The weeks following the evening that I’d had with Jenny were surprisingly normal.  We managed to meet a few times for a couple of hours, three or four times at my house and twice at hers.  The sex was as good as ever, passionate and fulfilling, and we were becoming more attuned to each other’s bodies, knowing how and what to do for maximum pleasure.

Sarah also came round a few times, once for a quick fuck and once to stay the night.  Sex with her was exquisite.  The way she used her body was incredible, and the pleasurable feelings I experienced with her were off the scale, leaving me completely exhausted but very satisfied.  I still found her unattractive, so she had to spend time arousing me.  She asked whether I was still fucking Jenny and wasn’t surprised when I said I was.  She also told me she was planning Amanda’s hen night and suggested I might like to take part.  I told her that was out of the question.

Then it all changed with a fateful call one morning. I was at work in my office some three weeks later when the ‘phone rang.

“Hello Alan, it’s Jenny.  How are you?”

“Great, thank you, and you?”

But I never got an answer.

“Oh Alan, I am so sorry but we have to stop seeing each other.”

“Why, Jenny? What’s happened?”

“I’m pregnant.  Dave and I are having a baby.”

“Oh, Jenny that’s such good news.  Congratulations.  I’m really pleased for you.”

“Oh, thank you, Alan.  I didn’t know if you’d be happy or not.”

Of course I was happy. I was sure the baby was mine, and I would enjoy watching her grow with my child.  I was pretty sure she thought it might be mine as well, but she wasn’t going to tell Dave.

“But why does that mean we have to stop seeing each other?”

“Because I can’t take the risk that Dave finds out I’m having an affair.  I need him now.”

“I understand,” I said, “perhaps it will change one day, but right now I will respect your wishes.  I do hope, however, that we will remain friends and that we can occasionally see each other on that basis.”

“Of course,” she said, “and thank you for being so understanding.”

“Please do keep me informed on how the pregnancy is going,” I said, “I’d like to hear from you regularly.”

“Of course I will,” she said, “I’ll let you know all the way along.  Now I’ve got to run, so bye for now.”

“Bye-bye,” I said and put down the phone.

That’s a bloody shame, I thought, but I could understand her worry.  I was sure that she would change her mind after a while, but I’d have to keep away for the time being.  It was fortunate, then, that I had developed something with Sarah.  I decided I would tell her.  I called her on the office phone and asked her to come into my office.  She arrived after a few minutes and sat down.

“What’s this all about?” she asked.

“Jenny’s pregnant and has called time on our affair.”

“Is it yours?”

“Probably.”

“Does Dave have any idea what’s been going on?”

“No.”

“Good. Well, I can’t say I’m not pleased because maybe now you’ll have more time for me.  I like you, Alan, and I think we’re good together.  What do you think?”

“I think we can give it a go,” I said, “you’re a cheeky bitch, but I can probably bring you into line.”

“Arrogant shit,” she said, laughing. “You know I’m the one that calls the shots.”

“Oh really?  Come round tonight and we’ll see.”

“OK.  I’ll be there at 8.00.  Make sure you’re not too busy tomorrow.”

She left my office with a spring in her step.

I left work at 7.00 so that I could tidy up my place before Sarah arrived.  She turned up on time, still dressed in her work clothes. We went through to the lounge where I poured her a glass of wine before we sat down on the couch, and turned towards each other.

“Stop fucking around, Alan, and come and kiss me,” she said.

I slid forward on the couch and kissed her, sucking her lower lip into my mouth and licking it.  She put her arms around me and kissed me back, then opened her mouth and flicked her tongue between my lips.  Soon we were kissing passionately, our tongues licking at each other.  I put a hand down and felt her right tit through her blouse.  I found I was becoming more attracted to their small size.  I could feel her nipple sticking out through both her bra and her blouse, so I decided it was time to free it.  I felt for the buttons of her blouse and undid them, then as her blouse hung open, I reached underneath it and put my hand behind her to unclasped her bra.  All of this while we were kissing, but as her bra fell forward, she broke the kiss and slipped off her blouse and bra and threw them on the couch, then resumed our kiss.

