

Sneaky Love by Ale Stone

Chapter 1

"I don't know," my wife said as soon as she had applied lipstick on
her full lips. "It's a big step to take. Up till now it's only been
you and me. What will happen when we get a third person into our
lives?" We were getting ready to receive our guests. There was to be
nine. They were my staff with wives, except for Thomas, Tom, who
wasn't more than eighteen and just out of school. We used to have
them around a couple of times during the year partly to keep the
feelings of the small business I had running smoothly but also
because we both liked them all. "Oh, darling. Of course you're a
little scared. It's only natural. It is a big step. But I think the
time is right. We are doing well. The house is big enough for at
least two kids, and you stopped taking the pill last month."

"Yes. I know what we agreed to. But..." "You know I don't feel the
same making love to you with a rubber. It takes away the feeling of
your pussy around my prick." "It's not the same for me either. Oh.
Darling, let's just wait another month or so. I just want to get
used to the idea, the feeling of," she hesitated, "of motherhood I
guess." "If that's what you want," I sighed. We had had this
discussion a couple of months ago to. She was scared stiff of
getting pregnant, of the responsibilities. She was an only child and
wasn't used to getting any competition regarding love. I don't think
she was envious of the love I had to share between her and the child
but maybe that she didn't think that she could divide her love. I
was the third child in our family and my parents never treated me
and my brother and sister differently. They loved us all equally
much and I knew that my feelings for Ella wouldn't change just
because of a child. She stood and turned to face me.

"I'm ready," she said and looked at me. "You know," she shrugged her
shoulders, "you know if you were to take advantage of me tonight, if
I had a little to much to drink that is, you could... Well you could
make love to me without any rubber." "Oh, I couldn't do that. I want
you to be aware of it. Our first child." "The option's there..." We
went downstairs and waited for our guests and nothing more was said
about it. The evening passed and Ella and Tom seemed to be the only
ones who drank to much. Tom soon got so smashed that we had to put
him in our guest-room and I forgot all about him. Ella excused
herself just after midnight and went upstairs on wobbly legs. When I
looked in at her half an hour later she was asleep in our bed and I
went downstairs again. Half past one all the guests were gone and I
sat down with a final whisky and thought about Ella's suggestion. I
could feel myself getting hard, but I didn't want it to happen that
way.

I went upstairs and got ready for bed. As soon as my head hit the
pillow I fell asleep and slept for about an hour when I woke and had
to go to the bathroom. When I again lay down I saw that I had
forgotten to turn off the light in the bathroom and that the light
illuminated Ella and that she was clearly visible from my side, but
left my side of the bed in the dark. I was to tired to get up again
so I turned towards my wife and looked at her. She was laying on her
back with the covers thrown away and just a bit of the duvet
covering her stomach. My eyes stayed for a while at her small perky
tits. They were just visible over her chest, topped with little
nipples in completely round aureoles. A flat stomach which sloped
slightly down to her auburn-haired pussy. And in all that hair I
knew that her rather fat labia was hidden. I doubled my pillow so I
had a clear view of her pussy and could now see the beginning of her
fat lips. I could feel my cock harden just looking at her.

I reached over and took her hand in mine and drifted back into light
slumber as you sometimes do when you has been awake for a while in
the middle of the night. Suddenly I was awake. Something wasn't
right. Without any stirring I opened my eyes to look around and I
saw a dark silhouette in the doorway. Tom! I had forgotten all about
him. I saw that he looked at the bed and since I had forgotten to
switch off the bathroom light my wife's side of the bed was clearly
visible to him while mine was more or less dark. I turned my eyes
over to my wife. I could clearly see her, and she wasn't covered.
During the night she had thrown off her blanket and since we always
sleep in the nude she was laying naked before Tom! That was why he
stood there. Suddenly he took a step nearer the bed. And then
another and soon he stood by it. I closed my eyes to hide that I was
awake and looked at him through the slits. Why I didn't tell him to
get the fuck out I don't know. I was a little turned on by the fact
that another man was enjoying the beauty of my wife. That another
man could enjoy her small breasts and wide hips. The hairy hill of
her womanhood.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw him reach out a hand and put it
on my wife's tit. Her breathing stopped for a second and he was
about to draw back his hand when she again started to breath the
heavy breathing of a sleeping human. At once he grew bolder and I
could see how he tweaked the nipple between the thumb and forefinger
and how it grew hard and the aureole crinkled. I didn't know that a
woman could feel anything when she was asleep, but why not? If
someone was about to squeeze my prick in my sleep it would grow
hard, not that it needed that at the moment. It had sprung to
hardness at the same time as Tom lay his hand on Ella's breast. I
could hear the faint sound of his zipper being lowered and saw how
he scooped his hand inside his trousers and took out his hard prick.
I felt a little superior when I saw it. It wasn't as big as mine but
just as stiff. Maybe it was a little fatter it was hard to tell
because his hand surrounded it and he pumped it slowly as he
caressed my wife's breast. He let go of his dick and the hand which
had been wanking it drifted down to my wife's vagina. I realized
that she lay with her legs slightly open and that he was able to
see, and feel, the puffy, pinkish pussylips. If she was reacting
anywhere like she did when I caressed it I knew that there would be
little droplets of dew clinging to them, slowly drifting out and
wetting the hair that almost covered her crotch.

