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I married Joseph when I was 18 and sex with him was never the greatest but at least I stayed faithful to him, never looked at another man, well not really. All women look at other men but you know what I mean, I would never have thought to have sex with one. OK there might have been one -- laugh.

We like to see a great body on a man and a lovely tight arse will always get our attention, well it does mine, but that is as far as it goes normally regardless of the fact that Joseph has always been a "Wham bam, thank you Ma'am" husband at best and then usually when he was drunk. Then suddenly even that stopped. Couldn't get an erection he said.

I tried to be understanding about it but gradually all outward signs of affection disappeared. No more kisses before leaving for work or on arriving home, haven't had any flowers for years. He lays in bed with his back to me and snores like a pig.

I am not saying these things to mitigate my actions, like I give a fuck what anyone thinks of me. I needed a good seeing to and I have just had one. Half an hour ago I was fucking like there was no tomorrow with a young guy who lives a few blocks away, who is great to look at, has a fantastic physique and is just exciting to be with and to talk to. He makes me feel good, in fact better than I have ever felt. My husband had been my only lover until today, now I have had a taste of something else and it was fucking amazing.

I was a bit disconcerted at first, you know, opening my legs like that for another man, I felt so exposed and especially with him being much younger than me. When he told me to open my legs it was like -- what? It was like, god he is going to be able to see my slit. My husband has never wanted to do that really. When I did open my legs it felt so naughty. I felt like a young girl showing my pussy to a lad, something I had never actually done.

"Cute little pussy, Rachel," he said, "and so wet you naughty girl."

I was a naughty girl, wasn't I? But it did feel deliciously wicked. All this was new to me, a man talking to me like that, I hope he does it again. I keep giggling when I think about it. I have never felt like this before after sex. I feel like a silly schoolgirl.

OK, I don't have the young body I once had but my tits have held up better than most. My legs and thighs have always been a strong point. They looked especially great half an hour ago spread across the bed with a very attractive young man's hips jigging between them -- giggle.

Jeff has been making it clear for some six months that he would love to shag the arse off me. He is 42 and clearly likes a younger woman. Joseph and I met Jeff at the local pub one Friday night, he sits and talks sport with Joseph but his eyes tell the story of what his real motive is and Joseph is so thick he couldn't see it. He certainly had a glint in his eye from the first moment. He has an impish smile that turns to lecherous when he looks at me. He is cheeky with it and has a wicked sense of humour. I liked him an awful lot but would never have thought of having sex with him, well not actually having sex with him, until Joseph made the big mistake of leaving his computer logged into Literotica a fortnight ago just before he came up to bed at two o'clock in the morning.

I had never visited this website, never knew it even existed, and was shocked to think that he had. I found some stories he had written about fucking lots of women some as recent as the past few weeks, he's a liar, I know that. He couldn't get laid in room full of women prisoners. His biography was illuminating too. You would think he was the stud of the north not a man who couldn't get an erection to save his life, well so he said. He was getting an erection alright, well if the photograph of him looking ridiculous in a pair of Speedos I never knew he had is anything to go by. His face was hidden of course but it was him alright.

He was reading all these sexy stories and had loads of them he put in his favourites along with favourite authors. I felt cheated and betrayed. In his biography he said he hated stories about wives who cheat but said he was interested in friends, sex and women. Well it felt like the bastard was cheating on me.

I tried to login to his email account. His password was easy enough to guess. He loves rugby and is mad about the Harlequins so I tried that and Bingo I was in. He was writing lewd emails to women authors calling them sluts and every other name he could think of. Did he see me like that? Then there were some women he was simulating sex with by the use of emails. I was gutted. I'm not now, I am positively on fire with excitement, I have had a lovely cock so deep up my pussy for the first time in six years and it was fantastic. It was really thick and I could feel it throbbing inside me.

I know what some of you will say, two wrongs don't make a right but then he will get clean away with it and why should he? Jesus I'll tell you what though, that Jeff got me fucking like I have never fucked before, my arse was going at it ten to the dozen -- chuckle.

I have just gone six years without loving sex or sex of any kind, while he was wanking himself silly at his computer. How do I know? Because I fucking caught him at it, that's how. I went to bed leaving him downstairs with his computer and after a while I quietly came back down. I listened outside the living room door until I could hear him building up to his orgasm, I was gutted. Then I opened the door to the living room and walked in just as he was getting ready to shoot a plume of spunk out of his cock, "vinegar stroke" he calls it. That led to one unholy row but he had been rumbled and I was starting to reassess my life. I like sex too, I thought.

Now I must admit that once having found these stories I could easily get aroused reading some of them, especially those written by some of the women authors, women who had affairs outside of their marriages, women I could relate to because of the reasons that made them do it. Women with husbands like mine and much worse. I spent a few crazy afternoons fingering myself silly reading some of the more exotic stories. Masturbating had never been for me but it was now. I had found an exotic side to me I never knew existed.

What was a cuckold? I had never heard of it before. It's a man whose wife cheats on him, I looked it up. Well Joseph is one now. I made him one just over half an hour ago. He does not know it but he is. He will be home from work in another hour. He will just walk in as normal expecting his dinner on the table. He won't even know he has been cucked today. Aren't I awful thinking like that?

Jeff suddenly became much more interesting, well he would wouldn't he? When I took a perfect opportunity to nip his gorgeous arse he needed no more encouragement. It took a lot of courage on my part to do it. I have seen lovely arses on lots of men but there is a big difference between that and touching. I had thought about how to let him know I was now available and a little nip on his sexy arse seemed a good way to do it.

It meant stepping out of my comfort zone and taking a risk to do something that would normally be alien to me no matter how much I might want to do it. But do it I did. I had decided that I had deprived myself of sex in the name of marriage for far too long while my so called impotent husband was getting his sexual arousal and fulfilment on this website.

Jeff didn't hesitate in responding, sneakily sliding his hand onto the small of my back as he stood next to me as we all got up to leave the pub, then sliding it down and having a little squeeze at one of my arse cheeks while I slipped a little note containing my phone number into his other hand then I felt his fingers tracing my knicker-line. It was deliciously sexy and exciting, nearly had an orgasm there and then.

The taxi we had ordered was taking ages and Joseph had to go back inside to the loo.

Jeff soon had me pinned against the wall and we kissed in the darkness.

"Be careful," I said, "He might catch us."

God that kiss was so hot and his hand run up my bare thigh and inside my panties. I felt his finger trace my slit, which was embarrassingly wet, then it was right inside me. He gave me three or four finger fucks before I got him to stop and take his hand away before Joseph came back.

When me and Joseph got into the backseat of the cab and it set off leaving Jeff to walk home, my heart was thumping in my head. I was giggling inside and taking an occasional look at Joseph and thinking, God another man has just had his fingers up my cunt while you was having a piss. Sounds wicked I know but it is exciting when I think about it, even now as I type it.

I was so turned on by the feel of Jeff's hand inside my knickers and by the way he had been so daring, it had been so long since I had felt so excited by the touch of a man.

Just before Joseph got back from the loo Jeff had whispered in my ear, "you need a fuck don't you?"

I just said, "Mmmmm."

The next day I received the phone call I was hoping for, it came while Joseph was at work. After I had nipped Jeff's arse I noticed that he got into conversation with Joseph about his work. What time he started and finished, he asked him about his hobbies and his interests. Joseph had no idea and just thought Jeff was genuinely interested in him but he wasn't, I knew it, he was getting to know all Joseph's movements because he wants to fuck his wife, he wanted to get his cock into me and now I was ready to let it him. Actually at that moment I was ready to beg him.

We kept exchanging those little flirty looks, it was wildly exciting to me, I had never flirted before. I never in my wildest dreams imagined I would be sat next to my husband and opposite and great looking hunk of sex with a wet swollen pussy filling my knickers.

Today Jeff arrived just as we had arranged on the phone and I let him in. I had my newest blue dress on, new silk, French panties and hold up black stockings and black high-heeled shoes. Jeff is so tall and he still towered over me regardless of my heels. He didn't say it but the look in his eyes told me he didn't want niceties and that he come to fuck.

After just a few minutes of the usual ice-breaking and kissing that got slowly more passionate until our tongues were exploring each others mouths we both knew exactly what we really wanted. My pussy was ready and aching for him, and we were upstairs in our bed and fucking, yes fucking like it might be our last time together. I am sure it won't be. I know I shouldn't giggle about it but it is so thrilling and exhilarating.

Jeff knew all about fucking, god he knew how to work that animal between his thighs alright and he knew how to work the thing between my thighs too. He knew what to do with cunt when he was getting it, and was he getting it. I surrendered it up to him on a plate.

I look back now as I type this account for you all and think how wicked I have been, not evilly wicked mind you, no not that at all, deliciously wicked for the first time in my life just like us women fantasise about being scrumptiously wicked.

My legs were pushed open, my knees were pushed forward until they were nearly touching my ears while he sunk his cock into me like a wild animal, god I felt wanted. Then my legs where pointing upwards to the ceiling with my black shoes hanging precipitously on the ends on my toes. He was holding my ankles while he slowly fucked and fucked and fucked, kissing the inside of my legs along the silky stockings I had put on for the occasion.

Did I have a mind-blowing orgasm for him? Yes I did. Was it the best I had ever had in my life? Well I am afraid I have to say it was, because it was.

Before we started fucking he had asked me to put his condom on for him. It was the first time I had put a condom on a man's rock-hard cock. It was so exotic sliding it over Jeff's cock all the way down his shaft until it fitted so snugly on his gorgeous manhood, but as we were both approaching orgasm and Jeff's groans became louder and he grunted with each unrestrained thrust into me he sudden changed his mind, pulled the condom off and sunk his naked cock back into my unprotected pussy and pumped me bareback. He wanted to send his stuff right up me not into a condom. Now it is running back out again as I type -- giggle.

His hard naked foreskin was stripped back on re-entry and I loved it and wanted him even more. I needed to feel his seed. I wanted it and craved it. I wanted him to make me feel like a woman again. I was urging him to spunk inside me. I will go to the chemist in a minute when I have finished writing this and get the Morning-After-Pill just to be on the safe side.

My orgasm slowly built up until my heart was pounding, my head thumping and the contractions were so wild they were painful. I was aware that I had become extremely vocal, screaming from somewhere deep down, god he was good.

As my orgasm hit its perfect zenith I was buried beneath this tall man with his beautiful body and broad manly shoulders. It felt like he was making me his. I belonged to him body and soul and he was taking me. I felt diminutive beneath his torso as he continued to bury cock into me until I felt one of his legs going into a spasm. I was pinned beneath his muscular frame, held in place by him until he was ready to seed me. When he did it was so exotic, oh my god.

Jeff's orgasm seemed to come from his feet, through his legs and trembling thighs. I could almost hear his heart beating like thunder then his stinging, hot spermatozoa shot exotically onto my cervix. It felt amazing and it seemed to permeate my entire body creating a warmth that filled my being as well as my senses. Isn't it just how a woman is supposed to feel?

We laid together exhausted for about ten minutes before we got dressed and left. My house now feels strangely empty without him so I sat at my computer and typed this account for you all to share. I still feel very giddy and my pussy is wet and soft and still sticky from where Jeff left a very creamy mess.

Now I know from the reviews of the many stories on this site that there will be those who will call me a slut and many other things besides and do you know I don't give a fuck. Yes some of you will jump to the usual judgments of others that you never apply to yourselves. Some of you will moralise but not question your own morals like why are you here today secretly reading these stories? Well I don't give a fuck one way or the other. I know lots of women will know why I have done what I have and might wish that they could find the courage to do the same. I know many married women will wish they had been in my place today.

Jeff has just made me feel like a woman and the first chance I get he will be invited back to fuck me again but not until I am back on the pill, fuck that for a monkey's uncle.

Rachel spent more and more time at my new little house and over the next few days, we I began to experiment, sexually, and do things that I would never have believed possible before that day. We shared our fears and our love for each other in a way that began to heal us and bind us back together. Our comfort and trust returned slowly and had grown to the point where we were sharing more than the passing erotic fantasies found in the shallow pages of dime-store novels. Rachel confided in me her deeper desires and I, in turn, revealed my own sordid history of past sexual dalliances. Even then, I could not say there was a promise of anything between us more than the satisfying honesty of having someone with whom we could share such intimate thoughts. Deep in my heart, I could no longer deny how much I had come to want her… but it was always going to be difficult. We could never be as we were but was it possible to get to a place where we could move forward once more?

It was painfully obvious that Rachel had been unhappy with her relationship with me, that’s how Joseph had twisted her into being his plaything. The truth of it haunted me because while it was equally obvious that as gentle a lover I was, there was a fire within her that he could not begin to comprehend. It was there though, hot and alive in her breast, and every time she spoke of raw passion I could see that longing, that emptiness, slowly eating away at her.

It was a time that was as wonderful for me as it was frustrating. I thought of her constantly, it was the chemistry we shared to which I was addicted. For the last two weeks I would sit across my table from her, drinking coffee while I lost myself in my never-to-be-fulfilled desire to keep the two women in my life happy. It was as glorious as it was maddening.

It was on a cold but sunny morning that everything changed. I could see from the moment she appeared that there was something on her mind. The normally breezy ease she shared with me had been replaced by an anxiety that I couldn't quite explain. I knew something was off, and it was with a sense of foreboding that I poured that first cup of coffee.

Watching silently as she swirled her cinnamon stick into the steaming cup, I finally built up the nerve to take her hand in mine. "Rachel, is there something wrong? If there is, you know you can tell me. If there's anything I can do…"

Rachel smiled sadly and shook her head. "I'm sorry but there's nothing you can do. I need to do this on my own. But we are making good progress aren’t we? I just want… My lease is up at the end of the month. I… I should have told you sooner, but I just couldn't bring myself to say it until I was sure."

"The lease? Oh gosh, I'm really sorry to hear that." I sat back in my chair and brushed my dark hair back over my head, trying hard to keep my thoughts focused on her, and not to allow the moment to become about my own loss.

Finally, I swallowed my shock along with my pride and managed to say something that wouldn't immediately come off as self-serving. "Well, you could always consider moving in here with me?"

Rachel smiled sadly. "I’d love to but… are we ready yet?"

What could I do? I just sat there, gripping my cup as I struggled to answer her. Eventually, I forced a smile that must have appeared as sad as the one she wore. "I don’t know."

The words felt hollow and lame even as I spoke them. Sitting there and telling her I how happy I was about us returning to the way we were may have been the right thing to do, but deep inside my heart, I knew, as she did, that something was missing. It was complicated. It was a shallow and selfish reaction but I felt it nonetheless.

What hurt, even more, was seeing how sad she was. That thought, the realisation that she cared so much for our friendship, touched me deeply. I knew I should have been honored by her feelings but they only served to make the loss of our relationship that much harder to take.

Oh, I tried to deny it, and what followed was an optimistic flurry of attempts to show her how gallantly I could support her. All the while though, and through my crocodile smile, I cursed the fate that had stolen her from my life.

Our time together that morning was short and before long Rachel made her goodbye, promising she would drop by again in a few days. Before she left, she pulled a thick and tattered book from her purse and almost reluctantly set it on the table. "This is my favourite book. You should read it right away. It's… well, you'll see."

Watching her walk out the door that morning left me feeling empty and alone. When the door closed and silence filled the room, I gazed down at the dog-eared and well-read copy of 'Sweet Savage Love' she'd left behind.

That night I poured my customary glass of brandy and sat in my chair as I studied the worn cover of the book. It was a typical Harlequin romance, or so it seemed. It was written by Rosemary Rodgers back in the 1970's and honestly, I didn't expect much from it. Oh, how wrong I was.

It was the story of a young woman from the American Antebellum South named Virginia Brandon who, after being raised in Paris, was summoned home during the Civil War by her father. Once there, she quickly found herself in the forced company of a half-breed gunfighter and army spy by the name of Steve Morgan. I couldn't help but feel an immediate connection with this man and soon began to find I was being drawn deeply into the story. That, however, was only the beginning of what turned out to be an even larger surprise.

With but a kiss at first, and then later in explicit and erotic detail, he seduced and took the young virgin in a way that was almost as forceful as it was passionate. In the beginning, he had no love for her, and she less for him, but he found her impossible to resist, and she had no will to resist him at all.

On and on through the first half of the book, the story unfolded of a strong man who took in graphic detail what he wanted and a young woman who failed in her feeble attempts to resist him.

Late into the night, I poured over the pages and I could not help but wonder why Rachel would have given me this book of all things as our last story to share. As dawn rose, I fell asleep, wondering what message she was trying to send. Despite the obvious answer, I couldn't quite believe she intended me to take it as the hint it so clearly seemed to be.

The next few days darkened as a storm moved in and with it so too did my thoughts. I had long sensed Rachel possessed a need far more feral than her husband could fulfill and the unbridled lust portrayed in that book mocked my gentleman's restraint. I felt a burning hunger build within me as I finished it. By then I could barely breathe when I thought of seeing her again.

Rain was falling in sheets the morning of that third day. A cold wind had carried in a storm that held a fury not often seen in Southern California. As the rain poured down, I knew there would be no casual meeting for our usual laundry day get together. I found myself pacing my small apartment like a caged animal, cursing the storm that dared rob me of the preciously short time that remained in my friendship with Rachel.

It was in that state of mind that I heard the soft knock on my door. I don't remember running for it but I am sure I must have. I do remember seeing Rachel standing on my porch, dripping wet with the dew of rain running down her face. Quickly, I invited her in, and as the door closed, we stood inches apart and yet could find no words to say.

"Rachel," I began, but the fevered look on her sculptured face caused my throat to clench and dry. She gazed into my eyes with a terrified wonder as if she were waiting for something both dreadful and sublime. Somehow, in that wordless dialogue, we both knew what neither of us could ever say.

Then, with an almost fearful breathlessness, she asked, "Did you read it?"

"Yes," I said and my hand rose to her cheek.

She nuzzled into it with a pained smile and as I struggled between my masculine need and my gentleman's restraint, Rachel whispered, "Please, don't ask. Don't make me choose. Don't give me the chance to say no."

I'll always wonder if lightning chose that moment to strike, and if there be poetry in a storm it most certainly would have. In that flash, I moved toward her, pressing her against the wall and crushing my lips against hers.

She may have resisted for a moment. I remember the dull and weak impacts of her fists on my chest as our bodies came together. Tightly, she grasped the cotton of my shirt, pressing her balled up hands against me as if to push me away but even then her lips parted, accepting my kiss in what could only be described as an agonizing surrender.

The powerfully sweet aroma of her perfume and the lingering taste of the cinnamon on her lips rushed through my senses, marking them with a beautiful and indelible memory. It was a memory that would become an ache of desire I would be cursed to forever crave. When my tongue glossed across her bottom lip, a breathless mewl passed from her lithe body that was filled with both a longing for my touch and a regret for the mess we had made of our lives.

I became overwhelmed with a torrid passion for her that had been suppressed for far too long. I knew how hard it must have been for her to come to me that morning. She was afraid, of that I was well aware. Afraid of what I might do, and more frightened by her need for me to do it. We shared a forbidden and overriding desire that had been building for weeks. For too long we had been standing on the edge of a dangerous fire and once ignited, it burned with a heat that neither of us wanted to resist.

In a moment of aroused aggression, I grasped Rachel's wrist and pinned her arms against the wall. My body pressed against hers and my mouth descended to her throat, sucking and biting at her tender and supple skin. Her breath became ragged and she wriggled against me, not quite fighting but still not totally accepting my intimate presence.

Memories of our past conversation rushed through my mind and images from the last book we shared flashed before me. She had, through those pseudo-innocent ways, told me of her hidden desire to be punished and now we both knew that she would be.

Our bodies became tangled in a frantic rush to shed the layered clothing that still kept us apart. Her coat, my shirt, her skirt, my pants, they all soon lay scattered around us. I remember flashes of that moment and as each piece of her clothing fell away, more of her beautiful body became exposed to my touch.

She stood there before me, with only her black lacy bra and gossamer-like panties covering her modesty. Dark hair, mussed by my arousal, cascaded wildly over her shoulders and her blue eyes gleamed in the night. Shyly, in that pause, her arms crossed over her perfectly formed breasts and she met my gaze with a look of timid surrender as she waited for whatever might come next.