Now that Sarah’s tits were free, it was much easier to feel her large areolae and tug at her nipples while I kissed her, but then decided I would rather like to spend some time sucking on them.  I broke our kiss and leaned forward, taking one of them into my mouth, covering the whole areola and sucking hard with my tongue on her nipple.  I felt her nipple grow harder and longer as I did, so I sucked even harder.  She gasped and leaned back against the back of the couch, thrusting her chest forward and shifting her butt.  I gripped her nipple between my teeth and bit gently before raking my teeth along it.

“Oh fuck,” she breathed, putting her hands behind my head and pushing me into her chest.  I moved to her other tit and did the same, getting the same reaction.  My cock was now straining against my trousers when I felt her hand undoing my belt and unzipping my fly.  She put her hand inside my boxers and stroked me, her fingers around my shaft, my glans resting in her palm and dripping precum.  She stroked me for a while a while as I sucked her tits, then took her hand out.

“Take off your shirt,” she said.

I left her tits and unbuttoned my shirt and threw it on the couch, then stood up and removed my trousers but kept my boxers on before sitting down again.  She looked at me then lifted her hips, unzipped her slacks and took them off, then slipped off her thong and handed it to me.  I pressed it to my nose and inhaled her scent, then threw it onto the floor before taking off my boxers and handing them to her.  She smelled them then licked the front where my precum had wet them then threw them aside before leaning forward and fondling my cock again.  I kissed her, passionately, biting her lower lip as she rubbed her small tits against my chest while tugging at my cock.  I let go of her lip and brushed my mouth down the side of her neck, then drew in the flesh between my teeth and gave her a lovebite.

“There,” I said, “that’ll get you some questions at the office.”

She looked at me and then licked my lips, my nose, my eyelids.

“I’m yours,” she said, “I don’t need to hide it.  But you are mine too.”

Then she gave me a lovebite too on the side of my neck.

“Suck my cock, Sarah.  Get between my legs and suck me.”

I stretched my legs out and leaned back on the couch.  Sarah stood up and moved between my legs as my eyes took in her small tits and her tiny body with its sparse pubic hair.  She knelt down and took my cock in her hand, holding it by my glans, lifting it up so that she could lick my balls then trail her tongue underneath my shaft and up my urethra.  My cock responded by swelling and lengthening, my glans expanding until the skin was shining.  She moved her hand to hold my shaft while she tried to stick her tongue into my opening, then licked around my glans, flicking her tongue over my corona.

I reached forward and felt for her tits again.  Her nipples were sticking out so I grasped them in turn, rolling each between my thumb and forefinger.  They felt even harder and longer than before.  I tugged at them, pulling her tits by her nipples.

“Mmmmm,” she murmured as carried on licking my glans, “they may be small but they are sensitive.”

Then I felt her licking all over my shaft, the tip of her tongue tracing my blood vessels before lapping underneath my glans and tickling my frenulum.

“That’s nice,” I said, shifting my hips. 

She licked down my shaft again and over my balls.

“You’re a hairy man,” she said, “have you ever shaved it off?”

“No,” I replied, “I like my pubic hair.  I think it’s sexy.  Women seem to agree.”

She didn’t respond but instead took my balls in her mouth and moved them around with her tongue.  My cock twitched as she did so.  Then she started humming, creating buzzing sensations in my testicles and stimulating them as I’d never felt before.

“Wow!” I exclaimed, “that’s good.”

She carried on and I felt my cock grow some more and precum dripping out of the end.  I looked at her face looking up and thought how sexy this looked, then she stopped and took her mouth off my balls, leaving them wet with the hair all twisted, before licking behind them and back towards my anus.  It wasn’t long before I felt her tongue probe my hole then lick around it before tracing its way back and over my balls then up my shaft again until she took my glans in her mouth and licked off my precum.

