Claire's Conception - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Claire's Conception - Part 2

... How you’d really react if you thought I had already been unfaithful to you – whether you would change from urging me on to hating me!” I stared at the ceiling for a moment, my hand on my wife’s flat tummy. “But you ARE all right about what happened in the end? You don’t hate me now?” she asked, sounding a little unsure. “I could never hate you,” I insisted, “and as you say, I urged you to do it. I doubt you’d have gone all the way if I hadn’t encouraged you so much.” “And I did go all the way,” she said, “further than even I expected!” She looked rueful for a minute, her hand covering mine on her belly. “What if I’m pregnant?” she asked in a soft, low voice. “Do you think you could cope with it? You know how I feel about abortion!” Indeed I did know. As a good Catholic, it was one of things she felt most passionate about. I thought silently about it for almost a whole minute, my head spinning, before replying. “I think I can handle it. We wanted more kids anyway and it’s not as if I didn’t know.” It was Claire’s turn to stop and think before stating: “Our families will wonder what happened. They know you had a vasectomy.” “So do a lot of people,” I replied, “there will be quite a few eyebrows raised if he has knocked you up. We’ll just have to lie. Say it failed. Say… I don’t know what but we’ll think of something.” There was another long pause, the silence broken only by the muffled sound of cartoons on the TV before I finally plucked up the courage to ask the question to ...

... which I really feared knowing the answer. “Claire?” I asked cautiously. “I wondered how long it would take you to ask,” she replied as if reading my mind. “You really want to know?” I nodded as I braced myself for the truth. “Well, Simon is young and fit and strong and has an amazing body. For a youngster he’s surprisingly good in bed. He made me... oh, realise what I might have missed out on by staying a virgin so long, but…” “But?” “But love and experience are everything. I let him fuck me because I love you, as well as just for my own pleasure. That must make you understand how I feel about you.” I lay back and smiled. It was better than I had feared. “Last night afterwards you were so… so… animal it was almost scary,” she continued, “it made me feel good that it brought you so much passion and pleasure. And besides, I make love with you and that’s quite different from just fucking.” It was enough reassurance for me. It was more than I deserved. We lay together until we heard the sounds of the kids in the kitchen, squabbling. My mind picturing the millions of Simon’s tiny sperm still wriggling and swimming within my wife’s lovely body, seeking the egg that just might be waiting. Eventually we rose and donned our bathrobes before going into the kitchen to make tea. It seemed strange to be acting so normally but after a while, the practicalities of being a family began to take over. After breakfast with the kids – in front of the TV as a special treat - we showered and dressed ...