Virginia Nights Ch. 07

Saturday, November 28, 2020 1800L

Thankfully, we convinced Hannah and Mark to watch the whole family for an evening. They joked about feeling pity for us since we hadn't had a night to ourselves since May. Jack was six now and old enough to notice that his new family members were different from him. Overall, he and Lily were adjusting well to having their interracial siblings, though Jack constantly questioned why Jacob and Matthew were so different from Lily and him. Thankfully, the innocence of his age kept him from grasping the concept of our more complicated activities.

Hannah greeted us at the door more excitedly than I expected. She smelled of cinnamon, and her vibrant blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her face portraying her Norwegian ancestry soften by some German traits. She looked closer to a late twenty something than the childless 33 year old English teacher she was. Her white compression sweater displaying her braless breasts underneath, I was unsure who she was showing off for. Drunk Sara was prone to showing me photo's of Hannah, her phone filled with flirty picture messages. Sara would then wail about how perfect and perky Hannah's tits were, seeking my approval her own were superior. After Jack, Sara's heavier breasts finally overtook Hannah's in size. I could almost see her petite light pink nipples thru the fabric, before having to move my eyes.

Our temporary babysitter led us further into her house. Her smooth black leggings accentuated the lower part of her hourglass figure. Hannah's dedication to health and fitness was paying off, as her well-developed physique moved gracefully in front of me. While her body was still in great shape, it showed subtle signs of age--something Hannah often lamented to Mark, using it as a way to nudge him into having children sooner rather than later. Mark was a good-looking guy too, just turning 35, standing just under six feet tall with dirty blonde hair. He still looked hardly over 30, a testament to the healthy habits his wife had "encouraged" him to adopt.

Hannah's behavior was starting to distract me. She seemed almost giddy about watching our four children. While both she and Mark had happily cared for Jack and Lily before, Hannah had never seemed this excited. Even when Jack and Lily were babies, she hadn't shown this level of enthusiasm. Mark had initially been all for starting a family, dreaming of a bustling house one day. But Hannah had wanted to see the world with him instead, a goal they had embraced fully during the past summer. Mark was a great employee, especially during the week or so each month when I had him at the testing range in New Mexico. Unfortunately, he was nearly impossible to reach the rest of the month, always teleworking with his wife from a new city after I'd taken him on.

It was one of those rare nights when he was home this summer that he confessed what had changed his mind about starting a family. He'd learned that Hannah's family had a genetic predisposition to a nerve disorder. Although Hannah had tested negative for the active disease, she still carried the genetic trait recessively. If passed on, the disorder could possibly leave one of their children bound to a wheelchair by the age of 70. While it was a tragic possibility, I didn't think it was a strong enough reason to halt their plans. I had always wanted to bring it up to him in confidence, though I suspected it might be tied to the loss of his stepmother to Parkinson's late last spring. He never fully opened up about it, but I had a feeling it weighed heavily on him. He had made it clear that, while having children wasn't completely off the table, he was now subtly making it difficult for his wife to conceive. He timed his monthly trips to coincide with the peak of his wife's cycle. It was a situation I now felt guilty for being a part of.

Hannah took Jacob and Matthew as Mark arrived, corralling Jack and Lily into the kitchen for snacks and pizza. Sara and I exchanged a smile, happy to have such a strong village around us. We both then noticed Hannah laying Jacob and Matthew closely next to her on the large prepared blanket in front of the TV. I assumed she was going to use this time to examine Jacob and Matthew for any telltale signs of their true father. Hannah was the only one in our circle whom I suspected might know something was off, at least the only one nosey enough to investigate heavily. Her eyes betrayed a desire to uncover our secret, despite her words suggesting otherwise. I felt slightly nervous about her potentially discovering our secret relationship with Caleb, though Sara did not share my concern. She trusted Hannah fully.

