The Sunday after Amanda’s wedding turned out to be uneventful.  I slept late and then went for a walk in a nearby park.  The afternoon was spent reading the Sunday papers and doing some cleaning up as things had become rather untidy at home.  I decided I’d have dinner at a nearby pub, so went out at about seven, returning home after a pleasant meal.

The next day, Monday, was work as usual. Sometime in the morning, Sarah came to my office and sat down.

“Did you have a good weekend?” she asked.

“Yes, thanks,” I replied, “how was your evening with George?”

“Oh, that was really nice,” she said, “we went to a really good restaurant with an outrageously priced menu, but the food was fabulous.  I had lobster.  After that, we went to his place, which is amazing.  It’s large and modern and in a Scandinavian style. “

“Sounds like he’s not too poor, then,” I said.

“No, he’s definitely not poor,” she said, laughing.

“Does his performance in bed match the size of his wallet?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t know,” she replied, “I didn’t let him get that far.”

“Why on earth not?” I asked.

“Because, if I had, it would have been a one-night stand for him.  I want him to get to know me properly first.”

“He might think you’re just stringing him along,” I countered.

“Oh, come on Alan.  You know me better.  I know how to keep a man interested.”

“Yes, you do,” I conceded, “the poor guy doesn’t know yet that he’s a lamb to the slaughter.”

“Perhaps,” she said, laughing, “anyway, I’ll keep you posted on developments.”

She left and I returned to my work.  Shortly before lunch, I received a call from Jenny.

“How’s the baby behaving?” I asked.

“Oh, he’s as active as ever.  Growing too, as I seem to get larger every day.”

“So, our little exercise on Saturday didn’t upset him too much?”

“On the contrary.  It didn’t upset me either.  This pregnancy has made me so horny.  I seem to be in a constant state of desire and frustration.”

“Would you like to come round this evening?”

“I’d love to, but I need to check if I can.  I’ll call you back this afternoon.”

“OK.  I’ll wait for your call.”

“Bye for now,” she said and rang off.

The rest of the day passed normally until Jenny rang back in the late afternoon to confirm that she’d be coming round at seven.  I left work early to make sure I was there. 

Jenny arrived just before seven.  I let her in and had only just closed the door when she flung herself at me, her arms around my neck and kissing me, then grabbing my hand and leading me to the bedroom where she proceeded to quickly get undressed and get onto the bed and lie there with her knees raised, her legs open, and a lascivious look on her face.

“Get your damn clothes off, Alan, and come and fuck me.  I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

I ripped off my clothes and dropped them on the floor.  My cock was already erect at the thought of fucking her.

“Get on your knees,” I said.

She turned over onto her knees with her hands on the bed in a classic doggy position.  I leaned forward to look at her cunt and saw that it was already quite red with her labia hanging out.  She was obviously excited.

“Have you been playing with yourself?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, “but it’s just made me more frustrated.”

I moved closer and gave a lick up her slit.  She shuddered.  Then I poked my tongue between her labia and licked up and down as I felt them part.  She tasted musky.  It wasn’t long before my tongue was inside the entrance to her vagina, lapping at her juices while she moved her hips around and moaned softly.

“Put your cock in me,” she pleaded, “please put your cock in me now.”

I shuffled closer to her on my knees and rubbed my cock against her hole, then pushed forward firmly, forcing my glans inside.  I felt her muscle yield as I pushed and my glans slide inside her.

“Aaaaah, yes,” she breathed, “Oh I love that feeling.”

I carried on pushing, feeling the walls of her encase my cock like a silk glove as I slid deeper inside her wet and slippery tunnel.  I felt my cock brush her cervix, stimulating my frenulum, then slide past it until it bumped into the end of her vagina. I held still and flexed my pelvic muscles so that my cock grew and jerked.

“Oh. Ooooh,” she murmured.  Then I started moving, fucking her.  As I did so I leaned over and reached round to hold her hits, squeezing them with her nipples between my fingers. They felt incredibly big and full and started oozing milk onto my fingers as her nipples hardened and lengthened.  I squeezed them some more then moved them around.

I began to fuck her harder with longer strokes and more force.  Her butt was bouncing off my groin and I could feel her juices oozing out and wetting my balls.