“Mmmmm,” she murmured with my glans in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it, then she slid her mouth down until all of my glans and about an inch of my shaft was inside her. I could feel the roof of her mouth on my glans.  Then she started moving her mouth up and down, her lips sliding back and forth over my corona, her tongue tickling my frenulum.  It was exquisite.

I held her head between my hands and moved it myself, trying to get deeper inside her mouth, but she resisted, so I left it alone and let her do the work.  She bobbed up and down on me, increasing the speed and sucking harder.  I was now pouring precum onto her tongue.  Every now and then she’d open her mouth and let her saliva and my precum dribble out and down her chin onto my balls.  The sight was so damn exciting, it was positively pornographic.

I felt her put a finger in her mouth and swirl it around then take it out.  The next thing I knew she was sticking it in my anus.  As it was quite slimy from my precum and her saliva, it went in fairly easily and she started probing with it until she found my prostate and my cock jerked.

“Aaaaah,” she murmured, then tried to talk with her mouth full of my cock, but gave up and just sucked me while massaging my prostate.  The feelings were intense and I knew that I would cum soon as my hips started moving up and down.  Then I felt her other hand wrap around my shaft, most of which was still outside her mouth, and start masturbating me. 

It was all far too much.  My balls drew up against my shaft as I tensed my buttocks, and with a shout, I shot a wad of semen into her mouth.  She immediately opened it and I could see my glans resting on her tongue with a rope of semen at the end disappearing down her throat. My God, it looked fantastic.  She carried on masturbating me and massaging my prostate as I shot a second load onto her tongue and down her throat, then pulled my cock out of her mouth so that my next ejaculation sprayed over her face before pointing it at her chest so that my following two ejaculations sprayed over her tits and breastbone then dribbled down her body.  She was still masturbating me and I was still ejaculating, but with little force and not much volume, until she stopped tugging.

“You are a dirty girl, aren’t you?” I said. “That was fucking good. I do like seeing you with my cum all over your face and tits.”

She smiled at me and rubbed my cum into her areolae and nipples, then licked her fingers.

“I’m glad you liked it,” she said. “You’ll never have anyone else as good as me, not your Jenny, nor Mandy, nor the countless others you’ve fucked or played with.  None of them can please you like I do.”

She got up, my semen dripping off her face and running down her body.  She wiped her face and licked her hands, then went into the bathroom, returning after a few minutes wearing my bathrobe.

“I really enjoyed doing that for you,” she said, “now it’s my turn.”

“You’ll have to wait a while,” I said, “let’s go into the kitchen and get something to eat.”

“OK,” she said.

We went into the kitchen.  I put on an apron so that I wasn’t completely naked.  It had a picture of a naked man on it which was quite ironic.  She laughed and made fun of me, then helped me as we created a pasta dish.  We sat at the kitchen table and ate together with some chianti.  I felt her foot under the apron tickling my balls.  My cock started to rise.  I liked this woman.  She was basic and raw and enjoyed sex.  I was also starting to enjoy looking at her slight body, enjoying the thought of overpowering it.  After we’d finished I went round to fetch her plate.  As I stood there, I felt her hand underneath the apron, feeling my cock which was now quite firm.

“I think you’re ready for round two,” she said. “Let’s go into the living room where you can fuck me on the couch.”

“I’ll fuck you,” I said, “I’ll fuck you until you beg me to stop.  Now get on through there and get on your knees and face the back of the couch.”

She laughed and ran through to the living room and got on the couch on her knees, her butt waving in the air.

“I’ll make you cum way before that happens,” she said.

I stood up and moved behind her and felt her slit.  It felt quite wet and was slightly open.  My cock was now very hard again and oozing lots of precum.  I rubbed my glans along her slit, opening up her labia and coating the inside flesh with my precum, then with a sudden thrust, I drove my cock deep inside her, breaking through her vaginal sphincter and sliding all the way in.

