Tom's phone buzzed. It said the call was from Carl, his son. It was 7:00 a.m. on a Sunday, an unusual time for him to call. As a college student, he wasn't normally up this early, and Tom worried something serious had happened.

"Morning, Carl. Is everything ok?" he answered.

"Mr. Carson, it's me," a girl whispered.

"Sara?" I asked, guessing it was his son's girlfriend. It was hard to tell with the way she was whispering.

"Yeah, it's me. Carl's asleep, but I have something important to tell you. I figured this was the safest way," she continued in a hushed tone.

Before she told me, I already had a sense of what she was going to say. It had been three months since our brief affair. Given everything that had happened since then with Emma and Alexis, it was hard to believe it was so recent. Sara and Tom had mutually decided to cut off contact to decrease the temptation to continue our affair. The fact that she was calling meant this was something important. There are only so many important things that need to be announced three months after having sex.

"When Carl and I visit next weekend, we have two surprise announcements, but given everything that happened last time I visited, I think it would be better to let you in," she explained nervously.

"So ... um ... here goes. Surprise one: I am pregnant." Then she lowered her voice even more to add, "And you are probably the father. I mean, like almost certainly, you're the father."

Sara paused, waiting for Tom's response. Tom hesitated to respond as he gauged his reaction. His heart was pounding. His head was spinning with a hundred thoughts. What would this mean for his marriage? Was Sara going to keep it? Would Carl find out? Was it a boy or a girl? Where will Sara and the baby live? How often could he see them? How much financial support could he provide?

But one thought rose above the rest: how happy he was. He loved kids and wished they had had more. Being able to have a child with Sara was a blessing.

"That's great news—the best news," Tom gushed. I have a hundred follow-up questions, but I am so happy for you ... for us."

"Oh my god, thank god that's your reaction. I was so nervous. That's why I called, so you wouldn't have a weird reaction when we announced it," Sara admitted as she stroked her belly.

"So what has been Carl's reaction? What does he think?" asked Tom.

"He is over the moon. He thinks he is the father, luckily. We had a night a week after you and I ... uh ... happened. He was drunk, and we didn't use protection," she explained nervously, struggling to find the right words. "But either way, based on the timing and my cycle, you are probably the father."

"This is good news. I am so happy for you," Tom said, beaming. "What's the other surprise?"

"What?"

"You said two surprise announcements."

"Oh right," Sara said, silently cursing herself. She only meant to mention the pregnancy. "I gotta go. I think I hear Carl. Bye ... oh, and I am looking forward to seeing you again."

She hung up abruptly. Tom just stared at the phone for a minute, taking time to absorb the information. He was going to be a father for the third time ... or was he going to be a grandfather for the first time? Or both? The semantics needed to be sorted out, but the important thing was that his family was growing.

For the rest of the week, Tom stood a bit taller, puffed his chest out a little further, and was a beacon of hope. Just as importantly, he didn't lust after every woman who walked by. He was so focused on his good news that he didn't have the bandwidth for the lust that had consumed him for the last three months.

Since his initial affair with Sara, Tom had been consumed by lust. He found himself evaluating almost every woman he saw on her physical attractiveness and sexual availability. That included his daughter's 18-year-old friends, his wife's friends, colleagues, and random strangers. His lust was all-consuming. It weighed heavily on his conscience. He had long been a loyal husband and dedicated father but now struggled to stay true to his vows.

His lust led him into a two-month affair with his daughter's friend, Emma, that only ended because she went off to college. A month ago, it led him to seduce his wife's best friend, Alexis, when she called him after an apparent break-in at her business. He had done his best to avoid Alexis since their affair because he knew that if he was alone with her, there was no way he wouldn't seduce her again.

But after months of stressing about controlling his lust, he had a one-week break. He could be a good husband, father, and, soon, grandfather.

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Sara stared at herself in the mirror. The 5'2'', 21-year-old blonde wore her everyday white bra and a pair of basic bikini-cut white cotton panties. She focused on her belly. At three months pregnant, she was just barely starting to show. Her previously flat abs bulged slightly. Sara ran her hands over her tummy, noticing it was firm to the touch.

She reflected on what was going on inside her. According to the baby books, most major organs were forming, limbs were becoming distinct, facial features were developing, and the fetus began to move spontaneously, with fingers and toes starting to separate. Sara couldn't believe all those things were happening inside her.

She also couldn't wait to see Tom. Part of her was excited to celebrate the good news with the baby's real father. He was such a kind man. Carl thought the world of him and placed him on a pedestal.

The other part of her longed to be with him again. Their brief weekend together was the most erotic time of her life. It awoke passions and fetishes within her. Even three months later, anytime she had sex with Carl, she would close her eyes and imagine it was his father she was making love to. She hadn't had a single orgasm that wasn't inspired by his memory.

As she thought about seeing Tom in person again, feeling his embrace, her hands wandered from her tummy to the waistband of her panties. She imagined Tom wrapping his arms around her as she gently rubbed her clit. She imagined him pulling her tight to his body, feeling his muscles against her as she ran a finger along her slit. The memory of his scent filled her nose as her pussy moistened. In her mind, he lifted her off the ground and gave her a passionate kiss as she slumped against the bathroom wall and slid to the floor. She spread her legs as she thought about his stubble pressing against her face.

She pictured his cock, fully erect at the entrance to her pussy. She pictured it pushing against her wet pussy before sliding in. She quickly pulled her panties off as she lay on the floor. She remembered the feeling of his cock deep inside her as she slid two of her delicate fingers into her pussy. She remembered the way he mauled her breasts as she vigorously fingered her desperate pussy.

She moaned, "Oh, Mr. Carson," as she hurtled towards an orgasm. She remembered how he filled her with his seed as her body shook and twitched as her orgasm washed over her. She couldn't wait to see him in the flesh.

