As she savored her husband's cock, she could not believe how recently it had been when her first one had been practically forced into her mouth. Her friend was right; her husband's small cock was the perfect size for sucking. As it erupted and sent warm squirts into her mouth, she thought of how much cleaner this was. Once her husband had emptied himself, she spit his cum into a mug and rinsed her mouth. It was much easier for her friend as she just swallowed. The idea of swallowing those little tadpoles was not something she could stomach.
She settled into bed next to her husband who kissed her and ran his finger tips over her breasts. "I've been thinking. Since we have to exnay on the exsay during your niece's visit, perhaps it would be a good time to give up my Thursday afternoon affair."
"You still think of it as an affair?" he asked. She considered the question. In the beginning, it had definitely been what she would call an affair. It was just pleasure with no affection. Now, everything was in the open. They had all met at Rooster's and her husband had watched the man fuck her.
"I don't know what to call it." It was simply outside their experience. They both were raised to believe in sex only after marriage and only with a spouse. Words like "blowjob" and "doggy" were new to them.
"Fair enough! I don't know the right word either. Affair does imply it is behind my back. This is definitely not that. But I don't know how to answer your question. If you're tired of him then I am certainly not going to make you."
"Not tired at all; he is still the best lover of the three of you. But I'm doing two men and you've only got one woman! That's hardly fair."
"Fuck fair! Or don't. Would you be willing to stop if he hadn't taught me how to eat your pussy?"
"I don't know. Maybe. Probably not."
"I can think of more than one reason for you to continue if you want to but there's a 'Thanks for teaching me to pleasure my wife now go away' quality to me wanting you to stop. I would prefer it if we increased the number of women I am enjoying sex with rather than decrease the number of men you are enjoying. Perhaps you could set him up with someone?"
"Sure. Which one of my friends do you want to have sex with?"
The question was playful but there was a definite 'I dare you' quality to it. "Well, there is one friend of yours that I would enjoy some time between her legs. The one with the husband that has the big cock."
"Good answer! Unfortunately, I think it would be easier to talk one of them into sex with you than with him. First, I would have to admit I've had sex with him. That's not happening! Why don't you find your own second partner?"
"I'm not sure how that would happen. A lack of the right words for what we are doing isn't the only problem we face. If my having sex with Rooster's wife isn't cheating, can I just fuck anyone that agrees and it isn't cheating?"
She tried to imagine her husband having a tryst with someone she had never met. The idea definitely upset her. "No, it would be upsetting. I wonder how I would handle the shopkeeper now. How would you feel about me letting him suck my tits?"
He gave that some thought. "Hard to be sure since I know that he does. It's hard for me to imagine him not being welcome to them. I didn't mean that the way it might have sounded; they are your tits. Not suggesting you would have to..."
"I get your point."
"Good. It was only after he had you on tape letting him suck your tits that things escalated. You didn't want him to give me that tape. But what if you said 'no' and he gave it to me. At the time, it would not have been pleasant. Not certain what I would have done. But today? I would want to see it. Together! See if he did anything better; something I could do."
"So you would be okay with me letting a strange man suck my tits?"
"I think it would depend more on the circumstances. You were caught stealing and letting him suck your tits kept you from getting arrested. I would be okay with that. The sucking; not the stealing. Why were you stealing?"
"I don't know. Honest. A momentary lapse! Please don't make me think about that. I promise that it is not going to happen again."
"That might be important or it might not. The question we are trying to answer is what can we do now? The line was once clear; we don't do it with anyone except each other. I wouldn't be happy if you fucked a cop to avoid a speeding ticket. So the line does still exist. I suppose we both need to agree where it is."
"Yes. So about the cop, how about a blow job?"
"I don't know. Is it something that happens? 'Miss, I clocked you doing 30 miles over the speed limit. For a blowjob, it will disappear.'"
"A girl can sometimes flirt her way out of a ticket."
"Flirt is way different than a blow job!"
"True."
