Claire's Conception - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Claire's Conception - Part 3

... apart from me, Simon was the only man Claire had ever slept with. The idea of a repeat performance between the two of them actually thrilled me more than I felt comfortable with but I tried to conceal my excitement – at least for the moment. “You’ve kept in touch with him, haven’t you?” I asked, knowing the answer would be positive. “Mostly on facebook and the odd message,” she replied, “I’ve tried to play the whole thing down. At first he called or texted every day but it’s fallen away a lot now. He might even have a girlfriend – I’ve seen a lot of pictures of him with a tall blonde girl.” I smiled inwardly. From her tone of voice it was clear that she was more than a little jealous of this mysterious blonde. I wanted to say that maybe now she had an idea how I felt thinking of her in bed with Simon but I wasn’t stupid enough say it aloud. Then an idea came to me. “Why don’t you invite him down for a weekend? Hasn’t he got a ‘reading week’ coming up next month? Most students have. I’m going back to Brazil for a few days. You could say you need help with the kids now you’re getting bigger and could he come down on Friday night like before. I’m sure he’d come if you asked.” Claire’s voice brightened. “You could be right. He probably wouldn’t come at all if he thought you would be home! He still thinks he seduced me, not the other way round.” “Then see him when I’m away, like last time,” I said, feeling myself getting aroused again. “If you really need to see him then you must ...

... see him. If just spending time with him is enough then I won’t have a problem. If you need to go all the way and fuck him again then I’ll have to deal with it like last time.” “What if he’s got a girlfriend?” “You’ve got a husband! You’re not asking him to marry you Claire. If he feels strongly then he won’t come but I suspect he’s desperate to see you again and, if you offer him the chance, he’ll take you to bed, girlfriend or no girlfriend.” “How can you be sure?” “I can’t be 100% sure but he’s a man and I understand men. I’m one myself – okay I’m a cuckold now, but I’m still a man ‘within the meaning of the act’. “And you’re sure it’s okay?” “Certain!” I said though deep inside I was far from certain. “Then I’ll email him now, before I lose my nerve!” “You do that. And I’ll see you for real tomorrow night. I’ll be quite late.” “You’re sure you don’t need me to meet you at the airport?” “I’m sure, but thanks. The taxi’s already booked.” “Have a safe trip.” “See you tomorrow. I love you, Claire.” “I love you too!” She hung up, leaving me in my hotel room with another erection and a head full of incredible images of my pregnant wife about to sleep with her young lover once again. *** Late the following evening when my taxi pulled up outside our home, the lights were still on. When I was travelling, we had an understanding that Claire would carry on her normal routine without waiting up for me. Delays are commonplace so it made sense for Claire just to let me get on with it, ...