Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2012 21:14:24 -0000
From: Naked Nick <nakednick2@btinternet.com>
Subject: Keeping it in the Family - Chapter 37

Keeping it in the Family - Chapter 37

I flew back to Birmingham that evening and was home before 7.30pm.  Sarah
was enthusing about her latest scan which, of course, I had missed.  Her
only concern was that the predicted arrival date was February 27th – and
2004 was a Leap Year!  Alison's baby had been predicted for 24th – how
accurate are these guesses, I wondered.  The technician had asked if she
wanted to know the baby's gender, "Absolutely not!" she said and the baby
was henceforth to be referred to as `the bump'.

After a modest meal, I settled down to catch up on my neglected e-mails
while Sarah was reading.  Among the messages was one from Roger
congratulating me on my appointment, apologising again for his behaviour and
asserting his intention be totally professional as regards his colleagues.
He added that he had heard about my promotion on the grapevine after the
incident in the bog but before our meeting and when summoned to my office
was fully expecting to be sacked.  Before acknowledging and accepting his
somewhat grovelling apology, I told Sarah all about his little faux pas.

"It was bigger than yours?  Really, how much?  You said he is married?  Any
children?"

"Hang on, questions, questions, I really don't know but it looked bigger, it
was soft, of course, well softish.  Yes, he was married fairly recently, I
think; kids, don't know."

We chatted for a while longer but were both tired so after a nightcap we
locked-up got ready for bed and were soon snuggling up, spoons-fashion
together in bed.  It wasn't long before Sarah whispered "Do you know, Nick,
I think you really do love me just as much as I love you!" and I felt a hand
moving slowly up my leg and finally catching hold of my as-yet soft member
and massaging it into life.  I put my hand flat on Sarah's belly and was
thrilled to feel the baby moving. For the umpteenth time, I was fascinated
that a minuscule amount of my semen had managed to hook up with a tiny egg
that Sarah had carried since her own birth to grow into the baby that was
going to pop out in just a few short weeks.  We made slow and gentle love
before falling into a deep sleep, disturbed only by the alarm clock at
6:45am.

"It's Saturday, only quarter to seven, we should be having a lie-in!"

I felt a hand move towards my prick, "We can still have a lie-in," a little
voice said, "we don't have to sleep, though!"  With that, Sarah scooted down
to my nether regions and took my hardening cock into her mouth, gently
sucking it in until my pubic hair was brushing her lips.  It wasn't long
before my balls began to tighten; Sarah recognised the signs and pushed my
dick out until only the head was in her mouth.

"I am going to come, any minute!" I said.  The answering nod told me that
she wanted my spunk in her mouth, seconds later she got it, squeezing the
last drops from me as she expelled my knob and closing her lips.  I knew
what was coming.  We rolled on to our sides and she put her lips to mine and
blew my juice into my mouth.  After blowing it to and fro several times we
had to take a breath, each of us first swallowing some of the sticky fluid,
then gasping for air and collapsing in a sweaty heap on the bed, before
dropping into post coital slumber.

We eventually got up about nine o'clock, Sarah beating me to the loo for a
pee, before showering together, dressing and enjoying a late breakfast.  We
enjoyed a lazy day, punctuated by a few phone calls, Gladys coming round for
a chat and to invite us round the following afternoon to see Tim and Heidi
off.  George was taking them to the airport for the 6:30pm flight to
Aberdeen and thence to Stockholm.  After my earlier conversation with Tim, I
happened to know that Tim had an important announcement to make before then!

We were last to arrive for the `quick cup of tea and a piece of cake' as
Gladys had put it and as soon as we were settled, Tim said he had something
to say.  In the time honoured way, he strode quickly across the room to
Heidi, went down on his right knee and said "Heidi, will you marry me!"

I think Sarah and I were to only ones who knew his plan; Gladys burst into
tears, then after what might be described as a `pregnant pause' the rest of
us broke into applause, drowning Heidi's reply, which must have been `yes'
because Tim embraced her and after a long, slobbering kiss produced the ring
and slipped it on to the third finger of her left hand.  George was first to
congratulate them, shaking Tim's hand and kissing Heidi on both cheeks.
Sarah glanced at me and furtively slipped out of the room.

"Now I'll forgive him for the noises I heard coming from their bedroom the
other night," George said.  The rest of us echoed the congratulations, just
as Sarah returned with a bottle of bubbly.  It had actually been in our
fridge since Derek had brought it as a thank-you present after his trauma
and to keep for celebration of the baby's arrival; this occasion clearly
took precedence.  Gladys had Tim and Heidi in her arms, still with tears in
her eyes but smiling from ear to ear!

