Claire's Conception - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Claire's Conception - Part 2

... feeling in my belly as I realised that it was far too late for second thoughts; my sweet, innocent wife had actually lived out our fantasy. My wife and the mother of my children had already been fucked by another man; for real, in our bed! She had been a slut; unfaithful, adulterous, had cheated on me and there was nothing either of us could do to change that. A potent mixture of jealousy, love, revulsion and arousal washed over me and made my constrained erection even more painful. A huge wave of emotion washed up and over me, all I could think of was that this woman was my wife – MY wife - and that I had to assert this claim above all other things. Barely in control, I turned to Claire whose face was a picture of uncertainty and anxiety but I no longer cared. Grabbing her by the upper arms I pulled her body hard against mine and began to kiss her passionately on the mouth. After the initial shock, she responded in kind and we kissed, mouths wide open, tongues entwined until our lips were numb, my erection pressed hard against her belly. And all the time, my hands were wildly groping her firm, fit body from the nape of her neck to her wonderful, tight buttocks. My heart pounded in my chest as I quickly and clumsily burst the buttons on her dress and dragged it off her shoulders and onto the floor. She was naked underneath. No panties. No bra. Her body showing clear signs of recent use – and not by me! I pushed her roughly back onto the rumpled, stinking bed and forced her ...

... legs apart with my knees, placing my body between them so she couldn’t close her thighs. The smell of stale sex emanating from her vulva was overpowering. I put a firm hand on each knee and firmly pressed her legs even wider apart. She winced audibly. Kneeling between her open thighs, I stared at my sweet innocent wife’s vulva. Tears began to run from my eyes as the evidence of her infidelity hit me like a sledgehammer. There were two – no three - knots of dried semen in her soft, sparse pubic hair, close to her slit. Her labia were very swollen and pink – I felt another huge wave of jealousy pass through me as I thought of another man’s cock plunging over and over into the warm, wet sticky passage that had hitherto known only mine. I stared at her puffy lips in amazement; a white cord hung down the dark gash below. Oh my God! I gasped, my eyes fixed on the tampon string. “You did it!” I said, amazed. Claire nodded sheepishly. “I thought it was what you wanted.” The perverted smile on my face must have strangely reassured her because her legs loosened a little around my waist. As she lay back on the bed, I half-stood and frantically unfastened my belt, lowering my trousers and pants to my ankles and releasing my throbbing erection. I knelt again between her open thighs and slowly, carefully, tugged the cord. Claire’s face screwed up in pain as I pulled. “Sore?” I asked in a whisper. She nodded. I pulled much more gently, teasing the white wad from her tight passage until, with ...