Date: Wed, 20 May 2009 20:23:03 +0100 From: Nick <nakednick2@btinternet.com> Subject: Keeping it in the family - Part 3 WARNING: The following true story -- only the names have been changed - contains descriptions of bisexual/incestuous activity between adult relatives, activities which may be illegal in some jurisdictions or cause offence against some religious beliefs. Please do not read further if you are likely to be offended by its content or if it might be illegal in your country! * * * * With all the action the previous night, I had completely forgotten to set the alarm. I think it was Alison, still lying between Rob and I, who stirred first. It was just before 7.30am; she woke us up and insisted on a mutual cuddle before she allowed us lads out of the bed we all shared. By then, her extra provocation meant that our morning woodies were well established which provoked a comment from Alison that it was a pity to waste them! But waste them we had to, Rob and I went naked to our respective bathrooms. Alison hastily prepared some breakfast for us and we were out of the house by 8.15am after a slightly emotional farewell to me from Alison. Rob and I chatted during the short drive to work, acknowledging the happenings of the night before but with no real comment. He said expected to have to visit their Birmingham office in about three weeks and as usual would stay with Sarah and me. I was planning to be in Newcastle again is six weeks or so and would stay with them again. I was due to catch the six o'clock flight to Birmingham and Rob said he would drop me at the airport on his way home that evening. It was a busy day in the office, work only interrupted by a couple of quick coffee stops and a strange encounter in the Gents'. I had noticed several times that, Roger, a man of roughly my age, taller than me with fair hair seemed to be taking a lot of interest in me. He wore a wedding ring so I assumed it only to be a professional interest. He was standing at the urinal when I went in. As protocol in these matters dictates, I stood a couple of stalls down the row and took my dick out for a much needed pee. At that point, he stepped back displaying his large, uncut member, clearly for my attention. As I continued my business, it grew noticeably as he stroked its full length quite gently whilst looking in my direction. When I had finished my pee, I stepped back but playfully did not hurry to put my cock away, making sure he would get a glimpse but didn't say anything. Having zipped up and washed my hands, I went back to my desk and got on with the work in hand -- no pun intended! A couple of hours later, I needed to go to the toilet again. I was standing at my stall when Roger came in and stood next to me. As we went about our business, he said that several of the girls in the office fancied me but they thought I might be gay. As a married man whose bisexual interests were apparently well known in the office, he had been delegated to find out! I assured him I wasn't interested in men, adding that I wouldn't want to disappoint the girls, not being as well endowed as he was! Laughingly, he said he had noticed that already. Rob came about 4.15pm to take me to the airport. On the way, I mentioned the man-in-the-stalls. "That must be Roger" Rob said, adding that he lived near them and had something of a local reputation with both ladies and gentlemen, though Rob didn't go in to too much detail. He said he had spoken to Alison shortly before he picked me up; she was `in great form and on top of the world' -- to use his phrase. They were both so glad he had been able to unburden himself to me over the fertility issue and gave me his heartfelt good wishes that I was not similarly afflicted. He had also spoken to his specialist who would send me details of a colleague who practised at the Heart of England Hospital in Solihull; when I was ready, all I needed to do was make an appointment to see him. My short flight was going on time that evening, for a change, so Rob just dropped me at the departure door to the terminal, we made our goodbyes and he went home. By 6.50pm I was driving out of Birmingham International Airport, having left my car in the short-stay car park, only a stone's throw from the terminal. It was expensive but my employer was good at picking up the tab for such expenses, so who was I to complain? Soon after seven I was home; before I could put my key in the door, it flew open and Sarah greeted me as though I had been away for months. I could smell the dinner cooking and sensed that this was going to be a good evening. She had the table laid, the wine opened and said dinner would be ready shortly. I quickly washed and got changed into `something more comfortable' as she put it. We had a leisurely chicken dinner, lingered over the wine and were cleared up by nine o'clock. Sarah announced she was going to have a bath before bed. I unpacked, sorted out my papers for the next day and decided to have a shower. We reappeared in our dressing gowns -- in my case with nothing else -- almost simultaneously, had a night cap and went to bed. By the time I had checked that we were all locked up, put the lights out and got upstairs, Sarah was already in our king size bed. The lights were low and I could smell one of her special scented candles burning. She was lying there with only the sheet pulled up over her spread-eagled legs, but not so far as to hide the neatly trimmed dark bush between her legs showing through the sheer fabric of her flimsiest nightie. Her eyes were lightly closed and she had the slightest of smiles on her lips. After hanging my dressing gown behind the door, now naked, I leaned over and kissed her gently in the lips; there was no reaction. I went round the bed and pulled her towards me so that she was lying across the bed, her head towards me, she squealed as I kissed her harder and longer. I knelt on the bed behind her head and started nibbling her ear lobes, then her nipples, first one, then the other through the sheer fabric of her nightie. Suddenly, she jumped up, undid the buttons and she was naked in a flash. She faced me started teasing my prick and balls with her long fingers. Do as I would, it was impossible to stop the near instant reaction of my cock to her playful tweaking but I was determined she wasn't getting it all her own