For this story to make any sense at all, it will be helpful to read part one of "On Loan." If I do say so myself, it's one of the most erotic things I've written to date, so hopefully you'll be rewarded for your efforts.
"On Loan" is meant as an homage to one of my favorite authors on Literotica, The Big Bopper. He wrote a one-part story called "Swap for a Period." It reminded me a great deal of a real-life experience I had once, so I asked him if he would please finish it. While he indicated he had no desire to revisit his own material, he did give me his blessing to take his idea of a wife lending her husband out and run with it. Hopefully, he likes what I've done with it.
I would also like to thank my friend Kat for her editing efforts. I've taken the criticism that I could use an editor to heart. Any mistakes you find lingering in the text are my own.
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Part Two
The days turned into weeks. Stephanie's pregnancy continued and although she chafed at the confinement, she was doing well. She spent most of her time blogging and getting recipes ready for Amanda to post once she took over. When Amanda came home every day, they tried to work on it before Amanda's homework pulled her away. Satisfied with their progress, she was grateful to have the extra time to get Amanda up to speed.
For his part, Jack was working harder than ever. His business had picked up at the worst possible moment. He hired more people, but they required training. He made sure to be out there with his crews, getting dirty along with the rest of them. His people were good at their jobs, and the gardens they created were gaining notice. There had been some writeups in the local paper so their phones were ringing off the hook.
Their household had settled into a routine. When he came home, he'd kiss Amanda "hello," and ask her about her day. Then he'd hurry upstairs, kiss his wife, and shower. Amanda would bring them their tray and he'd remain with Steph until she kicked him out. He made sure never to be in a hurry to leave her, he never wanted her to grow resentful.
However, he'd be lying if he didn't admit that he spent most of his day digging in the dirt, thinking about fucking his niece later that night. They would start off the evening by doing various things. Cuddling in the hammock, soaking in the hot tub, going for a run, watching something on TV. Sooner or later, every night without fail, he would wind up inside her tight, young body. Sometimes, they would fuck furiously, then follow that up with a long, leisurely bout of lovemaking to end of the evening.
Proving to be experimental, there was very little Amanda wouldn't try. Jack had tied her up, spanked her, humiliated her, and she took it all and loved it. One night, they took a shower together and he decided to pee all over her body. She all but attacked him, surprising them both. Afterward, she laughingly got out a marker and wrote "Jack's territory" where he had peed. After that, every time they were in the shower, he'd pee on another part of her body and she'd mark it up later. It was a good thing it was a washable marker, as she'd be covered in ink otherwise.
He was obsessed with her long, hair. Her shade of blonde was so fair, it was almost silver. He once spent an early part of the evening with her in front of the TV brushing the long strands. She jokingly showed him how to braid it and he could now do a serviceable French braid. He wasn't sure if that skill would come in handy later in life, but it was now in his tool belt.
Jack would have to say, though, that the most magical time with Amanda was when they were making love, her legs wrapped around his hips. They would stare into each other's eyes, their souls entangling along with their limbs and tongues. The intense pleasure was incredible, the connection electric. He'd thrust slowly, her hips rising to meet him, and he wanted to die of the bliss she gave him. It was getting harder and harder to leave her bed to return to his own. When he did, he'd crawl in beside his pregnant wife and hold her close. Sometimes, she'd awaken and hold his hand, commenting on the smell of sex. They'd kiss slowly, then fall asleep together.
While Jack was still madly in love with his wife and their unborn child, Amanda was taking up room in his heart. He knew it, even if he scarcely acknowledged it. He certainly never shared the information with Amanda or Stephanie. It was so confusing that he decided to Google to see if there was such a thing as loving two women at once. He found links to various books on the subject and tried to read up on it. There was only so much time in the day, however. If he had to choose between fucking his beautiful niece or reading a book, the niece won every time.
Amanda also followed a familiar pattern. She'd awaken, sometimes have sex with Jack, sometimes not. She'd get Stephanie her breakfast, then head off to class. Despite her very active sex life, she was keeping up with her classes, which she found fascinating. After class, she'd check on Stephanie. If she was awake, they'd work on the blog until Amanda had to excuse herself to do homework and start dinner, often preparing some of the recipes that Stephanie had given her for the blog. Every day, when her uncle came home, she would feel a tingle of excitement between her thighs. They were both very cool about it. They'd share a kiss, but the early part of the evening was about Stephanie. Once she was ready to go to sleep, the rest of the evening belonged to them.
