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 Title: The Lieutenant's Widow, Part 3
Summary: A young widowed mom wants to have a second child quickly, and
chooses a bereaved dad as her inseminator.  The inseminator's wife joins
the fun, too.  100% fiction, of course, and don't read if you are not of
legal age.
Codes: impreg, lesbian, threesome, MFF
   By A.Muller
   Megan gradually relaxed her legs, and I rolled out of her saddle and
onto the bed itself.  "You know," she said, "tomorrow morning will be the
end of my fertile period, or rather the end of my fertility peak.  I think
I should spend the night here, so that we can fuck in the morning before
you head off for work."
   "OK," I said somewhat innocently.
   "And then," she continued, "we should cool it till the next peak.  Of
course, if your gun has knocked me up -- while saying this she reached over
and stroked what remained of my erection -- then that'll be the end of our
fucking, Mr.  Sperm."
   I did a bit of a double-take.  My brain knew that this pussyfest could
not last, but I didn't want to think about that eventuality.  Megan looked
at my stunned expression and grinned.  "Then again, when a girl's pregnant,
she gets awfully horny, and I'm sure Deidre wouldn't mind sharing you now
and then."
   Megan climbed out of bed, opened the door, and called out to my wife. 
"Hey, Deidre, can you come up here, please?"
   Moments later, my wife entered the room, patted Megan's ass, and
enquired, "Did you guys have an enjoyable and successful interlude?"
   Megan looked at her own crotch, which was oozing sex juices, and pointed
at it.  "Oh, my," Deidre said.  "You have been busy, Steve, haven't you?" I
nodded.
   Looking at me, and then Deidre, Megan said, "I mentioned to Steve that
if he'd knocked me up, that would be the end of fucking me.  He looked
soooo crestfallen, I thought I should cheer him up and mentioned that
pregnant women get horny.  And since I don't have a boyfriend, I told him
that maybe you wouldn't mind sharing him now and then."
   Deidre frowned, but I got the impression that the frown was a put-on. 
"Oh, my," Deidre said.  "Are you suggesting we make this arrangement
permanent?"
   "Not at all," Megan said with mock horror.  "Not at all.  I was just
thinking that if, say, you were out of the house at the grocery store, you
wouldn't mind Steve's rocking my world.  I mean, I think he's demonstrated
that he's capable of fucking more than once a day, even though he is
really, really old." Megan winked at me.
   "In that case, sure," Deidre said, "but I want to test out your
discovery first." She grabbed the viagra bottle, which was sitting on my
nightstand, opened the top, and shook out two pills.  "Take these, big boy,
and I'll be back in an hour to see if you really can handle two women at
your age."
   I took the pills, swallowed them, and wondered what I had gotten myself
into.  Megan threw on her clothes, and as she and Deidre were leaving the
room together, Megan turned and said.  "Don't have performance anxieties,
Steve.  I'll give you a hand in an hour."
   Once again, I was left wondering what was up.  I was also grubby and
needed a shave, so I headed off to the shower.
   The hour passed slowly as I waited for Round Two of that morning's adult
entertainment.  I was freshly shaved, didn't smell like day-old sex, and
had changed the sheets on our bed.  I had also had time to eat a light
breakfast and coo at Rachel, who was in a traveler's playpen.  Megan had
headed to her house for something or other, and my wife was doing laundry
and working on the week's dinner menus.
   Megan reappeared at the door.  Apparently she, too, had showered.  She
certainly had changed clothes.  In her hand she carried a small pink
briefcase.  "I'm all ready," she announced.
   "All ready for what exactly?" I asked.
   "For our threesome, duh," she replied, and slowly stuck out her tongue
and circumnavigated her lips with it.  My dick hardened slightly and
twitched.  The viagra, and Megan, were bringing it to life once more.
   "I heard that," Deidre called out from the kitchen.  She sashayed into
the living room, grabbed first my hand and then Megan's, and asked, "Will
Rachel be OK in the playpen?"
   "Sure," said Megan, and the three of us climbed the stairs to the master
bedroom.  But who was the master and who wasn't?  I had no idea.