“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh,” she grunted as I fucked her, her breathing becoming louder.  I could feel her cunt clutching my cock and massaging it as my corona itched with pleasure at the feeling of her vaginal walls.  Everything inside her was now very wet, a mixture of my precum and her juices, and there were squelching sounds as my cock drove into her.

I let go of her right tit and felt for her clit, grasping it between my thumb and forefinger.  Her hips were now moving madly as I fucked her and I could feel that I was about to cum.  I gave a huge push and held still with my cock at the end of her cunt, clenching my muscles and shooting a stream of semen up my urethra and into her vagina, then feeling it bounce back against my glans before swirling around it.

“Oh my god,” she gasped, “oh fuck,” pushing hard back on me and holding still as I squirted glob after glob of semen into her, my cock jerking and throbbing.  I could feel her cunt convulsing around my cock in time with my ejaculations until I stopped squirting and my muscles relaxed as Jenny dropped her head and shoulders onto the bed.  I could hear her breathing return to normal.

“Let’s try and lie down on our sides,” I said, “it will be more comfortable for you.”

“Yes,” she replied, “but try to stay inside.”

She leaned back against me and we slowly sank down onto the bed on our sides.  I was able to keep my cock firmly lodged in her and didn’t slip out.

“Oh yes,” she said, “that’s much better.”

“Are you OK?” I asked, “We weren’t too energetic for this stage of your pregnancy?”

“I’m just fine,” she replied, “and so is everything inside.”

I fondled her tits, rubbing her nipples.  They were still a little wet.  She placed a hand on my hip and stroked it.  We lay together for several minutes without talking, just enjoying being next to each other.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to get up,” she said, “I have to go home.”

“I wish you didn’t have to go,” I replied, “I’d love to go to sleep with you like this.”

“I know,” she said, “but we can’t.”

She pulled herself off my cock, holding her hand between her legs to avoid making too much mess on the sheets, and got off the bed.

“Thank you, my love,” she said.

I also got off the bed and then put my arms around her and kissed her.

“Your husband is an idiot,” I said, “he’s not worthy of you.”

“Shhh,” she responded, then looked for her panties and put them on before getting fully dressed.  I went to the bathroom and put on my robe before returning.

“I must go now,” she said, “will you be alright?”

“Oh, I’ll be OK,” I said, “just lonely without you.”

“I’ll be back soon,” she said, smiling.

We walked to the door and I let her out, giving her a last goodnight kiss before going into the living room and sitting down with a brandy.  Dave was obviously completely unaware of Jenny’s increased need for sex, or he simply didn’t care because he was fucking Moira.  She had needed a quickie and that’s what she’d got. 

I was sure that she would return for more of those in the next few weeks, but what would happen after she gave birth was an unknown.  Would she still be as horny or would the stress of being a new mother make sex a no-no for a while? We would see.  Still, it was some weeks away, so I stopped worrying about it and went into the kitchen to make some dinner, after which I watched some TV and then went to bed.

 *********

The next few weeks were uneventful.  At the end of the second week, I’d planned to spend the weekend with Sarah, as Jenny was now very uncomfortable as she was due any day now.  Nothing much of interest happened at work and I was about to leave when the ‘phone rang.

“Hello Alan, it’s Dave.”

“Hello Dave, how are you? What’s happening?”

“I’m a father, Alan.  Jenny went into labour this morning and our son was born at 3.30 this afternoon,” he said excitedly.

“Congratulations, Dave, I’m delighted for you,” I said, “are they both well?”

“They’re both great.  Jenny is tired but happy. Our son weighed nine pounds, has red hair, and is healthy.”

“Well done,” I said, ‘now the sleepless nights begin.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be no problem,” he said, laughing, “anyway, I need to carry on calling people.  Bye for now.”

“Bye,” I said.

I was pleased but also quite sad.  I would have loved to be at the birth even though I knew it wasn’t possible, and now I’d have to wait to see both Jenny and my child.  My life was also going to change as Jenny would certainly not be available for several weeks at least, and even after that, it would now be more difficult to spend time together.

However, it wasn’t more than a week or so before things changed again.  Amanda called me to resume our affair.  I was only too happy to oblige and soon I was once more fucking her on a regular basis.  Sarah and I continued to visit each other at least once or twice a week. 

