Thy Neighbor's Wife
(and Other Sins)
A Fantasy
by
Copyright 2001 © Richard O Steele. All rights reserved
Chapter 19
Peter essentially snoozed at his desk all day. Thank goodness he had no meetings on the docket! He spent his lunch hour in his office with the door closed, his feet on the desk, and his body in the arms of Morpheus. He slept every foot of the journey from Suburban Station to Swarthmore. He grabbed a two-hour catnap on the couch when he got home. Above all, he resisted the temptation to slip through the bushes to visit Julie one last time, even though there was nothing more in the world he wanted to do. He had to get some serious rest instead because he was picking Amanda up at the airport at nine.
Even more important Peter had to conserve his sexual energy and fluids. Amanda was going to be exceedingly horny when she got home. It would simply not do for a supposedly housebound and sex-deprived husband to be unable to get it up in the wake of his hot wife's arrival home after a five-day absence. She was going to be expecting some sizzling sex, and Peter had better be able to produce! This was going to be a command performance. If Mr Softee instead of Peter were to appear on stage, Amanda would not be amused! Not at all! A couple of early evening orgasms with Julie, coupled with his generally rundown condition, would have left Peter with one irremediably limp noodle. It was time to adjust to the fact that, aside from carefully planned and occasional stolen moments during the week, his sex life was now once again going to belong to Amanda.
As he drove to the airport, Peter had strange sensations of déjà vu. Peter was not much into introspection these days — every venture into that state caused him a lot of pain, so forget it! — but discerning the cause of these feelings was easy even for him. Not too many months before, Amanda had picked him up at the airport after his earlier hot extramarital fling with Heather. Now it was happening again. The couple was being reunited at the Philadelphia Airport after another of Peter's trysts. This time, of course, Peter was picking up Amanda rather than vice versa. The principle was the same, however.
Peter had worried then, as now, about whether his husbandly performance would be up to par. Then, as now, he had wondered if he had enough juice left in his pipes to satisfy his wife. Then, as now, his doubts sprang from an intense period of sex in the hours preceding their get-together. Then, as now, he was sure that a lot of his sexual ennui was the product of good old-fashioned guilt.
Still, it was the differences between the two occasions that was making Peter particularly fretful this time. After his dalliance with Heather, Peter had retained a steel-like boner on the flight home that offered reassurance that things with Amanda were going to work out just fine. Today, Peter's cock felt like a limp noodle ... a very thick noodle, to be sure, but a noodle just the same.
His affair with Heather had truly been a one-night stand. The encounter with Julie, by contrast, had lasted for days. He and Heather had fallen into it moments after they had met. He and Julie had shared a bit of a history before their coffee klatch brought matters to a head.
Moreover, the affair with Heather, although he certainly liked the girl well enough, was entirely a matter of the glands ... or perhaps just the groin. The affair with Julie had begun the same way but had led to the development of a whole lot of deep tender feelings in addition to good old fashion lust.
What's more, Heather was thousands of miles away and thus, for all practical purposes, unavailable — and thus not a temptation with which Peter's will power might have to wrestle. Julie, on the other hand, lived right next door! Even if Peter steeled himself to ignore that fact, it remained that her proximity meant that a tryst could be arranged in some nearby locale in no time flat.
The frolic with Heather, even though it had engendered a lot of guilt, had therefore been comparatively easy to shrug off. The flings with Letitia and Gina were paying propositions that simply did not involve any emotional unfaithfulness at all — or so Peter kept telling himself. The caper with Lakisha had even less content, physical or emotional — it was hardly a caper at all. Thus, up until the past weekend, Peter thought he had pretty much skated clear of the thinner parts of the ice. Or so his frantically rationalizing mind was able to conclude as he prepared to turn off I-95 into the airport.
There was no getting around it. This relationship with Julie was of a much higher and more dangerous dimension, and thus much harder to shrug off — even for an increasingly accomplished rationalizer like Peter. It was correspondingly harder to ignore. Excusing and minimizing the extraordinary bond with Julie was going to test Peter's bottomless capacity for self-excuse and denial. Peter was in the soup — and he knew it!
