When I returned to our bedroom that fateful night, Alyssa was in the shower. I tried talking to her a couple times, but I could tell she wanted personal space to process what had happened. I kissed her goodnight once we climbed in bed and told her how much I loved her.
The next morning, Alyssa gently shook me before the kids awoke and we had a heart-to-heart discussion on what had happened. I reassured her that I was still completely fine with the sex that she and Josh had the night before and how big of a turn on it was for me. With a bit of coaxing, she reluctantly admitted that she had enjoyed it too and looked forward to maybe doing it again sometime. She was quick to let me know that if we ever shared her again with Josh or someone else down the road, she wanted it to be only very occasionally and must involve condoms.
Although my wife wasn't on birth control and we were open to having a third child, we weren't too concerned with pregnancy. Alyssa had been told conceiving naturally would be almost impossible due to some of the complications from when our daughter was born. We agreed that while the idea of someone else using her pussy as a cum receptacle was arousing, the risk of disease or an odds-defying pregnancy wasn't worth it.
Josh stayed with us for another 5 days before the structural repairs to his house were finished and the county inspector informed him he could re-inhabit the premises safely again. During those 5 days, I encouraged my wife to play with him at night, and they ended up exchanging oral sex a couple times in the guest bedroom while I secretly watched on my phone. Both times Alyssa returned to our room with my friend's cum splattered all over her chest and ready to fuck. While I was surprised that the encounters were limited to just hands and mouths on the other's genitals, I was almost positive that this was solely my wife's decision. I told her I could pick up condoms on the way home from work, but she insisted that Josh was lucky getting anything at all.
After Josh left, life went back to normal, with the exception of my wife's libido. Her fertile time of the month was gone, but she was still insistently initiating sex every night. I occasionally caught her masturbating with 'vibey' when coming up to bed and could only imagine what was happening when the kids napped while I was at work.
A few weeks later, during the first chilly weekend of Fall, Alyssa walked out of the bathroom and showed me the pregnancy test. "Look." she said on the verge of tears.
"Holy shit! I thought they said that you getting pregnant again without fertility assistance would be impossible." I said as we embraced.
Alyssa's voice trembled as she spoke, "Well, they said that the chances were extremely small. I just can't believe it. It's only been like 7 months since I got my period back."
I pulled her back to look at her in the eyes and smiled. "I'm really happy. We both wanted 3 kids and now they are going to all be pretty close in age."
"I'm happy too, but I can't stop thinking about the chance that it's... not yours." she said ending in a solemn tone.
I shrugged. "I mean, it's definitely a possibility I guess, but think about how many times we had sex compared to the one time with Josh."
"Do you think we should tell him? I feel like we need to." Alyssa asked as she sat down on the bed.
I nodded my head. "Yeah, but I feel like we should do it in person. Let's invite him over tomorrow night then?"
We both laid in bed and talked about names and dates for a while. Suddenly Alyssa interrupted me, "Sorry, you are either going to have to fuck me again or I need to pull out 'vibey'."
I glanced at the clock and saw it was 10:30pm. "We just had sex a little over an hour ago."
"I know. It has to be pregnancy hormones. 'Vibey' has been getting so much action while you are at work over the past couple of weeks." she in a frustrated tone.
My wife reached over and retrieved her trusty friend from the bedside table drawer. She flipped it on, slipped it under the comforter, and closed her eyes. She immediately began moaning as my cock started to stiffen despite draining my balls into her pussy an hour earlier.
I pulled back the comforter and saw that Alyssa hadn't even bothered to remove her pajamas, but instead had the head of the vibrator under the waistband. I helped her pull the pants off of one of her legs and moved myself in position to enter her for missionary sex. However, before my dick even got close to her, she tensed her whole body with a long groan.
"Did you cum already?" I asked with a surprised tone.
Breathing hard and eyes still closed tight, she nodded her head. "I need more. Get inside me."
I proceeded to slide my cock into Alyssa's wet hole as she continued to use the vibrator on her clit. I fucked her for a few minutes before she had her second orgasm of the session.
