This ends this series, perhaps mercifully.
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Jack stood with their children in the pew holding his toddler as the congregation sang the morning's hymns. His attention was focused on his wife who was on stage with the praise team that was leading the musically impaired through the songs.
Jack had always understood that his spouse remained an attractive woman in spite of the effect that repeated pregnancies had wrought on her once petite figure. To be honest, her belly was no longer flat or firm. However; her hips had widened and her once "respectably large," Cee-breasts had swelled a couple of cup sizes to give her a classic, hourglass figure that was reminiscent of the actress Jayne Mansfield. The recent evolution of their marriage had only enhanced his appreciation of her feminine charms.
Jack had no doubt that the attentions of at least some of the other men in the congregation were also focused on his wife. Would they be even more attentive if they were aware of her recent promiscuities? Would they presume that it was possible that Jill might now be willing to allow them to enjoy her feminine charms? Perhaps they would realize that she would be uninterested in another, mundane, middle class, married, Beta male like her husband?
Watching Jill play her clarinet evoked memories of Saturday nights lovemaking. She had been unwilling to risk defying her ovulation tracking app again. However; she had been eager to kiss, lick and suck on his penis rather than simply offering him the soft, warm embrace of her deep cleavage as she normally does so he could pleasure himself. She hadn't complained when he aimed the first, most energetic spurt at her parted lips. He was almost certain that she had even swallowed part of his ejaculation.
The sight of Jill with the clarinet in her mouth also evoked speculations about recent events that had been revealed by the incriminating dots. Jack wondered if, and perhaps preferred to believe, that his wife had relaxed her inhibitions enough to perform fellacio on the paramours that she had been having sex with in recent months. This speculation aroused Jack because he was aware that her former boss, who had been promoted and transferred to the head office soon after Jill attended the convention with him several months ago, was a black man. Given the mildly racist attitudes that had been instilled by her conservative upbringing, this represented a more profound violation of her marriage vows.
Some of Jill's wealthier clients who were professional athletes were also black. The possibility that such studs who must have their choice of women might be interested in his maturing, maternal wife provoked a sense of possessive pride. The sight of his wife with a clarinet between her lips inspired images of her sucking on their big, black penises until they ejaculated in her mouth so she could then swallow their potent, Negro sperm.
As Jill concentrated on playing her clarinet, a dampness in her groin was an unwelcome reminder of Friday morning's reckless indiscretion. She would always drip for most of a day after being inseminated by her husband, but to still have semen seeping from her vagina a day later was extraordinary.
Jill blamed herself as much as her most recent paramour for that uninvited and involuntary insemination on Friday morning. The experience of being bent over his couch so helplessly with her feet not quite touching the floor while he pummeled her vagina with his massive member had been deliciously wanton. She had instinctively recognized his intention to inseminate her rather than withdraw as she had requested when they first had sex on Thursday evening.
Jill had dutifully reminded her paramour that he needed to restrain himself. She had even pleaded that she was getting too late in her cycle to be safe. However; she had been giggling rather than angry. She had made no effort to suppress yet another climax even though she knew that the flexing of her pelvic muscles would send him over the edge. In spite of their previous couplings, his supply of semen had seemed to be undepleted. The sensation of his massive glans pressing against her cervix as the wet warmth of his semen flooded her vagina had prolonged her orgasm which had only prolonged his ejaculation.
The intensity of Jill's climax had been accentuated by the knowledge that her position combined with the contractions of her pelvic muscles would draw the Negro's potent sperm deeper into her womb. She had rationalized her recklessness with the thought that she might still yet be early enough in her cycle that she could be safe, only to discover later that evening that she really wasn't. She was now clinging to the forlorn hope that she was getting old enough that she could not conceive as easily as in the early years of her marriage.
When the choruses and hymns were over, Jack watched intently as Jill bent over to meticulously disassemble her clarinet and pack it in it's case. She seemed to be oblivious to the fact that her position allowed the neckline of her normally demure dress to gape open, revealing the upper curves of her big breasts and her deep cleavage. Even from the third row pew, Jack could see a hint of her nipples and large, dark aureolas through her lacy bra. The demicup bra failed to fully restrain her big breasts, allowing them to sway and jiggle enticingly in response to her movements.
As Jack watched Jill walk down the steps off the stage, he noticed that the sunlight from the stained glass window showed briefly through the skirt of her Sunday dress to reveal a brief glimpse of her legs. Memories of her customary choice in lingerie provoked a stirring in his groin.
