Chapter 1
"I don't know," my wife said as soon as she had applied lipstick on her 
full lips. "It's a big step to take. Up till now it's only been you and me. 
What will happen when we get a third person into our lives?"
We were getting ready to receive our guests. There was to be nine. They 
were my staff with wives, except for Thomas, Tom, who wasn't more than 
eighteen and just out of school. We used to have them around a couple of 
times during the year partly to keep the feelings of the small business I 
had running smoothly but also because we both liked them all.
"Oh, darling. Of course you're a little scared. It's only natural. It is a 
big step. But I think the time is right. We are doing well. The house is 
big enough for at least two kids, and you stopped taking the pill last 
month."
"Yes. I know what we agreed to. But..."
"You know I don't feel the same making love to you with a rubber. It takes 
away the feeling of your pussy around my prick."
"It's not the same for me either. Oh. Darling, let's just wait another 
month or so. I just want to get used to the idea, the feeling of," she 
hesitated, "of motherhood I guess."
"If that's what you want," I sighed. We had had this discussion a couple of 
months ago to. She was scared stiff of getting pregnant, of the 
responsibilities. She was an only child and wasn't used to getting any 
competition regarding love. I don't think she was envious of the love I had 
to share between her and the child but maybe that she didn't think that she 
could divide her love. I was the third child in our family and my parents 
never treated me and my brother and sister differently. They loved us all 
equally much and I knew that my feelings for Ella wouldn't change just 
because of a child.
She stood and turned to face me.
"I'm ready," she said and looked at me. "You know," she shrugged her 
shoulders, "you know if you were to take advantage of me tonight, if I had 
a little to much to drink that is, you could... Well you could make love to 
me without any rubber."
"Oh, I couldn't do that. I want you to be aware of it. Our first child."
"The option's there..."
We went downstairs and waited for our guests and nothing more was said 
about it.
The evening passed and Ella and Tom seemed to be the only ones who drank to 
much. Tom soon got so smashed that we had to put him in our guest-room and 
I forgot all about him and Ella excused herself just after midnight and 
went upstairs on wobbly legs. When I looked in at her half an hour later 
she was asleep in our bed and I went downstairs again.
Half past one all the guests were gone and I sat down with a final whisky 
and thought about Ella's suggestion. I could feel myself getting hard, but 
I didn't want it to happen that way.
I went upstairs and got ready for bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow I 
fell asleep and slept for about an hour when I woke and had to go to the 
bathroom. When I again lay down I saw that I had forgotten to turn off the 
light in the bathroom and that the light illuminated Ella and that she was 
clearly visible from my side, but left my side of the bed in the dark. I 
was to tired to get up again so I turned towards my wife and looked at her. 
She was laying on her back with the covers thrown away and just a bit of 
the duvet covering her stomach.
My eyes stayed for a while at her small perky tits. They were just visible 
over her chest, topped with little nipples in completely round aureoles. A 
flat stomach which sloped slightly down to her auburn-haired pussy. And in 
all that hair I knew that her rather fat labia was hidden. I doubled my 
pillow so I had a clear view of her pussy and could now see the beginning 
of her fat lips. I could feel my cock harden just looking at her.
I reached over and took her hand in mine and drifted back into light 
slumber as you sometimes do when you has been awake for a while in the 
middle of the night.
Suddenly I was awake.
Something wasn't right. Without any stirring I opened my eyes to look 
around and I saw a dark silhouette in the doorway. Tom! I had forgotten all 
about him. I saw that he looked at the bed and since I had forgotten to 
switch off the bathroom light my wife's side of the bed was clearly visible 
to him while mine was more or less dark. I turned my eyes over to my wife. 
I could clearly see her, and she wasn't covered. During the night she had 
thrown off her blanket and since we always sleep in the nude she was laying 
naked before Tom! That was why he stood there.
Suddenly he took a step nearer the bed. And then another and soon he stood 
by it. I closed my eyes to hide that I was awake and looked at him through 
the slits. Why I didn't tell him to get the fuck out I don't know. I was a 
little turned on by the fact that another man was enjoying the beauty of my 
wife. That another man could enjoy her small breasts and wide hips. The 
hairy hill of her womanhood.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw him reach out a hand and put it on my 
wife's tit. Her breathing stopped for a second and he was about to draw 
back his hand when she again started to breath the heavy breathing of a 
sleeping human.
At once he grew bolder and I could see how he tweaked the nipple between 
the thumb and forefinger and how it grew hard and the aureole crinkled. I 
didn't know that a woman could feel anything when she was asleep, but why 
not? If someone was about to squeeze my prick in my sleep it would grow 
hard, not that it needed that at the moment. It had sprung to hardness at 
the same time as Tom lay his hand on Ella's breast.
I could hear the faint sound of his zipper being lowered and saw how he 
scooped his hand inside his trousers and took out his hard prick. I felt a 
little superior when I saw it. It wasn't as big as mine but just as stiff. 
Maybe it was a little fatter it was hard to tell because his hand 
surrounded it and he pumped it slowly as he caressed my wife's breast.
He let go of his dick and the hand which had been wanking it drifted down 
to my wife's vagina. I realized that she lay with her legs slightly open 
and that he was able to see, and feel, the puffy, pinkish pussylips. If she 
was reacting anywhere like she did when I caressed it I knew that there 
would be little droplets of dew clinging to them, slowly drifting out and 
wetting the hair that almost covered her crotch.
Tom let go of my wife's breast, bent down and put his nose close to my 
wife's pussy and I could hear him sniff the air just above it. I knew that 
the musky smell from her would be noticeable. And if it had been me I would 
have had a hard time controlling my lust to sink either my tongue or my 
cock in that juicy cunt.
Tom wasn't different! I saw how his tongue extracted and took a tentative 
lick at my wife's pussy. And I saw her hips jerk a little and if I hadn't 
watched so closely I would have missed it.
Tom didn't miss it. He drove his tongue deeper in between the slick 
pussylips and faint squelching sounds could be heard when my wife's pussy 
got wetter and wetter.
Suddenly I could feel how her hand, that was holding mine, squeezed mine 
and I heard a faint moan escape her lips and I saw her hips shake. She had 
an orgasm!
Tom noticed it to and he stopped licking and lifted his head and looked up 
at us.
I pretended to be asleep because I was curious, and it was a situation I 
didn't know how to handle anymore. It was to late to stop him. He had 
already done more than I thought that I ever would have let any man do. And 
it was a hot situation. Watching your wife having an orgasm with another 
man! I was both jealous, angry and curious, but most of all I was horny. 
