Claire's Conception - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Claire's Conception - Part 2

... me over the arm of the sofa too.” I loved the crude way she spoke about it; so unlike the Claire I had known for so long. “Wow, Claire. Was it good?” “Mmmm.” “Did you cum?” “Mmmm.” “Was that all?” “We had one last fuck in our bed.” There was our usual pause during which I rubbed my erection faster and faster. “Tim?” “Ugh… ugh…what honey?” “Tim, there are stains everywhere now and the kids must be wondering what’s going on. You know how they think I’m obsessed with cleaning up.” Oh my God! My erection actually hurt it was so hard. “Why are you whispering?” I asked. “Because he’s still here; he’s sleeping in our bed with me as if it’s his last night.” “What about the kids?” “He’ll get up really early, before they wake up. Don’t worry; the door’s locked too.” “Will you fuck him again?” “I don’t know. Maybe. I’m so sore.” “Claire?” “What?” “This is real, isn’t it? It isn’t just another fantasy – a really, really good one?” “Can’t you tell?” “I think so but…” “Well you’ll have to keep guessing until you see me tomorrow. I’m going back to bed.” “With him?” “Oh God I hope so…” And she put the phone down. Alone in my hotel room I finished myself off quickly, my mind full of images of my lovely wife on our bed, her legs spread wide, Simon’s slim, toned buttocks moving up and down between them. And her cries of orgasm… I returned home on Saturday evening arriving just before dinner, London time. Claire and the kids picked me up at Heathrow airport, my wife wearing a short, brightly ...

... coloured summer dress. She looked fresh, sweet and innocent; a far cry from the sex-crazed girl I had spoken to on the phone during the week. I began to believe that the whole thing really had just been a fantasy she had dreamed up to enhance our phone sex. If it was, what a fantasy! I didn’t dare mention it for a long time, not with the kids in the back seat, but half way through the drive home, I reached across and stroked her bare thigh, casually feeling under her skirt as she drove. “Careful! I’m driving,” she scolded me jokingly, opening her thighs very slightly to allow my fingers better access but not too much. “Better wait till we get home.” I slid my fingers higher up her soft, smooth inner thighs. “You’re not…” I began. “..Not wearing any panties?” She finished my sentence for me in a whisper. “No Tim, I’m not.” My erection began to hurt as my trousers mercilessly contained it. Now I had to know the truth. “Simon?” I asked, leaving the word hanging. “Oh, he’s okay. He’s happy. They’ve offered him a job and he caught the ten o’clock train this morning. He’s probably having dinner with his Mum and Dad right now.” She drove on a while. “Did you kiss him Goodbye?” I asked, trying to keep my questions beyond the kids’ comprehension. “Oh yes. With the front door open. In my bath robe.” “Did anyone see you?” She seemed to think for a minute. “It was early. I don't think so. But I suppose they might have!" Oh God! “Have you…” I wasn’t sure how to phrase this question but ...