Sara and Hannah finished their goodbyes with a hug that lingered just a bit longer than usual. There was something more than friendship beneath the surface. I knew from years ago, during a particularly rough patch in our marriage, that there had been times when Sara and Hannah had experimented with each other. It was around the time we had been arguing about when to start a family, and Sara, needing space, had pulled away after one of those fights. I realized Sara's infidelity when Mark messaged me that he had come home early from a rotation to find the house in disarray. He sent me a photo of my wife's car parked in his garage, joking about the situation. I was about to reply as he finished unloading the luggage from his car. Hannah had been in the shower after their "workout," and Sara rushed out, covered in sweat. She was apologizing rapidly for taking his spot and to not tell me she was there. Mark had no idea what had just transpired, assuming they were simply doing cardio and brushing it off as a normal occurrence. Sara had lied, telling me she was staying with a cousin in Richmond for the weekend. Much later, Sara admitted only that she and Hannah had experimented in college. She never confessed to what happened that weekend.

Somehow, despite the lies, what had happened between Sara and Hannah that weekend years ago hardly felt like cheating to me. I knew Mark was unaware of it; he blissfully dismissed their open flirting as something casual between women, never suspecting anything more than just words. He didn't know about Hannah's bisexuality. Sara, it seemed, had been more open with me than Hannah had been with Mark. Hannah had never told Mark about her relationship with Sara in college--how, during her freshman year, she had seduced the older, returning Master's student, Sara. My wife had ended the fling when she started dating me not long after. Both Sara and Hannah knew their relationship was never going anywhere. Despite all of this, they had managed to keep their history hidden from almost everyone except me. It amazes me that they managed to stay friends all these years. My doubt was resolved years ago when Hannah decided to follow Sara and me to the Virginia area; it only made sense that she would apply to the same school as my wife.

Most of the car ride back home was quiet. Both of us nervous but giddy like two love drunk teens.

"How do you feel?" Sara said gripping my hand, her palm sweaty.

"I'm good, a little nervous. We won't be able to pull off the clinic mix up if you get pregnant again." I said, attempting to hide my full excitement.

"Me too, we can always just use a condom if you want." She said in a shaky voice, the risk pushing her arousal as well.

"I want you two to have fun, plenty of people do this all the time. We even did it for awhile too. I trust Caleb, he has been really good since the start about not crossing our lines." I replied, shrugging my shoulders towards the end.

"The times things went too far were kind of our own fault." I said regrettably. The words helping relax both me and my anxious wife. I forcefully quieted the rational portion of my brain. I was sure Sara was doing the same. Both of us willing to risk flying near the sun once more for those incredible moments with Caleb. Thankfully the act of raising Jacob and Matthew tempered my desire to outright breed my wife again.

"Would you be okay taping our date tonight?" My wife changing topics quickly.

"Ummm, sure. As long as Caleb is down for it." I said surprised of her new request.

"Okay, sweet I'll text him. I have something to ask you afterwards." She said toying with me lightly.

"I am a little worried." I joked back.

"It isn't about us exactly. If that's what your worried about." Sara said, her hint releasing my stress visibly. Despite my best efforts I couldn't get another peep from my wife about her request.

2000L

I had just poured my second glass of red wine as I joined my wife in the master bedroom downstairs. She had freshly showered, her smooth pale skin smelled incredible. The lingerie practically glided onto her body. Her dark curly hair bounced an inch above her soft shoulders. She had just gotten her haircut last weekend in anticipation for the date. Despite birthing the twins in May she looked years younger like she did before.

"How are you doing?" I said letting her know I was near. She was deeply focused on her makeup now. Her light Jewish complexion making the task slightly harder than for most.

"I'm excited, we are still on the same page?" She turned her head making eye contact with me. Her dark eyes were warmly bearing down on me now. Forcing me to swallow.

"I think so, I'm kind of surprised Caleb went for this. Camera and all." I said shrugging my shoulders.

"Me too. I thought after Jacob and Matthew we would never even see him again." Sara said as she approached me. Intent on my wine.

"Can you blame him?" I said as I took her body in.

She was getting comfortable with lingerie again. The black lace bra held her breasts naturally. Her engorged breasts tapered after we switched the twins to formula. A necessity as they were practically draining my wife daily. Both hungrier then Jack and Lily combined at the same age. Despite the abuse, her breasts regained their natural slight perkiness quickly as they receded into a still full D cup.