I did miss Jenny, though, and wondered when I would see her again.  I didn’t have to wait long, as I received an invitation in the post to the christening of our little boy.  He was to be called James Richard and would be christened in the local church on Saturday afternoon, followed by a reception at Dave and Jenny’s place.

The christening was everything that might be expected.  We all sang hymns, prayers were said, and a short sermon on the importance of family life was given.  James wailed as the water was poured on his head, but soon calmed down once Jenny comforted him.  It was the first time I’d seen him.

I’ve never been able to see any parental resemblance in babies, other than for hair or eye colour.  And so it was with James.  He had Jenny’s red hair and green eyes.  After the christening service, we all went to the reception.  I went to talk with Jenny, but James started crying again.

“I think he needs a change,” she said, “I’ll take him into his nursery and see.”

Immediately a number of the other women offered to help, so we all trooped through to the nursery.  She laid James on a changing bed and removed his nappy, at which there was a collective intake of breath.

“Good heavens,” said one of the women, “just look at the size of his you-know-what.”

“That’s going to make some woman happy in twenty years or so,” said another of the women, and they all laughed.

I decided that I should make a discreet exit, so quietly left the room and returned to the living area.  Dave was at the centre of everything, as one would imagine.  He was the new father celebrating his son.  Alcohol was flowing and he was the recipient of lots of toasts.

“Welcome to the world of no sleep, and no sex,” said Mike, “it’ll be years before you’re back to normal.”

“Oh no,” Dave said, “we’re not going to be like that.  James sleeps very well and feeds at regular times, so we’re not too bad there, and it won’t be too long before we’re busy practising for the next one.”

Everyone cheered and raised a glass to that.

“I hear that he’s a big boy,” said Andy, “Meg has just seen him having his nappy changed.”

“Oh, he’s just a chip off the old block,” said Dave, drawing himself up as everyone cheered him.

What a lot of nonsense, I thought, you’re under average and I’m sure lots of the guys know.  Why pretend otherwise? But, of course, I couldn’t say anything. 

It wasn’t long before Jenny reappeared with the baby in a pram.  Everyone had to have a look, of course, and say how beautiful James looked.  Jenny looked happy and contented.  I decided to go over to her.

“He looks just like you,” I said.

“Yes, he does have my hair and my eyes, doesn’t he? I suppose he’ll get teased at school, but he’ll be alright.”

“Yes, he’ll get a bit of a rough time, but I rather suspect he’ll have quite a commanding personality, given his physical appearance.”

“You may be right,” she said, laughing, then putting her mouth to my ear, whispered, “you should know.”

“How is he settling down?” I asked.

“Oh, brilliantly,” she replied, “he’s really no trouble at all.”

“Lucky you,” I said, “well, keep in touch and let me know how things go.”

After that, I went outside into the garden and was surprised to see Sarah and Amanda talking with each other. Their discussion seemed quite serious and I was curious to know what it was about so I went up to them.

“Hello, you two,’ I said, “this looks like a very serious discussion.”

“It is,” said Sarah, “I was just telling Mandy that she should try harder with Tim. She shouldn’t be having an affair with you so soon after getting married.”

“You’re just jealous,” Mandy said.

“No, I’m not,” Sarah replied, “I don’t mind if Alan has affairs.  Yes, we have a sexual relationship, but it’s not exclusive, it’s there for fun when we feel like it.  I just don’t want you to lose Tim and then get hurt by Alan.”

“Relax, Sarah!” I said, “no one’s going to get hurt and Mandy’s not going to lose Tim.”

I didn’t want to tell her that Tim already knew.  It was after an alcoholic party a few weeks back when he, Mandy and I had all gone back to their place.  I’d suspected that he would like to watch me fuck his wife and had deliberately fondled her in front of him until eventually, he admitted that he’d like to watch me fuck her.  After that, I’d spent the night with them and he’d readily accepted that this would be happening regularly and that he enjoyed it.

“Anyway, I’m ready to go home now,” I continued, “do either of you want a ride?”

“No thanks,” said Mandy, “I’m here with Tim.”

“And I came with them,” said Sarah.

