Annie and I check out of the hotel and order a cab to return to Annie and Bill's marital home. Our conversation en route is limited in the circumstances, but she is clearly feeling agitated. I am not sure now whether she has any regrets about our night there?
When we reach the house, I bluntly ask her that question. I want to know that I pleased her, of course, but clarify that I did not sign up to torment my friend Bill. She smiles at that thought and says, “No, Simon, don't concern yourself about that.”
She sits at the dining table opposite me, and says, ”I really do love Bill, Simon. But I really do need to get pregnant, and we want to be parents together. That's unlikely for him biologically, but this seemed like the next-best way. Now I'm a bit confused, because I just love the way you treat me, even though I do love Bill!”
“When I'm in these periods of high fertility, my sex drive goes off the top of the scale, and I just can't think clearly. ”
I say, “Look, Bill gets home tomorrow. I've had a fabulous time with you, Annie, but we should talk about it all with him. I don't want to hurt him or you.”
“Nor do I!” she answers. “But when it was suggested that he wouldn't be able to conceive, it sort of knocked the stuffing out of him. He just couldn't cum in me anymore, and turned to porn to excite himself; I know he masturbates and cums, but it seems he can only do that with the stimulus of porn. He has a serious habit now and I think he's embarrassed about that. I have had to masturbate too, because we just don't have full sex anymore!”
“Most importantly of all now, I need to get pregnant! But I also think if I can wean Bill off porn, by getting him more interested in me again, then perhaps we can get back to 'normal' eventually; whatever 'normal' is. That is the plan we made together.”
I understand all of this, except perhaps the reference to 'the plan', and sit back to think. They are clearly a couple who love each other but are struggling with the impact of Bill's diagnosis, and trying to find a way through the complex maze of physical and psychological issues it raises. Now I have been drawn into the centre of this web, supposedly to offer a solution, but actually just adding to the complexity.
Annie adds, “I thought if I could draw him away from porn sites, and get him interested just in me again, we might make some progress, once the baby has been born. If I have to act like his own personal porn star to do that, then so be it, but for now I need a leading man I can trust. And that is you, Simon.”
It occurs to me that she has been behaving rather like a porn star, in our encounters, and she must have seen some of the material Bill resorts to nowadays.
Annie sits back and sighs. “God, I feel so sexy during these periods!” she says, “My breasts feel swollen, and my nipples are so sensitive that I can hardly bear to wear a blouse at all. There are another two or three days of this, even now. Its almost like torture, especially when I know how well you would fuck me!”
“Let's change the subject!” I say. “You know, I've never seen the whole house. When I visit, I am usually limited to the kitchen-diner, maybe the lounge, and the garden; and the bathroom, of course. It's a very big house, though, so give me the full tour and I'll know my way around before Bill gets back.”
Annie takes my hand and leads me through the property. I remember that I had seen the formal 'Dining Room' before, but I'm a bit surprised when she leads me into the Garage. There is a door from there into what turns out to be a small, but well-equipped Gym; they had both used it to keep fit, but in recent times, only Annie had kept up a full fitness regime. It showed in her trim figure and boundless energy, whereas Bill seems overweight and lethargic, from his business-focused lifestyle.
Moving upstairs, apart from the full bathroom, there are two guest bedrooms ( both with double beds, large-screen TVs and en-suites). There is a fully equipped office for Bill, complete with computers and video-surveillance monitors covering the entire house, and a smaller room, which Annie reveals was always thought of as the Nursery.
She looks up at me and says, “I hope it really will be, now, Simon!”
Finally, she takes me to the 'Master Bedroom' (with en-suite, of course). The first thing I notice is that one wall, alongside the bed, is covered with mirrored doors to a large wardrobe.
Annie catches my eye, and with a raised eyebrow, says, “Yes, Simon. Maybe that's where it all began. Bill insisted on these mirrors when we were trying so hard to conceive. I think he felt it would help to stimulate him, to watch himself fuck me.”
“Perhaps that was when the seeds of his porn habit were sown, but that really took hold when he was diagnosed, and he more or less gave up having sex with me.”
She looks so sad, that I have to hug her close. She rests her head against my chest and presses her sensitive breasts against me. I can feel my cock responding, but...
“Let's go downstairs again,” I say, “You are very lucky and have the most wonderful place here. We should wait for Bill to get home now, I think.”
I agree to stay in one of the guest bedrooms overnight, on the clear understanding that we will control our urges until Bill returns. Annie bites her lower lip, but says she will try.
