46 comments/ 67046 views/ 56 favorites Left Myself Logged In By: jontemple "I want to have some people over," Carrie said. It had been a while since we'd had anyone over. We had three kids, I had a demanding job, and I wasn't very outgoing to begin with. Carrie had organized get-togethers at least once a month... before we had kids. How long had it been? Almost a year I think. "Okay," I said. While I generally don't reach out to people and often don't know what to say to them, I'm usually not opposed to having them over if I'm not expected to be the only one talking with them. "Just 'okay'? You're gonna help, right?" "Of course. I'll get some food and set up." "Oh, and I'm gonna have to do everything else?" I wasn't even sure what 'everything else' entailed. We've had people over before, but Carrie has a way of doing things without drawing attention to herself, and then gets surprised when I don't know what she's done. Well, really I have a way of not noticing what other people are doing then they get annoyed when I don't know what they've done or, worse yet, think I've done as much as them when I haven't. I tried making a little deal with her. "You're the one asking for it, so it's your show. Tell me where to pitch in," I said. Sometimes me not just knowing what to do gets her angry, although I can't figure out why. But this time she smiled and said, "Okay. This will be fun!" The biggest challenge was getting the house ready. Without any recent visitors, we'd kind of let it go. I found myself reorganizing, vacuuming, and even dusting. Once she got me busy with that, she made up shopping lists and started contacting people we knew. And somewhere along the way she found a sitter that would watch everyone's kids in the back rooms. The day was upon us before we knew it. The last couple of days, she was frantic, and got a bit snappy here and there, but she apologized for that as the last hour started slipping away and everything that could be done had been done. Soon the first car pulled up and it was showtime. We ended up with about a half-dozen guests, a few people I worked with before I changed jobs, a few parents of kids that our kids played with. I put out food and drinks, she got conversations going, and all went well. She seemed to become more animated with Jordan, a former coworker of mine than with anyone else at the party... including me. I didn't think anything of it - I click more with some people than others, and couldn't blame her for doing the same. Plus, we'd been to a couple of his small get-togethers and the three of us all got along. He had dark, wavy hair cut short, he was a little taller than me, in good shape... you know, "good looking". Carrie and I were in our early thirties, I figured he was mid-twenties. He and I were both programmers, and he was a darned good one. Almost as good as me, plus he had a knack for bonding with non-techies and an intuitive understanding of them that I didn't. Anyway, I liked him, and it didn't surprise me that she did too. I saw her twirl her dark, straight hair while she smiled at him. I saw her put her hand on his shoulder while she was making a point. I wandered over, tried to join in their conversation, and got nowhere. I chatted with another former coworker about the merits of C# versus Java. Finally, I told Carrie that I was going to go outside for a while. This didn't surprise her; interacting with people, especially several people at once, wears me down after a while. She was cool with it as long as I came back within an hour and did all of the cleaning up. It was nice out. The cool air felt good against my skin, and the silence felt good throughout my body. The stars were out, although I could only see a fraction of the stars I'd be able to see if I were far away from civilization. Life was good. Exactly 59 minutes later, I headed back in. People had already started leaving, and those who were still there were clearly not staying for much longer. Carrie and Jordan and two other guests were chatting as they walked to the door, the other guests were saying they had such a good time, and all that jazz. Within 15 minutes, it was down to just me, Carrie, and Jordan. I went in the back to pay the babysitter. She was cute, but not nearly cute enough to lose Carrie or go to prison for (assuming I could have gotten anywhere with her to begin with, which seemed unlikely), so I gave her nothing but cash and sent her on her way. She headed to the door, exchanged a few pleasantries with Carrie, and was gone. I made a detour to the restroom before coming back out to the living room. I came back out and headed to the dining room to start cleaning up. I grabbed a few plates and put them in the sink, then went back for a few more when it occurred to me to wonder where Carrie was. Had she already gone to bed? I looked over into the living