   In seconds, the bed was a jumble of arms and legs and tits and a single,
and very erect, dick.  My cock and balls were delightfully aching in
anticipation of the cum to come, even though I had cum in Megan's cunt just
over an hour earlier.  That's an endorsement for Mexican viagra, if you
needed one!
   Megan began kissing Deidre squarely on the mouth and caressing her
breasts, while I moved between Deidra's legs and began kissing, tickling,
and licking my way toward her cunt and clit.  Soon, Deidre was moaning, and
then she said, urgently, "Fuck me, fuck me, oh, for God's sake, fuck me. 
You guys are driving me crazy."
   I crawled up the bed and got in position for a missionary-style bonk,
when Megan pushed me back.  "My turn, Steve.  I haven't done any fucking
since college, when I overnighted with the soccer team." With that, she
leaned over the bed, opened her pink briefcase, and pulled out a strap-on
dildo.  Quickly she put it on, got between Deidre's legs, and rubbed the
phalus up and down my wife's slit.  I sat back and watched.
   Deidre began pushing her cunt into the air, trying to impale it on
Megan's plastic dick.  "Fuck me, please!  Fuck me!" Megan turned and smiled
at me, and then slowly lowered herself into Deidre.  "Oh my God.  Deeper,
please.  Deeper!  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." Suddenly, Megan began humping
for all she was worth.  Deidre grabbed her shoulders and wrapped her legs
around the small of Megan's back.  They were truly a single beast with two
backs.  I reached for Megan's buttocks, and my fingers found her anus, and
I slipped a finger in.  Megan began humping harder and harder, and then
Deidre screamed.  "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Judging by her face, Megan
was cumming, too.  The humping gradually subsided, and Megan rolled off my
wife.
   "Your turn, Steve," she said, and I climbed into position and drove my
cock deep into Deidre's cunt.  Deidre tried to milk my dick, but the years
have made her cunt sloppy.  Still, a warm cunt is a happy place for a very
hard dick, and I was so turned on that soon I was shooting pulse after
pulse of spunk into my wife's now-barren womb.  After I pulled out Megan's
mouth cleaned up my dick while Deidre's lips and tongue explored my face.
   "I love you both," Deidre said.  "I really do."
   I could sense that these were dangerous waters we were entering, so I
said nothing.  Megan must have felt the same way, but rather than leave an
unbearable silence, her mouth left my dick and began kissing Deidre tits.
"You guys are absolutely wonderful," Megan mumbled between kisses. 
"Absolutely wonderful."
   Megan's ass was swaying in the air while she was kissing my wife's tits,
and there was nothing I would have rather done than prong it once again. 
Perhaps if I were younger my dick would have risen for a third time, but
no, there was nothing left in the tank.  I stroked that ass, I pinched it a
few times, I kissed it, and I tried to give it a hicky or two, but there
was no way I was going to fuck it, at least until mid-afternoon at the
earliest, but more likely late evening would arrive before significant
erectile and ejaculatory powers returned to my worn-out penis.
   Eventually we all tired of the hugging and stroking and kissing, and so
just before noon we began taking showers and getting dressed anew.  Rachel
had let us know that her diaper needed changing, and Megan had left the
tangle of bedsheets first.  Deidre kissed me deeply after Megan left the
room and said, "Steve, that really was wonderful.  I've never been with a
woman before, but Megan has been teasing and tempting me for weeks, and I'm
glad she did.  I never imagined a threesome could be so exciting. 
Everything seemed so natural and perfect, as if ordained by the Gods." I
told I agreed completely.
   Megan stayed with us the rest of the afternoon, and toward 6 o'clock she
took me upstairs, and with the aid of another double-dose of viagra, I
managed once again to shoot my little canon into her sex hole.  Late that
evening Megan climbed into our bed as Deidre and I put ourselves down, but
despite yet another double dose, I was unable to perform.  Megan tried
jerking me off, but all that did was make my dick sore and worsen an
unpleasant throbbing in my balls.  The next morning was a different story,
though, as sleep had revived me.  Deidre remained in our bed when Megan
joined us, and added words of encouragement as I humped and erupted into
Megan.
   As Megan's peak fertility was now over, we didn't fuck again for several
days.  We did, however, have a quick rut on the following Friday afternoon,
when I came home early and Deidre was delayed at her job.  Megan said the
fuck was "just to keep the pump primed," but I'm pretty sure she was horny.