way! Still kneeling at her head I pushed her down on to the bed again and went back to work on her now hardened nipples. Then I was kissing her satin smooth belly and onwards to bury my face in her neatly trimmed bush. By this time she was nibbling my ample foreskin, then pushing it back with her lips and taking my growing knob into her mouth. Time to move on! I flipped her around again and was quickly on my knees between her legs, my head down and her thighs against my shoulders, her feet on my back, my hands under her plump buttocks, my tongue in her crack. I slowly licked her growing clit, up and down, round and round, all the time trying to slow down my own rapidly building readiness. After a few all too short minutes she started moaning gently; that was the signal, and it had come quickly tonight! I lifted her buttocks and pulled her quickly towards my now fully rampant manhood, its engorged knob completely exposed by my retracted foreskin. I dived into her with one great thrust. She screamed with pleasure and I rested for a moment in a near vain attempt to slow down my own reaction. Together, we started pumping, in and out, in and out, in unison, faster and faster. Almost every thrust was hitting the target, finding her cervix; we were both building towards our inevitable climax with every stroke. I was holding off as long as I could, then suddenly I had to let go. A great spurt of semen shot from my now rock-hard prick, right into her womb. At the same moment, Sarah screamed with pleasure as her own orgasm released itself as spurts of semen from my cock grew weaker and weaker. We collapsed into a heap, puffing and panting like a steam train, my dick still pulsating in her red-hot love chute. I was kissing her all over, belly, breasts, lips, then back to her love chute, licking the juices and tonguing her still rigid clitoris, sliding my body over hers, lubricated by the sweat of our love-making. Then she was pulling me upwards. As I knelt astride her belly, I felt her bush tickling my ass. She sat up, I leaned forward. She took my softening prick into her mouth and sucked it clean of her juices and mine. She took my balls, one at a time into her mouth and gave them the most exquisite licking. I turned around and knelt again at her head for her to repeat the performance while I licked her clean between the legs. Our breathing had calmed, I turned and we lay alongside each other in a close embrace. We kissed long and deep and hard, then fell back exhausted! All the way home on the plane, I had been wondering how I would tell her about Alison. That was just a fuck, tonight I had made love. It was not one of the longest sessions we had had in our three years of marriage but certainly one of the most intense. Suddenly, as I was dozing off Sarah said "Nick, I didn't tell you that I was speaking to Alison about Rob on Sunday, did he tell you anything?" This was it, "He told me that he could not father the children they wanted, if that is what you mean." I did not elaborate. "Alison said they had explored all the options", Sarah said, "They can't have in-vitrio, they don't fancy an anonymous sperm donation, so I suggested to her that you should do it. Alison said that yesterday was about her optimum time and I told her to shag you if Rob agreed." He obviously did! I confessed! I told her that Rob had made noisy love to Alison first. Then she had come to my room, found me naked in bed and practically raped me. Sarah laughed and said "And then she sucked your prick dry and licked your balls clean, I suppose?" "You put her up to that!" "She wanted to know if you had any particular fetishes. When I told her, she said Rob liked just the same things as you. Brothers, who would have `em! " I told her that as soon as we had finished, Rob joined us in bed and we slept as a threesome, naked as the day we were born. Sarah liked that touch. We laughed about the over sleeping and the wasted woodies next morning. "There will be no wasted woodie tomorrow!" she said promisingly. We had our arms around each other, lying relaxed, side by side and I decided that now was the time to tell her what Rob had told me, that he feared I might have his problem. She listened quietly, sensing my own deep concern. I told her he suggested I should see the specialist at the Heart of England Hospital and that he was arranging a referral. "I suspect that won't be necessary," she said, "after we decided a couple of weeks ago that it was time to make babies, I had my IUD taken out last week. Yesterday was midway between my periods, we made love twice at the weekend and again today, if I am not pregnant, your chopper is a banana!" I wasn't sure that `we' had `decided', but I let that go. "But I might have the same problem as Rob ...." "You haven't! Alison told me a couple of months ago what they suspected about Rob and that it might also affect you. Do you remember when I said I thought I might have a problem with the coil and made you use a condom? Well, I got Heather to analyse the contents. Your spunk is perfectly normal, you are as right as rain, in fact you have a very high sperm count!" I had forgotten that her best friend worked in the pathology lab at the local hospital. "You mean you had it analysed ...., you mean you've been keeping secrets from me? You and Alison might be pregnant, by me, the same week?" "Well, you never know. You did want a baby, didn't you? Now Rob and Alison might get one too -- BOGOF!" she said and we laughed together. "They have been trying hard for three years ..." "Four", I interrupted, only to get a playful slap across my face. "... and now they shall have one or you have my permission to try again!" "Watch it, or I shall try again right now" I replied, only half in jest. "Right now, you are going to make us a hot drink and bring it back here. We will relax together and sleep soundly. What time do you have to be at work in the morning?" I went off to the kitchen, naked -- that would have stop when we had kids -- and by the time I had made the drinks and got back to the bedroom, Sarah was dozing off. She woke long enough to take a few sips; the rest was cold by morning. I drank mine, had a pee -- apparently ninety percent of men need to take a leak after a good shag -- went back to bed, put an arm round Sarah and was asleep in no time. * * * * To be continued - soon!