"Rachel, you are so beautiful." My sanity had suddenly returned and I began to caress her face but she shook her head.

"No, don't!" Her voice quivered and her eyes were wide with obvious anxiety but she made no effort to break my grip or even avoid my touch. My mind was awhirl with conflicting emotions. Arousal and lust flared and battled in my belly with reasoned restraint and I didn't know if I should kiss her or scream in frustration. I hesitated, trying to keep myself from doing something we would both regret when she swallowed hard and spoke again.

"Please, don't be sweet. Don't be gentle with me. I need you to understand…" It must have been impossibly difficult for her to speak those words. Her voice was barely above a whisper and at that moment she refused to meet my gaze. "I need you… I need you to be a man. Don't ask me to give in to you. Please, I need you to take it. I need you to take me."

My skin tingled and grew hot as her words sank in and I don't think I'd ever felt such a powerful sexual tension as I did in that single moment. My heart raced and my breath almost refused to come. I had always been a gentle lover and I wasn't at all used to being sexually dominant, but while my mind struggled with indecision, my body must have given every sign that it knew what she wanted.

As my fingers slowly traced their way down her cheek, Rachel stood frozen against the wall. When my touch moved over her neck, she trembled visibly and her head arched back, exposing herself to me in the most vulnerable of ways. Sensing her desire, my hand closed, gripping her throat just tightly enough to allow her to feel my true strength.

The feeling of power this gave me was incredible and my cock lengthened with arousal as I watched her fight to control her own fear. I squeezed her throat tightly enough to cause her breath to become labored and her face reddened with the strain. I felt that I owned her at that moment and while I'm totally certain I would never have allowed her harm, I really don't know what I'd have done next had she not chosen that moment to grasp my cock.

But grasp it she did, using both of her delicate hands. She drew my length out of my boxers and began stroking me with a frenzied urgency. Her eyes closed to slits but still bored into mine as she tugged hard on my length. It was if she was begging me to relent, to release her and allow her to please me. I loosened my grip, rewarding her surrender and then brought my mouth so close to hers I could taste her breath.

Our lips touched and then we were kissing with a passion that made my whole body burn with carnal need. Her lips were wet and moist and her smallish tongue felt soft and warm as it danced against my own. I bit and sucked on her lower lip until her ragged stroking of my cock turned into a squeezing pressure that matched my tightening hold on her neck.

My left hand remained on her throat as we parted and I could feel the throbbing heat of her blood as it pulsed under my grip. I could even feel her muscles tightening involuntarily under my hand as she nervously swallowed her excitement.

Rachel squeezed and slowly pulled on my cock as I stepped closer. For a moment we stood just inches apart as I held her in my gaze. My right hand came to rest on her hip and I leaned close, whispering in her ear. "Do you want me to make love to you?"

Rachel shook her head slightly. "N-no." Her voice was quiet and strained as it struggled past my grip on her throat.

"No?" I said, still whispering in her ear. "But you came here wearing this?" I began toying with the hem of her panties with my other hand, barely slipping my fingers under the thin fabric.

Rachel trembled hard and shifted on her feet. I could hear her breath coming from deep within her chest when she said "Yes."

"You wanted me to see you in it?"

"Yes."

"I am going to fuck you, you know that, don't you?" It wasn't a question and I slipped my hand deeper into her panties as I said it until I was running my finger over her slit. God, she was wet and her sex felt like it was swollen and puffy with arousal. When my finger dipped into her, Rachel's hands rose to my chest.

"Yes," she said finally. Then she parted her thighs, allowing me to sink my finger deep into her. The sudden penetration of her body caused her to whimper nervously and when I drew her moisture up and dragged my coated finger over her clit, she jerked and quivered on my hand.

Her eyes were wild with hunger for me and fear for what she desired me to do. My body towered over her and pressed her to the wall as I began rubbing quick circles around her clit. Soon, she was leaning against me and her arms held mine as I maintained my grip on her neck.

With one hand between her thighs and the other keeping her pressed to the wall, Rachel was caught in between the pressure of restraint and the plunging precipice of orgasm. She rolled her hips, bearing down on my fingers and her body became tense as the tempo of my intimate caress increased.

I'd never seen or done anything like this. The speed her body responded to my touch amazed me and soon her belly started to flex and her nails dug into my arm. Then Rachel's eyes rolled back and she trembled hard! A whining moan escaped her lips despite my hold on her throat and there, against my wall, with my choking grip on her neck, Rachel's orgasm crashed over her.

When I finally released my hold on her, Rachel threw her arms around my shoulders and gasping for breath, slowly sank to her knees before me. Her eyes briefly met mine and then her gaze fell until it became fixated on my rampant erection. Wordlessly, she grasped my cock again and I could only rest my hands on the wall and lean over her as she took my turgid length into her mouth.

Rachel began sucking my throbbing cock with raw abandon, feasting on it with an animalistic passion that made my head swim. Her fist led her mouth up and down my length, sucking and pulling on my shaft with an intensity that I would not long be able to resist.

The sensation of her warm and wet skin sliding over my glans had me growling with feral pleasure. Where just moments before I was master of her fate, she now had me trembling and so weak in the knees that simply standing over her was becoming impossibly difficult.

"Oh fuck, Rachel. That feels so good!" I whispered, and she gazed up at me, pulling off my cock long enough to smile breathlessly.

"Mmm, I’ve always loved how you taste." Then she fisted my shaft and stroked me hard. "Your penis is so beautiful. It's just perfect for sucking…"

Rachel's face glowed with excitement as she pulled my boxers off and gently kissed my balls. The sudden hot moisture of her lips caressed me in their delicate embrace until I was quivering with arousal.

"Ahh, easy! Oh shit, that feels so good! You're gonna make me cum if you keep that up!" I was gasping with arousal and shuddered with a husky groan. The erotic image of Rachel quickly working her mouth up and down my cock burned into my mind and I marveled at how beautifully sexy she was. Her petite body swayed back and forth with erotic grace and her supple back arched enticingly each time she moved forward.

More than anything though, the sight of her thick, dark hair flowing over her shoulders and trailing over her pale skin aroused me almost beyond the mere physical sensation of her touch. Long, dark hair had always been something I found beautiful and the sight of her teased locks trailing over her exposed body struck me in a way that approached being a fetish.

Drops of her saliva began dripping down, glistening on the rounded mounds of her breasts and trickling down into the tight valley created by the confining embrace of her bra.

"Take your bra off," I commanded urgently and pushed her away from my cock before I lost all control. Rachel was gasping for breath and sucked the saliva off her dark lips as I pulled my moistened shaft away. Her eyes gazed obediently at me and she reached behind her back to release the binding hooks that kept her bra secured tightly over her breasts. Slipping it off her body, she sat back on her haunches and seductively massaged her boobs for me.

I slowly stroked my cock as I watched her kneed her firm mounds with both hands. "Pinch them, Rachel. Make them nice and hard for me." I whispered.

"Okay," she murmured and then softly moaned as she began rolling her chocolate-colored buds between her delicate fingers. "Do you like them?" she asked quietly as she pulled on her now distended nipples.

"I do Rachel. You have beautiful breasts." I could see how much she enjoyed the simple act of touching herself and I felt a new wave of desire wash over me.

I reached down and cupped her chin, raising her gaze and lifting her eyes to mine "Hold your arms behind your back, Rachel. Show me your body. Show me how much you want me."

Silently, Rachel settled on her knees and locked her small hands behind her back. My god, what a sight she was! She was kneeling on the floor and arching her body in an intimate display meant solely for my enjoyment. Her shoulders were strong and lean and her boobs jutted proudly from high on her chest. Pink, upturned nipples rose thickly from them as if they were inviting my touch.

Rachel's breath was deep and heavy and when my hands reached down and pinched her sensitive nipples hard, she whimpered in response. For a long moment, she silently held my gaze while I gave her this exquisite torment. Then my hands moved up and my fingers swept into her wonderfully thick hair.

I moved my hips forward, bringing my cock to her mouth again. "Keep your hands back this time Rachel. Just use your mouth on me. Yeah, that's it. Just like that. I'm dying to fuck your pretty face."

Rachel mumbled something but it was but a garbled moan to my ears. I held her head tightly, controlling her as her mouth took me deep. I could feel her convulse slightly and her body shifted around, but she dutifully kept her arms locked behind her as I forced my length toward the back of her throat.

Several times I forced my cock into her mouth and each time I went deeper. I wanted to see how much she could take and Rachel took every stroke with a longing obedience in her eyes. She gagged and choked on my cock as it pressed into the back of her throat. Her face reddened and saliva dripped out of her mouth but she never tried to stop me. I was reaching a point of no return and I alone had to decide whether or not to cross it.

I could almost sense her thoughts. She was wondering what I was going to do. Would I keep fucking her mouth and feed her my cum? Or maybe I would blast my load over her breasts or face? I have to admit, I was sorely tempted. The thought of watching my pearl white cum splashing over the high curves of her perky breasts only made me want to cum all the more.

As much as I wanted to, I couldn't let that happen. I feared that in the pause of post-orgasmic repose, Rachel might find the will to remember how wrong what we were doing was. I knew she was still conflicted in her desire and I couldn't take the chance that those thoughts might reemerge and deny us what we both needed so badly.

"Enough!" I growled with a groan of frustration. Then I pushed her off of my throbbing cock.

Rachel sat back on her haunches and looked up at me in surprise. "What? No…! I want you to… I don't, I don't want to stop!" She was whining almost plaintively as my cock twitched in front of her. She began reaching out for it again but before she could grasp me, I took her hand in my own.

"Oh, we're not stopping, I just don't want to finish right here in the entry," I said as I kissed her. Then I lifted her up and cradled her in my arms. "The tile is no place for us. I want you in my bed."

Rachel smiled and moaned in agreement as I kissed her gently, reassuring her as best I could. She responded to my kiss and then cuddled into my arms as I headed down the hall. Her small body felt weightless in my arms and she was happily giggling by the time I set her on the bed.

Once down, she crawled up on her knees, inviting me to move in behind her. I pulled her panties down over the smooth globes of her ass and I could barely contain myself as I drew the sheer material down her thighs.

Rachel squealed happily as she felt me yank the tiny piece of lingerie down her thighs and she quickly kicked it off. Then she lifted her ass high and buried her head in the pillow, clearly offering her body up for whatever pleasure I wished to take.

Her hips swayed and she spread her legs, exposing her glistening sex to my gaze. I just love this view of a woman's body, the arch of her back and the curve of her hips never fail to drive me wild with lust. "Damn, you are so sexy," I whispered as I gently caressed her for a moment, simply enjoying the warmth of her skin.

Her tight little butt felt so smooth and firm under my touch that I couldn't resist the urge to bend down and lightly bite each of her rounded globes. Rachel cooed and arched back, gazing hungrily as I lathered her with kisses and gently messaged the sting away.

Then I smiled an evil grin and slapped her ass hard.

Rachel's eye went wide and she yelped in surprise. "Oh, you're so bad!" she said and seemed to crouch even lower on the bed.

I grinned mischievously back at her. "I’ve always tried to be a gentleman, I guess I don’t need to be nice!"

Meanwhile, a rosy redness appeared under my hand and I slapped her again, making her jump delightfully.

"Oh fuck, I knew you'd like my ass. So, you want to hurt me, then do it! Spank me! Spank my little ass!" There was a playful hunger in her voice that resonated deeply within me and I slapped her on the butt again, delighting in the quiver that ran uncontrollably through her.

Rachel gritted her teeth, squealing and squirming as my hand fell, and her hands clenched the sheets as she fought the urge to crawl away. Only when her skin glowed an inviting shade of red did I relent and gently massaged the sting away.

Rachel's squeals turned to moans under my hands and she sighed as I lightly kissed each glowing cheek. Slowly, as I caressed her flanks, Rachel shifted and rolled her hips up, inviting me to enter her from behind. "Mmm, stop teasing me. I want your cock inside me."

My heart fluttered as I saw her arch and my breath caught in my throat. There were still so many things I wanted to do with her that I almost hated to fuck her this soon, but the desire in her voice was impossible to resist.

"So, my prim little girlfriend was always a closet slut, eh?"

"Mmm, I am today."

My penis was hard and hot as I moved behind her and I wet my hand to lubricant the head. Then, as I brought it close to her damp and swollen slit, she reached between her legs and guided me into her.

Oh my lord! I cannot explain how my first entry into her supple body felt. She was very wet but still tight and I only got maybe two inches into her before I had to pull back. Then, as she began to adjust to me and I became moistened in her juice, I sank more deeply on the second.

By then, I could feel her pussy stretching around me. The slick and grasping walls of her sex molded around my shaft and pulled deliciously on my glans as I began to withdraw. The sensation of gentle pressure sucking wetly on my length made me hiss in pleasure and I gripped her hips tightly as I was finally able to plunge completely into her.

Rachel gasped sharply as my cock surged inward, penetrating her completely. Her small body felt the force of my thrust and she braced herself against the oaken headboard just to keep from being driven forward on the bed. By then, the sweet embrace of her sex had conformed to my shape and caressed it in the depths of her moist heat.

I held her hips in my hands, dragging her back onto the length of my cock each time she was driven forward by the force of my thrusts. The visceral feeling of my shaft being so tightly caressed inflamed my already searing arousal, and the very sight of her writhing body made my blood run like quicksilver through my veins. Hot and thick, it coursed through me, making my entire body stiffen with a heated need that I could not resist.

Soon, the erotic soprano of her moans began matching the fervid rhythm of my thrusts. Her feminine mewls set a rousing tune that merged with the subtle creak of the bed and the rapidly increasing metronome of the headboard thumping against the wall. The heavy bass of my breath thrummed deeply through it all, and together they grew into the distinctive and unmistakable opus that is the essence of unbridled lust.

Perhaps it was because I was already driven mad with arousal, or maybe it was simply because a good, hard fuck was what she needed most. Either way, the result was the same. I was beyond any desire to be the creative lover I might have been, nor did I wish to long delay the inevitable and rapturous crescendo of our passionate symphony.

At that moment, I desired only to take her as hard as I could, to see her body writhe and hear the prurient and torrid sounds of her onrushing orgasmic release. Through the narrow haze of my carnal thirst, I took in the beauty of her skin as a sheen of perspiration formed on her back.

Lean muscles flexed in her shoulders and arms, tautly fighting the driving force of my body as she pushed back on the headboard and bore down on my thrusting cock. It was then that I reached out, and taking her by the arms, I began pulling her back onto my tumescent shaft.

"Ohhh yeah, that's it! Just like that! Right there, baby. Oh yeah, right there. Do it to me! Fuck me, fuck me harder!" Rachel's voice strained against the stress on her body as it hung above the sheets, jerking violently as I pounded my cock into her tortured cunt. The wet gloss of her juice coated my cock and drooled down her thighs, lubricating my frenzied assault on her sex.

I have no idea how I managed to last but moments later, a low, powerful groan escaped her lips and a palpable shudder passed over her body. I buried myself deeply into her as she came, savoring the wet and pulsing contractions that rippled over my shaft. I released her arms and Rachel shook uncontrollably as her orgasm pulsated through her. Moments later, her strength gave out and she collapsed into the satin embrace of the sheets.

The raw power of her climax inflamed my excitement beyond all control and I followed her down, wrapping my arms under her head. I gathered her legs together with my own and with her body held tightly under me, I fucked her hard until I felt the thunderous pressure of my own release.

Heated pressure built up inside me and with a throaty growl, my passion exploded and bolts of raw pleasure coursed down my cock. My hips rolled forward, driving it as deeply into her as I could reach and I glazed her channel with blast after blast of my hot, steaming cum.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…" I heard Rachel repeating as the roar of my orgasm passed. I slid off her supine body and gathered her into my arms, hoping to comfort her in that emotionally charged moment.

Rachel rolled on her side, spooning against me and nuzzled her head into my shoulder. "That was amazing!" she finally said. "I think I'm going to be sore for a week."

We both laughed and then I slipped my hand between her thighs and lightly played my fingers over her sex. "I think I'd be worn raw if you weren't so wet."

I dipped my middle finger into her and tickled her clit for a moment, causing her to squirm delightfully. Then I held my wet finger before her eyes so she could see her glistening dew.

"That's not all me, you know," she said playfully as she nuzzled against me.

I brought my coated finger to my mouth and sucked it clean. "Mmm, you're right, it most certainly isn't all you!"

Rachel's eyes widened as she watched me enjoy the flavor of our lust. "Oh my. A year ago you wouldn't be caught dead doing that." Her voice trailed off as if she instantly regretted saying it but I just kissed her hand, silently reassuring her.

"It's okay, the thought of tasting my own cum had never crossed my mind."

Rachel rolled over to face me and tucked her hands under her chin. "I'm sure it hadn't, until Lauren opened your mind."

I was actually dumbfounded by that. "You're right. I loved to go down on you. This is long overdue, Rachel!" I said as I quickly flipped her onto her back.

Rachel yelped in surprise as I pulled her closer to me and slapped her thighs apart. The look on her face was a delicious mixture of both excitement and surprise and I grinned wickedly as I slid down between her thighs.

Rachel was actually trembling as I gazed down at her perfectly trimmed mound. I took a long, lascivious look at her dark labia. Her lips were thick and puffy, and just glistening with our combined fluids. There, holding her thighs up and back against her breasts, I licked my lips in anticipation of what I planned for her. Then I gently blew my warm breath over her wet and puffy sex.

Rachel felt my breath wash over her moist skin and her look of surprise turned to one of awe. "Oh my gosh! But you just, I mean we…"

I grunted a laugh and gave her a knowing look. "I think you're forgetting who you're talking to."

"Well, yeah, I guess you wouldn't mind the taste of your own…Ohh, holy hell! Fuuuuck, that feels good!"

At that moment, my tongue flicked out and slid deeply through her labia. Rachel's breath sucked in with a sharp hiss, silencing whatever reservations might she have felt and cutting her off in mid-sentence. My tongue swirled up and around her clit with devilish intent and then I moved off slightly, trailing a line of wet kisses over her thigh. "Mmm, I guess I won’t mind a little cream in the cookie."

Rachel watched me with a burning intensity as I softly kissed and nibbled at her inner thighs. All the while, her chest rose and fell with her breath and the tension in her thighs built as I spread my kisses all around her sex. For long moments, I carefully avoided her pussy and just lightly bit and kissed all around her vulva. Then I sucked the tender skin of her thighs into my mouth and flicked my tongue here and there, drawing wet lines all over her smooth skin.

Sliding my hands down her thighs, I gently parted her thick, pink lips and my cock began to awaken when the vision of her bright pink flesh appeared. She was wet and squirming under my kisses and when my lips grazed her clit, her hips rolled up, trying to bring her sex closer to my mouth. Her taste was sweet and thick and I lapped her juices hungrily while she writhed in my arms.

Soon her hips were moving with me as if she were timing my touch and my face became coated in her wetness as I sucked on her supple flesh. The scent of her arousal rose around me like a fog, enveloping my senses and I bore down toward her clit, causing her to begin moaning in the urgency of her desire. My mouth closed over her quivering sex and my tongue began swirling around and around with a deliberate slowness I knew would soon drive her over the brink.

Rachel's body found my rhythm and met me move for move, following the touch of my kisses. My heart pounded in my chest as I felt her body stretch and grow taunt in my arms. My stomach churned with excitement as I watched her moment draw close and then, in a glorious instant, I saw her bite her bottom lip and her head arched erotically back into the pillow. She writhed hard in my arms, clawing at the bed and then her whole body convulsed as the orgasm I'd so carefully crafted suddenly exploded through her.

A long, low grunting moan rolled out from her belly as she came that soon turned to a high pitched, whimpering scream. I held her tightly through it all, sucking hard on her clit until her legs wriggled hard. It was a torturous pleasure and laughing breathlessly, she finally pushed me away. "Oh god, oh god, oh fuck, stop! Please stop! Oh my god, I can't take anymore!"

I laughed and smiled as I released her and she closed her legs tightly with her hands between them and rolled onto her side. "That was amazing. Oh my God, I came so hard!"