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Sara and Carl drove up to his parents' house on Friday afternoon. Midway through the drive, Sara asked, apropos of nothing, "So do you have any buddies from high school or whatever that you want to see while we are in town?"

"There are a few guys from high school who are still in town, but this weekend is about us and the baby," replied Carl, beaming with pride at the word "baby."

"No, don't do that. We can't let the baby close us off to our friends, especially before they're even born," Sara insisted. "We will make our announcement to your parents tonight. You have the whole weekend to fit in some time with friends. Don't worry about me. I can find something to entertain me while you have some fun."

"I guess I could make some plans," Carl said hesitantly.

"Didn't you say you had a couple of friends from the golf team still living in town?" Before he could answer, she continued, "Ok, I am going to make you guys a reservation for 18 holes of golf."

She pulled out her phone and started making reservations before he could say anything. "How does Sunday at 10:00 sound?"

"Fine, but I need to ask the guys if they are free..."

"Too late, I already booked it."

Carl smiled. He thought about how well Sara took care of him. She was going to make a great wife.

Little did he know that Sara was actually making plans to take care of herself. She remembered from her previous visit that Carl's mom has yoga at 10:00 on Sunday mornings. With his sister away at college, if she could get Carl out of the house, she and Tom would be alone for an hour or more.

The thought of being alone with Tom made her ache with desire. She groaned uncomfortably in the passenger seat, wishing she could attend to her wet pussy.

"Is the baby doing something?" Carl asked excitedly.

"I'm not sure, maybe. It's hard to tell since it only weighs about an ounce," she smiled. She loved how excited Carl was about the baby. He was going to make a great stepfather. She felt a small pang of guilt that she was arranging to have sex with his father behind his back, but that little pang was nothing compared to the desire she felt for Tom.

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That evening, after dinner, Carol, Tom, Carl, and Sara gathered in the living room. Carl stood up, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. He knew his mom would take the news well, but he was worried that his dad might be disappointed. Carl had always tried to be a responsible man like his dad taught him. He hoped the news that he accidentally impregnated his girlfriend didn't disappoint him.

"Mom, Dad, we have something very important to announce," Carl started. Tom tried to suppress his smile, not wanting to give away what he already knew.

"So here goes: Sara and I are pregnant. She's three months along. That baby is due on March 24th," he blurted out as fast as he could.

Carol squealed with joy. Tom sprang up and hugged his son, congratulating him. Relief washed over Carl. He had expected to get a stern talking to about screwing up his future.

Carol hugged Sara, tears running down both of their cheeks. Tom was up next to hug Sara. As he leaned down, Sara wrapped her arms around his neck to pull his ear to her mouth. As Tom squeezed her tight, she whispered, "Yes, Daddy" in a hushed voice only he could hear.

Tom let her go instantly as his cock stirred at her words. With two words, Sara had reignited his lust that had been calmed for the previous week. Tom backed away uncomfortably while Sara stared back at him lustfully.

"Thanks, Mom and Dad. But we also have a second announcement. Sara and I have decided to get married," Carl declared. He turned to his mother and asked, "Do you have it?"

Carol squealed again with excitement as she opened the drawer to the end table next to her. She removed an old jewelry box and handed it to Carl.

"Did you know about this?" Tom whispered to Carol.

"Of course, I know everything. Now hush," Carol playfully whispered back.

Carl opened the box, turning to Sara.

"Sorry, I didn't have a ring when I asked you, but I wanted to use this one, my great-grandmother's engagement ring."

Inside the box, shined a ring with a slender, elegant band of 18k gold, with delicate scrolling patterns along the edges. The center stone was a small but brilliant diamond in a vintage-style prong setting, showcasing its sparkle. The band had channel-set smaller diamonds, adding a touch of antique charm. Overall, the ring radiated understated beauty with a sense of timeless grace.

Sara gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. Carl removed the ring from the box. Sara offered her shaking hand to Carl as he slid the ring onto her finger, a perfect fit. Sara bounced up and down with excitement before hugging Carl. Carol snapped pictures to capture the moment: a beautiful young couple preparing to start a new life together.

Tom sat with tears rolling down his cheek. He was happy for his son, but he was also guilt-ridden, not for what he had done but for what he was going to do.

"Excuse me, but I have a surprise too," Sara interrupted Tom's train of thought. "Carl, you know how I said the ultrasound was broken during my doctor's appointment last week. I lied."

She reached into her purse and pulled out a glossy photo that she held to her chest.

"Here is the first picture of ..." she paused for dramatic emphasis, "...our TWINS."

She slapped the picture on the coffee table and bounced with excitement. Carl's mouth hung open a moment before he wrapped Sara in a bear hug and spun her around. Carol sprang up and hugged the happy couple.

Tom stared at the ultrasound. He could clearly see the two little figures growing in Sara's womb. His heart pounded in his ears. The room spun around him. So much had happened so fast that his mind couldn't keep up. He was happy/ proud/ jealous/ guilty/ aroused all at the same time. He didn't know whether to laugh, cry, confess, or pounce on Sara. But he knew he had to do something.

Tom sprang up and joined the group hug, positioning himself behind Sara so she could feel the excitement she had caused him. Sara sighed contentedly as she felt Tom's body pressed against hers. Tom sighed as he tried to keep his emotions from boiling over.

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Friday night, Tom barely slept. The first thing that kept him up was 45 minutes of passionate lovemaking with his wife while he fantasized about Sara. The second thing that kept him up was the chorus of moans and bedsprings coming from his son's bedroom immediately below. The final thing that kept him up was the whirlwind of emotions he was experiencing.

