Cinq à Sept

This story includes themes of consensual cuckolding, intentional breeding, bisexual oral, and interracial sex. There's also a character with strong religious beliefs. If any of those themes would reduce your enjoyment of the story, please click away now.

Everyone in this story is an adult.

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There were two reasons Gavin was in a good mood as he walked through the lobby of the Docklands tower his employer used. Firstly, he was expecting to get news of his first international transfer. A transfer to Paris would come with all sorts of benefits while still being near enough that he could pop home for a rugby match if he wanted -- and had the time.

The other reason he was happy was the scenario Maja had woven in his mind as he was eating her out earlier. She'd been a very naughty girl and was dripping with babyjuice from the two bulls who'd railed her before Gavin got home. Could he clean her up? If she was nice and clean the priest might not know when she went to mass, later.

Gavin loved the way Maja played on her Polish purity in their lovemaking. He'd met her parents and they were upset that he wasn't Polish, wasn't catholic, and wasn't even Christian. They thought he drifted through life worshipping mammon. And it's true that he was a junior international banker -- hoping to become a senior international banker. But he didn't really worship mammon. He worshipped Maja.

Maja looked like she was very young and naïve. But she was young and willful. And that's what Gavin loved so much. Maja would take control and let him serve her. She gave orders. She made decisions. Gavin just had to be good with his tongue. Gavin loved bending to rightful authority and Maja was the rightest authority in his life.

And Maja had trained him harder than any Pilates instructor. After four years together, Gavin thought that he'd take gold if there was a formal competition. His tongue was the making of their relationship and compensated for what he missed elsewhere. He could use it to give Maja orgasms that swept through her with the force of a tsunami. He'd left her unconscious for so long he'd Googled whether he should call an ambulance.

But it wasn't a health issue. She was just very reactive and he was great with his tongue.

He barely noticed the other people in the lift on the way up. He just checked that his tie was properly knotted and his suit looked smart. It should. Maja had made sure that he looked the part for the role.

He floated out of the meeting room 40 minutes later. He'd be going to Paris! It was the assignment he'd wanted and had been practising for, for a year now. The bank would sort out his visa and assign him one of their city centre apartments.

"Looking forward to Paris, Mr Levan?"

Mr Brewer was the VP for his team. He had a bristling brown moustache and a nose and cheeks that were as red as the trousers he probably wore at weekends.

"Of course, Mr Brewer. It's what I've been working towards."

"Yes, I'm sure you'll do well in the Paris office. And outside it, no doubt."

Gavin just looked confused at that last remark.

"The cinq à sept, young man." He said breathing so close that Gavin could tell that Mr Brewer had been drinking pints of bitter last night. "Five until seven. It's the two hours after work, young man -- for a dalliance before dinner. I enjoyed my time in Paris very much, I can tell you!"

Mr Brewer laughed at the hilarity of his last statement and marched off towards the executive canteen.

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"I've never heard of it." Maja told him when he got home and started making preparations. "What is it?"

"It's the two hours after work where wives are expected to cuckold their husbands." He explained. "Mr Brewer told me about it after I got the assignment today. We need to look into it. I think it's an important part of assimilating into the local culture, and probably the bank."

"Really?"

"Really. It's important. We have to be respectful of the local culture. We need to find a young man that you wouldn't mind taking between your legs."

Gavin said it, then he thought and looked appalled.

"I'm sorry, Maja. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. If you can't bring yourself to cuckold me I'll just have to do the best I can. Make up for it in other ways. There's no order or expectation."

Maja laughed.

"You silly boy! We've been playing this as games for years now. Making it real will be wonderful, especially as it has an official status -- it's formally allowed. It doesn't even have to be just one man. Maybe I could have a different man each day?"

"You'll do it? You'll cuckold me? Really?"

"Of course I will, silly. I love you, and I want to make you happy. And I think I could enjoy it a lot, too. It won't be a hardship. I promise you. There's no reluctance on my part, I assure you."

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They created accounts on several different apps and found that Maja was very popular. French men, it seemed, liked the look of her tiny, lithe body and fair hair. They weren't put off by the situation explicitly being called out as cuckolding, either.

