The Summerhouse - Anne's Story - Sex Stories

The Summerhouse - Anne's Story

... returned to Earth from our wonderful lovemaking, we lay together on the bed in a state of drowsy contentment, our naked bodies warmed by the gentle summer breeze blowing through the open doorway. I curled up in the crook of Oliver’s arm, and tenderly caressed his chest, giving him the softest of loving kisses on his face and lips. Eventually I plucked up the courage to say the words that were uppermost in my mind, “Darling Oliver, my sweet lover, that was wonderful, and I am so happy,” and then in little more than a whisper, “my dearest boy, I am so in love with you, so much that I want to have your baby.” I could tell that Oliver wasn't really listening, because in that maddening way, typical of all men, he just mumbled, “Mmmm, that's nice, my love.” When I spoke again, I was bolder, and spoke slowly and distinctly, pinching his arm to make sure I had his full attention, “Oliver, I love you, and I want to have your baby.” I knew that I had got through to him this time, because Oliver sat up with a start, and blurted out just one word, “Whaatt!” After I had calmed him with kisses and caresses, I explained that I was completely serious, and that Bill and I had discussed it, and that he was totally happy about it. “My dear husband is a very extraordinary man,” I said, “and actually he was the first to mention it. He knows that I don't love him any the less, and that I will never leave him, but his first thought is always for my happiness, and he knows that this is something ...

... I would like more than anything in the world.” “Of course,” I continued, “I would only have your baby with your agreement, and I would like you to think it over carefully before you make a decision. Bill and I have often talked about having another baby, but in the past our financial situation meant that it wasn't practical. However, now he is a tenured professor at the university, that wouldn't be a problem. He would be very happy to bring the child up as his own, and he wouldn't love it any less than his own children, and I know that Gemma and Nicola would love to have a baby brother or sister.” Oliver looked thoughtful, and the said that he was very touched by my suggestion, but that he would like time to think it over. After a few more moments lost in thought, he went on to say that he would let me have a decision by the end of August. In the meantime we agreed that I would visit him in his London flat for the weekend every few weeks, when we could get to know each other better, talking and making love. You have heard the rest of the story from Bill, how a year later I gave birth to our beautiful daughter Eleanor, and then a couple of years after that, how Oliver met Francine, the girl of his dreams, fell in love and made her his wife. Some people might find our unusual family arrangements surprising, or even shocking, but all I can say is that there has never been even the slightest hint of jealousy, and that we are still very happy and contented all these years later. ...