Things continued like this for some time without an ounce of trouble, and as things progressed I have to say I began to have a bit of an uneasy feeling in the back of my mind. It was a sort of queasiness, I guess, like some kind of notion that I was being watched, and my actions monitored... Still, though, I didn't have any direct reason to suspect that Danny knew about my unfaithfulness, and for the time being I felt as though my wisest course of action would be to go on as usual as though nothing was amiss.
One morning I waited for my husband to leave for work, and then gave it a bit of time before heading out for the day, as though I was afraid he might come back suddenly and catch me getting ready to go and meet Daryl. Then, when things seemed clear, I drove off to meet Daryl at a restaurant, talking to him a bit about my fears and suspicions, but him managing to pacify me by plying my lips with kisses, and the anxiety melting gradually from my brain. Soon, I was driving him back to the house with me, my arousal intense and my need for him after having harbored my secret fears.
The two of us burst through the front door of the house unable to contain ourselves, wrapped up in one another's arms and making out like fucking newlyweds. Already I could feel the bulge of his erection jousting up against me through the fabric of his jeans, indicating his lust for me, and it occurred to me in that moment that I might never in my life get tired of this...
We stumbled around through the living room, and though I noticed an empty wine glass sitting on the coffee table that I couldn't recall having left there, I was too swept up with desire for Daryl to pay it all that much thought as the room spun around my head. He peeled out of his shirt right there on the spot, unveiling to me his dark flesh, the broad plains of his pecs, and the agonizing rungs of his six-pack abdominals.
My pussy was so wet at the sight of him that I'm surprised I didn't have a huge fucking damp spot sloshing between my legs, and I started, wide-eyed, at the sudden grabbing of my ass with his thick, dark hand. He hoisted me up onto him, and I wrapped my legs around his waist accordingly. I made out in his arms like this as he squeezed the cheeks of my ass in his hands.
His tongue piercing into my gullet and rolling up against my own, driving me absolutely fucking wild with passion. For some time the two of us kissed like this, and at last he turned for the stairs, bolstering me by my buttocks and spiriting me away into the bedroom in as prompt a manner as possible.
When the two of us stepped into the room I felt the strangest sense, more than ever, that someone else's eyes were upon us. But the feeling scarcely lasted a minute, however, before he playfully smashed me down onto the bed before him like a fucking wrestler, and I caught myself giggling ridiculously as I jiggled up and down on top of the mattress.
He proceeded to undress me from there, wasting no time in peeling me out of my blouse and then cupping my titties in his hands. Massaging them and scraping them across my chest in his grip, and causing them to burn with sensation. He allowed his fingers to go dribbling down along my abdomen, and then unbuttoned and unzipped my skintight jeans. He wriggled my ass out of the things and then yanked them clean from my legs altogether, pulling so hard that I practically came fucking flying from off of the mattress, and had to hook my fingers into the bedspread giggling in order to stop myself.
He slowly peeled away the straps of my bra and removed my titties from their cups, taking a moment to put his lips onto them and kiss them like a newborn suckling on its mother. I moaned, my body burning for this fucking man, and he rolled his tongue down along my anatomy. His fingers slipped up beneath the tight, lacy fabric of my flowery pink panties, and he slipped these down from me as well, sliding them from my ass to my thighs and down to around my ankles, then tossing them from the bed altogether.
I braced myself, biting my lower lip in preparation. Knowing full well what I was about to experience after having had it take place so many, many times before. He dipped his head down between my knees as though in prayer, and all the air was suddenly pushed out of me in a hard, wheezing gasp as he touched down. He kissed my pussy passionately, planting his lips on those of my twat, working up the tight pink flesh of my gash with his mouth and causing me to squirm across the bedspread almost immediately.
He penetrated me with his tongue, slicing up into me and rolling around inside in agonizing, dreadful circles, melting through every moist nook and dank crevice with levels of skill that verged on immaculate. His oral abilities astonishing, and the sensations that coursed through my veins as he ate me like a motherfucking drug of some kind. He continued to devour my cunt in this manner for some time, smothering himself between my thighs against the loose pink folds.
The glory of his efforts causing my knees to close in around his beautiful, bobbing skull. His tongue came piercing and sloshing and rolling and penetrating into my deepest, wettest depths, and I had to cling for dear life onto the sheets with my balled fists in order to avoid screaming out at the top of my lungs. Then, however, I felt his tongue come squashing up against the throbbing pink nub of my clitoris.
Activating a frenzy of sensations in my cunt unlike any I could have foreseen, and setting me clean over the edge of what I could bear. In spite of my efforts to resist doing so I completely lost my shit at this, screaming at the top of my lungs as orgasm coursed through me, “Oh, oh, oh, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”
I thought it must have been some sort of climactic hallucination that made me feel as though I heard faint breathing coming from the direction of the closet as I soared through the roof of climax, but as the last few pangs of aftershock came rippling through me, I managed to put it out of my mind simply enough.
When at last I'd calmed the fuck down, my tits heaving wildly and my nostrils flaring as I struggled to catch my breath. Daryl slowly pulled his beautiful skull out from my pussy, licking his lips, and rising back up to his full height at the foot of the bed.
The anticipation was fucking unbearable as he slowly reached up for the fly of his jeans, unbuttoning himself and unzipping the fly. Pulling the denim down from his body, unveiling the sight of his throbbing, bouncing, agonizing large shlong. My pussy throbbed with desire for him in that moment, and I savored the heat of his body descending upon me like a blanket as he crawled up on top of me.
I reached down, and squeezed his wang passionately, savoring the heat of its shaft against my fingertips, and loving the motion as the skin came dissolving through my grip like liquid, pushing and pulling and tugging like wild. Much to my gratification, I could feel him growing a couple of inches even further as I continued to work that veiny penis, and he moaned with delight as he popped all the way up to his full and extended length.
