Claire's Conception - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Claire's Conception - Part 3

... leaving a single ‘welcome’ light on in the hall for when I eventually returned. I was surprised therefore to see the lights on in the lounge as I drew up outside the house and even more surprised when the front door opened and my lovely wife stood in the hallway in her dressing gown, waiting to greet me. After the usual welcome kiss and cuddle, Claire led me into the kitchen and made tea while asking about my trip. From the superficiality of her questions and her lack of attention to my answers I could tell that she was going through the motions, waiting for her opportunity to tell me something. Eventually judging she had played the ‘interested wife’ for long enough, she turned with her back to the fridge and, somewhat nervously announced. “He’s coming next month!” “Who’s coming?” I asked, my brain fuddled from jetlag. “Simon. I asked him and he’s coming to stay the weekend.” “Wow! Claire! You don’t waste any time do you?” She blushed. “Well I thought…” “You thought I might change my mind so you set it up straight away!” She nodded sheepishly. “He’s coming on Friday evening and leaving on Sunday afternoon. It’s not long but we’ll all have a day and a half together,” she said brightly, ‘and there are two whole nights too!’ I had thought that myself. “Does he know I’ll be away?” I asked. “Yes. I don’t think he would have dared come otherwise,” she said as she led me upstairs to our bedroom, leaving my packed bags in the hallway. We undressed each other and made love on the ...

... clean sheets. Her body was smooth, silky and warm. I adored the feeling of her baby bump pressed against my tummy as I mounted her and penetrated her slowly and carefully until I could feel the head of my cock press firmly against her distended cervix. It felt incredible; the knowledge that the child within her womb was not mine added so much to my arousal but took absolutely nothing away from the love I felt for this extraordinary woman. *** For me the time to Simon’s visit passed very quickly, thanks mostly to a series of food scares that required my full attention and a lot of travel. When the day came, my flight to Brazil was booked for the Friday lunchtime and Simon was due to arrive early that evening. I noticed that Claire had been quietly preparing herself for his arrival. She had taken care to keep herself in shape since sporty Simon had first visited us but had been visiting the gym much more often since the new arrangement had been made and had taken great care of her clothes, skin, nails and hair too. She looked simply amazing, pregnancy or not and I felt very proud to be with her. It wasn’t until the Thursday night when we made love with our usual ‘Simon’ fantasy that I realised that in less than twenty-four hours I would be thousands of miles away and, whatever she had said, it was a near-certainty that my wife’s wonderful vagina would be full of another man’s semen. *** My taxi was booked for Friday morning to take me to the airport. I had said goodbye to Claire ...