Hornier than I ever had been!
Why Ella pretended to be asleep I don't know. I was almost certain that she 
pretended. I couldn't be sure of course but her hand squeezing mine gave 
her away.
When Tom saw that my wife still seemed to be asleep he frowned his nose a 
little as if he considered what to do next.
I saw him unbutton his trousers and lower them.
What was he doing?
I didn't have to wait long for the answer. He climbed up between my wife's 
legs which had drifted further apart under his licking and gave him ample 
room between them. He climbed up over my wife and stood on straight arms 
while his cock was touching my wife's pussylips. He let it at that for a 
long time. Just feeling the softness of her vagina with the tip of his 
cock. I waited impatiently for his next move, I was sure there was going to 
be one. Was he going to cum like that? Was he going to jack of with his 
cock touching my wife's privates? I didn't think that he would dare doing 
that since that would leave some signs.
Suddenly his hips started to move. He was pushing his cock against my 
wife's crotch. She obviously liked it because I could see how her hips 
moved in small, small moves, just noticeable to me but I bet that he could 
feel it well enough! It seemed to spur him on and he pushed a little harder 
for each time and suddenly I could feel my wife squeeze my hand and gasp a 
little. She hid it with a very impressing little snoring sound.
Had he penetrated her?
I opened my eyes wide to be able to see better. Not caring if he saw me or 
not.
Yes.
The head of his cock was between my wife's puffy lips and I could see that 
they were pushed aside by his wide mushroom and while I watched he sank 
deeper and deeper into my wife's fertile cunt! Soon he was buried ballsdeep 
in it and he started a slow, slow fucking with her. She sleeping, or so he 
thought, the deep alcohol-induced  sleep and I likewise.
He got a little more careless and I could feel the bed rock slightly when 
he pushed in and out of my wife's pussy. I could see her pink pussylips 
cling to his hard shaft as it withdrew and follow it in when he pushed 
forwards.
I wanted to pump my cock but my wife held tightly to my hand and the other 
was tucked under my head and I couldn't move it without letting both of 
them know that I was awake. Awake and aware of the fact that my wife was 
letting another man fuck her while she was at the peek of fertility. I 
didn't want that to happen. I loved her so and I couldn't know what would 
happen if she knew, maybe she suspected but she couldn't know. Not as I 
knew that she was awake. Her breathing and her undulating hips told me so.
He couldn't have been fucking her for more than five minutes when she 
moaned a little and her hips jerked up and stayed turned upwards while she 
had another orgasm. Tom must have felt her pussymuscles contract since he 
stayed still with his cock deep in my wife while her orgasm lasted. Soon he 
started his pumping movements again and this time my wife to got a little 
careless and her hips met his in a more obvious way and her breathing 
became more labored.
The fuck built up and soon I heard Tom groan a deep stifled groan and 
stayed still while his asscheeks clenched while he pumped his potent seed 
into my wife's womb!
Ella held my hand tight as he pumped in her and she seemed to squeeze it in 
the same rhythm as his cock pumped is load.
Finally he sighed, withdrew, stood by the bed and buttoned up his trousers. 
Before he left he patted my wife's pussy one last time and I could see that 
he tried to close her gaping pussylips as if he knew that if he could make 
her keep the sperm inside her it would have a great chance to impregnate 
her.
Soon I could hear the front door softly close behind him.
Chapter 2
I lay perfectly still and tried to control my breathing though it was hard. 
I was horny, and mad, and curious. And horny!
Why hadn't she stopped him? She knew she was at the peak of her fertile 
cycle. I glanced over at my wife who still lay with her legs parted. As I 
watched her her hand crept down to her sex. I watched as she patted it and 
stroked it as if it was a kitten and not a pussy. I saw her middle-finger 
stroke lightly over the protruding clit and she shivered. 
Ella rolled over on her side with her back against me.
What now?
Was the show over?
Should I sneak out in the bathroom and masturbate?
Before I could make any decision I felt how she put her bottom out so it 
touched me. She could feel my hardon poke her ass cheeks. She froze for a 
moment when she felt it, afraid that I would be awake. That I knew. But 
then again, it wasn't that unusual for me to get a hardon in my sleep. She 
used to chide me for my "naughty dreams" so she knew that.
Her hand stretched between her legs and steered my cock against her wet 
cunt and since her fingers were wet from her manipulating her wet sex she 
didn't feel the precum that had oozed out of me during the ordeal.
I groaned a satisfied groan as her wetness surrounded my cock. At last! I 
was going to have an orgasm at last.
When she heard my groan she let my cock slip out and before I had any time 
to protest she turned towards me.
"Did I wake you," she whispered.
Did she ever!
"Mhm."
"Sorry, but I felt that... that it would be the right time and all..."
I bet, I thought. To cover up.
She climbed over me and steered once again my hardon towards her waiting 
love-tunnel.
"Oh, so nice. So big. Oh it's the best," she mumbled as she sank down on 
me.
"How do you know?" I whispered in her ear.
She lay still for a fraction of a second. Then she giggled a bit.
"Because it's mine, silly. All mine," she panted as her hips pumped up and 
down. "Give me a baby, yes give it to me. I want it!"
She rode me with long, slow strokes, pushing Tom's potent load deeper and 
deeper up against the egg waiting in her womb.
I was on fire. Just thinking about helping another man impregnate my wife 
made my cock twitch in her wet tunnel. As my cock expanded, ready to shoot 
my load chasing after Tom's, her pussy clamped down around giving me a 
mindblowing orgasm. Stronger than I ever felt, and Ella's was a real 
screamer. For the first time in our marriage she screamed while she came.
She fell down over me. Her pussy gave an involuntarily occasional squeeze 
while she calmed down.
"Oh, you are the best," she breathed in my ear. "Oh, darling I love you so 
much!"
She slid down from me, with my cock still in her pussy like a cork, 
preventing anything to leak out of her and we fell asleep like that.
In the morning I woke with my cock still in her sloppy cunt and it was 
still hard! I slowly rolled her over on her side and pushed my cock deeper 
into her.
"Mmmm," she moaned as she felt me start to move in and out. "Mmmm, that's 
nice. Mmmm."
Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked at me with a little panic in her 
eyes.
"Oh, my god! We are doing it, aren't we? Making a baby I mean. I didn't 
dream it after all."
If she meant our fuck or hers and Tom's I don't know, but in either case 
she hadn't dreamt it. And this was the closest she came to a confession, I 
genuinely think she wanted to tell me all at that time, but she didn't.
