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Adventures in Rosieland Ch. 01

By: SteveGx



Let me give you a little background on ourselves. I am 5' 9" and medium build, my wife Rosie is 5' 7", blonde, slimmer than me with nice 36D breasts and a killer pair of legs. We have never swung, nor have we ever cheated on each other. We have watched lots of porn though and she knows I've fantasised about her fucking another man.

Due to a misspent youth and from smoking a lot of pot, my swimmers aren't as good as they should be, plus I suffer from performance anxiety, probably from punching well above my weight. Thanks to this though, I'm good with my mouth and hands, and I also have a prescription for little blue pills.

Now, a few years ago, my wife and I were invited to my company Christmas party up North. John, a work buddy of mine, offered to put us up as his place for the night so we could share the cost of a taxi and also keep him company while his wife was at her Christmas do down south. As he only had a single bed in the guest room, he offered to sleep in there and let us have their bed, naturally we protested, we've spent many a night cuddled up in a single bed before, but John was having none of it.

The journey down to the venue was uneventful, we chatted about work and who would be at the party, all while John was doing his best to not talk to Rosie's breasts. He did rather well too, considering the low cut top she was wearing.

At the party we stayed in our little group, occasionally mingling with co-workers and their spouses, and dancing when the music was right. The champagne was flowing well too, as the CEO was flexing the company credit card.

When we got back to John's, we said our goodnights and went to our respective bedrooms.

Rosie jumped out of her clothes and in to bed. I followed suit, keeping my boxers on, thinking that, because we were at a friend's house, having not taken my Viagra and knowing the effect booze has on my libido, she wouldn't be in the mood. How wrong I was!

She started by whispering in my ear, "Steve, that champagne has gone to my head, I'm feeling horny." 

Stroking my cock through my boxers, trying to coax it into life, I turned on to my back as she disappeared under the duvet and swung her leg over my head. Taking my limp cock in her mouth and using her tongue under the head, she backed up so I could lick her pussy. Rosie's clit was swollen and inviting as I sucked and flicked it with my tongue, building her up to a slow, rolling orgasm.

One of the things that really turns me on, is hearing Rosie cum. My penis, through her oral ministrations, and listening to her orgasm, was raising its head to, what I thought, was a rather impressive length.

Rosie though, had forgotten we weren't at home, raised her head from my cock and came, screaming that she was cumming as my finger found her g spot and I licked her clit forcefully.

I was sure that we'd closed the bedroom door but, as I released her clit and turned my head to check, I could see the door standing ajar and in the gloom of the hallway, John stood with his erect penis in his hand. He hadn't seen me looking though as his attention was focused on my alluring wife, who was currently oblivious and bucking with wild abandon as my fingers massaged her pussy to another climax and her breasts bounced in the dim light.

"I need that cock now Steve!" She cried on the brink of another orgasm. 

With the shock of knowing that John was watching, my penis had started its journey down to softness again. Rosie knew this, but didn't know of our voyeur, so I asked if she'd like to be satisfied by another cock?

"Fuck yes!" She said, thinking I was fantasising just trying to make it rise again, "But we can't wake him!"

I waved him in. At first he was shocked, as was Rosie, but he entered the room and Rosie was still buzzing from the champagne and her last orgasm. She eyed up his cock, licked her lips and said "Come here, big boy." She got up as he approached the bed shyly, his hard penis leading the way. I was still on my back as she lowered herself to my face and took John in her mouth. I carried on licking and fingering her back to the peak of orgasm but she needed more, she needed cock and she needed it now!

Rosie let go of John's cock. The thin string of saliva and pre-cum joining her lips to his manhood, broke as she turned around and knelt on the bed, offering her pink and swollen pussy to him. She resumed her skilful sucking on my penis as John went to enter her from behind. "Don't cum in me!" she said, "I'm not on the pill and I think it's my fertile period." 

"I'll grab a condom." he said, but she was swallowed by lust and pleaded to be fucked immediately. Not one to turn down an opportunity he ploughed, unprotected into her wanton pussy.

"Fuck! It's so big!" She squealed as he entered her effortlessly and she came after a few strokes. Hearing her cum on another man's cock, my own penis sprang to life and she gobbled it greedily as John's cock relentlessly fucked her.

John was trying not to cum and she must have sensed it was close because she straightened up, letting John fall out of her pussy and my now hard cock from her grasp.

We tried anal once, but she wasn't too keen on it. She did however; own a slim vibrator that I'd use in her bum whilst I looked after her pussy. Now though, she said she'd like to try something more adventurous. Her arse was well lubricated with saliva, as was my cock and she lowered herself apprehensively on to it, pausing as my head touched her ring, she impaled herself on my throbbing member. John took his queue and, as Rosie leaned back with me underneath, he pushed his unsheathed penis slowly into her waiting cunt.

It was unlike anything I'd felt before. I could feel him penetrating her pussy through the walls of her anus. His head rubbing against mine through the gossamer thin lining of her entrance. Aroused like never before, I made hardly any movements, yet my cock began to pulse as he fucked my wife slowly. Rosie felt it too and she started to cum as I emptied myself into her bowels. She also felt John start to pull out and, overcome by desire, wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper as he erupted into her womb.

Exhausted, we lay there, entangled, catching our breath as the enormity of what we'd just done sank in.

John broke the spell first, removed his spent penis from my wife's swollen pussy, kissed her cheek and went to the guest room.

Rosie climbed off me, went to the en-suite, sat on the toilet and started sobbing.

I followed her in but she stopped me with a look. "What have we done?" She asked. "That just wasn't me! I can't believe that was me! What was I thinking? What were WE thinking?"

"We just got caught in the moment love!" I said, "It all happened so fast and we got so horny that..."

"I could be pregnant!" She cried, "I don't know what came over me? He started to pull out but I stopped him!"

"If you are then we'll just have to live with it" I said. "You've always wanted children and my sperm is just too bloody lazy to give you them. On the plus side, John and I are similar, people mistook us for brothers at the party. We'll get through this."

"Do you think so?" She implored. 

"Of course we will." I said. "We've been through worse and got out unscathed".

She hugged me fiercely, I hugged her back.

"You go back to bed, I'll be in in a sec" she said.

Two minutes later she was back under the covers and her arm snaked around me, holding me close.

I was woken in the morning by the sound of running water. Rosie was in the shower, singing softly to herself. I stayed on my side, dozing, listening to my wife when the bedroom door opened.

"Steve, are you awake mate?" John whispered. "I've left my toothbrush in the bathroom!" I feigned sleep. He tiptoed around the bed, looked at me, then tiptoed to the bathroom door. He stayed still in the doorway for a moment, mesmerised by my wife's gorgeous frame. She jumped when she saw him. "Sorry Rosie." he said "forgot my toothbrush."

"It's not all you've forgotten." she replied.

"Yeah, sorry. Steve was asleep so I thought I'd just grab it quick without you noticing."

"Well, I've noticed you now" she said coyly. "Someone else seems to have noticed too!" She pointed to the tent in his boxers. "Steve will probably be asleep for another half hour, why don't you point that thing somewhere useful?"

I couldn't believe it! Was my wife seducing him? I turned over quietly to see but the door had been closed.

I crept as silently as I could to the door, the running water and my wife's moans masking my approach, hoping for a glimpse of their coitus.

I pushed the door slowly. Through the gap in the door frame I could see her bent over, gripping the sides of the bath as John expertly pounded her from behind. "Fuck me. Harder. Oh God!!!. Fuck me, FUCK ME!!!!" She screamed brazenly, seemingly not caring about the husband she'd left asleep on the bed. 

"I'm going to cum!" He shouted. 

"Cum in me!" She screamed, "Fill me, fill me, cum in meeeeeee, oh! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Yes!" She cried as he shot his second load into her married, fertile pussy.

My cock was rock hard as I climbed back into bed, listening to them panting after their session.

He left the bathroom with his toothbrush and returned to the guest room.

My wife came out of the bathroom with a towel around her hair and her pussy, puffy from a fresh fucking and leaking her lover's sperm. "I know you heard that!" She said "I need finishing off and I don't want to waste that hard on!" She climbed on to the bed and straddled my waist. My cock penetrated her folds as she rocked herself gently at first then, as she came hard, grinding her pussy down onto my painfully throbbing member.

We lay cuddling as John entered the room saying that he needed to pick Sheila up from the station. "We'll get breakfast ready then." Rosie said, "It'll be nice for her to come back to a fry up."

We got showered, dressed and plated up the breakfast as Sheila walked in the door. 

We sat chatting, not mentioning the threesome and possible breeding of Rosie, when John said that it would be nice to have us up again, Sheila said that that would be lovely as she had spent hardly any time with Rosie and knew they would be great friends.

Two years later and Beatrice is the spitting image of her mother, although I'm often told that the dark hair is the same as mine. It could be too, I did fire quite a lot of my little swimmers up there in the weeks following, thanks to my fantasy come true. We've never and will never have a paternity test as I love my little girl as if she were my own, whomever the father is.

We still go up to see Beatrice's Aunty Sheila and Uncle John every so often, but nothing like the previous events have ever unfolded since. Although I'm sure John would like another turn with my wife, we've never had enough champagne to get Sheila in a fizzy mood!

Maybe next time we'll take Tequila?

Sx

Adventures in Rosieland Ch. 02



It was coming up to one of those glorious long August weekends. Beatrice is three now and was spending a couple of weeks with my parents in a cottage on the coast, leaving us to our own devices and looking forward to a little quiet time to ourselves. 

John and Sheila, also with the weekend off, suggested that they come down to ours, spend the weekend and do some sightseeing together, I replied that it'd be a great idea, Rosie hinted to me that John may have been looking to get his wicked way with her again. In the three years since Bea's birth, John has wanted to fuck Rosie again, but he's never been given the chance. Plus, although she's open minded, Sheila would probably freak out if she knew her husband had been unfaithful with her friend.

Saturday came, Sheila and John with it, so early afternoon we dropped their bag in the guest room and headed off out for lunch and a bit of shopping around town.

After being dragged between clothing and shoe shops for five hours, John and I agreed that a quiet night in with some wine and a bit of telly would be better than traipsing down to the local pub, which could get quite rowdy on a Saturday night. Although normally a party animal, Rosie's feet were throbbing, so we stopped by a supermarket, grabbed a wine box or two and something nice for dinner, and headed home.

