Journey into Cuckoldry - Cloud Nine - Sex Stories

Journey into Cuckoldry - Cloud Nine

... before she dropped the bombshell. “Oh, and did you know your best friend’s pregnant!” she said in an unconvincingly casual manner. “What?” I exclaimed in astonishment, stopping dead in my tracks. I must have misheard her. “Carmen,” she continued, speaking slowly as if to an imbecile, “she’s having a baby; up the duff; in the club!” “You’re kidding!” I said, unable to believe my ears. “No, I’m not kidding. She told me they’ve been trying for a baby for a few months,” Alice continued as my mouth dropped open in astonishment, “and she thinks she might just be pregnant already.” My head span. Carmen pregnant? That extraordinary, womanly body might actually have a baby growing inside it? Oh my God! “Wow!” was all I could say, “um... how pregnant is she? How many weeks?” “Well she thinks she’s about a month gone so she’s keeping it quiet. Not even Steve knows yet, but she said she had to tell someone and she thought I would understand!” “Wow!” I mumbled a second time. “She said it was ok to tell you because she knows you can keep a secret.” My mind was buzzing; the simplest of mental arithmetic told me that if Carmen was right, then she must have conceived around or during our long weekend in Spain. Suddenly a few things began to fall into place; her extraordinarily high state of arousal on that holiday; her desperate need for an orgasm that night; her uncharacteristic gratitude that I hadn’t fucked her properly even though she would probably have let me; all these made a lot more ...

... sense now. Carmen must have been off birth control for months and would have been fertile all that week! “Is... is she happy about it?” I asked. “Deliriously happy by the look of her,” Alice replied, “though she’s not looking forward to getting bigger.” “I’ll bet!” I agreed, remembering how important her appearance was to her. “I can’t imagine her as a mother, she’s so, well, sexual.” Alice smiled knowingly. “People are surprising, Cucky-Boy. It’s not that long since you could only imagine me as a housewife and mother. Now look at us!” I watched my lovely wife as she finished the washing up and helped me put the clean pots away before we joined the kids in the lounge. She was, as usual, quite right. *** The coffee shop was very busy for a Monday morning and it took me a few minutes to locate Carmen in the crowd. On hearing Alice’s news I had immediately sent a text message to congratulate her on her good luck and she had immediately suggested that she and I had coffee the following morning, something I was always pleased to do. I finally noticed her in a small booth against the quiet back wall and waved from the queue. She waved back, smiled then continued her conversation with a young mother who was sitting opposite her, the push chair next to the bench seat almost blocking the aisle. Five minutes later as I carried two foaming cups towards the booth, the young woman stood up and began to bring their chat to an end. “Hi,” Carmen greeted me with a brief peck on the cheek and ...