After arriving home from the state track meet, Sara and I were bombarded by our children and their thankfully relieved grandparents. I graciously thanked my parents for coming down on short notice. I had just finished placing the last suitcase into the back seats of my father's truck when my mom pulled me aside.
"We're always here when you need us. I'm not the cook I used to be, but I can still manage diapers just fine," my mother said, a giant smile on her face.
"Oh, you're still the best cook, and Lily should be out of diapers pretty soon," I replied, not completely grasping what she meant.
She smiled at me, and it was obvious she was expecting a third grandchild at some point. Despite Sara and my best attempts to keep our dates private, both my parents knew something was afoot romantically. The way she was smiling at me--it was clear she expected to be changing those diapers within a year.
Despite her warm comment, my blood ran cold for a moment at the thought. If Caleb had gotten Sara pregnant, there would be no way to pass the baby as mine. We would be absolutely committed to our plan. I worried her motherly instincts would see thru our lies if it came to it.
I held Sara close that night. I wondered how much of the younger man's sperm was still swimming inside her.
Friday, June 14, 2019 0650L
The torturous journey of getting to the airport at 5 AM had paid off. Despite Jack and Lily's excitement the night before, they were practically zombies thru security. I was feeling somewhat guilty watching them. Knowing the early arrival was mostly to ensure their behavior remained calm during the flight. Despite my guilt it was clearly effective, requiring me to practically carry Jack all the way to his seat.
It had hurt paying for the first class seats on the narrow body jet the year prior. The ease of the 2 by 2 seating was simply too attractive to pass. I was on the right with Jack contained in the window seat. Sara had also placed Lily in her window seat directly across the aisle.
Jack was already passed out in the seat next to me. The quiet and dark cabin ensuring his slumber almost immediately. I looked over to see Lily in a similar position. I moved my gaze to my wife. Sara was already knee deep into her latest romantic novel. Her reading light shining on her while illuminating the pages.
It was gorgeous watching her like this. Her full dark hair gracefully fell onto her shoulders. Her small natural curls hiding the true length of her hair. Her black reading glasses sitting her elegant nose. Her mix of soft and hard features a clear indicator of her nearly pure Jewish heritage.
Despite her beautiful face, I found my eyes being drawn further down. Her blue polo held softly against her now gifted chest. Her breast size our first years of marriage an insecurity of hers then. Their size increasing after each birth, making clothes shopping difficult now. An inescapable question formed in my head. If Caleb had gotten her pregnant, I wonder if she would need a new wardrobe? The thought beginning to snowball in my mind.
I remember watching her give birth to Jack and Lily. I saw how truly beautiful the female body can become. Watching her body transforming, its collective function directed towards the creation and nurturing of offspring.
I wondered if she was already starting the journey with Caleb's baby as we travelled. What would they look like? Jack and Lily resembled me more outwardly, Sara's traits being more passive underneath. Caleb's traits would be very evident immediately. The picture of a deep caramel new born being placed on her chest. Their mouth beginning to suckle for the first time. Her breasts were practically dripping from fullness when we had Lily. Her large pink-brown areolas puffed outward. I wondered if she would become a permeant D afterwards.
My cock began to rise with the deprave thought. I attempted to refocus on distractions as my heart began race. My erection practically exploding to life now. The act of standing without portraying myself becoming impossible.
I squeezed Sara's hand as we approached the descent. It was evident the problem was not going to resolve it's self. I asked if she could watch Jack as I went to the bathroom. My unusual lean grabbing her attention. My arousal evident to her as she smiled at me knowingly. She raised an eyebrow giving me a narrow smile.
I managed to sneak my way into the small bathroom without being discovered. I franticly withdrew myself after locking the door. My cock erupting into the small toilet nearly immediately. Imagines of Sara nursing her and Caleb's baby keeping both my cock hard and heart pounding.
My next climax shaking my core as my useless balls drained their content again. I flushed the toilet and closed the lid, sitting down to collect my thoughts. Thinking things out it was obvious what this had become. The cuckold desires of mine were like a virus. Wanting to grow into every part of my life now.
I was pushing our black bull to fill my genetic reasonability to my white wife. Whether I liked it our not, I was peeking into pandora's box each time I pushed them both closer. The powerful images of Caleb nearly impregnating Sara multiple times had torn my eyes open.
I knew that monster was lurking deep in my desires. When I watched Caleb first plunge his unprotected manhood into her. Watching their body's adapting to one another's foreign ancestry, preparing to combine theirs.
My mind slapped back to the present. The flight attendant gently knocked on the door directing me back to my seat. I was able to hold it together as I made eye contact with Sara. She gave me her best Hollywood smile before winking at me. I smiled back, buckling myself into the seat.
I went over our gameplan with Sara quietly as the plane neared Orlando. Using the excuse to fantasize about her. She knew I was eying her up as she began an innocent display of her womanly features.
My brain waged war on itself intensely. I wanted to grant myself the ability to explore this fantasy in my mind. I knew if I did, this dangerous and powerful desire would anchor itself in me.
The African roulette being a product of my doing already. I desperately fought against it in my mind. Attempting convince myself with logic, that this was a terrible mistake. I looked at Sara, she had been so innocent and logical thru this all. It was clear she wanted to grow our family responsibly. It was also clear there was a natural reproductive drive deep in her. Her subconscious thoughts driving her to find Caleb as her next mate were clear. Somehow she was able to overcome that for our family it had seemed.
Again with Caleb as well. He was becoming deathly afraid of becoming a father at his age. He also showed his understanding on the seriousness of it We felt guilty sometimes pushing him down this path. We knew the danger stressed him at times. Despite his deepest desire to keep Sara safe, his body had other plans. His reproductive organs demonstrating their danger times before. His fertility was practically super human compared to us in our late thirties. Had he gotten her pregnant earlier this week? I debated in my mind if the Plan-B had enough time to work.
I felt a sense of loss as I began to allow the fantasy to truly run thru my mind. I wanted Caleb to father a baby with Sara.
Later
We had miraculously fought our way to the rental car office. Renting a Honda Pilot, a SUV we were possibly upgrading to with the need for extra space. Lily and Jack were quietly admiring the lush Florida scenery as we made our way to the resort. I gently squeezed Sara's hand as she smiled at Jack and Lily.
Getting to the room just before Jack and Lily crashed from from their excitement. We put them down for a nap in the smaller bedroom, allowing us privacy in the other. Stripping down from the worn clothes giving me glimpse at her gorgeous body.
At five foot seven, she was slightly taller than most women in our area. Her soft shoulders and slender back supported her black bra. Her full breasts filled the comforted lined C-cup bra completely. An ample view as she bent down removing her shorts. As she looked up she made eye contact with me. Her dark eyes locking with mine. She smiled aware I was taking in the show.
Her lightly tone stomach and waist shined in the low light. Her stretch marks were difficult to find. A subdued proof of fertility. She always wanted to lose 10 more pounds. She always complained but secretly I enjoyed her at 150 pounds. The slight softening of her body making her more motherly.
Her gently expanded hips held the black panties tightly. Both Jack and Lily were healthy sized babies. Resulting in her light hour glass frame adapting to a more fertile pear. She knew I was admiring her hips. She hated when I did that, she didn't understand how it was attractive. She gave me a pouty face as she climbed into the cool bed with me.
She pushed her soft ass deep against me. My erect cock pushed against the fabric. My true level of arousal becoming evident. Sara twisted around, mock surprise on her face.
