Zoe laughed, "Not in the fridge!" She pulled the single sheet covering her aside and very deliberately opened her legs.
If Gary had not already been erect the sight would have done it. A pudenda swollen from sexual excitement and tell-tale evidence of recent copulation. Gary was enjoying his sexual liberation after the bad years with his ex-wife. He was not picky about coming second, indeed was finding the idea of what he had heard the men at the golf club call a 'cream pie' rather exciting in a strange sort of way. Tom could have no idea just how familiar Gary was with his semen.
The bed was warm, as was Zoe's mouth. So nice to be invited to get in beside her. Have the sheet pulled over the two of them and initially just cuddle before Zoe went down on him. A slow sliding of her body down his, her lips finding and then sucking on each of his nipples in turn before her tongue slid lower. She drew it down from his chest and across his tummy before he felt her wet lips soft on his erection. It was just so nice.
"Do the same to me, Gary, I'd really like that."
There was rather more for Gary to suck with her nipples. Her milk had long gone though, if Gary did his job properly, that would be returning. He looked forward to that. He was sure she would let him suckle but the fucking would stop. It was a bit one or the other! If Zoe was wanting to be pregnant it was fucking: if breastfeeding it was easing discomfort by drinking her milk.
Nice to meander down her tummy with his tongue. Her thighs were open. The warm, wet scent of aroused woman was strong. She had, after all, been no doubt aroused for some little while. He ran his tongue over the soft skin of her damp thighs. Nice to feel her shaking a little at his touch and then he delved. It was juicy, it was soft and swimming in lubrication as Gary sought her clitoris. She had sucked his penis and he was going to suck the analogous organ into his mouth. And he did just that.
He could not avoid it, and was not sure he wanted to. It was sexual after all. It would hardly have been normal not to stick his tongue in Zoe's vagina given where he was. It was a place for poking things: penises, fingers, cucumbers and tongues! Gary poked and tasted the saltiness of Tom's semen. Semen to be removed and replaced with his own. Was there something perhaps primaeval about doing that? A very basic desire to remove the other man's seed and plant your own - even drawing sustenance and strength from consuming the other man's semen - had he not read it was full of useful vitamins? It excited him. His tongue licked and then reached further up into the woman and he swallowed knowing it was Tom's semen slipping down his throat. There was a sexual excitement in the removal.
Gary did not hurry, he lay with his feet sticking out of the duvet at the bottom of the bed, his stumpy erection hard against the sheet beneath him and just nuzzled away, licking all over Zoe's sex, sliding his tongue here and there and bringing soft fleshy bits into his mouth. Again and again his tongue pushed in.
It was a good long fuck, done missionary style. Gary rose back up the bed from his oral work and onto Zoe. With him once embedded, her thighs stayed wide but her legs came up and locked over his back pulling his thick but short cock into her and holding it there as Gary began the steady in and out movement of sexual intercourse. A steady creaking of the bed which had, no doubt, not fifteen minutes before been doing a very similar creaking from Tom's actions.
Gary had a job to do. He was there for a purpose but there was no reason why he should not extract maximum pleasure for himself. And no reason why Zoe should not enjoy it too. In, out, in, out - steady and not too stimulating, rather just right.
The phone rang and Zoe reached for it. Gary paused still coupled as Zoe spoke. It was Tom! Gary waited. The pause in activity was, for him, not unwelcome. He had been close to coming. Nice to lie there so comfortably embedded and let the over excitement ebb a little. Strange to be so intimate with Tom's wife whilst he was speaking to her. He and she were certainly intimate! Had anyone been there to look in on them, the person would have seen the woman with the sheet thrown aside, on her back with her thighs up, back curled a little to really place her vagina up against the man lying atop her and with her feet locked over his back. Zoe's breasts were squashed against the man and the only missing connection was their mouths - easily explained because she was talking on the 'phone.