After swiping left and right for hours at a time they met a couple of possible bulls and ended up with Maurice. He had everything Maja was looking for. He was a wiry surfer, a hand taller than Gavin, spoke good English, and was also new to the city. He'd just arrived from Saint Martin, the northern half of a Caribbean island shared with the Netherlands.

"Everyday?" He asked.

"I think you can have weekends off!" Maja laughed. "After all, the cinq à sept is a weekday concept, right? We were thinking of seeing other parts of France at the weekend."

"And maybe catching a rugby game." Gavin noted, hoping that Maurice recognised him as another man and not just the husband of the woman he'd be inseminating.

"I can probably come over most afternoons. But my bandmates need me for practise and recording sometimes. But I know someone else you might like. He's from my island and he'll be moving here next month. Noud and I were friends on Saint Martin and I'm sure you'll like him."

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Maurice and Gavin were both standing naked with a naked Maja kneeling before them. She'd got back from Sunday mass an hour earlier but had put that behind her, so she could concentrate on what she had in front.

Her left hand supported Gavin's limp penis. It just crossed from her little to her middle finger. She knew from long experience that when fully deployed it was just longer than the width of one of her delicate hands. Her right hand supported Maurice's limp penis and about half of it was hanging over the edge.

"Oh, Gavin, look at what Maurice has. I expect he'll reach parts of me that you'll never reach. And he'll stretch me in ways that you'll never be able to stretch me. What do you think about that?"

Gavin's penis spoke for him, stiffening up and reaching a decidedly average erection. Maurice's penis remained limp.

"You just volunteered, Gavin. On your knees. You can get Maurice ready for me."

Gavin got down on his knees and placed the tip of Maurice's big black cock in his mouth after breathing deeply and appreciating its manly scent. Maja was reclining on the bed, masturbating as she watched Gavin use the oral skills honed on her, or the wiry black man in front of him.

Were Gavin's oral skills truly transferable? Maybe Maurice was just eager to be ready to penetrate the tiny Polish woman. Whatever, he quickly stiffened to a length and girth that Gavin and Maja had only seen in the larger end of their dildo collection. Maja didn't normally let Gavin use them on her, they were for when she was pegging him.

Gavin noticed a change in the taste. Maurice was producing a lot of precum and was clearly ready. Gavin could retire to the cuck chair and watch Maja as she welcomed Maurice inside.

Maurice considered himself quite the expert. Lots of couples came to the Caribbean so the wives could enjoy a local man. Generally, the husbands wanted to watch. Aged 18, he'd had his first sexual experience with a middle aged woman from Nantes in western France. And he'd spent the next few years between the legs of married women from most of northern Europe and North America.

He didn't know why the husbands wanted him to cuckold them. He could see why the wives were so keen. Often, their husbands were smaller but very successful in another aspect of life. One of them had referred to it as a "spiky skillset." Maurice's skillset wasn't all that spiky. But he did have a spike that was an advantage when married women called upon him.

Because Maja had never allowed Gavin to use any of the larger dildos on her, she was overwhelmed by Maurcice's size. Instead of a gentle, drawn out experience, her first time with him was much more like a punk song.

Barely a minute after he'd maxed out -- well short of full insertion -- and had moved to a rhythmic motion, Maja felt the start of an enormous orgasm. Waves of intense joy started pulsing out from her groin and reaching every part of her body. She could feel the pleasure in the tips of her fingers, the tops of her ears, and the heels of her feet.

Maurice considered himself still in the gentle warmup stage of the encounter. But Maja was moving towards an initial conclusion with a speed he'd never seen. Those waves got bigger, thicker, and moved faster. Maja was no longer a woman enjoying cinq à sept sex with a man she'd found with her husband. The orgasm wasn't something she was experiencing, it was her identity. She was growing hotter like a nuclear reactor going into meltdown. Sure, she was housed in the body of a small, blonde, Polish woman. But she had transformed from a human into the personification of orgasm.

As a caring lover, Maurice was deeply worried when Maja seemed to collapse, unresponsive to his gentle touch.

"Magnificent." Gavin murmured from the cuck chair.

Maurice still looked scared but was aware that Gavin was not worried by Maja's lack of consciousness.