Sarah had taken charge, I heard the champagne cork explode from the bottle
and moments later a tray of glasses, already filled, appeared from the
kitchen.  I proposed a toast to the happy couple `for long life and
happiness together, may all their troubles be little ones'.  Tim came over
and threw his arms round me, thanking me not only for the good wishes but
for all the help I had given him in the past; only I fully appreciated his
meaning.  "I would like you to be my best man," he said, "not that I know
where or when yet!"

"I shall be pleased to oblige," I said, shaking his hand.  "Was Heidi
expecting this?"  She had just joined us; I congratulated her and we kissed
the continental way on both cheeks.

"No, it was a complete surprise," she said, "but I am very happy about it.
Nick, Tim, everyone, please excuse me for a minute, I am so excited, I must
call my mother right now."

Tim bore the brunt of some ribald humour for the five minutes or so before
she returned with a beaming smile on her face.  "Mother is very, very
pleased and looking forward to meeting my future in-laws.  Father is out but
she was sure he would approve.  They both like Tim very much!"

Of course there was lots of chatter, laughing and joking and it was soon
time for the happy couple to depart.  They were seen off almost as a bride
and groom already, with all the women present in tears, even George looked a
bit watery eyed as he got into the car!  The gathering broke up soon after,
with everyone going home delighted with the news.  George popped round a
little later to say that the ecstatic couple had caught their plane and was
on their way to Stockholm.

Early in November, Sarah had suggested to Roger and Clare that we should
have a reunion of as many as possible of the group that went to France in
the summer.  They enthusiastically agreed and she had found an excellent
venue for the reunion at the Windmill Village Hotel just outside Coventry,
for the second weekend before Christmas.  It was pretty central for most of
the people involved and quite amazingly, all of the six couples, as well as
Roger and Clare were able to come; even Thierry and his wife came because
they happened to be in England, him for a medical conference while Myfanwy
had taken the opportunity to visit her relatives in Wales.

The weekend started with a Saturday morning shopping expedition in Coventry
and after a snack lunch, an afternoon a visit to Coventry's renowned, but
insufficiently well-known among non-aficionados, Belgrade Theatre which
stages splendid productions of excellent shows.  I think none of the group
was disappointed with the show they saw there that Saturday afternoon.  Then
it was back to the hotel on the outskirts of the city for a rest, shower,
changing and whatever. I seem to remember that Sarah and I managed a quick
`whatever'!

We all gathered for drinks at 7.30pm before a private dinner at 8pm.  The
six guinea pigs and their wives, Roger and Clare, Thierry and Myfanwy were
all there, everybody was in great spirits, and after a leisurely four course
dinner, it was about 11:30pm when the staff eventually managed tactfully to
indicate that it was time we left and got ourselves to bed.

Sarah had organised a private, late breakfast the following morning at
9.30am.  As breakfast was finishing, Roger made a short speech of thanks to
Sarah for the organisation, the men for their help with his research, the
ladies for being so accommodating and then surprised everyone, by asking
them who had made love to his wife in the last 48 hours and when every man
there, including Roger and Thierry, admitted that they had, he said "Who's
had sex more than once in the last 48 hours?"  Five of the eight men owned
up, but nobody admitted that he had done it three times, in spite of Sarah
prodding me in the ribs!

 At that point, Sid spoke up and somewhat reticently, announced to a not
entirely surprised group that Pat was expecting her baby in June, less than
a year after our visit to France.  Pat looked slightly embarrassed, and the
waiters puzzled, at the great round of applause.  John announced that Alice
was expecting a baby in May.  Thierry trumped us all by saying that Myfanwy
was also pregnant, possibly with twins!  Eight men, eight wives and at least
four babies; something to do with the French air!

The wives all sat around and chatted for a couple hours after breakfast,
while the menfolk walked around the golf course before we all got together
again for an informal buffet lunch, after which the party broke up, as most
of us had to go to work the following morning.  Everyone agreed that it had
been a most enjoyable get-together and, without doubt, we would do it again.

Thierry took Derek and me aside and reminded us of the opportunity to become
the sperm donors in France.  He said we would be welcome, any time we
wanted, but why not wait until the nice spring weather came so our wives
could enjoy the sun.  He also asked me if Rob had managed to, as he put it,
`get a bun in the oven yet', quickly adding that he was off duty and
therefore could use the vernacular.  I was sorely tempted to tell him the
truth, but I remembered the agreement between the four of us that no-one
else should ever know the true father of Alison's baby.

