This is a sequel to one of my earlier works, 'Claire's Cousin'. Although it could stand as a story in its own right, readers will get much more out of it if they've read Chapter One first.
Chapter 02: Simon's Seconds
"Oh God! Oh God, Tim!"
My wife's aroused voice sounded hoarse and crude over the slightly crackly telephone line, filling my smart but characterless Shanghai hotel bedroom over the bedside speaker. In the half light of the evening I imagined Claire on her hands and knees in our house, on our bed, her bottom raised towards him, her face close to the pillow, her five month pregnant belly bulging down beneath her slim, athletic torso as he knelt behind her, thrusting.
"How does that feel, Claire?" I croaked, my hand active in my lap.
"Amazing... so deep..."
"Deep in your belly?"
"My fat, pregnant belly!"
"What's he doing to you, Claire?"
"Fucking me... fucking me hard..."
"How is he fucking you?"
"On my hands and knees like a dog."
It was our favourite phone-sex fantasy -- the one firmly based on fact. The one where my wife Claire had a week-long affair with her young cousin Simon; the one where at my insistence she seduced him while I was away on business in South America; the one where she told me all the details over the phone without me really knowing if it was all real or not; the one in which we found out she was pregnant by him and decided to keep the baby as ours.
The one about things that had really happened only five months ago.
In the darkness of my hotel room, my mind filled with images of Simon's upper thighs smacking sharply against her smooth, firm buttocks as he penetrated her deeply from behind. His strong hands gripped her slim waist squeezed tightly, pulling her firmly back onto his cock as he thrust as hard as he could on our bed.
I could hear the frantic buzz of her vibrator in the background over the speakerphone, its tone high and bright and realised it must be pressed against her clitoris this time instead of deep inside her vagina.
"Oh God! Oh Simon! Fuck me! Oh God! Fuck me!"
She was hot tonight! Really on form! As if we actually were in the same room and not separated by thousands of miles of ocean. Feeling that my climax was very close, my hand slowed while in my head, Simon's thrusting quickened and became more erratic.
"Who, Claire? Who's fucking you?" I croaked as the hot burning feeling began to spread from deep between my thighs, down my legs and into my lower back.
"Si... Oh God, that's good!" She gasped, clearly close to orgasm herself in our bedroom continents away from me. "Simon... Simon's fucking me..."
My ejaculation merely seconds away, I had time for one last question before I came.
"Whose... whose baby... is in... your... belly...?"
"Simon's... Oh that's good... Simon's... Simon's baby... Simon fucked me... Knocked me up..."
And with that I could contain myself no longer. My body went into spasm and I began to ejaculate over my belly while in my mind I watched her young lover spurt his seed deep into my wife's body.
"Oh Claire..." I gasped as my spurting subsided, picturing Simon grinding his hips slowly against her soft smooth buttocks, his fingers digging deeply into her soft flesh, his cock pulsing within her as the last few sports of semen passed from his body into hers.
"Wow!" I hissed between breaths. "That was amazing! I'll have to rush back tomorrow before you cool down!"
There was humour in her voice and I heard her panting over the telephone line as if she too had enjoyed a massive climax.
"I'll be hot and waiting for you when you get here. All five of us will!" She said provocatively, referring both to our three kids and the unborn stepchild now growing in her belly.
Although the current economic situation had constrained budgets severely, I was still travelling extensively for my job as Technical Manager for a large retail chain -- more so now so much work was being 'outsourced' to distant places.
I was just reaching the end of a ten day trip to China and had been fortunate enough to catch a better connection to Shanghai than I had expected, bringing me home hours earlier but first giving me a few moments in my hotel to have phone sex with my beautiful, increasingly pregnant wife.
It was time we had just made very satisfactory use of -- at least from my point of view. Claire hadn't had an orgasm, I could tell despite her considerable acting ability. In fact I knew she was finding it harder and harder to climax as her pregnancy progressed, even though her sex drive had if anything increased. But right then it wasn't the first thing on my mind.
Readers of the first Chapter will know that my lovely wife Claire and I had been virgins when we first married and had been entirely faithful to each other from the beginning of our relationship right up to my business trip to South America five months ago during which -- at my urging -- she had seduced her cousin Simon, a fit, athletic young man who was staying with us to help with the kids while he attended a work experience placement with a major London football team.
Claire's current pregnancy was an unplanned result of that liaison. Because of her immensely strong and sincerely held views about contraception and abortion, we had no alternative but to see the pregnancy through but, even though I had had a vasectomy some years before, I was more than content to be the official father of a fourth child.
Indeed after explaining to astonished relations how my operation must have failed, both our Catholic families -- especially mine who disapproved of my vasectomy in the first place - were very happy at the prospect of yet another baby in the house.
"Sorry! I was being selfish..." I apologised into the handset while reaching across to the bedside table for a tissue. "I get a bit carried away sometimes..."
"You're telling me!" She laughed. "You've been away too long!"
"Well when I get back I'm not going away for a few weeks so we'll have plenty of chances to make up for lost time." I began to clean up the sticky mess on my tummy.
"You didn't cum, did you?" I asked hesitantly.
"It doesn't matter..." She replied quietly. "I enjoyed it, it's just my tummy..."
"Swollen?" I asked, remembering her three previous pregnancies.