The elegant black corset sat snuggly underneath. Sara was still somewhat concerned of her post delivery stomach. The stretch marks more present than times before. Her commitment to regaining her body was commendable as outside the dull stretch marks she was as stunning before. My gaze quickly falling onto her noticeably larger hips. A result of Matthew coming thru her like a wrecking ball during labor. The matching black crotchless lace bottoms rode on her proven childbearing hips making her accomplishment last May even more impressive. The entrance to her glistened brightly already underneath. Her powerful womanhood inside was irreversibly larger, a result of her time with Caleb and birthing his massive two sons. Her smooth pale legs shined brightly in the bathroom light.

The door bell rang grabbing my attention. My wife excitedly waving me off to go retrieve our black bull as she followed behind up the stairs. She broke off taking her preplanned position on the couch in the living room. I took a final breath of air before opening the door.

It took a few moments for my eyes to see the large black man in front of me. Momentarily panicking me until I realized the imposing figure was Caleb. He had truly filled out he looked to be nearing 250 pounds of muscle. He's body soften somewhat by the bulk of muscle mass. It was evident where Jacob and Matthew inherited their size. As I shook the new father's hand, I saw his genetic instrument of destruction barely hidden in his grey dress pants. I welcomed the potent new dad into our house warmly.

We exchanged pleasantries and attempted small talk as I led him into our living room. As I rounded the corner, I began filming with my phone. Thankful for my recent upgrade to a phone with a better camera. My fertile wife standing to greet the black bull once more. She threw her arms around him. Caleb subtly lowering himself to embrace Sara tightly. Her now very gifted chest pushed into him. It was oddly heartwarming watching Sara embrace the other father of her new children. Bearing his sons bringing their relationship past the purely physical. Somehow in my messed up brain the situation seemed natural.

Sara led Caleb to the couch slowly undressing the young man. Eventually clearing the way for the massive cock. The organ was just as impressive all these months after. Despite Sara practically unhinging her jaw, she just couldn't take much of the huge cock. She slurped the purple head as she began stoking the cock with both hands. Her pale soft hands contrasted against the black cock. The familiar scent of his sexual organs awakening began to fill the room. Pre-cum oozed slightly, his potent balls could already be filling the fluid with the powerful sperm. My wife then momentarily pausing, motioning me to sit next to her bull.

"Hey, Caleb we just need to go over something again before we start." My wife said, still stroking the huge black cock gently.

"Yeah.. I know we mentioned it before, but you really need to be careful tonight." I said attempting to avert my gaze the powerful organ pulsing in my wife's hands. I lowered the phone from my point of view to be less distracting but still capture the moment.

"I know, you can trust me. I'm not gonna cum inside you tonight. I want too, but I wont." Caleb said brushing my wife's hair gently. My wife smiling at the gesture.

"We are just making sure. You could really get yourself in trouble mister." My wife said adjusting her grip to the massive balls laying loose in Caleb's smooth sack. The massive cock throbbed strongly as our bull looked across my wife's body. It was clear he was remembering Sara's body creating his incredible two sons. A thicker spurt of precum began to form down the length of the cock, my wife then moving her hand up and down the long shaft.

"Sir, you almost broke me with Jacob and Matthew. I think you still need to make up for that." My wife aware of Caleb's drifting mind.

"I know, I know. I can't fight my urges." He said, the final portion said hurriedly.

"Well sir, you need to figure that out." My wife said mounting the seated bull. No longer able to hold her desires back.

"Because if you don'tttt.. Mphhhhh." My wife stated, sliding the massive weapon into her. The crotchless panties parted smoothly as her slit expanded to take the harbinger of genetic material into her white body. The distinct vein's making Sara groan as they passed into her. Caleb's gifted genetics extending to his cardiovascular system. A thought of Jack shot into my mind, I felt a pang of guilt knowing Jacob and Matthew were going to be far more athletically and biologically gifted than him. My cuckold twins were genetically superior to my mixed European white son at least physically in everyway.

"Your really gonna have to help us with diapers next time." My wife said fully seated on the dangerous cock. Her words sending another visible throb from the base of the black sword buried in my wife.

"I know, but you did such a good job. You can't blame me for wanting more.." Caleb said, his voice straining. He joked, but it was clear he was interested in some roleplay. It was a little too close to home for Sara and I too really play into as of late.

