Bill rang me with the good news. His wife was pregnant.
Peter had done the trick the first time he fucked Sophie.
I was so pleased. My son was following in my footsteps and I would be a grandfather for the first time, albeit at the very young age of forty.
"We should celebrate," I said to Bill.
He agreed. He'd get some champagne and Peter and I should go along the next night.
"Should I tell Peter, or will you?"
Bill said he'd already told the father-to-be and he was delighted. He said how right it felt.
It seemed that my biological son and I were very much alike and he was really understanding the life he was meant to lead. Go forth and multiply and all that.
I rang Peter to congratulate him. He thanked me too. He said he felt proud to give Sophie and Bill such a great gift.
The following evening, Peter and I went to Sophie and Bill's house. Bill took our coats and removed our shoes.
We both kissed Sophie deeply and congratulated her.
Peter rubbed her belly. "I cannot believe I have given you a baby," he said. I rubbed it too. "My grandchild is in there!"
We laughed and drank champagne.
Bill served us all and said almost nothing apart from thanking Peter several times for adding to his family.
Sophie sat between us on the sofa. We both had hands on her lap, and on separate occasions, we kissed her.
As I drank the champagne, I realised I really wanted to fuck her. But I guessed Peter did too.
I thought that, since it was his child in her womb, he should.
I asked Sophie if she'd like to celebrate in bed with Peter.
"Why not both of you?" she asked.
"Peter and me? A father and son in a threesome? Wouldn't that be a bit weird?"
Peter looked a bit wary but Bill's face lit up.
"What could be better, sirs? I think Sophie would love it."
Sophie nodded. "I want you both at the same time," she said. "The men who've given me the most satisfaction in my life."
I smiled at Peter. He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't see why not," he said. "I mean we'd just be fucking the same woman and we've both fucked her before."
We walked upstairs. Bill had tidied and cleaned the room. It was immaculate. I suspect he hoped that we'd do this.
Sophie took off her tight white shirt and blue skirt. Then her tights. She was totally naked. I was already hard. She was already wet.
I took off my jeans and T-shirt as Peter undressed. Peter's body was defined while mine was more muscled. He had full abs but mine weren't as good.
And his cock was just like mine. Hard and long with quite a bit of girth. But he clearly trimmed his hair, something I'd not done for years.
Peter started kissing Sophie as I played with her firm tits. Then we swapped over.
At one point, we both put our tongues in her mouth and felt each other's.