Chapter Four
“So, I read up on it and the best way to guarantee a viable pregnancy is to have sex for all six days of my ovulation window.” Rose is sitting at our dining room table again, her bare feet up on an empty chair. All I can hear is “Cum, cum cum. Cum inside me as much as possible. Every day!”
I shake my head and try to focus on the conversation. Peter is nodding sagely like he suspected this might be the case.
“You want to do it again?” I blurt. Once was manageable, but I don’t know if my heart can take another time. My knees are still bruised from crawling across the floor like the pathetic cuckold I am. “I might need to discuss this with Peter.”
She frowns and traces her lips with a finger. “Your choices affect all three of us now, Bella. We should be able to talk about these things together.”
“She’s right, honey.”
If I could vaporize him with my eyes, I would. The look I give him is so scorching he winces.
“Why don’t we just see how it goes this month and revisit if necessary?
Isn’t the whole reason we’re doing this because you’re young and healthy?
Women your age get pregnant just from sneezing near viable sperm.
” It’s hard to keep the bitterness from my voice.
I just want to be alone with my husband and process what happened.
He just had his cock buried in a younger woman and we need to reckon with that, alone.
“I do have to go back to school eventually.” Rose raises her eyebrows.
“Well, we wouldn’t want to inconvenience you. I think this was a good effort, but if it doesn’t work out, we’ll just have to take it as a sign. What’s meant to be will be.”
Peter looks ready to protest, but Rose shrugs and puts her feet on the floor. “I understand. Well, I’ll keep you guys updated. I feel like maybe I should head home now.”
She suddenly looks so young and vulnerable, like a kicked puppy. Peter shoots me a look like he expects me to apologize.
“We really appreciate everything you’re doing for us, Rose.” I stand up and walk her to the door, inserting my body between her and Peter before either of them can get any funny ideas about goodbye embraces. There’s been enough of that for tonight.
“I hope I haven’t overstepped,” she says, in the doorway. “I really am just trying to help.”
I sigh. It’s always harder to be angry with her when Peter isn’t in the room. “I know you are, sweetheart. I’m just feeling a lot of emotions. I need a little break.”
“Okay.” She bites her lip and I swear her eyes are filling with tears.
Oh god. I pull her into my arms and she crushes her little body against mine.
I hate that my body responds, my nipples hardening.
Her face is close to my chest, it reminds me of my husband suckling her pretty tits, so much bigger than mine.
My thighs flare with a delicious heat and I have to take a step back.
“We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” I hope my voice doesn’t sound as shaky as I feel. I have no idea what to do with all the conflicting emotions swirling around inside me.
“Okay.” She gives me a watery smile and I watch her scamper down the driveway and back to her parents’ house. I wonder what they think about all this—do they know what their daughter was getting up to with her married neighbors? Do they know we’re all praying for her womb to quicken?
I close the door and lean my back against it with a deep sigh. That might’ve been the longest evening of my life.
Peter and I talk in circles again. I tell him how strange it felt for me to be left out and he tries to downplay his attraction for her.
I saw his face—being inside her looked like heaven.
He’s obsessed with her body, can’t stop looking at her, touching her in small ways. He doesn’t even notice he’s doing it.
“Fine,” I finally break down around midnight. “Fine! You can fuck her for the rest of her ovulation window. She’ll come over and spread her legs for you and you can fill up her tight little pussy another five times. But I want to be there.”
“In the room?” he asks, shocked. His eyebrows nearly disappear into his hairline and his whole body stills.
“Yes. In the bed with you. You’re my husband. I’ll suck you off, get you hard for her, help things along. What do you think about that?”
I can see the thoughts reeling behind his eyes.
If this is really about conception, he shouldn’t have a problem with it.
The only reason he would say no is if something deeper is going on—something he doesn’t want me to know about.
I signed off on him breeding the neighbor’s daughter, but I did not agree to a sexual free-for-all.
He’s still my husband. I should be part of it.
“I don’t see why not,” he finally says, carefully. He’s looking at me like he’s never seen me before, in fact, I can see a tent beginning to form in his pants. “You would want to do that?”