Rachel's body seemed to glow as she began to relax and she gazed at me with a look of adoration I could never forget. I kissed her leg and caressed her thigh, basking in that special moment, knowing then that I'd given her an experience she had so desperately craved. It would have been perfect right there, except that I'd become as hard as stone again.

Despite the orgasmic afterglow that she wore so beautifully, or maybe because of it, my own arousal had reached an uncontrollable height. I moved up over her lithe and petite body, kissing her belly and then took her nipple into my mouth. Rachel's arms cuddled my head as I sucked and she cooed quietly while gently caressing my back.

Up to then, I hadn't the chance to pay proper attention to her glorious breasts. Just big enough to fill my hand, they were perfectly proportioned to her tiny frame. Her pale skin was just a shade pinker under her bikini lines, and her areola and thick nipples were as beautifully pink as her labia had been. I brought my hands to them, squeezing them gently and loving how wonderfully firm they felt to my touch.

I kissed and sucked each nipple until they were both distended buds, hard and long enough to roll under my palms. Rachel turned her body toward me, offering her breast to me and I suckled them with a joyous abandon. Moments later we were kissing hard and when I finally pulled away, I had already decided that I would take one more pleasure from my beautiful friend.

Rolling her onto her belly, I pulled her up to her knees. Rachel lifted her hips invitingly as I moved in behind her, giggling as she said "Mmm, ready for round two already? Okay then, but you better promise you'll go easy on me this time! I don't know how much more of your big cock my poor little kitty can take."

"Don't worry, I'm not that big and your little kitty isn't what I'm thinking about right now."

Then I pulled her tight cheeks open and licked her from her dripping pussy right up over her anus.

"Oh, fuck! What was that? Are you licking my ass?" In answer I spit a glob of saliva right onto her rosebud and then probed it with my tongue, flicking and swirling it over her.

"Oh, you nasty little… Damn, damn that's so nice!" Rachel's voice trailed off into a prolonged sigh as the insidious sensations of my tongue sliding over her rosebud grew. Slowly she began to relax and her body sank more deeply into the sheets. Her legs splayed seductively open and her hips curled up, opening her ass to me as widely as she could. Rachel tasted clean and fresh and her tight muscle slowly relaxed as my wet massage continued to caress her. "Oh fucking hell, I can't believe you're doing this!"

Rachel started moaning quietly, urging me on with high pitched whimpers. "I can't believe how good this feels. Don't stop, baby. Don't stop! Oh yeah, right there! Oh damn, damn, that's nice."

I knew from personal experience what she was feeling and despite my desire, I fought to control myself. I kept my tongue nice and wet as I probed and prodded her anus, slowly teasing her until her breathing became deep and even. Her hole began to loosen under my oral massage and soon I was able to push in just slightly. Once in a while, I would move down and lick her perineum, causing her to gasp slightly.

Rachel was soon drifting under my touch. Her post-orgasmic bliss combined with the insidiously pleasant sensation on her back door until she reached a place of quiet peacefulness. From there, I heard her serene voice ask me the question as I was dying to hear. "A-are you going to fuck me in my ass?"

I stopped licking and gently rubbed her with my thumb. "I want to, Rachel. I really want to."

Rachel looked back at me and shook her head slightly. "You fucked Lauren’s ass, right?"

"Yes," I answered quietly, trying to be as reassuring as I could.

"Then I'd like you to do it with me, anytime you want, okay?"

I kissed her softly on the rise of her bottom. "I'll be as gentle as I can. You can trust me on that."

"I know. Please, just do it. I'm ready for you."

I was hard as bone and burning with need when I finally began to thrust into her. By then, I'd coated my cock with lube and spent an agonizing amount of time working it into her. Even with all my careful preparation though, I knew well that making sure she was relaxed and ready was the only thing that really mattered.

I was spooned behind her with my arm supporting her head. We kissed and caressed each other, reassuring ourselves that this was what we both wanted. Her body resisted at first. Rachel had never felt this before and the not knowing meant she didn't yet understand how to let go and accept my intimate intrusion.

Then, almost without warning, her body suddenly gave up its resistance and stretched open around me. I felt her wince and a slight, high pitched squeal issued from her throat as my size began to move into her darkness.

"Fuck, ouch, that hurts baby. Go slow, slow, oh my god."

Rachel tensed and writhed and I held as still as I could, shushing her quietly. "It's okay, Rachel. I'm going nice and slow, nice and slow. It will get better soon, you'll see." I went as slowly as I could, barely pushing and all the while I whispered sweet assurances that I understood what she felt. Soon I felt her whimpers turn to a sigh and her body's grip on my cock eased enough for me to slide in farther.

We were almost there and I was ready to pull back when Rachel moaned loudly and then I felt her teeth sinking into my arm! Pain traded for pain and pleasurable agony rolled through us both as we paid the toll for our lust. My hold on her body tightened and my blood rushed hot in my veins as the stinging pain of her bite shot up my arm. Rachel's arm reached back behind my head, holding herself to me as I withdrew and then I thrust into her hard.

Rachel gasped hotly when my entire length slid deeply into her ass, releasing my arm from her hold. I felt the tight restrictive ring of her muscles grip my cock as I slid into the softer recesses of her body and my self-control snapped. Rolling her onto her stomach, I pressed Rachel's body down into the mattress and clutched her hair in my hands as I began to fuck her in earnest.

I hunched and gathered myself over her tiny frame and used all of my strength to drive my cock as deeply into her as I could. Rachel grasped the sheets, her knuckles whitening under the strain but even through the ferocity of my arousal, I felt her trying to push back, driving me even harder into her ass.

My arousal was total and I was on a course to reach an incredible orgasm as quickly as her tight body could pull it out of me. Though the haze of my lust, I heard Rachel grunting as she felt each of my plunging thrusts penetrate into her. Through the creaking of the bed and the wet sounds of my cock moving in and out of her ass, I heard her urging me to cum.

She was so very tight, pulling on my shaft with a grasping strength that made me shudder. I drove into her so deeply, my balls slapped against her ass and I felt a boiling pressure start to build in my belly. I gritted my teeth and then growled in agonised lust as my cum began shooting out of my cock. I pressed in, driving my cock into her and then began spraying my seed into her quivering body. Her wondrous bowels accepted my hot, creamy load.

When I rolled off of Rachel, she turned to face me, burying her face in my chest. "Wow. Oh Fuck! That was incredible."

Feeling the sudden post-orgasmic calm, my normal composure returned and I kissed her tenderly. "Yes, it was," I told her. "You deserve so much more, Rachel. You are capable of so much more."

We showered after that and made love again that afternoon. True, gentle lovemaking that more suited my nature. I thought back to those last, frenzied moments and before she left, I had to ask if I had hurt her. Rachel smiled and caressed my face. "Yeah, it hurt a lot but that's okay. I wanted it to. That's why I bit you. You own me… but I own you too."

When she saw my confusion, she kissed me and looked into my eyes with what I could only call sadness. "You're a gentle guy. You like to think of yourself as a good boy but in the end, you're not so different from Joseph as you might like to believe. You care, and if you thought about what I was feeling, you never really would have let go. That's what I needed though. I needed to feel you lose control and not worry about me. I've thought about doing that for years but you wouldn't understand. I had a feeling you would now."

She sat down next to me and asked, "Can I ask you a question?" I didn't answer. I wasn't even making eye contact with her. "What were you thinking about that made you cum? You're my boyfriend, and I really want to know. Please tell me honestly, because it might help me figure out how I can help."

I thought about it for a few seconds and finally started, hesitating, hemming and hawing, trying to find the right words. "I was actually thinking about inseminating you. This is hard to explain, but I have always thought about Lauren when I'm masturbating. But in the past few weeks, I'm seeing you, I'm 'doing' it to you. I'm forcing myself on you, maybe even raping you." I quickly added, "A psychologist would probably have a field day with me."

"And what gets you over the top? What are you 'doing' to me that makes you cum?"

I started to stammer, but finally admitted "My fingers are around your throat and then I start to fuck you in the ass. I'm sorry, but you asked."

Rachel still remembered her dream, just like it was yesterday, and the similarities were disturbing. After a few seconds of awkward silence, I added, "I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't have said that. I know it sounds bad and it probably is."

Rachel asked, "Is that what you want? If I let you have anal sex with me more often, will that help get us back to where we were?" At this point, Rachel would probably have let me do whatever I asked, she'd even let me fuck her in the ass.

"No, of course not," I quickly replied. "Please believe me that I would like to go back to where we were. But we can't, we’ve changed and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I'm sorry, but that's just the way it is, and with the twins due soon I don't know if it will ever get better."

“Then I still have work to do,” she replied, “I meant it, you know? You own me. I want to be yours… completely. I won't give up on us.” She was smiling and I smiled too.

Rachel spent more time with Lauren as she ripened to bursting point, our babies due at any time now. I think we both knew the conversation we had shared couldn't be repeated and we entered into an uneasy loving friendship. However, one afternoon while shopping alone, I bought my own copy of 'Sweet Savage Love'.

Rachel had never told Lauren what was causing the friction between her and me. Being caught up with the details of her own separation. Joseph had left her. Pretty much the same day that Rachel and I got back together. Rachel’s rejection of him meant he looked inwards rather than outwards. Lauren was pregnant with my children and he didn’t want to be a father so he just left. Lauren had given no indication that she suspected that Rachel's problems might rival her own but after a week of inconsolable grief at Joseph’s behaviour, she seemingly bounced back. She happily readied herself to become a mother.

The two women still chatted often, with Lauren doing most of the talking. As her separation was being finalised, Lauren went over all the gory details. According to Lauren, Joseph was a serial cheater; she even had to be treated for STDs more than once, but she was happy to declare herself clean now. Lauren had developed a serious distrust of most men, but she confided to Rachel that she'd still like "to get laid” and would happily snap me up if Rachel cast me aside."

When Rachel responded, "He is my owner. I don’t own him," Lauren still didn't get it.

After one of their long telephone conversations, Rachel started to put together a rough plan to kill the proverbial two birds with one stone. She needed a way to get forgiveness from both myself and Lauren. She invited Lauren over for the weekend after she had paid Joseph off, saying that it would be good to talk with her, "celebrate" a little, and the telephone was inadequate. Lauren was quick to accept.

Next, she got me to agree to make up the spare room for her before going to work on the nursery. As we drove home on the appointed Thursday evening, Rachel announced that Lauren was staying over the next day. But that was OK with me; it would keep Rachel busy and I could get some serious work done without her getting in the way. I got the cribs built on Friday, and the weather report looked dry for the rest of the weekend, which would allow me to finish the rest of my house and finish the project.

Lauren showed up early Friday evening, and she dominated the conversation until well after dinner. I took a stiff drink out to the garden, leaving the women inside to chat in private. They were close friends, and by this time, Lauren was beginning to have an inkling that something was up, so she finally asked Rachel what was bothering her. Rachel blurted it all out at once, "Lauren, I've really messed up everything, and it's because I had sex with Joseph, and I just don’t think he loves me the same way any more. I'm not sure I can ever fix things, but I know I have to fix my relationship with you. I shouldn't have betrayed you like that. I'm so sorry. You're my best friend, always have been, and I hope you will forgive me so you always will be my best friend." Rachel's voice trailed off and she started tearing up.

Lauren surprised her by saying, "Rachel, I forgave you months ago. You know this! It turns out that Joseph had sex with most of my friends, well, maybe not most, but more than a few. So you're not alone, and it's not your fault that I slept with your boyfriend. I thought I could change Joseph, but I couldn’t, and I'm better off without him. Now, let's figure out how to save your relationship. Do you want to save it, or should you and I become lovers, and we can start a local chapter of the man-hating society?"

"I’m tempted! But I really want him to look at me like he used to. We've got to get back to where we were before all this happened, but things aren't moving in the right direction and I'm getting desperate." She went on to give Lauren all the nasty details.

"Oh my God Rachel, he’s such a good man. The man you fell in love with is still in there and still loves you. I know I've had a hard time but that’s what it will take… time. You have him, I have to buy batteries in bulk, but as good as my vibrator is it still isn't what I really need." Sympathizing with each other, both women laughed at the joke. But Rachel's laughter trailed off into quiet sobs.

Rachel composed herself and went on to ask Lauren if she would be willing to help her set things right with me. She cautioned Lauren that she would have to trust her on this one and that it would take some "special effort."

When Rachel told Lauren her plan, Lauren resisted initially, but rather quickly relented when she realised the level of desperation that Rachel had reached. Plus, the plan made some sense, in a weird sort of way. They still had to open another bottle of scotch to get up the nerve to carry it out.

With half of her plan set up, Rachel sought me out and sat down next to me. She started right in, "We need to fix things, and I think I have a solution. I cheated and hurt you, and I remain truly sorry for what I did. There's no excuse, and I have told you it never happened before, and it will never happen again, and that's the truth. But we need to fix our relationship or move on to something different."

I finally glanced in Rachel's direction. "Nothing needs fixing. Stop worrying."

"I know you have feelings for Lauren, I've always know you had feelings for her… but you have feelings for me too?"

I nodded. "I love you both."

"You're with me because you can't be with Lauren, and worse, I had an affair and put a barrier between us." I stared into her pleading blue eyes. What was she planning?

"I think you should get some measure of revenge on me. Sleep with one of my friends. I'll even condone it. Then we'll be even and maybe we can then forgive each other. We'll have something on each other, and we'll both promise never to let it happen again. I've even arranged it all with one of my friends." Seeing the shock on my face, Rachel chuckled to herself and said, "She needs to get laid anyway, so it would be a great deal all around. But seriously, I'm desperate. We're desperate. We've gone on like this for too long, so something's got to change. I'm still saying it's all my fault, but I need you to help me out here."

I was dumbfounded. I thought about it for a moment, then scoffed, saying, "It won't work. I'll just feel guilty afterwards, and then I'll have lowered myself…" I stopped in mid-sentence, knowing full well that what I had planned to say was selfish, purposely hurtful and falsely superior. I knew I had been too self-righteous all through this ordeal, taking the high road, not because I wanted to fix my relationship, but because I wanted to be the one who was "right." Now, I felt guilty anyway, and it began to occur to me that some of the troubles in the last year were just as much my fault, if not more.

But sleeping with Lauren with Rachel's consent? Would that really solve the problem? Deep inside, I knew that if I was a better man, I would simply forgive Rachel and work on fixing things myself. On the other hand, Lauren was a great looking woman, a great body, and we were bonded together anyway as she expected to give birth to my babies within the next few weeks. "Are you really serious, or is this some kind of test? Because I know I'll screw it up somehow."

Rachel came back, "I'm very serious. I just confessed the whole mess to Lauren. It turns out that she is more than happy to bump and grind with you again, suprise suprise! I explained to her all the tension between us, so she's well aware of how desperate I am to atone for my transgression to both of you. I'm hoping this will set things right between all of us. She's agreed. In fact, she agreed rather quickly. I almost wish she had mulled it over for more than two seconds before jumping at the chance to hop in bed with you." she laughed, "You're putting up more of a fight than she did. Do you want me to tell her that?"

"No, please, I don't want to seem unappreciative. But, but, I don't know. Why am I balking at the chance to sleep with one of your hottest friends, and with you setting it all up? I'm just not sure that this is going to work."

Rachel interjected, "Look, I'm desperate, you should be too. You have my blessing. She's waiting. If you agree, I'm going into town for a few hours. I think you should do it. I think it will help push you to forgive me, to see how much I really care about our relationship that I would encourage you to sleep with my best friend. Plus, like I said, she needs to get laid, so you would be doing us both a favor."

"Look, I know I should be able to forgive you, and I should be able to do that without sleeping with a pregnant woman," I went on. "Maybe I just need to see a counselor and help me work through this,"

But Rachel came back quickly, "Listen to me. Forget the counselor. We need to solve this now, and since I have wronged both of you, this is the perfect solution. Stop over-thinking this. Just make love to Lauren, let her know you still care about her. Joseph has left her and I put a weird dynamic into your relationship with each other. She needs to feel loved and wanted. Fuck her on the condition that you have to sleep in the same bed with me later tonight, and every night from here to eternity."

There was a long, awkward silence until sheepishly, I added. "Look, this is embarrassing, but I have to confess that I'm seriously worried that I won't be able to, you know, perform. This is kind of weird, and I wouldn't want to, well, you know, fail."

But Rachel had it all planned. Out of her pocket, she took out a small medicine vial and handed me one small blue pill. "Believe me, I've thought this out. I came prepared. Here, take this right now. I'm betting that you won't need it, but it should take any doubt out of your mind."

I looked at the pill; I knew exactly what it was. Then I looked at Rachel. Finally, I threw the pill in my mouth and took a stiff swig of my vodka and tonic. I had to know, "Where did you get this?"

"That doesn't matter," Rachel said. "Suffice it to say that one of your former friends has an ample supply and his ex-girlfriend was more than happy to share them with me. She offered more if you ever need them, which, as I said, I don't think you ever will."

Lauren was watching from her bedroom door and wondered what was going to happen next. She saw Rachel leading me by the hand so she went downstairs to meet us.

As she and I walked in, Rachel said, "Lauren, it's a go. I need you both to be completely open and unreserved with each other. Let it all hang out. Enjoy this one night stand, because I'm coming home in four hours and everything will have been set right. And Lauren, he sleeps in my bed tonight. Agreed?"

Lauren and I nodded their agreement and Rachel walked out the door without looking back. They heard the car start up and head up the gravel driveway. Lauren and I looked at each other and both started laughing. It was Lauren who finally asked, "Well, what do we do now? How do you want to get started?"

After a few seconds, I finally spoke, "Listen Lauren, I just want to let you know that I have always thought the most of you. You're bright, personable, funny, fun to be with, you're one of my favourite people in the whole world, and I'm glad that you're back to being friends with Rachel, because I will get to spend more time with you and the babies than I otherwise would have. Also, ever since I first met you, I have always secretly had the hots for you. Maybe it hasn't been so secretive, but I just want to openly declare that you're an absolutely gorgeous woman, and I would be willing to do anything for you. You've given me so much." I looked down at her heavy looking tummy.

They stood there like middle school kids, looking at each other, wondering who was going to make the first move. I finally said, "How about if we start in the hot tub. Go get your bathing suit on and meet me down there."

"Bathing suit? You're sure you want me to wear my suit?" Lauren was surprised.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Just call it foreplay." But the real reason I was dawdling was that I wanted to be sure that the little blue pill had time to weave its magic on me.

I opened the hot tub, went back into the master bedroom, put on my suit and got into the tub. He realised that this was the first time in a couple of years that he was wearing a bathing suit into the tub, and it felt strange to me. The suit was constantly filling up with bubbles in an almost comical way.

When Lauren arrived, I stood up and helped her climb in, complimenting her on how sexy she looked in her stretched bathing suit. "Yeah, I'll bet you'd rather see me with it off," was her retort, but she was really thinking to herself, "and I hope that it's sooner than later."

They both laughed at how my suit was filling with bubbles. Lauren joked, "I've never seen a hard-on like that before. You are glad to see me aren't you?" We talked for fifteen minutes until we found ourselves staring at each other, the anticipation of what we were about to do welling up inside both of us.

I knelt in the middle of the tub and said, "Let's try a kiss and see how that feels." Lauren moved to the same position, facing me and looked up at me eagerly.

I bent over, brushed her luscious red hair from her face and kissed Lauren. She closed her eyes and kissed back, pulling my head down to hers, their lips locking together. The spark was there, and the fire was started. I put my hand on the small of her back, pulling her body towards my, pressing her into me. I could feel her breasts against my chest, and she wrapped her arms around me and passionately kissed back. I kissed her neck and her earlobes, flicking my tongue against them, the cooling effect heightening her sense of touch. My hands started to move up her body, running across her breasts, the ripe and pregnant shape of her body arousing me. I could feel my penis start to swell. Pressed against me, she could feel it too. Her hand ran down my torso and over the front of my suit, and she could feel my excitement growing.

I started to slide her bathing suit slowly down her body, trying to be romantic, but for Lauren, I was taking too long. She wanted to be naked, and she wanted to be naked now. She stood up and pulled it down to her thighs. She let me help it fall off of her body, and she loved the expression on my face when I finally saw her completely naked. I stood up, appreciating her breasts for their perfect shape and size. I fingered her nipples, and the sensation started making them stand up. I bent down and kissed them, nuzzling my face between her breasts, flicking her nipples with my tongue.

