Claire's Conception - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Claire's Conception - Part 2

... imagining you two together is almost making me cum!" I said. “It’s no sin if I say it’s okay, is it? Just make sure you tell me all about it!” "I'm not going to let him fuck me!" she said before she hung up abruptly, leaving me to finish myself off all alone, my head spinning. The next night was Tuesday and I called quite late. “Well? Did you do it?” I asked eagerly. “What happened?” “We put the kids to bed as usual...” “Go on!” I urged. “I undressed myself before doing it to him this time.” “Did you let him touch you again?” “I wouldn't let him touch my pussy, but he could tell how wet I was between my thighs.” “Did he touch you at all?” I insisted. “Oh yes!” “Where?” “Mostly my boobs and my bum.” “Did you cum?” “No. Whenever I got close to coming, I made him stop." "Is his cock big?" I asked. “You already asked me that!” “Tell me again… please!” I insisted. "He's longer than you, but skinnier. I can get all of him down my throat if I really try," she said. "When he cums, is there a lot of semen?" I asked. "Loads! It’s hard to swallow it all!“ "You swallowed?” “Yes I swallowed.” “ Wow! Just imagine how it would feel spraying onto your cervix!" I said. "I've proved that I can resist fucking him, and I'm hanging up now," she said, then hung up, leaving me to finish myself off alone. On Wednesday night, I got a 'busy' tone when I called. It was still busy when I called again in ten minutes. I called periodically until eleven o'clock Brazil time which was around three a.m. in ...

... London when Claire finally picked up the phone. "Tim, is that you?" she asked, her voice sounded dreamy as if she was half drunk or half asleep. "Yes," I replied. There was a long pause. "We did it," she stated simply, her words definitely slurred. "You fucked him," I said. "Oh yes," her voice was soft and gentle, “and he fucked me. God! He fucked me!” “Is he still there?” “No. He’s in his bedroom. I didn’t want the kids to know.” My chest was tight and my heart was thumping with fear and excitement. "Then tell me all about it," I demanded, “From the beginning.” “But Tim...” she began to protest. “You promised me, Claire,” I insisted. She sighed then, with many long breaths and pauses, reluctantly told me about her day. After the previous evening’s close encounter, Tuesday night for Claire had been filled with erotic dreams. She couldn’t or wouldn’t tell me the details but when she woke up on Wednesday morning and gone into the shower, she had felt a heat between her thighs that she hadn’t felt for a long time. She had managed not to touch herself, hoping that keeping sex off her mind during the day would help her resist Simon in the evening. However, she had been denied a proper orgasm for several days and her pussy seemed constantly aroused and wet. She had had to change her panties after taking the kids to school, the rubbing of her tight jeans being too arousing for her sensitive vulva. She had had to change them again before lunch. This time she had put on a short skirt to ...