room, and there she was on the couch. With Jordan. Kissing him. I shook my head and looked again. I saw the exact same thing. What the hell? I walked over to the couch. They didn't notice I was there. What was I going to say? I thought for a few moments and went with "Hey, what's going on?" She broke the kiss and turned to me and said, "oh hey sweetie, we were just making out." Well, that was weird. I just looked at her. She went on, "You left yourself logged in the other day. I read those stories you like. And the one you wrote - it's really good, you ought to submit it. Anyway I know what you've been fantasizing about." Then she went right back to kissing him! That brought me up short. I had been reading - and, as she said, trying my hand at writing - erotic stories about unfaithful wives and the husbands who loved them anyway and sometimes watched them get fucked. I'd kept it a secret from her, because it seemed kind of weird and embarrassing for me to be turned on by that, and because having her actually do it might blow up in my face. So I really didn't know what to say. She was right about one thing. The idea of her with another man turned me on. Seeing her kissing him gave me pangs of jealousy - and the most intense erection I'd felt in months. Still, I wasn't sure about trying it in real life. So I gathered my thoughts, pushed through my embarrassment, and said, "yeah, but that doesn't mean it's a good idea to actually do it! It's just a fantasy!" She broke the kiss and told me, "if that's all it is, tell me to stop." Then she climbed into his lap, facing him, straddling him, and they resumed their make-out session. I opened my mouth to tell her to stop, just like she'd suggested... and no words came out. This was the most erotic thing I had ever seen in my life - and that was with both of them fully dressed. Well, she wasn't wearing shoes, but her shirt and her skirt were still in place. For now. I couldn't bring myself to stop them.... I had to see where this would go. After about a minute, I guess he figured I wasn't going to stop them. He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. She started playing with his hair. Not wanting to be completely left out, I lightly stroked the bottom of her foot. She flexed her toes, as if to say, "I know what you're doing and it feels good," but she was too busy to show any other reaction to it. She ran her hands up and down his sides and started flexing her hips back and forth. He ran his hands up and down her back a few times. Then he closed his fist, grabbing a handful of her shirt, and untucked the back of it from her skirt. Then his other hand slipped inside and directly stroked her back without the shirt in the way. She arched her back, reacting to his touch. He broke the lip-lock and lowered his head to kiss the side of her neck. She tilted her head in order to let him, then softly moaned as he found a nice sensitive spot there to kiss. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation for a while, then kissed him even harder when he raised his head again. I sat down next to them. Soon he upped the ante. He untucked her shirt completely, and stroked her sides nearly up to her armpits and back down to her waist under the shirt. It didn't take much of that for her to up the ante even more; she broke the kiss once more and raised her arms up high over her head. She looked at me for a moment, perhaps gauging my reaction, then looked back at him expectantly. He pulled the shirt up, revealing a black lacy bra that I hadn't seen her wear in months. I wondered how long she'd been planning this. Had she been planning to be with Jordan, or just planned to take someone and selected Jordan after she saw who she had to pick from? He got the shirt over her head and high enough so she could grab it, pull it the rest of the way off, and drop it into my lap. He ran his fingers up her spine until they found the clasp of her bra. About two seconds after that, he had it unhooked. She lowered her arms, waited for him to slide each bra strap off of the shoulders, then reached up with both hands and pulled the bra down her arms and handed it to me. We'd been married for almost 10 years, and I still couldn't tear my eyes away from her breasts. They were small, but really nicely shaped, and right now topped with swollen pink nipples surrounded by crinkled areolae. And most of all, they were hers. And incredibly, right now they were his! I had no idea how either of them would react if I tried to touch her. So I didn't. I waited and watched, part of me silently willing them to go further, part of me desperately wanting her to stop this. He took a moment to marvel at them as well, and since he'd never even seen them before, I wasn't the least bit surprised. Finally he reached out and ran his fingers over one of them, stroking and then gently