"Mister, keep your mind on track. You already have twins." My wife joked back, silencing him with a finger. She started moving her body up the entire cock. The act requiring a large amount of movement on Sara's part to perform. She was able to take Caleb's entire length easily now, her ass began to comfortably tap repeatedly against Caleb's balls. Her soft thick ass teasing the organs once more.

"Fuccck. I forgot how deep you can get." My wife said leaning back resting the entire black cock inside her. Using the chance to praise her lover to change topics. The gentle but deep throbs of Caleb's heartbeat deep inside Sara then sending her over the edge. My wife's powerful womanhood strengthen by two massive babies began gripping the monster cock inside her. Her muscles making the stiff cock visibly swell underneath. Her body releasing a powerful wave of hormones thru her.

The natural indicators of Caleb's chances to father more accidents with my wife began to rise in their sack. My wife's body attempting to end the nearly minute long orgasm as Caleb's precum began to signal his coming release. Despite this, Sara had the insight to begin lifting herself from the coming danger. Caleb then finally helping Sara dismount him. His subconscious was battling with him made clear by the expression on his face. Thankfully Caleb's strong will overcame as the massive organ began shooting ropes of cum across my wife's back. The thick substance shot far up her back and even landing on the ends of her hair. The incredibly white substance contrasted against the black lingerie. The distance covered helped by the incredible length, seated all the way up my wife's generous but still softly toned ass.

Caleb removed a hand from Sara's ample hips, made partly larger by him earlier this year. He finished his significant ejaculation on my wife's lower back and ass. Nearly six thick ropes clung to Sara's body and lingerie as she began to buck wildly into our bulls lower stomach. Driving her pussy against our warrior of stud's body, her body attempting to start motherhood again desperately. Her body crying out over the black corrupting organ's departure before the final moments. Her second orgasm beat her body with contractions. This one taking nearly two minutes to complete. As the two lovers began to recover from the near recklessness, we began to come back to our senses.

"Do we need to start picking out names?" My wife said jokingly addressing me and my camera as I panned around her covered body. Spending significant time watching for any signs of Caleb accidentally cumming too soon from her slit.

"I think we should be good." I said satisfied as my wife stood up, her legs shaking.

I zoomed in onto the bull responsible for the genetic carnage sprayed across my wife's back. My gesture prompting a response from the now clearly more level headed and relaxed Caleb. My wife then making her way to the bathroom near the stairs.

"For a second I was a little worried." Our bull joked into the camera.

"No more accidents right?" My wife spinning back around, her voice was sarcastic as she played along. The prompt spin and response adding to the comedic relief on film.

"Hey I feel bad enough lasting like a minute. I wasn't going to make her mad too!" Caleb said in mock surrender. The act making my wife smile as she continued into the bathroom.

"Don't worry, it's been awhile for me. I appreciate taking things slow." Sara said as she stepped out view.

My wife returned soon after changing back into leggings and puffy white sweater placed before. Wishing a few words with our bull before he departed for the night.

"You really made a mess didn't you?" My wife was teasing the black college student.

"Sasha was out of town all week, you got the brunt of it." Caleb said, slightly apologizing for the quantity deposited onto Sara.

"Well you could've warned a girl. Anyways, thank you again for pulling out. Me and Ryan appreciate it." Sara said as she gave Caleb a warm hug.

"I still feel bad about what happened, I didn't mean to get you pregnant." Caleb stated sincerely as he released my wife.

"It's alright, it was bound to happen sometime. We are just glad you've been so understanding. We are still surprised you didn't just run off completely. " My wife said trying smooth the issue over. Slight pang of guilt shot thru me, remembering how we were going to have to lie to Caleb about how it actually happened.

"Can I be kinda honest?" Caleb said looking at both me and Sara. My wife wearing a surprised look as she nodded.

"It really woke something up in me when I got you pregnant. I try to play out these fantasies with Sasha. Like risk getting her pregnant and well. Breeding her. She hates the idea of getting pregnant or maybe even having kids altogether. I can't even bring up the idea of role playing anymore. I can only get that rush with you. It's really helped taking the edge off with our date." He said, my wife and I traded glances.

"When we were your age the last thing we wanted was a family. She will come around in a few years most likely. If not, you can have that discussion with her. You just cant tell at your age what she may really want in a few years. Your both really young still." I said attempting to comfort the conflicted young man.