“OK,” I said, “if you guys are alright, I’ll leave now,” and went to my car to drive home, going into the living room when I arrived.  I sat down on the couch and thought about how the next few weeks were likely to play out.  Both Sarah and Mandy were now regular features in my life, and it seemed that Jenny was about to return.

If things developed as I hoped, I would probably have to be a bit more selective with my arrangements, but that would not be easy.  I was at that age where my body was full of testosterone and I wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to fuck. I was also very dominant and in control of the three relationships, which made me feel very confident and fulfilled.

I poured myself a glass of wine and was about to settle down to watch TV when the doorbell rang.  I went to answer it and found Sarah waiting outside.

‘“Come on in, Sarah,” I said, “I didn’t expect to see you.”

“Well, I hadn’t planned on it either,” she said, entering and walking into the living room to sit down, “but then I got bored with listening to Tim and Mandy.  Why don’t you tell me what’s really going on there.”

So I told her.  I told her how Mandy had come back to me and why.  I told her how Tim was embracing a beta-male role, how his wife was now my fucktoy with his full support, and how he was on his way to being a fully-fledged cuck. As I detailed everything, I noticed her body language change.  She was finding this exciting.

“Oh wow!” she said, “that is something else. I wish I’d been there to see that, but don’t you feel bad about treating Tim like that?”

“No,” I replied, “he actually wants it.  That side of his sexuality emerged at the all-boy boarding school he went to.  He’s been repressing it since then, but still has feelings for men as well as women.  I suspect that in some sense he’s relieved.  Of course, there’s also pain and humiliation, but I think his lust overcomes that.”

“Bullshit, Alan, I think those are just rationalisations to make you feel better about yourself.  You’re a dominant male.  You think that women are there for your pleasure and it doesn’t matter if they’re someone else’s partner.  In fact, I think you rather enjoy taking a woman away from someone else and watching them as you do it.  You enjoy seeing their pain.  You also like having complete power over them.  I bet that before long you’ll be fucking Tim as well as Mandy.  Why don’t you just admit that you’re a bastard?”

I looked at her impassively.  She had analysed it brutally, but deep down I knew she was right.  I enjoyed complete control and the subjugation of others.

“OK,” I said, “I do enjoy controlling others and using them and, yes, I do like to show other men that they come second to me and that their partners will choose me first.  Is that so bad?”

“It’s not nice to crush others, to humiliate them, so yes, it is bad.  But then it’s also somehow sexy in you.  It makes you a bad guy but one that I’d like to know better, to experience things with you, even though I know you’re going to treat me like just another conquest.”

“That’s because you think you can change me,” I said.

“Oh, I can change you,’ she replied, “it’s whether I want to put in the effort.”

“You’re very sure of yourself,” I said, “but, you see, I know how you work just as you know how I do.  You are very smart, a very quick thinker, and an exceptionally accomplished manipulator.  You also know how to control any man with your body.  You’re a fantastic fuck, and you know it.  You’re also damn seductive.  You like having men attending to your every wish at the click of your fingers and will manipulate your relationships to accomplish that.  You also like to fuck men who belong to other women, just to show yourself that you can.  You, Sarah, are just like me.”

She laughed.

“You’re right,” she said, “we are very alike.  Now come and fuck me.  All this talk has made me horny.”

“If you want me,” I replied, “you come and get me.”

She got up from the couch and came over to me, reaching down to rub my cock through my trousers, then taking my hand and placing it in her stomach.

“Are you sure?” she said, “I thought you had a secret desire to knock me up?”

I looked at her, then remembered that she’d come off the pill. Damn, I thought, when was it that she stopped?  Then I felt my cock grow at the thought of impregnating her.

“Wouldn’t you like to watch this flat stomach grow with your baby?” she said, then took my hand and held it against her tit, “and perhaps see these small tits get bigger?”

I tried to be nonchalant, but my cock was betraying me.  She reached down again and felt it.

“Ah!” she exclaimed, “it seems that the idea of filling my womb with your sperm excites you.”

She unzipped my trousers and pulled out my cock.

“Your turn now, Alan, if you think I might be at a fertile time, now’s your chance to use this babymaker.”