Seeing his son put an engagement ring on Sara's finger unleashed myriad emotions. He felt guilty for having had sex with the woman Carl was hoping to spend his life with. He was jealous to see Sara happy in someone else's arms. He hated to admit it, but his desire to have sex with Sara only increased now that she was engaged. The need to reclaim her intensified the more he thought about it.

He also struggled with his feelings about the babies. He was proud and excited. It was good to know he was potent after all these years. He felt guilty that his son was so excited for babies that weren't his.

He barely slept an hour. At 6:00 am, he gave up on sleep. He went down to the kitchen and made coffee.

He was pouring himself a cup when Sara entered. He was so groggy he just stared, not sure if she was real or a dream. He filled his cup with coffee and didn't stop until it spilled on his hand, jolting him back to the world. Sara laughed and grabbed a rag.

"Are you doing alright, Mr. Carson?" she asked as she wiped up his spill.

"Yeah, I'm ok. Just didn't sleep great."

"Bad dreams?"

"Just couldn't switch off," he said with a shrug.

His eyes left hers and scanned her body. She wore a white tank top with no bra and pajama shorts. He lingered on her nipple, poking at the thin material of her shirt. His eyes paused on the gap between her shirt and her shorts.

"Do you want to touch it?" she asked.

"Huh?! What?" he said startled.

"Do you want to feel my belly? The babies?" she offered, stepping closer.

Tom wasn't sure how to answer. He wanted to, but he was concerned with where this might lead. Before he could decide, Sara took his hand and pressed it to her belly. She held it there with both hands, smiling up at Tom sweetly.

"It's hard to believe our two babies are in there," she said, holding Tom's gaze.

Tom's hand tingled. He was drunk on the magic of pregnancy and the intimacy that creates between two people. He was also drunk on lust. Having his hand pressed against Sara's flesh ignited Tom's desire. Her engagement ring sparkled as she pressed his hand against her. His body began to stir.

He could see Sara's nipples becoming erect through the thin material of her shirt. She was biting her lip and giving what can only be described as "Fuck-Me" eyes.

Despite his conscience telling him to remove his hand, he repositioned it so his fingertips were just inside the waistband of her pajama shorts while keeping his palm flat on her tummy. Sara gasped slightly and nodded. She wanted this just as much as he did.

They stood there, eyes locked, breathing in sync, Tom's hand on Sara, Sara's hands on Tom's hand. Tom slowly moved his hand deeper into her shorts. After one minute, his second knuckle slipped into her shorts, his fingertips brushing her trimmed pubic hair.

Tom's fingers teased Sara. Her desire was burning when she saw Tom alone in the kitchen. It was now an inferno. She ached for him.

After another minute, his fingertips brushed her clitoris. She moaned quietly, checking the door to make sure they were still alone. Tom leaned down until his forehead touched Sara's.

"Oh, Mr. Carson, I haven't stopped thinking about you. I haven't stopped wanting you," Sara whispered.

His fingers slid deeper until he was cupping her pussy. Her heat and wetness were intense. She felt like she could take his cock right now without any problem. He longed to give it to her, but Carol or Carl would walk in at any second.

He teased along her entrance. She put one foot on a chair, giving him unencumbered access. She cooed softly, hoping he would do something to calm the ache inside her.

Tom glanced at the door and listened for any movement from upstairs. Satisfied that they were alone for the time being, he pushed his thick middle finger into her wet pussy. Sara pushed her face into Tom's chest and moaned.

"Yes, Daddy. You feel so good. I missed you," she whimpered in breathy tones.

Tom's free hand pulled one strap of her tank top to the side. He repeated with the other side. Her breasts were barely contained. The top of her areolas were visible, but the rest of her nipples were still clothed. Sara pushed out her chest. She panted, offering herself up as she waited for his next move. Tom hooked his finger on her shirt between her breasts.

"Yes, Daddy," she hissed, struggling to remain quiet. This is the exact treatment she had been longing for since their last meeting. Carl simply couldn't make her feel the same way, wanted and slutty.

He pulled down on her shirt until her perky breasts sprang free, jiggling enticingly. He rolled her erect nipple between his rough fingers as he increased the rhythm of his finger fucking.

"Yes, Daddy. I've been dreaming about this since I left. No one can do to me what you do," she moaned, struggling not to scream.

Sara was in heaven. She loved the way he treated her roughly but with great skill. Any other guy fingering her this roughly would hurt, but Tom knew exactly how to touch her and where. The ache inside her had been replaced with an orgasm that rapidly prepared to bloom.

Tom lowered his lips to her other nipple. He bit it and held it between his teeth. Sara grabbed a dirty rag from the counter and shoved it in her mouth to keep from screaming in delight.

Tom loved witnessing Sara's agony. So lost in pleasure and close to cumming, but struggling not to get caught. The only sounds in the room were Sara's muted whimpers and the lurid, wet sound of her pussy being fingered.

Sara gave one more glance towards the door before allowing her orgasm to wash over her. She gnashed her teeth into the rag to muffle her moans as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. She held on to Tom to maintain her balance as her legs went weak. Tom slowed his finger as he felt her pussy squeeze it tightly.

They stood there frozen for a few minutes while Sara recovered. Tom's finger buried in her pussy, her other breast in his hand. Tom lowered his head to kiss her when the sound of feet on the stairs broke their trance.

Tom removed his finger. Sara fixed her top, but she was so flushed it would raise questions. Tom tilted his head towards the bathroom in the opposite direction of the stairs and whispered, "You have morning sickness."

Sara understood and rushed out of the kitchen just as Carol made her way to the bottom of the stairs. Tom busied himself in the sink, pretending to wash dishes while actually washing Sara's fluids from his finger. He cursed, missing the chance to taste them. He pressed himself against the counter to conceal his erection.

"Morning, Tom. Is anyone else awake?"