“Oh fuck,” she cried, “that was unexpected.”

I leaned on top of her and put my arms around her to grab her tits and squeeze them as I looked down at my cock inside her cunt.  She looked so small and frail next to me, and I loved the feeling of power at being so much bigger.  I could do what I wanted and she couldn’t stop me.

“Shut up, woman,” I growled, “you’re mine and I’ll fuck you how I want.  Anyway, you love having my cock in you.  It’s so much better than those other ones that you’ve tried.”

I squeezed her tits as my fingers gripped her nipples, rolling them and pulling at them. I felt her butt shuffle as she pushed it against me, trying to get me deeper.  I could feel her cervix brushing my glans which made my cock swell and jerk.

“Oh shit,” she cried, “it is a fucking nice cock.”

I started fucking her hard and fast, alternating between long strokes, pulling almost all the way out then thrusting all the way in, and short quick ones, staying deep inside.  She fucked me back in perfect timing. She seemed to know just when I would use short strokes and when I’d go back to long ones.  I let go of her tits and grabbed her hips, pulling her towards me and pushing her away, and sometimes smacking her cheeks.  She was my new fucktoy and that’s how I was using her.

“Aaaargh,” she cried, “oh fuck.  Oh shit, fuck me.  Oh, I love your cock, it’s so fucking big. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

She wailed, she cried, she swore.  She squirted on the couch.  She grabbed a cushion and stuffed it in her mouth.  Her cunt spasmed non-stop around my cock, her vagina sucking at it.  I looked down and saw my cock battering her cunt, dragging her labia in and out, folding them over.  I could see the outline of my glans through the skin of her labia when I was mostly out, then watched as it disappeared as they folded inwards when I drove forward.

I reached underneath her and found her clitoris.  I grasped it between my thumb and forefinger and frigged it as I fucked her.

“Oh shit,” she cried, then gave a shriek and tensed her body, trapping my cock deep inside her as her cunt clutched and released my shaft.  I held still so that she could lose herself in her orgasm, feeling her cunt spasm every second or so until finally it relaxed and she slumped forward onto the back of the couch, breathing heavily. 

“I think you came first,” I said, chuckling, then I started moving inside her again.  I was gentler this time, moving slowly and with short strokes.  I could feel the silky sleeve of her vagina caressing my cock, particularly around my corona, and it felt fabulous.  I could feel my cock get harder as I carried on moving, and soon I was taking longer strokes. I leaned over and put my lips next to her ear.

“How does it feel, Sarah?” I asked.

“Very nice,” she whispered, “but I don’t think I’ll cum again yet.”

“Well, I’ve still got to cum,” I said, “why don’t you put your hands on the back of the couch and see if that’s ok for you.”

She put her hands on the back of the couch which lifted up her upper body into the classic doggy position and I started to fuck her hard.  I love this position.  It is dominating and powerful and gives a deep penetration.  It’s also very good visually for seeing how your cock goes in and out of her cunt and how her labia clutch at it.  It allows for easy stimulation of her tits and her clit, both at the same time if that’s what you want, but tonight I wanted to dominate her.  I held her by the hips as I fucked her, pulling her hard against me, then pushed her away as I withdrew.

I rotated my hips as well as hunching backward and forward, changing the angle of penetration and trying to make her feel my cock in as many different places as possible.  My glans rubbed against her cervix, and the end of my cock bumped against the end of her vagina.  I could feel all of the ridges and valleys inside her cunt as my corona forced open her walls. The thick base of my shaft stretched her labia to the limit. 

And I fucked her mercilessly.

“Oh God, Alan,” she cried, humping herself back on me and rotating her butt and squeezing my cock with her vaginal muscles and massaging my shaft, “I’m going to cum again.  Oh, fuck.”