"Besides you have Jacob and Matthew already. Your pretty far ahead of the curve. I don't mind joking about the idea of more, but let's just plan on only raising your two for now." My wife said trying to lighten the mood.

"Don't get me wrong, I love them. I just want to have more of my own one day and I want to be real parent with Sasha. I hated being an only child growing up, I want our kids to have large family to lean on. Something that will help when I'm not around anymore one day." His mood growing somber, obvious reflections on losing his father just a few years ago.

"Meantime, I don't think your wanting anymore of mine." Caleb ending lightly as his spirits rose again.

"That's beautiful and I think we are good for now Caleb. We will let you know if we change our minds." My wife said jokingly as she smiled, trying to contain a nervous laugh. Her expression was contagious and spreading to mine. She gently guided the young man out to the front door. I gave Caleb a firm handshake before Sara hugged him one last time. He then slid from the front door and into his car. Quickly disappearing into the night. I immediately grabbed the phone I had placed into my pocket, rushing to see the quality of the footage. I soon discovered the phone had been recording the whole time outside the rather short session. I initially winced at the extra long video.

"How did it come out?" My wife said pushing her body against me.

"I don't know, its been recording the whole time. I'll need to edit it first I think." I responded.

"Aww, how long is it gonna take to upload to our cloud?" My wife then quizzed me.

"Probably awhile, do you want trade phones so you can watch it while I grab the kids?" I suggested.

"No that's okay, just keep uploading it while your getting them. I'll text Hannah to let her know your on the way." My wife seeming slightly less disappointed as she pulled out her phone. I gave her a final hug before departing for Hannah's, the smell of Sara's black lover clung to her heavy.

As I started the car Sara gave me final wave before properly cleaning up the house and showering. She was always adept at keeping the house and family in check. We were debating if Sara should take the next few years off of work to manage things as a stay at home parent. Something we did not have the luxury of years ago, needing the second income to secure our finances. I think Sara always wanted to be a stay at home mom secretly. She had a laundry list of things to do around the house and things she wanted to do with Jacob and Matthew now. Days were chaos again managing the babies so it seemed like things maybe going that way regardless.

The topic of growing our family eventually triggered some anxiety. Since that eventful plane ride, that time sitting in my thoughts alone. The dark desire for Caleb to breed my wife finally making itself known like a cancer. I knew that summer Sara got pregnant that it had been mostly an accident. I still blamed myself for not confessing to Caleb and making things clear about Sara's fertility status. Right when I was digging myself into a mental hole that September, Sara confessed her enjoyment of risking things and that she willingly went along. The excitement and risk far too much to resist. We agreed since to be more open with Caleb, still we were unable to tell him the full truth of the events leading to Jacob and Matthew's conception.

I was surprised all the times we convinced Caleb to keep going bare that first year. He was outwardly terrified of becoming a teen dad, underneath it was clear his biological drive was waging war against him, even in those first months. It was that meet up with him when Sara was pregnant that was when got our first look into Caleb's desire to risk and eventually later admitting his desire to have children. He was focused on starting a family with Sasha right out of college. Sara felt somewhat hurt knowing what that would mean eventually. Sharing him with his unknowing girlfriend was one thing. Knowing once successful with Sasha he would have practically no time for us. That's if he even lived anywhere near us. It was a long ways off but it still sucked knowing our relationship would never be forever.

Part of me wished we could fill that hole for Caleb, growing his family in secret. Jacob and Matthew were such gifted children already ahead of their age in all meaningful measures. I desperately wanted another to carry my lineage along with Jack and Lily. Despite this, I knew at least Jacob and Matthew would carry my name and Sara's genes. I wasn't sure where Sara stood with the idea of having another with Caleb on accident. Something we should have made clear before suggesting the idea with Caleb. For all I knew he may have accidentally impregnated my wife again. My heart jumped every time the black organ throbbed gently or his balls lifted even slightly. Knowing the proven organs were fully capable of depositing precum with enough of the resilient sperm to ensure another African baby in my wife.