About a month after their affair had started, Jack and Amanda decided to go for a run. He made sure he had his cell phone on him and they drove to a nearby park. It was a larger one, with lots of wooded areas. They ran a couple of miles, setting an easy pace. Jack let her run a little ahead of him, so he could enjoy the view of her ass in yoga pants as she ran. She would glance over her shoulder, her long silver pony tail bobbing along as she ran. Her eyes would twinkle, and her laugh would ring out. He loved that laugh, it was one of her best qualities.
Finally, he had enough of watching her ass. He steered her towards a deserted, wooded area. He pressed her against a tree, holding her hands over her head. He yanked her yoga pants down over her slim hips and started spanking her pert ass. Her cheeks grew red, each one having a perfect imprint of his hand. He made her count them out, not even telling her what number they were going for. It wound up being 32, the exact number of days that had passed since they became lovers. He whispered that in her ear as he spread her thighs apart and buried his erection in her tight cunt.
He brought his hands up under her shirt and sports bra. Jack found her small breasts with their peaks erect. He pinched her nipples, forcing a loud moan to escape her lips. He grinned and did it again. He loved making her do things he knew would drive her crazy. After all, Amanda didn't want to get caught any more than he did. That didn't stop her from responding to his touch, crying out the combination of pleasure and pain. In a month of wild things, this one was one of the best. And if they got caught? So long as the police weren't called, who gave a fuck? If it were a man, they would share a look of understanding. She was unimaginably sexy. Who wouldn't want to fuck her every chance they got?
"Amanda," he groaned into her ear. "You'd better be quieter, slut. If a man comes across us, I'm going to let him have you. I'm going to let him shove his bare cock into you and take you right here. You'll do it, too. You'll beg for anything I require of you." His hand found her neck and he squeezed. "I'll let him do whatever he wants, but you won't be allowed to cum for him, slut. Your cum belongs to me."
Amanda loved the danger, the naughtiness of being fucked by her uncle in such a public place, even if it was heavily screened from prying eyes. At various times, they would hear runners jogging past on the trail a few feet away. Jack would cover her mouth and murmur "quiet, bitch" in her ear, continuing to fuck her slowly. Nothing would stop him until she had cum, then he was able to unload his ejaculate into her pussy. He kissed her ass cheeks, then pulled up her yoga pants. They would continue their run, Amanda's face red as she could feel his cum leaking out of her tunnel.
One evening, they were cuddling on the hammock, fingers entwined as she read a book for class. He pulled out his Kindle and read the book he bought about loving more than one person. It was an interesting read. Some parts of it were rather arousing. The author maintained that this was all perfectly normal and no wrong way to do it, so long as there was open, honest communication.
That aspect was confusing to him. How could he be honest to anyone when he wasn't sure what was going on in his own head? He would freely admit he was obsessing on sex with his niece, that she was in his head, and he spent way too much time thinking about her when they weren't together. When he thought about his wife, all the passionate, loving feelings were still there. He could hardly wait until the birth of their son, so their love life could resume. However, he had no idea how he would go about giving up Amanda. Heck, he wasn't even sure if Amanda wanted to stay, let alone if Stephanie would allow such a thing.
As if she could sense his disquiet, Amanda put her own book aside. "Hey, Jack. You've got something on your mind, I can tell."
Jack glanced over at her concerned face, and smiled. "And how can you tell that, sweetheart?"
"Because you're making this odd humming sound while you're reading. You make that sound when you're thinking on something really hard." She smiled, a dimple appearing in her cheek. "I'm getting to know your little secrets, Uncle dearest."
Sighing, Jack put down his Kindle. "This thing we're doing, Amanda, it wasn't my idea. You and Steph cooked this up and I've been along for the ride. I'm trying to figure it out in my head. I guess, I like things to make sense. What are we doing? How long are we going to do it? Why do I feel like I have two remarkable women in my life, and I don't deserve either of them? Why am I the lucky asshole?"
Snorting, Amanda laughed. "Well, you got the asshole part right." She let out a long laugh as he tickled her side. "In my head, I must hope for the best, but prepare for the worst. Once the baby is born and Steph has recovered, she's going to want you back. I'm going to have to let it happen, even though it will be hard, a lot harder than I would have thought." She kissed him slowly, then pulled away. "Maybe there will be some way to continue this, but I can't let today be marred worrying about it. We have right now, this moment. We can't control time to come, but we can enjoy what's right in front of us."