So far, nothing eventful had happened. John flirted harmlessly with both Rosie and Sheila, his wife rolling her eyes and shaking her head with some amusement at some of the things he came out with. 

"He's always like this when I let him out of the house." Sheila said to me quietly. 

"I can hear you two calling me you know?" John smirked, "She doesn't let me out that often, so I don't get to meet many members of the opposite sex."

"Lucky for them!" Rosie replied, earning a harrumph from John.

Over dinner, the conversation flowed naturally along with the wine.

Alone in the kitchen, Rosie asked me to take it easy with the wine and to alternate it with water. Thinking I was in for a quiet shag while our guests were sleeping, I agreed, put the wine box back in the fridge and returned to the lounge.

Rosie and Sheila had bought matching PJ's and wanted to model them for us. Both John and I changed into t-shirts and jogging bottoms. Altogether, not a flattering look, but it wasn't like Vivienne Westwood was coming for supper to judge us on our attire.

We decided on a game of Trivial Pursuit before the film, although we weren't sure whether to go with couples vs couples or girls vs boys, so Rosie said she'd write down our names on bits of paper and Sheila could pick one out of a hat. As luck would have it, Sheila picked out my name, although later Rosie told me she'd written my name on every piece and luck had nothing to do with it. 

Rosie sat with John on the settee while I sat on the armchair with Sheila sat on the floor resting against my legs. Rosie and I took turns refreshing our friends wine glasses during the game, which they won, so we settled down to watch the film.

Sitting sideways on the armchair so Sheila could lean against it, I reached down to grab my glass, accidentally brushing my hand against Sheila's breast. I apologised immediately but she didn't seem bothered and just shifted slightly. Rosie asked John if he needed more wine and she disappeared into the kitchen to refill their glasses. 

She was taking her time when I heard her rummaging in the medicine box, probably looking for the paracetamol. "Oh well." I thought, "There goes my nookie later!" But she reappeared with a mischievous grin, plonked herself on the settee and swung her legs onto John's lap. 

"Rub my feet John," she asked as she wiggled her toes at him, "My feet are still sore from that shopping." He obliged, and Rosie settled back into her cushion. She loves having her feet rubbed, and I was sure she was breathing heavier as he massaged her soles, but maybe I'd just imagined it because my heart was beating faster.

Two minutes later, obvious, at least to me, that she was aroused, Rosie asked Sheila if her glass was empty, she answered yes, so Rosie told me to refill Sheila's glass and grab the popcorn. Popcorn? I wondered as I entered the kitchen. We hadn't bought any popcorn! I placed the glasses on the counter and turned to the fridge. Turning back to the counter I noticed a piece of paper, on it was a familiar blue pill and my wife's distinctive handwriting: 

"Take this! You didn't see how Sheila's nipples reacted when you 'accidentally' touched her tits you naughty boy!" So that's why she took so long before! "I think she may be ready! I know I am!!" She'd written.

I took the pill, binned the note and returned to the lounge. Rosie looked at me and winked as I placed the glasses on the floor and resumed my position on the armchair. "There's no popcorn love" I said as I reached down for my glass again. This time, as my hand passed Sheila's bosom, she reached across and took it. 

"Your hands are so soft Steve," she whispered as a man ran across the screen for some reason or other, I wasn't thinking clearly when she pressed my hand to her left breast and I squeezed it gently. 

"It's not fair when your wife gets her feet rubbed and you're not paying me any attention!" She purred. I looked across at Rosie, John was rubbing her feet with one hand, whilst the other crept up her legs, which were parted provocatively. I could see a damp patch on the light grey material of her bottoms, her eyes were closed as she slid slowly down the sofa towards him. As he gently touched her pussy through the thin material, she breathed in deeply and let out a long satisfied sigh.

Sheila was watching too as I caressed her breasts, and her hand absent mindedly touched her own mound. I wasn't quite sure what to do as Rosie lifted her hips and pushed her pyjama bottoms down. John seeing access to his prize, slipped his finger into her and continued his ministrations. 

Sheila turned her head to me, said dreamily "Mmmm, that looks like fun!" and pulled me towards her. Our mouths found each other as we locked in a passionate kiss; my hand left her bosom, caressed her flat belly and found its way under the waistband of her PJ's.

I stroked her labia, and parted her slightly to rub her clit gently. Removing my hand from her pants, I broke our kiss to suck my finger, tasting the sweetness of her sex. Guiding Sheila onto the armchair as I knelt on the floor, pulling her bottoms down as I did so; she sat on the edge of the cushion and placed her legs over my shoulders, almost forcing me towards her waiting, eager pussy.

I heard my wife, oblivious to our cavorting, cry out as an orgasm took her, but she was forgotten as my tongue parted Sheila's lips, found her clitoris and delved into her musky depths. Her thighs clamped tight to my head as she came, covering my face in her juices and then trying to pull me in deeper with her lust for more pleasure. As she relaxed from her orgasm, releasing me from her grip and allowing me to breathe, we noticed that Rosie and John were missing. The rhythmic thumping of the king size bed in our room, and the sounds of Rosie's gasping with each thrust, gave them away.

"They must have been eager?" Sheila said, 

"They did have a head start on us!" I replied. 

"He's always been a bit quick though," she mused, "I usually have to finish myself off when he's asleep! I prefer to build up to it." she continued, "A bit like you do with Rosie." I felt myself blush, "Oh she talks about you! How you go down on her for ages, licking and sucking and touching. I've always felt a bit jealous to be honest!" 

"Well..." I started, but she stopped me with a kiss. I unbuttoned the rest of her top and pushed it from her shoulders where it joined her pants on the floor. As we embraced I could hear Rosie cumming again and my penis rose to life. Taking hold of it gently and leading me to the sofa, Sheila sat me down and pushed me backwards. I could smell Rosie's scent on the cushion as Sheila lowered her mouth to my cock and I reached down and massaged her glistening pussy, slipping my fingers in deeper to connect with her g-spot. She climbed onto the sofa and backed her pussy to my waiting tongue, a finger still working her g-spot as I flicked and sucked her swollen clit.

They seemed to be cumming in unison; Sheila groaned around my straining penis as Rosie cried out again and again, her screams muffled by the walls and the pillow I imagined she was being driven into as John ploughed her from behind.

After Beatrice was born, Rosie started taking the pill. We still didn't know who the father was and neither of us really cared, but she didn't want to risk me knocking her up again, just in case. Sheila on the other hand, couldn't take the pill, and relied on condoms with John. As the noise in the bedroom subsided however, protection was the last thing on Sheila's mind as she lowered herself onto my cock. 

She was tighter than Rosie and I could feel her cunt muscles rippling over the veins of my straining member, gasping as our groins touched and she started to fuck me slowly. My hands caressed her breasts and tweaked her nipples. Her hands, on my chest, steadying herself as she rocked herself to orgasm, trembled as she fucked me, slowly, her pace quickening as she came and collapsed on top, breathing heavily.

She stood, her legs unsteady, and sat back down on the sofa. I swung her around as she reclined, a cushion at the small of her back raising her hips slightly, allowing me to enter her slick pussy easily. I kissed each erect nipple, flicking them gently with my tongue as I fucked her leisurely. Letting my penis slide all the way out, then parting her lips as I re-entered, she started to cum again, a more intense orgasm than the last. Her feet, at first resting on my bum cheeks, drove me deeper as her orgasm took hold, her hands grasping at my back as she screamed and I released my load into her. 

Panting heavily, we sat back, my cum dribbling slowly from her pussy and my spent cock.

"Wow!" She said. 

"Yeah!" I replied, too breathless to form coherent sentences yet.

"Cup of tea?" Said a voice from stairs. 

Startled, Sheila and I looked around; we saw Rosie holding her favourite vibrator and heard snores reverberating from the bedroom.

"He was off, pretty much as soon as we'd finished." Rosie said, "I heard you two still going, so I thought I'd have a sneaky peek while I played with Roger here!" She held the vibrator aloft, "God that was hot! But I could do with a cup of tea now."

So, we chatted over a cup of tea and went to bed. Rosie climbed in behind John, me behind Rosie and Sheila behind me. 

What happened in the morning is another story.

What happened nine months later you can probably guess already.

Sx



Adventures in Rosieland Ch. 03



I was vaguely aware of the bed rocking. Rosie sometimes wakes up horny and, not wanting to wake me because I'm not a morning person; she'll use one of her toys. It wasn't Rosie though; I had my arm around her still. 

The soft moaning wasn't hers either, but it did stir my loins. Surely the Viagra should have worn off by now, but here he came, creeping up between my belly and Rosie's bottom as we spooned on the bed. Rosie stirred, pushed her bum closer to my hardening cock, enveloping it with her warm cheeks and humping it gently. "Morning, soldier" she whispered to me as the moans became louder and the rocking more pronounced. On the other side of the king size bed, Sheila was trying to be quiet as she came, burying her face in John's shoulder to muffle her cries. 

Rosie was touching herself, she removed her finger and placed it on my lips, I kissed it, inhaling her and John's scent from last night's frolic. "Reach into my drawer and pass me the big pink one. The thin silver one and the lube too" she whispered conspiratorially. I did as I was told and handed her the toys. She lay on her back and inserted her favourite vibrator into her pussy, groaning as she did so. She flicked the switch and started fucking it as I moved to her breasts, caressing and sucking her stiff nipples with my tongue.

John and Sheila shifted on the other side of the bed, turning over towards us so Sheila could ride him, pushing his cock deeper into her, making her gasp as she took control and abandoned any pretence of keeping quiet.

She glanced at Rosie, eyes closed as she played with the vibrator, her short, sharp breaths announcing her approaching orgasm. Both women came in a cacophony of lustful moaning that made my cock ache, yearning for a taste of pussy.

Rosie came down from her orgasm. Sheila was still impaled on John's hard member, resting her hands on his chest, bent slightly forwards. 

