Claire's Conception - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Claire's Conception - Part 2

... Claire appeared to understand me. "Douched? Not since yesterday morning," she said. Jesus! “And I haven’t showered today either.” Mary and Joseph! “And are you using...?” I whispered hesitantly. “A tampon?” She mouthed the word so the kids wouldn’t hear. “You’ll have to wait and find out!” “Oh my God!” We drove on in silence, my head spinning. When we arrived home and stepped inside the front door, all my questions were answered immediately. The house absolutely reeked of sex! It was faint but unmistakable in the hallway, but grew stronger and stronger as we went further into the building. God! I thought to myself. Just how many times had they done it? My beautiful, innocent wife had actually done it! She had actually been unfaithful in our own house! And I had urged her to do it! The kids went back to watching TV which kept them occupied while Claire took my hand and led me silently through the house pointing out the places they had made love. There was little to see and, were it not for the smell in my nostrils, I could have still believed the whole thing was just an amazing fantasy. There was a very suspicious stain on the sofa which she took great trouble to point out to me, but even that wasn’t conclusive proof of infidelity. Still I couldn’t take my eyes off it. The uneasy feeling persisted throughout dinner; the kids noisily eating only feet away from what might be clear evidence that their mother had been wildly fucked by her lover over and over again. It was hard ...

... to concentrate on anything else. “What are you staring at, Daddy?” my daughter asked sweetly, snapping my attention back to the meal, at least temporarily. I mumbled something ridiculous and tried hard to chat about inconsequential family things while Claire looked across the table at me with a sweet quizzical look on her face. Family things... After what seemed an age, we finally put the kids to bed. As I wished them sweet dreams and closed the door behind me, I realised that the moment of truth had finally arrived. Claire calmly took my hand and led me silently across the landing to our bedroom. She unlocked the door and opened it. The pungent smell of stale sex smell hit me full in the face. I looked across at Claire who stared straight back, unashamed. Bewildered, I stepped into the room and heard her close the door behind us, turning the key in the lock with a distinct click. I looked around the once familiar room, my nose wrinkling at the powerful aroma. The floor was strewn with Claire’s discarded clothes, a short red dress, a pair of stockings, two pairs of high heeled shoes. A pair of silk thong panties was draped over the bedside table. I looked at the bed – our bed. The bedspread was on the floor across its end. The under sheet was stained and rumpled; the top sheets also stained and tangled every which way. I crossed to the mattress and ran my fingers over one of the sheets, feeling the crispy dried stains in my hand. This was no fantasy! I will never forget the ...