by Jane Price
I didn't have a fucking clue what the hell I should do about this, I realized with horror, and though Danny didn't say a single word about it whatsoever, I was certain that he could tell quite plainly as my belly inflated and my breasts became engorged, the nipples stretching out and turning from fleshy pink to a hardened, dark color. There was just no keeping this from him for any longer, if I wanted to have any hope in hell of picking up the shattered pieces of our marriage...
I told him about it, every single fucking word of it, tears rolling down along my cheeks as I did so, and the shame I felt evident in the redness of my cheeks as I described the entire affair in painful detail. I didn't try to rationalize it one bit, either, didn't try to shoulder some of the blame onto him or make it seem as though it had anything to do with shortcomings on his part as a husband. It was all fucking me to blame.
By the time I was finished speaking, spilling my guts to Danny and looking so drained that he might have wanted a divorce based on my blubbering appearance alone, he sat staring at me with an expression of utter calm upon his face. I actually had to do a sort of double take as though to ensure I was seeing him correctly.
When his expression still did not change I started to feel just a little bit fearful. Thinking that this was some sort of calm before the storm type of deal. For all I knew, he was about to go completely postal on me and rip me a fucking new one, and in that moment I'm not sure I really would have blamed him all that much for it, either.
But still, he remained completely and unshakably serene, and when he at last spoke up, the eeriness of his voice sent chills along my spine and made me feel like dissolving into a fucking puddle.
“I know...” he said calmly.
And as the two simple syllables passed forth from his lips, my jaw just about hit the fucking floor. I wondered if I was certain that I had heard him entirely, but he continued simply, “I've been suspecting it for a long time, actually... I don't know how long it's been happening, but you started getting pretty obvious about it at some point and I had you tailed by a private eye. I found out all I needed to know and... Well... One time I even watched the two of you having sex in our bed from the closet...”
I opened my mouth, stunned, feeling like protesting at the invasion of privacy, but then realizing that I had no grounds to attack this man in any way whatsoever. If anything, I owed him a debt of gratitude for having not already booted me out onto the street on my ass at this point in the conversation, which would probably, be what I really deserved. I kept silent, though, zipping my lips, and felt my cheeks redden intensely with embarrassment and shame as the conversation continued.
“And so, here we find ourselves... In something of a pickle, I suppose you might say...” He smiled at this, even though there was nothing really funny about it, and I felt like slapping him across the cheek for it. But still, I kept my cool, and he sighed slightly and said, much to my horror, “Why don't you call Daryl over here and the three of us will discuss how we want to proceed...”
This was, mind you, the last thing that I really wanted to hear spoken to me in that moment. Like, I still hadn't gotten over the God-awful notion that Danny himself wasn't on the verge of detonation, and I half-suspected that he might just whip out a damn handgun on Daryl the moment he walked in the front door.
Much to my surprise, however, the discussion upon Daryl's arrival remained completely civil at first, and when at last it did devolve into sheer barbarism, it happened to be barbarism of a far more sexual nature than I might have imagined...
I don't even really know how the hell things deteriorated so rapidly into what they did. Like, I've run through it a million times in my mind and I'm still not totally sure what led to what, or how things got so damn perverse so very, very quickly. But whatever the case may have been, be it the eroticism of my pregnancy by one of the two men and the lack of knowledge as to who the real father happened to be, or whether it was some sort of hormonal thing as a result of the pregnancy itself that got the two men aroused by me, I promptly found myself being whisked into their two sets of arms, ravished on multiple fronts by their two eager, aroused bodies, and my own so overwhelmed by the suddenness of it that I could hardly stand it.
The two men kissed and caressed and ravished my swollen body in a manner that was mind-blowing. I found that they struggled between their almost violent desires for me and their wish to treat me with delicacy in order to maintain the precious cargo inside. We made out in a slow, agonizing, and sheer light-headed circuit.
With Danny's lips on mine, his tongue piercing back toward my windpipe and his saliva flowing readily into my open mouth. Then my lips on Daryl's, his taste notable and distinct in contrast with Danny's own. Filling me up with his own very particular set of frenzied emotion, and driving me crazy with lust. And then, astonishingly, Danny and Daryl ended up kissing one another as well.
Locking lips as though it was as natural a progression as any, and pulling their radiant bodies into one another. Their cocks bulged through the crotches of their pants and jabbed at one another in a manner that got me achingly wet for the two of them. Bowled over as I was by their apparently hidden bisexuality- I'm not even completely sure whether the two of them even knew about it, really...
And inevitably, the kissing would eventually swoop back around to me, the two men sliding their palms across my pregnant stomach as our bodies heated up, touching me with such fucking reverence that I might have been an outright goddess in their presence. I began to moan, to swoon desire for my two beasts of men, and soon the three of us were dissolving outright from our clothes. Shirts, blouse, pants, leggings, boxers, and at last my bra and panties came fluttering to the floor of Danny and I's bedroom.