Consequently, Peter's heart was simultaneously thudding and sinking as the passengers from the flight from Richmond funneled from the plane into the terminal. Suddenly ... there she was!
Suddenly, everything had changed. In an instant! Peter's heart soared as he spotted his extraordinarily beautiful wife stepping through the doorway. Her beauty and presence was so incredibly dazzling. Apart from the size of her chest — no small issue for Peter, of course! — no one, not even Julie, could hold a candle to Amanda McGuire Wyeth's drop-dead gorgeous face and incomparably curved body.
What's more, Amanda was wearing a very short cream-colored skirt and a plum tinted turtleneck sweater. The outfit really showcased her stunning physical assets. Amanda was just so breathtakingly gorgeous! In spite of himself, Peter's memories of Julie had begun to fade a bit in reaction to the pleasurable shock of seeing once again just how beautiful his wife really was. Peter was showing himself to be nothing if not labile in his affections! Or was fickle perhaps a better word?
Peter's on the spot assessment of the physical quickly moved to a consideration of the sweet, loving, funny, adorable, and charming qualities that lay beneath the surface of Amanda's stunning exterior. The plain truth that his wife was an absolute dream, inside and out suddenly smacked Peter in the head! This was nothing that Peter had not only known, of course, but the experience of seeing his wife anew after a five-day separation made that realization particularly fresh. In an instant, the unfaithful husband knew in his heart that he was going to have no difficulty whatever in summoning the resources necessary to give his wife the thorough-going loving she both expected and deserved. Julie had been amazingly gorgeous, impossibly fabulous in bed, fantastically sexy ... and so thrillingly buxom. But ... but ... Amanda was Amanda! B-cup or not, she was simply incomparable!
The trip from the gate to the parking lot was likewise eerily similar to that after Peter's arrival from Los Angeles some months before. Peter and Amanda were not only holding hands but also strongly leaning into each other as they walked along and chatted. Peter was particularly happy to learn that Amanda's father was doing very well. He was going to take some time to recuperate but it appeared that his bypass surgery had been a great success.
As they walked along, Peter noted as always that approaching pedestrians of the male variety were giving Amanda bug-eyed looks of astonishment; they clearly could not believe how shockingly good-looking she was. Peter was sure that a high percentage of them were pivoting around after passing the couple for a second look. Peter knew that the sight of his wife's impossibly fine ass and killer legs was going to remain in these fellows' memories for a long, long time. The expression of such enthusiastic approval by other men can be gratifying to a fellow.
Amanda was on her knees and strongly pressing against her husband's body as their SUV merged into the light late evening traffic on I-95. Her left arm was around Peter's shoulder, her right hand was working its way down his pants toward his engorging cock, and her tongue was busily licking his left ear. Amanda was hot! And so too was Peter — it was as if an electrified guy wire was running between them.
"It's so great to be playing with your body again, baby," Amanda breathed. "And tonight more than ever! That's 'cause I've got some news, precious. Big news!"
Amanda seemed almost breathless. Peter knew that something big was up. A feeling of guilt surged through his body. She couldn't.... No, it couldn't be that; the tone of Amanda's voice seemed to promise good news. "Wonderful," Peter began. "Spill it," he ventured impatiently.
"Well," Amanda began, "While I was in Richmond I got an e-mail from Max Perkins in New Haven — he's my editor on the book, you know — and do you know what?"
"What?" Peter helpfully interjected.
"The book is done! All the corrections are finished! No more notes from Max asking me to do this and do that. There's nothing left to do now but print 'er up and ship 'er to the reviewers and the bookstores!" By now both of Amanda's hands had been thrust into Peter's trousers and had disappeared below his waistband. They were, in fact, inside his underwear. The almost terminally horny young woman had managed to wrap both of her tiny hands around her husband's rapidly swelling, anaconda-thick cock and was doing her best to jack him off in the process. "And you know what that means, precious!" she whispered.
