Page 4 of Filthy February

We’ve been doing this thing whenever we make love. Ever since we saw a picture of Valentina, we’ve fantasized about her with us. “I want you to lick her clit with me. Both of our tongues lapping at her folds while she squeals for us.”

“Ffff… yes. What else?”

With every rise and fall on his lap, I kiss his lips gently and whisper a new phrase. “Then, I want you to let me suck you, get you ready for her tight pussy.”

His hands grip the sides of my head so we can stare into each other’s eyes. “And you’ll watch as I enter? Finally put my cock inside her?”

Our gazes turn serious as we both envision it. “Yes, Carson. I want to see the look on your face as you fuck another woman. Nothing would please me more than that.”

The corners of his eyes squint until he grips my waist and slams his hips up into me with ardent fervor. “Come, my precious Jules, while you think about me filling her up.”

It’s the thought that’s driven me over the edge for years now. Carson fucking someone else while I kiss him, or suck on his balls. If he has me clean him up after, that will be a highlight of my sexual experiences. Now that I have a clear, real-life picture of Valentina in my mind, I can’t stop the orgasm that erupts from deep in my belly. Knowing that Carson will feel so turned on having both of us pleasure him, while he satisfies both of us, is enough to send me over the edge.

My nails dig into his shoulders as I scream at the height of ecstasy, the windows fogged up from our heavy breaths. While still gazing up into my face, he releases deep inside me. His cut arms wrap tightly around me to hold me in place as we ride out the pulses together.

It’s been two years since we’ve tried. Two years of no pulling out or birth control methods. The doctors wanted me to take hormone shots or pills. I refused. And that’s when I approached my husband about sharing another woman together. Ideally, it would be someone who would fit with us. A woman who would help not only give us children, but would become his girlfriend… or, hopefully, beyond that.

Just the thought of Valentina being her makes my belly flip with readiness. Carson must sense it because his laugh echoes through the car’s cabin. “I need to save some come for her. We want a baby, right?”

With a smile, I press my lips onto his and say, “Yes, Daddy.”

Three

CARSON

The ache in my dick doesn’t stop while leading the staff meeting. Ben has been slacking off for weeks. Despite returning to work, he’s taking an “extended honeymoon” and working from home almost all the time now. Everything has fallen upon my shoulders.

“How’s married life, loser?” I ask him on our video conference call as I answer another client email.

“Amazing. You know this, being married to your own phenomenal woman. And now, I’m going to be a dad.”

My jaw drops as I finally look at my business partner. “Never in my life did I think I’d see Ben Stone excited to be having a baby. Congrats, man. To you and Winter.”

His cheeks beam with pride. “Um… So, are you interested in my shares of the company? I’m retiring.”

A smirk comes across my lips. “Sure! I’m interested. But I may need to hire a new partner. Hopefully, I’ll be joining you in fatherhood soon.”

“Oh, man! Juliet finally pregnant?! I know you’ve been trying.”

His excitement sort of dampens mine. “No, but we’re looking into alternatives.”

All I can think about is my wife and Valentina. Together and separately. Juliet is always on my mind. No one has ever turned my head from her. Even though we have always had an open relationship, I never felt the need to fraternize with anyone else. Not even when pussy was thrown in my face.

Not until this week, when we met Valentina in the flesh. Juliet did most of the research on this, and I’ve been a cheerleader only to make her happy. It’s more important that my wife be okay with everything. Otherwise, I’m not doing it. I won’t lose her in the pursuit of having a kid, no matter how much I want one, too.

We’ve discussed adoption and alternative methods. But Juliet has a fantasy of adding someone else to our marriage. I have had it, too, but figured it was a pipe dream. We always said if there was another woman who came along that fit with us, we’d welcome her with open arms.

When I slipped my hand in Valentina’s, sparks shot up my arm and down my spine. I haven’t been mesmerized like that since meeting Juliet all those years ago. Now, I can’t stop imagining her in our bed and what I’ll be doing to her as soon as she calls us. My cock throbs, thinking about her ovulating right now. The anticipation of her belly growing with our child…

“Well, I’m excited for you two. Maybe we can go on a double date sometime soon.” Ben runs a hand through his hair and slides back in his office chair.

My smile falters. If things work out with Valentina, I wouldn’t want to go on a date without her, too. What do you call that? A fivesome date? Maybe just “group date”. I shouldn’t be thinking of adding her to us already. We hardly know her.

“Yeah, sounds good. Send me over the figures for your shares and I’ll have Juliet’s firm draw up some paperwork for us to sign. Congratulations on the pregnancy and retirement. Let me know when you want to meet up for racquetball again. I’m itching to play.” We say our goodbyes and end the call.

A peek outside my corner office windows makes me sigh. It’s later than I like, already dark out, but that’s normal for this time of the year. I hate that I’m working so much and missing out on dinner with my wife recently.

That’s going to need to change once I’m a dad, one of the most important roles one can have. I take that seriously. Just like my father did, even though I lost him when I was only eighteen.

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