squeezing it. Then he pinched that swollen nipple in between his fingers, and she moaned again. He lowered his head. She saw what he was doing, and leaned back to give him room. He opened his mouth and took her other nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it, then let it go and flicked it with his tongue. I could hear her breathing heavily. He went back to sucking on it, and she held the back of his head, playing with his hair and encouraging him to keep pleasuring her sensitive swollen nipples. She threw her head back and closed her eyes. Then opened them again and looked at me. She didn't say anything. I don't even know what my expression looked like to her. Her hands hadn't been idle. She had untucked his shirt, and was running his hands over his chest and sides under the shirt. As he continued pleasuring both her nipples and running his free had all over her upper body and then up her leg and under her skirt, her hunger grew until she was ready for more. She reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. There was enough room to unzip them too, so she did that and opened it up. She reached in and felt the bulge in his underwear and her face lit up like a kid's at Christmas! I didn't have a good view of what he had, but judging from her reaction, she seemed to think it was a really nice one. She used one hand to pull the waistband of his underwear away from his waist, and slipped the other hand inside. "Mmmmmm," she smiled as her fingers gently closed around his cock. Then "aaaaaah," as he reacted by biting down on her nipple. Then I heard a deep moaning sigh; I wasn't sure what caused that until I saw his arm had shifted more in front of him and deduced that the hand hidden her her skirt had moved from the outside of her thigh to the inside. There is a spot about two inches down that's really sensitive, and touching that spot makes her react like that. Then she kind of stiffened, maybe hesitating for a moment, then relaxed again and started whimpering. She stared breathing more loudly and turned to me and said "his finger is inside me... ooooooh!" Then she kissed him again. In less than a minute. her whole body twitched, her toes clenched, and I saw her have her first orgasm of the night. It wasn't a really big one, but then again it probably wouldn't be her last. When it subsided, she leaned against him and kissed him really sensuously, then kissed his neck, lifted his shirt, and gave him soft little kisses on his chest. She got out of his lap, sort of sliding down instead of climbing down, and ended up on her knees between his legs. She pulled down on the waistband of his pants; he got the idea right away and lifted his butt up and helped her peel his pants and underwear down. She got them down to his ankles an he kicked his shoes off and lifted his feet out of them. She pushed them to the side, which was good as I didn't particularly want her to hand his clothes to me. Now I could see just what made her light up earlier. I don't see a lot of cocks, not being particularly interested in them as a general rule, but this one was easily two inches longer and noticeably thicker than the one that was almost painfully erect in my pants. She just kind of stared at it for a little while then she looked at me. I looked back at her, wondering if she was going to say something. She didn't. Maybe she was daring me to stop her, maybe she was silently pleading with me not to stop her. I couldn't tell, but I could tell that she didn't want to stop. She glanced down at the bulge in my pants and, apparently satisfied that I (or at least my cock) didn't want her to stop, she turned back to him, pointed his cock more towards her then bent forward and moved her head towards it. Once she got close to it, she hesitated again. This was a big step... if she went through with what she was clearly contemplating, it wouldn't count as "just fooling around" anymore. Maybe Bill Clinton wouldn't call it sex, but both of us knew that it would be way different from anything they'd done so far. Finally she closed the distance and just lightly kissed it with closed lips. Then kissed it again. Then stuck her tongue out and just barely touched his cock with it and tentatively gave it a little lick. She smiled and, apparently satisfied that it didn't taste bad or anything, gave it a much less tentative lick. She pressed the flat of her tongue all the way down by the base, and licked upwards. She reached the tip, gave the tip a little kiss, and went back down to the base and once again gave it a good lick as if it were a tasty lollipop. After reaching the tip this time, she kissed it, then lowered her head and parted her lips, letting them slowly slide down the length of his shaft until they came to rest about halfway down. This was it. She was committed, at least to this stage. Slowly and