"I've never seen her orgasm so quickly. You're amazing, Maurice. I'm so glad you could join us. Thank you!"

Maurice just pointed at Maja.

"Don't worry. She's not ill. It's just that an orgasm can overwhelm her sometimes and you've just given her the most intense orgasm of her life. She'll come around in a minute or two. But we should be very gentle with her."

Maja recovered and -- having calibrated herself -- was better able to cope with Maurice. Their next attempt left her with a very satisfying pool of Caribbean cum for Gavin to clean up.

"Not yet, Gavin. The cum can stay in me, where it'll do some good. But Maurice needs to be cleaned, too."

So Gavin found himself tasting the mixed flavours of Maja's pussy and Maurice's babyjuice. It thickly coated the gently deflating but still magnificent cock.

Then, Maurice took the chair while Gavin demonstrated his magnificent oral skills in the context he'd learned them. Maja gave careful instructions up front and Gavin complied. He always put Maja's pleasure ahead of his desire for more of Maurice's sperm coating his mouth.

But eventually, Gavin brought Maja to her third and final orgasm of the afternoon. It didn't knock her out for as long as Maurice's first but it was still very good. An hour later when they were showered and dressed, Maja still had a rosy glow on the incredibly pale skin of her chest and thighs.

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"I promise I'll do my best to get back from La Défense on time every night. But you know banking. Sometimes we have emergencies. I promise I'll text and let you know. And as long as I'll be on time, you can let Maurice's cum stay where it'll do a good job."

"I wish that were true." Maja sighed.

"Maja, sweetie, I give you my word. I want to clean you up every night. The thought of you waiting for me with Maurice's black babyjuice inside you. Well, it's just so exciting. So wonderful. I promise that drinking with colleagues is such a pale second best it's almost invisible."

"That's not what I mean, Gavin. I know you want to clean me up. You are the best cuckold, just like Maurice is the best bull. That's not it at all. The issue is my catholic faith and the fact that I'm on the pill. I should be unprotected. It's not fair on you, it's not fair on Maurice, and it's not fair on God."

"Oh, so you're ready to get pregnant? I can raise a baby?"

"I think so. I mean, Maurice is so good. It's perfect. We're here in France, a catholic country. And Maurice is a catholic man and I'm a catholic woman. It's just so right that he should get me pregnant and you should raise his baby."

"Yes, yes. That would be magnificent."

Gavin was excited at the thought of his beautiful wife with another man's baby growing in her womb. A baby that would identify him as a cuckold as soon as people met them. It was the Disney dream. Well, probably. He's never actually seen a Disney film but they all had princesses and princes. So presumably that's what they were about.

"But I just don't know if I'm ready yet. I mean, I'm only 23. It's a bit young, isn't it?"

Gavin took advantage of the various training courses he had been forced to attend as he prepared to answer Maja. Yes, he wanted Maja to cuckold him and get pregnant with the baby of a much larger, black man from across the ocean. On the other hand, pushing someone too fast was never the right approach. If he pushed Maja towards this to satisfy his own personal desire to parent a baby he hadn't fathered then Maja might never forgive him. And he would never forgive himself.

So, he took care to remain supportive while allowing Maja the time she needed to make up her mind.

"Love, this was the first meeting with Maurice. He's definitely magnificent and with support like his we'll be integrated into French society in no time. But you don't have to rush any decisions. He mentioned his friend Noud would be here soon. Maybe we can meet with him, too. And maybe you'll want to cuckold me with him, too. There's no rush."

Maja let Gavin's word settle her. But inside, she was troubled and wanted to be able to tell her new priest that she'd stopped the pill and was open to impregnation. And as he was a French priest, and was doubtless happy with the local cinq à sept tradition, she wouldn't need to mention that. After all, she didn't mention that she was a woman, either. Some things just are.

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Maurice was happy with the new routine. He was fond of Maja as she was small and young, in contrast to the middle aged women he'd spent time with across the Caribbean. But he was also happy when Noud arrived. He could impress Noud with the young couple. And, while he couldn't really admit it to himself, he welcomed the thought of help from Noud.