Getting up on her knees and grabbing the slim, silver vibrator, Rosie covered it with lube and gently placed it at the entrance of Sheila's anus. Sheila recoiled slightly, earning a satisfied moan from John as her cunt muscles tightened around his cock, then she relaxed and allowed Rosie to insert the vibe slowly into her bum. She gave Sheila a few moments to get used to the strange object, then she turned it on and started fucking her arse with it. John, excited by the vibrations through the walls of her vagina, started moving under her, Rosie kept up the pace as her friend started moaning, enjoying the sensation of having both holes filled. The vibrator was tapered at the end so it couldn't get "lost", so when Sheila straightened up, bucking harder on John's cock, Rosie let go of it and looked at my penis, standing proudly to attention as I stroked it. I shuffled closer to her on my back and she mounted my straining cock, facing Sheila.

Sheila was in the midst of another intense orgasm, John trying his best to hold off his own as She slammed down onto him, grinding her pubis into his groin he could hold it no longer and exploded into her. She screamed "YES!" just once and then let out a long, satisfied breath as his penis continued to pump into her. 

Rosie, only just getting started, reached her hand over to Sheila's face and brushed her cheek lightly. She pulled her head closer and kissed Sheila on the lips. A long, lingering kiss that, as I felt Rosie's pussy spasm around my cock, intensified. As her orgasm closed in and the women seemed to be trying to devour each other, Rosie came hard. They broke the kiss as Rosie threw her head back, screaming "Yes, yes, yes, fuck, harder, fuck, YES!", I flooded her womb with cum. The release triggered another orgasm for Rosie and we collapsed in a sweaty heap. The aroma of our juices permeated the room and I inhaled them deeply, savouring Rosie's familiar smell and the new one's we'd created. 

John got up to use the bathroom and Sheila removed the vibe from her bottom, the batteries nearly flat. "That was sooo good!" Sheila exclaimed. She lay facing Rosie and kissed her lips lightly. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard before". Rosie caressed the other woman's breasts, lost in thought until her thumb rubbed across Sheila's hard nipple. Sheila was looking at Rosie with a lust so obvious it could have burned through the mattress. Rosie took Sheila's nipple in her mouth and flicked it gently with her tongue. Sheila responded, reached out and rubbed Rosie's nipples tentatively at first, then becoming bolder, stroking her breasts. Rosie came up for air and Sheila kissed her lips, moving slowly down her neck towards her breasts, down through her stomach to Rosie's glistening pussy. 

Sheila had experimented with girls before. There was one memorable moment at Guide camp with four of them in a tent, but it was nothing like this. Rosie's alluring scent was intoxicating as Sheila licked the length of her slit, tasting both mine and John's cum mixed with Rosie's juices, her tongue delved into Rosie's folds, flicking her clit. Rosie arched her back as her friend's tongue explored her vagina, she held her breath as her pussy was massaged and Sheila's fingers joined in. I moved behind Sheila and fingered her wet cunt. 

A million miles away, the sound of a shower ceased and the sound of water running from a bathroom tap started. In the bedroom however, the sound of Rosie and Sheila cumming was all there was to hear, both women screaming obscenities as they panted and writhed on the bed.

Still turned on, Rosie wanted to return the favour, Sheila however, needed cock! After watching and listening to these women cumming, my penis was hard and ready.

I lay on my back as Sheila impaled herself on me, gliding effortlessly into her slick cunt. Rosie took her place at my head, lowering her pussy to my waiting mouth and pushing her hands into my chest as Sheila arched backwards, holding my calves as she rocked herself on my hard penis.

Groaning softly and on the verge of cumming, I felt the weight shift on the bed, Sheila leaned forwards and I felt a sensation I've only ever felt one time before. John's cock entered his wife's anus slowly. Her muscles tightened around my member as his penis slid into her, only a hair's breadth away from mine. As soon as she was used to the pressure she started moving, fucking me slowly as John took her arse. John came first, his cock firing sperm into Sheila's bowels, Sheila responded as her orgasm took over and I flooded her cervix as Rosie ground her pussy into my face, driving my tongue deeper into her musky depths.

I gasped for air as Rosie got up, my face beet red as we all disconnected and relaxed on the bed. 

Looking at the clock, we were astonished to see that it was nearly midday. Rosie went to shower in the en-suite. I passed Sheila a towel and she went off to the master bathroom, taking John with her. 

"I've showered already" he protested, 

"But this is dirty now and I want it clean for later!" She replied, leading him by his limp penis to the bathroom.

I joined Rosie in the shower. "That was unexpected" I said. 

"Not really," Rosie said dreamily as the water bounced off her magnificent breasts, "I was kind of hoping that something would happen. Didn't think we'd get her to try anal so soon though. She's been putting it off for ages. Took it rather well though I thought." I agreed and, when everyone was showered we made our way downstairs. 

We hadn't bothered dressing, the curtains were closed and we were all comfortable with each other's bodies. I kept stealing glances at Sheila's bosom. Though not as big as Rosie's, they were still a nice size and her nipples were like sexual barometers, the slightest arousal and they sprang out, so hard that you'd feel compelled to suck and tease them.

They were hard now. John was in the kitchen helping Rosie with lunch. Naturally he had to touch and caress her as often as he could. How many times do you get the chance to fondle a naked woman cooking lunch while your wife is in the same house? He massaged her pussy from behind, Rosie gripped the edge of the counter and leaned forward, John manoeuvred his cock into her waiting pussy and started pounding her for all he was worth.

I'd moved in front of Sheila, knelt down and started to suck on her nipple as Rosie started cumming. My cock sprang to life at the sound of my wife's moans and Sheila lay back. She'd been playing with her pussy as she heard John coaxing my wife into another fuck and I entered her with no resistance. Her nails dug into my back as she came, her heels hard against my butt cheeks as she drained every last drop of cum from my balls.

We lay, embracing on the couch, as John and Rosie brought our lunch in; their hair in disarray and semen running slowly down the inside of Rosie's thigh. Sheila reached out and ran her finger up it, scooping up John's cum and licking it from her finger. "I think that's enough!" she said, "I feel properly fucked now!" We chuckled and carried on with our day.

Sheila and John returned home. We visited each other often and played together when Bea wasn't with us and Sheila was in the mood. She was getting noticeably bigger with each passing month, then, in April, Sheila gave birth to Melissa. Her looks were that of her mother's, Beatrice said she looked like her when she was born. John's name is on the certificate though, as I am on Beatrice's, and that's all that matters to us. Both our daughters are loved and cared for as if they were our own, which they might well be. There was such a cocktail of competing sperm in both our wives when they conceived that there's only one way to know, and that isn't happening while we're around.

Sx



Adventures in Rosieland Ch. 04



Bobby was stalking around the supermarket. He'd heard it was a great place to pick up bored housewives, but all he'd seen recently were stressed ones with young kids and little time for a twenty one year old Casanova.

He'd been skulking around for ages, the place so large that he could have lived in a tent in the camping department, unnoticed for months and living off canned food, had security not been beefed up due to a homeless man doing the exact same thing a year before. About to give up on his escapade, he spied a woman in her late 30's reaching for an item on a high shelf and decided he'd offer his services before leaving his fruitless quest.

"Can I give you a hand with that?" He asked. 

"A true gent, if ever I saw one." She replied, dropping her arms to her sides and turning in his direction. She looked towards him and smiled. The smile brightened up her face, making her look prettier than he'd imagined and he almost regretted approaching her, she was way out of his league. Her top revealed her cleavage and ample bosom. Her skirt was mid-thigh length and her legs were in stockings.

Bobby stood still, admiring her beauty, mouth slightly agape. 

"Could you reach that box for me please?" She asked, breaking his thoughts. He'd been lost in a daydream, thinking of licking her shapely legs all the way from toes to pussy and was halfway to her knee when her voice brought him back to earth with a bump. 

"Er, y.. y.. yeah, sure!" He stammered. Rosie thought it was cute. She hadn't affected anyone like this for a while. He was cute too, and just over 6 foot. Rosie didn't know why, but she felt the urge to touch his bum as he reached for the box, she squeezed it a little, then stepped back as he brought it down and placed it in her trolley. She noticed the bulge in his pants and felt butterflies in her stomach, a memory surfaced as she remembered the feeling from meeting her husband, Steve, ten years earlier, at a bar in town. 

She asked "Do you work here?" 

"No" he replied, "I was just mooching around the store..."

"Looking to pick up a lonely hausfrau!" She suggested. His guilty look said it all. "Well you can give me a hand with the higher shelves if you've nothing else to do? All the best stuff is just out of my reach" she chuckled. At a loss for words and fascinated by her charm, he followed as she pushed the trolley, occasionally reaching something from a shelf as she admired his behind.

They chatted along the way through the store. Rosie found out that Bobby had just left college and was waiting to start a new job the next week. The job came with a car, so, with no transport yet, not much money and time on his hands, he'd decided to see if his friends, who'd all boasted about picking up horny, older chicks in the supermarket were just having him on or not. Rosie felt a little flattered by this, it's not every day someone calls you a horny chick, and she could have done without the "older" bit though, it reminded her she was at least 15 years his senior.

After helping her load the car, Rosie asked if he fancied a coffee at the little place on the corner, Bobby said he would, "My treat," she said "I couldn't have done it so quickly without your help". 

They entered the coffee shop; he took a seat in a semi-circular booth as she ordered. After staring at her bum, legs and breasts all morning, his penis had finally subsided and rested down the leg of his boxers. He was about to rearrange himself when she returned with the coffees, placed them on the table and slid next to him along the vinyl seat. "Thanks again for that" she said, reaching down and innocently squeezing his thigh. Her hand seem to linger, until his expanding cock nudged her hand and she uttered a small "Oh!" before he started to apologise profusely.

"SorryohGodsorry!" he couldn't get the words out quick enough but her hand remained on his thigh, then moved slowly up his impressive length, tracing the outline through his jeans with her fingers. She had a faraway look as she licked her lips and Bobby asked if she was okay, "Eh? Yeah, sure." she took her mug and sipped her drink. She looked at Bobby, he couldn't quite understand the look in her eyes, but at least she didn't look pissed off, she looked both devious and aroused. 

Rosie was actually wondering how she could get a peek at this marvellous cock. It felt much bigger than her husband Steve's, who was at work on a project and was recently returning home late and too tired for fun. She also thought of John, his work buddy, who's cock, though larger than Steve's, hadn't felt as big as this one, and this one felt huge! The feeling in her pussy made up her mind. As she drained the dregs of her coffee and placed the empty cup on the table, she asked Bobby if he wouldn't mind helping to put the shopping away at her house. He was still mesmerised by her and only taking in half of what she said, so he just agreed. He finished his drink, left the shop, got in the car and they drove to Rosie's home.