"Funny," she whispered, "I don't feel any different. Shouldn't I? I mean if 
I had... what do you say, catched it?"
"Well, you did, don't you remember?"
She looked at me, again that little shimmer of panic in her eyes.
"Yes, just now, I don't think you ever had such a strong orgasm before. You 
really squeezed me, I thought you were trying to strangle him."
Still we didn't call our privates for "cock, dick, prick, pussy, cunt etc." 
It was "him" and "her"; extensions of our persons.
She playfully hit me on the shoulder and giggled.
"Silly. Why don't you shower and I make coffee, than you can fix some 
breakfast while I shower?"
"OK."
The rest of the week and the next we fucked at least two times a day but 
then she had her period and our lovemaking subsided again to once a day and 
some time later to once every second day.
Chapter 3
The months passed and we continued to make love without any protection but 
Ella didn't get pregnant. We didn't worry though, not yet anyway, there 
were plenty of time for her to have a child or preferably two. Nothing like 
what happened the night when we had my employees over happened again.
I was scheduled to visit a big customer of mine a Thursday and he asked me 
to bring my wife so we could meet as couples and after consulting with Ella 
I accepted. We would spend the weekend by ourselves and have a mini-
vacation.
We checked in at our hotel early in the morning and after a shower I went 
to meet my client. Ella would rest for a while and then she would go 
shopping and we would meet with Carl and his wife later in the evening at 
their place.
The meeting went well and when I came back to our hotel-room Ella had laid 
out her 'trophies' on all the chairs and the bed and she happily picked 
them up one by one and showed them to me.
There were everything from sheer lingerie to a new ashtray, why I don't 
know since neither of us smoke but my wife was happy and I didn't want to 
spoil anything so I just sat and admired all she showed me.
When she at last had showed me everything she came over and sat in my lap.
"I'm looking forward for tonight," she said and kissed me.
"Oh, why is that?" I teased.
"All this shopping have got me... hot," she whispered and nibbled my ear.
"Good. Than I haven't thrown all this money away for nothing."
"Shall we have something to eat now or shall we wait?" she said and slapped 
me playfully on the arm.
"Why not wait and take a drink in the bar before we go to Carl's."
"OK. I think I'll just take a soak in the tub while you take a little nap 
or something."
I did that and when Ella woke me up about an hour later I felt refreshed 
and ready for a night of socializing.
"Why don't you get ready first and then you can wait for me in the bar," 
Ella suggested and since I saw that she wanted to be by her own as she 
prepared herself I agreed.
I had been in the bar for about forty, forty-five minutes when she came 
down. She looked good. Hot. Not provocatively hot but head-turning hot and 
when she approached I had to have another look. Something was different 
about her. Oh yes! Her little tits pushed against the silky fabric of her 
dress without any hindrance and her nipples was clearly showing.
"Well?" she asked when she sat by my side.
"Yes! I think Carl is in for a treat, I only hope his wife plays in the 
same league as you do!"
She gave me a smile and a little kiss on the cheek and when she withdrew 
she reached out her hand and wiped of some lipstick that stuck to my skin.
"Do you want anything before we go?" I asked her.
"Sure. A whisky would be nice."
I ordered two more drinks and we sat chatting about her day mostly and a 
little about mine till the bartender came over to us to tell us that our 
taxi had arrived.
Carl's wife, Joan, stood as we entered the room and my fears that she would 
take offense when she saw Ella wasn't fulfilled. She too was a very 
beautiful lady and it was obvious that she didn't wear a bra either you 
could tell by the way her breast jiggled when she again sat down after 
greeting us, they where big compared to my wife's but she too had a smaller 
bust than normal and I had a hard time keeping my eyes on safe ground while 
she sat in front of me by her husbands side.
When she reached over and placed a drink in front of me her breasts pushed 
against the dress in the most delightful way and I could feel a twitch in 
my groin when I saw that they were full enough to push her dress away a 
little and allow me a quick glimpse of a bit of the cone-formed flesh.
Dinner was delicious as was the whine that accompanied it and the cognac 
after was nectar and I couldn't recline a second or a third nor could Ella. 
Joan and Carl drank as much as we did and the evening soon turned into 
early night and long-drinks were served and by now Joan sat by my side and 
Ella by Carl's. I listened a little to Ella's and Carl's conversation while 
Joan went for some more ice and could hear that they discussed art and 
since they just discussed an artist I didn't like I just sat there waiting 
for Joan to come back.
"Darling I'm going to show Ella our Andreé (the artist they had been 
discussing) in the library."
With that they disappeared and Joan and I continued our conversation for a 
while.
"Oh I'm sorry but I think I have to leave you on your own for a while I 
must powder my nose," she smiled and left me.
When she wasn't back after ten minutes I thought I just had to see were 
everyone was and I went the same way as the three of them had disappeared. 
There was a very soft carpet on the floor so when I turned a corner and saw 
Joan standing silently by a door she didn't hear me and she didn't react 
when I came closer a little curious of what she was doing when I suddenly 
realized that there was something strange about the way she stood there. 
Her dress was sort of crumpled and it was as if she peeked into the other 
room.
I got a little suspicious and sneaked up on Joan and peeked over her 
shoulder and what I saw sent shivers down my spine. My wife and Carl was 
engaged in some heavy petting and Ella had Carl's cock out and was stroking 
it while Carl had my wife's dress bunched up around her hips and her 
panties lay by her feet while Carl fingered her cunt!
By my sharp intake Joan jumped a little and jerked her hand up making it 
obvious that it had been deep down in her panties and she turned and faced 
me and her lips formed a silent 'Oh' when she saw me and she half-turned 
towards me. I took her by her hips and turned her back, facing into the 
room again and she obediently did as I suggested but didn't remove my hands 
from her hips.
Of course my hands strayed. To begin with upwards. I wanted to feel those 
little tits in my hands. They were just as firm as I had imagined and 
sensitive as well judging by the choked moan that escaped Joan's lips when 
I pinched her protruding nipples and she sort of leaned into my hands, 
wanting more attention to them.
I obliged but only with my left hand the right one was already traveling 
down her slender side, past the hip and almost all the way to the hem of 
her dress but didn't quite make it so I had to take a hand-full of the 
dress in my hand and pull it up so my hand could sneak in under it.
My hand touched nylon for a while only a few centimeters later my hand met 
the bare skin and nothing else. I understood that she wore stay-ups on and 
without any resistance my hand soon found its way to a panty-clad crotch 
already damp from her earlier ministrations.