Maja was demanding. That first session had really been a calibration event. Now she knew what to expect and she had him working hard for his orgasm. Admittedly she worked hard for her own, too. But she got at least two to his one. He'd even skipped a couple of gym sessions because she'd extracted too much cardio from him, along with his sperm.

In contrast, he was glad they'd got tested together, so he could fill her with his DNA. He knew she was on the pill. But there was something special about going skin to skin with her. And, he was always impressed at Gavin's unending enthusiasm for consuming the seed he ejaculated into the lovely Mme -- or Mrs -- Levan.

Maurice wondered what it would be like to live as someone like Gavin. Gavin was obviously very happy with his lot. He had a great job, a beautiful young wife, and seemed to flourish as a cuckold. Maurice was delighted that cuckolds existed, after all, bulls like him needed them. He just couldn't understand what they got out of it. A mouthful of secondhand cum. That's what.

So, six weeks after that first Sunday afternoon, Maurice found himself and Noud standing naked next to each other in the Levans' bedroom. Maja was already recumbent on the bed, rubbing one out as her husband dutifully sucked Maurice and Noud to erection.

The sparse blonde hairs surrounding her slit seemed to shine. Her lubrication glistened in the sunlight streaming in through the glass of the French doors to the juliette balcony.

Maurice was impressed. Maybe Maja was special. No. Maja was definitely special. But maybe it was the middle aged wives he'd been with before that had the problem. They'd needed lots of lube from a bottle. Maja didn't seem to own any. She just rubbed herself and looked at him and gushed like the spa at Evian. Well, what he imagined it must have been like before the big machines moved in.

Maurice was also glad to see that he was longer than Noud, who he'd never seen erect before. Noud was thick though. Definitely a grower, he expanded outwards as much as he did forwards. He wondered how Maja would cope with a cock like that.

"Noud, it's your first time here. It would be rude of me to step ahead of you."

"Yes, Noud. You look wonderful. Please, I want you inside me. I want you to make me orgasm."

Maurice hadn't mentioned anything to Noud about that. He'd just explained that Maja was very sensual. He couldn't wait to see Noud's face when Maja lost complete control of her body and lay unresponsive for a couple of minutes after she came. And Maurice was confident that Noud would do a great job. Noud had a great reputation with the married women who visited the island. Some came back just to see him.

When Gavin withdrew, Maja called Noud over and her face gloried at what she saw. He was shorter than Maurice but broader, more heavily built, and she realised that he was very gifted.

"I'll do my best, Noud, but you'll have to go slow. I've never even seen a cock as thick as yours before. I've certainly never tried to take one inside me."

"Not even in porn?" He asked, genuinely amazed.

"We don't watch porn, Noud. I'm a good Polish catholic girl. I was a virgin when Gavin married me. Maurice is the only other man I've been with. And that's because the cinq à sept is an important element in French society. I'm not going to pretend that it's not incredibly enjoyable. Of course it is. But I never strayed when we were in London, no matter how tempting it was."

"Ah yes, the cinq à sept. An important piece of France's social infrastructure." Noud's voice was straight but inside he was surprised at her naïvety. Nonetheless, he wasn't going to back out now, especially after getting tested again.

So, he ran his cock up and down her tiny little slit. Then, he gently pushed in. He didn't think he'd actually made progress so pulled back and pushed forward, gently, slowly. It took time but Maja opened up for him and he could start to penetrate her.

Unlike Maurice, Noud could get everything inside. On the other hand, he had to move much more slowly and gently. He wanted to make sure that he only gave Maja the most exultant pleasure. He could see the flush in her pale skin. And her breathing confirmed her arousal. Maja was getting ready for a Fukushima event.

Noud had barely started to build a rhythm when it happened.

Maja didn't scream. She wasn't a screamer. But she did noisily exhale before shuddering and then going limp. Noud was convinced something terrible had happened. He would have gone into full panic mode if he hadn't heard Maurice's gentle and reassuring chuckle behind him.

For Maja, her senses had closed down. Her eyes were closed anyway. She knew that there was breathing but couldn't hear it and knew that there was scent but couldn't smell it. The only sense she was aware of was touch and it was overwhelming her again. Noud's generously proportioned member stretched every part of her groin in ways she had never experienced.