"Yeah, Sara is, but I think she has some morning sickness. She just rushed to the bathroom."

"Oh, poor thing. Morning sickness is no fun," she commiserated before noting, "The coffee smells great this morning. Is it new?"

Just Folgers with a hint of Eau Du Vagin, he thought to himself, smirking.

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The rest of the day was an exercise in sexual tension. Tom and Sara traded lustful glances and brief touches while Carl and Carol prepared for the evening's main event. Carol had decided to throw an impromptu engagement party that evening. They invited close family friends, a few local relatives, and some of Carl's old high school buddies.

In addition to making it harder for Tom and Sara to steal moments to themselves, Carol complicated things further by inviting Alexis and her husband Max. This would be the first time Tom had seen Alexis since their affair three weeks prior. They hadn't spoken at all. He was concerned about how the affair might weigh on Alexis' conscience.

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As people arrived at the party, Tom greeted them. Carl introduced Sara to his friends and showed off the ring and the ultrasound. Carol served drinks and generally attended to their guests.

Tom's heart stopped when he saw Alexis getting out of her car. She was stunning. Her black hair was styled in soft waves cascading past her shoulders. Her makeup gave her a glowing, dewy look with soft bronze or rose gold eyeshadow, a natural flush of color on the cheeks, and a soft pink lip. She wore an emerald green ribbed-knit sweater that tightly hugged her body, accentuating her ample chest and tiny waist. She wore a black, lightweight pleated mini-skirt, showing off her incredible legs. She strutted in a pair of strappy black stiletto heels.

Tom got a lump in his throat and in his pants. She seemed to move in slow motion. He gulped and tried to act natural, as she came in for a hug.

"Alexis, great to see you."

"Tom, it's been too long," she replied loudly as she hugged him, pressing her body against his. Then, whispering into his ear, "We need to talk privately."

Tom tried not to react as he turned to shake Max's hand. He squeezed his hand aggressively as he noticed anger bubbling inside himself at the sight of Max.

"Have a great time. I'll see you inside," Tom said through gritted teeth. He watched Alexis intently as she walked into the party, her skirt swishing back and forth, dangerously close to exposing her ass.

Tom groaned as his desire spiked. He headed towards the bathroom so he could collect his thoughts, but he was intercepted by Sara. She wore a full-length dark green summer dress that clung to her body and highlighted her barely there baby bump and her well-established cleavage. Her sandy blonde hair was pulled back in a high ponytail. Her makeup was lightly applied, giving her a natural look that only truly beautiful women can pull off. She wore comfortable, low-heeled ankle boots that gave her an extra two inches of height but still left her a foot shorter than Tom.

Tom grunted. The sight of his beautiful, soon-to-be daughter-in-law carrying his babies further inflamed his desire. Sara brushed against him, her hand lingering on his crotch.

She whispered lustfully, "I can't wait to be with you again, Daddy."

Tom's desire soared. He could have mounted her right there in the middle of the party. He groaned and ducked into the bathroom.

He looked at himself in the mirror. Lust was overtaking his mind. He struggled to remind himself that he was married and this party was for his son. But his mind kept returning to Alexis and Sara, their bodies, the sounds they make when they have sex, the expressions they make. His conscience fought back, reminding him that his loyal wife Carol and his son Carl were out at the party. His actions needed to focus on their needs.

He spent the next few hours successfully avoiding Sara and Alexis. While smoking cigars in the yard with Carl and his buddies, he saw Sara approaching. He excused himself to use the bathroom and exited in the opposite direction. He was about to open the front door when he was pulled into the garage's side door.

Alexis had hooked his arm with hers and was escorting him into the garage.

"We need to talk," she stated with a smile.

"You're surprisingly strong," Tom noted as he struggled to remove his arm from hers.

"I'm 110 lb. of whoop ass and don't you forget it," she joked. "Have you been avoiding me, Sheriff?"

"Yeah, kind of," Tom admitted as a matter of fact.

"Why is that?"

"I'm just trying to get through with Sara's engagement before I deal with us."

"Sara's engagement? Not 'Carl's engagement' or 'Carl and Sara's?'" Alexis asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Whatever. What difference does it make?" Tom offered, trying desperately to sound nonchalant.

"Hmm," she replied, not buying it but moving on because she had bigger fish to fry. "We have a couple of things to discuss."

"I know. Why don't you start?" Tom said, leaning against his car and crossing his arms. Alexis noticed the way his forearms bulged. He looked good in his fitted dress shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. As he leaned back, she noticed the outline of his cock in his slacks.

"First, you owe me a pair of panties to replace the ones you tore in half," she smirked. "Bring me some replacements to the studio on Monday morning around 7:30."

She moved closer to him. Running her hand down his chest. "You may want to stretch before arriving," she purred as her hand brushed his crotch. Tom gulped.

"Second and more importantly," she said more seriously as she paced. "I'm ... uh ... I'm late."

"Late for what?"

Alexis stared at Tom with a grimace, waiting for him to get it. "Late," as she gestured to her pelvis.

"Wha...? Oh! ... Oh, shit!" Tom replied. "But it's only been 3 weeks."

"And my period was due a week ago. My cycle has run like clockwork since I was 14. I took a test this morning: Positive. I will see the doctor on Tuesday."

"But I thought you couldn't?"

"So did I."

A pregnant pause hung in the air as Tom processed and Alexis waited. Tom thought he would faint—first Sara, now Alexis. This was so much to take in at one time. He thought about Alexis, he imagined her belly swelling, taking LaMaze classes, picking out baby clothes, painting a nursery, holding her newborn. He couldn't help but smile.

"This is great news, right? You're keeping it, right? Are you staying with Max?"

