1. Claire's Conception - Part 1


    Date: 4/30/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: JennyGently, Rating: 29, Source: LushStories

    shouted, "I'm so sorry, Tim! I didn't mean for it to happen. We’d split of bottle of wine at the bar and… I didn't expect it, but once he started kissing me, I just couldn’t help myself! Please don't be upset!" "I’m not upset… yet,” I replied as calmly as I could, “in fact you're making me hard!” I paused, listening to her breathing heavily on the other end of the line. God! She was a good actress. This scenario was amazing. “I want to hear more," I said, but Claire hurriedly continued her protests. "It's you I love, not Simon. It was a silly mistake that’s all," she said, "besides, I couldn't cheat on you." There was a longer pause. My mind raced. How I could make this great scenario even better. "Not even if I gave you permission?" I asked, the words bursting out before my brain could stop them. “What?” she asked in amazement. “What if I wanted you to... go further... with him?” “I don’t understand…” she said, her voice a little shaky. “If you knew for certain I wanted you to, would you want to do more with him?” There was a long pause. “But he’s just a boy,” she said in half-hearted protest. “I know, but… well, we both had the fantasy didn’t we...?” Another long pause. “I’ve never cheated on you, you know that?” She said. “I know,” I replied quickly, “and I’ve never cheated on you either. But it’s not cheating if I want you to do it, is it?” Claire didn’t reply. “Is it?” I insisted. “I know you’ve admired that body of his ever since he arrived, haven’t you?” There was a ...
    last long pause. “Claire?” I prompted. "Well, anyway, my period started today so nothing can happen this week," she said and after a few minutes more chat we progressed to our usual phone sex – only much, much more vivid and much, much more intense. Something had definitely changed! The next day at work was little better than the first, fire-fighting systems issues most of the day which prevented me thinking about Claire and our extraordinary conversation the previous evening. Blessedly, things all began to fall into line during the late afternoon and, after going for a few drinks with colleagues by way of reward, it was around eleven o’clock London time when I called home. By now my heart was thumping in my chest in anticipation and fear that she would have regretted our little game. I needn’t have worried. I settled naked on my bed before calling and after a few quick questions about the kids, I established that Claire was also nearly naked in bed with her toys to hand, before asking what had happened. Her voice was a little dreamy when she replied. “We kissed goodnight again.” “In the hallway?” “In the lounge this time.” “Is that all?” “We kissed a lot. My lips are numb.” “Did you let him touch you?” “Yes I did.” “Where did he touch you?” “On my boobs. I let him undo my blouse and flip up my bra.” “Did you enjoy it?” “Mmm. My nipples were very hard.” “Did he suck them?” “Yes.” “Did he touch between your legs?” “Only through my shorts.” “Did you get wet?” “Very.” Before much ...