"Yes dear, still in bed. I can almost feel you still inside me." She turned her head and winked up at Gary. "No, Charlie's not woken yet. I was just lying here and thinking about sex. Shall we fuck again tonight... please?"
Tom said something, the conversation went on for a minute or two and then Zoe said, "I'll look forward to it, bye."
She put the receiver down and looked up at Gary. "Looks like I'm in for a busy day and night - on my back - and don't say it's the best place for a woman!"
"Will you need me again?"
"Leave your back door unlocked. I'll pop around if I need you - if Tom drops off to sleep afterwards. Now, Mr Roldern, are you going to make me pregnant or not?"
Gary began to move again. Such a delightful shared intimacy, his flesh against her flesh. His penis sliding inside her. It was that slightly rare thing for Gary: sex taking place in a bed
It was important to get the semen well into Zoe and Gary made sure as each spurt happened he did it on the in stroke. Lovely to feel it happening but important to do his best in the job he had been asked to do, thrusting between Zoe's splayed thighs, his flesh naked against her flesh.
Gary lay on Zoe, resting from the intercourse, letting his erection subside. A lovely comfortable feeling. Perhaps he would be doing just the same thing in his own bed that night if Zoe came visiting. He had just undertaken a repeat of the marital intercourse that had taken place in the very bed he was now lying upon, indeed very possibly he was in the very same position Tom had occupied half an hour before. He got off and looked down at Zoe. Her chubby little body was all relaxed, her legs still wonderfully spread and her sex so exposed.
He slipped down the bed, bent and kissed her right there. He could see, white within her, his own semen freshly deposited. The same view as before but now with different semen. This time he did not insert his tongue. Gary had no qualms about tasting his own cum - any more than really he had about Tom's - but Zoe would not want any of it taken away. Indeed would very likely when he was gone push a pillow or two under her hips to raise them in the air to let gravity assist his semen run the right way towards her cervix, so that his brave little chaps could go swimming in search of the great big ovum she would hope would be rolling towards them. A hoped for meeting! A funny thing sex, a funny thing reproduction but that is how we all come about.
"Zara and I are thinking of going for a walk on Wednesday if it's nice. I rather thought it would be nice to see your footbridge. Would you like to come too... and I mean come!"
"You want me to...?"
"Yeah. Silly, very silly but the idea's sort of caught me. I'll want you to do it again when we get back home as well... to sort of make sure. But yes - from your bridge. Why not? Best if I could get Tom there as well but that's just too complicated."
"I'm game."
"Zara says you were accurate enough with her."
Gary shrugged his shoulders, "Right on target but I can't guarantee. I'm not that practiced at remote insemination!" He neglected to mention, as he had neglected before, that he had not been alone on the footbridge.
Showered, tee shirt on, Gary got into his own bed that night with a little pleasing anticipation. He read for a little wondering if Zoe might visit. He had left the French Windows unlocked. She was the sort of intruder he liked to encourage!
There was no sign at first but eventually there was a sound. Gary put aside his book and went to stand at the top of the stairs. And there she was at the bottom looking up at him! Slowly she let her dressing gown fall and there she was, all naked. Her big breasts and her dark, dark curls looking delectable down at the base of his staircase. He thought her wonderfully sexy, as he had done all that time ago when she had fallen through his fence and exposed those very curls to him. Back then it had been pleasant shared masturbation in the sunshine but now, with her desire to be pregnant again, she was putting her scruples about being loyal to Tom to one side and letting Gary enter her body. Just like that morning she would be freshly fucked by Tom. That was important to her. She wanted to become pregnant but from a shared effort by Tom and himself. In a strange way she saw Gary as supporting Tom. Perhaps she imagined Gary's spermatozoa swimming through Tom's seminal fluid to reach the ovum; perhaps she imagined Tom's few viable spermatozoa swimming alongside Gary's, their tails flapping tadpole like, as like the advancing line of an army they marched towards their objective.