She helped me take off my bathing suit, and we hugged and kissed, our naked bodies pressed against each other. I was suddenly aware that we were standing in the hot tub, so I helped her climb out and led her to the master bedroom. I then toweled her dry, admiring every curve of her body, and I complimented her on her glowing skin. She was standing in front of her baby's father, completely naked, but only now did she feel herself blush. I dried myself off quickly, and we sat down on the bed next to each other. She took my penis in her hands and massaged it slowly, until she could see it was just the way she wanted - hard and long. She lay back on the bed, naked and quivering with excitement.

She was ecstatic when I immediately started kissing my way down her body, tonguing her swollen navel, and licking my way down to her wet pussy. She opened her legs slowly, ready for whatever I had in mind. She felt my tongue worm its way between her labia, where I deftly found her clitoris. She was quickly bucking and thrusting with excitement, and when I slid two fingers inside her, she could feel the orgasm welling up inside her, rising in intensity until it couldn't be stopped. She screamed and gasped with pleasure as the contractions and spasms rolled through her body. I backed off, using my open palm to rub her between her thighs, vibrating slightly but quickly, extending her orgasm until she had to beg me to stop. At that point, I knelt between her legs and moved a couple of pillows beneath her ass. Then, when she was comfortable, I took my erect penis in the other and moved it across her pussy, managing to rub against her clitoris, sending her into even more waves of pleasure.

Finally, I slid my cock into her, and I kissed her deeply. She gasped, wrapping her legs and arms around me as if to pull me further into herself. She hadn't felt like this in ages. It was the same feeling for me, and we both knew that each had greatly missed the pleasure and intimacy that only comes with great sex. She relaxed enough that I could start moving slowly in and out of her. Slowly, the pace of my stroking picked up, and she pushed back with the same rhythm. We both were thinking the same thing - it felt so good to be locked together physically like this with another person, especially somebody you love.

We rocked and moved together with increasing intensity until Lauren came again, gasping and thrashing under me as she came hard. I let her catch her breath before I rolled over on my back, pulling her along with me. All I said was, "Now it's your turn to be on top. I want to see you sit up, and make yourself cum."

She sat up, allowing me to fondle her breasts and play with her nipples. She rode me hard, rolling her hips forward to maximize the pressure on her clitoris from the shaft of my penis. "You feel so good," I moved my hands up along her sides until they were caressing the sides of her breasts.

"You too," she shifted position, lowering herself down towards my chest.

She slid her pussy up and down my cock at a just-right pace, grinding down into me deeply every time she reached the bottom of his shaft. I thrust from below, as I felt her searching for friction she needed on her clit. I wanted to reach out and press my fingers against it, but just as I shifted my hand from her breast, she shuddered and closed her eyes.

"Oh God, yes," the words came out through her teeth. I could feel her tighten around my cock as the waves of her orgasm rolled through. I pressed her further down onto my cock with my hands on her hips and she whimpered in response. I loved watching her cum and feeling her orgasmic tremors suround me.

She took a deep breath and began raising and lowering herself on my cock once more. Those magnificent thighs and calves flexed as she humped herself onto me faster and faster. She gritted her teeth, but never closed her eyes or looked away. It was clear what she was doing -- sacrificing herself for my pleasure. I'm sure it wasn't agony for her, but she was stretched and sore and she was still going to give me the ride of my life until I came.

Pain and pleasure both showing in her face, she soon got to the point that she was pistoning up and down on my rock-hard cock. The feeling drove me crazy. She was using her pussy to jerk me off. She was slamming herself down on me, the bed creaking with every thrust, the headboard knocking against the wall, and she still didn't break eye contact. "Cum," she said, and then she repeated it louder. "I want you to cum… cum inside me… cum." She was chanting it, louder and louder and she thrust down onto me harder and faster. I reached up and grabbed her bouncing tits, hard, my thumbs finding her nipples and pressing into them. That made her gasp and close her eyes and scream, "cum… cum… cum inside me… CUM INSIDE ME!" Then her whole body was shaking, her eyes flew wide open in shock, and she came again.

I was right with her this time, my balls tensed up, my cock surged, and a torrent of cum spewed out of me and deep inside her body. I came over and over again, coating the inside of her pussy. She had stopped moving by now, holding onto the headboards for dear life, but I grabbed her hips and began thrusting up into her for all I was worth. With each thrust I spurted again, the feeling running through my crotch and up my spine. She was actually wailing, clenching every muscle in her body as I pumped my seed into her. I added my own groans, my gut clenched. My cum was running out of her mixed with her pussy juices as we both screamed out our pleasure together. Then she collapsed onto me in a heap, both of us sweating, panting, struggling to get our breath.

We climaxed together for a long time, the twitching of one lover's mated parts setting off a new wave of pleasure in the other. She had needed this. Finally, she rolled off of me, and pulled the bed sheet over her head to cover up. I laughed at her sudden display of modesty, so I playfully pulled at the sheet. We toyed with each other, grabbing and pulling the sheet back and forth, until she finally said, "OK, time to knock it off. Go hop in the shower and clean up before Rachel gets home."

I propped myself up on my elbow and looked at her lying there, clad only in a sheet, running my hands over her, caressing every inch of her body through the sheet. I told her, "One thing I have confirmed tonight, something I have long suspected, is that you have a magnificent body and you sure know how to use it."

I had almost forgotten how much fun sex with Lauren could be. I knew that the emotional and physical release it can provide could not be overestimated. I also knew he would need more, especially with someone who really loved me…

I lay back, exhausted. We lay together quietly for a few minutes before Lauren prodded me again towards the shower, adding, "After you, Mr. Fantastic, I'm going upstairs to use the other bathroom."

After I disappeared into the master bathroom, I heard her get up, gathering her bathing suit from the floor. Once upstairs, I turned on the shower and cleaned every trace of our lovemaking from my body.

Later, Lauren met me back downstairs and immediately started giving me some advice. "You know that Rachel still loves you. She knows that what she did was wrong, and that it hurt you very much. But you've got to get over it, and now that you and I have had sex together, we're no better than her. So grow up and fix the relationship. I know her better than anybody, probably even you, and I promise you that it'll be worth it." She went on, "If anything, I now owe her, because I really needed to get laid. You were great, now do the same thing to Rachel tomorrow morning. She needs it probably more than I did. And remember, make-up sex can be the best of all."

We talked for quite a while, until she could tell that I was coming around. She of all people knew what it was like to have a spouse cheat, and she had been going through even more hell than me. She tried to make the point that most of my pain had been self-inflicted, and she could see by my expression that she was getting through to me. I seemed deep in thought, and eventually, our conversation slowed.

As everybody knows, sex affects men and women differently. I started to yawn and I finally had to excuse myself and I went to bed. All I had to do was lie down and I was asleep within minutes. On the other hand, multiple orgasms had given Lauren more than enough energy to stay up longer. She had enjoyed her romp in the sack with me, but she had to find her own man, and she knew that eventually, she would. She read until Rachel came home. Then, the two women talked for over an hour, discussing everything, as women do.

When they finally called it a night, Rachel went into the master bedroom, got into her pajamas and slid into bed next to me. I woke up just enough to cuddle up to her in their old standard spooning position, one hand on her butt, the other arm wrapped over her body, cradling her breasts in my hand. I kissed her on her neck and said, "Good night, I love you."

Rachel would have been content with just those words; they meant the world to her hearing them from me again. The fact that they were lying in that position was icing on the cake. But as she nuzzled backwards into me, she was even more pleased to feel my penis slowly getting harder, rubbing against her butt as she backed into me. My hand started to fondle her right breast, and she felt her nipple rising in response. Soon, my hand was under her pajama top, and she felt the wetness start to rise between her thighs. She reached back with her free hand and stroked my penis through my pajamas, reveling in feeling the hardness again after all these months. From behind, I continued to fondle her breasts, paying particular attention to her nipples, which I knew always thrilled her. My other hand slipped inside the back of her pajama bottoms, my fingers finding their way between her thighs and into her moistening pussy.

She let go of my cock long enough to slide off her pajama bottoms. Reaching between her legs, she took my fully erect penis and easily slid it inside her from behind. It felt so good to have me inside her again. In this position, I stroked gently in and out of her, rubbing her clitoris with my free hand in an ever-increasing pace. Soon, she felt the orgasm rising inside her, until it spilled out in a muffled cry of ecstasy, trying consciously not to be loud enough that Lauren would hear anything in the spare room. She trembled with pleasure and held my hand in place between her thighs.

As her breathing returned to normal, she was disappointed when I pulled out of her. But all I did was quickly turn on the reading lamp, pull back the sheets and I began to look over her naked body, softly caressing my favourite parts. That look of lust was back on my face. She loved to see me look at her that way - she knew then that I had found a way through the awkwardness.

I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me, urging her to sit up. Again, I fondled her breasts and nipples, looking her over with obvious pleasure. Straddling me, she slid my penis back inside her pussy and slowly started to ride me, rubbing her clitoris against the shaft of my hard cock. I lowered my gaze, watching my penis slide in and out of her pussy, enjoying how wet she was. a view denied me earlier by Lauren's swollen belly. To me, that visual stimulation was as exciting as the tactile sensation of the skin of my cock rubbing against her wetness, and I soon reached the point where I could control myself no longer.

Rachel kept pumping on top of me, forcing me over the edge. I cried out loudly, "Oh my God, oh my God, oh Rachel, oh Rachel!"

"Yes!" Rachel gasped, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she climaxed, triggered by the mixed sensations from her pussy, clit and nipple. I felt her body first stiffen and then start vibrating beneath me. I managed to clamp my mouth over a nipple, and her prolonged cry of ecstasy tumbled me over my own edge. My cock seemed to swell, jerk, and spew in a repeating cycle as my balls drew tight against my body, aiding the force of my ejaculation. We both ceased breathing for a moment, as my body spurted my seed, and her body accepted the hot, sticky load in her intimate depths. I stopped thrusting during this, and when I had finished, she was lightly resting on top of me, my cheek nestled against the center of her chest. I heard and felt her rapid, powerful heartbeats. Recovering, she wanted to wrap her arms around me, cradling me against her. She almost blushed as I stirred, smiled at her, kissed her lips, and helped Rachel up, withdrawing my cock from her and then staring at the opening I just vacated.

Within perhaps 10 seconds, a glob of his white semen appeared at that opening, and started oozing down toward her ass crack. She felt the warm trickle as she saw his eyes light up and heard him exclaim, "Oh wow! Seeing that stream of semen emerging from you makes the whole image so much more erotic! Wonderful!" My words pleased her, but her cheeks still reddened in embarrassment. No lover had ever before stared at her pussy doing this.

Rachel collapsed on top of me, laying her full weight on my body. I held her there for a long time. I figured it had to be the magic blue pill that was keeping me semi-erect and watched in awe as Rachel guided my penis back into her welcoming snatch, plugging the flow of our juices. In any case, I wasn't going to let her go; I was going to hold her as long as possible, enjoying the pleasure of our bodies coupled in that way. And she used every trick with every muscle she could control to hold me inside her.

Eventually, we both relaxed enough that they slid apart, and they both giggled quietly. I was the first to speak, saying, "I'm sorry, I wish I could have stayed hard so we could have fallen asleep with me inside you. I guess the pill wasn't quite enough."

Rachel responded, "Honey, the pill is supposed to be good for a maximum of four hours, and it's way past that. What you did was completely on your own, and I'm very thankful for that."

For the first time in months, we both fell asleep together, our naked bodies intertwined.

Less than a week later Lauren was due but showed no signs of going into labour. The weekend was warm and we decided to have a BBQ, just like the old days when there were four of us. Joseph pretty much disappeared from our lives. He didn't handle Rachel's rejection well, nor Lauren's indifference. The fact that the babies she was carrying weren't his meant that he simply cut his losses and ran. After bringing Lauren I to the fold I don't think anyone missed him.

The grill was hot and sent enticing aromas floating throughout the neighborhood. Everywhere there was laughter and conversation as our combined families caught up at the last blast of summer. Rachel cooed around Lauren who sat on the porch, one hand resting on her very swollen tummy. I had been smitten from the moment I saw her, all those years ago. My then best friend Joseph had started dating Lauren in high school, and she soon became a fixture at family functions. Her own family was dysfunctional — to say the least — and her friends had all but adopted her.

My ears burned as he remembered the first time Joseph had brought her to dinner. I had slipped in behind her chair to give her a shoulder massage, feeling the need to be close to her. I was only seventeen at the time and full of raging hormones, so everyone had been kind enough not to mention what they were thinking to my face until much later. My infatuation had proved the highlight of the evening behind amused grins, though.

For everyone except my ex-best friend.

I hadn't realised it but the enmity that started that night only grew as time wore on. Joseph didn't want his girl around any other man, and I hated the way my ex-best friend treated her. He took her for granted, watched her like a hawk, and frequently got into fights with any man who dared make her acquaintance. I knew that Lauren and Rachel were always on his side, because it was a regular topic of conversation whenever my ex-best friend wasn't around. They loved and supported him like he was family. He could do no wrong.

But he cheated on her at every opportunity before finally sleeping with Rachel. We heard that he had ran off with another woman, leaving his responsibility and old friends behind. As soon as our families found out about it, they rallied around Lauren and disowned Joseph. Now, she was two days past due, and everyone was doing their best to help her through it.

Sitting in a lawn chair with a pair of dark sunglasses on, I drank in the sight of her and daydreamed. She'd always been a goddess in my eyes, but for some reason, her pregnany had made her irresistible. She'd put on weight as her tummy expanded, but it seemed to gravitate primarily into her boobs and butt. Other than the pure physical attraction of that, there was something infinitely sexy about the glow of motherhood surrounding her. Sunglasses weren't going to do anything to hide the reaction my thoughts were causing, and neither were my shorts. I talked down my erection just in time, because my cousins cajoled me into a game of horseshoes. Shortly after beating them, my phone buzzed.

"I love you. Come find us." It was Rachel texting from the house. I quickly responded with "ditto". I played with my phone for a bit. After a glance back at the closed door, I shutdown my messages and opened my email. A series of well-practiced clicks took me to an email I had managed to forward from Rachel's account one day. The picture opened up, and I let out a quiet groan.

The image was of Lauren in all her pregnant glory, taken about a month earlier. It was a semi-profile shot, showing her from the neck to the knees. Only the redhead's hands covered her body, hiding her nipples and the garden of pleasure shaded beneath her swollen tummy. I looked at the picture several times a day, and it never failed to make me as hard as a steel bar.

The email was no less arousing, describing how swollen and heavy her breasts felt, as well as fears that they would begin leaking more as she went into her last month. She also mentioned frustration about how her hormones were causing spikes of arousal only slightly less frequent than her need to pee. I couldn't count the number of times I had wished she would let me help her with that. I looked around, Lauren and Rachel hadn't emerged from the house so I stood up and went to look for the best friends as instructed.

Neither of them were downstairs and I began to worry as I frantically padded around before going upstairs… ahh… they were in the bedroom, I could hear them talking. Calmly! At least everything was ok. I stopped at the top of the stairs and listened. I canted my head to one side and strained to overhear something, anything. Keen for a juicy piece of gossip I slipped my shoes off to muffle my steps and eased into the hall and to the door of the bedroom I shared with Rachel. I wasn't sure what exactly was happening, and all sorts of macabre thoughts bounced around inside his head as he neared the door.

The door was open several inches and I stepped to it with the intention of pushing it open and greeting both women. Just as my hand reached to push the door open wider, I looked into the room and stopped. All muscular activity halted in that one moment as I stared through the eight-inch opening. My whole body seemed numb as I watched. My eyes were wide and my mouth hung open as I saw something from my wildest fantasies unfold before me.

Rachel and Lauren were on their knees in the middle of the bed in a light embrace as they passionately kissed. Both women were nude; their hands softly caressed and explored as their tongues gently touched and swirled together. Tiny sounds of desire came from their mouths, quietly asserting their white-hot need for one another. Rachel's soft hands that had touched and caressed me over the nearly a decade of our relationship slipped easily under the soft globes of Lauren's breasts and cupped them lightly.

"I can't believe this is happening," Rachel said with a husky voice.

"Me, either." Lauren tilted her head back a little and gasped as Rachel's fingers toyed with her hard nipples. "I've wanted you since the first day we met."

"I sort of gathered that every time I caught you checking me out," Rachel chuckled.

"Have you been with a woman before?"

Rachel stopped for a moment and looked into the redheads green eyes, then nodded. "It was a long time ago. I'll tell you about it someday."

"Please make love to me, Rachel." Lauren's soft voice was barely audible as her eyes pleaded with the older woman. "I need you."

I watched as my girlfriend positioned Lauren on the bed, and then slipped between her long, slender legs. My breathing was shallow and my pulse raced madly as I fumbled for my hard cock in my pants with a trembling hand. This was pure fantasy, one I could only ever dream of; something I longed to see but never believed would actually come true. It was happening. And, we had guests downstairs!

Lauren gasped softly as Rachel's tongue and lips worked the velvet-smooth skin of the pregnant woman's thighs. The position of the two women were such that I had a three-quarter view of Rachel's lovely face as she pressed her lips to another woman's wet, gaping slit. Lauren's head twisted slowly and gently from side to side as her hands fondled her ripe breasts.

"So good, Rachel!" she gasped. "Eat my pussy!"

"You like that, baby?"

"Oh, yeah!"

Lauren arched her back a little as Rachel's sweet mouth began to devour the redhead's soft, fuzzy pussy. Her tongue bathed the satin-like skin of Lauren's puffy little mound and sent delicious shivers of delight deep into the young woman's tummy. I discovered later that it had been a long time – since college – that Rachel had had the pleasure of tasting another woman's pussy, and she reveled in an old and wonderfully familiar experience.

"Such a nice little pussy," Rachel murmured as she flicked her tongue against Lauren's sex-swollen clit. "I see why my boyfriend loves it so much!"

"Oh!" Lauren cried out. "Do me!"

Rachel began to devour her friend's sex, teasing her clit, tasting and relishing the slippery wet pussy lips that had become swollen with desire. Lauren's hips rolled and plunged her burning pussy hard against Rachel's face, slathering her lips with a thick coating of young pussy juice. Rachel's need to satisfy Lauren, as long ago experiences with another good friend came to mind, was as great as the fire burning deep in the pregnant woman's loins.

Lauren bucked and writhed madly as Rachel continued to eat her with a wild, overwhelming intensity. When Rachel slipped a finger into her pussy, Lauren cried out loudly. The redhead smiled as she stared into her friend's sex-glazed eyes and pushed a second finger deep into the sopping wet pussy. Her face reddened and her freckles seem to burn as she screamed and grabbed Rachel's head. Her long fingers combed wildly through Rachel's soft brown hair as she began to rock her hips with a wild excitement. I could hardly breathe as he watched his sexy girlfriend consume the pussy I had impregnated. Witnessing something like this had to be every man's dream? And how many men have actually lived that dream, I wondered? As I watched Lauren thrashing under Rachel's hungry mouth, I pulled slowly on my hard cock. Fuck, I wanted to cum! I wanted to burst through the door and shove my cock into either of the females in my bedroom and fuck them until they took all of my seed.

Suddenly, Lauren screamed again and I knew that she was about to climax. While I stood at the door watching my girlfriend bring another woman to orgasm, I suddenly understood. We were all joined by a bond that was more than friendship. I watched Rachel's face move away from Lauren's puffy labia, a string of saliva a cum, still joining them. Both were gasping and grinning. Rachel wiped her face and licked her fingers before throwing herself on the bed beside the heavily pregnant red haired fertility goddess. Then the two women changed places, with Lauren between Rachel's spread legs, her face buried in her sweet pussy. Rachel's hands kneaded and fondled her tits, pinched and pulled the fat nubs of her nipples while barely audible whimpers of delight came from her parted lips.

"You taste so good!" Lauren exclaimed breathlessly as she looked into Rachel's eyes. "You can't believe how many times I've masturbated thinking about eating you."

"I'm just sorry it's taken us this long to get together," Rachel chuckled.