A huge smile broke across Alexis's face as relief washed over her. "Yes, I'm keeping it. And yeah, I was planning on letting Max be the father. You guys are close enough demographically that he shouldn't be able to tell. I mean, we're not (you and me) going to..." she trailed off.

Tom hugged her. He touched her belly, "Lex's little miracle."

His hand lingered. Her eyes met his gaze. The mood shifted. Alexis stepped to Tom, pressing her body against his. Her hands rested on his chest.

Tom knew he needed to pull away. There were way too many people around to try something like this. His son was 20 yards away outside, his wife was in the house, and twenty-six of his friends, including her husband, were milling about. This was far too dangerous.

He took a deep breath, trying to control himself. He breathed in Alexis's scent—she smelled like gardenia. He looked at her. She was struggling with the same dilemma as him. Their bodies needed one thing, but their brains told them, 'No.'

She breathed in his scent, musky and manly. She moaned slightly as her pussy ached for him. That moan was more than Tom could take. He brushed her cascading black hair out of her face, cupping her face in his large hand. He leaned down, pulling her towards him, until their lips met.

At first, he was gentle, his lips melting into hers. She pressed her body into his. He felt her breasts push against his torso. His desire spiked. He kissed her with more passion. The garage filled with the sounds of their kissing: the wet smack of lips, their tongues taking turns probing each other's mouths, and moans of passion.

Tom removed his hand from her belly. Both his hands found their way under her skirt. He filled them with her toned ass. He lifted her off the ground. Her legs wrapped around his waist.

Alexis pulled her lips from his. "We can't do this. Not now." Before she had finished her statement, she attacked his neck.

"Then stop," Tom moaned as she sucked on his neck.

"We need to be quick. Before anyone finds us," she said, her fingers in his thick hair.

He let go of her ass and set her on her feet. He roughly turned her away from him and bent her over the hood of his car. Wasting no time, he flipped up her skirt. He knelt behind and grabbed her thong with both hands and ripped it in half. She moaned at his rough treatment.

"Two pairs of new panties on Monday," Tom smirked, breathing in her scent. He licked his lip, thinking about how good her pussy would taste right now. He sighed disappointedly when he realized they didn't have time.

Tom stood up and unbuckled his belt. Alexis put one high-heeled foot up on the bumper of his car to give him full access. She rubbed her clit, moaning as she waited for him. Her body ached for him. Every second without him inside her was agony. She hadn't been able to focus on anything but him for the past three weeks.

The sight of Alexis with one leg up, presenting her wet pussy to him stoked his desire. Her sexy moans as she wantonly massaged her pussy fan the flames higher. He was rock hard before he stepped out of his pants.

He tapped his hard member on her labia. He nestled his shaft between the plump folds of her labia. He slid back and forth teasing her.

"Please, Tom. I need you. Please," she begged pitifully as the ache inside her grew. She furiously rubbed her clit, but what she needed was cock.

She had thought of nothing but this moment for the past three weeks. It consumed her waking moments. She was constantly aroused, either remembering their passionate affair or fantasizing about a repeat of it. She seduced her husband several times even though she was still mad at him for gambling away her money. The hope was that he could satiate her appetite, but he only managed to fuel it by demonstrating his inadequacy relative to Tom. She was as addicted to Tom as Max was addicted to gambling.

Tom mercifully pushed his cock head into her. He slowly fed his thick cock into her. She was so wet he slid in with ease. He made sure to go slow to let her stretch.

"Thank you. Oh god, thank you," she whimpered, feeling relief for the first time in weeks.

Tom pushed himself in less gently than normal as he feared discovery. He could hear the partygoers coming and going outside the garage. He thought about the fact that his wife and son were less than 100 feet away. He knew Sara was likely looking for him. It would break her heart to see him with another-other woman.

As he fully penetrated Alexis, he let out a low groan. She felt incredible, like silk. He'd never been with a woman who felt as good as her. He pumped with long, slow, hard strokes.

"Harder. Please fuck me harder," she pleaded as the ache subsided and her pleasure grew. She met each of his strokes with a high-pitched cry.

Tom gripped her hips tightly as he fucked her. He held her skirt up. It reminded him of her first time with Sara when he fucked her fully clothed on the side of the road. It sounded strange, but he found that having sex with a fully clothed woman to be more erotic, evidence that desire overrode all other considerations.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! You're so much better than Max," she cried.

The reminder of Max, her gambling addict husband, and how badly he treated Alexis angered Tom. He took it out on Alexis by pounding her harder. Unbeknownst to the two lovers, Max paced outside the garage as he checked sports scores on his phone. He had three separate parleys that captured all his attention. Had he been more aware, he could have heard his wife's cries of pleasure as she fucked another man 10 feet away.

"Yes! Fuck me hard! Just like that," Alexis wailed as she felt her orgasm growing inside her.

Tom grew concerned at how loud she was getting. He looked around for something to muffle her screams. He spotted the two halves of her thong, and a wicked smile appeared.

He pulled out of her. Alexis cried at the sudden loss of pleasure. She whimpered as her orgasm started to fade. Tom scooped up her panties, balled them up and shoved them in her mouth.

"You need to quiet the fuck down before you get us caught," he demanded.

Alexis nodded obediently, aroused by his confident and commanding presence. Something inside her innately wanted to submit to him.

Tom sank his cock into her. He resumed his rough treatment of his wife's best friend. He held nothing back, giving all he could to Alexis. In return, Alexis threw herself back to meet each of Tom's strokes. Every stroke resulted in a muffled scream and a loud slap of their bodies, paired with a wet squelch. Tom's fingers dug into her hips. Her ass jiggled with each stroke. Her breasts swung within the confines of her sweater.

As his intensity crescendoed, he remembered that Alexis was pregnant. He slowed as his concern for the baby's safety grew. Alexis looked back with desperate pleading eyes. Her orgasm was so close. She needed it.