His movement, gentle as it was, sent thrumming resonances in all directions.

A great energy surged out from her clitoris and consumed her whole body in a flash like a dying star's final second of fusion. Once again, her extremities were overwhelmed by the hot, sharp pleasure that shot out of her clitoris at a speed no physical object could equal. Meanwhile, the flesh surrounding Noud's still hard cock delivered so much pleasure to her brain that she lost touch with her body for three minutes.

"Magnificent." An awed Gavin exclaimed quietly.

"Yes, I can see why all those wives kept flying back to visit Noud again. He really delivers." Maurice's laughter was reassuring Noud. "You'll have to keep going, Noud. She won't let you leave until you've inseminated her. Expect her to black out again when you fill her with your black babyjuice."

Noud enjoyed the rest of that first Sunday afternoon with the Levans. Getting tested so he could cum inside her had been the right choice. And he was happy to be licked clean by Gavin, who was both expert and enthusiastic.

Gavin offered the chair to Noud, when he was clean and Maurice took his place. And in this context it was a bull chair. Gavin, as the proud cuckold, was standing, naked, with his pale, thin, average length erection making clear the need for the two black bulls.

An hour later, when Gavin served them a meal that was good but definitely came from a nearby delicatessen, they discussed scheduling.

Noud was very happy to come by a few days a week. And Maurice was happy to step back. The band he fronted were recording an album and the insatiable Maja would be the death of him if he let her extract his sperm every day. He might have been able to do that when he was 18, but he was 25 now. Time was moving on and he had to pace himself or he'd join the 27 Club.

So they agreed: alternating days with Sunday off. Noud would start the very next day.

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"Have you given any more thought to letting Maurice or Noud breed you?" Gavin asked that evening in bed.

"Yes. Yes, it would be great. But I have to ask them first. They probably just expected me to be on the pill. And we've been here for almost four months now without me getting pregnant from Maurice. We have to be upfront about it and get their permission. I know God wants me off the pill but a lie of omission to Maurice and Noud would still be a lie. I have to tell them the truth."

Gavin agreed. Maja promised to ask Noud his thoughts the next day, when he turned up at 5pm.

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"So, you and Gavin both want me to get you pregnant? Or Maurice, I suppose."

"If you don't mind."

Maja hadn't taken off her polka dot dress yet. She'd greeted him fully dressed and with coffee on the table.

"I'd be delighted. I've been with many married women, you know. European and North American wives love to come to the Caribbean for some... I suppose we should call it cinq à sept action. But I've never been asked to breed one before."

"Gavin and I are desperate for me to be bred. It was the centre of our fantasy life when we were in London. When Gavin was assigned to Paris we could make it happen. Mr Brewer, Gavin's boss, made it clear how important cinq à sept was. It was the freedom we needed, so we could fulfil our dreams."

"And you're both happy with a baby that looks nothing like Gavin?"

"Happy? That's the goal. We've been talking about this one way or another since we met. We talked much more regularly when we got married three years ago. And we started to make our plans real when Mr Brewer had that chat with Gavin. If you or Maurice get me pregnant, everyone will know that I've cuckolded Gavin. And that's exactly what Gavin wants. He revels in his status as a cuckold. For me, coming here was a great relief. The permission of the French cinq à sept. It means I don't need to trouble my conscience with how I'll confess when I go to church. After all, the church is happy for the people of France to have extramarital dalliances like this or it wouldn't be a part of the social fabric."

"Uh, sure. OK." Noud was a little confused about this whole indulgence thing she was going on about. But perhaps he didn't really understand as he was technically protestant, though actually agnostic.

"Well, I'm happy to give you a lovely little black baby. You'll have to ask Maurice for his view on it. But from my perspective, you can stop taking the pill and I'll keep coming back."

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Maurice was ecstatic at the prospect of being given permission to get a married woman pregnant with his black baby. He wanted to renegotiate the schedule with Noud. But Noud was having none of it. They'd each get an equal chance.

Gavin was happiest of all. Once Maja was off the pill, he knew that every sperm Maurice or Noud put inside her could lead to pregnancy. So he took extra care in cleaning up their cocks before returning to Maja to clean her up. He reasoned that every extra second their sperm sat inside her before he licked it up was an extra chance of impregnation, of cuckold breeding.

