Claire's Conception - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Claire's Conception - Part 2

... prevent any further titillation of her most private parts. But this hadn’t worked. The feel of cool air on her bare legs and damp vulva had aroused her still further and she had felt compelled to change once again before picking up the kids from school, this time into a longer skirt and tights. But by now her vulva was so inflamed that even this couldn’t take her attention away from her arousal and she was on her fourth pair of panties for the day when Simon arrived home. From the moment she opened the door, she had known the outcome was inevitable. In his skin-tight shorts and close fitting top, Claire had found him utterly irresistible. Although she had greeted him with the usual peck on the cheek, then a short but passionate kiss on the lips, she had known she'd been lying to herself. She was going to fuck him. That night. In our house. She had tried to keep her distance during dinner with the kids, half worried that if she let him get too close, she'd tear off his clothes and hers, and fuck him there and then in front of them all. The clocks in the house ticked oh-so-slowly as she waited impatiently for the kids' bedtime to arrive, her inflamed vulva feeling the slightest movement of her panties or the touch of a chair against its lips. Then, finally, the kids were put into bed, stories read, doors closed. The moment had come. Claire told me she had calmly taken him by the hand and led him to our bedroom where, without a word, she began to undress in front of him. Simon ...

... had immediately taken the hint and within a minute they were both naked. Claire had lain down on the bed, her eyes never leaving Simon’s. She had spread her legs brazenly wide – something she had never done even with me - and told him to take her. No foreplay. No sensitivity. She wanted to be fucked. By him. Now. He had entered her in a single, deep, powerful stroke, all the way in until she felt the pressure of his swollen end against her cervix and his pubic hair ground against her mound. “Wow!” I gasped into the phone as she paused, stroking my painfully hard erection. “How did it feel?” “It felt… I can’t describe it... Oh God Tim! It was so amazing. Apart from you, it’s the only cock that’s ever been inside me…” Her voice trailed off again. “I think I cried a little. I kept thinking of you but still couldn’t stop myself.” “Did you cum?” “Almost during his first stroke!” “Did he cum quickly?” “Barely a dozen strokes later.” “Did he cum inside you?” A long pause, then a deep sigh. “Yes! Oh God yes!” “Oh Claire, you really, actually did it!” I almost cheered in my room. She told me in an exhausted voice how they had done it twice more during the evening before Simon had reluctantly gone to spend what was left of the night in his own bedroom. He had left only minutes before I called and her body was still wet and sticky with his semen. “So… is he good in bed?” I asked apprehensively. “Honestly?” “Honestly!” “You really want to know?” “Don’t tease me, Claire! At least, don’t ...