With a long sigh, she turned off 'vibey' and looked up at me with a smile as I continued to thrust in and out of her. "I think I'm good for now. Feel free to keep going or you can stop if you are sore from earlier."
She picked up her phone and started checking her social media. Realizing my wife was viewing me as an additional sex toy for her pleasure, caused me to stubbornly want to keep fucking her despite being a little sore from the frequent fucking I had been giving her for weeks. I increased the pace of my hips.
After another minute, I looked down at my wife and said, "Maybe we shouldn't wait until tomorrow and just call up Josh and invite him over now."
Alyssa looked up at me for a few seconds before returning her eyes to her phone. I continued fucking her steadily and it wasn't but another 10 seconds or so when she turned her vibrator back on and placed it over her clit. A minute later she was approaching a third orgasm. The fact that my comment about Josh had caused her to get turned on after already cumming twice minutes before pushed me over the edge as well. We came together and I could feel my dick pulse with each jet of semen that I shot into her hungry pussy. After we had finished using each other's bodies, we cleaned up, turned out the lights, and slept.
The next morning while eating breakfast, I asked Alyssa if she was still on board with me inviting Josh over that night. She stared at her plate of eggs and nodded unenthusiastically. It was obvious that we were both dreading the topic of discussion.
I texted Josh and invited him over to have dinner and hang out for a while after. Shortly after I sent the message, I wondered how he would interpret it based on recent history. Poor guy might show up expecting to get a blowjob from Alyssa and instead get blindsided with news of being a potential father.
After a short delay, Josh responded back that he didn't have any plans and could come over. The rest of the morning and afternoon flew by as I stayed busy between some home improvement projects and playing with the kids. I knew we wouldn't be discussing anything until after the kids had gone to bed, but as his arrival neared, my anxiety grew.
When the doorbell rang, I answered to see him holding a very similar beer, wine cooler, and chocolate milk combination from the night a couple weeks before when he had fucked my wife. Shaking the thought from my head, I thanked him for the liquid gifts and we proceeded to the kitchen to sit down for a spaghetti dinner.
Conversation was normal; we discussed his house, my work, and the kids. After dinner, Alyssa and I got both kids bathed, read to, and in bed while Josh watched TV. We descended the stairs, walked into the den, and sat on the sofa together. The concern in my wife's eyes must have been enough of a give-away that he turned off the Friend's rerun without saying a word.
"So, I could kind of tell something was up over dinner, but I figured you two didn't want to bring whatever it is up in front of the kids." he said looking back and forth between Alyssa and me.
I looked at my wife to see if she wanted to speak next, but she instead looked at me. "Well, you're right, there is something we need to talk to you about. Alyssa is pregnant." A second after the words left my mouth and Josh's brain processed them, I saw fear begin to form in his eyes. "Before you get all worked up, let me just say a few things to put your mind at ease. The best we counted, she and I had sex a good 7 or 8 times while she was fertile; you and she only had the once. Regardless, we are keeping the baby as our own and have no plans for any kind of DNA tests. You don't have to worry about child support or anything." I paused to let the past couple of statements sink in. "We just thought you should know."
Josh took a deep breath and briefly closed his eyes. I suspected the fear followed by relief was doing a number on his thought process and emotional state. As he opened his eyes, he spoke slowly and deliberately. "I'm not sure what to say in this kind of situation. I guess 'congratulations'?" We all had a nervous chuckle and began discussing a myriad of topics from whether DNA tests would be worth it, if we would ever tell the child, if Josh knew of any family history of birth defects, and so forth.
Shortly after 11:00pm, Alyssa mentioned that it was getting late and she was exhausted. It was a Sunday night and both Josh and I had work the following day. Although my wife wasn't able to enjoy the wine coolers he had brought over, both Josh and I had finished a couple beers each. Due to this, we encouraged my friend to sleep in the guest bedroom and drive home in the morning to get ready for work. After we assured him we would get him a new toothbrush from our reserve, he reluctantly agreed and we all went to our respective bedrooms.