When Gavin dreamed, he dreamed of him and Maja pushing a pram around with a black baby in it. Then, pushing a buggy -- and finally walking with a toddler that could never be mistaken for his. He would get to raise another man's baby. Everyone who saw him would know that Maja had cuckolded him. At every family event for the rest of his life, his status as a cuckold would be as clear as a freshly washed window.

Maja loved the sex. And the insemination. Before, feeling babyjuice squirting inside her had felt good physically. But now she had a whole new experience. Each spurt wasn't just physical pleasure, it was an emotional experience.

Maja started by inviting her bull to breed her.

"I want your black baby growing inside me." She'd say, like she said her prayers kneeling in church.

She kissed much more actively. And she thrust back at her bulls with her hips and clutched at them with her internal muscles. She loved the feel of them inside her and she hated the emotional loss as they slid out.

Previously, cuckolding orgasms had been like a nuclear reactor in meltdown. But going off the pill -- being fertile -- made things much more intense. A reactor meltdown is hot enough to melt seriously tough alloys. But things had changed. Her experience was an order of magnitude greater. The emotional experience supercharged the physical. Always responsive, Maja's loss of control was escalating so much that Noud was worried. He suggested she check with a doctor to make sure her blackouts weren't a serious medical issue.

They weren't. It was just a confluence of physical, emotional, and religious experiences overwhelming her. Several times, Gavin came home and disrobed, ready for his cleanup duties. He found Noud or Maurice standing guard over a limp, unresponsive body that gently leaked sperm.

Then, Maurice had to leave Paris for six weeks as his band was touring with their new album. And that meant that Noud was confident that he was the man who'd be getting Maja pregnant.

And as expected, Maja missed her next period. A home test and a doctor confirmed that she was pregnant. Noud was almost as happy as the Levan family.

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The good news about Maja's pregnancy left her with a constant, low level, emotional high. Regular cinq à sept sex could return to a level of pleasure that was gentle for her. But for any of the married women Noud and Maurice had been with before it would have been extreme. She was enjoying making love with both her bulls while she still had the opportunity.

And when she started showing she let her parents, friends, and family know. Gavin put a picture of a delightfully pregnant Maja on his desk at work.

And he still looked forward to getting home, getting naked, and cleaning Maja's natural lube and her bull's sperm. First from the bull's cock and then from Maja. He'd been refining his technique. He knew that Maja wanted something more gentle now. He took more time in the lowland hills. He didn't seek the exciting, frantic climb to the top. Instead, he took much more time and walked the gentle path to the summit.

Maja loved his gentle oral ministrations. Gavin loved being allowed to clean up her bulls' sperm. He especially enjoyed licking up Noud's sperm as it was Noud who'd got his beautiful wife pregnant.

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Maja planned parts of the baptism as the birth approached. She knew she couldn't plan everything but wanted to make sure that the important people would be available. Her parents had obviously pencilled it into their diaries. Gavin's less religious parents had done so, too. They didn't really understand what a baptism was but knew it had something to do with giving the baby a name.

Maja's biggest shock was Noud. Yes, of course, he'd be there. But, no, he didn't know what was expected of him.

"I'm not catholic, Maja. I suppose the official Dutch protestant church might claim me but really, I'm agnostic. I don't know. No strong religious convictions."

"But you're from the same island as Maurice and he's catholic."

"He's French, Maja. I'm Dutch. The island is split between France and the Kingdom of the Netherlands. And the Netherlands is fairly protestant. Didn't you know that?"

She didn't say anything. All she could think about was whether she'd need to make confession for having a non-catholic father her baby.

"Is this a problem?" Noud asked.

He was concerned -- and not just for himself. He thought of religious services as a kind of concert or stand up comedy show. There was singing, a sermon. And, he supposed, incense in a catholic church. But Maja seemed to take it much more seriously than he'd ever considered.

"But I'm catholic and I thought that the father of my baby would be catholic, too." She was almost crying.