Peter knew very well indeed what that meant. It was make-a-baby time! His already rock hard boner jerked in response. If it was thrilling to make love to Amanda in the normal course, it was going to be positively spine tingling to know that each spurt of jism catapulted into her womb might actually be making his gorgeous wife pregnant!
Besides, it was getting to be none too soon to start a family. Amanda, after all, was now 28 — almost 29! — and Peter was 35. It was getting late! The clock was ticking! What a commonplace millennial story! Such is the fate of so many two-income, professional couples that try to juggle careers and babies!
Well, it was now finally the time! Wow! Peter could actually feel a clot of pre-cum dribbling out of his cock hole in response to the exhilarating prospect of creating a baby with his darling wife. Although he was not aware of it, the image of the impossibly buxom and beautiful Julie who had filled up every crevice of his consciousness was continuing to ooze out of his cranium. Not completely — just slightly!
By the time the Wyeth's Lincoln Exposition had turned off I-476 to begin the last leg of the journey to 214 Elm Avenue, Peter had thrust his right hand into Amanda's panties and begun to caress her cunt lips. Jesus! There was enough pussy juice down there to float a boat! No soon had Peter's fingertip slipped inside her twat than Amanda began to shake with a huge cum! This broad was hot!
As soon as her orgasm had subsided, Amanda looked up at her husband with a quizzical gaze. "I guess you can tell how hot I am, baby," she smirked. "It's a combination of wanting you so much plus wanting you to make me pregnant."
"Baby!" Peter exclaimed.
Amanda's look then got a little more curious. "We've talked about it, honey — we've talked about it a lot! — and I know we agreed but — last chance! — are you all set to be a daddy? Are you good with this? Should we go ahead? For sure?"
Peter was almost too overcome with emotion to speak. "Oh, yes!" he moaned. "Absolutely!" he added with a sob.
"Well, then ... " Amanda said, with a bit more briskness in her voice. "The call from Max came on my first day in Richmond. When I got the news I threw my pills in the garbage. So it's been ... um ... four days since I took the last one. I think it usually takes longer than that to get over the pills and get pregnant but some girls have gotten preggo by missing just a couple days or so. We might actually be good to go, honey!"
"From the way you are pulling on my pud, sweetheart, we might be good 'n gone before we even get home!"
Amanda giggled. "Sorry, baby. It's just that I can't keep my hands off you. Especially down here in the groin area. I'll try to control myself until we get in the house at least! I want this loving to be for real! This time, precious, we're fucking for keeps!"
As he and Amanda walked into the house, Peter felt a feverish welling of love flood his entire being. He actually felt warm as waves of devotion surged up and down his body. He loved Amanda so very much! The truth is that Peter's mind's eye would at this point have been hard pressed to summon up a vision of Julie's stunning good looks. Yet earlier that morning, Julie had been his everything! A more capricious lover than Peter Wyeth would be hard to find!
The venture at hand — the making of a baby — also had put Peter in a frantic state of sexual excitement. As the couple walked into the foyer, the lust besotted husband had switched his attention to his wife's incredibly sexy butt. His left hand had slipped into her panties and its broad cupped palm was groping and squeezing Amanda's perfect ass cheeks. He was getting so hot that he frankly did not know if he could wait until the sex-stunned lovers could get up to their bedroom. As far as Peter was concerned, sex on the couch — a frequent event in the Wyeth household — would do just fine!
It was as if Amanda were reading his mind. "I know it's hard to wait, honey, but let's go upstairs. We're playing for big stakes this time so let's do it right. In bed. Delayed gratification — well, delayed for a minute or two! — that's the key. Let's go upstairs and make me pregnant, baby!"
Peter and Amanda made it upstairs in record time. They embraced passionately as soon as they crossed the threshold to their bedroom. Almost instantly, the couple were wildly French kissing as each started to undress the other. Suddenly, however, each seemed to decide almost simultaneously that an interval of fooling around with their privates would be an exciting appetizer to the main course that lay ahead of them.