I shook the thought from my mind as I pulled into Hannah's driveway. A bit surprised of the slight erection filling my pants. Forcing me to quickly change my thoughts to a calmer topic. I finally controlled the situation as I was greeted by Mark with Jacob and Matthew already packaged up into their baby carriers. He softly greeted me, careful to not waking the babies. He handed me Matthew while he carried his brother to the car helping me load them into the SUV. Both of us surprised of the heft of both seven month old's. I wondered how Caleb's mom managed thru motherhood.

I was met by Hannah soon after at the car with Jack and Lily in tow. Exhausted by the countless activities Hannah had planned they crawled into the back seats silently. I gave Hannah a hug noticing how sweaty she was. Hannah must have gone hard keeping the kids entertained. I gave a handshake to Mark seeing the fatigue in his eyes.

"Thank you both again so much." I said starting the car, both Mark and Hannah by my window.

"Not a problem, we figured you were hard up when you called us finally." Mark joked, attempting to hide the tired signs on his face.

"Besides your going to be returning the favor soon enough with ours. As long as Mark gets his act in gear." Hannah said somewhat pointedly, giving her husband a mock jab with her elbow. Despite her physical exertion she was still awfully full of energy compared to Mark.

"Absolutely or anything else." I said ending the goodbye. Sensing the discomfort Hannah had caused my friend. I chose to depart soon after giving him space to handle the obvious conflict underneath.

2300L

We had gotten the whole family to sleep quickly after I arrived back. My wife freshly showered and wearing her red silk pajamas was smelling wonderful next to me in bed. She was editing the video of the non important pieces. Her glasses reflecting the screen as she worked intensely.

"Hey, I don't mind fast forwarding from place to place. It doesn't need to be anything special for us I don't think." I said attempting to alleviate the burden of editing from my wife.

"Well about that. How mad would you be if I shared part of this?" She said, changing her attention to judge my reaction.

"Umm. Like online? That might be a really bad idea." I said attempting to let her down gently while going over the clear danger.

"No not like that. With someone else, someone we know..." She said as she took my now sweating hand.

"Uhhh, who did you have in mind." My face portraying my doubtfulness on the feasibility already.

"So, it would be with Hannah. She kinda, maybe knows about our situation." My wife said shyly.

"How does she know that?" My voice while quiet becoming stern. My mind racing to worse case situations.

"It was when I had that night over at her place when I could start drinking again. She kind of got me drunk enough to ask the right questions. I'm really sorry." My wife's initial light attitude becoming apologetic. Guilt shot thru me slightly, Hannah was incredibly talented at extracting information from her friends. I knew my wife wouldn't willingly risk us otherwise.

"Well, do you think we can keep trusting her?" I said, softening my tone.

"I know we can, she told me something about herself. It might sound bad but can I be honest?" She said looking me in the eyes.

"Of course." My mind worried what being even more honest might entail.

"Mark and her have been on a long rough patch. Hannah was thinking of experimenting with some other people. Without him knowing though." She finally said.

"Uhhh, okay. What does that have to do with the video?" I attempted to control my mixed emotions knowing why we could now trust Hannah fully. Just as my loyalty to Mark was beginning to be brought to the forefront of my mind.

"This is all just any idea right now, but she was originally just going to pick up random guys from the bar. The weeks Mark was away at least. I'm the only one she knows that sleeps with someone outside their marriage. She wanted to know if the risk is worth going completely bare or going black." She admitted gesturing towards the newly edited video.

"Oh gotcha." I said filling the air between us as my mind battled with this dark knowledge of a good friend's wife and her plan for interracial infidelity.

"I don't need to send this to her but I need to know you won't tell Mark. I know your both close." My wife said attempting to settle the fight in my mind.

"No that's fine, send it. I won't tell Mark, I promise." I said, the black cancerous desire taking refugee now. Preventing my earned friendship from prevailing and warning Mark.

"Okay, I just sent it." My wife said after I nodded once more towards the phone. Her breath quickening.

"So, are they still trying in the meantime?" I said remembering earlier conversations.

"I didn't ask, I think she went back on the pill. It would be really dumb otherwise." My wife said, missing the irony. I raised my eye brows in mock surprise.

"Hey, our situation was different." My wife attempting to respond to the casual embarrassment.

"So she doesn't have anyone in mind?" I said switching subject while questioning Sara.