That did it for me, I lost control and, clenching my pelvic muscles, I felt a wad of semen jet out of my cock and splatter into her vagina, then another, and another.  I held her tight against me as I ejaculated, concentrating on the incredible feeling as my cock jerked and shot globs of semen inside her, eventually slowing down until I stopped.

“Oh, my God,” she gasped, “fuck me, but you are something else.  Where do you find all of that cum?”

She reached underneath herself and fondled my balls which were starting to descend again.

“It’s a lovely feeling when you cum in me.  You get harder and bigger and also much warmer.  Your breathing changes and everything about you tenses and then suddenly there’s a huge pulse inside me as your cock throbs and squirts your semen into my vagina, not just once but several times, then there’s this feeling of warm liquid as your semen swirls around inside me.”

My breathing was returning to normal and my pulse started slowing.  I felt a wonderful glow spread throughout my body and a feeling of closeness to Sarah.  I kissed her back.

“And I love cumming in you,” I said. “The things you do with your muscles are out of this world and give me feelings of incredible pleasure.  But it’s also to do with power. It feels hugely powerful cumming inside you.  I’m in control and you can’t stop it.  Indeed, you don’t want to stop it, you want to surrender to your own pleasure and give up control of your body in doing so.”

“Let’s go to the bedroom, Alan, I want to lie next to you and look at you.”

I pulled my hips back and withdrew my cock from her cunt.  It slid out easily and hung down, dripping onto the floor.  Sarah’s cunt was wide open and I could see my semen inside it.  Her labia were puffed and ragged and hung down, occasionally letting a drop fall to the couch.  She put her hand between her legs to stop any more coming out and got off the couch.  We walked to the bedroom and I lay down on my back on the bed, my cock resting on my groin.  She got on beside me and lay on her side then leaned over and kissed me, her fingers playing with my chest hair.

“Sexy bastard,” she said.

“Would you like to stay the night?” I asked.

“God yes,” she replied, cuddling up to me. “Will you fuck me tomorrow morning?”

“Perhaps,” I replied, “but right now I think I’m going to fall asleep.”

She stroked my face and kissed me, then before I knew it, I was asleep.  I woke up sometime in the middle of the night.  Sarah had put a sheet over us and turned off the lights.  She was on her side next to me, her arm over my waist and holding me.  I snuggled closer to her and went to sleep again.

I woke up the next morning with my alarm at 6.30. I turned it off and looked at Sarah.  She hadn’t woken up and was looking angelic as she slept.  I leaned over and kissed her.  She opened her eyes.

“Morning, lover boy,” she said, stretching like a cat.

“Did you sleep alright?” I asked.

“Like a log,” she said, “and you?”

“Me too.”

I trailed my fingers over her body feeling her skin.  She shivered and wriggled so I leaned over and sucked her neck.  She turned on her side and started to kiss me, her hands on my butt, and it wasn’t long before we were totally engaged in each other, feeling each other’s bodies, kissing everywhere, licking.  I rolled her onto her back and crawled between her legs then buried my face in her sparse bush as I sucked her labia into my mouth and then parted them with my tongue.  My hands were on her tiny breasts, palpitating them and pinching her nipples gently.  She held my head in her hands making little noises as I sucked her.  I ran my tongue up her slit and felt her juices flow more strongly, then grasped her clit between my lips and licked the tip.

“Aaaah,” she gasped, “oh Alan, that’s beautiful,” and rolled my head from side to side. 

I sucked at her clit, encouraging it out of its sheath until I could feel it between my lips.  She made fucking movements with her hips and gave little cries.  I sucked harder and ran my tongue all around the tip of her clit.  She let go of my head and banged the bed with her hands, shouting, “Oh. Oh. Oh,” and then I felt her legs shudder and kick next to my head as she lifted her hips and a squirt of liquid hit my chin.  She remained with her hips raised and another stream of liquid shot out before she dropped down onto the bed and relaxed.