The next day, we have survived the night without breaking any agreements, and meet up in the kitchen-diner, where Annie prepares a full breakfast for me. It is very welcome, I must say, and I feel refreshed after our exertions at the hotel.
Bill calls to say he will be back during the afternoon, arriving by cab from the airport.
He does return, of course, and to me seems remarkably composed in the circumstances. He kisses Annie, though not passionately, and we gather round the table to eat and drink and talk.
Annie says that she knows- not only from her very detailed fertility diary, but also from her physical and emotional state- that she still has a couple of days of high fertility ahead.
Bill says that he has accepted that she will want to fuck me again, and says yet again that that is what he wants. He knows that Annie will not rest until she is pregnant, and wants that to happen in a controlled environment, which he is at least partly in control of, and certainly aware of.
He takes a very businesslike approach to it all, but perhaps fears that if he does not, Annie might take matters into her own hands and go 'freelance' in her search for a potential father to her child. He stresses that he ALSO wants this child, even though he may not be the biological father, but he needs to be fully aware of the circumstances.
It is all very rational and “businesslike” as I say, but I think he underplays their emotional responses. His infertility has certainly damaged his self-esteem, and he admits that he had given up fucking Annie because he could not fulfil her need for a child; he forgets, I think, the simple pleasures he gave her through sex itself.
Annie says, “Bill, I know you love me and want to give me a child, but apart from that, I hope you know that I love how we used to be. We fucked a lot, and had fun together. It's only since your diagnosis came that you have ignored me and turned to porn for the satisfaction you still need.”
He agrees, in his businesslike way, that this is a fair analysis of their recent sex lives. There is no point in him being coy in conversations with me, now that he has watched me fuck his wife, and encouraged me to do so.
Given the tiring journey he has had today, and our intense, emotionally draining conversations (as well as copious amounts of wine, in Bill's case), we agree that I will stay over in one of the guest bedrooms again. Tomorrow will be another day, but probably the last opportunity within Annie's window of fertility for this month.
As I drift off to sleep, I imagine Annie saying urgently, “... cum in me, cum inme, cuminme; now, now, now!” It is a strange recollection during that half-awake, half-asleep twilight zone, when random sounds influence your dreams.
When I wake in this room again, it occurs to me how bizarre life has recently become. It is not something that I could have imagined happening a little while ago, when I was wondering whether Bill and Annie would ever be contacting me again.
Now, here I am, in their guest room, waiting for Annie and Bill to decide the next steps, but I think I am expected to fuck Annie again today, while she is still fertile. I suspect Bill will want to supervise in person this time.
On cue, there is a tap at the door, and Annie appears with a breakfast try laden with healthy options. She is dressed only in a lightweight robe, and I realise that I am completely naked, under the sheets.
She places the tray on the bed and sits alongside me. While I pour myself some coffee, she is gently tugging at the sheet to expose me. There seems to be no restraint to her sex drive at this time of the month, and she smiles as my cock comes into view, with the usual morning erection already firm.
I can see her nipples hard and erect too, pushing against her robe, but I am slightly distracted when Bill enters the room. He casually says, “Good Morning”, as though this is entirely normal practice.
I find his physical presence a bit inhibiting, in a way I did not when he was just observing us via Video-link. Both of them, I think, realise this, and while Bill takes a comfortable armchair at the end of the bed, Annie rests her head on my belly and lightly teases my cock with her fingers.
Annie says, “We've been discussing what Bill would like to see, Simon, and after our performance for him in the hotel, he'd love to see you fuck me from behind. I've told him it may be more difficult for me to hold all your cum inside me afterwards, but on the other hand, your cock will get VERY deep that way, and deliver your cum to the right spot.”
I am a bit shocked by their explicit planning, but I think maybe Annie is creating scenarios for Bill which he is familiar with from porn-viewing. I remember she wanted him to picture her in his mind, rather than some porn-star.
I try to blank Bill's presence from my mind, and it helps when Annie slips off her robe completely, to reveal that wonderful smooth mound between her legs, and her tightly-furled pussy lips.
Without any preparation, she kneels on the bed, facing away from me, then drops forwards onto her elbows, presenting me with her beautiful ass. She wriggles from side to side in front of me, to tease me- and probably Bill too- then reaches between her legs with one hand.
Using two fingers, she easily parts her outer pussy lips, and we can see that she is already very wet inside. One finger slips fully inside her, and withdraws coated in her slick juice, which she draws the length of her pussy, to expose and tease her clit.