The three of us naked and sweaty and with our bare flesh pressed hotly up against one another. Daryl stood behind me, massaging my shoulders and running kisses up and down along the course of my neck. All the while grinding his cock up and down between the sweaty, agonized cheeks of my ass, driving me absolutely up the fucking wall with anticipation. Danny, meanwhile, was in front of me, his own prick jabbing up against my swollen belly and his hands on my engorged nipples.
He squeezed them greedily, hardening and sensitizing them as I moaned like a fucking bitch, the air seeping from my lungs stoppered only by the placing of his lips onto mine, feeding on the exhaled carbon dioxide as though in support of his life itself.
After some time of allowing myself to be ravished in this oh so sweet fashion. I at last stepped out from between the two of them. Promptly, Daryl and Danny were back on one another. Their first experiences touching another naked man to my limited knowledge, but their apparent expertise in the matter seeming no worse off for it regardless of the fact. They made out wildly, the two potential fathers of my child lapping and licking and wrestling tongues with one another, the tips of their engorged cocks jousting together and bouncing, swaying, jiggling wildly.
I began to touch myself passionately to the site of their muscular bodies entwined in this manner, sliding my fingers through the wet, aroused folds of my pussy and squeezing my nipples in between my fingertips. It was then I decided, however, that I could involve myself in their love with a bit more of a direct approach. Soon I was squatting down in between the two of them, lowering my pregnant anatomy down to the floor, and extending out both of my arms.
I seized a firm hold of both men's cocks in each hand, and began to stroke them madly, pumping the shafts of their erect penises as intensely as I could at my present angle, and parting my jaws wide to receive them each in turn. I leaned in, and began to swallow each man's long, veiny penis to its base.
Slurping them up tip to testicle down my gullet. I savored the alternation between race and size from one man to the other, Danny, Daryl, Danny, Daryl, white, black, white, black, twisting their veiny erections so deep down along my throat that I practically gagged myself on the fucking things.
At last I smothered myself one final time against each of the man's pelvises
, almost astonished that they somehow avoided ejaculating all over my fucking face, and then at last I pulled off of them, with their erections now coated in a thick sticky film of saliva from my throat.
I stood shakily up, licking the goo from my lips and my big tits jiggling as I rose to my full height. No sooner had I fully risen, however, than I caught my two luscious sex partners eyeballing me luridly. Each with a look in his eyes that I could not possibly mistake for anything other than the most devious of intentions. Then, sexily enough, each man licked his lips at me at precisely the same moment, making me feel surrounded by this gloriously breeding brood of vipers...
They took me by the arms, and led me over to the bed as though I might somehow need some sort of help and couldn't get there on my own. The next thing I knew, I was on my hands and knees, spread out across the mattress and with my jaws wide open yet again. Danny rested on his knees in front of me with my lips around his cock.
Daryl mounted me from behind and proceeded to fuck me anally. It felt like all fucking hell as he came crashing into my ass again and again and again, each furious blast pushing me deeper and deeper into Danny's body, and shoving him further and further down along my lubricated windpipe.
After some time of this, we switched positions one final time, with Danny sprawling face-up on the bed, and me laid out on top of him like a blanket. Once again Daryl mounted me from behind, this time electing to take a far more direct route, penetrating my pussy instead of my asshole, his immense, veiny cock rubbing up directly against Danny's inside me, and the two of their combined girths and lengths stretching me out like you wouldn't fucking believe.
The two then proceeded to tear into me without a pretense of gentility, pounding my pussy with a fury that I heretofore could not have imagined. Stuttering and jackhammering up against my cunt and filling me with enough fucking sensation to drive me up the wall.
I savored the hot, sticky sliding of their shafts up against one another inside me, and when at last I feared I could take no more of their vaginal agony they slammed into me one final time. Careening insanely deep up my cunt, and sending me flailing over the edge. Both of them began to ejaculate at an insane rate, their cocks throbbing and spilling out a gush of hot, molten sperm all over my inside, pulse after pulse after pulse of the sweet, sticky stuff, filling me up, and sending me into the fucking heavens above with orgasm.
I moaned and groaned and shook from tit to toe with climax, stars flashing before my eyes and every nerve in my swollen body twitching like mad. And as I flew up to the ceiling of all carnal pleasure, I somehow knew internally, without a doubt, that no matter which of these men turned out to be the real father, I could rest assured that my baby would end up in good hands.
THE END
Wild Night
It had been years since Teresa had thought about James, and there he stood; in the coffee shop that she worked in, in their old college town, in a leather jacket while she was wearing an apron. Fate couldn’t possibly be more cruel. Teresa pulled aside one of the other young baristas and attempted to formulate a sentence, but looked over her shoulder and saw him approaching the register. She tossed the barista towards the register and escaped into the back room of the store.
Her mind quickly raced to all the possibilities of why he could be back in town. An old fraternity get together? She would have heard something from one of his friends in passing for sure. A party she didn’t hear of? Unlikely, but it was possible. Maybe an alumni get together? That could be it. She sent all those emails straight to spam anyway, she didn’t need the constant reminder of how long ago she graduated. While she loved her time in college, the last thing she wanted to do was run into James after everything she had said the last time they saw each other.