The lovers stood facing each other only inches apart. Peter slipped his hand under Amanda's extremely short mini-skirt and thrust it down into her panties. She was so wet! He gently rubbed his fingers along her cunt lips; after a few strokes, his fingertips ventured inside Amanda's gushing twat. The brunette knockout shuddered with pleasure as her husband continued to prep her bottom for the loving that lay ahead.
Amanda had managed to unzip Peter's trousers and to fish his iron bar of a cock out of his underpants. He was so stiff! His stallion-like cock was so erect that it was hugging his torso. Amanda grabbed hold of the thick rod with both hands, pulled the horse-sized love stick towards her, and began slowly to jag him off. Jesus! Peter had such a boner tonight that her hands were having less success encircling that massive tool than usual.
The terminally hot lovers passionately embraced while standing alongside their bed. They continued to soul kiss wildly and without interruption. Their mouths were open to their absolute physical limit, and their tongues were wildly searching their oral cavities. Their thick lips slipped and slid against each other as rivulets of warm spit coursed down their cheeks and necks.
Although they continued passionately to French each other non-stop, Peter and Amanda also continued tirelessly to work out on each other's genitals. Almost as a matter of instinct, the two had rotated their bodies slightly off center so each could continue to have full access to the other's privates yet be close enough so that the torrid French kiss could go on and on and on.
By now, Peter had two fingers thrusting in and out of Amanda's dripping pussy while Amanda continued to pull up and down on her husband's amazingly taut cockskin. Those veins! Peter had never been stiffer, Amanda decided. If the effects of the pill had worn off so that her eggs were ready, they were going to start a family tonight!
After some ten minutes of this thrilling interlude of genital foreplay, Amanda looked up at her husband with overwhelming love and almost agonized yearning. "Let's get in bed, precious," she moaned, almost as if in pain. "I need your hot sperm inside me so bad!" Amanda was clearly suffering sexual distress. "I've got an egg that needs your sperm so badly! And it needs it right now! Give it to me, baby! Make me pregnant, precious!"
The two lovers completed undressing each other with almost solemn formality. Once Peter had stripped her of her clothes, Amanda simply fell backwards onto the bed and stared at her equally naked husband. She was so ready for his loving!
Peter could tell that she was looking intently at his massive cock and billiard ball-sized testicles, the source of the hot, sticky ocean of sperm that either tonight or very soon thereafter was going to make her a mommy. In response, he turned to the side so his eager wife could get a full dress preview of the gigantic male meat that was about to fill up nearly all of her torso, and the balls that were going to rocket unfathomably powerful jolts of semen up her twat. Peter knew he was ready: his love pole was sticking out from his body with almost grotesque definition. He was so geared up to impregnate his beautiful wife!
With his trunk turned to the side, Amanda could see how Peter's stallion-sized cock throbbed and jerked. As her eyes widened at the thrill of this lewd display, Amanda whispered, "I'm really at the most fertile part of my cycle, baby. If the pill has really worn off, precious, we could be in business."
Peter grabbed hold of his colossal shaft and gave it a couple of slow jerks. "We sure could be, honey; after all, you know what my sperm count is." Peter paused and licked his lips. "Dr Lowdon says it's totally off the charts! If the pill's worn off, that means you're as good as pregnant, dearest."
No sooner were the words out of Peter's mouth than Amanda began to shudder and shake. Peter could tell she was having a major orgasm simply from looking at her husband's enormous cock and balls, and then hearing him describe his prodigious sperm count. Amanda was clearly visualizing Peter's gigantic cock blasting a huge load of sperm-rich semen into her womb. She could almost feel her egg getting fertilized!
"God! I want to have your baby so much," Amanda moaned. "Making a baby with you is going to be so thrilling!"
Amanda was lying with her butt on the edge of the bed and her legs splayed out in front of her with her feet on the carpeting. She had already spread her legs wide to welcome her husband's cock or perhaps his hot mouth and snaky tongue. Whatever!