"Nooo," she whimpered as my hand sneaked inside her panties and cupped her 
hairy mounds but she didn't put action to her words and soon my finger 
slipped inside a wet pussy.
"Ooh," she breathed silently and her hips shook, meeting my finger.
I pressed the wrist down so the waist-elastic slipped down a bit and when I 
took my left hand and pushed her panties down on her left side she soon 
stood as naked as my wife was in the other room.
When I looked at Carl and my wife again I saw that he let his pants down 
and I could see his tight ass as he eased my wife down on the floor and I 
understood that he was about to fuck her there on the library-floor. Of 
course I knew that she wasn't protected. She hadn't been for months since 
we tried to get a family started but at the moment it didn't bother me. On 
the contrary it heightened my own horniness.
I drew down the zipper in my pants and let them fall down to the floor and 
with a little struggle I managed to get my boxers down as well. Joan 
shuddered a little when she heard the sound of the zipper but she didn't 
make anything that could be taken for an objection.
"Noo, please, noo. I don't have anything in. I'm-I'm in the middle... 
Ooooh," she sighed as my cock made it's way into her tight cunt hole. 
"Not... no-o-t protected," she whispered as I pushed my cock deeper into 
her. "In the... Cycle... Just now... Oooooh."
I understood that she meant to say that she wasn't protected and that she 
was just between in her menstruation cycles.
"Good," I whispered in her ear. "My wife's just the same." I gave her a 
furious thrust making my cock bottom out in her.
"Oh?" the information acted as oil on flames and her hips moved more 
eagerly in rhythm with my thrusts and she gave herself up and fucked me as 
much as I fucked her.
"Oh, I hope... I hope... Oh yes... I want it... Oh my god... I can't... 
take it... I want it! Want it! Yessssssssss!" she hissed biting her own arm 
when orgasm after orgasm overtook her and when I heard my wife give a 
whimper I tried to look inside the room where she was fucking Carl but I 
couldn't see anything, Joan and I had moved away from the door opening. My 
own cum was triggered by my wife's apparent orgasm and I started to spew my 
sperm inside Joan's milking cunt and she had to put her fist in her mouth 
not to cry out loud. My knees buckled as my orgasm continued to send 
wonders of sensation through my hole body and the milking spasms in the 
cunt in which I was hilt deep in made it even more sensational.
When my orgasm subsided my cock shrunk into limpness at once. It was 
exhausted but I felt fresh and triumphant. Maybe had I impregnated my 
client's wife and the possibility of him doing likewise to my wife didn't 
bother me. It would be an act worthy of Salomon if that was the case, the 
only drawback would be that I knew that he was the father of my child, but 
he would live in the belief that he was father of my child.
Joan stooped when my cock slipped out of her pussy with a little slurping 
sound and withdrew her panties, drew them along her pussy, folded them 
neatly and stuffed them in the inside pocket of my jacket, of course on the 
left side, with a little naughty smile and a wink and then she planted a 
soft kiss on my lips. Took my hand and steered me back to the living-room 
where we sat with our glasses in our hands, talking when Carl returned.
"Ella had to go to the bathroom," he explained when Joan looked 
questioningly at him.
'I bet,' I thought. 'If he deposited as much sperm in my wife's cunt as I 
had done in his wife's she will be leaking for hours.'
Before the evening ended Joan and I got just a couple of minutes alone.
"That was nice," she said in a low tone and a little blush on her cheeks. 
"I want you to know that I've..."
I put a finger on her lips.
"Shh. It was the first time form me to. And I think it was wonderful."
"Me to. I hope there is a consequence though. It would serve him right!"
I smiled and gave her just as light a kiss as she had given me before we 
again were joined by Ella and shortly thereafter Carl.
When we were alone in our hotel-room Ella was just as eager for me to fuck 
her as she had been the previous time she had another cock shooting potent 
sperm into her unprotected vagina and I played along. Pretending that I 
didn't know anything this time either. I don't complain though. I was just 
as hot as she was.
Two weeks later Ella's menstruation began and a couple of days later I got 
a phone call from Joan telling me the good news, she was pregnant! She was 
certain that it was my child because Carl had fallen asleep that night and 
been out of town for another four days before they made love and she had 
her diaphragm in all times up till now. The only thing that bothered me was 
that she wanted to see me, alone. I had to agree but it was with some 
nervousness that I awaited her arrival to our town.
Chapter 4
I got the phone-call from Joan the next Friday announcing that she was in 
town and we set up a time for our meeting. We should meet at a bar near my 
office at lunch-time.
I was nervous the whole morning after all this woman could destroy my 
marriage, even if I had a little advantage over Ella on this I doubted that 
she would be forgiving when she learned that I had made a woman pregnant 
even if it seemed that she was very eager to get pregnant by any man, no 
not any man, she had after all only fucked two men and I had been in the 
position to stop it at both occasions but had chosen not to mainly because 
it had given me great pleasure as well.
Finally I left for the bar and the meeting with Joan. Hesitantly I walk 
towards her but when she saw me her face lit up in a big smile.
"Oh, hi," she said as I sat down in the chair opposite her.
"Hi," I smiled a little more weakly.
She looked at me with a frown on her brows and suddenly they lifted and she 
laughed a musical laughter.
"Oh Paul! For heavens sake! Why do you look so gloomy? You should be glad. 
I'm pregnant with your first child, I take it that it is. Your first child 
I mean."
All I could do was nod my head in agreement.
"I'm happy. Very happy. And so is Carl. And in a strange way I am happy 
that it is your child I'm having. But one thing you can be certain of. 
Legally it's Carl's and no matter what I'll stick to that. So if the 
worried look on your face have something to do with the prospect that I'm 
here to break up your marriage let me assure you that I'm not. I saw when I 
met you that you and Ella are in love with each other. I don't know why 
she... well, fucked Carl but that is not any of my... I..." she hesitated a 
little. "To tell the truth I don't know why I didn't jump straight in and 
broke it all off when I could have and instead peeked on them... Hm. Could 
it be that I wanted you to come and take revenge on Carl by screwing his 
wife? And making her pregnant? Hm, intriguing isn't it?"
Although she had used some 'dirty' words they didn't sound dirty when she 
spoke them, the came out so absolutely natural and with no underlying 
meaning that they just passed as 'ordinary' words.
"So, why... why did you want to meet me then?" I asked.
"Oh it's obvious isn't it? After all you are the father of my and my 
husbands child and I wanted to learn more about you. We haven't met for 
more than five or six hours. I wanted to know how our child will turn out. 