sensuously she bobbed her head up and down. She let go of the base of his cock and lowered her head more, forcing more of it into her mouth. She couldn't quite reach the base before she made a little gagging noise and came back up. She didn't let him go with her mouth, but she never went down quite that far again. She started gently playing with his balls. Now the question was, would she finish him off like that or would they go further? He answered that question. He took hold of her head, guided it up and down for a little while, then pulled it away until his cock was completely out of her mouth. Then he reached under her arms and stood up, pulling her to her feet with him, and started unbuttoning her skirt. She helped him pull the skirt down over her hips until gravity took over. The front of her black lace panties were already noticeably wet. He looked her up and down, then tugged at the waistband of her panties. This time she didn't help him, just waited. He got them off her hips and let go, and they fell to the floor at her feet. She stepped out of them, twirled around, and said, "you like?" He nodded his head. Pulled her against him and kissed her, skin against skin, his cock pressed against her belly, sliding his hands up an down her back and then gently grabbing a handful of her bare ass. Then he took hold of her, guided her back to the sofa, and sat her down next to me. Now it was his turn to kneel down between her legs. He started at her swollen nipple again, and she made soft happy noises at that. Then he kissed his way down her stomach. Then lifted her legs, rested them on his shoulders, and lowered his head between her thighs. He slid a finger inside her. Then his tongue came out, went between her pussy lips, then slid upwards until she went tense again. Now that he'd found the spot, he closed his lips around it and started gently sucking while his tongue flitted over and across her no-doubt swollen clit. She reached down and played with his hair and held his head in place. Soon her breathing got ragged. Her legs squeezed shut, trapping his head between her thighs, and her arms and legs started twitching again. Her hips came up off the sofa and started working back and forth, her sexy little toes clenched, and her moans got louder than ever. This time he didn't let her come down right away, just kept right on pleasuring her and making her twitch and scream. Finally she pulled his head up, unable to take any more for the moment. She pulled him up further and kissed him and wrapped her legs around him! One of his hands slipped behind her back, the other went back to her delectable little breast. She seemed to be enjoying her own taste on his lips and tongue. There was now only one thing left that she had shared with me and me alone since we met. How much longer would that be true? Could I bring myself to stop them in time? Would she even stop now if I asked her to? Wait, was he inside her already? I couldn't see, but I figured she'd react in an unmistakable way, so I figured he wasn't. She broke the kiss and looked at me. This was it. Now or never. I opened my mouth... and again, no words came out. She smiled and got an excited look in her eyes as it dawned on her that I really was going to let it happen. Now I definitely couldn't bring myself to stop her; she would have been unbearably disappointed now if I did. She turned back to him and finally said those fateful words. "Fuck me." He raised himself up a bit, but the sofa was at an awkward height for that. So he said "lay down." She scrambled eagerly to comply, unwrapping her legs from around him, twisting sideways, laying her head down in my lap. She was now on her back, with her knees pulled up and apart, her arms out in front of her ready to embrace him, everything she had to offer on display for him. She didn't look at me again. I reached down and started playing with her hair; her only reaction was to tilt her head slightly in acknowledgment while she waited for him. She didn't have to wait long. He sat down at the other end of the sofa facing her and lowered himself into her waiting arms. She kissed him and wrapped her legs around him again, and this time she reached down between them until she had hold of his cock. He wasn't using any protection, and she wasn't on birth control, and she didn't seem to care in the slightest. She looked right into his eyes, positioned his cock so that its head was pressed up against her opening and held in place by it, then slipped her arms around him again. Then she took a deep breath, threw her head back, froze like that, apparently unable to scream or even exhale from the sensation of him finally penetrating her. I couldn't see exactly what was happening, but his butt was sinking lower and there was no question he was now inside her and sliding further in with each heartbeat. Then