"No, I was thinking maybe seeing if Caleb might be interested. It will help take the pressure off us while we try for another one of yours. Plus he's understanding and with some experience in this." She said giving my hand a squeeze.

"Oh, that might be good. As long as he didn't just get you pregnant again." I said motioning towards her proven womb.

"I think we will be alright, it was at the very, very end of the window. Plus he didn't cum inside me at all." She said attempting to smooth the present anxiety over.

We continued our talk for awhile more before I turned into bed. As my thoughts ran thru my head waiting for sleep I couldn't help but notice my wife busily answering the numerous new messages from Hannah late into the early morning.

Sunday, November 29, 2020 1000L

I relaxed back into the couch in the living room, drinking fresh coffee. I was enjoying the quiet morning. Sara was playing with Jacob and Matthew on a laid out comforter. Their large size making them seemed older, the stark contrast to me evident. It was strange watching them learn my mannerisms, no different than Jack or Lily at that age. It was at least comforting to know they were carrying my wife's genetics and my name. I was letting myself begin to feel pride raising them as my own. They were developing incredibly quickly scoring closer to a 8 month old at our last checkup.

Jack and Lily were watching cartoons together in the play room upstairs. It was a convenient time for us to finally discuss what last night's messages were about.

"So, what did Hannah decide to do?" I asked nervously placing my coffee down.

"Well, I messaged Caleb if he would be open to the idea of doing something similar with Hannah. I gave him her number too if he was interested." Sara said as she handed me Matthew, taking Jacob as she sat across from me on the loveseat.

"Oh?" I said as my thoughts began to battle.

"I guess they really hit things off. He's going over to her place after Mark leaves for his flight." My wife said, attempting to judge my feelings of the situation. I gulped down guilt, I had asked Mark to preposition tomorrow so he could meet with some government inspectors early Monday morning at our desert testing facility. I had asked him weeks before discovering Hannah's secret plan of infidelity.

"Is it just a meet up or are they going all the way?" I asked nervously. It felt terrible to admit, but the voices cheering for Hannah were quickly overcoming my loyalty to my friend. Caleb was a gifted stud in all ways reproductively, the proof being rocked in both of our arms. It felt only natural to let someone close to us experience it as well, finally able to let someone else know our secret.

"She was hoping for at least some foreplay, I didn't ask Caleb but he's apparently wanted her since he had 10th grade English with her. Unless something goes wrong I think they'll get pretty far." Sara said in an almost matter of fact tone.

"Bare right?" I asked attempting to remember our conversation last night.

"Yeah, about that." My wife squirmed switching shoulders with Jacob in her arms. I raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"She's not on the pill and she is gonna ask Caleb to pull out. She should be safe either way with her cycle." She said sheepishly.

"Umm, that sounds like a terrible idea." I said impulsively, attempting to catch my words as the irony was now striking me. My wife tilted her head nodding mockingly to my comments.

"Hey, we both knew this might happen. Mark has no idea, he would be destroyed." I said attempting to keep my voice down.

"She's tracking her cycle and Caleb is trustworthy. He's been good about these things too." My wife said soothingly.

"I mean your not wrong. Still seems like a bad idea in case she gets pregnant." I said as I shrugged my shoulders.

"I mean, at least Hannah gets her baby and Caleb gets another branch on his family tree." She joked, releasing some of her own tension.

2230L

We were sitting in bed commenting on the photo Hannah had sent my wife. In it, Hannah's unmistakable body was laying face up on her bed. Her hands covered her face, only her massive smile remand underneath. A mixture of excitement and embarrassment evident thru the creases. Across her tone stomach and perky B cup breasts lay thick ropes of cum. My eyes immediately drawn downward to her well shaven pussy. Despite being wet with a mixture of precum and her own fluids, it appeared Caleb had pulled out just in time. It was evident it wasn't a moment too soon, the initial rope starting a mere inch from her womanhood.

I hate myself for admitting it, but it felt awful for wishing the thick life giving load was deep inside her. The idea of Caleb breeding her perfect hourglass figure began to fill my mind. Caleb was genetically gifted with an amazing mind and body. It would be rough with Mark but outside of that, you couldn't ask for a better donor.