She took the scenic route on purpose. He kept stealing glances at her legs, her skirt had ridden up her luscious thighs when she sat down, showing the tops of her stockings. She was trying to concentrate on the road, but couldn't help notice the growing bulge in his pants when she looked out through the passenger window. Embarrassed, he was trying in vain to cover it with his hands. 

Still looking at the road, her hand moved under his, stole to his crotch and gently squeezed his hardness through his jeans. Satisfied, she purred quietly to herself as she took his hand and held it on her thigh. She looked to a photo on the dashboard, Steve, her husband, looked back, holding her daughter, Beatrice. His work buddy John and his wife Sheila were also in the picture, all wearing big smiles. 

Five years ago, after a drunken but memorable threesome with John and Steve, Rosie had conceived baby Beatrice. Sheila didn't know that her husband could be Bea's father; she also didn't know which of the two men had fathered Melissa, her daughter, who had been born two years ago from a foursome at Rosie and Steve's house. 

Rosie's pussy ached. Bobby was casually caressing her thigh, moving his fingers in small circles towards her mons, then drawing a line back down to mid-thigh and repeating the cycle back up. The tension was frustrating, so she took a wrong turn on purpose, his teasing hands brushed her panties, and he touched her lips through the damp fabric, moving to the edge of the material, looking for a way underneath. She looked at Bobby's pants, they looked like they had their own pulse, something needed to escape and she wanted to be the one to free it.

Remembering the road, trying not to lose control of the car while Bobby was getting her flustered, her mind went back to John.

The birth of Melissa had been the last time she'd enjoyed John's cock. Sheila, John's wife, was overdue and desperate. She'd read that hard sex could induce labour, so of course, being closer than friends, they'd had to oblige. They'd gone up there for the weekend and, on arrival, after John had let them in, found Sheila on her knees, on the bed, begging for a hard cock. Sheila was so horny thinking about it, she couldn't wait for them, so John had already tried and was recharging himself, sat on a chair in his bathrobe. 

Steve had taken his Viagra on the journey up, so he was ready to roll. He slid his rigid member into Sheila's waiting pussy, John's cum oozing out as he fucked her, ramming in his cock until Sheila cried out in orgasm, satisfied but without the result she was after. 

John was hard again and ready for round two, but Rosie had brought Roger, her favourite vibrator. She pushed the hard plastic into Sheila's sloppy cunt. Sheila grunted and Rosie switched it on, "Oh fuck!" She moaned as the vibrations tickled her clit while Rosie pushed the vibrator in and out of her friends vagina, Steve's penis was flaccid, but John's was stood to attention as Rosie brought Sheila to a dramatic climax. Sheila, unable to contain herself, wailed in delight as she came, her waters broke and covered Rosie's arm in mucus and sperm. "We've got to get to the hospital quick" Rosie panicked. 

Steve, already pulling on his pants, said calmly "I'll take her, you two clean up and meet us there" and led Sheila, in her bathrobe, to the car. Rosie was still horny after servicing her friend, John was too, so before leaving for the hospital, she hurriedly pulled him on to the bed and, although his wife was about to give birth, he fucked her, hard.

A bump in the road brought her to her senses as Bobby finally snaked his way under the elastic of her panties and massaged her. His finger parted her lips and pressed on her clit. She ground her hips into his exploring finger and had to pull over as she came. "Oh God!" she cried as he continued to stroke her. She placed her hand on his, pushed him in deeper, then held him there as her orgasm took over and his fingers found her g-spot. A bead of sweat trickled down her back and her heart fluttered. "I've got to get you home!" She said, removing his hand from her pussy and flooring the accelerator. She kept his hand on her leg, still making slow circles with his fingers; her thighs seemed to be thrumming and her hips restless. She'd never felt so excited and so horny, she'd never needed fucking so much.

She pulled on to the drive and flung the door open. Stepping out she found her legs were shaking and had to steady herself against the car. Regaining composure, she dashed to her front door and fumbled the key into the lock. Bobby entered right behind her and, as soon as the door was closed, started kissing her neck. Running his hands down her sides, around her flat belly and moving up to cup her breasts, Rosie melted into him as her earlobes were kissed and sucked. From behind he unbuttoned her blouse slowly, pulling it from the waistband of her skirt and letting it slide down her slender arms to the floor. She reached back, unclasped her bra and he pushed the straps off her shoulders. Freeing her breasts from their silky prison, he turned her around, kissed her lips, then kissed each nipple, feeling the weight of each breast and stroking the underside gently. He licked around her areole and her nipples responded, standing erect as he flicked them with his tongue. 

Rosie exhaled; it felt like she'd been holding her breath for hours. She unbuttoned his shirt and started on his belt buckle as he pulled his shirt off. She unfastened his fly as he bent down to kiss her, her hand slipped under the waistband of his boxers and stroked the length of his hard penis as her other hand pushed his jeans from his hips, then pushed his boxers down. Their lips parted and their tongues met, both hungry with lust as he raised her skirt and pushed down her soaked panties, pausing to caress her pussy lips as she gripped him tightly. He inserted a finger, then another, teasing her swollen clit. 

She shuddered as she came, her knees buckling as she knelt on the carpet, still holding him. From down here Rosie could see the length of his cock and wondered if she could fit it all in her mouth. She licked his penis from balls to tip, savouring the taste of his pre-cum, his fingers running through her hair as she started to insert his cock into her mouth. Her tongue played with his frenulum and danced around the sensitive head, she could feel it swelling in her mouth as Bobby tried to hold back. With her lips sliding down his penis, her tongue exploring the shaft behind them and her hand massaging his balls, Bobby could hold on no longer and he gushed into her mouth. Rosie loved the taste of cum, so she swallowed as much as she could, trying hard as spurt after spurt hit the back of her throat. He pulled out as his last gush splashed on her breasts; she scooped it up and licked it, provocatively, off her finger.

Rosie knew she wouldn't make it upstairs with him, wordlessly; she pulled him towards the couch and sat down on the edge of the cushion. He moved between her legs as she reclined and he started kissing her inner thighs, slowly moving towards his prize. She was close to cumming even before his tongue parted her folds, so when he flicked her clit with his tongue and delved into her depths with his fingers, she nearly exploded as she came. Her legs were over his shoulders and her heels in his back as she tried to force him deeper into herself. Her thighs were squeezing his head as his tongue probed her pussy as she screamed through another climax.

Neither of them heard the back door open. Steve, returning on the early train to surprise his wife, had noticed the shopping still in the car, so, thinking Rosie had either just got back or forgotten about it, opened the car, which was still unlocked, and made his way through the kitchen door at the side of the house. He placed the bags on the counter and was about to announce himself when her heard the familiar sound of his wife in the throes of ecstasy. "She must be playing with Roger" he thought to himself as he crept towards the lounge. As he stood in the doorway he saw a man between Rosie's legs, her hips raised as she came forcefully into his face. The sound of Rosie cumming had always made Steve hard and it hadn't failed now. Not knowing whether to be angry or horny, his penis took over and did the thinking for him. Not wanting to be seen, he reached into a kitchen drawer for the video camera, prayed it was fully charged, and placed it on the corner of the counter. The camera had a good view of the lounge and could remain unnoticed by the copulating couple.

He angled the screen so he could see it from a dining chair, he pressed record, sat back, freed his cock from his trousers and started stroking it gently, not wanting to cum before his wife and her new friend.

In the lounge, Rosie had come down from her last orgasm and sat back panting. Bobby raised his head from her dripping pussy; she reached out and stroked his hair, then told him to sit down. He sat next to her, his penis at full height and painfully erect. She straddled him on the couch, her pussy, dripping with excitement, hovering over his erect penis. She started her descent, slowly. His cock touched her lips and parted them. She eased the bulbous head into her vagina and stopped, enjoying the sensation of her pussy being stretched. 

Saliva and her juices eased the passage as she slid down further, only reaching half way before she could feel her orgasm building. She was moving slowly, but the tension grew too much for Rosie so she impaled herself fully on his massive organ, triggering her orgasm as their groins met. Panting, she ground her hips into his, feeling the full length of his cock filling her womb and pushing her cervix. She raised herself up off his member, and, keeping the head between her pussy lips, descended slowly once more. Rosie felt like it had no end, that it would keep flowing into her, filling her entirely, until her bottom touched his balls. She rose slowly again, getting used to the size of him, her pussy lubricating his cock as it ploughed through her. She could feel her pulse beating in her chest as he entered her again, her heart fluttering as her swollen clitoris felt every ripple of the veined monster she had allowed to penetrate her inner sanctum. Her rhythm increased as she neared another orgasm. Bobby reached out and, with his hands on her back, pulled her forwards to suck on her hard nipples. He buried his face between her breasts as she came, hugging her to him as her pussy spasmed around his hardness. She threw her head back and cried out as her cunt muscles contracted around his cock, then fell forward, panting. 

Bobby was still hard, Rosie was still horny. She needed him to cum inside her. She wanted to feel that monster pulsing inside of her. She stood up, legs unsteady, she pulled him up and bent over, knees braced against the seat, hands on the back of the couch. Bobby needed no prompting; he poised his cock at her entrance and pushed slowly inside of her. Fully impaled again, Rosie nearly lost control; it felt like he'd grown another inch. He took hold of her hips and fucked her slowly, feeling his head rub her clit and her pussy pulsating as she cried out again and again, "Fuck, ooh, fuck, harder, YES! Fuck, fuck me, fuck me fuck ME!!" She screamed as he came in her, his penis throbbing as he emptied himself into her womb. They stayed, joined until her lust subsided and she collapsed on the couch, exhausted. Bobby turned and sat next to her. They embraced and kissed tenderly, still tired from their exertions. Holding each other on the couch.

Glancing at the clock, Rosie stood up quickly and cried "Steve!" He was still in the kitchen, dozing after his own orgasm, which was now across the floor tiles and dripping down a cabinet door. He awoke abruptly and, thinking he'd been rumbled, nearly called out until she continued, panicking, "He'll be home in a bit and I've got to pick Bea up from school. We've got to get you out of here!" 

They dressed hurriedly and dashed out to the car.

