Epilogue
Well, I did end up falling pregnant, and presumably from either Hans or young Dan the cadet.
I crawled into bed with my sleeping husband at five o’clock the last morning of our rafting adventure. He had been up drinking with the two old husbands and was out to it.
When we awoke late in the morning Peter went looking for Hans to confront him about giving me love bites that were too prominent to hide. But Hans was gone.
“I don’t know, I’m just the girl, I can’t help it when a man gets all passionate kissing me. I tried to tell him but he wouldn’t stop,” I pouted at my husband who was still complaining to me.
“Yeah I guess,” Peter huffed and checked my neck again.
I looked in the mirror with him and smiled as he held my hips from behind. “Anyway, he really needed it Peter. He was desperate to make love not just have sex. I think he’s really lonely, so it was fair enough to give in to what he needed too,” I contended.
I held my husband’s hands on my tummy.
“Yeah, what he needed too huh?” Peter muttered and kissed my shoulder. “And you got what you needed from him.”
“Uh huh I certainly did. They say you can tell when you fall pregnant, the moment of conception and all. I wouldn’t say that exactly but I’m sure I’ve just ovulated. And I have an awfully warm tingle going on in my tum that could be a baby being made.”
“Uh yeah?” my husband groaned.
“Which means I’ll be pregnant to another man again Peter. And available for other men to play with and fuck while I’m pregnant. You know what it was like last time!”
“Uh fuck yeah, I remember babe. Are you gonna feel that way again, do you think?”
“Uh huh, I already do feel that way. The craving started as soon as we met those naughty cadets.”
I snuggled my head back against my husband’s. “Maybe you could find some other young guys like that to feed me. If I had two eager young men to keep satisfied sucking them off each day, I might not need to be fucked quite so much.
“Aw hell babe, I don’t know who we could get. Maybe those young guys with the lawnmowing service?”
“Mmm maybe,” I cooed and squirmed back on my husband’s erection. “I wonder if they’d take payment in kind,” I giggled.
I was quite serious. Last time I was pregnant I could not get enough sex and any man who wanted to could fuck me.
Right now the bus was here and we had to go. We laughed and chatted with the older couples and bridal party over the hour drive home. I exchanged secret looks with Tamika and Neville and Bart the whole way and got nice hugs from each of them when the bus stopped at our house first.
Of course it was still only early in the week for us; the week we had child-free!
The first night home was about recovery, having not used paddling muscles in years and giving them a good workout over the previous three days on the river.
I soaked in a long hot bath and had an early night, pleased to give my poor over-worked pussy a breather too.
The next day Peter approached the two lawnmower guys working at a house up the street. He came back looking serious.
“Okay, so I booked them for Saturday. They seemed nice enough young guys and they’re both of age. Apparently the landscaping business belongs to one of their dads. But they do all the lawnmowing.”
I grimaced excitedly. “I guess I’ll just accidentally flash them and see if they try for more.”
Peter gulped and nodded. “It’s pretty simple babe, show ‘em your tits and if they’re not devoted to girlfriends it’s a foregone conclusion they’ll come sniffing for more. At that age for sure!”
“Mmm hmm, boys that age probably watch for all the ladies in the houses peeping out of curtains at them working. I’d love for them to catch me and make me suck their cocks. All that fresh young man sperm on tap.” I licked my lips seductively.
“They could stop by every evening after work and I’ll suck it out for them,” I giggled.
My husband wasn’t having any more of that. He bent me over my kitchen sink and fucked me. Then he left to play golf.
I had a closer look at my dates and worked out I would definitely have ovulated this month and would know by this time next week if I didn’t get my period.
I spent the next few days unable to think about anything else. I started rummaging in our storage boxes for all my old baby things.
I found myself getting rather excited for this and was feeling so damn horny.
On Friday Peter went to play golf with his buddy Norman, taking off at first light to be first off the tee or whatever.
I pulled the covers over my head but couldn’t go back to sleep.
I tossed and turned a dozen times then flung the covers back and stared up at the ceiling.
