1. Claire's Conception - Part 3


    Date: 9/30/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: JennyGently, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    expected none. Satisfied, I fell into a rather troubled post-climactic sleep. 01:53 I was woken by the thumping beginning again, this time less frantically, building gradually to a long-lasting fast pulse against the wall and long, low muffled moans – this time from two voices rather than just Claire’s – ending some time later in a gentle slow-down rather than a hard, fast climactic assault. My sleepy brain pictured my wife, arms and legs wrapped around her lover in deep embrace as he inseminated her for a second time, this time sweetly and lovingly, his pulsing cock softening within her. There was silence again. It took nearly half an hour for me to fall asleep, my troubled mind awash with so many images, but eventually I slept fitfully until... 03:02 Oh my God! Not again! Did that boy need no sleep? The renewed ‘thump thump’ on the wall woke me for a second time, slower than the last but still insistent, permitting no sleep. Amazed at my their stamina, I listened carefully as he took her for at least the third time that night, slower and more gently than either of the previous two penetrations. Try as I might, I couldn’t hear Claire’s voice at all. I pictured her lying on her back, exhausted, eyes dazed or closed, allowing Simon to have his way with her limp body without co-operation or resistance. The thumping quickened and the sound of a single male voice in muffled ecstasy came through the wall followed by a silence that this time lasted until the early alarm woke me. ...
    *** When I went downstairs early the next morning in my dressing gown, the house felt strangely silent but I knew the kids would wake soon. I quickly tidied up and made myself tea, filling a large mug with the hot liquid, and sat at the kitchen table, sipping it slowly, trying to understand what had happened and how I felt. Being in the house and listening to the real life sounds of my wife being fucked had been so, so different from just hearing about it over the phone or even seeing the aftermath as had happened the only other time she had strayed from the path of fidelity. Knowing that it was all happening just the other side of a thin bedroom wall merely feet from my straining ears had been both incredibly arousing and unbearably painful at the same time. Fear, jealousy, anger and massive arousal had all washed over me in waves as I listened to her sweet body being freely taken by this young man time and again, confirming me in my role of helpless cuckold. I had known that the mother of my children, already pregnant by another man, was about to receive yet more of his sperm and that all I had to do to prevent it was get out of bed and walk no more than fifteen feet down the landing to where they lay. And yet I had been quite unable to move; paralysed; incapable of doing anything but listen to my place being taken by a younger, stronger, more fertile man; a man she had chosen to possess her body last night rather than give herself to me, her husband. And she was still there, ...
«12...121314...1819»