She drove quickly and dropped him back at the supermarket. She kissed him, "Will I see you again?" He asked as he got out of the car. She'd not given him her number and preferred to keep it that way, but she hadn't completely ruled out another liaison.

"Maybe." she replied, "This is where I do most of my shopping." She winked at him and it hung in the air a moment as he wondered what she meant, then he leant back in to kiss her. She kissed his cheek, then drove back home, glancing at him in the rear view mirror until she turned the corner.

Steve meanwhile; had tidied himself, the kitchen and the floor up. He'd also put the shopping away, she might not realise that a couple of bags were missing if he helped her carry in the rest. He wondered if he should confront her about her little dalliance, but decided against it as he was too embarrassed to say he'd seen it all and wanked himself furiously over it. He picked up the camera, ejected the memory card and put it in his pocket, "Must get a new card." he said to himself, "might get another chance to film her again."

Rosie's car pulled on to the drive and he went out to greet her, she looked tired, Beatrice, in the passenger seat, was wrinkling her nose. "Hard day at the shops love?" He asked. 

"You have no idea!" Rosie replied, "You're home early?" She said. 

"Yeah, thought I'd call it a day, spend some quality time with my gorgeous wife!" She smiled wanly. 

"I'll sort this lot out my love, you go and have a bath, you look like you need one!"

"Cheers babe." she replied wearily, walking stiffly into the house and slowly up the stairs. 

He opened Beatrice's door and leant in to unbuckle her, "It smells funny in here Daddy." she said, he inhaled deeply, getting a lungful of Rosie's juices with a hint of her lover's semen. He looked at the driver's seat and spotted a damp patch. 

"Hmm, I think Mummy needs a new air freshener. Help Daddy with these bags princess and then you can go upstairs to your room and play." His daughter jumped out the car and grabbed a couple of light bags. His hand went to the little card in his pocket, closed around it and he smiled to himself, "I might just watch that again later too." he thought. 

Steve picked up the rest of the shopping and took it into the house.

Sx.



Adventures in Rosieland Ch. 05



Rosie wasn't quite herself. For a few weeks now she'd been moping around the house. She felt like there was something missing.

Steve was working from home, he told Rosie that his part of the project was over, which it was, but he just couldn't concentrate at work. After witnessing Rosie cheating without his consent last month, he still didn't know what to do about it. He was naturally laid back, which annoyed Rosie sometimes, but he'd gone through so many emotions in the past month that he'd told himself he'd just have to accept it. His anger and jealousy had subsided. 

They'd both had sex with other people during their marriage, but both of them had been in the room and both of them had participated. He supposed that others would have called them Swingers, but it happened so rarely and only ever with the same couple. His daughter Beatrice was the result of their first fling.

Steve thought he knew what the problem was. She was pining for another big cock. Steve's wasn't small, and she came several times when he made love to her, two or three times during foreplay and twice when he fucked her, but she wanted it harder and harder each time, wanting to be filled completely. 

He reached into his desk drawer and took out a memory stick. He'd thought about copying the contents onto his hard drive but, after removing the video he'd shot of Rosie and Bobby from the camera's memory card, he thought it safer to keep it on a removable drive, just in case Rosie saw it on his computer. He opened the file and his lounge filled the screen. In the middle, on the couch, his wife was astride her lover, sliding herself down an erect penis that looked like it should have been attached to a donkey. He watched as her face contorted as the massive tool invaded her, panting as it stretched her pussy, mouth open as she hit bottom and throwing her head back as she came. 

After watching the video through, he rewound it, pausing at the point where she was bent over to receive Bobby's cock from behind. He mentally made a note of her lover's size and, closing the video, found a website and ordered a dildo off the internet. It was larger than her vibrator and, from what he'd seen on screen, about the same size as Bobby's wife fucking cock. It was delivered the next day while she was out shopping again, so, unwrapping it and feeling its weight, he tied a ribbon into a bow and placed it on her pillow.

She returned twenty minutes later, Steve thought she looked sad and went over to give her a hug, she returned it and sighed. "Retail therapy not working babe?" He asked jovially, "I'm just not in the mood for it." she said, "It's been one of those times where nothing seems to suit me and none of the shoes fit." Steve was unsure if that was a Freudian slip. 

"Go upstairs and I'll give you a back rub." he said, "I might even rub your feet too!" She smiled at him, a genuinely sunny smile, he thought of those adulterous lips wrapped around her lover's penis.As she reached the bed she called out quizzically, "Steve? What's this?" He walked into the bedroom behind her.

"I've been doing a little retail therapy of my own!" He replied, "You like?"

"I'm not sure?" she said, "It's huge!" She thought of Bobby, her pussy was wet. Steve moved close behind her, lifted the back of her skirt and felt her crotch with his finger. Letting him rub her lips for a few seconds through the lacy material, Rosie turned to Steve and kissed him deeply. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths, Steve's fingers pulled her panties aside and parted her labia, stroking her clit. One hand on her bottom, two fingers pressed against her g-spot, her arms around his neck, she came as Steve lifted her onto the bed. 

He pushed her skirt up, she raised her hips so he could pull off her soaked panties as he lowered his tongue to her eagerly waiting pussy. He ran his tongue from the bottom of her shaved pussy, to the top, flicking her clitoris and pushing his tongue into her folds, where three of his fingers were exciting her, with his little finger extended to tease her starfish. She came as he pressed his tongue to her clit, squirting around his fingers and dripping off his chin. 

She reached across to her new toy, tearing off the ribbon. Steve went to her bedside drawer and took out the tube of KY but Rosie had already tried to start without him. Legs spread wide, holding her lips open with one hand and forcing in the hard rubber with her other, Rosie was hungry with lust, unable to wait for the lube. Steve squeezed a line of jelly up its length, stroked it down the shaft and softly around its head, coating her lips, she released it and, with Steve's help, they fed it slowly into her. Lying next to her on the bed, Steve sucked on Rosie's hard nipples as he took control of the dildo and fucked her. She came, screaming for Steve to fuck her harder, her hips raised and legs taught as he rammed it into her. 

She turned over onto her front and raised her arse, dildo still sticking out of her as she begged for more, pleading for Steve to fuck her harder. Steve had also picked up her slim vibrator and, covering it with lube and switching it on, he pushed it into her anus. She grabbed at the duvet and screaming into it, came hard as the vibrations sent her over the edge. 

She was still missing something though. She remembered the feeling of Bobby's cock, pulsing as it filled her, his cum splashing against her cervix as his penis throbbed inside of her, stretching her. The dildo filled her, but it didn't really satisfy her. Steve had removed the dildo, but the vibrator was still in her bum as he mounted her. She could only just feel him, so she faked an orgasm as Steve unloaded into her.

Lay next to her, out of breath, Steve asked "So what do you think of your new friend then?"

"It was fantastic!" She answered, "What made you buy such a big one though? My pussy's still sore!"

"Just thought, with all the hard fucking you wanted me to do to you recently, that you fancied something a little, I don't know... Bigger!" He half lied. She was in deep thought and, as she drifted off to sleep, only one thing was on her mind. She hadn't seen him in over a month, despite numerous visits to the supermarket where they'd met. She couldn't stay as long now though, with Steve at home so much he'd start to wonder why she spent so much time shopping without actually buying anything. She wasn't far wrong!

For three weeks after her affair, Steve had borrowed the company pool car on occasions, saying he had to pick something up or visit a customer. He would drive past his house and, if their car was on the drive, he'd park up the road and watch the comings and goings of the street. More often than not, nothing would happen, Rosie would sometimes come out and tidy the front garden or take rubbish to the bin, but that was it. Other times she would drive to the supermarket, Steve following discreetly behind, and she'd wander around the vast shop aimlessly. Satisfied that this must have been a one-time fling and her lover had disappeared, Steve had let it lie and got on with things. 

Rosie couldn't get Bobby out of her head though, or, more specifically, Bobby's cock.

She awoke, horny! Steve couldn't perform in the mornings and he'd be getting up for work soon, so she reached into her bedside drawer for her vibrator. The first thing she touched though was the new dildo. She picked it up, running a finger up its length as she imagined it throbbing in her hand. Her pussy yearned for it to be real, to be attached to an actual, warm, thrusting, sweating, grunting man, desperate to fill her womb with his seed. She came as her fingers massaged her clit, holding her breath and moaning quietly as her husband slept.

Steve was out of bed. He had to go in to the office this morning and was out of the house by 7:30 to catch his train. Rosie was up with him to make breakfast and was in the shower after he left. Drying off, she knew what she had to do. 

Dressing in stockings and a tight fitting skirt, she chose a blouse that showed off her breasts, got in the car and drove to the supermarket. She'd had time with her thoughts on the journey there, so thinking she was acting like a silly schoolgirl with a massive crush, she drove through the car park and back on to the road. She did need to buy something for dinner though, so she drove to the next supermarket up the road.

She parked up and entered the unfamiliar shop. She'd been here before, but didn't think the quality of the goods were as good as her usual shop.

Absently wondering what to get Steve for dinner, Rosie heard a familiar voice, followed by a girlish laugh from the next aisle. Interest piqued, she walked around the shelves and saw the back of him. Bobby was walking down the aisle, hand in hand with a girl, long auburn hair in a ponytail, about Rosie's height and a cute, pert bum in tight shiny black leggings.

Rosie was about to retreat, but Bobby turned as if he'd forgotten something and spied her. 

"Rosie?" He said, "What are you doing here?" 

"Just getting something for dinner." she replied, shell-shocked. 

They'd been standing motionless and speechless for about ten seconds, but it felt like hours. 

"Hi" said a voice from beside Bobby. Rosie looked across towards the voice, saw the piercing blue eyes and the bright smile with natural, thin lips. Rosie wanted to be angry with her, but the girl's smile extended through her eyes and completely disarmed her. 

"S.. Sorry" Bobby stammered, "Rosie, this is Georgina, my girlfriend"

"Georgie" she corrected, offering her hand to Rosie, "Only my mum calls me Georgina, Bobbles!"

Rosie took Georgie's hand and shook it, her annoyance and embarrassment evaporating. She remained jealous though, wondering what Bobbles was doing with this slip of a girl, no matter how cute she was. Bobby introduced Rosie as a college friend to Georgie, "A lecturer?" She enquired.