"What about the baby? Is this too rough?" Tom asked.

Alexis pulled her panties from her drooling mouth, "I may be pregnant, but I am still a woman. Your woman! Now fuck me like it."

She shoved the panties back in her mouth and growled. She gripped the car, preparing for what was next. Tom needed no more assurance. He slapped her ass so hard he left a handprint. He resumed fucking her with wild abandon.

Alexis shrieked and shook as her orgasm bloomed. Waves of pleasure ripped through her. Three weeks of sexual frustration exploded into a body-rocking climax. She screamed loud enough for anyone near the garage to hear even through her panties. Max would have heard, but he was too busy celebrating one game of his three-game parlay coming through.

She went limp, but Tom held her up, continuing to throw her body into his as his climax approached. His grunts became more urgent, announcing his impending load.

Alexis waited eagerly to feel him fill her with seed, but then she remembered the state of her panties. If he came inside her, she'd be leaking cum all night with no panties to hold it in. She thought about making him cum on the ground, but something inside her wouldn't let him waste his seed like that.

She pulled the panties out of her mouth and begged, "Cum in my mouth, Tom. Please, cum in my mouth."

Tom growled and pushed her off his cock. She fell against the car but quickly recovered and got on her knees. He wrapped her lustrous black hair around his hand and guided her mouth to his cock.

Alexis moaned as she accepted his cock. She tasted her pussy on him. She had never sucked a cock after sex so the taste was new. She loved it, or at least, she loved it on Tom's cock. She bobbed her head on his cock while one hand stroked his shaft and the other squeezed his ball. She could feel that his balls were soaked with her pussy fluids, making them slippery.

One look at Alexis' sexy full lip around his cock and her nimble hands on him sent Tom over the edge. He bucked his hip erratically as he fired shot after shot of cum into Alexis's mouth. Alexis struggled to swallow his load. She realized this was the first time since her honeymoon 14 years ago that she swallowed cum.

She gulped down his load and suckled every drop she could. Tom released her hair. Free to move as she pleased, she licked her fluids from his shaft. Tom groaned appreciatively. She took his smooth shaved balls into her mouth and sucked off any incriminating evidence.

She smiled up at him contentedly while he stroked her chin. A sound outside startled them, ending the moment. Max was swearing at the result of a college basketball game that didn't go his way. Tom quickly put his pants back on while Alexis straightened her clothes. Tom shoved her panties deep into the garbage can so no one would find them.

Tom showed Alexis the door that led from the garage to the basement. He showed her to a bathroom where she could fix her makeup and clean up her knees. Before he left her, he pulled her tight and gave her a long, soft kiss that curled her toes and reignited the ache inside her. At least this time, she only needed to wait a day to see him again.

The rest of the evening went off without a hitch. With his desire sated for the evening, Tom could be himself again. No one suspected anything. At the end of the night, as she left, Alexis hugged Sara. Tom watched with a smile as his two lovers and his three future children embraced. Alexis kissed Carol on the cheek with the same lips that had been around her husband's cock. Tom shook Max's hand with the hand that held his wife's head in place as he came in her mouth.

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Tom woke up the next morning feeling great. He strolled into the kitchen. Carl and Sara were finishing breakfast. Carol greeted him with a kiss and a hot cup of coffee. She was dressed for yoga, and he couldn't resist giving her an affectionate ass slap which she accepted as a compliment.

"What's the plan today, kids?" Tom asked jovially.

"I am going golfing with some of the guys this morning. We will drive back this afternoon," Carl answered.

Sara hadn't clued Tom into her plan to get Carl and Carol out of the house at the same time. He covered his mouth with his coffee cup to hide his huge smile. Sara did the same, trying to look as innocent as could be.

"Want to join us for 18 holes?" Carl asked.

"Oh...uh... Sorry ... I would but my ... back," he said, grimacing as best he could while faking a stiff back.

"Sara, are you sure you don't want to come?"

"Yeah, I think so. I am still feeling a little morning sickness," she said, rubbing her tummy with a fake grimace of her own.

"Well, you two can take care of each other, for now. I'll pick up some ginger tea on the way home. It is great for morning sickness," Carol said as she grabbed her purse and headed towards the door. "Text if you need anything else. I'll be done with yoga in about an hour and a half."

"I need to head out too," said Carl as he kissed Sara goodbye. "Sara, take good care of this elderly, old man so he doesn't break a hip, too," he added, giving his dad a jockular elbow in the ribs. Tom held his tongue.

"I'll take good care of Grandpa while you're gone," she said with a smile to Carl, before winking at Tom.

The moment the front door latched, Sara sprang up, toppling her chair. She leaped into Tom's waiting arms. Before Carl had reached his car, Sara wrapped her arms around Tom, kissing him with three months of built-up passion. As Carol backed out of the driveway, Tom slid his hand into Sara's pajama shorts, filling his hands with her toned, young ass. As Carl pulled away, Tom was laying Sara on the kitchen table, pulling off her shorts and panties.

"Mmmm, breakfast," Tom growled, licking his lips.

Sara spread her legs wide for her lover. He admired Sara's freshly shaved pussy. Her pink slit was wet and beaconing him. She smelled of lust and freesias. He positioned the 21-year-old at the edge of the table he and his wife bought 25 years ago when they first moved in.

Tom spread her lips. Her clit glistened in its perfect pink hood in the morning light. On the table where he and his family had shared tens of thousands of meals, he began to feast on his future daughter-in-law's pussy.

He lapped her pussy with long, slow strokes, pushing his tongue deeper with each stroke. He gently squeezed her clit between his rough fingers. Sara grabbed handfuls of his thick hair.

"Yes, Daddy. I got up early and shaved just for you," she moaned. He grunted approvingly, not willing to remove his tongue from her dripping hole.

