Bright afternoon sun beat down on the hot tiles surrounding the deep blue swimming pool making it painful to walk without shoes as I carried our three glasses on a small tray back to the apartment for a refill. The water dripping from my wet swim shorts made slippery puddles around my feet and I stepped carefully the last few yards.
As I reached the apartment's door I turned and smiled at my wife Alice who was completing the last few confidant lengths of her daily exercise routine. She turned at the pool's end, her long blonde hair, pulled back into a pony tail and dark with wetness; fell down her slender back. The water made her skin shine as she nodded and returned my smile before continuing her exercise.
It was Thursday, our first full day in Steve and Carmen's new place in Spain and it was already wonderful. We had arrived late the previous evening to be met at the airport by Carmen and whisked away on a forty minute journey to the extraordinarily high class development in which they had bought a smart two-bedroom apartment.
Pausing only to drop off our bags and freshen up, she had taken us for dinner in a small, traditional restaurant nearby and the three of us had shared a light but delicious meal before returning to the apartment well after midnight for a well earned sleep.
The three of us! Not four!
It appeared that Steve had suffered one of the problems of running your own business in that his biggest customer had demanded his presence at the last minute requiring him to change his schedule. Steve was now due to join us on Friday night having booked another flight at the last minute. Carmen has given us the bad news when she met us at the airport when we arrived and offered us both his profuse apologies -- especially to Alice, of course.
I could see that my wife was badly disappointed and frankly so was I. The thought of Steve taking over my place in her bed for perhaps three whole days and nights had been really exciting for both of us. We had talked about it in coded language ever since it had been booked -- even in front of the kids -- and once they were fully ensconced with their Grandparents, we had been silly and giggly with anticipation all the journey.
It had been a full five weeks since Steve had last comprehensively fucked my lovely wife and, despite our recent 'scare' we were both very ready for another lengthy copulation -- and with luck, a series of them.
Now our enjoyment was to be shortened. Still, it was only a forty-eight hour delay; they would still have Friday and Saturday nights together, and as much of the daytime as they wanted too, I told myself as I prepared another round of drinks.
Gazing thoughtfully through the window, I watched Alice as she stepped out of the pool, her exercise over for the morning. The water cascading from her new slim and sexy body made me think inevitably of Ursula Andress in James Bond's Doctor No. She looked simply gorgeous! The fact that she still seemed unaware of the way her body had changed simply added to her attraction for me and, I assumed, the other men who now routinely ogled her.
At least, I thought, offering prayers of thanks to the Gods, she wouldn't be troubled by a bulging pregnant belly -- well, not this time. As I broke fresh ice from the trays, my mind ran over the events of that morning two weeks ago when Alice had come into the bedroom with the used pregnancy test in her hand...
***
"Inconclusive?" I gasped as she entered the bedroom from the en-suite, waving the thin white pen-shaped device in her hand. "What does that mean? Are you pregnant or aren't you?"
"It's what the box says" She replied impatiently. "It means... I think... that I left it too long before checking..." She went on. "I thought it said 'pregnant' for a few seconds then it just went, well, strange."
"Show me!"
I anxiously examined the device then ran into the bathroom for the box and read the leaflet inside hastily.
"You're right!" I confessed eventually. "You're definitely inconclusive."
"Shit!" She hissed.
"How late are you?" I asked, adding the word "Exactly" When I saw her starting to get cross.
She thought for a moment "Fifteen days, maybe more -- you know I'm not very regular."
"Shit!" It was my turn to curse. "Have you got another test?"
She shook her head. "And anyway we'd have to wait until tomorrow morning."
"Shit!"
"How the hell am I supposed to act normally all day, not knowing if I'm pregnant?" She demanded.
My heart ached for her and for myself too. The previous night had been sheer hell and I couldn't face another like it.
"We'll just have to keep busy," I replied, taking her hand in mine, "and stick together, right? We got into this together; we'll deal with it together!"
It was the right thing to say, thank God. Alice came over to me and we hugged for a long time.
"I do love you, Cucky Boy!" she said.