I crawled up between her legs until my mouth was over hers and kissed her gently, then moved myself higher, trailing my cock over her body, leaving precum everywhere.  I pushed my glans down on her right nipple, making it slippery with my precum and feeling it grow hard and bigger, then did the same to her left nipple.  After that I dragged my cock up and onto her lips, then held it and rubbed my glans over them so that they glistened with my precum, before moving up and rubbing her eyelids then down again and resting my cockhead on her lips. 

She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to lick my frenulum and the two mounds at the bottom of my glans, then angled her head and took me in her mouth.  Soon she had all of my glans and about two inches of my shaft inside her mouth while holding onto the rest of my shaft, squeezing and masturbating it. 

“Oh fuck2, that feels good,” I said, moving my hips back and forth, trying to get more of my cock inside her mouth.  I moved so that I was now kneeling over her. 

“Mmmmff,” she gasped as my cock hit the back of her throat, then she pulled it out with her hand and held it above her mouth, my precum and her saliva dripping on her face.  “I wasn’t ready for that,” she said breathlessly, “anyway, I don’t want you to cum in my mouth, I want you to fuck me.”

I slid down her body, my cock leaving a slimy trail over her until I was lying on top of her with my cock nestling between her legs.  She raised her knees and moved them to the side, giving me access to her cunt.

I held my cock and rubbed my glans up and down her slit, parting her labia.  She felt very slimy with her juices.  I positioned my cock at her entrance and pushed, feeling my glans forcing its way into her vagina.  I felt her initial resistance give way and my glans popped past the muscle and rubbed the inner walls of her vagina as I slid into her.  I lifted myself on my hands so that I could see my cock as it went ever deeper into her cunt.  

“Aaaaaah.  That feels so good,” Sarah whispered as my cock slid into her.  She shook her head from side to side, her eyes closed then reached up and fondled my chest.

I continued pushing slowly, feeling my glans bump into her cervix and then slide underneath it, until finally, I bumped into the end of her vagina.  I twitched my cock a few times and heard her gasp, then began moving inside her with very small strokes, maybe an inch of movement, feeling her cervix rubbing my corona.  It felt fantastic.  This woman’s cunt was a perfect match for my cock.

Sarah continued fondling my chest, playing with my nipples, feeling around them, and then running her fingers down the line of hair to my stomach before moving her hands onto my waist just above my hips and holding me as I moved.  She looked up at my face, her eyes bright and a big smile on her lips, as I fucked her.  I smiled at her and kept moving at the same pace until I saw a little furrow appear on her forehead and her eyelids lower slightly.  She’s getting more excited, I thought, but I didn’t change my movements at all.  Then she started fucking me back, trying to get more movement, but I simply moved with her.  Her brow became more furrowed and she closed her eyes.  She grabbed my hips and pulled hard then thrust me back again. 

“Oh Alan, please fuck me.  I can’t stand it.  My whole body is aching for release.  I’m going to go mad if I don’t cum soon.”

That was when I withdrew almost all of the way then plunged back inside her until my pubic bone hit hers and started fucking her hard.  I battered her with my cock.  I sawed in and out, rotating my hips so that I touched every part of her vagina that I could.  I fucked her as hard and fast as I could, her little body bouncing around under me.

She shrieked.  She screamed.  She fucked me back like a maniac.  She held my shoulders and gouged her nails into them, then pulled me down and bit them.  She hit my back. She kicked her feet on the bed then straightened her legs out and lifted her hips as high as she could and kept them there as her body tensed.  She stopped moving except for her legs which were trembling.  I didn’t stop moving.  I carried on fucking her motionless body until I felt my balls tighten and all my muscles tense, and then I stopped, my cock at the end of her cunt. 

I seemed to enter another world as I lost myself in my feelings when my cock expanded and jerked and I shot a stream of semen deep inside her cunt. It felt fantastic and powerful, a wonderful release that brought a warm glow into my groin together with the knowledge that I was filling this woman’s cunt with millions of my sperm. Then I tightened up again and my cock jerked again and I shot a second load inside her, then another and another. 