Tom let go of my wife's breast, bent down and put his nose close to
my wife's pussy and I could hear him sniff the air just above it. I
knew that the musky smell from her would be noticeable. And if it
had been me I would have had a hard time controlling my lust to sink
either my tongue or my cock in that juicy cunt. Tom wasn't
different! I saw how his tongue extracted and took a tentative lick
at my wife's pussy. And I saw her hips jerk a little and if I hadn't
watched so closely I would have missed it. Tom didn't miss it. He
drove his tongue deeper in between the slick pussylips and faint
squelching sounds could be heard when my wife's pussy got wetter and
wetter. Suddenly I could feel how her hand, that was holding mine,
squeezed mine and I heard a faint moan escape her lips and I saw her
hips shake. She had an orgasm! Tom noticed it to and he stopped
licking and lifted his head and looked up at us.

I pretended to sleep because I was curious, and it was a situation I
didn't know how to handle anymore. It was to late to stop him. He
had already done more than I thought that I ever would have let any
man do. And it was a hot situation. Watching your wife having an
orgasm with another man! I was both jealous, angry and curious, but
most of all I was horny. Hornier than I ever had been! Why Ella
pretended to be asleep I don't know. I was almost certain that she
pretended. I couldn't be sure of course but her hand squeezing mine
gave her away. When Tom saw that my wife still seemed to be asleep
he frowned his nose a little as if he considered what to do next. I
saw him unbutton his trousers and lower them. What was he doing?

I didn't have to wait long for the answer. He climbed up between my
wife's legs which had drifted further apart under his licking and
gave him ample room between them. He climbed up over my wife and
stood on straight arms while his cock was touching my wife's
pussylips. He let it at that for a long time. Just feeling the
softness of her vagina with the tip of his cock. I waited
impatiently for his next move, I was sure there was going to be one.
Was he going to cum like that? Was he going to jack of with his cock
touching my wife's privates? I didn't think that he would dare doing
that since that would leave some signs. Suddenly his hips started to
move. He was pushing his cock against my wife's crotch. She
obviously liked it because I could see how her hips moved in small,
small moves, just noticeable to me but I bet that he could feel it
well enough! It seemed to spur him on and he pushed a little harder
for each time and suddenly I could feel my wife squeeze my hand and
gasp a little. She hid it with a very impressing little snoring
sound.

Had he penetrated her? I opened my eyes wide to be able to see
better. Not caring if he saw me or not. Yes. The head of his cock
was between my wife's puffy lips and I could see that they were
pushed aside by his wide mushroom and while I watched he sank deeper
and deeper into my wife's fertile cunt! Soon he was buried ballsdeep
in it and he started a slow, slow fucking with her. She sleeping, or
so he thought, the deep alcohol-induced  sleep and I likewise. He
got a little more careless and I could feel the bed rock slightly
when he pushed in and out of my wife's pussy. I could see her pink
pussylips cling to his hard shaft as it withdrew and follow it in
when he pushed forwards.

I wanted to pump my cock but my wife held tightly to my hand and the
other was tucked under my head and I couldn't move it without
letting both of them know that I was awake. Awake and aware of the
fact that my wife was letting another man fuck her while she was at
the peek of fertility. I didn't want that to happen. I loved her so
and I couldn't know what would happen if she knew, maybe she
suspected but she couldn't know. Not as I knew that she was awake.
Her her breathing and her undulating hips told me so. He couldn't
have been fucking her for more than five minutes when she moaned a
little and her hips jerked up and stayed turned upwards while she
had another orgasm. Tom must have felt her pussymuscles contract
since he stayed still with his cock deep in my wife while her orgasm
lasted. Soon he started his pumping movements again and this time my
wife to got a little careless and her hips met his in a more obvious
way and her breathing became more labored.