"If only he could see us!"

Rachel, in spite of the burning fire of lust that burned away in her pussy, tossed her head back and laughed. "He would have a stroke. He's wanted to see me with another woman for as long as I've known him."

"Yeah, I have to admit though, he's man enough for both of us." Lauren smiled and caressed Rachel's soft thighs. "Maybe we can put on a show for him soon."

"That would be hot!" Rachel reached between her legs and took the Lauren's face in her hands. "But, for now, why don't we continue what we were doing. I love the way your tongue feels on my pussy."

Rachel gasped with pleasure as Lauren's tongue renewed its quest to bring her to a mind-numbing orgasm. She held Lauren's head in her hands and began to rock her sexy hips slowly, rubbing her drenched pussy on Lauren's pussy-hungry mouth. Her eyes were glazed and filled with the heat of desire that coursed madly through her blazing loins.

Rachel's brain buzzed with the intense sensations that Lauren's delightful tongue caused her. It felt so good to have a woman between her legs again, consuming her in the way that only a woman could accomplish. The feel of Lauren's smooth skin, the taste of her mouth and the feel of her soft lips when they kissed, the incredible awareness of another woman's body so close to her was intoxicating. Rachel knew she was about to cum. Her hips were moving faster now, jerking and bucking as Lauren's tongue continued to relentlessly drive her wild. Her thighs now closed around the young blonde's face, pressing against her in a soft vise-like grip as she neared a most stunning and gratifying climax. Rachel's bottom lip quivered slightly and she closed her beautiful eyes for a moment. Then, the explosion came and Rachel filled the room with a loud, shattering scream.

"FUCK! OH, FUCK, YESSSSSS! FUUUCK!!"

Rachel bucked and writhed as her orgasm ripped through her tummy with an overwhelming force that was more intense than she could have imagined. A series of gasping grunt-like sounds came from her mouth as she let herself, her mind and soul, be carried away into near oblivion. Her body trembled violently and a long moan that signaled complete and utter satisfaction came from her mouth.

Finally, Rachel collapsed in a heap on the bed; her legs sprawled on either side of Lauren, who looked up into her face with a broad smile. Lauren's hands, soft and inviting, gently caressed Rachel's tummy. Rachel reached for the redheads hands and held them tightly as she gasped for breath.

"I had forgotten how nice it can be with another woman," Rachel gasped softly.

"Well, maybe I can help you not to forget in the future," Lauren grinned.

"Maybe I get should get a say in who sleeps with my girlfriend?" I announced, pushing the door open.

Rachel and Lauren turned their heads immediately to face the open door and looked at me with complete and utter surprise on their faces. Rachel looked at me with a smile. "I'm glad you got my message."

"I'm glad, too," I grinned back.

"You invited him as I invited you…" Lauren mused then laughed, "I think he should definitely join us."

"Come in and close the door, we better make sure no one else wanders in!" Rachel giggled.

I did as she asked and moved towards Lauren's side of the bed, looking at my girlfriend. I removed my jacket and shirt and tie, as Lauren sat up and undid the belt around my trousers. I pulled my shoes and socks off and walked over to Rachel, as she stood by the bed, she undid my trousers and pulled them and my boxers down whilst trying to set the world record for how far a tongue could get down someone's throat. I pushed her back onto the bed and stepped out of my trousers, she gasped as she landed on the bed and lifted her hips "I'm going to fuck you now," I said. My hard cock bounced and my balls tingled.

She gasped at coarseness of my language as I lay on top of her and kissed her hard, her tongue entered my mouth as my cock probed her area and just slid into her wet welcoming pussy, she wrapped her arms and legs around me as I entered her, she just said "I need you, I want you, I adore you," Rachel whispered in my ear as I slowly moved my cock in and out of her pussy.

Rachel shook her head and grinned, pushing me away from her. She looked at Lauren and said, "I think he needs a blowjob."

"I'm up for that," Lauren cooed as she swung her long legs over the side of the bed and took my cock in one soft hand, my balls in the other. "I love having your boyfriend's cock in my mouth."

I gasped when Lauren's tongue slid slowly from the base of my shaft to the bulbous head, then back down. Rachel, who had taken her cue from Lauren and was also sitting on the edge of the bed, began to lick and suck on my balls with her sexy mouth. I groaned a second time as I watched the women in my life pleasure me. My brain whirled with the sudden enormity of all that was happening. Two fantasies – The Two Biggies – had come true in one afternoon. I stood next to the bed I shared with my girlfriend and watched as her as she watched her best friend suck my throbbing dick with her sensuous mouth. And the sight of a sexy redhead, her fingers around my thick shaft while her tongue and lips drove me mad with desire, was exhilarating.

"That's it, Lauren! Suck him off!"

"Mmmmmph!"

I took Lauren's head in my hands and began to slowly rock my hips. All of those years I had looked at my girlfriend as she sucked me, now she watched the delightful way her best friend's lips sealed around my shaft as her tongue swirled around the head and caressed my slit. Now I was seeing Rachel's lips secure themselves around one of Lauren's lightly freckled breasts, loving it so delightfully, and the sight was exciting.

I looked down at Lauren. Her lovely green eyes were on mine as she teased my cock. I couldn't believe that this was actually happening! The way she slowly took my cock in her mouth, all the way until her sexy lips touched the base, then slowly withdrew drove me wild. My breathing was erratic as I watched her sexy red hair begin to bob to her oral ministrations. After about a minute Lauren pulled her mouth slowly from my cock, and then looked up at him with a broad grin on her pretty face.

"Why don't you fuck my mouth?" she cooed seductively.

"Oh, fuck…"

"Yes, deep throat the mother of your children!" Rachel agreed, her eyes sparkling.

I took Lauren's head in my hands and began slowly rocking my hips, sending my cock head to the back of her mouth. Her eyes were on me, her soft hands lightly gripping my ass cheeks as I fucked her mouth. The fire of desire mounted and I groaned long and loud. My eyes alternated between Lauren's hot mouth and Rachel as she sucked Lauren's tits.

"Oh fuck, Lauren-" I gasped as I felt my testicles tighten.

"Cum all over me!" Rachel squealed from below me.

Then, suddenly, I tensed, I pulled my twitching penis from Lauren's mouth and I watched with lust-filled eyes as my cock exploded and covered Rachel's face with ropes of thick, white seed. I began jacking it hard and fast as I stared into Lauren's eyes. She opened her mouth immediately, knowing what I wanted to do. Then, with a long, low groan, I stiffened and watched as another jet of cum began to cover the expectant mum's tongue. Every muscle in my lean body stiffened as my balls emptied into Lauren's open mouth. Then, with a twinkle in her eyes, she closed her mouth and swallowed every drop of my seed.

I dropped to the floor between Lauren's spread legs and laid my head on one silky smooth thigh. I gasped for breath as I looked across to my girlfriend who was slowly scooping cum from her face and pushing it into her mouth. For a moment I had to wonder just what dimension I was in, and then a slow laugh bubbled up from my gut.

"I came up thinking Lauren was having contractions."

"Well, I think you had a few of your own and you don't look terribly disappointed," she laughed.

Lauren slipped a hand between Rachel's thighs and smiled. "I think we should get dressed and join our guests."

In one afternoon, everything had changed again, my fantasies were suddenly realised and he wondered, as he looked over at my girlfriend, if this was the beginning of a whole new experience for the both of them. Looking into her eyes, which had taken on a mischievous glint, I realised that there was probably a whole lot more to come. Knowing that people would be wondering where we were, I dressed quickly before walking back out to the yard. I was milling about near the door, looking at some family photos with Rachel's mum when I heard voices coming from behind me.

"Oh, but the fun's just starting, Lauren," Rachel said.

Lauren responded, "I know, and I really want to stay, but I'm just so tired. I don't want to be a rain cloud for everyone."

"Everyone understands. You know that."

"I know, but it doesn't make me feel any more awake."

"But you can't go back to the house alone. What if you go into labour? You could go lie down on our sofa."

"I swear that I'm never going to go into labour, Rachel. Ow. Calm down in there, girls."

Rachel laughed. "I saw that one. They are feeling confined, and that's all the more reason for you to stay. Besides, everyone's been drinking. I doubt anyone's okay to drive right now."

Thought and action were simultaneous. I walked down the hall and into the front room. "Hey, Rachel. Lauren." I said nonchalantly.

Lauren smiled, forcing him to suppress a shiver. "Oh, hello there."

"I thought for a second that it might be time when I saw you two were gone," I said.

Rachel shook her head. "No, but that's exactly why I'm trying to convince her to relax here and wait until I can run her home this evening and stay."

Trying to appear non-committal, he gave a little shrug. "Yeah, you shouldn't be home alone when you're already past due. If you really want to go home, I could drive you and hang out, though."

Lauren's eyes brightened. "Could you?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, I'm just watching everybody else get drunk. I can only win at horseshoes so many times."

Lauren turned back to Rachel. "Would that be okay with you?"

Rachel looked off-balance at the sudden turn of events. "Well, I suppose. All he would have to do is get your bag and help you to the car if you go into labour, I guess."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence!."

"I didn't mean it that way." She sighed and took Lauren's hand. "If that's what you really want?"

Lauren nodded.

"Okay. But, you're not leaving without food. Give me a minute or two to put things together."

"I'll go start the car to get the air running," I offered, "Back in a minute."

"Thank you." Lauren gave me a knowing look.

"No problem, Lauren."

Heart pounding in my chest, I hurried out front to start my car. I felt foolish almost as soon as he recognised how my pulse was racing. I was probably going to be sitting around watching television while she napped.

Try as I might to rationalise it, I still couldn't wipe the smile off my face.

After moving the passenger seat back as far as possible to accommodate her comfort, I held a hand in front of the vents. Satisfied that it was cooling off, I headed back inside. We didn't get out of the house fast — or empty handed. Rachel packed an entire picnic basket full of Tupperware containers and foil-wrapped bundles, providing a sampling of the entire feast. Finally, I led the way to the car with the heavy basket in hand.

Once we were both settled, I asked, "You okay? Comfortable?"

"As much as I can be. Thank you. I really do appreciate it."

"Happy to."

The drive wasn't long at all. Once at the front of the house, I took Lauren's keys and the basket, unlocking the door in advance so she wouldn't have to stand out in the street.

Lauren sighed as she stepped into her own house. "Oh, that's a relief." She stepped over to a couch and leaned against it. "I have to warn you, since you're going to stay, I'm going to put on something more comfortable and look all frumpy."

I shook my head and laughed. "I'm not worried about that." I held up the basket and said, "I'll go put this stuff away."

"And I'm going to take a bath." She gave a smile, and then proceeded to the bathroom.

Naturally, I started daydreaming about the redheaded fertility goddess sitting in a warm bath, her swollen tummy, breasts, and knees poking up from amongst the bubbles. The picture I had looked at so many times let my imagination easily fill in the blanks. I could see her running her hands over her body and bubbles hiding her sex… Then the bubbles washed away. The weight of the basket in my hand eventually snapped me out of the fantasy, though the image lingered as I put everything in the fridge. An almost overwhelming temptation hit me to go stand outside the door and listen to the water lapping, but I resisted with a surge of willpower. The last thing I wanted to do was have to think of an excuse if she happened to hear him or otherwise notice that he was standing outside the bathroom door.

Instead, I took a seat on the end of the couch and picked up the remote. That was as close as I got to turning on the television, though. The show once again running in my head was far more interesting than anything Hollywood could possibly come up with. I was so deep into my aroused musing that I only noticed Lauren when she was a few steps away from the couch. I quickly recovered, tugging the tail of my t-shirt over the telltale evidence of my thoughts. Holding out the remote, I said, "All yours."

She looked anything but frumpy in a top of the palest teal. Thin straps showed off her shoulders, and the neckline revealed an inch or so of eye-catching freckled cleavage. A band of lace below her breasts flowed into pleats draped over her tummy, hanging down to her hips. She also wore what looked like men's boxers, revealing long expanses of smooth, gorgeous legs. Her hair was still a little damp, hanging in ringlets around her face. She waved a hand at the remote and moved to the opposite end of the couch. "No, I just want to relax. You can watch something if you want, though."

"Nah, I'm fine," I responded. It was all I could do not to blatantly stare at her as I put the remote down on the coffee table.

With a little groan, Lauren sat down on the couch and spun on her bottom, pulling her legs up.

"Let me get out of your way," I offered, starting to rise.

"No, you're fine," she countered as she stretched out her legs, her bare toes mere inches from my leg. "I really do appreciate you playing nursemaid."

"No problem." The urge to caress her leg nearly had me twitching.

"I don't suppose you do foot rubs?" She laughed and shook her head.

I wanted to ask her about her feelings for Rachel but I found myself saying, "I suppose I could give it a try."

She smiled. "Really? I was only kidding, but my feet are aching so much."

"Sure. Why not?"

I turned, tingling all over, and reached for her right foot. Curling my fingers over the top of her foot, I used my thumbs to knead the sole. The feeling of her soft skin beneath my fingers was like pure heaven. There wasn't a callous or rough spot to be found anywhere. After only a few seconds, she let out a groan that was so sexual I thought I was going to bust straight through my underwear and shorts.

"Oh, that feels sooo good," she moaned, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.

Serenaded by her continuous stream of moans, groans, and sighs, I laboured over her feet, caressing and massaging. I had no concept of time passing. There was only the touch of my skin to hers, and the sound of her voice expressing pleasure.

"You could work on my calves a little, if you want," she hinted.

I slowly slid my hands upward, fingers gliding over her skin, and felt her shiver. Another wonderful, sensual moan emerged as I squeezed, working the tightness out of her muscles.

"I didn't know how much I needed this," she said in a soft voice.

"Well, you're walking for three," I said, and chuckled.

"Your daughter's are certainly very active today — and that feels incredible. You're really good at this."

"Thanks. First time lucky, I guess."

"Mmm — I can't imagine how good you'll be with practice, then."

It was hard to think of anything more uplifting than her words of praise. She slid a hand over her tummy and caressed it, and he felt my fingers itching to join hers.

"They aren't all prickly, are they? I can hardly see around this to shave."

"No, not at all. Smooth as silk."

"I wouldn't be willing to bet on that if you went any higher." She laughed. "You can stop if you need to."

I realised that my fingers had slowed as I contemplated going higher. "No, I'm fine."

The last thing I wanted to do was stop. Ever.

"Good. I think you're going to put me to sleep if I relax any more, though."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Only if I don't wake up in time to get to the bathroom. I swear your girls are sitting on my bladder. All I've done is pee the last few weeks." She sat up a little. "Sorry. Here you are being so nice, and all you're getting in return is a fat pregnant woman complaining."

"You're not fat, and you can complain all you want." The temptation was finally too much. He reached up and patted her tummy. "I put them inside you so you get a free pass."

"You're too sweet."

"Just the truth."

"I feel like a whale."

"You're gorgeous," I countered.

"Thank you. I know it's silly, but that just made me feel really good."

I grinned up at her. "Mission accomplished."

"I'm going to push my luck, then. Could you do my shoulders, too?"

"Sure." I slid off the couch and negotiated the narrow space between it and the coffee table.

Lauren sat up a little straighter as I moved in behind her. The subtle, fruity smell of her shampoo made me want to lean down and fill my lungs with the scent as I settled my hands on her shoulders. Once again, the sexy sound of her voice spurred me on. This time, I was standing above her, with the upper swell of her breasts drawing my eyes. Fortunately, hers were closed, so she didn't notice when the magnetic power of her cleavage overcame my willpower for a second or two.

Lost in what I was doing, I caught my fingers and thumbs on the straps of her top two or three times. When it happened a fourth time, she said, "Just a second."

To my shocked awe, she pulled the straps down off her shoulders.

"Better?"

"Yeah…"

I couldn't believe my voice didn't crack.

I lasted all of a few seconds. Releasing the pressure of the straps had allowed her top to droop, exposing more of her breasts, swollen in preparation to fulfill their true role. No bra contained them. They rose and fell with her breath in a hypnotic rhythm that seemed perfectly coordinated with the throbbing of my manhood.

"I knew it."

The world snapped back into focus, and I panicked, thinking she'd caught me looking down her top. After the initial moment of fear, I realised that her eyes were still closed.

"You are putting me to sleep."

I let out a relieved chuckle. "Let yourself go. I'll look after you."

"You always were there for me," she opened her eyes. "No, I'll regret it if I fall asleep here. Nowhere is comfortable, but the bed is better than the couch."

"Probably right."

She sat up, pulling the straps of her top back into place and saying, "Thank you. That felt wonderful. I can't remember the last time I had a massage, let alone one that good."

"You're welcome," my hands still tingled from the touch of her skin. My pulse raced. My cock throbbed.

"Will you wake me up in two hours, if I don't wake up myself before then? I don't want to sleep so long that it's hard for me to fall asleep tonight."

"Sure. No problem, Lauren."

After a quiet grunt of effort, she levered up from the couch. My heart skipped a beat once again as she stepped in close and laid a hand on my cheek.

"You're an angel, especially after everything we've put you through."

Stunned, I couldn't manage more than a wordless, dismissive sound in response. Lauren laughed, and turned to walk to the bedroom. Even her slow, shuffling walk was sexy to me. It was going to be a long couple of hours of decompression, after touching her and beholding her beautiful, full breasts.

"I'm going to leave the door open in case I need to hurry to the bathroom," she called back.

"Okay. Have a good nap."

A buzzing in my pocket prompted me to pull out my phone. I answered the message from Rachel, saying that everything was fine, and that Lauren was about to take a nap. A minute or so later, she sent a message back informing me that she would be staying with Lauren tonight — a task we had already decided to take turns with — and that she would sneak me a six-pack of beer when she came to relieve me. I wondered if my girlfriend would sleep in the same bed as Lauren? I grinned. The beer alone was a small treat. The fact that Rachel was okay with me drinking it was something altogether different. Today wasn't turning out so bad after all — other than the sweet torture of being so close to Lauren with a raging hard on.

Plopping down on the couch again, I gave my erection a squeeze. It had been screaming for ever since Lauren had sat down. I was as hard as stone, and surprised that she hadn't noticed despite my shirt tail dangling for camouflage. A few taps on my phone set an alarm for about an hour and fifty minutes, in case I lost track of time.

Back to daydreaming almost immediately, the massage ended far differently than her going to take a nap in my mind. It was hardly the first time I had imagined being with her, either. I had even gone so far as to research pregnacy sex positions on the internet, just to make my fantasies — and masturbation sessions — more real. Even when I was dating Rachel and having sex regularly, Lauren still filled any lonely nights. There was far more than sex to my fantasies. I admitted to myself quite some time ago that there was more to my feelings than a crush. Since that fateful night at the hotel, it had even helped me deal with seeing her with my ex-best friend. As I had grown steadily aware of how little Joseph appreciated her, that had changed. I would have never treated her that way.

A whimper snapped me back into reality, causing me to sit up and turn toward the bedroom. Though I heard nothing more, I popped up off the couch anyway. I knew Lauren's voice well enough to have instantly recognised it. At the bedroom door, I peeked in — only for an instant at first — and then a little longer. Deciding that she was still asleep, I stepped in front of the door and sighed.

Lauren was curled up with a long body pillow, which helped support her pregnant bump. She was hugging the pillow as if it was someone lying beside her, and one of her long gorgeous legs was draped over it as well. Her shorts had ridden up as she slept, exposing glimpses of her butt and a sliver of white from her panties. She was smiling, and so beautiful that I stood — transfixed by the sight of her. She whimpered again, and then murmured something as well. She was still smiling, and looked as if she were laughing, though I couldn't hear the sound. Her lips continued to move, and he leaned into the room, though he still couldn't make out any words. Just as he was about to tear himself away from the sight of her, three words came out clearly.

"I love you."

My eyes widened. Now I had to know what she was saying — what she was dreaming about. Any warning shouts that my conscience might have made were quickly and mercilessly stamped down by curiosity. Stepping carefully, testing my weight on every board before committing to it, I moved closer to the bed. Steadily, I could make out more of what she was saying.

"Oh, that tickles. That's better. That feels good. Mmmmm."

I must be massaging her in her dreams. Oh well, better than nothing, I guess.