In light of their enforced five-day vacation from sex (theirs, that is, not his!), Peter knew that a bit of oral preparation was in order. He was about to dive down on Amanda's muff when he noticed her nipples. His wife's breasts, although nicely formed, were undeniably on the small side. Yet he noticed with some degree of shock that — tonight at least! — her nipples were stunningly long and erect. They were more than an inch long — they might even be pushing two inches! Peter had never seen Amanda's nipples get this long and erect. Her boobs were dramatically smaller than Julie's or Heather's or Gina's or Letitia's — no doubt about that! Yet her nipples were right up in their class — at least tonight! The prospect of getting pregnant was really working on her body tonight!
With a moan, Peter threw himself on the bed and began to tongue his wife's fantastically stiff, elongated nipples. He then drew one and then the other of the nearly fossilized appendages into his mouth. While they were inside his oral cavity he kept on wildly tonguing them. Amanda might not have huge tits but tonight her nips were certainly all a fellow could desire.
Amanda was going absolutely crazy with lust and carnal yearning. This unexpected and frankly unusual tit love was making her writhe in sexual agony. Her beyond-cute butt was migrating from side to side and her hands were flailing around in search of her husband's huge cock. "Oh, honey, honey ... keep on doing that! It's such a turn-on!"
Peter then began to draw most of Amanda's B-cup tit into his mouth as well. As he felt the soft mound get sucked into his hot, welcoming oral cavity, a thrill went through his body. These tits were going to be getting bigger soon — a lot bigger in fact. How big? Who knows? But bigger, for sure. Peter couldn't wait!
Amanda was certainly enjoying the impassioned tit loving she was getting from her husband but she was also able to keep her eye on the ball — so to speak! "Honey, this is so thrilling but I really do need your sperm inside me right now!" Amanda moaned. She was really learning to love the attention Peter had begun to pay to her breasts but tonight she had bigger game in mind. She wanted to get knocked up!
Peter stood up by the side of the bed. Amanda's glistening cunt was only inches away. Peter grabbed his wife by reaching under her thighs and lifting her legs up off the floor. He then began to pull her trunk towards him. In response, Amanda reached up with both hands and took hold of her husband's monster cock. She pulled it down toward her body so that the gigantic cockhead was lined up with her gushing slit.
As he continued to pull Amanda toward him, Peter was shocked to see that his tennis ball-sized cockhead slipped between his wife's cunt lips as easily as if it had been the size of a pencil eraser. This had to mean that his ultra-gorgeous wife was more dilated than ever before. It might even mean they could skip Peter's traditional muff dive and go straight to the main event.
Peter kept on pulling, pulling, and pulling. He did it slowly but steadily. He was fucking his wife by pulling and pushing her body rather than by thrusting his trunk and hips! In response, inch after inch of granite-like cock continued to disappear into Amanda's body. She was shuddering uncontrollably as her husband's horse-sized cock continued its measured but steady invasion of her torso.
This time, not even Amanda's cervix was much of a barrier. She was so open that, although clearances were tight, her husband's obscenely huge cockhead easily slipped into her womb. Peter was all the way in!
As this point, Peter leaned in, eased Amanda's lushly curved little bottom onto the edge of the bed, and began to take over the task of fucking his wife instead of her body fucking him. He began to pull his colossal dick nearly out and then almost violently to thrust it back into her uterus. He was really fucking his wife in earnest.
Amanda had begun to beg Peter to come. "Do me, honey — do my eggs!" she moaned. "Shoot ... shoot ... shoot!" Drool was dribbling down Amanda's beautiful cheeks as she begged her husband to ejaculate and make her pregnant.
In response to the onslaught of Peter's rhythmically pumping love muscle, Amanda had essentially gone into an endless orgasm. Getting fucked by Peter was so unimaginably exciting! She could actually feel the thrust of his cockhead reach its apogee at a point just below her sternum. Experts in physiology might declare that to be impossible but no matter! Amanda was the one getting fucked and she knew what she was feeling!
