. Oh yes, Claire did miss her period. A home pregnancy test and then her doctor confirmed that she is indeed pregnant. It can only be her cousin Simon's child growing inside her and there's no way she would even contemplate having a termination so we're going to have a fourth child in the house in a few months' time. We decided not to tell Simon about him being the father of Claire's child. Apart from the serious problems the revelation would cause with all our relatives, at this time in his life the boy needs the responsibility of a baby like he needs a hole in the head. And the last thing I need is a lot of well-meaning, sympathetic relatives telling me what a slut my wife is and how they knew it all along. So the new baby will officially be mine. We'll lie and tell everyone that he or she was born prematurely. I'm happy with that, on the whole. We can afford it and I love kids -- really I do. Claire is happy too and thinks she might want to get pregnant yet again afterwards. Maybe she will. You never know what might happen. I never expected to be a cuckold, still less to have been a willing participant on my own betrayal and I'm certain Claire never expected to be an adulteress. So we will soon be a family of six but why stop there? My mother was one of nine children and if my vasectomy reversal doesn't work we know where to go for help.