she suddenly exhaled a moan and used her arms and legs to hold onto him for dear life. Her breath was ragged, her moans were starting up again. Then he pulled out a bit and sank back down. And down. And down some more. "uuuuuggggggh!" then "ooooooh yeaaah!" And finally another deep breath and she hurriedly whimpered, "hoooly crap that thing's huge!" in one breath. Finally he stopped sinking, his hips were firmly nestled between her spread-open thighs, and he stayed there for a moment, all the way inside her. Then he kissed her again. Left Myself Logged In But not for long. She broke the kiss and started gasping for air. In between breaths she said, "fuck me!" again. He obliged. I saw his hips working back and forth, and then her hips started matching his rhythm, helping him into and out of her. Her nipples swelled and crinkled even more, and her whole upper body started turning bright red. Her moans got louder again, her breathing got heavier, she started chanting, "oh yeah fuck me fuck me just like that ohhhhh yeah." I could see the tension building up in her body. I'd never had such a good vantage point for that. Her arms and legs went rigid, then she went, "aaaahhh!!!" and her arms and legs twitched harder than ever. Her upper body did too. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her head tilted back. She clutched him to her again with her arms and legs, clenched her toes so hard they turned white, dug her nails into him, and screamed. And screamed. I wondered if she was going to wake up the kids. Just seeing that was pushing me toward the edge. As she bucked and twitched under him, her head brushed up against the bulge in my pants, and that proved to be too much for me. I felt my own cock pulse in my pants and then felt sticky warm wetness against my skin. He was doing far better, still going strong as he drove her through the most powerful orgasm I'd ever seen her experience. He never slowed down... she came down on her own, but only a little bit. He kept going and drove her back over the edge again. My cock softened for maybe 15 seconds, but now it was back fully at attention. He grabbed her legs and pulled them up, folded her almost in half, and rested her ankles on his shoulders. I took hold of her foot, the one nearest me, and started rubbing it while he fucked her again. He had picked up the pace; I could hear their bodies smacking together again and again. I played with her hair and her foot while she screamed, "YEAH FUCK ME FUCK ME!!" and he fully obliged her. I kissed her foot, felt it clench again, then let go to watch her enjoy more pleasure overwhelming her. She slipped her feet off of his shoulders and wrapped her legs around him again, using him for leverage, pulling their bodies together again and again. Then he tensed up a bit and said, "I'm gonna cum!" Oh my God he wasn't using any protection! She wasn't on the pill - she'd felt sick the whole time she tried it - and we always used condoms except when she was pregnant or trying to get pregnant. With him, she didn't even stop to think about it! She kissed him hard, locked her ankles together behind his lower back, and pulled him as far into her as she could and wouldn't let go. His body went rigid, his butt clenched, and he started moaning now. Squirting inside her. Filling her up with his seed. She let out one last long loud whimper and twitched and then went limp when he finished. He collapsed on top of her and kissed her and they just held each other for a while. I kept on playing with her hair... I don't know whether she noticed that or not, but I wanted to keep doing it. I loved her. Even though I'd just seen her give herself fully and eagerly to Jordan, I was still hopelessly in love with her. After several minutes the two lovers disentangled themselves and sat up on the sofa. I broke the silence and asked, "did you enjoy that?" "Ohhhh yes!" Then a pause. Then, "Are you sure you're okay with this?" "It's a little late to ask me that now!" I said, teasing her. "Well I kept looking at you to see if you wanted me to stop." That confirmed what all those looks meant. I wondered how much she meant them. I asked, "Would you have stopped if I'd asked you to?" It was her turn to say, "It's a little late to ask me that now!" She had me there. The smell of unprotected sex was filling the room, nearly the same as the last time I smelled it, a few days before she gave birth to our youngest. It was the smell of their combined fluids just starting to leak out of her. It was erotic and gut-wrenching at the same time, as it signified not just a fling but a possible baby between them! I asked, "when's your next period supposed to be?" "A couple of weeks... oh!" her face suddenly showed that she caught on to what I was thinking. "Yeah." "I swear to God I wasn't even thinking about that! I'd never been so worked up