Not by looks, we both are reasonably good looking people," that was an 
understatement regarding Joan, she was a very, very beautiful woman, "no 
more what kind of personality I can expect. I had a little fright though, 
you being blond and me a brunette and Carl dark but there are a few blondes 
on each side of our families, not many but enough to explain it if our 
child turns out to be blond. What do you want? A girl or a boy?"
Suddenly time just flew and when I looked at my watch I saw that I was 
already late for work and after a hasty bye and a new time for a date later 
that evening I left her.
I couldn't concentrate on my business that afternoon and decided to make it 
a short workday.
I went home and told Ella that I had to meet a client later and I wanted to 
take a nap before that. It was a lie but I wanted to be alone so I could 
digest all Joan had talked about. Yes it had been her doing most of the 
talking I had just sat there listening and looking at this remarkable 
woman.
Her face shifted with the subject. With a very serious, almost stern look, 
when she talked about something important, a little smile curving her lips 
when she talked about her life with Carl, a bigger smile when she talked 
about the unborn baby she was carrying.
I must admit that my mind drifted once in a while when I looked at her. I 
just had to admire her looks. She was a brunette with just shoulder-long 
hair and accordingly her eyes were brown. Her mouth, with a faint shadow of 
lipstick, was rather large and her teeth white and even. Her nose was 
straight, cheekbones high and a sharp little chin that could turn nasty if 
she wasn't careful. Broad shoulders for a woman, small breasts hindered 
with no bra, a slim waist and a cute little ass, long legs and round 
thighs. The latter I had to recall from the previous meeting with her 
because she sat almost all the time we spent together in the bar except 
when I had to leave, then she stood and gave me the softest kiss on my 
lips.
I had offered to take her out for dinner later that evening and had made 
reservations in a restaurant that Ella and I never frequented for seven 
o'clock and I left three quarters before that to pick Joan up.
Chapter 5
I picked Joan up at her hotel and she looked even more stunning tonight 
than she had done the first time I saw her. She radiated beauty. It wasn't 
a cock-twitching beauty but the old fashioned, romantic beauty. The female 
beauty that urges any man to flex his muscles, pump his testosterone and 
protect this innocent female.
I don't know if she could read my thoughts as she walked towards me but she 
smiled a smile of shy knowledge the eternal female knowledge. She reached 
up and planted a soft kiss on my lips. A kiss with no promises. No 
underlying meaning. Just a kiss of affection and I didn't know whatever I 
had done to deserve it but whatever I had done I was proud of.
She made the usual woman's small-talk while I drove to the restaurant where 
we spent a very pleasant evening together and made plans to go away on our 
own for the next week-end. She made it clear that she would reserve rooms 
and she put an emphasis on the word 'rooms' which made it perfectly clear 
to me that she didn't have anything else in mind besides getting to know 
her child's father.
I warned Ella that I might have to spend the upcoming week-end away and 
informed her on Tuesday that it was all arranged. It wasn't that unusual 
for me to have to spend some time away from home while I had meetings with 
clients. Or possible client's and there had been times when nothing had 
come out of this meetings so there wouldn't bee anything suspicious with me 
coming home empty-handed.
On Wednesday Joan called and said that she had made all the arrangements 
and that she should meet me at the hotel on Saturday evening.
I must admit that I felt like a schoolboy waiting for his first date when I 
sat in the hotel-lobby waiting for her to come. I had checked in about an 
hour earlier and had gotten a message that Joan would be a little late for 
our meeting and to meet her in the bar an hour from now.
I did just that and she showed up just as she had promised and she looked 
just as beautiful as she had last week and as last week she greeted me with 
a soft kiss on my lips and a smile after that.
"Sorry I'm late," she stated when she sat in front of me.
"Oh, it's forgiven just looking at you," I said with a tint of teasing but 
with a deep true feeling behind it.
She just smiled and told me what she wanted to drink when the waiter at the 
same time stood by our table probably drawn there by her beauty.
We had another pleasant time together and time passed quickly.
"It's getting late," she observed as the restaurant became more and more 
empty.
"Yes. I haven't noticed. It's been a pleasure talking to you."
"And to you," she said as we started for our rooms.
We walked in silence, each of us engaged in our own thoughts till we 
reached her door. She pushed the key into the slot and then she turned to 
me.
"Maybe another drink before we...?" she asked.
"Anything to stay in your company for a while longer," I said before I had 
any chance to think of what to say.
She laughed a little, not out off amusement, more out off... I don't know, 
just the way women tend to laugh when they have hooked us men, if you know 
what I mean. A little satisfaction, a little flattered, a little 
triumphant, a little motherly.
She opened the door and led the way inside and pointed me to a sofa while 
she fetched the drinks, then she came back and sat by my side.
We sipped our drinks in silence when she suddenly turned to me.
"I hope you don't fall in love with me," she said, concern in her voice.
"But I do, I am. Not that I don't love Ella. But I love you too," I 
confessed.
"Yes, I see what you mean. I think it's the same for me. There's a place in 
my heart that loves you very much, and another that loves Carl. I will not 
do anything to harm any of them but..."
"Me neither. I love my wife, not less now that I have met you but even 
more, deeper," I said as I lent forward and put my lips on hers and she 
responded by turning completely towards me.
Her arm encircled my neck while my hand automatically ended up on her waist 
and when she didn't do anything to break the kiss I let my hand stray up a 
little with my thumb pointing inward and soon made contact with the lower 
part of her little breast. She drew a deep breath through her nose as she 
felt my finger touch her but did nothing to stop it or remove it. She moved 
a little so there was even more contact and encouraged I let my whole hand 
cup the breast and she screwed it into the palm of my hand and the nipple, 
which was easy to feel through the thin material of her dress, hardened 
under my touch.
Her breath became more labored and a fragrance of musk crept into it, the 
fragrance of an arousing woman. Her kiss became more intense more demanding 
and I responded accordingly.
"Oh, this wasn't supposed to happen until the last night. I didn't want us 
to get too involved with each other," she whispered. "Well, now you may as 
well stay the night," she added with a happy smile. "Go and get your 
toothbrush and what else you need while I wash and get ready for bed."
I did and came back in a flash and I met her in the door to the bathroom. 
She had a silky dressing gown on and she didn't say anything as she passed 
me but I turned and followed her with my eyes.
She shed her gown and stood there naked, with her back turn towards me for 
a very short while and then she disappeared under the blanket. She saw me 
looking and gave me a quick smile.
"Hurry," she said.
