Summer Swing
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I went back downstairs.
“So what are we going to do?” Lena was whining.
Marie and Claire seemed amused. “Cards?” my wife suggested. “Parcheesi?” offered Claire.
“Strip Parcheesi?” Lena suggested hopefully.
The girls laughed. Brad came in from the deck, sweating from his run.
Claire answered, “Sorry, Hotpants. Just some boring couples here now.”
“Fine,” Lena huffed. She whipped off the tee shirt and tossed it at Brad. “This is yours. I’m leaving.”
Brad and I couldn’t help but follow her shapely ass as she stomped up the stairs.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asked sheepishly.
Claire chuckled. “Afraid you wore her out, Honey.”
Brad wasn’t sure whether to be remorseful or proud. I chuckled. The girls laughed.
***
Lena managed to arrange a ride back to DC, and Claire, Brad, Marie, and I settled in for the last three days of our vacation.
We played cards and drank wine… and slept with our own spouses in our own marital beds. There was a lot I wanted to talk to Marie about, but I wasn’t sure how. And after the first day, it became harder and harder to see how to broach the topic, whatever the topic really was.
Finally, though, on our last night, the four of us walked on the beach talking books and movies and other ordinary topics. At one point, Brad and Claire waded ankle deep into the surf, his arm wrapped around her waist. Marie and I continued on, though now in silence.
“What happens now?” I asked.
It wasn’t really the question I wanted to pose, but even after a few days, I still couldn’t quite find the words to express my… what… concerns? Lack of understanding? Did I feel jealous or just blindsided? Manipulated or surprised? Worried or uncertain? What had even really happened? But that all seemed fuzzy, and so the best I could do was ask about the future.
“What do you want to happen?” she replied.
I wanted to chide her for answering a question with a question, but then I saw that it was an answer in its own way. I don’t know if she meant it that way, but the way I took it was that what happened now was, at least in part, up to me, though I knew it wasn’t quite that simple. But how to get at that without seeming like I was accusing her of lying? I punted.
“I want to make babies with you,” I replied.
She laughed. “That’s always been the plan, Love Bear.”
***
She rode me slowly, slowly, eyes closed, working every inch of my cock with her tight, wet, pussy. She pressed on my chest with her fists. I squeezed her tight ass. I thought of Lena and Claire, and I knew she was thinking of Brad and C.J… especially C.J. But that was okay. She was with me, and I was with her. She came beautifully, a gentle shudder and a throaty moan, her pussy clenching my prick. I came inside her, and she quickly rolled over on her back.
“We’ve wasted enough of that,” she said with a grin.
“More than enough.”
EPILOGUE
I was checking on the pork shoulder I had in the smoker. I’d gotten up at 5am to get it started, and it was now almost ready. It was the centerpiece of our Labor Day barbeque. Claire and Brad were coming, of course. Jack and Bren and their baby. A few other neighbors.
Marie came out on the deck. My eyes were drawn first to the cleavage peeking out of her v-neck sweater, then to her face. She was pale.
“You okay?” I asked.
Wordlessly she raised her hand and showed me something. It was a small, piece of white plastic with hard to read markings. It took me a moment to realize what I was seeing. A pregnancy test. And... two vertical stripes.
“You’re pregnant?”
She nodded wordlessly.
I wasn’t that surprised. Though I hadn’t put two and two together, I had been noticing her breasts more recently. The tittie fairy was putting in a visit.
“That’s great!” I said with a big smile as I pulled her into a hug.
“Um, Love Bear….” she began.
I heard the gate to our backyard open. We turned to see Claire and Brad entering. Claire strode quickly toward Marie.
Before my wife could speak, Claire blurted out, “I’m pregnant.”
“We are too!” I said happily.
The girls turned and glared at me.
“What?” Then, “Ohhh.”
I looked at Brad. He was… grinning. Jesus, the guy was a bigger freak than I suspected even now.
Marie and Claire were again facing each other. “Are you worried?” asked Marie.
“Of course,” Claire said.
I thought back to the week at the beach. I couldn’t remember for sure, but I didn’t think I’d finished in Claire’s vagina. Her ass, yes. Her mouth, double yes. For the first time ever, I consciously hoped that the other two had been as considerate with my wife as well. It was strange to be wishing that Brad and C.J. had come in her butt and on her tongue.
I looked at Claire. “You and I…. I thought we didn’t.” Then to Marie. “Did… you?”
She looked vaguely stricken. “I’m not sure. I don’t… think so.”
“It’s not that simple,” Claire interjected. “Even if everyone finished where they were supposed to… or rather didn’t finish where they weren’t supposed to… there was still a lot of swapping spit and seconds and….”
“There was come everywhere. In all their holes,” Brad explained cheerfully.
Claire slapped his arm. “Stop that, Idiot.”
“It’s still our baby,” he said.
Claire rolled her eyes. “See what I’m dealing with?”
Marie looked at me.
“Well, he’s right,” I said.
Now Marie rolled her eyes.
“Oh, hey, Lena,” Brad called out.
I groaned. She’d only cause more trouble. She approached Claire and Marie. She had a big grin on her face, as if she already knew the news. “Hey, Bitches.”
Marie cut her off. “Um, Lena, this isn’t—”
“I’m knocked up,” Lena interrupted.
Marie gasped in shock.
“Join the club,” I muttered.
“And I brought my new boyfriend,” Lena added. “Hope you don’t mind that I brought him.” She gestured toward the gate.
Even though I knew who it’d be before I saw him, I still groaned when C.J. walked into the backyard.
“He’s mine now, Sis,” Lena said with a smirk. “So no more sucking his cock.”
I looked at the others. Marie was even paler than before, her lips moving soundlessly. Claire seemed in shock. Only Brad seemed happy.
“Well,” Brad said, “looks like we’re all family now.”
I groaned. I guess we were.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I am your typical family man with a wife and kids and an overactive imagination. I am a longtime reader and author of erotic fiction. I write in genres that I find exciting and arousing. Most of my stories are in the naughty wife, wife-watching genre, though occasionally I venture into other subject matter.
I have written several pieces of longer-form fiction.
Two Sides of Terri
Tempting Terri
Taming Terri
Whatever it Takes
Honeymoon Hazards
The Surrogate Master
Dark Tide: An Interracial Adventure on the High Seas
Seven Dates: A Different Kind of Hotwife
Annual Leave
The Crush: An Affair in Three Parts
For more information on future projects, visit http://www.benboswell.com and my author page at Amazon. You can send me email at ben.boswell.author@gmail.com.
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