"I'm sure it's fine." Noud responded, dredging the history he'd thought would be useless, from his memory. "You know that European catholic and protestant royals married each other all the time in the olden days. Johan III of Sweden married the Polish princess Catherina Jagellonica, I think. And I think it turned out OK. Well, there might have been some murder on his route to the throne but he became king with his catholic wife."

The call of precedent calmed her down. But Maja promised herself that she'd go to confession tomorrow and ask her priest for absolution.

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"I had the strangest case of confession earlier today," the priest informed his bishop. "And I want to be sure that I acted properly. May I describe the nub of the issue without the specifics?"

The bishop consented and the priest explained the story. A woman believed that there was a special indulgence for extramarital sex between 5pm and 7pm but only in France. And her concern was that the lover who had impregnated her was protestant and not catholic."

"What a peculiar misunderstanding of church law and practice." The bishop commented.

"Indeed. I didn't fully understand her. Her command of French was limited and her accent was appalling. But she was clearly confused, so I assured her that God loves her. I thought that she would probably be upset to be sent on her way without a penance. I ordered her to come to church every day for the next month and say 25 Hail Marys and 25 Our Fathers. I thought the contemplation would be good for her."

"I'm sure it will." The bishop replied. "Did you ask why she thought extramarital sex was permitted in the late afternoon?"

"No. She seemed distraught. And I wanted to help her contemplate and find a better future. Quizzing her about the misunderstanding felt like it could be bullying and get in the way."

"Let us hope that she does her own research, then." The bishop said as he dismissed the young priest.

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"I am glad you made a confession." Her father said.

"And I am glad you were absolved." Her mother continued.

"Thank you," was all Maya said as she held her very pregnant belly.

"And this Noud person will come to the baptism?" Her father asked.

"Yes. He promised he'll be there. It should be you, Gavin's parents, Noud, and Gavin will invite his boss, Mr Brewer from work."

And that's how it was. Four months later, Gavin's parents took the Eurostar to Paris and Mr Brewer used the company jet. Mr Brewer was slightly surprised at how little the baby girl looked like Gavin Levan. But he was a good manager and knew how to get the best from his staff.

He didn't say anything more than the pleasantries you'd expect at a service. But he made plans for young Mr Levan. He'd be going places. The bank needed people willing to embed themselves in the local culture and Gavin had clearly taken the people of Paris to heart and to hearth.

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"Welcome back, Gavin." Mr Brewer was using first names now. Gavin felt this was good. "We should have a conversation about your next career move within the bank."

Gavin was delighted. The bank didn't make sideways moves for anyone at his level. It was up or out. So this was a step forward.

"Why don't you join me in my office."

The office was massive, with plush carpeting and a table with just two chairs at it. As they sat down, a bone china tea service arrived. The tea was exquisite.

"We're looking to boost our presence in East Africa. It's quite a change from Paris and London. But the growth opportunities are huge and you demonstrated yourself in Paris. Not just banking skills, you integrated well with the local community. So, how do you feel about a move to Nairobi? I checked -- by the way -- and there is a significant catholic church there, so your wife could actively practise her faith."

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"He's right. I checked and there's a huge cathedral and almost 3 million catholics in the archdiocese."

"Good, the baby and I can go to church every Sunday, if not more often."

They looked at each other. They could each feel the desire in the other. Gavin could sense Maja's desire to be bred again -- to feel another baby growing in her womb. And she could sense Gavin's desire to see her orgasming on another man's cock then slowly lick the sperm from her unprotected pussy. They both spoke at once.

"I'm sure you're right."

"Good," Maja continued. "I'd like another baby and knowing that Kenya has an equivalent blanket dispensation along the lines of the French cinq à sept is great. Do you know when it is?"

Gavin hadn't even thought about cinq à sept. He was glad that Maja had done whatever research she needed. As long as she was confident that she could cuckold him without endangering her immortal soul, Gavin was an incredibly happy man.

"I'm not sure of the specific time. I hope it's a little later, though. With a young baby, 5pm until 7pm is likely to be quite busy. 8pm until 10pm might be better."

"That makes sense. I'm sure you'll learn the precise time when we arrive there. The important thing is to research the apps we should use to contact a reliable bull."

"Yes, a reliable bull. Or bulls. I wouldn't want to demand more from any individual than they are willing to give," she said with a glint in her eye.