"I made plans for Carl at the same time as Carol's yoga so we'd have time alone. I missed you so badly, I couldn't leave anything to chance," she confessed, before adding, "Yes, Daddy, you eat my pussy so much better than Carl."

Tom's eyes flared with lust. He licked her pussy with increasing intensity. She cried out with pleasure. Tom moved his attention to her clit. He flicked her little bean with the tip of his tongue, very gradually increasing his speed. When her moans peaked, he changed tactics to gently sucking. Her moans turned to groans. He slid his wedding ring finger into her pussy and she shrieked.

Tom continued like this, seeing how each new tactic resulted in a different reaction. Like a musician with a new instrument, as he mastered each sound, he began to craft them into a song. This song had a mighty crescendo. The climax arrived as he furiously fingered her while flicking her clit with his tongue. Sara gripped the edge of the table, red-faced and screaming, doubling over as every muscle in her body fired at once. She erupted with a torrent of squirting unlike anything she'd ever experienced.

Tom stood up and towered over Sara triumphantly. He watched as she twitched and whimpered in a post-orgasmic stupor. Her innocent face contrasted against the lurid scene fueled his passion. He considered impaling her on his cock right there, but he could tell she needed a moment.

He grabbed a rag to clean up the mess. Sara watched him dreamily as he did.

"Sorry, Mrs. Carson. I squirted all over your husband and kitchen table," she joked apologetically.

"You're going to need to buy her flowers after we get done in her bed," Tom added, sweeping Sara up in his arms.

Tom kissed her as he carried her up the stairs to the bedroom he shared with his wife. He tossed her on the bed. He started undressing. Sara pulled off her tank top, her only piece of clothing.

Looking down at Sara, naked, her pregnancy was obvious. Her belly stuck out in that way only a pregnant belly sticks out. Tom's urge to roughly fuck the young slut was replaced with the desire to make love to the future mother of his children.

He climbed on top of her. He tenderly kissed her belly all over. Sara ran her fingers through his hair. She caressed his muscular shoulders.

"Mr. Carson, I am so excited to have your babies," Sara gushed like a school girl.

"Me too. I can't get over that I have two kids growing in here," he said, kissing her firm belly bump.

"Promise me you'll still fuck me after I marry Carl."

Tom pulled himself up next to Sara, spooning her. "Of course, nothing can stop me from fucking you, I'm afraid."

Sara pressed herself against Tom. She turned her head and shared a loving kiss with her future father-in-law.

"Good, because I want to have a lot of your babies."

Tom enveloped her in his arms as they lay on their sides spooning. Sara put her hands on top of his hands and interlocked her fingers. She positioned his hands on her belly. She parted her legs. Tom moved his hips so his hard cock pressed against her entrance.

"And you will," he said in a gravely whisper as he pushed inside her. Sara moaned and squeezed his hands.

Tom slowly pumped his cock into her from behind while holding her gaze. This wasn't like the hot, rough sex they had in the past. This was slow and steamy. Sara softly cooed with each stroke.

Tom realized what was happening but couldn't admit it to himself. This was the worst violation of his marriage vows yet. Before this, he had fucked other women. It was dirty and rough, entirely physical. Now, in his marital bed, he was making love to Sara. Not just that, he was falling in love with Sara as he did it. He could tell from the tender, vulnerable look in Sara's eyes, she was falling in love with him too.

Tom debated in his head what to do. Should he stop? There is no way his body would let him do that. Should he roll Sara on her stomach and fuck her roughly? Would it even matter at this point? It wouldn't change the fact that she was carrying his babies or that she was going to be part of his family in the long term. They were starting an affair with no natural end point.

But he didn't do any of that. He barely considered it. He kept slowly making love to his son's fiancée. Sara's body moved to match his movement. They stared into each other's souls, fingers interlocked.

For Sara, this was a revelation. She came into this hoping for more rough, passionate sex. This slow lovemaking was unexpected, but even more fulfilling. Even Carl had never tenderly made love to her like this. She found this slow, smoldering sex to be even hotter than the blazing sex she and Tom had in their last meeting.

Sara pulled one of Tom's hands to her breast. She moaned as his large hand swallowed her breast. She moved his other hand to his clit. His rough fingers gently caressing her button stoked the smoldering embers to another level of intensity.

As Sara's orgasm began to grow inside her, she felt a burning need to tell Tom she loved him. It was a primal urge from deep inside. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't stop her lips from soundlessly mouthing the words "I love you." Once she started, she couldn't stop. She needed the man to make love to, whose babies she was carrying, to know she loved him.

Tom read her lips. A pang of guilt washed over him. He had corrupted his son's future wife completely. This wasn't just sex anymore. He took her body as his in their first meeting. Now he was taking her heart too. But he couldn't deny reality. Whether he said it or not, he loved her, too.

He whispered, "I love you, too."

The sound of the words pushed Sara over the edge. She was crashing towards her orgasm. She repeated the words back to Tom in a hushed whisper, "I love you."

With each stroke of Tom's cock, her orgasm grew in intensity, overtaking her body. She repeated, "I love you."

She kept repeating it with increasing intensity and volume. Tears streamed down her face as she realized the betrayal she was perpetrating, but could not stop herself. To deny would be worse. Minutes later, she was screaming it as she shook uncontrollably, her body completely overtaken by pleasure.

Her orgasm continued minute after minute. She had never experienced anything like this. When her climax seemed to be ending, she uttered the magic words, and it intensified. This went on and on, until Tom repeated the words, "I love you." With those words, she reached a final climax beyond anything she had ever experienced.

Feeling Sara tremble uncontrollably in his arms sent Tom over the edge. He released shot after shot of cum into Sara. With each shot, he repeated, "I love you."

