This is an adult sex story; all the characters are of the age of consent or older.
Please read my previous story "Why I Eat a Lot of Pussy" for background.
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It was Friday night in Seattle.
January.
We had flown up the evening before from Los Angeles, first landing to drop off Catherine's daughters in Vancouver so they could spend a long weekend with their father, Rick.
Catherine's daughters would also be spending time with Maria (the Maid); as you recall she was the subject of my first few stories.
Having dropped off the kids, we (Catherine, my wife; Julie, my VP of Organizational Development and I) then flew south to Seattle, for business and for pleasure.
After an incredible night filled with several vigorous sex sessions but ending in a strange conversation with Julie, I sent her to Las Vegas.
You can read about that night in my previous story "Why I Eat a Lot of Pussy."
On Friday morning, I was pumped, having cum several times into a very tight pussy.
Julie was already on her way to Las Vegas with Cordelia.
I am sure I was dripping out of Julie's pussy.
I had a full day of business meetings scheduled.
Having worked out, shit, showered and shaved; got dressed and delivered coffee (with lots of cream and sugar) to my just waking pregnant bride; I kissed her goodbye and headed downstairs to drive to my first meeting of the day.
Then I ran into Janet (the MILF) in the hotel lobby (surprise!).
She was waiting for me.
It was an ambush.
We kissed hello and held each other like the lovers we were (or had been).
And, holding each other, Janet burst into tears.
"What's the matter? What's with the waterworks?"
From a huge smile to a hungry, deep French kiss to tears in less than a minute.
What the hell was going on?
Janet whispered to me "I'm pregnant."
I didn't know what to say so out of my mouth was "Oh..."
Janet started sobbing.
"This is the last thing I expected Jack..."
Well, me too (!) I wanted to say but I just held her tight as she cried.
Thank God she wasn't wailing.
The hotel lobby was deserted at this early hour and we were in a secluded corner, standing, holding each other.
When the crying died down a bit, I figured it was time to man up to my responsibilities as the father of Janet's baby.
I was certain I was the only one who had been inside of her in the last six months or so.
Candidly, I was shocked but I took in stride, I held her close as the tears rained down and I simply said "It's going to be a beautiful baby. With parents that love ..." and then I awkwardly I shut up because I didn't know the sex of the child.
Tears streaming down her face, Janet whispered into my ear "It's a little boy Jack. I always wanted a little boy."
I smiled and kissed her though her tears.
I liked the way Janet felt in my arms; she had a great body with very firm, very generous breasts.
She always had on a perfume, a fragrance, that brought blood to my penis and she knew as she dabbed it behind her ears the impact it had on me.
She could feel it ... me ... even now.
She smiled, wiping away the tears and smearing her makeup.
She still looked gorgeous.
As I held her, waiting for her tears to end, I was wondering what Catherine, my pregnant wife, would say to me.
Janet broke the spell and answered the question by saying "Catherine thinks it's great Jack. Our two boys will grow up together and be brothers. They'll have each other."
We just held each other for a few minutes, not saying anything while I took it all in.
And, being I was so close to a woman with a knockout figure, I my already big woody got bigger and stronger in the process.
Janet felt my hardness, rubbed oh so slightly against me and whispered "I want some of that man meat."
I laughed kissed her and said "Let's go to your room."
Janet pulled me in for a kiss and said "You're my dream come true Jack Colton. I love you."
With that, hand in hand, we went up to her room where Janet proceeded to suck me off.
I'm sure she knew she was helping me as much as she was helping herself.
She knew I had to get to the dealership so I didn't resort to reciting baseball statistics in my head or counting backward to keep from coming too soon.
I was hard when she pulled down my slacks and my underwear and she went to town using all the tools she had available.
I was able to get the tip of my penis into the top of her tight throat and I smiled as I knew Janet had been practicing deep throating because she knew I wanted her to take me deep and God bless her, she was getting there.
In no time flat I was coming deep into her mouth as she swallowed.
Janet chugged all of it, smiled, and then cleaned me with a warm wet wash cloth.
She zipped me up, tucked in my shirt, straightened my tie and kissed me.
I could taste myself as we swapped spit.
Hell, it's my cum; what's the big deal.
I was ready for my meeting.
Janet headed up to see Catherine and then to go shopping for maternity clothes (what the else do women do) and I proceeded to spend the entire day in state of semi-shock after Janet told me she was pregnant.
Somehow I stumbled through the day, and reported to Catherine when I got back to the hotel that it was a productive day.
She took me by the hand and we spent the late afternoon in bed together, fucking like animals as the rain came down.
"Are you satisfied lover?" Catherine asked me as we lay nude in the big bed, listening to the fat rain drops hitting the window.
"I sure am" I replied. I was ready for a nap.
"I think you need a shower before dinner."
I nodded, my eyes closed.
Catherine, meanwhile, was tapping out a text message.
"What are you doing?" I asked her.
"You'll see."
I laid there, almost drifting off to sleep when there was a knock on the door and I heard someone enter the suite.
Catherine got out of bed and then I heard a second voice say softly "Jack, can I take a shower with you?"
It was Janet.
Smiling, I opened my eyes and found my wife and my girlfriend? mistress? both naked, holding each other and looking at me as I lay nude on the bed, my soft cock hanging to the left.