in my life I wasn't thinking straight!" That was supposed to reassure me? I wasn't even sure I believed it, and I couldn't make up my mind if it would be worse for her statement to be true or false. I had no idea what to say. After a bit of silence she shot back, "you know you could have thought of it too!" "I'm not trying to fuss with you. None of us completely thought this through." Now it was her turn to be quiet. Finally, "So, I guess I'm gonna be pregnant now." She brightened up and added, "If you want it to be yours, you better do me real good!" And with that, she got back onto her back. He got out of the way and sat on the nearby loveseat. I didn't have to be asked twice! I hurriedly fumbled my way out of my clothes and climbed on top of her and kissed her, put my mouth on her nipples (and tasted a hint of what had to be his saliva) and she finally said, "I'm still worked up from before, fuck me!" So I did. I slid into her more easily than ever; her pussy had stretched a bit to accommodate him and it was filled with his thick, slippery fluid. I had a hard time feeling much except that coating, thicker than any lube we'd ever tried but just as slick. But she worked her hips and squeezed down on me with her kegel muscles, and soon I was feeling her pussy walls and doing my best to pleasure them. My efforts bore fruit as, evidently still sensitive from before, she quickly found herself pushed over the edge again. Now I got to feel her claws digging into my skin, got to feel her body and legs twitch and see her arms twitch, got to hear her whimper and moan and breathe raggedly. I couldn't see her body's reaction nearly as well as I had before, but I could feel and hear it and I kissed her and kissed her some more and soon I was over the edge myself. I drove myself into her as much as I could, she wrapped her legs around me, and my fluid was soon mixing with Jordan's inside her. Even having come once already, I didn't last as long as he did. But I apparently lasted long enough. She went limp under me again, caught her breath, and kissed me again and told me she loved me. That made me feel warm and loved all over, especially seeing as how she never told Jordan that. Now the sex smell was stronger than ever. Weirdly unpleasant and erotic at the same time. After lots of snuggling and soft kissing, it was getting hot and sweaty for both of us so I rolled off of her and settled onto the floor. She struggled to her feet and headed for the bathroom, leaving us two guys alone and completely naked and more than a little uncomfortable. I decided that was the perfect time to answer nature's call myself in the other bathroom. She came out of the bathroom, he went in, and soon he was back and all three of us were gathered in the living room again, still naked but quiet and not quite sure where to go from there. I asked a question that had been on my mind before: "did you guys cook this up before the party? During the party?" He spoke up, "I didn't know anything about it. When the last of the others left, she said, 'Come sit down,' so I did. Then she nibbled on my ear! I said, 'hey Carrie, your husband's just in the next room!' She just went, 'He'll be okay with it,' and started kissing me! I was like, 'Okay, if you say so'... I'm really glad she was right!" I answered, "I'm glad she was right too! We hadn't arranged any of this beforehand. In fact, before tonight, she seemed to be completely opposed to any sort of 'arrangement' like that!" She put in, "well, I still don't think I'd be able to handle it if you slept with another woman" I shot back, "well look at Miss Double Standard here!" "This was your fantasy!" she countered. "You certainly seemed to enjoy it yourself!" "Oooooh yes..." her face went dreamy again as she remembered. Then she leaned against him on the sofa and kind of looked at him. He put his arm around her and let his hand rest on one of her breasts. None of us had yet touched on where we'd go from here, whether she'd want to get together with him in the coming days, whether I'd be okay with it, whether I'd want to be there or be okay with them being alone, none of that. I wasn't sure how to approach that at all, although I knew now that I wasn't going to object to them having more flings like that. Well, almost like that. I said, "can you do me one favor? Seeing y'all go at it like that and take that kind of chance was sexy as hell. But in real life, I don't want y'all to make a baby together for real! Can you use protection from now on unless you get pregnant again and at least not try to make a baby with him? More than you already have?" She turned away from him and told me, "OK, go get the condoms." "What, now? You're up for it again??" She and I rarely went twice, and never more than that in one session. "You guys taking turns with me and watching me like that is like