When I came back into the room I was naked and walked toward her and her 
eyes was glued to my cock, dancing a little dance in rhythm with my steps 
in a way that made it a little stiffer for each step I took, she threw the 
blanket up, welcoming me in beside her and I got a flash of her nude body.
She turned towards me and wriggled into my arms and my hand immediately 
reached for her tight ass and got a grip on one of her cheeks. When I 
gently drew her closer to me she willingly followed and soon her body was 
pressed against mine. Our lips locked.
Her hard nipples bored into my chest and her hairy cunt tickled my abdomen 
and she rubbed herself against my hardening cock uttering a content little 
groan.
I reached down and lifted her leg up over my hip and with a little movement 
my erect cock pointed straight at her pussy. She ground it against the 
pointy head, causing her pussy-lips to spread and letting the outer part of 
my cock slip in between them and then she stopped. Once in a while she 
moved her hips in a little grinding motion, making my cock churn the 
entrance and she would moan into my mouth.
I just lay there, letting her take all the initiative, getting to know her 
preferences. Feeling her body up. My hands roamed freely over her, cupping 
her breast, pinching a hard nipple, squeezing an ass-cheek, glide along the 
curve of her hip or lower back. Feeling the vulnerable female shoulder and 
neck.
Her hand caressed my back mostly, but once in a while they made a shy 
detour to the front, down and feeling my hard cock in a quick caress and 
then back up again as if she didn't want to disturb what was going on below 
our waists.
"Oh, I can't take it any longer," she moaned and pushed her hips forward 
making my cock dip deeper into her wet cunt. "I want it now! No more 
teasing. In me. I want you in me. Now, now. Oooh, yesss..."
She rolled over on her back drawing me with her and the movement made my 
cock almost slip out till I was on top of her when it almost made it into 
her by the full length and she shrieked as I forced the membranes in her 
pussy stretched more than what they were ready for. Her legs opened a bit 
more as she tried to get a more comfortable penetration and she grunted a 
little when she was able to accommodate my hard cock. She sighed a little 
and forced her hips to get me deeper inside her and soon we found a rhythm 
that satisfied us.
Her hips rose and met my intrusions and when I withdrew she dragged her 
clit along my hardness and I could feel how her pussy got wetter and wetter 
but it was just as snugly fitted around my cock even as her legs drifted 
further and further apart so her feet was almost over the edge of the bed 
though it was very broad.
Sweat broke out on our bodies and when I raised my chest from hers to get a 
view of her breasts it made a squishing sound as our skins parted.
Her nipples was brightly red in crinkled aureoles topping two cone-formed 
breasts that hardly had sunk down anything. I bowed my head down trying to 
get my lips around one of these beauties and when she sensed what I was 
trying to do she arched her back a little, hooked her heels in the hollow 
behind my knees to get a lever and finally I was able to taste one hard 
little strawberry.
Her head rolled on the pillow as I suckled on the hard nipple and her arms 
flailed without any purpose and her teeth chewed her lower lip.
She drew me up by my hair till our lips met and she forced a demanding 
tongue into my mouth seeking mine, finding it and danced with it for a 
while. She tore away.
"Yes! Yes! it's just as good as I thought it wood be! Oh yes, oh god I'm-
I'm gonna cum, cum now yes give it to me, yes, yes, I want it, yes deep in, 
deep inside, all the way in oh yes!"
Her cunt started to ripple around my cock when I once in a while let it 
rest deep, deep inside her.
I started to tease her a little by pretending to push in but just as her 
hips started to move up to meet my intrusion I stopped and drew back a 
little so my cock didn't slip any further in. The first time this happened 
she didn't notice that it was intent but only sank down again, thinking 
that she had misjudged the rhythm but when I the next time did the same her 
eyes flew open and she looked accusingly at me and when I instead of the 
soft penetration she was expecting just slammed my cock deep into her she 
almost hiccuped a shriek but she didn't complain.
I decided to try another tactic. I gave her fast, short stabs barely 
getting the head of my cock inside her and when she found that it gave her 
clit a real nice rub she just lifted her hips up a little but just as she 
did that I slid my cock all the way in her and she mewed as I bottomed and 
a spasm squeezed my cock at the same time.
Two deep thrusts later I again started the stabbing tactic and she tilted 
her hips up getting the rubbing on her clit again, but this time she was 
expecting a deep thrust as she did that but I didn't do it. I kept the 
short stabs going and when she relaxed in her pleasure then I slid al the 
way inside her and again she mewed and again her pussy cramped on my cock.
Almost half an hour later of this teasing she whispered hoarsly to me.
"Stop teasing me, please. I want to cum now, really cum a good cum."
"Me too," I whispered back.
"Try to do it at the same time as I do it!"
It only took a couple of in and out movements for her to start cuming and 
as soon as I felt the first spasm in her pussy I too came.
It was as if a barb-wire had been drawn out off my spine so intense was my 
orgasm and all my life-supporting systems shut down while the orgasm forced 
through my body and mind and I didn't take any breath for what seemed to be 
an eternity and my heart didn't beat for just as long.
And then a deep, animal like groan escaped my throat and I sank down on her 
and at the same time rolled off her.
Joan just lay there and I had too look at her to make sure she was alive so 
still was she. She must have known that I was looking because a smile 
played on her lips when she felt my eyes and her tongue stuck out a little 
trying to wet her dry lips.
"Woaw," she whispered after a while and lay her head on my chest.
I stroked her over her hair and played a little with her ears and she 
giggled a little when it tickled.
She reached down and fondled my slimy but still hard cock and when it once 
in a while twitched and jumped in the aftermath of orgasm she hummed a 
little.
When she again she lay her head beside me she did it turn towards me.
"Do you know what I've heard the Chinese say?" she asked with a smile.
"No. What?"
"They claim that the nose get soft after a... fuck."
"I don't believe that. If that was true my nose would be so soft that it 
would have sunk down laying flat on my face."
She laughed her happy laugh reached over and kissed me.
"Mine too," she laughed. "Mine too. I'm glad that we didn't wait till the 
last night."
"Mhm."
We spent the weekend in bed. Only leaving the room for a brisk walk and a 
meal in the evening. Lunch we had served in the room. And we talked. And 
talked. And made love. And fucked. And kissed. We behaved as newlyweds. We 
felt as newlyweds. We were in love.
Chapter 6
Joan and I fell in love with each other these couple of days we spent 
together but not in any marrying way. I knew that I would miss her till the 
next time I saw her but I shouldn't miss her as much as I would have missed 
Ella if she for any reason would leave me.