I ejaculated six times before I stopped as my muscles relaxed.  I started moving inside her again, feeling the warmth of my semen bathing my glans and then my shaft.  There were now squelching noises coming from her cunt, as my semen oozed out between my shaft and her labia.  Her groin felt very wet and our pubic hair was matted together.  My cum was now leaking out quite prodigiously.  I collapsed down onto her, my chest squashing her little tits and kissed her gently.

“You OK?” I asked.

“Fabulous,” she breathed, “never better.  I’ve never cum like that before.  It was a continual orgasm that just wouldn’t stop.”

“I’m very pleased to hear that,” I said, “I’m going to pull out now.”

I rolled off her and sat up to look at her cunt.  My cock was covered with the slime of semen and her juices, and was still quite hard.  Her cunt looked lovely, an absolute mess and covered in globs of semen.  A trail of semen ran out of the bottom of her slit and down her crack to puddle on the pillow.  Her labia hung out, red and enlarged, looking ragged.

“You look properly fucked,” I said. “I bet you’ve never had anything like it before.”

“Shit no,” she answered, “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk straight for a week.  It was lovely.  You’re an animal, but I love it.  Anyway, you’re my animal.”

“You want to do this again sometime?”

“Oh yes, most definitely.  Lots of times.”

And that’s how our relationship began.  It wasn’t an affair or a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship, but more of a “friends with benefits” one.  Neither of us was very trustworthy regarding fidelity, and we both knew it.  We were far too hedonistic for that.  So we didn’t move in together, but we did see each other several times a week.

In the meantime, Jenny was calling me every two weeks or so to tell me how her pregnancy was progressing.  She seemed to be blooming and enjoying herself.  We bumped into each other a few times at joint friends, but that was all until she called me about five months into the pregnancy and asked if I’d like to have coffee with her.  Of course I agreed and we arranged to meet the following week.  She was already there sitting at a table when I got to the coffee shop, looking radiant.  I walked over to her and kissed her.

“Hello, Jenny.  You look absolutely radiant.  Pregnancy suits you.”

“Hello, Alan.  Thank you.  You’re looking pretty good yourself.”

I pulled out a chair and sat opposite her.  Her bump was now quite big and her bust looked enormous.  Her hair was a little longer than before but the same flaming red colour.  I took her hand and held it.

“So how are things going?” I said, “any interesting news?”

“Not too much,” she replied, “I hear you and Sarah are an item now.  Is that still on?”

“Not so much of an item,” I said, “more like very close friends.  It seems to be OK.”

“Ah, I see,” she replied, “she doesn’t really look like any of your other girlfriends, but I can imagine that you have good fun together. We were on the same tantric sex course as Rob and I some years ago.  She took to it very quickly so I imagine she’s quite accomplished in that area.  I think she might even have practiced with Rob, but I don’t know.”

“Yes, she told me that you two had been on it.  But tell me how things have been going with you and why you wanted to see me.”

“Come over here, Alan, and feel my bump.”

I got up and went round to her chair and put my hand on her bump.  She put her hand over mine.  After a few seconds, I felt a movement against my hand, pushing it.  Jenny looked up at me, her green eyes soft and loving.

“That’s your son kicking, Alan.  Isn’t it amazing?”

My jaw dropped and I gazed at her with my mouth open and wide eyes. 

“Wwwhat do you mmmean?” I stammered.

“Oh close your mouth, Alan, it looks silly,” she said laughing. “Do you really think that I don’t know my own body, my cycles, and my fertile times?  I knew I was fertile when this child was conceived, and I knew that you suspected I was and that you wanted to impregnate me.  I was in love with you, and I wanted to have your baby.  I wanted to create a life with you, to have an eternal reminder of you, and here it is.”