"More of a mature student" Rosie answered, hating the vision she had of herself sitting at the back of a classroom, the old woman amidst a sea of young kids.

"How's the job going?" She asked Bobby, 

"It's going well." he said, "I've had the day off today so we can move in to our own place." His arm was around Georgie's shoulders and he pulled her tighter to his side, her arm tightened around his waist as she looked up and smiled at him. Rosie was saddened by this, but her face didn't show it. 

"We've just bought a new kettle." Georgie said "Would you like to christen it with us. You and Bobby could catch up over a cup of coffee." Before Bobby could object, Rosie had agreed, thoughts of knocking Georgina out and hog tying her, while Rosie rode her boyfriend's wonderful cock in front of her unconscious form, ran through her head. 

At their house, Georgie sat with Bobby, Rosie sat on an armchair across from them. Bobby thought this was a bad idea. He'd changed supermarkets because he knew Rosie was hoping to bump into him. When she'd dropped him back at the supermarket that afternoon, he was hopeful that he might see Rosie again. All that changed in the next ten minutes though. 

Georgie told her the story. Bobby had gone into the shop to buy some mints, took them to the checkout and saw Georgie. His heart stopped. He fumbled for his change and felt a spark as his fingers brushed her palm, dropping the coins into her opened hand. His mouth was dry as he asked her what time she finished and would she like to go for a drink after. Georgie had spotted him around the store and thought he was cute. She went on her break, but when she got back to her till he'd gone.

When he returned to the store her heart fluttered and she hoped against hope that he'd come to her till. When he asked the question she'd blurted "Yes!" Immediately. He waited outside until her shift was finished and they'd been inseparable since.

They were both twenty one but, against their parent's advice, they'd saved up for a deposit on a flat and had moved in yesterday. The furniture was second hand, but Georgie preferred to call it pre-loved, it didn't matter to her. 

Bobby got up to use the bathroom, he neglected to shut the door and both Rosie and Georgie could see his reflection in the full length mirror in the hallway. "Wow!" Rosie exclaimed theatrically, "How do you handle that thing?"

Georgie looked shocked, but replied, whispering, "We have to use a lot of lube, and I'm still sore for days after. He got it all in once, but it was so painful, I'm hoping I'll get used to it but sometimes it's too big to enjoy." Rosie fondly remembered the initial pain and the pleasure afterwards.

After they'd chatted a while, Rosie made her excuses and left. Georgie gave Rosie their home phone number, should she ever want to catch up again, it had been lovely meeting her. Bobby felt a lot better about Rosie now, and she was getting on well with Georgie.

Rosie got in her car and drove home, waving to the couple as she left.

As she opened her front door, Steve had his back to her on the couch. He had his headphones on and was watching something on his laptop. She closed the front door quietly, crept up to surprise him and, over his shoulder, saw the image on the screen; it was her, bent over, head back, screaming as Bobby pushed his mammoth cock into her stretched pussy. Her knees went weak and she feinted to the floor.

Steve heard a thump and thought it was the door closing. Shutting his laptop quickly, he turned around guiltily, to see, nothing. The door was where it always had been. He looked down and saw Rosie crumpled on the floor. He ripped off the headphones and dashed round the couch to his wife. 

As he picked her up and laid her on the couch she came around. "Wha! Where? Who?" She muttered. Steve got her a glass of water from the kitchen. She sipped it slowly and came to her senses. She was angry at first, wanting to know who took the video, where they'd got it from and how they'd done it, but Steve calmed her down and told her his side of the story, how hearing her cum on that massive cock had turned him on so much it had fogged his thinking, "You looked so fucking hot!" He exclaimed, "I just reached for the video camera and started filming you. I wanted to be angry, I wanted to go in there and rip his nuts off, but my cock was so fucking hard hearing you cum like that, I just couldn't think straight." She started to cry and hugged him tightly. He kissed the top of her head and waited until her sobbing had quietened. She straightened up, her shoulders heaving as she tried to control her sobs. 

"I saw him again today." Anger flashed in Steve's eyes, "No. Not like that!" She said quickly, "He was out with his girlfriend, they met that day. I think he's been avoiding me since, you know. She's lovely though". 

"And?" Steve said, 

"And I think it would be nice if we invited them around for dinner." She suggested. 

"I take it there's an ulterior motive then? You want to ride him while I entertain the girlfriend?" Steve guessed correctly, Rosie tried her best innocent look, fluttering her eyelashes.

She phoned Georgie the next day, who happily accepted the invitation, Bobby was apprehensive.

The night of the dinner arrived; Beatrice was sleeping at a friend's house. Rosie had put on her little black dress and black stockings. Steve was in jeans and a shirt. Bobby arrived with Georgie. He was also in jeans and shirt, Georgie, in a grey figure hugging sweater that stopped halfway down her bum, and black leggings. Steve was in the kitchen when their guests arrived and he greeted them as they sat on the couch. He offered them a glass of wine, Bobby declined as he was driving, but said he'd have something fizzy, if that was okay? Steve brought him a Coke and handed Georgie a glass of wine.

Rosie was right, Steve thought, Georgie was lovely. Her breasts, covered by the tight sweater, although not big, looked firm and luscious, there was little bounce as she sat on the sofa. Her legs, encased in lycra, were shapely and not too thin. Steve imagined himself between those legs, his lips kissing her thighs through the smooth fabric all the way to her pussy. 

Rosie called Steve from the kitchen. He excused himself from his guests, eyes lingering on Georgie's legs a second, then joined Rosie in the kitchen. She was using a pestle and mortar, his Viagra were in the box next to her, and she was grinding one of the tablets to a fine powder. "Stir that sauce for me love." she asked, handing him the mortar, "I've put three in there, do you think that will be enough?"

"Is it safe for Georgie to be taking this?" he asked, 

"Should be." Rosie said, "I got really turned on last time I took it. She'll be putty in your hands, and her clit will be super sensitive for that tongue of yours!" she nudged him, he poured the sauce over the chicken and she took the plates out to the table.

Steve sat opposite Georgie, during desert he could see her getting flustered, Bobby was also shifting in his seat, no doubt discreetly trying to get his penis into a more comfortable position. Rosie was enjoying the show, touching herself when she thought nobody was looking and rubbing her pussy when she was in the kitchen. 

Steve suggested that they retire to the lounge. Rosie led, followed by Georgie and Steve. Bobby waited until they had passed him before he stood up, his cock uncomfortably hard, the bulge visible in his jeans. 

Steve asked if anybody wanted a drink and he went into the kitchen to fetch three glasses of wine and a coke. 

Returning to the lounge he found Rosie sitting in between their guests on the couch, she was kissing Georgie, a hand on her leg, Georgie's hand was on Rosie's breast and Rosie's other hand reached out to stroke Bobby's bulge. Bobby looked like he was in pain, So Steve took over with Georgie, kneeling in front of her, running his hands up her thighs and leaning in to kiss her. Rosie left Georgie with Steve, to concentrate on seducing Bobby. She unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, his cock sprang out from the waistband of his boxers and she kissed and sucked it, licking his pre-cum and swirling her tongue around the head. Bobby pushed his jeans down and Rosie greedily gobbled up his length.

Steve was still locked in a passionate kiss with Georgie, he'd pulled her towards the edge of the cushion, her legs spread around his chest, and he was massaging her puffy labia through the stretched fabric of her leggings. He broke the kiss and pulled her long sweater over her head, revealing a firm pair of breasts and a belly button ring. He cupped her left breast and sucked on the hard nipple, she groaned and ran her hands through his hair as he continued to tease her pussy.

Rosie had pulled Bobby to the floor, he was on his back with Rosie on top. She was still sucking on his cock and moaning. Bobby's tongue was exploring Rosie's engorged clit as he slipped his fingers into her vagina. His cock muffled her cries as she came. 

Steve had removed Georgie's leggings and was kissing her inner thighs gently, his lips lightly brushing her sensitive skin. Kissing her pussy, then parting her lips with his tongue and finding her clitoris, he licked it gently, causing a wave of pleasure to course through her. She ground her pussy into his face and his tongue delved deeper.

Rosie meanwhile, was ready to be fucked. Her pussy was poised over Bobby's massive cock and she lowered herself on to it. "Fuck!" She cried as he penetrated her, invading and stretching her. She'd been using her dildo and getting used to its girth, but Bobby's swollen member was pushing her to her limits. She rode through the pain and was soon feeling his hard cock filling her completely. On the verge of cumming, she moved her hips, enjoying the sensation of his cock pressing against her cervix.





Adventures in Rosieland Ch. 05



Rosie had started to cum. Her moans affected Georgie as Steve's fingers brought her to orgasm, she looked down at her boyfriend, Rosie impaled and cumming on his massive cock, she felt jealous and angry, and she wanted to be fucked. Steve's cock was nowhere near as big as Bobby's, but it was by no means small. Georgie stood; taking Steve's hand she guided him on to the couch, and then sat astride him. His cock glided effortlessly in and she was relieved that it didn't stretch her. She hadn't been with many men, but she couldn't remember enjoying sex, Steve's cock however, felt different, like they fit. 

Steve was relieved that Bobby's monster hadn't stretched Georgie's pussy, she was still tight and she was so damn sexy. He suckled on her breasts as she rode him. 

Rosie was cumming again, now on her knees as Bobby rammed her from behind, begging him to fuck her, cum in her, fill her up, harder, knock her up! This sent Steve over the edge. With his penis still inside Georgie, he lifted her up and laid her on the carpet, her legs wrapped around him as he thrust into her. They both came together, her pussy milking him for every last drop of sperm as they lay, exhausted, on the floor. 

Bobby had cum too; he'd pulled out and covered Rosie's back, bum and hair in semen. She was still on her knees, her pussy a gaping maw. "I needed to get that out of my system!" She said, turning around to face us on her hands and knees, she got up slowly, stretched and shuffled towards the couch. "It was so good, but I'm so sore!" she said, also disappointed that Bobby had pulled out, she'd wanted to feel that monster pulsing inside of her, releasing his load deep into her cunt, keeping him inside of her until his beast of a cock softened and slid out.

