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Claire's Conception - Part 2

Date: 5/16/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: JennyGently, Rating: 31, Source: LushStories

get me pregnant," she said. "Good! I hope he does knock you up!" What was I saying? Had I gone mad with lust? "Can I at least shower? I'm pretty sticky," she asked. "Yes, just don't douche until after I get the chance to fuck you," I said, “In fact, can you use a tampon to hold it all in?” “What?” she exclaimed. “You really ARE kinky.” “Will you?” “I’ll... I’ll think about it. I’m so tired now!” “Claire?” “Mmm?” she replied, her voice dreamy again. “I love you!” I whispered. “I love you too, Tim!” The following night I called very late, still unsure in my mind how I felt about it all. I had never been as aroused as when I pictured my lovely wife giving herself willingly to another man, and I felt terribly guilty about it. Was it all just an amazing fantasy or was it actually real? And what sort of man was I? At times I couldn’t bear the thought of Claire being fucked by anyone other than me; at other times all I wanted was to watch her have a shattering orgasm at another man’s hands. When Claire answered, her voice was low and she sounded slightly drunk. “Hi Darling.” “Mmmm! Hi Tim!” “Did you… do it again?” “Mmmm! Yes we did.” “Tell me all about it. You promised, remember?” "Well okay, but I’m sooo tired!” “Claire, you promised!” She seemed to pull herself together a little before carrying on in a more stable voice. "Okay! We went for a run, then to a new pub by the river. We had a bite to eat then danced to the band." "What were you wearing?" "My short red dress; the one ... you say shows my knickers!" "Did it show them?" "No. They were in my handbag!" "Did Simon touch you while you danced?" "Yes, his hands were all over my bottom." "What happened when you got home?" “I took him to our room again. We made love for a long time on the bed. The sheets are filthy now!” “Great! Don’t change them,” I hissed, "what did he do to you?” “Well, after fucking me on the bed, he took me through to the dining room and fucked me on the table, then again from behind while I was bent over the back of the sofa. I think he didn’t like the dirty sheets." “Jesus, Claire! What if the kids had woken up and seen you?” “Oh God! I didn’t think about that! We were so wrapped up in ourselves.” “I can tell,” I replied, “and I love hearing all about it but if it’s true, you must be careful! Thank God we live in an old house with thick walls!” “I’ll lock the door next time,” she said. ‘Next time?’ I wondered as I finished myself off messily and we blew each other goodnight kisses. When I next called, well after midnight on Friday night, it was Simon’s last night in London. Claire’s voice was soft and unsteady as if she was drunk and was hardly capable of telling me what had happened. Eventually after a lot of persuasion she began to tell me the details. "Oh Tim… he fucked me so much... I just need to sleep now!” “Where did he fuck you, Claire?” “On the kitchen countertop, on your chair in the living room…” “Is that all?” “No,” she sighed as if struggling to stay awake, “he fucked ...