I looked at my bedside drawers then back at the ceiling again. Then I looked at my drawers again and huffed frustratingly.
I leant right out of bed to the bottom drawer and took out my lube and big purple vibrator. I lathered the thing and bent my legs up and spread them.
I inserted the head and a few inches of shaft into my slick pussy.
“Oh god,” I moaned as I wriggled on it.
I pulled back and inserted again. “Ah huh, huh.”
I pulled back and inserted deeper, wriggling some more. “Ah huh, huh, ah huh,” I panted.
I fucked myself with long measured strokes, opening my vagina and squirming down over the thick shaft until the bunny ears were touching my clit.
Then I turned the dial. “AH! Huh huh, huh huh!”
I lifted my butt off the mattress to brace for each deep insertion then wriggled and squirmed on the vibrating ears until my clit was too sensitive.
I fucked myself with less penetrative strokes for a minute then plunged deep and squirmed again. “Ah huh, huh huh.”
As I remembered the feel of the big strong tour guide between my legs I fucked myself in a state of utter abandon. I could feel his tongue in my mouth and thought of the young bride being fucked by the dirty old men.
Tamika’s perfectly-waxed wedding night pussy had stretched around their fat cocks and their big old balls pulsated whilst filling her flat quivering belly with their old man cum.
I smiled to myself as I remembered the two army cadets blowing in my mouth and fucked myself as I fantasised about getting the same from the lawnmower guys.
Finally I gave myself a nice next-level orgasm then squeezed the vibrator out.
I rolled onto my side and drifted contentedly back off to sleep.
Hours passed and as it became hotter I kicked away the bedclothes and lay sprawled nude and exposed.
I thought I heard voices but didn’t register they were real, not until it was too late. My husband’s golfing buddy was standing there leaning in my bedroom doorway smiling down at me.
The vibrator was still between my legs. I’d ended up on my back and it rolled and settled on me.
I had my legs slightly open and the guy was staring at my cunt. In his hand was the golf club he’d borrowed from my husband. He reached with the handle and pushed against my foot.
I let him and opened my legs wider for him.
I drew a big breath and thrust my tits. I squeezed them and rubbed down over my belly and groin and raked my inner thighs, spreading them wider whilst the guy felt his cock in his dorky golfing shorts.
“What do you want on your sandwiches man?” Peter called out.
“I’ll have some of what you’re having,” Norman called back and smirked as I giggled and blushed.
I drew a big calming breath and expelled. “You can fuck me if you want.”
“Oh yeah?” The guy motioned with a toss of his head. “What about um..?”
“Um no, Peter won’t mind,” I uttered and rolled over.
I got up onto my hands and knees and crawled backwards to the foot of the bed, right to the edge. I kept my butt facing the door.
“You don’t have to undress,” I offered and bit my smile.
My husband’s golfing friend approached and unzipped his dorky checkered pants and took out his cock. It was a nice size, about average and quite robust-looking.
Norman fisted it and wiped the head up and down through my pussy, which was still slippery from all the toy lube.
He sank easily into me, all the way with one insertion. “Ah huh, huh!” I moaned as I watched him in the mirror.
He held my hips and rocked me on his cock. I was watching from the side.
He looked comical in his checkered pants and long cream-coloured socks pulled up, his ridiculous salmon-coloured shirt tucked in and his belt still done up.
Just the man’s cock was sticking out, squelching back and forth in my cunt.
A fully dressed golfer and a naked woman, her tits swinging back and forth, her face flushed with guilt-edged excitement.
The golfer began to snarl as his hips rolled and flicked with each thrust, bouncing his friend’s slut-wife harder on his cock now that he was getting close to erupting inside her.
“Nya fuck yes,” the man growled. He held me hard back onto him as his cock throbbed and spurted, whilst I wriggled back over the base of his shaft.
My vagina clenched tight and throbbed too.
Oh god I orgasm so easily when I’m pregnant. I absolutely knew I was.
“You right up there Norm?” Peter called out.
“Yeah man, just saying hello to your pretty wife, be there in a minute!”
** The end **