It was 4 o'clock. I'd finished my shower and gotten dressed, donning the baggiest sweats I owned, which did an admirable job hiding my stuffed balls.
Rachel, Becca, and I, were eating early, brainstorming together to come up with a plan for Claire. We decided it would be best for Rachel to be upstairs while Becca and I did the movie night down in the living room. Rachel looked close to bursting now, which is reason enough, but I also thought it might be difficult for Claire to act if my wife was sitting on the couch. Of course, we could just get her into the house and pin her down as Becca had said earlier, but I wanted to enjoy it. I was going to infest her, yes, but I wanted to see if I could get her to take it willingly.
Becca thought that was stupid but Rachel seemed very interested in the idea. She kept asking me questions like "What if this happens?" or "What if she reacts this way?" and I got the feeling that she was fantasizing about the event just like me.
"You seem more excited about this than I am, babe," I said as I took a bite of my sandwich.
"What? No I just...I'm being thorough, that's all. What if something unexpected happens?" Rachel responded, flustered.
"Mom," said Becca with a mouthful of cereal, "worst case scenario Dad just..." She thrust her spoon up into the air, penetrating an invisible Claire with it.
Rachel shivered. "Yes... worst case..." she rubbed her arms with her hands, trying to erase the goosebumps that had formed. She took in a shaky breath and sighed.
Becca eyed her mother, studying her reaction. She thought the same thing I did, Rachel was turned on by the thought of me and Claire.
"You okay, Ma? All I was saying was worst case Dad could just fuck Claire's brains out by force." Becca was messing with her mother, twisting the proverbial knife.
Rachel's toes curled as she crossed her feet. She shut her eyes and rested her forearms on the table. "Yes, Becca, thank you. I got that."
"That's enough," I said, winking at Becca across the table.
Becca leaned over her bowl as she took another bite. "What? What's the big deal?" She pointed her spoon at Rachel, "I think you like it when I say 'Dad', 'Claire', and 'Fuck', in the same sentence."
Rachel buried her face in her hands, defeated. Her shoulders sank and she dragged her hands down her face. She finally muttered, "Do I have to stay upstairs?"
Becca choked on her cereal. She coughed, smacking the table a few times, before blurting out in a strained voice, "She wants to watch!"
I looked over at Rachel with surprise. I asked her if Becca was right, and she silently nodded her head, still hiding her eyes in her palms.
"You want to watch me fuck Claire?"
She nodded again, whispering "It's all I can think about. I've... thought about it for a long time."
This revelation floored me. "Wait what? You've wanted me to fuck Claire for a long time?"
"Yes. I mean...not Claire specifically...just..." she trailed off.
"Who then?" I asked, trying to make sense of what she was saying.
"Nobody in particular!" she yelled, frustrated with herself. She slumped back in her chair and sighed. "Just... someone. Anyone."
"You wanted me to... cheat? On you?"
Rachel nodded. "I used to imagine you leaving work early to secretly have sex before coming home. I hoped you would do it with someone and then... come do it with me... before you even had a chance to clean up. Sometimes I would...masturbate." She was shrinking in embarrassment.
I stared at her in disbelief. My reserved, cautious, calculated wife had a sexual side to her I'd never even glimpsed, and it apparently had nothing to do with the bugs.
"Damn, Mom. That's...kinda hot," Becca said.
"Why have you never said anything about this?" I asked Rachel.
"It was just a fantasy. It wasn't real, and I definitely wasn't going to risk our marriage over it. Sometimes I'd regret how I felt, I didn't even know if I actually wanted it, let alone how you'd react. Even if I wanted to say something, I was way too shy. Seems silly now," she said as she rubbed her larvae filled stomach.
"How long have you had these thoughts?" I continued.
"Honestly I don't know, but a long time. I remember Claire would come over and be all over you, and I would get so worked up I had to excuse myself. I told you how much I hated it but I secretly couldn't wait for her to visit. I'd leave the house while she was over and sit in a parking lot somewhere, hoping something would happen." Rachel was opening up, years of pent up fantasy pouring out of her.
"Mom! You tried to manufacture scenarios for Dad to fuck my best friend?! That's so fucked up!" Becca laughed.
"Is that not what we're doing right now?" Rachel motioned generally in the air.
"I know! I'm just saying, no wonder you cracked so easy for Dad in the bathroom, you're a freak!" Becca was loving getting to know her mom like this. So was I, to be fair.
"I am not! I never said a word! Not until you two saw fit to involve me in this!"
"Hoping your husband comes home with another woman's pussy on him is pretty slutty, Mom."
"Is it really necessary to say it like that?"
"Seems like it, based on the way you're squirming in that chair." Becca continued to push Rachel, who really was squirming, and not just in her womb. She was trying hard and failing miserably to hide her excitement. "It's really okay. So you'd like it if other women made Dad cum. So what?"
Rachel gasped and drove her knees together, shoving the table toward me. Becca had strategically held off mentioning cum, and it appeared to have the intended effect when she finally said it.