“Very much so.” I move closer, pawing at his crotch. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” he agrees, melting into my touch. When he kisses me, I feel tingly all over. This is the passion I’ve been missing.
When he fucks me, I think of him deep inside her instead. This is what she felt like. This is the cock I shared with her. Her pussy walls milked him just like this, and he left her dripping with his sticky seed, just like the warmth oozing between my own thighs as I fall asleep.
I’m the one who invites her back over. Peter thought it was important that she know I’m on board with everything. He wants me to explain to our twenty year old neighbor that I’m going to be in the room while she fucks my husband. Chicken.
She chews on the end of her braid while I talk, the two plaits making her look even younger than she is. I swallow my pride and admit my desire: I want to be there. I want to see everything. I want to be a part of it.
“I think that makes sense,” she says finally. “I can understand how that’d make things easier for you. I’m willing to try it.”
My heart is racing. I didn’t realize how much was hanging on her reaction until she agreed.
A wave of lust washes over me as I see her with new eyes.
She’s seductive and teasing. Sweet and deviously manipulative.
She knows what she’s doing to us, doesn’t she?
She knows how beautiful her body is and how important she’s become to us both.
I almost hate her in that moment, but more than anything, I want to kiss her soft lips, feel them part beneath mine. I shiver, getting control over myself. “Shall we go to the bedroom, then?” I ask, swallowing hard. “Peter is waiting.”
We use our bedroom this time. Rose hops onto the bed, her pretty head propped up on my pillows, her pale, naked body sweet and open.
I get my first full view of the pink petals of her pussy, looking neat and tidy beneath a ginger landing strip.
My mouth waters as I watch her scoot across the bedspread and kick the blankets into a tangle at her feet.
I sit beside her on the bed, my heart hammering in my chest, as my husband drops his pants to reveal his straining manhood. The tip looks angry, leaking a pearly drop as he crawls across the bed toward us. His eyes are locked on Rose’s slender, bare body, and dripping with lust.
He reaches the empty space between her legs and she spreads herself wide for him.
If I don’t get between them now, they might just forget I’m here at all.
I lean forward, wrapping my hand around my husband’s thick, veiny shaft.
He doesn’t need any help getting hard, he’s already pulsing beneath my grip, but I take him into my mouth anyway, desperate to play a part in this.
I grow self conscious when I think about her watching me.
I suck Peter’s cock back between my lips, let the tip tickle my throat, and then pull back gasping for breath.
When I flutter my eyes up at him, he’s watching her.
I flick my gaze in her direction, and her chest is heaving, locked in intense eye contact with him as she rolls her dusky pink nipples between her fingers.
I shiver as my pussy throbs. Even with my mouth wrapped around his length, it’s like I’m invisible.
They’re drawn to each other like magnets.
It’s probably just biology—it’s his caveman brain dragging him inexorably toward her when she’s at her most fertile age and ovulation point.
It’s just chemicals, pheromones, directing their bodies toward the most viable option for progeny.
That’s what I tell myself anyway as I plop him out of my mouth and guide his wet tip toward her waiting pussy. It’s my hand that leads him there, lines him up with her gaping entrance, and pushes him that first inch inside.
Her mouth drops open in a silent “O” and he rumbles in his chest as he sinks inside.
I back up, and within moments, I fade to the background as they lock eyes and lose themselves in each other.
My husband’s arms box her head in, his chest grinds against hers as he swivels his hips.
Her eyes roll back in her head and her legs wrap around his waist.
“Oh Peter,” she moans, her nails dragging down his back.
“Christ, it’s so fucking tight,” he hisses between gritted teeth. Humiliation races down my spine like hot shame, but then I realize with disgust that I’m humping against my own hand.
It’s hot watching them together. She’s so wet and ready for him that their privates smash with filthy squelches that make my clit throb.
She palms his cheek and pulls him closer, shoving her tongue inside his mouth.
It hurts my chest, but the ache in my tits is almost pleasurable.