"I saw a show once. Man hit someone with his car. Was it a tragic accident or homicide? I actually thought that maybe some pussy would persuade the cop that it was definitely an accident. Wife was in the car. I don't really remember any more than that."
"It's hard for me to imagine. I guess if I knew you were innocent and my pussy would keep us from having to prove it. Proving it would be expensive. Would that make me a whore?"
"I would hope not. Even if proving it were free, there are other costs. Just to avoid waiting for a verdict from a jury for something I was innocent of would be anxious to avoid."
"But would fucking the cop be seen as bribery? Evidence of guilt?"
"I think we are getting away from the point."
"I agree. Where is the line?"
"No idea. We just have to be aware that it exists but neither of us know where. Perhaps we both agree that we won't be fucking anyone unless we believe that they will be soon joining us at Rooster's?"
"I can agree to that."
And the two fell asleep.
...
She woke up feeling queasy and it hadn't passed all day. Yeah, she was pregnant for sure. There was just no way she could pass this off as her husband's; he had been away too long. She could lie about when she started feeling morning sickness. Except she was a terrible liar! And a full term baby would give her away. She heard a car; Auntie was home. Maybe she would get her mind off her predicament.
"Hi sweetie. Are you not well?" said her aunt after she came in.
"I'm okay, I guess."
"Something's bothering you. I saw it last night but thought you were just missing your husband. How about if we sit down? I do have a bottle of wine we could share. I rarely drink but I think it will help."
"No wine. I don't think I should be drinking."
That sounded suspiciously like an 'I'm expecting' response. "Okay, some tea then." She definitely did not feel pregnant at Rooster's party last week. When would she have had one of those one night stands that left a woman in a family way? She was only alone in the mornings. Not that she was stopping her or keeping tabs on her but she had been keeping her niece company.
"So tell me what's up?"
"It's nothing."
"When do you think you got pregnant?" She was learning that a direct question would often elicit a direct answer.
"Yesterday morning."
She had never been pregnant but that seemed a little fast to be feeling it. "How did it happen?"
"I was bored. I tried a little shopping. I don't know what came over me. I just sort of did it. I wasn't thinking of it as stealing; just..." She was stopped by her aunt's laughter. It was not a laughing matter!
She had heard enough. No need to hear any more.
"Did you take the pink panties?"
The younger woman was shocked by the question. How did she know? Did everyone know?
The aunt saw the look of terror on her niece's face. She had not meant for her to be afraid.
"Calm down. I've actually worn mine a few times since I got them."
The look of fear was instantly gone.
"YOU?"
"You should go talk to him."
Several questions sprang to the young woman's mind. "I don't dare show my face there again! And how do you know he's a nice man. He blackmailed me!"
"He blackmailed me too. At the time, there was no way I wanted your uncle to see that video. But we're friendly now. He was invited to that party last week but couldn't come."
"Well, he certainly came in me. He said he didn't care if I got pregnant; the baby was my husband's."
"Go put on your big girl panties and talk to him. This afternoon is a slow time at the shop. Now is a good time."
...
He instantly recognized her. That was not something that had ever occurred before. Well, not exactly. "Excuse me. I usually don't have to say it but you are not longer welcome in this establishment."
"My aunt said I should come and talk to you."
"Her aunt?" he thought. His usual Thursday afternoon fun was sidelined due to a visiting niece. This was her? "Stealing runs in the family?" was the only thing he could think of to say. He had made peace with the aunt some time ago; this woman was still someone he was sore at.
"My husband is her husband's nephew. We're in-laws."
"I see. Why did your aunt think you should come talk to me?"
"I'm pregnant."
He considered her carefully. The fact that she's visiting meant she would be leaving. He sort of trusted the woman's aunt. He didn't see her being here long enough to blab his secret. "You're just visiting and are going back to where you came from?" he asked.
"What does that have to do with it?"
"Just answer the question."
"That's the plan. But my husband is going to know it isn't his. If he divorces me, I may just stick around. I'm going to need child support."
"You did not get pregnant here."
"You fucked me and came in me. No condom. You're the only possible father!"
