The sound of the mower stopped as Jake climbed off Jenny and flopped at her side in bed. It had been their second fuck in the space of thirty minutes. The first one had been quick.

Earlier, the three of them had sat having a coffee in the kitchen. Jenny talked about her conversation with Kirsty the night before. “I’ve told her to make Alan wear condoms from now on,” she said. Derek asked why and she told him that it wouldn’t be right to deny him his conjugal rights, but it wouldn’t be a good idea to have his semen mixing with Jake’s. “It’s best if she kept sex with him to a minimum and always use a condom.”

Derek looked at Jake. “Poor sod. Bad enough another man getting his wife pregnant. Condoms are bloody awful to wear.”

Jenny laughed. “Well, you will have to wear them yourself for the next while.”

He was startled. “Why?”

“Because I’m thinking about coming off the pill for a while. They say it’s a good idea to have a break every now and then. Under normal circumstances, you could have had a vasectomy, but I’m also sleeping with Jake, so there’s no point in that.”

“That’s going to mean that he will have to wear them too,” Derek responded.

Jenny reached across and patted Jake’s hand. “He’s promised to be careful and pull out, haven’t you darling?”

Jake was surprised. They had never even discussed this, but he knew what she was up to. “I’ll do my best, but you have to be prepared for a mishap and the consequences.”

“This is madness,” Derek responded loudly. “You’re forty-three, Jenny. I’ve seen you two fuck; he’ll never be able to be that careful. You’re too old to have another child.”

She laughed. “Women are having babies in their forties all the time now. The medical risks are extremely low, and besides, we have life experiences and maturity.”

“Oh no, Jenny, please tell me you aren’t going to risk it.”

She moved her hand from Jake to Derek’s and caressed it. “I’ve always wanted to have unprotected sex again, Derek. I really enjoyed sex when we were having our kids. It really is better for a woman when she is fertile.”

“But getting pregnant?”

She squeezed his hand. “Would that be such a bad thing? Jake making me pregnant. Our children will be more or less the same age.”

“But the two of you walking down the street with baby buggies together?”

Jenny laughed. “It will be fun!”

“But… “

“But you enjoy being cuckolded, Derek, and this would be the ultimate act of cuckolding, Jake getting me pregnant. Not only that, but you will also have the additional pleasure of seeing your wife and daughter bringing up children by the same man.”

Derek sighed loudly. Jake looked at him and knew from the expression on his face that her words rang loud and true. “So that’s a yes then, Derek?” Jenny said.

He gave a resigned but slight nod. Jenny stood up. “Well, Jake and I are off to bed. You better make a start on the garden.”

“Y… you’re starting already?”

She smiled at him and shook her head. “Soon, darling, but not just now.”

 *****

Jake had rested after they left. Jenny had wanted sex again as they showered. She had washed down his body and made him erect again. She had taken hold of his erection and guided it against her pussy. “Just once more,” she had said softly as she rubbed it between her labia. He was tempted, but he pulled away. “No. I need to save myself for Kirsty.”

Leaving the bathroom, they encountered Derek in the bedroom. “The lawn is done,” he told him. “Just some weeding to do now. I’ll pop round tomorrow if that’s okay.”

“Ring me before you set off,” Jake told him. “Kirsty might still be here.”

He nodded, looking down at Jake’s erection. He wondered if he was thinking about his daughter being on the receiving end of it in a little while. “She’s not teaching until the afternoon. So I daresay she’ll want a lie in.”

Jake saw the bulge forming in his trousers. He was thinking about his daughter getting fucked – getting fucked by the same man that had been fucking his wife for all these years.

As one cuckolded husband went out of his front door, another arrived a few hours later; Alan appeared with Kirsty, who was dressed in a mid-thigh, low-cut, figure-hugging red dress. Jake’s erection immediately formed. He kissed her before closing the door behind them. Alan carried an overnight bag. “You may as well take it straight up to the bedroom, Alan,” he told him. “It’s the second on the left.”

He kissed Kirsty again, and her hand dropped to his groin. “Looking forward to having me, are you?”

He smiled as Alan came back downstairs. He had seen the room and the bed where his wife would be spending the night. There was a slight bulge in his trousers. ‘Like father, like son-in-law’ he thought.

Kirsty wanted Alan to leave almost immediately, but Jake had the Chinese takeaway menu on the kitchen table and picked it up. “Have you eaten yet, Alan?” He shook his head and a look of disappointment came upon his wife’s face. Jake looked at her. “He may as well eat with us,” he told her. “At least you know that he’s had a proper meal.”

Alan thanked him. He was staying. Although he knew that Kirsty was disappointed, he knew how to handle cuckolds, especially in the very early days. He remembered Derek that first time. Jenny had asked him to pick her up from home on their very first date. “May as well get him used to us dating from the off,” she had said.

Derek was nervous the first time. Jenny was late; still dressing upstairs when he arrived. Derek invited him into the sitting room. He was quiet at first and then began to babble on about the weather, clearly nervous. He may have always fantasised about his wife being fucked by another man but that first time was always the greatest time of cuckold angst – the pain of jealousy mixed with the sexual excitement. It was a lethal combination. Derek’s excitement was clearly obvious as Jake took his wife’s hand as she led him to the front door. Derek followed, his bulge on show as she kissed him goodnight. “See you in the morning,” Jenny told him they ventured out of the door to the car, still hand in hand, not caring who was watching. She was horny. Before she even fastened her seat belt, she pushed her hands under her dress and pulled down her panties. Kicking them off her heels, she picked them up and put them inside the glove compartment. “There,” she said as she grabbed her belt. “That’s out of the way. You’ve pulled!”

Jake shook his head and smiled. They never even got as far as the restaurant he had booked. She reached across to his groin and gently squeezed. “Do we really need to eat first?” she asked. He turned to her. “We could just go to your place and fuck first, maybe get a takeaway in afterwards.”

“It’s up to you,” he answered.

“I’ve been looking forward to this moment all week. I have even denied Derek,” she told him. “Let’s fuck first and eat afterwards?”

Jake slipped his hand across to her thigh and pushed her hem back. Her legs parted, and he found her shaved sex. “I would prefer to eat first,” he told her. “Eat your pussy,” he added as he slipped fingers inside her sex.

“It’s all yours, Jake. All yours. Take me to your bed and eat me.”

He did. He fucked her three times before having a banquet for two delivered.

Kirsty was patient, Alan quiet as they ate. Like her mom, Kirsty liked sweet and sour chicken, followed by banana fritters. She even preferred Pinot Grigio as her choice of wine. They sat for a little while outside on the veranda finishing off the wine, and then Kirsty stood up. “I’ll go and get ready for bed. See you up there,” she said before giving Alan a kiss. “Goodnight. See you tomorrow,” was all she said.

Conversation remained strained until Jake’s phone pinged. It was Kirsty. There was a photo of her sitting up in his bed. She wore a white, see-through negligee, and her hand was holding up a pair of matching panties. The text message read ‘Ready and waiting.’

Jake turned his phone around and showed it to Alan. His jaw dropped. “Time to go, Alan, I’m afraid!” He never said a word as he stood up and turned. There was a bulge there, though. He had an erection. As Jake closed the door behind him, he knew that as soon as he got home that erection would be in his hand; his thoughts on his wife in bed with another.

Jake’s thoughts would also be on Alan’s wife, but he would have probably given Kirsty her first fill of his seed by the time Alan’s seed spilled over his hand.

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