My other hand travels beneath my shirt to ease the discomfort, pinching and rolling the nipples even though they’re pathetically small compared to hers.
I’m feeling jealous and left out, but I wouldn’t dare interrupt.
If anything, the heat between them seems more intense than yesterday.
Like that was the test drive and now they’re just luxuriating in each other.
I remember that this is only Rose’s third time.
You’d never guess from the way she clings to him, begging for more of his fat dick to fill her. She’s irresistible.
When she pushes her thumb between his lips and whispers, “Breed me, Peter.” I nearly cum myself.
He groans and squeezes his eyes shut as his hips piston faster, harder.
I shove my hand down my pants and start humping it, forcing three fingers deep in my cunt as I choke down the whimper threatening to break from my throat.
“Make me a mommy,” Rose shouts, bucking her hips wildly, her heels digging into my husband’s ass.
A sob breaks from my lips as I clench around my hand.
Her words are filthy and hurtful, they completely cross the line, but Peter and I both cum as if on command, wrapped around her slender little finger.
“Fuck, Rose!” He grunts, spurting deep inside her. As my orgasm fades, I change angles, wanting to see his balls spasm and pump her full. He keeps fucking her, even though it’s spilling out the sides and dripping down her peachy ass.
“Quick, Bella. Push it back inside,” Rose urges me. I’m so fascinated, so enthralled, I don’t hesitate to do it. Peter pulls out as my hand slides between her thighs, scooping his load up with my fingers and stuffing his cum inside her. When my fingers slide into her slippery cunt, I gasp.
She props up on her elbows and watches me, her eyes half-lidded. “Keep going. It’s best for the baby if I orgasm.”
I swallow hard and keep pumping her full. I’ve never touched another woman like this, but she’s so beautiful, so responsive. I do what I think would feel good on my body, twisting my hand so that my thumb can brush her clit with each thrust.
“Mmm. That’s good.” Rose sighs, her head dropping back.
“Peter?” She reaches for him. I keep sliding my fingers in and out of her messy cunt while my husband crawls to the head of the bed and kisses her.
She moves his hands to her tits and he massages her melons while I work her. Together, we make her cum.
I’m surprised when she starts to flutter around me. Her walls clench down and squeeze my fingers. Some of the semen drips out and I push it even deeper, riding out the waves of her pleasure.
Peter looks back at me as she catches her breath.
I’m knuckle deep in our college-aged neighbor, making sure she’s properly stuffed with his seed.
I’ve never felt closer to him. On an impulse, I pull my fingers out and suck each one individually, never breaking eye contact. I don’t feel so invisible now.
Before she goes home, I corner Rose and ask about the things she said during sex. It was an intense experience, but the “Mommy” talk made me uncomfortable. The whole point of this arrangement is that Peter and I will be the parents. She’s just carrying the baby for us.
“Bella,” she says patronizingly, patting me on the hand. “I’m just manifesting the baby. For a womb to be fruitful, you have to make your intentions known. It’s like positive thinking.”
“It’s just—I’ll be the baby’s Mommy, you know?
” I hardly feel like I have a leg to stand on after what happened in there.
It’s becoming increasingly clear to me that I’m very attracted to Rose.
It makes me feel dirty and perverted. I shouldn’t be lusting after the neighbor’s daughter, or the younger woman who is fucking my husband, or my baby’s surrogate.
This is all so wrong, so weird, so confusing.
“You should be doing some positive thinking too. You have to want me to get pregnant. This won’t work unless you’re all-in. We’re in this together. Do you want to talk to my stomach again?”
I scoff, but my heart pangs. I did actually feel something last time I did it.
It still feels ridiculous, and I roll my eyes as I drop to my knees, but I do it anyway.
I feel more comfortable with her body already.
Touching her feels more natural after where my hands have been.
I press both hands against her stomach and kiss right under her belly button.
“It’s safe to grow, little baby. We’re ready for you. We all can’t wait to meet you,” I whisper.
“That’s right,” Rose says, stroking my hair as I rest my face against her stomach. “Good job, Mom.”