They lay there spooning as they recovered. The only thing that could get the couple to stop testifying to their love was Tom leaning in to kiss Sara tenderly. They exchanged gentle kisses for several minutes in a state of dreamy happiness.

Sara pulled away and looked into Tom's eyes. "That was incredible. I didn't know sex could be like that. It was so ... intimate? I don't know if that's the right word. But it was like we weren't two separate people anymore."

"You're right. I haven't made love like that since ..." Tom thought back. "...maybe since Carol was pregnant with Candice."

Sara turned over and crawled on top of Tom. She lovingly kissed him then gazed into his eyes.

"Mr. Carson, that was amazing and everything, but ..." She blushed and fidgetted as she struggled to find the right words. "You're still going to give me a good, hard, rough fuck, right?"

Tom cock twitched to life. A switch flipped from love to lust. The sight of his adorable 21-year-old future daughter-in-law timidly asking to be roughly fucked turned him from Dr Jekyll to Mr Hyde.

"Say that again," he demanded with a smirk.

"Give me a good, hard, rough fuck," Sara said with confidence.

"Is that how you talk to my son? Like a thirsty slut?" Tom growled, slapping her ass.

"No, Mr. Carson. You're the only man who I want to fuck me hard and rough," Sara purred, dragging her nails across his chest.

Tom grabbed her by the shoulders and unceremoniously dumped her off his chest onto the bed. He pounced on top of her, crushing her into the mattress. He kissed her aggressively, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She responded with equal aggression, swirling her tongue around his.

Tom broke their kiss. He grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped her over on the bed so she was face down. He pulled her hips off the bed and shoved two pillows underneath her. He lined his cock up with her pussy and penetrated her with one long stroke.

Sara screamed in a mix of pleasure and pain. Tom grabbed her shoulders for leverage and pounded her from behind. Her cum filled pussy made loud squelching noises with each rough stroke.

"Yes, Daddy! Uh! Uh! Uh! Take your slut!" shrieked the future mother of his children.

Sara grunted as she received stroke after stroke from Tom. She gripped the sheets tightly to keep from being fucked off the bed. Her engagement ring caught the sunlight and sparkled, drawing her eye. She looked up from her ring towards Tom and back to her ring. Her pussy throbbed as she looked at the symbol of commitment to Carl while his father fucked her mercilessly.

"Fuck! I love how your cock feels in my engaged pussy! Fuck me harder than my fiancé!" she moaned.

Tom slapped her ass and pounded her with renewed strength. He had given himself entirely over to his animal instincts. He grunted and growled as he used Sara.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Yes! Yes! Yes! Daddy, you're going to make me cum," squealed Sara. She couldn't believe how fast he was making her cum. She looked at her engagement ring again. She thought about her wedding day and walking down the aisle with a load of Tom's cum in her pussy and another in her stomach. That dirty thought sent her over the edge.

"FFUUCCKK!" she screamed, and waves of pleasure rocked her body.

Her body trembled. She moaned lustfully, grateful for all the pleasure Tom provided her. She continued to look at her engagement ring, and a dirty thought crossed her mind.

"Mr. Carson, I want you to cum in my mouth. Let me suck your amazing cock. Pretty please," she asked, "with sugar on top."

Tom was exhausted so he had no problem rolling off Sara. He propped himself up in a siting position at the head of the bed. Sara crawled between his legs.

She admired his cock, glistening with their combined fluids which ran down his shaft to his balls. She would never consider sucking Carl's cock in the same condition but needed to have Tom's cock in her mouth. She wrapped her hands around his shaft as she licked his shaven balls clean.

Sara glanced up to admire her engagement ring, sparkling next to her fiancé's father's glistening cock. The dirty thrill was intoxicating.

Sara moved from his balls to the tip of his cock. She gazed into Tom's eyes and teased with a devilish smile, "I think the ring makes a nice addition to this, don't you?"

Tom looked at the sparkling engagement ring moving up and down his cock. It was a prized heirloom from Carol's grandmother. The family story says Grandpa spent a year saving up to buy it. Grandma loyally wore it for 60 years as a testament to her unwavering love for her husband. Tom moaned as Sara defiled it 36 hours after receiving it.

"God, you're a dirty cheating slut, aren't you?" he growled.

"I am. Now give me what every cheating slut deserves," she demanded as she took Tom's cock into her mouth.

Sara massaged Tom's balls with her right hand while stroking his cock with her left. Her tongue lavished the head of his cock. It was too much for him.

Tom grunted and erratically bucked his hips. He shot his warm seed into her mouth. She slurped and swallowed the best she could, but he overwhelmed her. A glob of cum slid down his cock to her hand, coating her engagement ring. Sara licked and sucked it, doing her best to clean it. But there was no way to keep it out of all the crevices and facets.

After that, they made love in the shower before cleaning up. The mess was handled just in time to greet their returning spouses.

Epilogue:

Carl and Sara finished their college classes in December. They moved to the Carson house so Carol and Tom could help with the twins. They were married on New Year's Day.

Carl got a job as a deputy under Tom while he went to law school at night. In Spring, Sara gave birth to two healthy twin boys named Thomas and David after their grandfathers. Over the next five years, Sara would have three more children, two by Tom and one by Carl. She took great pride in giving Tom twice as many children as Carol.

Alexis gave birth to a healthy baby girl named Carson. A year later, she gave birth to another of Tom's children, Tomás. She divorced Max and raised her children alone with help from Tom and Carol (and child support payments from Max).

Tom continued his affairs with Alexis, Sara, and Emma. His lust would occasionally get the better of him like when he drove the twins' babysitter home and took her virginity along the same road where he first fucked Sara.

Carol and Carl never caught on or even suspected anything. They lived happily ever after, never knowing that much of the physical affection they received from their spouses was motivated by lust.