Her use of my Cuckold nickname made my tummy tingle and we kissed lovingly. As she turned to go into the shower, my hand surreptitiously stroked her flat, athletic tummy, wondering how I could possibly handle another 24 hours not knowing if I had suffered the ultimate in Cuckoldry -- watching my wife being made pregnant by another man right in front of me.
I went into the bathroom and began to shave.
In the end neither of us had to suffer much longer because Alice's period began in spectacular form that very afternoon and we realised we had quite undeservedly been lucky for a third time -- she wasn't pregnant. Her period when it came was very heavy indeed, complete with stomach cramps, nausea and repeated rushes to the loo which were not normal for her at all.
Looking back, I now firmly believe that my wife had indeed conceived by Steve right in front of me that amazing evening, but had then miscarried a few weeks later at a very early stage in her pregnancy. That thought kept me aroused on many of the following nights and to be honest, still does, along with the realisation that it hadn't occurred to either of us to go to the Doctor to check.
To my surprise, as soon as her bleeding was in full flow, Alice was a woman transformed. Her worries vanished, her demeanour returned to its normal sweet, happy contentedness and, apparently unconcerned by the near-miss we had just had, within 24 hours she was once again looking forward eagerly to our forthcoming long weekend with Carmen and Steve and the thorough fucking we both hoped and expected her to enjoy at his hands.
Telling her that she had probably actually been pregnant with Steve's child, if only for a few weeks, seemed an unnecessary and heartless thing to do to the woman I loved so I kept my own counsel, not knowing if my wife had realised how close she had come to bearing another man's child.
Now of course she was definitely 'on the pill' which on the positive side meant that she was no longer in danger of getting pregnant by Steve or anyone else. On balance, that was a relief and meant relative safety.
On the other hand there were now at least two other people who had a good idea that my innocent wife had started to stray from the path of fidelity. Our Doctor who prescribed her contraceptive pills knew all about my vasectomy and, although he made it clear he knew full well what she was doing, was constrained by laws of confidentiality. Less comforting was the knowledge that whichever pharmacist she went to when her contraceptive prescription needed filling might know us or know our friends. For this reason Alice had taken her first three months' prescription to a pharmacy forty miles away.
For me, the buzz of knowing that there was a risk of our new lifestyle being discovered helped to offset the slight disappointment that I began to feel, knowing Alice could no longer get pregnant during her 'dates'. It surprised me -- and to some extent made me ashamed - to realise just how much the thrill of possible pregnancy had contributed to the incredible excitement and enjoyment I felt, watching my lovely wife being fucked senseless right in front of me.
This was something I had hoped and expected to see in large doses during our long weekend with Carmen and Steve. Did that make me a bad person? I hoped not, but suspected otherwise.
***
The sound of soft naked footsteps on the marble kitchen floor brought me gently out of my reverie.
"Doesn't she look amazing?" A voice sounded close by. It was Carmen, looking hot and a little sweaty but very attractive and womanly in her dark blue bikini. Her hips were rounded; her breasts full and firm in contrast to my wife's slender frame and tiny boobs. I turned to face the woman who had brought our new lifestyle about. She was smiling. I smiled back.
"Well I think she is," I replied, "but then I always did. And the best thing of all is she still doesn't realise what's happened to her."
Carmen smiled knowingly, "It's amazing what a really good fucking now and again can do for a girl," she said, her voice low and very suggestive, "Be honest," she continued, "when did your sweet, innocent wife ever look THAT good when all she was getting in her pussy was this?" She reached over and squeezed the bulge in the front of my swimming trunks but there was no malice in her voice. "Just look at her! All the other men are!"
I couldn't deny it. My wife had never looked so good in all the time I had known her. Slim, athletic, shapely with her long golden hair falling over rapidly tanning shoulders and in her skimpy scarlet bikini she had a body most women her age would kill for. But to top it all there was a new, distinct sexual undercurrent about her that most certainly hadn't existed when she was she was my lovely, pretty but otherwise unremarkable, faithful wife and the mother of our children.
Was that really less than a year ago?