the hottest thing ever! Seriously... go get the condoms!" Then she kissed him again. And wrapped her hand around his growing cock. He started flicking her swelling nipple with his thumb. I was clearly in a race against them. I pulled myself up to my feet and ran naked to the bedroom. I hurriedly opened the drawer to the nightstand and found... an empty condom box! I threw everything out onto the floor and saw nothing else but some junk and a few empty condom wrappers! I ran back into the living room and started hunting for my clothes, saying, "we're out... I've got to go get some more!" She was breathing heavily; he had two fingers inside of her. "Sweetie, by the time you get back it'll be too late!" (pant) "Remember, hottest thing ever?" (pant) "Besides," (pant) "he went in like two inches deeper than you," (pant) (pant) "baby's probably his." I dropped the shirt I had picked up, unable to argue with her logic. Now that she had no reason to wait, she climbed into his lap, grabbed his cock and positioned it, and sank down on it. She used her legs to slide up and down, almost sliding off of his cock, then sinking back down and impaling herself on it, over and over. She started off more quickly than he had done the first time, apparently no longer having any trouble accommodating him. Soon she switched it up, working her hips back and forth, grinding his cock against the walls of her pussy, feeling it pleasuring spots no one else had ever touched before. He pinched and tweaked her nipple with one hand, and used the other one on her butt to help her keep just the right rhythm. Then he brought that hand around between her legs, and found her clit just above where he was impaling her. Flicking it with his thumb made her grip his arms and curl her toes and work her hips harder than ever. I really should have closed the doors to the kids' bedrooms; she got loud as she started twitching again and said, "yes FUCK ME FUCK ME GOD YES!" She threw her head back and cried out some more before going limp in his lap and putting her head on his shoulder. He was still rock hard inside of her. When she had caught her breath, he asked, "you wanna take this to the bedroom?" She nodded and he helped her off of his cock and on to her feet, then lifted her off the ground. She wrapped herself around him again and he carried her like that to our bedroom. He laid her down across the bed with her ass right at the side edge of the bed (on my side, although I doubt he knew that) and squatted a bit while still standing up and slid right back into her. He adjusted his position repeatedly, changing the angle and hitting different spots inside her. He started pounding her hard; I could hear their bodies slapping together, I could see her hair soaked with sweat and her whole upper body turned bright red. I could hear her screaming again with delight and overwhelming, almost unbearable pleasure. Finally, I saw him tense up again and she must have felt it too, felt his cock expand inside her as it got ready to fill her up, because she shouted, "OH YES SHOOT IT INSIDE ME! KNOCK ME UP AND GIVE ME YOUR BABY!! UUUUUUUUGGGHH!!!!!" He wasted no time complying with her wishes, holding his throbbing cock as far into her as he could possibly get it, firing his DNA directly into my wife's belly and doing his best to plant a baby there. He stayed inside her for at least five minutes, watching her go from frantic and screaming to relaxed and dreamy. I got onto the bed an kissed her while he was still inside her. She slipped her hands around my head and whispered, "thank you," and kissed me again. Once he let go of her and stepped away, I asked, "you really want his baby?" She looked away. "It's too late to worry about it. And at the moment it was exciting. But... is it going to be okay?" I still loved her. If she really wanted his baby... then, incredibly, I wanted her to have it. Besides, he was a smart guy. He was just as well positioned as I was to help address the problem of idiots out-breeding the rest of us. He even had social talents that I lacked that would probably be useful for the baby. But rationalize as I might I just couldn't give her a green light to keep trying for a baby with him indefinitely. At least not without her flat out asking me to, which she hadn't yet. I said, "if it turns out to be his, well, we'll do just like the others and bring it home and love it and take good care of it. And I'll still love you. But if you dodge the bullet tonight, I want to put the baby in you. And tomorrow I'm getting condoms and I want you guys to use them after that, just in case you weren't fertile tonight. Promise me that." "OK. I promise." He spoke up, "I'm real sorry if I caused any trouble between you. Y'all have something special and I didn't want to ruin it." I answered, "As she said, it's too late to worry about it now. None