Peter was getting so excited himself at the prospect of impregnating his wife that he could tell that the temporal length of this coupling was going to be decidedly less than average. On the other hand, he could tell that the volume of life-giving semen he was about to produce was going to be simply prodigious!
Peter was now wildly grunting and groaning. He was fucking his wife with a ferocity she had never before experienced. She knew very well indeed what this meant; Peter's giant cock was about to blast her ovaries with a stunning flood of rich sperm. Amanda had been in an almost constant state of orgasm for well over fifteen minutes now and she needed Peter's jism so very badly. "Shoot it baby, just shoot it," she moaned.
This heartfelt plea found an immediate response. Peter began shaking and shuddering with unimaginable sexual delight. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" he shrieked.
The overwhelming thrill of his cum went on for nearly half a minute before a huge bulge of spunk began to rocket up Peter's cock. As the powerful eruption of seed spewed all over the interior walls of his wife's womb, Peter could tell that for the second time in his life he was ejaculating in a steady stream. Jesus! He was hot! Clearly, the experience of fucking his drop dead gorgeous wife not simply for pleasure, or even for love, but for the purpose of procreation itself was winding his system up to a heretofore-unknown degree. The act of fucking for pleasure, for love, and for procreation at the same time was clearly taking Peter to reaches of sexual satisfaction even he had never before experienced.
The steady stream of jism went on and on and on. So too did the almost unimaginable thrills. If this is what making a baby feels like, Peter thought, the future of the race is secure! By this time, Peter had been spewing male seed for nearly four minutes. A mingled river of vaginal muck and seed was pouring out of Amanda's cunt.
The presence of this flood of sex scum meant that loud sucking sounds were resounding throughout the bedroom as Peter's lunging cock slipped in and out of Amanda's convulsing body. Even though his cock was gushing seed, Peter continued to assault his wife with rapid but steady strokes. Each time his shaft emerged from between his wife's bright purple cunt lips, he could see that it was shiny and slippery with sex muck. As Peter continued to tremble, shudder, and quiver from the effects of this overwhelming ecstasy, he knew that sex with Amanda had never — no never! — been like this!
Finally, nearly five minutes after his cock had begun to explode with its heavy load of highly fertile sperm, the thrills of the orgasm began to subside. Soon Peter was leaking mere drips of cum into his wife's uterus.
As she felt his cum begin to wane, Amanda suddenly rolled back a bit and pulled Peter's still erect cock out of her cunt. "Get me the Kleenex box, dearest!" she ordered. Amanda pulled a generous handful of tissues out of the box and jammed them up her twat. She had lost a lot of sperm while they were fucking but she was determined to lose no more! She wanted those millions of sperm and her egg to get acquainted! The wad of toilet paper was intended to enforce compulsory attendance at this sexual social hour!
Peter and Amanda were too moved to even speak. They simply lay loosely in each other's arms and stared deeply into each other's eyes. "Precious!" Amanda smiled.
"My love! My own wife," Peter responded. "The mother of my child," he added, in a solemn and awestruck tone.
As they luxuriated in the glow of their unfathomably exciting and satisfying sex, Peter's cum had begun to soak through the Kleenex and to ooze down into Amanda's ass crack. The flow was too heavy for even a thick wad of tissue paper to absorb. Her asshole, in fact, was getting covered with his seed.
No matter! Mr and Mrs Wyeth were oblivious. Assuming, of course, that the timing was right, they instinctively knew that if the phenomenal gush of seed that had flooded Amanda's womb was not sufficient to do the job, well then, nothing would.
In retrospect, Peter and Amana were never sure exactly which coupling had made her pregnant. Given the speedy onset of her pregnancy, it was clear that she had conceived soon after her return from Richmond. Was it that fantastic coupling upon their return from the airport that did the trick?
In truth, there was no way to tell. Peter and Amanda, though, decided that they would officially mark that as the day she was impregnated. The sex was so wonderful and thrilling that even if the deed had not actually been done that very night, the couple simply decided arbitrarily to label that as The Night. A more appropriate memorial to a thrilling night of lovemaking was impossible to imagine!
End of Chapter 19
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