Though I couldn't make out a few of the next words, the first I could hear dissuaded me of that notion in a hurry.

"Kiss me… again. Mmm. I need… I need it. So hot. I need you. Please, kiss me… down there."

That sent a shiver through me that caused an audible — if barely — groan. It was hard to interpret what I was hearing as anything else. Silent steps moved me closer to the bed, against anything resembling common sense. I still couldn't hear every word she mumbled into the pillow, but what I did made him throb like mad.

"Mmm. Please. On fire. Need your touch. Oh yes."

Then the alarm on my phone went off.

Worse than waking me up from a dream, it was exposing me in reality. I fumbled to shut it off while still in my pocket, to avoid pulling it out where it would be any louder. The damage was already done, and her next words were in full voice — somewhere between awake and asleep.

"No… not already… Rachel doesn't need you… Your tongue feels so good," as the last words fell from her mouth, she came fully awake and gasped, her face turning bright red when she saw me standing only a couple of feet away from the bed.

I finally got the alarm off and explained, "I was coming to wake you up."

"I was talking in my sleep, wasn't I?" Her blush had faded a little, replaced by a sweet, seductive smile.

"Yes, you were."

"Well, I know what I was dreaming about, so how much did you hear?"

"A little."

She let out an exasperated sigh. "Okay, my hormones are too out of control to play this game." A crooked finger beckoned me near as she rolled onto her back. "Kiss me before either of us comes to our senses."

Even as my mind whirled, my body was moving. I had dreamed about this for far too long. I leaned over the bed, pressing my lips to hers. She moaned into the kiss, hands moving to roam over my back. Her eyes were still closed and her lips puckered when I straightened over my elbows above her. She shivered, and then her eyes opened. "Mmm. Wow."

"I will always love you, Lauren"

"I know. That was the sweetest kiss anyone has ever given me. Just like everything else about you." She reached up to caress my cheek. "You always had a way of making me feel better when Joseph was ignoring me to get drunk, or forgot my birthday. You never forgot my birthday."

"He didn't deserve you."

Her cheeks reddened again, and she closed her eyes for a moment. "I've tried almost everything they say is supposed to help you go into labour. Spicy food, castor oil, playing with my nipples…"

The last made him throb.

"There's one thing I haven't tried."

"What's that?"

She answered not with words, but by tugging the straps of her top off her shoulders again. This time, she didn't stop, slipping her arms completely out of the straps, and pulling the top down off her breasts.

"Beautiful," I breathed, drinking in the sight. Rosy pink rings surrounded her stiff nipples, capping the globes I had studiously watched grow larger as her pregnancy progressed.

"Please, suck my tits?"

I didn't need to be asked twice. My elbows bent again, and her fingers twined into my hair. The first touch of my lips was a soft kiss, barely there. She shivered again as my lips closed over her nipple, and she whimpered. Repeating the kiss on her other breast, I felt a tug — a silent request for more. Happily acquiescing, I suckled her nipple, swirling my tongue over the stiffened bud.

Lauren moaned, thrusting her breasts up toward me. "Oh yes, it's been so long. You're so gentle. It feels so good."

Even in the fog of passion, I took that cue, curbing my desire to nurse her swollen breasts with all the hunger I felt. Instead, I caressed and tantalised them, my lips and tongue constantly changing the sensations. I switched back and forth between the pair, giving each equal treatment. A taste — something subtle, unique, and new — gave me momentary pause. Remembering that she had said her breasts were leaking, I felt a surge of euphoria. The taste had to be her pre-milk, and I wanted more. A glance just before switching nipples confirmed my suspicions. A droplet had welled up from the erect bud. Rather than take her nipple in my mouth, I scooped up the drop with my tongue first, savouring the flavour and circling her areola with my tongue. After sucking her nipple for a few seconds, I noticed that the other had provided yet another succulent drop. Back and forth I went, drinking from her wellspring and imagining what it would be like once her full milk came in.

"You're making me so wet," she said as one hand moved from the back of my head and between my legs. I groaned as her fingers found my hardness. "I want to see you."

Feeling torn for a moment, I ultimately gave in to her desire and I ceased drinking from the font of her mother's first milk. After a final kiss — and taste — I stood up to pull off my shirt. On the bed, Lauren wriggled and tugged to remove her top as well. She had just pulled the pale teal cloth over her head when I kicked off my shoes and pulled down my shorts. Lauren gasped and her eyes widened as my cock popped free to twitch before her eyes. She stared for a moment, and then looked up at me. "Oh my, you are so well endowed. It's a shame I'm not carrying boys."

"What?" I asked as I leaned back over the bed.

She beckoned me into a kiss, and then whispered into his ear, "Let's just say that's one more reason I picked the wrong man."

Petty as it might be, I couldn't help smirking at the revelation that I had my arrogant best friend 'outgunned'.

"Help me out of these." She pushed down on the waist of her shorts.

Curling my fingers beneath the band, I tugged the boxers down when she lifted her bottom. As soon as they cleared her feet, she parted her legs slightly, and I accepted the invitation. Her head lifted up off the pillow and she yelped as my fingers brushed over her mound. I could feel hints of dampness, and see the dark shadow of hair beneath. She lifted her bottom off the bed again, and I followed the silent instruction, pulling down her panties.

There was an apology in her voice when she said, "I can't really see or reach to shave."

It didn't bother me in the slightest. Her folds peeked out from amongst the nest of red curls, making my mouth water for a taste of her. There was a much easier way than using words to tell her that a little hair wasn't a problem.

"Oh yes," Lauren said as I climbed onto the bed, nudging one of her knees to the side. She parted her legs wide, and I dived straight in.

The scent of her arousal was thick and exciting as my tongue smoothed back her ginger curls. I got just a little taste of her wetness in the first lap, but the next wriggled between her folds, coating my tongue in her nectar. My head rested against her tummy, making the angle a little awkward, but the reward was more than worth it. She tasted like no woman I had ever gone down on before. Drunk on her sweet juices, I sought every drop I could find, but made sure to give her clit plenty of attention as well.

"Oh, don't stop. So good. Faster. Yes, fuck yes!"

Her breathing quickened. Each inhale was a noisy gasp, and every exhale a moan or a squeal. She wriggled and twitched, one hand coming to rest on the back of my head. Unable to resist, I reached up to stroke one hand over the side of her tummy as I lapped her.

"Can't believe… So close. So good. Oh. Oh. Ohmigod!"

She stiffened, her fingers knotting painfully into my hair and thighs squeezing against the side of my head. She let out a loud squeal and began to quake as orgasm coursed through her body.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ahhhhhh yesssssssss!"

I continued to lap for a few seconds, drinking up the increased flow of her juices and reveling in how hard she seemed to be coming. The fingers twined into my hair tugged upward, and I had little choice but to leave her sweet folds. She was still trembling, her pussy lips twitching as she yelped her way through the ongoing orgasm.

Her voice a warbling whimper as she went limp, Lauren cried out, "Oh my god."

After licking my lips, I couldn't believe the words passing my own lips as he asked, "Oh, did I make you cum?"

She laughed, squeezing her legs together for a second. "What do you think? I have never got off that fast." A sudden lurch shook her, and she snapped a hand to her tummy.

"I don't think someone's terribly amused about all the fluttering going on in there. Here. Feel."

He let her guide my hand, and almost as soon as he touched her stomach, he felt one of my daughter's kick. It surprised me so much that I jerked my hand away on instinct.

"She's the feisty one, like her mother," Lauren said, rolling her eyes. "It was so worth it, though. Kiss me?"

I lay down beside her, and melted into an aggressive, hungry kiss. Her hand found my manhood at the same time, wrapping around it. When their lips at last parted, she grinned, then bit her lower lip, and stroked me a little faster.

"I want you," I said, unable to hold back any longer. "I will always want you."

"I want you too. But how?" She patted her tummy.

My internet research was about to pay off. Scooting closer, I gave her another quick peck on the lips. "Are you okay on your side?"

She nodded, and then followed the guidance of my hand to roll over, facing away from me. I lifted one of her legs, stroking her shoulder with the other hand, and spooned in against her body. She gasped as my cock nestled up against her butt. A little more wriggling positioned the head of my cock against her wet heat. A long gasp escaped him as I sank inside her. She was unbelievably hot and wet inside. The angle didn't allow for much penetration, but that was part of the point of the position, and I hardly cared.

"You're so hard. So big."

"You feel so good, Lauren."

"Give it to me. Fuck me then I want you to cum inside me. They do say sex can induce a birth."

I worked my hips with a slow, rocking motion, stroking my cock inside her. She moaned with every shallow thrust, often punctuating it with whispers of, "Yes."

Though the position was a little hard on the back, it let me feel her hot skin against me and explore her body with my hands. A little effort even let me kiss the back of her neck, eliciting sharp whimpers each time. Her tummy fascinated me, and my hands stroked over it often as I worked my hips, pushing into her saturated sheath. Those caresses always drew sweet, satisfied moans, encouraging me to trace every contour of the taut skin I could reach.

"Oh, so good. Faster."

I was barely containing the urge to do so anyway, and obliged her — within reason. My hands still roamed her body, cupping her breasts and rubbing her clit, but primarily indulging my desire to feel her pregnant bump. The lack of leverage meant that I only had my hips to work with, providing a perfect medium between what they both wanted and what was good for the babies. The first little itch of my own climax tingled in the head of my cock, and I knew that things were going to progress rapidly from there.

Fortunately, she appeared to be well ahead of me.

"Right there. Yes, baby. Oh, I'm gonna cum," she cried out, her voice rising rapidly in both volume and pitch.

"Cum for me, Lauren," I grunted, barely holding back an eruption of my own as I pumped my hips as fast as he could manage.

"Oh, god! Yes! I'm… Ahh!"

Her satiny walls squeezed tight around me, and she screamed as her climax once again claimed her. My right hand rested on her tummy, and I could feel it contracting — fluttering. I managed a few more halting thrusts, and then we were both climaxing. She held her breath for ages as it built and then screamed as her orgasm peaked and took her and shook her like a rag doll. My balls responded by spurting load after load deep into her eager cunt. I felt her sucking the very essence of my sperm-laden semen deep into her dilated vagina.

I pressed hard against her body, shooting hot jets of cum deep inside her and as I was cumming that I remembered my daughter's growing in there. I wanted to impregnate her again and fill her sexy belly with my babies! I whispered all this in her ear and that set her off on another orgasm with my cock trapped inside her while she moaned and bucked and fucked us both to exhaustion Afterwards we lay naked with each other quiet and a bit stunned at what had happened. For long minutes, I stayed nestled in her depths, stroking her tummy and kissing her neck. Finally, both of us had to move.

"Thank you. I needed that so much," she said after we had finally recovered their breath.

"So did I."

"You've always had a crush on me, haven't you?"

My face warmed, but he answered, "Yeah."

"It always made me feel good." She let out a groan of effort, lifting up onto one elbow to kiss him. "I started having…" After a brief pause and a nervous laugh, she continued, "dreams about you."

"Really?"

"Mmm hmm. You made them come true, too. The way you look at me. The way you hold me. The way you touch me. The way you made me cum."

I shivered from her words, feeling a fresh surge of blood trying to fill my softening organ.

"That's really why I had to leave today when Rachel and I were… It was all I could think about whenever I looked at you today. Then when you offered to bring me home…"

"I think about you all the time."

She snuggled in close and stroked her hand over my chest. "Mmm, that made me all tingly. Rachel knows, you know?"

"Huh?"

"She's not blind. She said something while you were out starting the car. She's not the only one, either. I guess neither of us was hiding it very well. She said we would all be good for each other."

That was both embarrassing and shocking. "You mean — like..?"

She nodded. "I'd like to."

"Me too."

Lauren's smile widened and a single tear ran down her cheek. I wiped it away with the tip of my finger, and the two of us lay lost in each other's eyes for quite some time.

"We should probably get up, though. There are some things I don't think Rachel would want to know about, and she'll be coming over later."

"Guess you're right. I don't want to, though."

"Me either."

This time, it was I who sat up and sought her lips for a lingering, passionate kiss.

She moaned. "Mmm… Those kisses aren't helping me get… Oh!"

I sat up straight, alarmed at the sharpness in her voice. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, but… my water just broke."

Brain going into overdrive, I stammered, "W-what do I do? I…"

She pressed a finger to my lips and laughed. "Get dressed, get me a wash rag and a towel, help me get dressed, then call Rachel. The babies aren't coming this minute."

"Okay," I responded, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, my mind still awhirl.

"Wait!"

"Yeah?"

"I want you with me. Are you okay with that?"

"Yes, of course." The thought of watching her have my baby was actually exciting. "Anything for you."

"Thank you. Go on, and don't forget to wash up before you get dressed." She glanced down at my pussy-slick cock and grinned. "I'm a lucky woman… and I'm proud to be able to make you a Daddy," she sighed happily. I felt my heart swell with love for the adorable redhead.

Epilogue

Lauren gave birth to twin girls and she was right, they looked just like their mum except they had my eyes. Rachel and I never had any issues with each other, or with the fact that we would share our time with Lauren and the girls. We worked together as a little family and it was handy that we lived so close together.

Rachel moved in with me permanently a couple of months after Lauren had my babies. Until then she split her time between the old apartment, she let that lease run down, Lauren's house to "help out", and then with me. We seemed to be closer after she moved in with me and Rachel didn't mind that I too would spend a proportion of my time with Lauren. My friends would even ask if anything was going on between us or if I had ever thought about it. I admitted that I had thought about it, that was no secret, but everyone just assumed Joseph had put his babies inside her then done a runner… which wasn't beyond what people thought of him anyway. It was a good job he didn't come back to town as his reputation had been well and truly tarnished.

Sometimes I still had flashbacks to that fateful day when I found out he had been cheating with Rachel but slowly she became the some focus of my dreams. The dreams felt so real I could have sworn they were; I'd be asleep on the couch and it would be pitch black in the living room. I'd feel the soft and wet suction of someone's mouth sliding up and down my hard shaft. I'd wake up and see the silhouette of her voluptuous body; my eyes would slowly adjust to the darkness and I'd finally be able to make out the face. It was Rachel and she was gagging and choking herself on my cock.

Rachel had certainly changed in the bedroom. Occasionally when she was at work she might ask me to grab something from her room or check on something in her cupboard and I'd do as asked. I could never not notice the plethora of sex toys she had lying around; I always made sure to mention it to her as well. Although I had constant access to her stuff, her lingerie, her vibrators, and butt plugs; I opted not to bother any of them despite my curiosities. Fast forward to present day; Rachel's lease was up at our old apartment and I was financially stable so we agreed she should move in with me. I made room for her things and today was the day we would officially move in together. It felt like we had returned to where we were when this whole story began.

Of course I agreed to help her move after all she had just done for me the past year. I had put her through hell and my daughter's absolutely adored her. I needed her close. I needed her with me. So I met her bright and early and we began moving her stuff; Rachel had A LOT of things. We must have filled the hire van up five or six times; it took literally all day. The final thing we brought in was the sofa that had some special memories; I grabbed one side and on the other side stood Rachel, dressed in her usual tight tank top and skin tight booty shorts. My eyes were completely glued to her pert breasts as I watched her walk backwards; with every step back they bounced up and down and her tank top even ended up getting caught on the arm rest of the couch as we made our way up the stairs. Each stair we climbed the sofa pulled her tank top down just a little bit further until her tits were all but completely hanging out of her shirt. I felt my cock twitch inside my shorts. We sat the couch down in the middle of the living room and caught our breath.

"Thanks again for helping me." Her arms opened wide as she brought herself in to hug me and I reciprocated; as I said she's a few inches shorter than me so she stepped onto her tip toes and pushed the cleavage of her breasts into the bottom of my chin and pulled down on the back of my head. Almost as if she was trying to pull me face first into her tits. I stood strong and straight, slightly pulling back to make sure I didn't fall into her.

"Hey, half of this stuff feels like my responsibility anyway," I reassured her, "I'm glad we are bringing it all back together in OUR new house." I emphasised the word so she understood my commitment to her. I watched a smile play across her face as we held each other. She stared at me for a brief second during the hug and I could feel her heart beating through her chest; her nipples were rock hard and I could see her nipples through her tank top as she wasn't wearing a bra. She pulled back a bit to make eye contact with me and started to lean in to kiss me. Our lips joined, they were gentle kisses, but very sexual, sensual and intentional kisses -- she immediately responded and I could tell that this was going to be special.

We stayed on that couch for several minutes just kissing. I was intentionally avoiding touching her on any of her sensitive areas and instead rubbed outside of her clothing and around her breasts and pussy - just caressing her neck, legs, thighs, belly and arms. I could feel her growing more and more excited as the moments went by. Both still fully dressed and began kissing more, all the while getting more and more heated. I was still avoiding her breasts and pussy on purpose which was getting increasingly difficult, as I was hard as a rock and wanted to bury my dick deep inside her.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted out of her clothing, so she removed her top, which always gets me excited. Just seeing her beautiful breasts in her bra gets me hard. And as she undid the snaps releasing her tits I thought I would explode right there in my pants. As I knelt down and began kissing her some more, intentionally kissing around her hardening silver dollar sized nipples and only massaging the sides of her breasts, I could tell she was getting hotter by the second. She was moving sexually and seemingly attempting to get me to touch her more sensitive areas, but I did not. I wanted the passion and excitement to build. I wanted her pussy wet and I wanted her to know it. After some extended time kissing and massaging her breasts and inner thighs she asked if she should take off her pants -- I agreed, but only the pants, not her panties. Earlier that day I had been thinking about rubbing her pussy through her panties -- sometimes dreams do come true -- and on this night they did.

Once her pants were off, I continued kissing her all over, again avoiding her more sensitive areas, and began to rub her sweet pussy through her grey thong. Her box was so hot, I could feel the heat well outside her panties and I could smell her - that familiar and beautiful scent that I love so much. I kissed around her pussy. I kissed her pussy through her panties, while I squeezed her breasts and gently tweaked her nipples. She was breathing rather heavily by this point and her body was feeling and looking more beautiful than ever.

After this prolonged and highly sensual period of playing with each other my dick was so hard it was hurting. Finally she suggested that I take off my pants, so I stood up right in front of where her head was on the couch and took off my shorts, boxers and all. My stiff cock sprung into view and I saw her smile. Now that I was accessible, she motioned for me to come closer, which I did. She grabbed the base of my cock with one hand and guided me down with the other. Bringing the head of my penis into her mouth she sucked softly and slowly. The sensation was incredible. Little by little she took more and more of me into her mouth until she had all of me. This was wonderful. She then began guiding me slowly in and out of her mouth with perfect tension and moisture. As she took my full lengh in and out of her mouth I felt her soft hands caressing my back, ass and thighs.

At one point I looked down as I had exited her mouth temporarily, only to see her open wide and take me all the way back in. This was such a turn on to me. To see her eagerly opening wide to please me. Sucking my big hard cock like never before. I always love to please her and was very eager to eat her pussy. As I pulled out of her mouth, I was standing over her, still very hard and horny -- just taking in her beauty and thinking how lucky I am to be there nude, in love and experiencing her beautiful ripe body.

I knelt down and started kissing her breasts again, now paying full attention to her nipples; squeezing one, while sucking the other. I worked my way down to her love box and kissed slowly all the way around her belly and thighs as I rubbed her swollen clit with my thumb. I couldn't take it any more. I had to taste her sweet juices. I moved in slowly, as not to be too aggressive. First one lick and then one more slow and meaningful lick. I began to slowly lap at her beautiful pussy, continuing to rub her clit with her own juices. She was so hot and wet, I thought I would cum by just going down on her.

As I ate my lover I was massaging her breasts as she heaved in ecstasy. She was grinding her pussy up and into my face, reaching out for my tongue as I sucked on her swollen clit. I went slowly at first but her enthusiasm naturally increased my licking, sucking and squeezing. As the pace became more feverish, I was circling her incredibly hard nipples with my fingers in the same motion I was circling her clit with my tongue. It was at this point that she started moaning and writhing the way she does when she's about to come. Then she let out her telltale "I'm gonna cum, I'm cumming, I'm cumming" and then she came -- orgasming so hard in my mouth s her body was quivering and she became paralyzed in sexual content.

