GEMMA MAKES SURE IT HAPPENS
Gemma had reckoned that following her horny and monstrously well-endowed father-in-law's pursuit of her, and finally her submission, he would find her and an unlikely affair would soon be ended. But things didn't go to plan, or her inhibitions at the idea of Stan Maguire fulfilling the role of a sperm donor had kept it from happening.
"This way we keep it in the family," he had suggested the first time that Stan had spoken of a possible solution to her problem; that of failing to conceive.
Two months ago, it had begun to make a lot of sense, but now she wondered what prevented her dream from becoming a reality. Keeping her affair with Jake's father a secret was becoming more difficult. The alterations to the house were almost done and the excuses for Stan being there and dealing with it all, and whenever she was not at work, difficult to sound believable.
But she had become like the moth attracted to the light, getting closer and closer to forbidden moments with a man she was undoubtedly fond of and who had finally succeeded in seducing her. She'd become lost in the emotional and physical mayhem that the man had aroused in her; she always felt wasted by his stamina and his control; dismayed that he could bring her to a climax and delay his until he could bear it no longer and they climaxed together, the quantities of semen more than she got from her husband.
Having sex, making love, sharing the heat had taken on a new purpose and had torn away her resolve not to succumb to the raging pleasure that Stan brought to the act. She wanted to get pregnant, by him if it was not to be Jake, but she was not intent on sleeping with both men without the only result that she truly craved. She had lost count of the times she had been called selfish before the first time Stan had taken her to bed and a purposeful, yet unsuccessful affair had begun.
She thought of this again as she moved across the room, her footsteps loud on the uncarpeted floorboards that were spattered with paint and yet to be cleaned. Stan always pouted as a sign of approval of what he saw, of her, and she had never gotten used to meeting that look and hearing the soft coaxing words that went with it. Now that they were lovers, she knew how purposeful his look and spoken words had become.
"You know that the time's right again," she told him, in her soft voice, as Stan stopped what he was doing and closed the space between them. She gripped his outstretched hand.
"The time's right for me to be with the sexy young woman that I see before me, again," he replied, sincerely, as they gazed into each other's eyes.
"Please don't fail me again," Gemma whispered in reply and in her customary direct ways of speaking. The sex with Stan was off the scale but being unfaithful was taking its toll.
Her lips trembled and he stilled them by leaning in and kissing her gently, slicking his tongue over them before she responded and kissed him with a desperation that unnerved him for its intensity.
"It's going to be okay," he said trying to console her.
"For it to be okay I need to know that you've found me, that I'm pregnant. Jake isn't making it happen."
Her hands clutched at his back, and he soon delighted in how she pressed her breasts against his chest and clung to him as they kissed, her lips moving to press forward so that she could feel his erection pressing against her tummy.
"I want it to happen too...and I don't like to think I've failed you."
He couldn't stand to hear her words of criticism or was it a disappointment that he had failed her so far, blessed as he was with what she took into her body, and they fucked like demons. He felt that he was on fire, the ache in his groin a sure sign that she had again gotten to him and the idea of claiming her in whichever way that Gemma wanted or demanded of him.
"No, not in here!" she gasped, his touch to her thighs as her skirt was lifted too much to bear.
"And you're going nowhere!"
He stopped her as she rushed out onto the landing and restrained her. He put both his hands on her heavy breasts and brushed his thumbs over her nipples, these claims upon her arousing a rush of wetness.
"It's time, my time to do it with you again!"
Jake had been taken during the night and now it was Stan's turn to claim her. One hand moved down over her belly to press into the fabric of her swaying skirt, between her legs before it cupped her mound and clamped upon it in a slow and persuasive rhythm.
"Stan...Stan...this is crazy! You're so hard and strong again!"
"You get to me, and you know that." Stan delighted in all that she brought to his sight and touch. Gemma would open for him, she always did, and they would climb to the heights of forbidden pleasure.
She shivered, feeling the rush of aberrant longing for him. She had slept with both men, with Jake and Stan, yet she knew with livid certainty, however, who the father of her longed-for child would truly be.
His breaths and hungering kisses were on her throat as she lifted her head to meet these claims upon her. She shivered and felt the gush of expectancy as she pushed her hips forward to meet the clamping and tugging caresses of his hands upon her.
"Here...out here on the landing?" she gasped, in dismay, as she felt his hands pull on her skirt and then brush over the warm skin of her thighs until his fingers found her, brushed over her tummy, then under the hem of her panties.
"Yes, out here, and we do it without any more words or delay. Make this the place where it happens for you!"
His fingers had drawn aside her panties, and she felt his touches brush the spiral of hair on her cleft, then slowly enter her body in slow probing and seducing claims.
"Stan...Stan!" she called out on gasps for breath. "You're always so wild...so passionate...so eager!"
Her hands clamped on his jeans, felt him unzip them and fumble, Stan moving awkwardly to ease that pole of hard flesh out and then have her touch it. Stan brought so much; he wasn't circumcised, but his foreskin was stretched over a big glistening knob that brushed against her thighs.
"Turn around!"
