Claire's Conception - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Claire's Conception - Part 3

... Simon knocked me up...” And with that I could contain myself no longer. My body went into spasm and I began to ejaculate over my belly while in my mind I watched her young lover spurt his seed deep into my wife’s body. “Oh Claire…” I gasped as my spurting subsided, picturing Simon grinding his hips slowly against her soft smooth buttocks, his fingers digging deeply into her soft flesh, his cock pulsing within her as the last few spurts of semen passed from his body into hers. “That was amazing! I’ll have to rush back tomorrow before you cool down!” I gasped. There was humour in her voice as my wife replied. “I’ll be hot and waiting for you when you get here. All five of us will,” she said provocatively, referring both to our three kids and the unborn stepchild now growing in her belly, “you’ve been away too long!” “Well I’m not going away again for a few weeks so can make up for lost time.” I began to clean up the sticky mess on my tummy. “You didn’t cum, did you?” I asked hesitantly. “It doesn’t matter,” she replied quietly, “I enjoyed it anyway.” “Tummy too swollen?” I asked, remembering her three previous pregnancies. “Mmmm. Yes. It’s much bigger this time,” she mused unhappily. I pictured her fingers running over the soft swelling in her belly. “It’s hard to believe I’m only five months gone. Just look at me!” I laughed, wishing I could have looked at her. It was certainly true; her baby bumps with our three kids had been so small that she had been close to full term ...

... before they really showed. This time she had been forced into maternity clothes many months earlier and didn’t like it. “You look radiant and I love you,” I said, meaning it. That was certainly true; my lovely wife looked, if it were possible, even lovelier when she was pregnant. Her hair shone, her skin was perfect and she had a warm glow of fecundity that made men notice her in the street. I was always proud to be with her but never more than when her belly was swollen. “We shouldn’t be surprised if things are a bit different this time, should we?” I said. “What do you mean?” she asked. “I mean only half the DNA is the same, remember?” I expected a rebuke but instead her voice became distant, as if having just made up her mind on something important. “Tim,” she said, suddenly serious, “there’s something I need to talk to you about.” I tried not to frown at the sudden seriousness in her voice. “Something that couldn’t wait till I got home? That’s ominous!” I said in mock-concern. “You know we agreed that we would treat this baby exactly like the others; as if you were the father. That Simon would never know it’s really his child,” she began. “You were absolutely insistent as I recall,” I agreed. “Yes and I still am,” she said, “I’ve not changed my mind about that at all. But there’s some part of me that can’t just ignore the fact that this baby isn’t the same as the others; that it’s not actually your DNA growing inside me!” She was beginning to get agitated so I tried to calm ...