Georgie was laid on her back with a satisfied smile on her face and cum oozing out of her pussy. Normally, Bobby's foreplay was just to get her wet enough so he could ease his cock into her tight pussy. He always pulled out before he came now, because his final thrusts hurt her too much, she'd cried the first time he did it. With Steve though, it was like he'd made love to her, and she'd welcomed his release into her womb, pulling him tighter as they came together. She looked across at Steve, sat on the floor with his back against the couch, limp cock dripping on the carpet, and she smiled at him as Rosie crawled to him and kissed his lips. 

"I think I'll be okay now." Rosie said wearily, "I've done what I needed to do!" Her pussy throbbed as she lay on her side, head in Steve's lap, she didn't want to be opened that wide again. Steve stroked Rosie's hair and looked across at Georgie. She was still smiling at him dreamily. 

Bobby had got up and was gathering his clothes, putting them on as he went. He looked at Georgie, who he hadn't seen look so satisfied after sex. Her head was on the carpet, gazing at the ceiling and smiling to herself, "Are you ready?" He asked his freshly fucked girlfriend. Georgie got up off the carpet and Steve passed her leggings, she hadn't worn panties and the outline of her puffy lips showed through the thin fabric which darkened as Steve's cum flowed from her. Putting on her sweater, Steve got one last look of her pert breasts. Rosie sat on the couch, her legs stiff, her pussy still throbbing, Bobby kissed her goodbye, she kissed him back. 

"Maybe I'll see you around then?" He said. 

"Maybe" she replied, but she knew she wouldn't. 

Georgie was kissing Steve, his hands on her bum cheeks, squeezing gently. As they parted, she whispered in his ear "Thanks. That was fun. I can't wait for next time!" Steve kissed her again and opened the door for them. As they backed out of the drive Georgie waved to him, he raised his hand to her as she blew him a kiss.

Three weeks later, Steve received a frantic phone call from Georgie, her period was late. After their frolic she'd taken the morning after pill and followed the instructions to the letter, but now she was late, she was never late, she was panicking, she couldn't tell Bobby, he'd go mental! Steve calmed her down and told her to meet him in town in half an hour. 

They met in a small park behind an office block, he could tell she'd been crying, her eyes were red and wet lines ran down her cheeks, he wiped them gently with his thumb and she smiled. He kissed her deeply and she pressed her body into his, feeling his warmth. He'd been to a pharmacy on the way and picked up a pregnancy test, she took it, looked at Steve and burst into tears against his chest.

They walked to a nearby toilet, she kept hold of his hand, wanting him to follow, but he let her go in on her own. In a loud whisper, Georgie said "Steve! There's no one in here. I can't do this alone, I need you!" He reluctantly entered, hoping nobody was watching. She was sat in the furthest stall, unwrapping the test as he entered and closed the door behind him. She braced herself against the cistern so she could pee on the stick, and then they waited. 

Thirty seconds passed, then forty, fifty, the wait was agonising but the test finally showed up negative. Steve exhaled. Georgie stood up and brushed past his erect penis. He hadn't noticed that it was hard, the tension of the wait and the fact he was alone with an attractive girl in the ladies toilet must have stirred him. Pants still around her ankles, Georgie felt his hard cock through his trousers and kissed him. She unzipped his fly and slipped her hand in, gently rubbing his penis. 

She didn't know what had come over her, maybe it was the danger of being caught. Maybe it was the thrill of her near miss with pregnancy. Maybe it was because she wanted Steve to fuck her, there and then. His hand stole to her pussy and his finger penetrated her, she came, her head in Steve's shoulder to muffle the cries. She turned around and bent over, ignoring the smells of disinfectant and dirty pussy as Steve entered her. She remembered the fit, she felt her pussy quiver as his head passed between her lips and rubbed her swollen labia, she reached under and played with her clit as he picked up speed, exploding into her womb as they both came together, panting. 

Steve withdrew his penis and saw blood, she'd started. They were both relieved.

Outside the toilet they kissed, Georgie's tongue darting into Steve's mouth as they embraced, her arms around his neck. 

"Hi you two!" Rosie shouted from across the park, she'd been walking through with their daughter, Beatrice. 

"Hi Rosie," Georgie answered sunnily, releasing him quickly, "Steve was just helping me out with something!"

"I'll bet he was!" Rosie replied, "Always willing to help a damsel in distress is our Stevie Boy." Rosie patted his bum. 

Georgie kissed Steve on the lips and Rosie on the cheek, then she left the park, pausing to wave back as they watched her go. Steve held Bea's hand as they walked out of the park towards Steve's office.

Steve told Rosie what had happened when he returned home, she just smiled, a happy smile. "Well," she said, "I suppose it makes us even!" She reclined on the couch, swung her feet into Steve's lap and wiggled her toes at him.

Sx



Adventures in Rosieland Ch. 06



It was quiet in the house; Beatrice was at school, Rosie couldn't believe her little girl was sixteen now. Melissa, Bea's half, and now step-sister was also at school. People often remarked how much the two girls looked alike, but never in front of John; there were rumours around that he wasn't Melissa's father, which he'd obviously heard whispered behind his back, but he paid them no mind.

Steve had left her. She blamed herself; if she hadn't fooled around with Bobby, Steve would never have met Bobby's girlfriend Georgie. They'd hit it off immediately, and Georgie was besotted; Steve had freed her sexually and she wanted more. She started a campaign to win Steve for herself; randomly showing up as he finished work or went out for lunch. At first Steve thought she was just being friendly, but she had been waiting for the right time to pounce. 

It happened two years previously; Rosie and Steve had an argument in the morning, after Rosie came home late after going to John & Sheila's house. They often went out with them on a weekend, swapping partners on occasion, but they'd laid down ground rules where there should be at least three of them present. Steve was late at work when Rosie rang, saying she was going over to see Sheila. Sheila rang him shortly after to ask if they'd go over to keep John company, as she was out with a friend. Alarm bells rang for Steve; he arrived home to find the girls watching TV at his house and a note on the table from Rosie, saying she was over at John and Sheila's, his dinner was in the microwave.

They barely spoke all night, and argued in the morning. It was that afternoon when Georgie's plan came to fruition. Shortly after she'd split up with Bobby, her head was filled with ways she could get closer to Steve. No other man had made her feel the way she'd felt that night and she needed him to make her feel whole. She had planned to get him alone and seduce him, but every time she got him on his own, talk turned to either Rosie or Beatrice, no matter how she steered the conversation. She was patient, and bided her time, waiting for a sign.

Today, she felt things were different. Georgie bumped into Steve at lunchtime and they headed to a nearby park for lunch. Sat on a bench, Steve told her about his fight with Rosie; Georgie, seizing the opportunity, put her hand on Steve's leg and squeezed, consoling him. He placed his hand on hers, thinking at first that he was going to remove it, he turned his head to look at her and saw pure, unbridled lust. They moved together, their lips touching lightly at first, then crushing against each other as their passion overtook their sensibility.

They parted, Steve apologised profusely as Georgie took his hand and placed it on her chest. He could feel her heart racing, her breathing, quick and shallow, her pert breasts rising with each breath. "I can't do this." He said. Georgie's piercing blue eye's never left his as she moved his hand lower, resting it on her flat stomach for a moment, then placing it on her thigh. She moved closer to him, his hand brushed up her smooth skin and his fingers touched the edge of her panties under her skirt.

She kissed him again, his fingers, seemingly with a mind of their own, traced the outline of her pants, then felt her puffy lips through the fabric. She shivered as he caressed her labia through the thin material, their tongues dancing, his mind full of thoughts of their last coupling as her hand stole to his crotch and squeezed his hardness through his trousers.

He could take no more. He broke the kiss and sat back, breathless. She knew she'd broken through, but needed to let this play out. "Georgie, we can't do this. We..."

"You know Rosie is having an affair with that man, don't you?" She said quietly.

"But..." He started.

"But what?" She interrupted. "But you love her?" Steve hung his head, unsure of how to continue.

"She changed the rules Steve. She's carrying on with him, without your permission. This isn't the swinging threesome and foursome game you started. It's just those two now." There were tears forming in the corner of his eyes, he didn't know how she knew all this; he didn't know she'd been obsessed with him since they met, that she'd been stalking him and following Rosie when she left the house alone. Obviously, he'd told Georgie about their arrangement with John and Sheila, and about Sheila's extra-curricular activities, which had since blossomed into full blown affairs where she'd stay away for weeks with her lovers. 

John loved being a cuckold at first, but it was starting to wear thin and he was feeling neglected. Rosie would go over to comfort him, often telling Steve that Sheila was there with them. Sheila would cover for Rosie, knowing that Steve was busy at work and unable to check, too wrapped up in her own cavorting to worry that her husband had grown tired of playing second fiddle to her studs.

Steve had guessed some of this, but he was shocked about how much Georgie actually knew. "I couldn't stop thinking about you after that night." She said. "The way you made love to me while your wife was screaming for Bobby to fuck her. You could have lost control and fucked me harder, but you just knew which buttons to push to get me off first. When I came, it was only you I could think of; no one has done that to me before or since. There have been a few other men, but I compared them all to you and they just didn't feel right."

He looked at her, she held his hand and squeezed it. "Steve, you know you're losing her, and there's nothing you can do about that. She's chosen her path and it leads away from you." He knew he and Rosie had been growing apart; he'd been working later and coming home to find his daughter and Melissa watching TV while Rosie was over at Sheila and John's. Rosie seemed preoccupied when she returned home; going straight to bed and unwilling to share her stories of what she'd just done like she used to.

Georgie kissed his cheek. Steve's shoulders dropped and he slumped forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He didn't know how he'd missed it all and he felt lost and stupid. Georgie pulled him close, lifted his chin gently and kissed his lips. He responded; placing his hands on her bum and lifting her onto his lap. "Not here!" She whispered urgently into his ear as his hand found its way under the elastic of her pants. "Tell her you're working late tonight, then meet me here." She pressed a scrap of paper into his breast pocket, stood up, kissed him lightly on the lips and left.

Back at work, he couldn't think straight; his mind flitting between Georgie, Rosie and John, his daughter and Sheila. He took the piece of paper from his pocket, Georgie's address was written neatly in the centre, followed by a kiss. The paper looked as though it had been in her pocket for a while, like she'd been waiting for the right moment to approach him. She'd timed it just right, and what she'd told him had hit home hard.

