Claire's Conception - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Claire's Conception - Part 3

... pyjamas. When they had reluctantly gone upstairs I suggested that Claire and Simon took a walk in the evening air, perhaps along the riverside or down to the pub. I heard the front door close as I returned to the chaos three small children can create when getting ready for bed. *** It was after eleven when the door opened again and two figures tiptoed silently along the hallway. I put down my newspaper, turned down the TV and rose to meet them as they went into the kitchen and the kettle sprang into life. “Have a nice time?” I asked, looking carefully at the two love-birds, “where did you get to?” “Down to the river,” Claire said, “it got cold so we went to the pub for a drink. Then we just walked through The Gardens.” “It’s lovely there...” Simon added, not realising that The Gardens were known locally as an infamous place for couples to meet and, well, do what couples do after dark! Claire of course knew this full well and knew that I knew it too. She smiled and I understood she was sending me a message. I looked closely at my wife. Her lips were slightly puffy and her voice slurred as if she had spent too long kissing. I remembered the post-disco numb-lipped feeling from my youth, and the fumbled groping that usually accompanied it. I looked at her clothing. Her leggings were too tight for any wrinkles to show but her top was definitely far more rumpled than it had been earlier. A strange feeling of jealousy, mixed with a large dose of arousal washed over me. “I’d ...

... better hit the sack,” I told them, “the kids will be up early as usual and it’s my turn to get up tomorrow.” I turned to Simon. “I’m pleased you had a good time tonight. There’s a lot more fun to be had too! Goodnight!” I turned to look at Claire. “See you…?” “I’ll be up in a minute,” she smiled and I climbed the stairs alone. *** It was a full half hour later when Claire slipped into our bedroom. My eyes had grown accustomed to the near darkness so I could easily see the flushed, guilty look on her face and her badly creased clothes. Her bra was in her hand, held behind her back in the forlorn hope I wouldn’t notice it. She dived quickly into the en-suite bathroom. The door closed, the light clicked on and there were sounds of movement. A short while later she emerged and her body language told me all I needed to know. Eyes lowered but strangely challenging, she stammered: “Tim, I…” “Have you fucked him?” I asked in a cool voice. “No... Well, not actually fucked yet,” she replied “But you want to?” “Yes. Yes, Tim, I do want to!” “Do you want to go to him now?” I asked, my voice low. Claire nodded sheepishly and I turned on the bedside lamp. “I’m sorry,” she said, blinking and still not looking me in the face, “I just have to. You see I…” “It’s okay, really it is.” I interrupted again, “I understand.” She raised her head and smiled. I could see small tears forming in the corner of her eyes; my heart ached and I was suddenly aware of a painfully-constrained erection tangled in my ...