I let her recover for a minute or two, gently touching her here and there. Then I moved up and kissed her deeply -- her sweet juices still on my lips and mouth. We kissed passionately for a few minutes while she stroked my cock until she began to massage her clit and slit with the head of my dick. At that point I could take no more. I slowly entered her tight, soaking wet pussy and she moaned pleasurably and I began making love to her; slowly at first with every long stroke bringing me closer to orgasm. I knew it would not be long but I held back, watching her breasts bounce as I slid in and out of her beautiful pussy. Burying my cock deep in her love hole, stroke after stroke. Squeezing her tits. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper I fucked my gorgeous girlfriend. I felt my load about to go while I watched her breasts motioning over and over with each deep stroke - and that was it -- I filled her pussy with my love juice and collapsed in her arms, kissed her sweet mouth and enjoyed the moment still buried deep inside her.

"For old times sake." She whispered.

"I'll miss this old place." I replied. I withdrew and we tidied ourselves up before carrying out the sofa and closing the door on the old apartment.

Moving in together felt different this time around. It wasn't a move of convenience, it felt like our lives were combining, like we were symbiotic to each other. In many ways that was true. There was an excitement and spontaneity that didn't exist beforehand. We felt like a romantic couple and with Lauren literally at the bottom of the garden everything seemed perfect. I could be a daddy to my girls and care for the two beautiful women in my life.

Our love life escalated from that point also. I had a new appreciation for her kinks and she would flirt with me in public and send me messages at work when we weren't together. I reciprocated by teasing her mercilessly. A message from Rachel popped up one afternoon at my desk and my mind began to wander; her message read:

"Just for you, Daddy."

Just above it was the bottom of a picture; I quickly scrolled up and what would you know, it was a nude of Rachel. She was sitting on the edge of her bed wearing a white lace thong with a matching white garter belt and stockings to accompany it; her legs were crossed and she wasn't wearing a bra. Her enhanced breasts were out in the open for my viewing pleasure. She had a finger slipped between her plump lips and she had on bright red lipstick.

The blood began rushing to my cock and before I knew it I was rock hard; I was completely hooked and I needed more. I continued to scroll through their conversation and I found many exceptional pictures of Rachel; I saw just about everything you could see. Unfortunately the one thing I didn't see was that delicious ass of hers; her ass was easily the greatest thing about her and all I wanted was to chow down on it. I excused myself and went to the bathroom to stroke my cock to each picture she sent, taking my time to really examine and admire her body; I proudly shot my load against the mirror. She was my girlfriend. My lover. Those images were properly stored in my memory bank after that day.

It was Rachel's turn to help out next door with the babies so I turned in and had an early night with those images burning into my dreams. It was in the early hours when I heard a noise - That must be Rachel, I thought to myself as I closed my eyes once more. I heard her footsteps as she got settled in as she made her way to the bathroom; the shower turned on and I heard the shower curtain slide over and that's the last thing I remember before falling asleep. The next thing I remembered was the bed depressing by my side and the a whispering voice,

"Hey, are you awake?"

Her dark hair was still damp from the shower and she wasn't wearing much of anything; from what I could make out she was only wearing a thong. She didn't have a top on or a bra and her back was facing me; just as quickly as I'd flipped the switch on the lamp she switched it back off.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." She said.

"Don't worry about it. Is Lauren Ok? Did the girls stay asleep this time?"

"Yes, we just ended up chatting… I want to ask you something but first… I really, I need this… I need you."

Rachel was not on her knees sitting over top of me and her face was coming closer and closer to my face; I had no words for her. Instinct took over; my hand reached out and caressed her face before making it's way to the back of her head. I grabbed a handful of her damp hair and balled it in my fist to keep it from dangling in my face; I slightly tugged it pulling her head back for a little tease and then brought her in for a kiss. My cock was already rock solid before our lips had connected; her tits were resting on my chest and her hardening nipples pressing into mine. Our lips locked and I felt the thickness of hers pressed against mine as my tongue passed through them and through her teeth until our tongues finally met. I quickly twisted my hips and rolled her over onto her back so that I was now on top of her as we continued to passionately embrace the other. My hands made their way from her thick hips up her body until they were acquainted with her perfect breasts; I squeezed her nipples gently until they were hard enough to cut glass.

My hand continued up until it reached her neck; with one hand still firmly grasping one of her tits I wrapped my hand around her throat with a firm grip and turned my attention to her nipple as I began sucking it. I kept a strong grip on her throat as I made my way back up her body; kissing her tits, her collar bone, and finally up her neck until our lips met once more. Her tongue strongly wrestled against mine inside of her mouth until she took control and started sucking on my tongue; once she released it she pushed her tongue as far as she could into my mouth and essentially started licking the inside of my mouth.

With my hand still wrapped around her throat I pulled her up from where she laid and grabbed her by the hair with my other hand once again. I pivoted on the bed again so that I was now laying and she was on her knees; I released the grip I had on her throat and held her by the hair. It seemed the rougher I was with her the more turned on she got so I didn't slow down for one second. I placed my free hand on her chin and pulled her jaw down to open her mouth; I spit into her mouth and then shoved her head down until her mouth was wrapped around my cock. I could feel the spit slipping down the shaft of my cock as Rachel opened her throat as wide as she could for me; I could feel every inch of my cock sliding down her wet throat. She began to cough and gag but never pulled back or attempted to take my cock out of her throat; in fact she pushed forward without stopping at all. Before I knew it my cock was lodged all the way in her throat and I could feel her tongue massaging the base of my cock in an attempt to lick my balls.

She began flexing her throat and swallowing while my cock was inside of her essentially massaging it with her throat; my legs tensed up and I was transported into a state of pure ecstasy. For a brief moment I lost control of my entire body as she continued to jam my cock up and down in her throat, swallowing and gagging the whole time; once I regained control I grabbed her hair and chin once more and guided her face up and down like a hinge along my cock. I could feel tears begin to stream down her face as her black mascara started to run; I didn't let up. I continued to slowly guide her throat as slow as I wanted to and she never objected once.

"You're a Daddy now… you're all grown up… and I think you and I should get married. We're perfect for one another, don't you think?"

She looked at me, a smile playing around her face, her tongue showing pink between her lips in a sign she was being humorous. We'd been living together for a few weeks and I must admit I hadn't thought about marriage since the affair.

But she was right. Rachel was everything a man could want. And our relationship was really positive, fun, loving and tender. We were great together. From that point on, she would laughingly call me "the old man", "hubby" or her "other half". And I loved it.

I looked at her closely. Her dark hair was long and straight, down to past her shoulders. She was wearing a black vest top and certainly no bra. She was terribly beautiful, skinny, with tiny breasts, like her mother and I have to say, just the way I liked women. She had tight black leggings and black Converse trainers. Her wrists were covered in purple bangles. She was stylish, beautiful and utterly desirable. The colour of her eyes was mesmerising, ocean blue, I spent what seemed like hours lost in them.

"It's so good to be here, with you, Daddy," she said, then, kneeling up, she put her lips against mine. Suddenly her tongue snaked out into my mouth. My tongue instinctively joined with hers, we kissed for a few moments, and then she pulled back.

"We are meant to be together, Daddy!" She laughed and then returned to her theme again. "Daddy. I really do think you and I should get married. We're perfect for one another, don't you think? We have so much fun together. You have supported me and loved me. I just worry… that now you have your baby girls… you're tied to Lauren… and I want you tied to me."

"Rachel, this is such a weird conversation to have." I laughed again. "But if I could marry anyone in the whole world, it would be you! I love to spend time with you, and you know how I feel about you. I take it that Lauren has put this thought into your mind?"

"We talked about it, yes. She suggested it… among other things," we lay down together, in a daze. She was in my arms and I could feel every delicious curve. It was so wrong, feeling this way, but also wonderfully right. As we lay together, I couldn't help but let my hands wander over her beautiful body. Her soft skin, her glossy hair, her strong arms and firm back. I was desperate to explore more but some last vestige of decency stopped me from going further.

"I love you, Daddy," she said quietly and moved her face to mine, kissing me tenderly on my lips.

I pulled her in to me and we held each other tightly. My erection lay between us like a dirty secret. Almost imperceptibly she moved herself against it, slowly at first, then more firmly, grinding hard, and then fast, whilst we both trembled with the wrongness of it. Suddenly she became rigid and kissed me hard.

"Oh Daddy," she breathed as her trembling continued. "Oh daddy. Oh yesssss."

Then it was over. We lay together, whilst her breathing slowed.

"Can we talk about it in the morning?" she whispered sleepily.

"Of course," I responded, giving it some thought, "we need to discuss…" but then I became acutely aware that Rachel was already fast asleep in my arms. "We can discuss it in the morning." I said and I kissed her forehead.

I dreamed of primal, anamalistic sex with Rachel that night. I was more than a bit startled when I heard, "Morning hubby!" as my sordid dreams shattered i to one million pieces. The sun had risen and Rachel woke me up with a kiss.

"Huh? Oh, good morning… ah, thanks!" She had brought me coffee.

She kissed me on the cheek like a dutiful wife might and laughed. But there was an underlying tone that hinted that things had moved on a little further. Some greater closeness. Something understood. There was a palpable sense of excitement. I couldn't get the previous night out of my head, of course. Her "You and I should get married," went around and around my mind. I wanted to, more than anything I'd ever imagined. I loved Rachel more than I could say, and now wanted her in my arms, like a drug.

"Shall we do it again, Daddy?"

I nodded.

"I'd like nothing better!"

"I'll be back in a moment, hubby to be."

There was a wait while I lay letting the caffeine effects wash over me. I was in a delicious state. I loved Rachel, I wanted her with every fiber of my being. I heard her rustling around in bags for a few minutes and sat up on the bed, grabbing my shirt and began to get dressed. A few minutes later I could hear her steps getting closer and pausing, nervously outside the door. And then it opened, and Rachel walked in. She took my breath away. I've never seen a more beautiful sight. She was dressed in white lingerie, a quarter cup bra with white stockings and suspenders, a thin white veil over her head, the light shining from behind her.

"So Daddy… Will you really marry me?"

She stood in front of me and looked into my eyes.

"Will you Daddy? Do you take me, Rachel, to be your wife?"

She began to unbutton my shirt, quickly slipping it off. I was topless before the most beautiful woman I'd ever known.

"To have and to hold, from this day forward"

Her hand went to the waistband of my jeans, unclipped the fastener, and slid down the zipper.

"Forsaking all others".

She threw back the veil, and leaned in to kiss me lewdly, her tongue in my mouth, whilst she pulled out my penis and held it firmly in her hand. I was in heaven.

"For richer, for poorer".

She stripped me naked and pushed me on the floor. Climbing on top of me and I felt the warmth and wetness of her vagina as she held my penis at the entrance. She began to move backwards and forwards, rubbing it against her opening.

"In sickness and in health, as long as you live?"

She stopped and put the tip a little way inside her.

"Do you Daddy?"

I looked longingly into her blue eyes.

"Oh yes, I do, I do!" I called out.

"Say the words Daddy," she said as she almost imperceptibly lowered herself, taking a little of me inside her. I was delirious for her.

"I take you Rachel, to be my wife, in sickness and in health…"

She lowered herself further.

"For poorer. Oh God Rachel, please. For richer! Marry me!" I shouted as she lowered herself completely and I was inside the most beautiful, crazy, sensual woman I had ever known.

And then we were fucking, really fucking like I'd never experienced in my life. Violent, and passionate. She bit me, she scratched at my chest and nipples, raking her nails deep in my skin, marking me as hers. The marijuana, the sheer wickedness of our coupling, her wild abandonment, added up to an experience of my lifetime. I was hard, in a way that I had never been. And on the edge of climax. I wanted this to last forever. Momentarily she stopped and pulled off her bra but kept on the veil. She was naked underneath, her tiny breasts were the most delicious things I'd seen. She was wearing a garter which I noticed in the moment of calm in our frenzied loving.

Now she was on top of me again, her loins battering mine whilst she did the most amazing things with her hips. She reached down and kissed me hard whilst her hands fumbled beneath us. Then I felt her finger penetrate my anus. Wet and slick, her finger met no resistance as she slid deep inside me. No-one had ever done that for me. I was in ecstasy.

"You're mine now," She yelled. "My Daddy, my husband. My husband." And then she came with a howl, and I joined her, our wild coupling reached a climax like I'd never experienced. Afterwards we lay, satiated, spent, wet, in the grip of the most powerful sensations.

"Oh Daddy," Rachel laughed, as she kissed me lovingly. "I can't wait for our real wedding night!"

I couldn't wait any longer; I had to have her. I shoved her backwards onto the bed, ripped the thong she was wearing in half right off of her body, and quickly mounted her with her legs thrown over my shoulders in a missionary position; I slipped my cock up and down the slit of her pussy which was literally dripping down her thighs at this point. I rubbed the head of my cock back and forth against her clit rapidly before sliding back down the slit once more before pushing forward and penetrating her wet hole.

I made sure to calmly restrain myself as I waited for her cunt to stretch to the girth of my cock and once it did… Her vagina basically swallowed my penis. I fell forward as my cock thrusted all the way inside of her; her arms wrapped around me and I could feel the claws of her nails pushed deeply into my back. We both laid there in pause; her body began trembling as my cock pressed against her cervix. I pushed myself back up to where I was in control and grabbed two handfuls of both of her tits to steady myself; I held her tits tightly as I proceed to start pounding away at her pussy. I pushed her legs back far over her head and held them there as I continued to pound her as hard as I could; I had a good view of her cunt and her clit piecing and I could feel her ass bounce every time I pushed into her.

"Cho- Choke me, Daddy." She screamed, short of breath from the onslaught of my thrusting.

Without hesitation I quickly wrapped a hand around her throat and began to squeeze the life out of her. I pounded away and the pressure of my grip around her throat continued to get harder and harder and before I knew it she started to cum; I could feel her pussy tight and seize around my cock. I could see she was beginning to fade as her eyes started to roll in the back of her head; she was on the verge of passing out from me choking her just as she started to climax. I released the grip I had on her throat as I thrusted deeply inside of her; she seemed panicked as she gasped for air and I could feel pressure building on the tip of my cock.

With every last breath she had gained she shrieked as she started to cum; her pussy ejected my cock as a stream of gushing liquid shot from her pussy as she squirted all over me. I shoved my cock back into her as deep as I could while she was still cumming and continued to fuck her; she was so tense she couldn't breathe. Once she finally started to exhale she grabbed my face and pulled it into hers and started to kiss me as her orgasm began to die down. When she was finished I flipped her over onto all fours; this was it. Everything I'd been waiting for. I took my place on my knees behind her and slowly guided her hips backwards; I was in awe of just how round her ass was now that it was in my face. I placed both hands on her ass and spread it; I played around with it bouncing and shaking it with my hands, nibbling on her ass cheeks. I couldn't wait any longer and with no warning at all I shoved my tongue directly into her asshole.

I feasted on her ass for what felt like a lifetime and I'm not kidding when I say she had the sweetest ass I'd ever tasted; her ass literally tasted like french vanilla ice cream and I didn't want to stop eating it. After I was done having my fun it was time for the main event; I pressed my cock at the top of her vagina and massaged her clit before slowly gliding it along her slit and pressing forward. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back on it hard; pulling her back hard enough to make her impale herself on my cock. Her head snapped back and she was looking up at the ceiling as my cock filled her stretched out cunt; I started slow so that I could feel every inch of my cock being swallowed by her pussy, I closed my eyes and continued to slowly grind back and forth into her and imagined I was fucking her ass; it was right there and I couldn't have it… Yet.

My slow strokes soon turned into more hard pounding and I fucked her even harder from behind than I did when I was on top; she'd yell out "spank me" every now and again and I'd swing as hard as I could and it would echo throughout the house like thunder. I could feel my stamina start to weaken so I slowed my strokes WAY down to prepare to cum; I decided to twirl my thumb around her asshole and "test the waters." Of course she didn't interject; that was my sign to go.

I put my thumb back into my mouth and slicked it up with spit before pushing it into her asshole; her ass was very receptive and swallowed my thumb as her cunt had my cock. I'd pull back with my cock and thrust forward with my thumb and vice versa; when I shoved my cock into her I was pulling my thumb out of her ass. I continued to penetrate both of her holes until I couldn't take it any longer. I pushed deep and pulled back far enough so that my cock was still inside of her and I shoved my thumb as deep as I could; I could feel my thumb massaging my cock through the wall of her ass and the feeling was too much for me to handle.

"I'm gonna…" I began.

"Do it. Cum inside me." She shouted.

"I'm…" I continued to stammer as I slowly thrust in and out of her.

"My pussy is your pussy, Daddy…" She moaned.

This sent me over the edge and I pushed as far as I could inside of her burying my cock in her pussy; I froze as I reached the peak of my orgasm and we could both feel my cock as it twitched and pumped rope after rope of cum inside of her. I continued to massage my cock with my thumb as I froze to shoot my cum deep and once I'd reached my climax I continued to slowly thrust in and out until it was over. I collapsed forward over top of her and rested my head on her back until we both fell to our sides on the bed and her cunt finally released my cock. We both laid there in silence and began drift in and out of consciousness as well fell asleep until finally, she kissed me on the cheek and thanked me.

After a couple of months our little family began to settle into routines. The world still turned and, for the most part, most people ignored the fact that we spent so much time together. In fact we are only really noticed when people see the three of us walking together, arm in arm, on the street. They come to a stop, take a look and do a double take. And why not? My girls are beautiful, exquisite in fact. I am the luckiest man on earth to be loved by, and to love, two such beautiful women.

Everyone gravitated to us when the twins joined us in their pram more often than not. Rachel and I had been living next door to, and with, the twins for the last three months. I woke up every day and thanked my lucky stars for bringing me these two little redheaded clones into the world and for making my life happier than I ever thought it could be. There were many times in my life when I didn't think happiness and love were in the cards for me. I had long resigned myself to being single and alone the rest of my life after the affair, with most of my best sexual escapades long behind me, and aside from the occasional sexual dalliance, my love life was going to be non existant.

Lauren and Rachel were so hot, drop-dead hot and I couldn’t believe that I was engaged to one of them and had children with the other. Motherhood suited Lauren, she was a tall, leggy ginger with the most beautiful figure, ripe tits and green eyes. Lauren had paler skin than my fiance, who had long brown hair and had taken to wearing glasses over her gorgeous blue eyes. I spent a good portion of the day with the girls, the twins in particular. Don't get me wrong, I took the job of being a father very seriously, but I was gonna have some fun with it too. When was I going to get an opportunity like this again? Lauren was still on maternity leave and after a long, 10-hour day, I figured I'd go home and relieve the tensions. I sure had lots of lewd thoughts of my lovers to fuel my imagination. That's when I felt someone tap my shoulder.

"Umm … hello?"

I turned and looked into the big doe eyes of Rachel. "Hi, Rachel. What’s up?"

"I’ve been sent to come and get you. We were going to go out for dinner and a drink and wondered if you wanted to join us. My mum is babysitting tonight and you've been so nice to us all week and we thought it might be a nice way to say thank you. We know work has been hard and you’ve had to handle that and two hormonal women."

I let the girls take me to their favorite pub. There, they told me about their day between bites and drinks. I asked them how they spent their time between tending and caring for the twins.

"Fucking."

"Each other."

They were so matter-of-fact about that statement, I just about choked on my drink. "You want to say that again?"

It was Rachel who spoke this time. "We were alone between feeds and having sex with a woman – especially a beautiful woman – is wonderful!"

Need I say my penis was twitching in my pants? I didn't think so.

Lauren continued the story. "The twins had just been fed and they were both sleeping and we just looked at each other, shrugged … what the hell, we figured … and went for it!"

Rachel finished the story. "We just kinda anticipate each other's needs and it was good to just grind down. We've been eating each other's pussies ever since we put the girls heads down." she said, giggling.

I wanted to know why they were telling me this, knowing that I had missed out on the whole thing. The answer was the best thing I'd ever heard.

"Because we want to share you. You're the first man we both liked equally, so we talked and figured why not ask? Are you feeling horny?"

Horny? Hell, these two would interest a statue. We got back to Lauren's house, which was large and spacious.

