“I have not even considered any rules yet. Do you have any in mind?” Kirsty asked him as they sat next to each other in the lounge, following their lunch.

“Things like when and where do we meet? How often we meet? What happens when pregnancy is confirmed?” Jake said. “Lots of things to sort out.”

“Well, you have done this before, so you have the advantage over me there.”

Jake smiled. He detected a sense of submission in her. “Would you like me to suggest some rules and guidelines, Kirsty?”

“Please.”

Jake placed his hand on her thigh. She glanced down at it resting on her leg. She could feel its warmth and decided not to brush it aside.

“When, is up to you, Kirsty” he said, “When you and Alan are certain you are ready to go ahead, let me know.”

“Okay.”

“Where, depends on how you both feel. I would suggest somewhere neutral the first few times. In my experience, when women in this situation begins a relationship with another guy, a neutral venue is best. She can relax and not feel inhibited. In her own home, with her husband around, she will feel uncomfortable. Even if he is away, she will still feel inhibited doing it in the marital home. Ideally, the thing to do is to get the husband used to the idea that his wife is dating someone else, spending the night with another guy. Once it becomes a mindset, then the next stage is to get him used to having another man in his home. I start with having him get used to me picking her up for dates and dropping her off afterwards. Then, move on to perhaps the three of us going out for a drink together or having dinner. Then, perhaps, dinner together at home. The time will then come when it graduates to the wife going off to bed with her lover after dinner. Or even the husband having an early night, giving his wife and her lover privacy. There is no specific formulae for these things, it is case of playing things by ear. The important thing is not to rush things  The object is to get the husband used to his wife having another guy in her life. Once he is used to the sounds of their lovemaking, and their intimacy, then things get cosy, and a couple becomes a throuple.”

“You have been around, haven’t you! Sounds sensible to me though. What about how often?”

“Well, the object of this exercise is to get you pregnant, so, the odds increase with the more amount of sex. With the other couple I did this with we agreed that I would decide on the frequency. I was given a set of keys to the house so I could come and go as I please. It also saved them from alerting nosy neighbours with doorbell ringing and knocking. We also agreed on a six-month contract. So, whatever happened she would be available for sex for a full six-months.”

“So, you want a six-month sex contract with me then?”

“At least!”

“Not sure about Alan’s view on that, I think he just wants me to get knocked up and then settle back to married life.”

Jake laughed. “You do know that married life for you both will never be the same. Neither of you will ever forget what has happened and it will be part of your lives forever.”

“I suppose,” she mused. “The couple you were with, they agreed to continue after the six-months were up?”

Jake shook his head. “She wanted too but he did not. We continued to see each other, though.”

“You still see her now?”

Jake nodded as he rubbed her thigh. “I still fuck her when I get the chance.”

“Will you expect things to continue after our six-months are up, I take it?”

“No,” he told her. “I want twelve months with you.”

“A year?”

“Yes. I want you throughout your pregnancy and for a while afterwards. I would like to get you pregnant again right afterwards.”

“You're joking!”

He leaned over and kissed her. “I’m very serious,” he told her as moved his hand to her tummy. “I think you will make a perfect mummy, a yummy mummy. Two children, an ideal sized family close together. Motherhood will suit you.”

“A yummy mummy!” she said as his hand moved down her tummy to the hem of her dress.

He kissed her. “A very desirable mummy,” he responded as his hand moved slipped under her hem. Kirsty’s legs began to part. “Time for my interview.”

“Interview?” she asked as he pulled her his feet.

“Well, you do want to be sure that I am the right candidate for the job, don’t you?”

Kirsty giggled. “You are something else,” she muttered as he led her upstairs.

*****

Twenty minutes later he finally pulled out of her and lay on his side. He was still erect. Kirsty turned to face him, still a little breathless. “Have I made the list for the second round of interviews?”

She laughed and reached down for his erection. “There won’t be a need for a second round.”

He never even thought there would be. Earlier upstairs he had undressed her slowly. There was not much to take off;  dress, white bra, tights, and white panties. She was shy, he understood that. He spoke only once, “Don’t wear tights next time please.” She never responded as she slipped under the duvet. She watched him strip and noticed the surprised look on her face when she saw his erection. He knew was bigger than most men, and he knew his girth sometimes caught females by surprise. But he was a gentle lover.

He took her slowly; kissed her all over before spending time between her thighs. With knees up and thighs parted he made her cum time and time again. He knew what most guys were like – too eager to get inside a woman. He took his time. Penetrating with tongue and fingers working in unison to bring their juices flooding. Like others, Kirsty begged to be fucked for a long time before he actually did it.

Taking a pillow from under her head he slid it under her bum. She looked puzzled. “It tilts your womb,” he told her. “Keeps my seed in longer.”

She gasped as he slipped his erection inside her. He came twice. The first time was over in a few minutes, but he lay there still afterwards, deep inside her for a while before starting again. This time he was more adventurous. Fucked her on her side after a missionary position start before taking her doggy style. One hand grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her back against him. The other hand took turns to either spank her or finger her clitty. His mouth added to the onslaught. He called her his whore and his slut. No other man had called her names like that before. Kirsty was almost hoarse by the time he finally filled her with his seed again.

Still holding his erection as she lay there she kissed him. “Thank you,” she told him. “No, thank you for the honour and privileged of fucking you.” He felt her melt inside.

“No one has ever made me cum like that before,” she told him.

He said nothing as his fingers brushed against her mound. “Do you will really want me to take that hair off?” she asked in response to his remark earlier.

“Yes,” he responded. “I like to feast down there. I like to eat a woman. It’s much better when there’s not a forest in the way.”

She giggled. “Forest… okay, I’ll get rid of it.”

“I’ll do it, or better still get Alan to do it.”

She smiled. “He’s always wanted me to shave down there.”

“Well, there you go. Please him as well.”

“But he’ll be shaving me for another man!”

Jake kissed her. “Yes, it always add a little excitement to it all.”

“Won’t it be a bit humiliating for Alan?”

“It’s all about masochism and humiliation,” he told her. “All about the battle for sexual ownership of the wife – the alpha male and the inferior male competing.”

“And you are the Alpha male?” she asked as she stroked his hardness.

Jake kissed her and rolled her onto her back. “Well… you tell me!”

Kirsty cried out ‘Yes,’ as he thrust his hardness into her.