The fuck built up and soon I heard Tom groan a deep stifled groan
and stayed still while his asscheeks clenched while he pumped his
potent seed into my wife's womb! Ella held my hand tight as he
pumped in her and she seemed to squeeze it in the same rhythm as his
cock pumped is load. Finally he sighed, withdrew, stood by the bed
and buttoned up his trousers. Before he left he patted my wife's
pussy one last time and I could see that he tried to close her
gaping pussylips as if he knew that if he could make her keep the
sperm inside her it would have a great chance to impregnate her.
Soon I could hear the front door softly close behind him.

Chapter 2

I lay perfectly still and tried to control my breathing though it
was hard. I was horny, and mad, and curious. And horny! Why hadn't
she stopped him? She knew she was at the peak of her fertile cycle.
I glanced over at my wife who still lay with her legs parted. As I
watched her her hand crept down to her sex. I watched as she patted
it and stroked it as if it was a kitten and not a pussy. I saw her
middle-finger stroke lightly over the protruding clit and she
shivered. Ella rolled over on her side with her back against me.
What now? Was the show over?

Should I sneak out in the bathroom and masturbate? Before I could
make any decision I felt how she put her bottom out so it touched
me. She could feel my hardon poke her ass cheeks. She froze for a
moment when she felt it, afraid that I would be awake. That I knew.
But then again, it wasn't that unusual for me to get a hardon in my
sleep. She used to chide me for my "naughty dreams" so she knew
that. Her hand stretched between her legs and steered my cock
against her wet cunt and since her fingers were wet from her
manipulating her wet sex she didn't feel the precum that had oozed
out of me during the ordeal. I groaned a satisfied groan as her
wetness surrounded my cock. At last! I was going to have an orgasm
at last. When she heard my groan she let my cock slip out and before
I had any time to protest she turned towards me. "Did I wake you,"
she whispered.

Did she ever! "Mhm." "Sorry, but I felt that... that it would be the
right time and all..." I bet, I thought. To cover up. She climbed
over me and steered once again my hardon towards her waiting
love-tunnel. "Oh, so nice. So big. Oh it's the best," she mumbled as
she sank down on me. "How do you know?" I whispered in her ear. She
lay still for a fraction of a second. Then she giggled a bit.
"Because it's mine, silly. All mine," she panted as her hips pumped
up and down. "Give me a baby, yes give it to me. I want it!" She
rode me with long, slow strokes, pushing Tom's potent load deeper
and deeper up against the egg waiting in her womb. I was on fire.
Just thinking about helping another man impregnate my wife made my
cock twitch in her wet tunnel. As my cock expanded, ready to shoot
my load chasing after Tom's, her pussy clamped down around giving me
a mindblowing orgasm. Stronger than I ever felt, and Ella's was a
real screamer. For the first time in our marriage she screamed while
she came.

She fell down over me. Her pussy gave an involuntarily occasional
squeeze while she calmed down. "Oh, you are the best," she breathed
in my ear. "Oh, darling I love you so much!" She slid down from me,
with my cock still in her pussy like a cork, preventing anything to
leak out of her and we fell asleep like that. In the morning I woke
with my cock still in her sloppy cunt and it was still hard! I
slowly rolled her over on her side and pushed my cock deeper into
her. "Mmmm," she moaned as she felt me start to move in and out.
"Mmmm, that's nice. Mmmm." Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked
at me with a little panic in her eyes. "Oh, my god! We are doing it,
aren't we? Making a baby I mean. I didn't dream it after all."

If she meant our fuck or hers and Tom's I don't know, but in either
case she hadn't dreamt it. And this was the closest she came to a
confession, I genuinely think she wanted to tell me all at that
time, but she didn't. "Funny," she whispered, "I don't feel any
different. Shouldn't I? I mean if I had... what do you say, catched
it?" "Well, you did, don't you remember?" She looked at me, again
that little shimmer of panic in her eyes. "Yes, just now, I don't
think you ever had such a strong orgasm before. You really squeezed
me, I thought you were trying to strangle him." Still we didn't call
our privates for "cock, dick, prick, pussy, cunt etc." It was "him"
and "her", extensions of our persons. She playfully hit me on the
shoulder and giggled. "Silly. Why don't you shower and I make
coffee, than you can fix some breakfast while I shower?" "OK."

The rest of the week and the next we fucked at least two times a day
but then she had her period and our lovemaking subsided again to
once a day and some time later to once every second day.

To be continued