Well, if I wasn’t already turned on, that would have done it, but I was already fired up.  I could feel my pulse in my temples and my cock felt like a rod of iron.  My groin was on fire and my glans itched like hell.

“You’re such a slut,” I growled, “and I’m going to fuck you like a slut.”

I pulled her towards me and ripped off her blouse, buttons popping, before undoing her belt and yanking her slacks down to her knees.  I undid her bra and threw it to one side then grabbed her thong and tore it off before pushing her down on the couch and pulling off her slacks.  She looked at me with a smile playing on her lips as I did all of this.

I pulled off my belt and slid my trousers down to my knees, then lifted her legs over my shoulders and drove my cock into her cunt without stopping until I felt it bump into the end of her vagina.  Then I fucked her, hard and fast, my cock plunging in and out of her. 

I could feel the end of her vagina with each thrust as my cock hit it and then her cervix rake over the top of my glans as I pulled back out.  The walls of her vagina felt like textured velvet, clasping and massaging my cock, making the nerves tingle. My glans itched madly.  I could hear the blood pounding in my ears.

I battered in and out of her cunt, her body bouncing around on the couch.  I could feel her vaginal muscles clenching and releasing, trying to make me cum.  I could feel her mouth on mine, biting my lips as she groaned with every thrust.  She held my arms so tightly they hurt, scratching them with her fingernails, then threw her head back and started wailing until suddenly she screamed and went rigid.  That tipped me over the edge. 

With a roar, I gave an extra hard thrust then held still with my cock deep inside her as a stream of semen surged up my shaft and erupted inside her vagina.  My cock relaxed for a moment then hardened as another surge of semen shot up my shaft and jetted inside her, then another, and another.  I ejaculated six times before I felt my rhythm slow down and the next few ejaculations reduce in intensity until eventually, my cock stopped jerking.

I looked down at her.  Her head was still thrown back, but her breathing was more regular.  I licked her neck then gave her two lovebites, one on each side.  The inside of her vagina felt slimy and warm, and there was an itch round the base of my cock where my semen was oozing out.  My balls had descended again and were lying against her butt.  They felt sticky.

“Did you like that, my little slut?” I asked.

“I loved it,” she replied, her eyes soft, “god, you feel good inside me.”

We lay still for several minutes, cum slowly oozing out of her cunt and trickling down my balls, then she moved her legs from off my shoulders and wrapped them round my waist.  At the same time, she put her arms around my neck and pulled herself up.

“Lift me up and take me to your bedroom,” she said.

I straightened my back and she rose up with me, still impaled on my cock.  It wasn’t difficult as she was really quite light.  I turned round and walked slowly to the bedroom with her wrapped around me, then sat down on the bed with her sitting on my lap.  I shuffled backwards so that I was fully on the bed then lay back looking up at her.

“Are you really ovulating?” I asked.

“I’m close,” she replied, “but I don’t think so.  I really just wanted to turn you on.”

“Would you like to be pregnant with my child?” I asked.

“Oh Alan, that’s such a difficult question.  Of course I would like to bear and raise a child with you.  That’s part of the basic attraction between people.  Feeling your child grow inside me is a strong instinctual drive, but I’m very much aware of our characters.  We’re not ideal parent material.  We’re far too selfish and hedonistic.”

“You’re probably right,” I said, “but the thought of my child in your body is damn exciting.”

“Yes,” she said, “it is,” as she reached behind and fondled my balls, “now just relax and shut your eyes.  Picture your cock inside me.”

I did as she said.  I shut my eyes and imagined my cock inside her vagina.  I could see my glans and the top bit of my shaft resting against the walls of her vagina, which were spongy and rippling with life.  I could see a milky-white fluid with traces of a clear liquid mixed in with it swirling around my cockhead.  I could see her cervix pressed against my corona, twitching. 

I felt a lovely warm glow start spreading through my body, warming up all the different parts right down to my toes and my fingertips.  Then my cock started to tingle, my nerves itching.  I wanted to touch it, to soothe the itch, but couldn’t.  Instead, I felt it grow more intense then start to spread through my groin and up into my abdomen.

I grabbed her waist and tried to move her on my cock, but she wouldn’t.  Instead, she gave little tilts of her pelvis, sending huge jolts of pleasure right through my body.