We made a promise that we would try to meet at least once every month but 
we also knew that it could be difficult to make excuses for to many and 
frequent meetings after all we lived a fair distance from each other. But 
suddenly all that changed.
It was two weeks after the weekend I've spent with Joan when Carl called me 
and set up a meeting he had some business to discuss. Of course I asked him 
to bring Joan even if I knew that there wouldn't be any time over for us to 
spend together but at least I would see her and talk to her.
When they arrived on Friday I and Ella had made reservations at the local 
theater, it played some Ibsen drama that I knew Joan would be interested 
in. We had reservations at a very nice restaurant and we had booked rooms 
for Carl and Joan at the best hotel in town and Ella would pick them up at 
the station.
Both I and Ella looked forward to meeting them again, I don't know if Ella 
was thinking of her quickie in the library and maybe thinking of a repeat 
performance with Carl. If she did I wouldn't mind, that would give me the 
opportunity to sink my babymaker in Joan's lovely cunt.
Ella met them at the station and drove Carl to the meeting with me while 
she and Joan spent the day together.
I couldn't see from what Carl talked about what was the haste of this 
meeting, what we discussed we could have sorted out over the phone but I 
thought that he might need some time off and that this was just an excuse 
to do that so I didn't say anything.
The day went quick though and Carl left for the hotel while I finished what 
I had to do before I went home.
Ella chatted as usual when she was exited about an evening out and I only 
listened with half an ear to what she was talking about, I was used to her 
talking and knew when I had to listen and to respond.
We had time for a drink before we left to pick Carl and Joan up and maybe a 
drink in the bar before the play started.
When I met Joan she gave me a quick kiss on the lips and her playful tongue 
made a quick touch on mine before she drew back. We decided against drinks 
and went straight for the theater.
We sat with me on the outer place next to Joan who had Carl next to her and 
then my wife. Joan was soon engrossed in the play but halfway through I 
felt her hand sneak over the armrest and land on my thigh and I covered 
hers with mine and we sat holding hands for the rest of the show. And I was 
just as happy as any school-boy would have been on his first date.
After the show we went for dinner and when we sat with a cup of coffee and 
a cognac the real reason for Joan's and Carl's visit was revealed.
Carl was about to expand his business by taking over, or rather 
incorporate, his father-in-law's firm which would more than double his 
turnover and was offering me to take over all of his business but I had to 
expand my firm to be able to afford him the service that he would be 
demanding. Of course that would mean that I had to either move the whole 
thing or open a branch in their town.
I asked for a week to think things over, though I was more than half 
decided to accept his offer if that meant that I would be closer to Joan 
but I had to think about it in a more rational way and confer with my 
employers and Ella.
The next news they told us was that Joan was pregnant and Ella shrieked 
with delight on their behalf and there were kisses and hugs shared all over 
an funny enough I felt a genuine warmth toward Carl when I gave him a hug 
and he seemed to have similar feelings towards me, this could really be the 
start of a great friendship.
I ordered a bottle of champagne but Carl asked if we shouldn't drink it in 
their room instead so I asked for it to be delivered in their room. We 
spent another hour talking before it was time for Ella and me to go home 
and we had already made plans for the next day.
Chapter 7
The week following Joan's and Carl's visit was busy for me. I had to talk 
to my staff and select someone who could run business on this side. I had 
already more or less made up my mind to I ask Bert, the first man I had 
employed when I had run it all by myself for a couple of years. He had 
helped building everything up, had a very good relationship with our 
clients and would be the perfect man for the job. And besides he had a very 
representative wife, Amy, as well.
I asked them over to our place for some food.
They showed up and hugs and kisses were shared. I didn't say anything about 
my plans till after dinner and when I did both Bert and Amy looked a little 
embarrassed and when I asked what was wrong Bert revealed that he had some 
plans for opening a business himself since he didn't seem to get anywhere 
being employed.
I asked him for his budget and other things and a plan of getting into 
partnership with him was already forming in my mind and I told him so.
"I have everything written down on paper and if I had known what you were 
going to offer I would have brought it with me so we could have looked 
everything over. I have some new ideas that would..."
His eager speech was interrupted by Amy.
"Why don't you go home and get the papers. It would be very interesting to 
hear what Paul thinks about our, your, ideas."
"Oh it would be almost impossible to get a taxi now."
"I could drive you, I haven't had that much to drink," Ella said. "And it 
wouldn't take more than... what ten minutes there and ten back here and a 
couple of minutes for you to pop inside and get your papers. What do you 
say, darling," she asked turned to me.
"It would be nice to get everything in place tonight, even if I had planned 
some time for you to think things over..."
"OK if it's all right with you," Bert asked his wife.
"Of course it is. I'll clear the table for you while your gone," she said 
to Ella.
I helped her and it only took us a little more than five minutes to get 
everything out in the kitchen. We sat and talked after I had put some music 
on. I noticed that Amy sort of moved her foot in rythm with the music and I 
remembered that she was very fond of dancing so I asked her if she wanted 
to dance even if I felt a bit silly since we were on our own but she 
agreed.
The first song was a rather lively one but the second was a slow one and 
she crept into my arms and rested her head against my shoulder. I have to 
blame on the alcohol what I did next.
I let my hand glide down and land on the lower part of her back. She didn't 
complain but let her body melt closer to mine and her arms held me close.
Braver by her response I placed my right hand on her left butt cheek and I 
could feel how tight and soft it was. A little bigger than my wife's and 
very caressable. When she felt my hand she lifted her face a little so her 
lips was resting on my neck just above the collar of my shirt and her warm 
breath brushed against my skin.
I got my other hand in between us enough for my thumb to brush over her 
breast and she sighed a little when it made contact with her nipple. I 
could feel that she didn't have any bra on and she didn't need one either. 
The breast I could feel was firm enough to stay up by itself.
Amy's upper body withdrew enough to let my whole hand cup her breast and 
she leaned into it a little so her tit pressed against the palm of my hand 
and I could clearly feel her hard nipple while I massaged the little hill 
while my other hand tried to raise her skirt so I could get a feel of the 
texture of her ass as well.
She raised her face and our lips met and soon our tongues played hide and 
seek with each other. Amy's breath came in a deep humming sound as I 
caressed her breast and pinched her stiff nipple and when my hand found 
it's way inside her panties and a finger played with the crack of her ass 
she humped her pussy against my bulge.
Just as I had worked my hand down from behind so I could start to feel the 
coarse hair on her cunt we heard the car pull up in front of our house and 
we hurried to sit down and talk when our better halves came into the room.