of us thought this through." I stuck out my hand and he shook it. Then I said, "I mean it about not taking any more chances after I get those condoms tomorrow." "No problem." And I realized that we had just assumed and accepted that they were going to get together and have sex even after tonight. The thought made me harder than ever. She looked at me, and she looked at him. Then she turned to me and sweetly asked, "can he stay over?" Wow. I was starting to get worried. Stay over? She'd gotten fucked three times and didn't seem hungry for more at the moment... but she wanted him to sleep over? Even without lust driving her? I didn't say anything. Then she batted her eyes at me and in a little-girl voice said, "Please???" I couldn't say no to that. She knew it. I gave in with, "mmmmm...... okay" She threw her arms around me and said, "thank you sweetie I love you," and kissed me. Then she turned to him and asked, "would you like to stay over?" He looked at me. I nodded my head. Then he turned back to her and answered, "I'd love to." She got up and straightened the covers, which were in a big pile on one corner of the bed. Then climbed into the middle of the bed, got under the covers, patted either side of her and said, "bedtime, guys!" I got on my side, and he got on the other side. We both rested a hand on her, I was kind of rubbing her belly and I think he was too and she just firmly said, "I'm getting a little sore, it's time to sleep." So we did. I was awakened by her moaning and the bed gently moving. He was spooning her from behind, slowly working his cock in and out of her. She was holding on to me and squeezing me as those feelings built up in her again. I kissed her. I kissed her again. She kissed me back more frantically as he drove her toward her ultimate release. I loved her so much. She wanted this, really really wanted this, and therefore I wanted her to have it. Simple as that. Finally she broke the kiss, screamed, twitched, and dug her claws into me. "UUUUUUUUGHHH!!!!" That scream went directly into my ear, and it was painful for that reason. "OOOOH yeeeaaahhhh," she slowly came down in that sweet release. She scrambled to her hands and knees, inviting him to take her from behind, and pulled the blanket away from my long-since hardened cock and lowered her mouth onto it. I had never felt her mouth pleasure me as intensely as it was doing right now. He was starting to pick up the pace again, fucking her while I bucked my hips and worked my cock into and out of her mouth. Her moans and her words were muffled by her mouth being full of cock. He pulled her hair, which caused her to let go of my cock and cry out, "YEESSS!!! HURTS SO GOOD!!!!" Then he let go and she went back to pleasuring my cock while he used his cock to pleasure her pussy deep inside. It quickly became too much for me and I stiffened and warned her I was coming. She kept going and then swallowed every last drop as quickly as I fired it at her throat. Then he pulled her hair again, and she let go of my cock again. I held her hand and she squeezed it as hard as she could as he started pounding my sweetie's pussy, giving her hair and her pussy that exquisitely delicious bit of pain that heightens pleasure. And then he grabbed her hips and pulled her against him hard and went rigid, and she got to feel him squirting her insides again, hitting the very back of her pussy with his warm sticky seed. And not a moment too soon... the moment he slipped out of her, we could hear our youngest start to whine from his bedroom. She struggled to her feet, ran out to the living room, threw on her clothes, grabbed ours and tossed them into our bedroom, and went to check on the little ones. We didn't say anything until we were both dressed again, then I told him, "she really seemed to enjoy that, didn't she?" "Yeah... I really hope it's still okay." "Yeah, it's still okay. I just can't bring myself to say no to her when she wants something that bad." "You seemed to enjoy it too." "Yes, I did. So there were two factors coming together to make me okay with this. Stop worrying." After a little more talking, he took his leave and was gone. That wasn't the last time they got together, not by a long shot. And they did use condoms every time until she showed us the positive pregnancy test a couple of weeks later. Not that those condoms made any difference; we did end up with his child. A delightful little girl we named Lisa Jordan. None of us has any regrets about that. Carrie and I are still together, and having more sex - with each other - than we've had since her first pregnancy. She sleeps with Jordan about once a month now, and she's had a couple of other guys in our bed, but mostly it's just the two of us. But I now make sure to always keep the nightstand well-stocked with condoms... you never know what's going to happen!