“Just let go, Alan, sink into the pleasure, don’t tense.”

I took my hands off her waist and held her thighs while I tried to relax when suddenly a door opened in my mind and I seemed to go into another world.  Everything faded and I seemed to float in a sea of pleasure. 

I felt that intense joy that comes with ejaculation, but instead of lasting for half a second and then reposing before the next ejaculation, it just stayed at that heightened level all the time.  I was in a continuous state of climax, experiencing unbelievable pleasure.  That seemed to last for several minutes before gradually dying down, leaving me exhausted and sleepy.

I woke up to find Sarah on her side next to me, playing with my chest.

“Ah, you’ve woken up,” she said.

“Do your men always fall asleep?” I asked, smiling.

“Only the ones with big cocks,” she replied.

“That was fantastic,” I said, “sex with you is incredible.”

“Did you mean what you said?” she asked.

“What? That sex with you is incredible? Yes, I did.  It is truly incredible.”

“No, I meant the time you shouted out that you loved me.”

“Oh shit, I didn’t, did I?”

“Yes, you did.”

“Oh fuck, Sarah, I’m so sorry.  I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s alright, Alan. I know where that comes from.  I have feelings for you too, but we both know they are not to be pursued.”

I looked at her.  She truly was an amazing woman and I could do far worse with someone else, but I simply wasn’t ready to settle down with anyone.  I still had far too much experimenting to do.

“Sarah, you know that Jenny’s James is mine, don’t you?” I asked.

“I’d sort of worked that out, yes,” she said, “and I’m a bit jealous.  I assume that Dave has no idea and will never know.”

“That’s right,” I said, “and you mustn’t let Jenny know that you know.”

“Of course not,” she replied, “I’ll wait for her to tell me.  You’re not going to knock up Mandy as well, are you?”

“I hope not,” I said.

“I bet you do,” she answered, “she will want it, and you’ll go along with it.”

I thought about what she’d said and then what might happen in the future.  I hadn’t gone into much detail about Tim’s role in all of this and how he was developing into a classic cuck.  If it did progress along those lines, Mandy might very well ask me to father her children with Tim supporting her request.  I didn’t know if I would want to do that.

“Shut up and kiss me,” I said, “then tell me if you’ve fucked George yet.”

She leaned in and kissed me, running her tongue over my lips,

“Yes,” she said, “I’ve fucked George.  He was very enthusiastic and didn’t last very long at all.  Why is it that rich men are often such shit lovers?”

“Because they think that everything must be done for them,” I said, “rather than trying to bring pleasure to you.”

“Well, you bring me great pleasure,” she said, snuggling up, “let’s go to sleep thinking about that.”

So we drifted off to sleep, snuggled together in my bed, only waking up midway through Sunday morning.  We spent the rest of the day relaxing, reading the Sunday papers, watching TV and, of course, fucking.  Sarah decided to stay on Sunday night as well, only leaving early on Monday morning so that she could go home and change before going to work.

Life for me was now really quite enjoyable and stress-free.  Jenny and I met at least twice a week, usually at her house.  I very much enjoyed fucking her, as it was more than just physical pleasure.  I felt an emotional bond with her, which brought an additional dimension to my sexual satisfaction.  Her body remained extremely attractive and desirable, fulfilling all of my particular likes.  Her bump had almost disappeared, allowing us to bring more variety into our fucking.  I still got aroused simply by looking at her.

Sarah and I were also fucking about twice a week.  Sex with her was always unbelievable, driving me to incredible levels of pleasure.  I very much enjoyed her quick mind and her direct approach and, strangely enough, I had started to find her body quite appealing, even though she didn’t have the physical features I normally found exciting. Perhaps worryingly, I was also beginning to wonder whether I should take my relationship with her to another level.

At the same time as I was involved with Jenny and Sarah, I was also continuing to fuck Mandy regularly.  Her husband had completely accepted that I was now the dominant male in their marriage, and was happily subservient to me.  I was in complete control of them both and, as a result, felt extremely powerful.  I was able to satisfy any of my sexual desires as and when I wanted.

So, all in all, as a testosterone-fuelled male in his early twenties, I had what I needed in life without any responsibilities. I was delighted with how it had all developed and hoped that it would continue for a long time …