I know I was, even though Deidre and I had done the deed the night before.
There's nothing like the thought of more fresh young pussy to keep one's
genitals focused on fucking.
   I received a failing grade in Impregnation 103, as Megan had her period
despite our fuckfest.  The next humping spree was different, however, as I
had a full week to plow her field.  Deidre joined in more than a few times
to help move things ago, and -- bingo!  -- Megan's period never arrived and
the drugstore pregnancy test told a tale of successful breeding.
   Megan toasted the pending arrival of Rachel's sibling with ginger ale,
while Deidre and I enjoyed champagne.  Now what, I wondered.  If I thought
that I wouldn't get to fuck Megan as much, I was only half right.  There
were no more week-long binges, but we did fuck regularly, and from time to
time Megan would suck me to climax.  After all, she no longer needed my
spunk to find an egg inside her.
   When Jenny was born, we had to quit fucking for almost two months, but I
was hardly deprived, as my fuck sessions with Megan had revved up Deidre's
libido.  We were now regularly fucking four times a week, on average, while
before we had tapered off to three and sometimes only two times a week. 
Before our marriage, it wasn't unusual for us to get it on five nights a
week, and four was the norm.
   Jenny was about six months old when disaster struck: Megan suddenly had
a love life that didn't include me.  A friend of hers and her late
husband's, who had also been in ROTC and had also been sent to Afghanistan,
returned to the city after a stay in a military hospital, looked up Megan,
and one thing quickly led to another.  They were married when Jenny was a
bit over a year old.  By then, seven months after our last fuck, I figured
I would never sleep with Megan again.  Wrong again!
   I was busy mowing the yard one Saturday morning, and Deidre was busy
weeding some plant beds, when Megan and her new husband, Fred, stopped by.
"Hi, Steve," Megan called out as she and Fred drove up in a late-model SUV
with dual child seats in the rear.  "Have you two got a minute?"
   "Sure," I said, a thought seconded by Deidre's "Yep."
   "Here goes," said Megan, grinning at both of us while hugging her
husband.  "Fred's a great husband and a wonderful father, but there's more
to the story than you know."
   Fred spoke up and filled us in.  "A roadside bomb can do a lot of
damage, or it can 'merely' maim you.  Well, I was maimed, if that's what
you call having your balls shredded by shrapnel.  I'm still a man and all
that, but my balls can't produce sperm, or at least can't produce enough
sperm to make a baby."
   "And he wants to raise a son or even two," Megan said.  "To play
football and basketball, and all that kind of guy stuff.  That's where you
guys come in.  Steve, are you willing to knock me up a couple more times?
Deidre, would that be OK with you?"
   I said nothing while waiting for Deidre to speak.  It was a wise
decision on my part to keep my mouth shut, I think, as that way I didn't
drool while thinking of fucking Megan many, many more times.
   My wife smiled and looked Fred up and down.  "How about a trade?" Deidre
asked.  "While you're bonking Steve, I get to amuse myself with young Mr.
Fred?"
   Megan looked at Fred, whose face had turned bright red.  "Uh, ma'am, uh
if that's what, uh, you'd like, then, uh." Fred couldn't get the words out.
   "It's a deal, isn't it, honey?" Megan said.  Fred nodded, his face
turning a brighter shade of red.
   Everyone looked at me, and then it was my turn for a red face.  While
hugging her husband with one arm, Megan had ostentatiously reached for my
groin and rubbed.  "How about it, Steve?  Can you still get it up for me?"
   "Absolutely," I said, and grabbed her arm.  "Are you fertile now?"
   "Of course," she said.
   "Let's go inside," I said.
   "I thought you'd never ask," she said.  As we walked in the front door,
I noticed that Deidre had a firm hand on Fred's arm, and was pushing him
toward the cargo compartment of the SUV.  It's a good thing, I thought,
that the SUV has heavily tinted rear windows, and then I gave Megan's ass a
gentle whack as we started climbing the stars.
   Megan leaned into my ear and whispered, "Fuck me, Steve.  Fuck me like
the first time we fucked.  Please."
   I can happily report that we did exactly that.
   THE END

   
  
The Lieutenant's Widow part 3