“Does Dave have any idea about this?” I asked.

“No, he doesn’t, and that’s the way it will stay.  This will be our shared secret that no one, not even our child, will ever know.  I thought about telling you when it happened and even leaving Dave to be with you if you would have me.  But then I realised that you were still a young man who needed to sew his wild oats and wasn’t ready to settle down, and I didn’t want to be left with another straying husband.  Indeed, I don’t know if you will ever be ready to settle down.  You’re far too charming and self-assured.”

I looked at Jenny and felt a warm glow as I dwelt on the fact that it was my child she was carrying. My sperm had fertilised her egg and created a new life inside her which would carry our joint genetic structure.  She would deliver a boy with both of our characteristics, who would then go on to propagate our genes into future generations.  It was an incredibly powerful feeling.

“I did say ‘was in love’, but in reality, I’m still in love with you, Alan, although I know it will have to remain a dream.  I’m with Dave and will stay with him, even though I think he’s fooling around again, but I can hardly take the moral high ground while I’m carrying another man’s child, can I?  Still, it means that I won’t feel guilty if I do the same again.”

I took my hand off her bump and held her face as I bent down and kissed her, then went back to my chair.  Jenny had thought through every aspect and then acted on her conclusions.  I remembered that I thought she’d whispered that she loved me, but had put it down to post-coital feelings.  I laughed inwardly as I thought about how clever I thought I’d been when I fucked her that night, whereas in reality she had decided what she wanted and was getting it.

“Well,” I said, taking her hand again and stroking it, “what an amazing and delightful surprise this has been.  I can’t tell you how excited I am, but I can tell you this.  I don’t want to be out of your life and the life of our son.  I can’t say that I’m in love with you, but I can say that you have been, and still are, someone very special to me.  If things are as you say they are with Dave, I don’t see why we can’t see each other as we used to do.  We are good together.”

“That’s what I meant,” she said, laughing, “you are a charmer and an opportunist, but I love you for it.  Of course we can carry on where we left off.  There's nothing I’d like more, but that wasn’t the point of meeting you today.  Today I wanted you to know that you had a son and to feel his kicks inside my womb.  Just as his father has always done, he tries to re-arrange my insides.”

“Are you sure he’s a boy?”

“Yes, I wanted to know and after the scan, they told me.”

“What does Dave think?”

“Oh, he’s proud as punch.  Goes round telling all of his friends what a man he is and what a man his son is going to be.  There’s nothing like a boy to boost a man’s ego.”

I looked at Jenny as I stroked her hand, thinking what an intelligent woman she was and then how I was going to enjoy fucking her again.  I’d never fucked a pregnant woman before, so it would be a first for me.  I’d have to find out how careful I needed to be.  Then I thought about Dave and how I’d cuckolded him without him even knowing.  His wife was carrying my child, the product of my sperm growing in her womb.  She was now truly mine and he would always be second.

“What are you thinking about, Alan?” I heard Jenny say.

“I was thinking about you,” I said, “and wondering whether you might like to meet after work later this week.”

“Oh Alan,” she said, laughing, “of course I’d like to meet. I’ve missed you, your laugh, your naughtiness, your sense of humour.  I’ve also missed your touch, your smell, the sound of your voice, and, of course, your body. I’ll call you and arrange a date.  Now you better go back to work.”

I stood up then went and kissed her again, before saying goodbye and leaving.  On my way back to the office I thought about what I’d just learned.  I was stunned at the news, but delighted.  My ego was soaring.  I had learned that Jenny was in love with me, was carrying our child, and wanted to restart our affair.  Her husband was an ignorant cuckold and I would always regard him as such.  His wife had lain next to him in their bed with my sperm inside her womb fertilising her egg and now she slept next to him with my child inside her.  Soon she would be returning to him with my sperm inside her again.  I loved these thoughts.  They made me feel powerful and dominant.

I couldn’t wait to hear from Jenny about our next date …….