While Bert and I discussed his plans and made some of together, it seemed 
as if he already had accepted my offer and when I asked him he said that it 
would be the best solution for him. That way he didn't have to work alone 
and build something up from nothing, now he could develop what I had 
started and he had helped me create. I was glad to hear that and called for 
our wives to come in and bring the whisky. 
We toasted and drank to the new arrangement and then Bert and I got lost in 
some discussion till Amy coughed.
"We're all thrilled and happy but I think you should let it lay till Monday 
at the office and just relax now."
We agreed and I apologized to Amy for being such a bad host but she 
wouldn't have anything of that. She understood and agreed wholeheartedly 
but everything had a time and a place.
Suddenly we seemed to be drinking rather heavily and we had a very nice 
time. Again I put some danceable CD on and we danced almost nonstop, 
interrupted only by some drinking.
At one o'clock we were all drunk and sat with Ella and Bert in one sofa and 
Amy and me in the other. When Amy returned from a trip to the bathroom she 
turned the knob and dimmed the lights even more and the room went so dark 
that I just could make out the silhouettes of Ella and Bert across the 
table.
"Oh, no," Bert laughed.
"What?" Ella asked.
"I know that sign."
"What sign?"
"When Amy have a little to much to drink she gets... what should I say, 
'cuddly' and when she does she always dim the lights, at home that is!" he 
added with a laugh.
"Soooo?" Amy laughed.
"Oh, nothing," Bert laughed.
Amy sat beside me and crept close.
"He's right you know. I always want to... cuddle when I get a little drunk. 
It's as if the booze runs down and end up... Well never mind."
I put my arm around her shoulders but didn't dare to make any further 
advances but she took my hand and placed it on the little tit I had felt 
before and the nipple was already hard and stiff.
She turned her face and nibbled on my throat, sucking lightly on the 
sensitive skin and shills of pleasure ran down my spine to my cock which 
twitched and hardened. I looked hard over at Bert and my wife and saw that 
they seemed to be engaged in some petting too so I put my right hand on 
Amy's knee, working it upwards and she spread her legs making my advance 
easy and soon I had the damp feeling from her pussy against the back of my 
thumb and I sneaked it in under the leg of her panties and the coarse hair 
I had felt a little of before again tickled my hand.
She wiggled herself into a better position so I could more easily get to my 
goal and the first thing that met my sneaky fingers were the warmth then 
some dampness and then, eureka! I had it! Had it in my hand. I cupped Amy's 
pussy in my hand and she humped against it.
"You've just got to finish what you started earlier. Oh I hope Bert and 
Ella gets along as well as we do!" she whispered hotly in my ear.
Ella! I had to see what she and Bert were doing.
In the dim light I could clearly see my wife's white thighs and Bert's arm 
on the move down with something white in his hand. My wife's panties! I 
took this as a go ahead.
"I think they even get along better than us!" I whispered back to her.
"Good!"
She glued her lips on mine and while my hand was busy under her skirt my 
tongue was busy in her mouth. Thank god for simultaneous capacity!
I used my wrist as a lever to pry Amy's panties down over her hips but then 
I had to let go of her hilly cunt and draw them the rest of the way down by 
hand.
As soon as this was accomplished I went back to the task of exploring this 
wonderful pussy that lay under my hand.
The first thing I had noticed was that it was a high-hilled cunt, like a 
bun it raised itself between her thighs and the next thing I noticed was 
that it was wet! Pussy-juices were flowing like a spring brook and the hair 
was already matted with them.
Her hands meanwhile stroked my back and occasionally they made a half 
circle and tried to feel my hard manhood but the position that we were in 
made it impossible for her so I raised my hips and with my left hand I 
unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped my trousers and with the same hand I got 
them down over my ass enough to free my hard-on and with no more 
preliminaries I pointed it at the wet opening.
"Beware," she whispered in my ear. "I didn't have to pee, I had to get my 
diaphragm out!"
"What?!" I whispered almost loud.
"Yes. I want a momentum from today and what could be better then one I can 
remember all my life?" she almost giggled.
I don't know what it was that made me attract women with the desire, not 
only to cheat on their husbands, but to get a child by her lover. After all 
I'm no Adonis just an average man, rather tall but I'm to skinny for my own 
liking, at least when I was a teenager it was an embarrassment but nowadays 
I've accepted my body as it is and am comfortable with it. This was the 
second such woman I had met... Wrong! The third! I shouldn't forget my own 
wife! She had been more than willing to get a child from someone else but 
me on two occasions, that I knew of. Whatever it was I didn't complain! 
Maybe all women had this fantasies? Anyhow, this was much more exiting than 
just getting a new trophy-pussy. I wondered if Ella had bothered to put her 
diaphragm in or if she just let my new partner fuck her without any 
protection. I was a bit disappointed that I hadn't thought of checking the 
box when I went to the bathroom earlier. It would have heightened my 
excitement if I knew that she was unprotected, not that it mattered all 
that much. It wasn't more than a couple of days since her period had ended, 
so the risk of her getting pregnant by Bert was minimal.
"When was your last menstruation?" I had to ask Amy.
"Ten days ago. I checked it before we left home to see if I had to put my 
diaphragm in or not, so Bert thinks that I'm protected if you make me 
pregnant!" she whispered hotly in my ear.
She slammed her hips up and ground her cunt against the base of my hard 
cock. It was such a great feeling that I had to moan a little when her 
pussy totally engulfed my dick and when she rubbed her hips back and forth 
I could feel that the head of my cock touched the tap of her womb and it 
lashed out at the sensitive tip and added to the thrill of knowing her 
being in the midst of her period, on the peek of her fertility.
Slowly I started to fuck my partner's wife and her hips eagerly came up to 
meet my intruding cock, mashing her cunt against my cock-hair, rubbing it 
against it. Her pussy suddenly contracted around my cock and she giggled a 
little in my ear.
"Oh, this is good. Soo goood! So hot! We'll have to do this more! Much 
more! Many times! Oh! I'm cuming again! Aaagain!"
Amy seemed to cum in one long orgasm and her pussy's incessant massaging on 
my cock made it impossible to hold back my own orgasm any longer and with a 
hot moan I started to pump my potent sperm inside this wonderful cunt. I 
pressed myself tightly down against her spasming cunt making sure that the 
sperm had a good chance of swimming up to the waiting egg and impregnate 
it. Making me a daddy for the second time.
A moan from my wife made me look over at her and Bert and I saw that his 
ass-cheeks quivered as he in his turn pumped his sperm into my wife's eager 
pussy and maybe making me a third-time dad.
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