He remembered the argument from this morning; Rosie screaming at him that he didn't control her, that she could do whatever she wanted with whomever she pleased. That was the choice he'd made when he let John fuck her the first time. Then she hit out with perhaps the cruelest blow of all; that Beatrice wasn't his daughter. She'd told Steve a while ago that John had had a vasectomy and both Bea and Mel were his, but she'd lied. Unbeknownst to Steve, John, at Rosie's insistence, had a paternity test proving that both girls were his. Steve couldn't believe it, but Rosie stormed upstairs and came back down moments later with a document. She thrust it in Steve's face, tears streaming down her face. "I didn't want you to find out like this." She sobbed. Steve scanned the document, screwed it up and threw it at her before turning and leaving the house.

His head was in his hands. Georgie's address, laid flat on the desk before him, seemed to glow. He knew what he had to do. He picked up the phone and dialled his home number, it rang out. He tried again and it was picked up on the fourth ring, Bea answered, "Hello?"

"Hi honey, it's dad."

"Dad?" She sounded worried, "Are you okay? I heard you two this morning. Is everything alright?"

"It's fine sweetheart." He lied. ""Is your mother there?"

"She's over at John's, been there since you left this morning. Dad?"

"Yeah?" He sighed.

"I saw that result thing. Is it true?"

"Looks like it might be." He replied, dejected.

"Me and Melissa? Dad what happened? Why? How? Dad?"

"I can't tell you now honey. Tell your mother I'll be late home, if she comes home at all."

As he replaced the receiver he could hear Beatrice say "Okay, love you."

Rosie had answered any doubts he had by running straight to John. He stood, picked up Georgie's address and left the office. He left his car in the office car park, preferring to walk the few miles to Georgie's place to clear his head. His thoughts kept returning to the argument, that first night she'd fucked John, and the morning after, Rosie's face and her words as his friend took her in the shower. He was in a mess of his own making and it was too late to put it back how it was. He felt like he had nothing to tie him to Rosie any more. Both the girls he thought were his own flesh and blood were another man's daughters. He loved them both equally. He'd raised Bea as his own, as John had raised Melissa; they had vowed not to have the girls tested, that both would be brought up as their own despite not knowing who the fathers were, but curiosity, or something more nefarious, had driven Rosie to find the identity of her daughter's real father.

He hesitated as he reached Georgie's front door, his hand holding onto the pulled out knocker, he took a deep breath and knocked. The door opened almost immediately and Georgie pulled him in, he had little time to take in the view of the spacious hallway as the door closed behind him, then Georgie was in his arms, covering his face with kisses. He reached behind her and grabbed her bum as she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist, hugging him tighter, kissing him urgently.

He moved towards a chaise longue beside the stairs and laid her down, she released her arms and reclined as Steve kissed her neck. Arching her back and pulling up her t-shirt, Steve kissed her bare breasts, flicking her hard nipples with his tongue and sucking them. His hand travelled slowly up her bare leg, bunching her short skirt up around her waist and finding her shaved pussy, moist with anticipation as his finger parted her easily. She moaned as he rubbed her clit, applying pressure as she ran her hands through his hair, his finger penetrating her slowly, her breath quickening.

He kissed her mouth, his finger, fully inserted into her, was joined by another. She kissed him hungrily as she tried to unbutton his shirt but faltered, gripping the edge of the seat as her orgasm peaked and she cried out. He removed his fingers and sucked them as she lay back, panting, looking at him through starry eyes as she recovered her composure.

He stood, she took his proffered hand, swung her luscious legs around and sat up. Steve sat beside her as she held his hand on her lap. He could feel her thigh shaking, thrumming like an electrical current running through her. "I..." He started, but she put a finger to his lips.

"You wouldn't be here if we weren't meant to be together." She said. He smiled and nodded, then she got up and, still holding his hand, led him upstairs.

Rosie returned home. Fully expecting another shouting match, she was surprised that the house seemed empty. She noticed a glow on the landing which must have coming from one of the bedrooms, so she climbed the stairs apprehensively. Rosie found the girls in Bea's room, both fast asleep on the bed in front of the forgotten television. She turned it off, Beatrice stirred and turned over, Rosie kissed her cheek and whispered, "Night honey." Then she went to her own room, threw herself on the bed and sobbed into her pillow.

Five minutes later, Beatrice entered her mum's room, "Mum, what's up? Is it dad?"

Rosie lifted her head from the pillow and sat up, "Which one?" She laughed humourlessly. "I suppose you know now? I'm assuming he's told you?"

"I saw the letter." Bea sat down next to her mother, "Is it true? Is John my biological father?"

Rosie looked at her daughter with red rimmed eyes, "It is love. Your dad didn't want you to know. He didn't know himself, but John needed to know about Melissa, so we took a sample of your DNA with her's. Mel is your sister." Beatrice shook her head slowly, letting the news sink in. She didn't have long though as Rosie dropped the next bombshell. "Your uncle John. I mean, your actual father, wants to divorce Sheila; he's tired of the affairs."

"Who's?" Bea laughed cynically. Rosie flashed her a cross look.

"Funny." Rosie said flatly. "Your auntie Sheila's affairs. You know she's been hanging around at that club and not coming home for days? Well, John says she came home with a tattoo on her lower belly a month or two ago."

"Auntie Sheila? With a tattoo? I've got to see this. What is it?"

"John said it was writing. It looked like 'Property of Darryl', or something like that. He said she's had her coil removed, though she's not told him; said he saw a letter in the bin with her gynae appointment on."

"So what does this mean for you and dad? Are you getting a divorce too?"

"I don't know honey. We've not been intimate for months now. It's not that I don't love him..."

"But you're too wrapped up with John?" Bea was getting angry. She knew her dad had tried with her mum, but Rosie had been too preoccupied with John's needs, neglecting her husband in the process, pushing him away without realising it.

"No!" Rosie snapped, "It's just that... I don't know. Lately I've just been more comfortable with John. Steve just..." She shook her head and sighed. "It's like I don't know him anymore."

"So you're just giving up on dad?"

"Honey. No. I just need some time to get things straight in my head. I love your father, Steve, I mean, but John wants us to be serious. Neither of us wants to hurt your dad, but we can't see a way around it."

"You want him too then? As soon as his divorce is through, you're running to him?"

"I don't know honey. I just don't know." Rosie fell back to the bed, her head buried in the pillow and her shoulders heaving as she sobbed. Bea rested her hand on her mother's back, then left the room and pulled the door closed.

Downstairs, Steve was lay on the couch. Nobody had heard him come in, but he'd heard everything his wife had said. He knew that Rosie had made up her mind already, despite what she'd told Bea; she was going to leave him as soon as John's divorce came through. He'd been upset enough today; this was just another hurdle he would have to jump. At least he had an ally now; she may have had her own agenda, but at least he though she would stand by him if the going got tough.

It was another year before John's divorce happened, he managed to keep the house and sole custody of his daughter, the Judge had heard of Sheila's exploits. She was forced to admit her tattoo as evidence; there was a date below it now, although she wasn't showing yet. John left the court triumphant, although he restrained himself from showing too much affection towards Rosie until they were behind closed doors. Once the door to John's house was locked, their clothes were ripped off and they rutted like animals.

Steve and Rosie legally separated six months later; a legal paternity test admonished him from any further responsibility for Beatrice, but he vowed to keep in touch with her. They sold the house; Rosie and Bea moved in with John and Melissa, Steve and Georgie moved north, away from the gossip and dirty looks that come with a small-town scandal. Sheila hadn't been heard from since, although there were rumours which didn't paint her in a very flattering light.

Beatrice sent an invitation to Steve for John and Rosie's upcoming nuptials; Steve declined, sending her an invitation for his and Georgie's the month after. She didn't turn up, he supposed her mother had told her no. He decided it was for the best; he missed Bea terribly, but he needed a clean break, and he felt Rosie's betrayal afresh, every time he saw Beatrice.

Sat in his new lounge, he looked over at Georgie. She looked up and smiled, crossed the room and sat in his lap, wiggling her bum as she settled, feeling him rise as she kissed him, her tongue darting into his mouth, his hand exploring her thighs and caressing his new wife. She opened her legs, letting him explore further as she slid backwards on the couch, her head pressing into the cushions as his finger parted her and his tongue played with her sensitive clit. She grabbed handfuls of his hair, pulling him into her as she came, heels drumming on the couch as she covered his face in her juices.

He moved slowly up her, kissing every inch of her, unfastening his trousers as he advanced up her pale skin. She tasted herself on his lips as he kissed her deeply, his cock sliding into her warmth, she welcomed him with a soft moan which became grunts and screams, as he pounded her through her second and third orgasms. He filled her as her nails dug into his back, feeling him explode inside her.

They lay together in each other's arms on the couch, basking in their post coital glow. A bead of sweat ran down her back and cum oozed down her creamy thigh, a long, satisfied sigh escaped her as she snuggled closer to him. "I love you." She whispered.

"Love you too sweetie." He held her tighter, her bare breasts pressing into him. She reached down and stroked his softening penis, smiling as she did. Georgie had got what she wanted, and she wanted it all to herself; she wouldn't be sharing him with anyone else, he'd told her as much, he was fed up with the lies and eventual heartbreak it caused.

He woke to soft snoring, it was two in the morning and Georgie was fast asleep, her arms still around him. He kissed her forehead then carried her to bed.

It wasn't quite as easy for Rosie; Beatrice blamed her mother for the split and refused to call John any form of "Dad." She did drop the "Uncle." though, preferring to just call him John. Both Beatrice and Rosie were relieved when Bea was accepted into a university in the North East; Although she loved her daughter dearly, it was a welcome break for her.

Tensions in the house were stretched further with Melissa's search for her mum. Sheila hadn't been seen since her and John's separation; there had been rumours of her whereabouts, but that was what they remained. Too young to enter any of the establishments that her mother used to frequent, Melissa's searches were mostly fruitless, although a few people recognised her as "Darryl's Bitch!" from her photo.

John was keeping things together. The sex had dried up; with two young girls and nowhere for them to escape to now, finding time alone was a rarity. Plus, Steve had left the company, so he was working late and returning home tired. He'd booked a trip to Disneyland in two months, keeping it a secret from Rosie and the girls; Bea would probably think he was trying to buy her affection, but Mel had never been, and you're never too old to see a real-live Disney Princess, "The girls would love it too." He chuckled to himself.