Claire's Conception - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Claire's Conception - Part 3

... before trying to drag him upstairs to play. It took all of Claire’s firmness to get them to go without him but eventually they went, leaving her and Simon in the kitchen to make a hot drink. I came down a few minutes later, having allowed them a short time alone. To delay any longer would have been suspicious so I made plenty of noise as I walked down the stairs and along the short corridor before entering the kitchen. The looks of guilt on their faces as I entered were unmistakeable, as if they had sprung apart from a deep embrace. Claire’s lipstick was slightly smudged and Simon’s hair was tousled but of course I was careful not to show I had noticed. “Great to see you again!” I said warmly as Simon and I shook hands. His arms were strong but I could feel him trembling just a little. We drank coffee and chatted about his smooth journey, my horrible journey to the airport and about his course which did not have long to run. “So you’ll be quite close by,” I observed when he told me about the relatively menial job he had been offered with a Premier League football club not far from our house. “We’ll get to see a lot more of you. Great!” I continued, trying hard not to look at my wife. Eventually I excused myself and went to see how the kids were getting on. The sounds from above had not been encouraging and I left at least half an hour before coming back downstairs, noisily as before. This time Claire and Simon were in the lounge, sitting together on the sofa, just far ...

... enough apart for there to be no clear ground to suspect impropriety, close enough for impropriety to take place easily if required. Claire’s face was a little flushed and the lower half of her top rumpled as if it had recently been lifted. “How about a beer?” I asked cheerfully. Simon agreed and a few moments later I returned to the lounge with a two cold beers and an iced Diet Cola for Claire. “Cheers!” I sat across from the studiously-separated pair and we chatted a while longer, the relaxed atmosphere resulting in their moving unconsciously closer until the side of Claire’s right leg was touching the side of Simon’s left. I pretended not to notice and simply kept the glasses filled until it was time for supper when I left them together again and called the kids down to help in the kitchen. They insisted Simon set the table with them as I cooked, and made a real fuss of him which he seemed genuinely to enjoy and which made Claire indulgently happy too. We sat and ate noisily, the kids having placed their mother and her ‘friend’ side by side around the rather cramped kitchen table so that their legs were necessarily pressed together. I thought I saw Simon squeezing my wife’s thigh at one point and she definitely held his fingers in hers but again, I was careful not show them I knew. After supper we all watched TV for an hour or so before I announced it was time the kids went to bed, insisting that they said their goodnights there and then rather than come downstairs in their ...