Teresa pulled out her phone, bringing up the messaging app and frantically typed a message to her best friend as she peeked around the corner of the doorway, trying to see if James had left or not. She had scrawled out a short message and double checked it quickly before sending it: “James is in town. In the coffee shop. Find out why.”
Shoving the phone back into her pocket, she peered around the corner into the lobby of the coffee shop again just in time to see James put the top back onto his coffee, stirring it a bit before he lifted it up to his lips. With his free hand he removed the sunglasses from his hair and placed them back onto his face, glancing around the room slowly.
Teresa stared intently at his profile, somewhat obscured by his short, reddish beard, but the strong jaw line still prominent. She noticed that he was growing his beard back too. It reminded her of when they were together. Instinctively her fingers could almost feel it, the thick, curled brown hair tangling itself between her fingers. It was something she remembered vividly from when he used to-
Just then a hand reached out and grabbed her shoulder, snapping her out of the day dream. She spun around to find the cold gaze of her manager. Knuckle tattoos and all gripping her slightly shaking shoulder. She took a moment to steady her breathing before she met her gaze. As she did, the cold gaze seemingly turned her to stone.
“Why aren’t you on your register,” the manager questioned as she looked over Teresa’s shoulder into the lobby. Her eyes immediately fell on James. Looking back at Teresa’s now downcast eyes her stony gaze softened into a smile. “Darling, if I allowed every person that was trying to avoid an ex take a 5 minute break no one would get any work done around here,” she looked at James again as he held the door open for another guest.
“But if all my exes looked like that I wouldn’t be avoiding them.” The manager tapped her on the back and prodded her back out towards her register.
******
“No, I honestly don’t know why he’s back in town and I don’t know why you think I would be the one to know it.” Liz is seated on a worn out futon in a small, studio apartment. Teresa is pacing around the room with a glass of red wine in one hand, the bottle in the other, liquid sloshing around in both.
“I mean, I might have heard that he was moving in with Mike because he got a job teaching, but that’s just a rumor and I can’t confirm or deny that,” Liz trailed off at the end of that statement, speaking more into her wine glass than at her friend. Teresa spun on her heels so fast she nearly spilled the contents of the wine glass all over her and the small rug in the center of the room.
“He’s moving here, like back to town. When?”
“Technically, I think it’s ‘moved’.” Liz said sheepishly, once again protecting her face with the wine glass. Teresa ran to the futon and slumped into the seat beside her, wine sloshed out slightly onto the futon. She absently wiped it away as she looked into the distance.
“Well now what do I do? I should get a new job. No, I need move,” Teresa exclaimed, taking a swig from the bottle, ignoring the glass. She smiled coyly and turned to Liz. “We need to move.” Liz shook her head, mouth full of wine. “Come on, we always said that we should move after college, let’s do it.” Swallowing her wine, Liz looked back at Teresa.
“No, I don’t need to do anything,” she looked away, “and plus, that was something you said you would do with James, never with me.” Teresa sighed and stood up, beginning to pace the room again. “All joking aside though, what are you going to do?” Liz’s eyes followed Teresa as she walked back and forth through the room.
“In my personal opinion I think you should just-” Teresa pointed her finger at Liz to get her to stop and her eyes screamed ‘don’t say another word.’ Liz paused for a moment, but continued. “Call him.” Teresa groaned obnoxiously loud and looked at Liz sarcastically.
“And tell him what, Liz?” Teresa took a pull from the bottle of wine. “That the company I took the job with went bankrupt? The same job that I chose over him? The job that drove him to move away?” Teresa took another swig from the bottle.
“And that now, I work at some coffee shop, where I’m just a barista, and that half the people I work with aren’t even old enough to drink?” She put the bottle
to her lips only to find that it’s empty. She glanced down at the glass, still full of wine and took a sip of that instead. She tossed the bottle onto the floor beside the futon as she sat down.
“That just seeing him brought me back to the moment we met, even though I had gotten so good at forgetting about him and moving on.” Liz and Teresa sat in silence for a few moments, contemplating, each sipping from their wine glasses and sighing.
“Well, I probably wouldn’t start there,” Liz said laughing.
****
Teresa was always one to sleep with a comforter, regardless of the weather, but something about the way the wine hit her made her decide to only sleep with just the sheet. The thin cotton hugged her body perfectly, one naked leg escaped the embrace, the cool air of the fan caused goosebumps to cascade over her body.
Just as she dozed off she heard her bedroom door creak open. Under any other circumstance she would have been nervous but the red wine took hold and lulled her to sleep.
Only a short time later however she awoke to the gentle caress of hands on her exposed leg, the fingertips delicately dancing across the mountain range of goose bumps. She giggled slightly and the fingers stopped, replaced by lips. If there were a spot of her leg that didn’t have a goose bump before, they certainly did now.