On the way home, I told Sarah about Thierry asking Derek and me again about
sperm donation and she soon came up with a plan.  Why don't the four of us
go to France in May?  "Five of us and there's too many public holidays in
France in May", I interrupted.

"No, I was thinking of Rob and Alison."

"That would be eight with the babies!"

"OK, eight then!  We might be able to get Rob to talk to Thierry but it
would be difficult explaining the baby.  We would have to come clean.
Remember our pledge of secrecy."

"I like to cum dirty."  Driving or not, that remark earned me a slap on the
thigh.  "I could do two sperm samples pretending to be Rob for the second
round!  Thierry wouldn't know the difference!"

"That wouldn't help Rob; no, the best way would be to leave their baby with
granny, then Thierry and J-P could give him their once-over.  He has never
been offered any kind of examination or treatment on the NHS.  `Your balls
don't work properly, you need a sperm donor' and that was about it!"

"Well, he found his sperm donor alright but I know he would be happier being
a true father.  I'll talk to him next time I see him; it needs a
face-to-face meeting, not a telephone chat!"

We were home by mid-afternoon, I got organised for what was effectively the
last working week before Christmas, Sarah went next door on some little
errand and came back over an hour later after a long chat with George and
Gladys about Tim and Heidi.  Their plan was to go to Denmark for Christmas
with Heidi's family and come to England for New Year with Tim's parents.
Gladys couldn't wait to meet her son's fiancé, as she now was, again – and
start planning for a wedding?  Heidi's graduation was imminent, with her
also being short-listed for two jobs and Tim now had a full-time job.  They
were living in a rented apartment in Malmo where, presumably he was screwing
her at every opportunity!

We had been well fed and watered during our weekend away, even if it was
only a few miles down the road so we settled for a cup of tea and a piece of
cake before watching the TV news and a couple of other programmes before
having a early night.  When I came out of the bathroom, overdressed in only
my CKs, Sarah was sorting out her lingerie drawer clad only in her
unbuttoned, lightweight dressing gown.  She pulled it open, put her arms
round me, rubbing her breasts against my chest and the bump against my
belly, causing Percy to start tingling in anticipation.  "I want to try
something different, take some pressure off the bump, how do you fancy it
from the back?"

"Why not?" I said, as she shucked off her gown in to a heap on the floor,
standing with her legs apart and leaning over with her hands on the bed.  I
dropped my CKs, leaned over her from the behind and took her breasts in my
hands, rubbing my ever hardening prick between her legs.  It soon found its
mark and slipped easily into her open, wet cunt.  There was a little groan –
not already, I thought – quickly followed by a tightening of her muscles and
as she gripped my prick I began to move quickly in and out, still steadying
myself with my hands around her breasts.  Her breathing deepened, my ball
sac tightened and with near simultaneous cries of ecstasy, I dumped my
fourth load of spunk in three days deep into her dripping tunnel of love.
We rolled on to the bed, still engaged, and tenderly fondled each other
until Percy softened and slipped out of her.  She continued to lie on top of
me for a few minutes before turning over, her breathing back to normal, and
gave me a long, hard kiss.

We awoke, still on top of the bed when the alarm clock went off at 7am on a
dark, foggy winter morning.  Sarah gave me a quick kiss and I just had a
moment to feel the baby moving before she rushed naked to the bathroom for a
pee.  I joined her in the bathroom and after a naked cuddle, peed, shaved
and showered while Sarah put her `decent' dressing gown on and went to
organise the breakfast.

When I went downstairs, fully dressed, she held me tightly and said "Did
that really happen?  We are going to have to keep on experimenting!"  It
took me a second to realise what she meant and then I smacked her, playfully
on the ass; just a touch of retribution!  "Seriously, though, I think we
might have to ease off a bit, but I just feel so randy."

"How about a quickie now, then?"

"You haven't got time; you have a meeting at eight o'clock!"

I quickly ate my cereal and toast, nipped upstairs to clean my teeth, picked
up my computer and the car keys, kissed Sarah goodbye and was gone.  On the
way in to work, I mulled over the weekend.  Four shags, a fifty per cent
pregnancy rate among the guinea-pigs as Roger called us and just what a
compatible bunch of fellas (and gals) we were.  I thought about the Ile de
Re and how many babies might have been conceived in the grassy bushes just
behind the naturist beach and the extravagance of the drug research company
in trying to find ways of increasing the population of our overcrowded
world.  Should I even be thinking of sperm donation, let alone allowing my
genes to be manipulated to help others make babies.  Perhaps some men were
born to suffer the enjoyment of sex without the consequences of children.