"Hey, I've got an idea!" Lauren said to me. "Why don't you take some naughty photos of us? We don't have any of those and you could keep a set for yourself!"

Rachel and I both concurred that this was a terrific idea, so I got out my cameras, tried to light the room as best I could and the girls went off to change. I was in no hurry to go anywhere, so I even got some of the furniture re-arranged and lit properly. Like I said, I did the best I could with the material I had to work with. Rachel and Lauren came out of the bedroom and I nearly had an orgasm on the spot. Lauren was wearing a sexy PVC bustier, a black thong, decadent PVC "fuck me" boots and carried a small leather crop. Rachel was wearing the smallest yellow bikini, it barely covered her lush, curvy body. At that moment, I think you could have offered me a million bucks and I wouldn't have let you take my place.

They smiled at the set-up and got ready to pose. They wanted a pseudo-Dominatrix set of photos and Lauren moved around her best friend, pulling down Rachel's bikini, squeezing her tits, and rubbing her pussy. She positioned Rachel over the arm of their couch and really worked her over with the crop, swatting her ass until it glowed bright red. Then she inserted the tip of the crop in Rachel's pussy and fucked her with it for a few minutes. After Rachel shuddered for a few minutes, Lauren moved in front of her sister, spread her own pussy lips wide apart and commanded "Eat my pussy, you lezzie slut!" I had never been this turned on in all my life, but I kept on snapping pictures.

Rachel did as she was told, burying her face in Lauren's sex and devouring her for all she was worth. Her tongue went to work on the wet pussy, moving from side to side and stabbing at it from time to time. Lauren's moans filled the room as I kept my concentration and continued snapping away at the two women, the sexiest sight I'd ever seen.

Lauren came a few minutes later and Rachel moved away from her sister, her face glistening with pussy juice and exclaimed "My turn!" They got up from the couch and scampered off to the bedroom again, leaving me to cool down. I was hard as a rock and hornier than hell, but it was early in the evening yet. I heard giggles coming from the bedroom and I knew I wasn't going anywhere. No sane man would have.

They emerged a few minutes later in matching peignoirs, one white and one black. They were breathtaking, so beautiful I could barely stand it. They moved towards each other on the couch and began kissing softly, sensuously. They took their time, sliding tongues across glistening red lips, gently fondling each other's tits, murmuring words I could barely make out. The girls ran their fingers through each other's thick, long, dark hair and just took their time. I continued to snap away, just enjoying the visual feast that was being presented to me. This time, they were so tender, so loving and gentle, it nearly took my breath away.

Lauren's manicured red nails ran across my girlfriend's long, graceful neck and she kissed her there after each gentle caress. Rachel purred in delight as her best friend slid one of the straps of the peignoir down, baring one breast and cupping it gently in her hand. Lauren caressed it lovingly and began sucking the round nipple, bringing it to a hard point, then bit it, which caused Rachel to groan loudly. The other breast was bared next and Lauren repeated the action. The girls looked lovingly at each other and nodded in tacit agreement. Rachel moved a little bit which gave Lauren a chance to remove the white peignoir she wore and get her naked, aside from her skimpy G-string. Lauren tossed it to me with a slight giggle and I caught it, inhaling the sexual musk of her twin's body. I had never wanted sex more, yet I knew if I waited, the rewards would be immeasurable!

Lauren, still in her black peignoir, moved atop her sister and used her lips and nails to bring goosebumps to Rachel's aroused flesh. She took her time, running fingertips and tongue from her neck, breasts, flat stomach and down her thighs, ignoring Rachel's wet pussy. She kissed, gently, like a wisp of air, all over Rachel's body, teasing her and keeping her on the brink. From the way Lauren was squirming and how her face was scrunched up, I'd say she was doing a darned good job of it.

Finally, Lauren plunged two fingers into Rachel's hungry vagina and began to fuck her savagely, her sister's screams ringing out. "Oh fuck yes, you teasing slut, no one eats me like you do, no one makes me cum like you do! Oh Lauren, do me baby, do me while he watches, do me and make me cum!!"

Rachel came in heated gasps a few moments later and I captured it all on film, what a great memory this would make. The girls got up from the couch, walked towards me and each kissed me on the cheek. "Your turn next!" They smiled as they went into the bedroom. They came out of the bedroom this time in Cami's that made me hornier than hell. Rachel was in a light yellow, Lauren was in a pale green. They pulled me into their embrace, we shared a heated three-way kiss and then Rachel spoke to me. "Can you put the camera on automatic?" I nodded.

"Then do it, Daddy." I set the camera and rejoined the girls on the couch. They had removed the bottoms of their outfits for easy access, but I would have torn them off if necessary.

Rachel moved over to me and began unbuttoning my shirt while her lover began yanking my pants and shoes off. The girls were moving fast, I was buck-naked within a minute. I felt Lauren's butter-soft lips slide over the head of my cock while Rachel's nails raked over my naked chest. I was ready for them, my arousal had never been this great. I knew this would be a memory that would warm me when I was eighty.

Emerald green eyes looked up at me while sucking my cock, while Rachel's blue eyes looked deeply into mine as we kissed. I was in heaven and didn't want this to end any time soon. I needn't have worried, it wasn't going to. Lauren's head of red hair was bobbing up and down on my swollen member while Rachel's, round tit slid into my mouth. I sucked on her boob, fondled the other one and heard her groan. My cock was already rock-solid and ready to fuck when Lauren moved her lips from it.

"Fuck Rachel first, Daddy. I would love to watch you make Rachel cum!" Lauren told me.

I positioned myself behind the sexy brunette and slid my cock, slick and hard, into her very wet, warm and welcoming vagina. Shoving it in deep, I began to fuck her in earnest as Lauren moved in front of her. Rachel began to eat her out while my cock was buried deep within her needy pussy. I fucked her, fast and furious, using all the skill I had, trying to remember every technique I had ever learned. Rachel wriggled her ass back at me, tightening her pussy hard around my erection and trapping me for a second. Then she released me and the chills went through me. I resumed fucking the horny bitch in front of me while she lapped the pussy of her equally-horny best friend.

I pistoned in and out, determined to make them cum. I wanted this to be a night none of us would ever forget, so I concentrated on the task at hand, stroking deeply into the heated snatch I was fucking.

I was about to cum, when I heard Lauren say "Switch!"

Rachel moved away from my cock, pausing to give it a perfunctory lick or two. "Yummy!" she giggled. "We want to make this last, Daddy!" I wasn't about to argue with them, so I just nodded.

"I'm not in a hurry either!" I told Rachel, then I saw the girls remove the last few remnants of their outfits, naked and gorgeous in front of me. "Okay, what next?"

Lauren moved in towards me, kissing me and sharing my tongue. "I like things a bit different than your girlfriend. I want to be on top, are you okay with that?"

Hell, if she'd told me she wanted to hang from the chandelier, I'd have been okay with it. Lauren wiggled her velvet-soft pussy down on top of me and began to bounce, fucking me deep within her hot vagina. My fiance got behind us and began sharing sloppy kisses with her. Her hands holding Lauren's face to her own. It was an incredibly erotic sight to behold. Rachel and Lauren pleased each other while my cock slid in and out of Lauren's unprotected pussy, soaked with our combined juices. My hands met Rachel's and together, we fondled the redheads big, soft breasts. From the groans emitting from Lauren's lips, she was having a good time and enjoying our sex combined with the squeezing of her lactating mammories.

"Oooh, you're so hard and big inside me. Oh, Rachel, your fiance feels great!"

"I know baby. Doesn't he have a nice, big cock?"

"Oooh, yesss, he's fucking me so good."

I continued to move deep within her hole while her bestie would kiss one of us, then the other, using her nails and hands to keep us aroused even further. I arched upwards, driving my erection into Lauren's pussy when I heard her screaming.

"Fuck! Oh fuuuuck… I'm cumming, ohhh, shit, I'm cumming!"

My cock felt like a bar of steel, longer and thicker than ever before. My balls were hugging my shaft as they do when I'm close. Still, I slid myself into her few dozen more times before I approached the point of no return.

She was nearly delirious. "Oh, do it, Daddy, fuck me… cum inside me!" That was all I needed. I felt the semen at the base of my cock boil over, and I began to spurt thick ropes of the stuff through the full length of my cock out of me and into Laurens's fertile, unprotected womb. I felt myself explode and shot my load deep inside of her, using condoms had been forgotten in the heat of the moment. I felt bucket loads of cum shoot deep inside her wet pussy.

"Unnnnnnh… cumming in you…" I imagined jets of sperm-rich semen spattering against her vulnerable cervix, bathing it, pooling around it, then sperm swimming strongly up her birth canal in search of the egg in her uterus. Her pussy clenched rhythmically on my cock; she was cumming too. With what sanity I had left, I endeavored to stroke my cock into her from below in the hopes I'd brush her G-spot a few times. And I enjoyed watching the various shades of bliss cross her face even as they faded.

After I orgasmed, Rachel pushed me out of the way and leered over at me."I'm going to clean her up, lover man. You just watch and enjoy."

I sat there, spellbound, as Rachel moved between Lauren's thighs and began licking her again, making a real show of eating her out. She turned to me and lewdly displayed a dollop of my cum that was on her tongue and then swallowed it. My cock twitched a bit to let me know it was not totally out of action. Rachel worked her tongue deep inside her sister, using it to scoop up as much of my cum as he could, swallowing every morsel of it she could savour. When she finished, she went to the bathroom, got a washcloth and came back and cleaned them both up. Even that was sexy, they fondled each other as they watched and shared giggling kisses.

The two of them smiled and said to me, "Think you can go one more round?"

I wondered how I had found myself two nymphomaniacs, but if this was my life now, what a way to go. "Sure!" I nodded.

Both girls smiled at me and led me to the bedroom. Candles were lit and gave the room a sensual glow as the two of them pulled me on to the bed. I was between them both and I wondered what they had planned next.

"Why don't you two let me call the shots this time?" I told them.

"Sure." Rachel answered. "What did you have in mind, Daddy?"

"I haven't seen you two 69 yet and that's always so sexy. So Rachel, you be on top and eat Lauren, while I fuck the hell out of you. Then we can switch, I'll make sure both of you have a nice, hot cum. Okay?"

Both girls thought that was a great idea. I saw them move into an erotic embrace as I lubed up and slid, hard and deep, into Rachel's tight pussy. I plunged as hard as I could, hearing the slight yelp of pain turn into a moan of pleasure. It was silenced as she tongued her friends pussy lavishly, Lauren eating her in turn. It was so kinky, yet it was truly beautiful at the same time, to watch these sisters who so-obviously adored and cherished each other. I wanted to add my own touch of kink to the proceedings, so I looked over at the nightstand and saw exactly what I was looking for. Reaching for it, I slid the girl's big, silver vibrator deep into Rachel's beautiful, round ass. She screamed out when she felt it enter her anal cavity.

"Ohh, fucking shit, that's good! You're so naughty, Daddy, I fucking love it!" Rachel yelled, as she briefly moved her face from her redhead lovers dripping pussy.

"What's he doing baby?" Lauren wanted to know as she stopped briefly.

"He's got my toy up my ass as he's fucking me!"

"Oh, I have got to try that later!"

I pumped and plunged deep into Rachel's pussy, corkscrewing the vibe deep inside of her as best I could. The girls were so sexy to watch. It was all I could do to keep from cumming, but I concentrated on their pleasure. I watched their pink tongues lapping eagerly at each other's flesh and their hands around each other's thighs as they pleasured each other and was happier than I had ever been. I could have died and gone to heaven at that moment and I wouldn't have complained.

"Fuck! Stop, oh fuck Lauren, you've got to stop."

I could feel tension in her abdominal muscles, the sure sign that her body was straining against an inevitable orgasm. Her legs, held in place by the redhead, fought against her climax to no avail. Lauren's thighs were tight now as well, the sure sign that she too was close. Their noises increased in volume. I could feel them both beginning to sweat, the brief frustration and pleasure of a dam that would not quite break for either. Rachel's hips felt like flying off the bed, trying to grind her entire pussy against Lauren's lips.

"Yes, fuck, right there. Yes!" Lauren was clearly getting very close.

Giving an extra-long lick to Lauren's engorged clit. She felt her entire body shudder as a yell escaped her body.

"Ah, yes! Fuck, yesssssssss!"

A pause. "Gah…mmmmm…". Even in the middle of her orgasm, Lauren had managed to get her mouth back to Rachel's slit.

The renewed contact sent my fiance over the edge as well, as she let loose a throaty growl. The power of their simultaneous orgasms rocked the room, and I too saw stars for a moment. Everything was overwhelming; the blood rushed away from Rachel's head, then back to it as every muscle in her body contracted at once. Lauren's thighs had just started to relax alongside her head as her own orgasm subsided. Rachel found herself gasping for breath. Lauren was once again sitting astride her chest, facing her and running her fingers gently through her hair.

"You're wonderful, you know that?" Rachel was smiling now, looking calm and content.

"Not just when I'm eating you out, right?"

Rachel covered her mouth and looked away, pretending to be shy.

"My boobs are tingling," Lauren said, smiling as I watched a single droplet of mild form on each nipple. She saw my gaze and looked down at Rachel who nodded, and said, “Mmmmm, sweetie suck my lactating tits into your mouth. I want to feel your hot breath all over my hard nipple.” I was mesmerised and there was nothing in the world that could have stopped me from tasting my baby mamas milk.

My lips barely touched her hard nipple when Lauren let out a low moan of pleasure, my tongue lightly licking around and over the sensitive nub. I slowly sucked as much of her breast as I could into my mouth, letting my tongue flick across the nipple. Her body squirmed as she pushed her breast tight against my face giving me the feeling she was trying to smother me. I let her nipple pop out of my mouth only to capture it again, sending it back deep into my hot mouth. When I finished licking her nipple until it was standing straight up, my mouth and tongue made a wet trail to her other waiting tit. I applied the same treatment to her other breast, sucking on the very tip of her extended nipple before sucking it hard then deep into my mouth. Her body gyrated on mine, moaning and groaning her approval as she enjoyed the treatment I was giving her breasts.

“Ohhh baby … yes … that’s it suck my nipples … ohhh … mmmmm … yesss … suck them harder Daddy … harder … that’s it … ohhh … yess” she called out, her body dancing around on top of me as I sucked harder as she had commanded, giving each breast and nipple the same treatment over and over until both breasts were wet and covered with my saliva. That was the moment I tasted her milk… it came in a steady flow,and tasted like a very sweet almond milk. I didn't expect it to be so sweet, so it was definitely surprising the first time.

The red head picked up my head gently and placed her right nipple to my lips. I immediately latched and felt her other hand meet the bottom side of her breast and form a comfortable seal. This of course helped me not to suffocate with my nose par with the rest of her breasts' flesh and for her to also feed me her milk.

I suckled like a baby, just pigging out and treasuring this moment. Her milk rushed quickly with my increased suction and rapidly filled my cheeks and met the back of my throat. My left arm was wrapped around her back, which still was exposed and my hand caressed her soft, pale skin. My other hand got confident and somehow found its own course to land onto her other breast, toying softly and gently enough to avoid milk wasting away. Lauren moaned softly with all of this action as she continued to feed me and began to rock me softly. It almost seemed to me that she sure had a huge abundance of milk, but soon I found myself suckling to a thinning and draining right side. I continued to suckle, though now only petty drops of milk flowed, enjoying my strawberry mommy's tits, and though I knew she wanted me to keep going I felt her hand travel to stop my other hand and softly said, "Switch please".

I obeyed and shifted to meet the one I had begun suckling not too long ago. She brought the previous nursing position back and though I remained in bliss sucking and swallowing torrents of milk away, I felt Rachel's little hand grip my throbbing penis. I felt soft fingers wrap around my erection and the gentle juggle of my balls. I kept nursing like nothing was going on, but then a pair of hands went to work as if they were milking me. The soft hand that remained wrapped around my erection now began a pumping course up and down the shaft. My head and balls were in ecstasy because I was receiving a handjob while nursing, and was the absolute best handjob anyone could have.

I suckled like a baby and began to rough up and nibble on the nipple that I was latched onto. Rachel let out an evidently excited moan then got before me on her knees and took my cock between her lips and into her mouth, sucking me up. Lauren's fiery horniness came right at me as she grabbed my head to guide me from her tits to her pussy. I began to eat her out gently as Rachel sucked me off royally. Lauren tasted great, almost like everything I had ever wanted in a girl. Rachel then got wild and shifted licks from my cock head to Lauren's sexy ass.

The bed was adjacent to a wall, so Lauren leaned forwards against it, tits to my face as I began to suck on them once more. Rachel guided my cock into her, slid down and buried me in, and planted her tongue up Lauren's pussy. Rachel then rode me hard as she lapped Lauren's pretty, pink pussy. I continued to suck and bite her heavy tits as they continued to leak some leftover milk.

"God yes!" Lauren yelled in ecstasy, feeling her body burning with pleasure from head to toe. We shifted around and I lay on the bed as Rachel returned to her position, bucking up and down my shaft. Lauren moved to sit on my face so that I may plow my tongue furiously into her yummy pussy. I held her hips and ass tightly as she bucked and grazed against me.

"Fuck, no wonder you want to marry him," Lauren added while moaning loudly. Rachel let out her own series of moans due to pleasure shockwaves. Rachel grabbed Lauren's face and landed a large, wet, French kiss. She then dragged her face down to meet her tits and soon she found Rachel's smaller breast and nipple forcing their way into her own mouth. Lauren followed instruction and latched on while still grinding her wetness against my face. Lauren's tits leaked milk all over us.

"Mmmmmmm…" was all I heard from Lauren's busy, milk-filling throat. Rachel then grabbed Lauren's own tits and squeezed her remaining milk from the elongated, red nipples. The excess drops falling down onto my body. They both rode me until I was becoming purple from lack of air after a major onslaught onto Lauren's pussy. We caught our breaths as I sat between them, one to either side of me. I turned to Lauren and took her left tit into my mouth and sucked some more milk and swallowed.

I then turned to Rachel and repeated the same to her right tit. I turned back to Lauren and gave her left tit another long, collective suck and swallowed more milk. I turned to Rachel and gave her right tit one last long collective suck as I then felt her shift her weight above my body. Rachel plunged and sunk her pussy down my shaft and began to ride me vigorously. Almost instantaneously, she began to let out a strong series of short moans that meant she was very close and on the verge of an orgasm. I almost couldn't believe it, and Lauren came over to my side to offer me her tits to suckle. I sucked and drank more milk as the my fiance fucked my brains out.

Lauren played with herself as I drank her milk, and sure enough came a very loud and extensive moan that almost echoed throughout the whole house. Rachel, only moments behind her was cumming and just hearing her was sending me on the verge. Rachel's pussy muscles clamped down so fucking hard on my head that they essentially forced and pulled my nut from me. It all sent me over the edge and had me roaring that I was also cumming.

My load shot into her, deep into her, fast, hot and almost unstoppable. It felt like my balls were being drained of all I had. I emptied my balls, Rachel cumming a few scant minutes behind me. Lauren shuddered with a mini-orgasm of her own and the two rolled apart and sat up on the bed.

"So, are we enough for you?" Lauren said, raising an eyebrow, "Ready for another round?"

"Yes, but not for a while." I said, still panting. "I'm a bit tired."

"Oh, we'll inspire you!" Lauren said, as she and my fiance huddled together on the bed. The two of them started kissing and playing again and rolled around, eager for more loving. I just shook my head, totally unbelieving that I had been so fortunate.

The two beauties did indeed "inspire me", and continue to do so. That was over five years ago, we kept the pictures for our "Pre-Wedding" album. The girls fell in love with me and I with both of them. I married Rachel in a small ceremony with friends and family, then we both pledged our vows to Lauren later at home. We've all promised never to be apart, so far, we've been able to keep that vow. Recently, Rachel and Lauren came to me and told me I'm going to be a Daddy again. Both of my lovelies are pregnant. I know that this news brought me the most joy I've ever felt, in all of my life.

Some people might call us crazy, but the three of us are deliriously happy. We're going to be together for the rest of our lives. We will try to raise our kids with love and joy. Someday, we will have to explain our "situation" I'm sure, but we will let them know that they are loved by all of us.