And then, as I waited with bated, agonized breath, he mounted me. The engorged chocolate kiss of his tip came piercing through the wet lips of my pussy, and then he pushed inside me like a fucking knife. Rolling into my body like a train pulling into a station. Inch by inch by fucking agonizing inch of that beautiful wang came splitting up my center like mad, and I moaned, my spine arching, as he at last touched down inside me, the tip of his cock throbbing up around the innermost reaches of my body.
I waited for some time with squinted eyes as he waited there, holding steady, and allowing the anticipation to grow deadly. Then he pulled slowly back out of me, building up a suction that was close to unbearable, and came smashing back down at an unbearable speed. Blasting me into next week with the force of his thrust, and causing me to scream out at the top of my lungs.
He then seized hold of my legs, pushing my ankles up over my head so as to allow for maximum penetration, and tore into me like a motherfucker. He pushed and blasted and pummeled my cunt with a fury that was relentless. Smacking my wet pussy like a jackhammer, again and again and again and again, grinding and thrusting and fucking my delicate pink pussy.
Then, with one final, devastating blow he hurled himself into me, ripping me apart to my fucking core, and nearly making me go cross-eyed with the brutalizing force. He grunted and I moaned as he pulsed
to fruition inside me, pulse after pulse after pulse of his molten hot sperm being splashed across my insides. Coating every inch and every nook of my pussy, spilling back out of my body in his abundance, and setting me flailing over the edge with orgasm.
I screamed and cringed and wailed like mad as my body burst with sheer, splendid carnal destruction, my flesh convulsing and my need for him, even as he finished cumming inside me, tantamount to insatiable. At last he pulled out of me after some considerable degree of time, and the two of us lay wrapped up in one another's arms, making out and caressing one another's sweaty, oversexed bodies.
For the life of me, I couldn't even begin to fathom how the hell I'd gone so very long without this sexpot of a man in my life...
Chapter 2
And then…I was fucking pregnant.
It had been a few weeks after that most recent encounter with Daryl, him finding himself suddenly busy with work and me, in my negligence, chalking up my missed period to an effect of the birth control I was on. Aunt Flow tended to be lighter for me on my current pill, and sometimes didn't rear her ugly head at all on certain months, and so I kind of just thought that it must have been that, and didn't really pay any more heed to it than that.
It did turn out to be an issue of birth control, of course, although it happened to be with regard to its failure rather than any sort of positive benefits. Evidently, Daryl's tremendous sperm had been so potent as to have made its way past my defenses, and here I fucking was, carrying his baby... Or was I?
At this thought, I realized with some degree of horror that I didn't know which of the two men's dicks had been the one to plant me with his seed, and that either Danny or Daryl could be the baby's true father. And oh Christ... Poor Danny... Poor, poor Danny... What the hell kind of situation had I put him in, I wondered? And how the hell was I supposed to go about telling the sweet bastard about such a perverse infidelity?
I briefly and stupidly toyed with the notion that I might not have to tell him at all, but of course that was stupid. When the baby was born I felt as though it would be pretty damn obvious if Daryl turned out to be the father instead of himself...
I didn't have a fucking clue what the hell I should do about this, I realized with horror, and though Danny didn't say a single word about it whatsoever, I was certain that he could tell quite plainly as my belly inflated and my breasts became engorged, the nipples stretching out and turning from fleshy pink to a hardened, dark color. There was just no keeping this from him for any longer, if I wanted to have any hope in hell of picking up the shattered pieces of our marriage...
I told him about it, every single fucking word of it, tears rolling down along my cheeks as I did so, and the shame I felt evident in the redness of my cheeks as I described the entire affair in painful detail. I didn't try to rationalize it one bit, either, didn't try to shoulder some of the blame onto him or make it seem as though it had anything to do with shortcomings on his part as a husband. It was all fucking me to blame.
By the time I was finished speaking, spilling my guts to Danny and looking so drained that he might have wanted a divorce based on my blubbering appearance alone, he sat staring at me with an expression of utter calm upon his face. I actually had to do a sort of double take as though to ensure I was seeing him correctly.
When his expression still did not change I started to feel just a little bit fearful. Thinking that this was some sort of calm before the storm type of deal. For all I knew, he was about to go completely postal on me and rip me a fucking new one, and in that moment I'm not sure I really would have blamed him all that much for it, either.
But still, he remained completely and unshakably serene, and when he at last spoke up, the eeriness of his voice sent chills along my spine and made me feel like dissolving into a fucking puddle.
“I know...” he said calmly.
And as the two simple syllables passed forth from his lips, my jaw just about hit the fucking floor. I wondered if I was certain that I had heard him entirely, but he continued simply, “I've been suspecting it for a long time, actually... I don't know how long it's been happening, but you started getting pretty obvious about it at some point and I had you tailed by a private eye. I found out all I needed to know and... Well... One time I even watched the two of you having sex in our bed from the closet...”
I opened my mouth, stunned, feeling like protesting at the invasion of privacy, but then realizing that I had no grounds to attack this man in any way whatsoever. If anything, I owed him a debt of gratitude for having not already booted me out onto the street on my ass at this point in the conversation, which would probably, be what I really deserved. I kept silent, though, zipping my lips, and felt my cheeks redden intensely with embarrassment and shame as the conversation continued.
“And so, here we find ourselves... In something of a pickle, I suppose you might say...” He smiled at this, even though there was nothing really funny about it, and I felt like slapping him across the cheek for it. But still, I kept my cool, and he sighed slightly and said, much to my horror, “Why don't you call Daryl over here and the three of us will discuss how we want to proceed...”
This was, mind you, the last thing that I really wanted to hear spoken to me in that moment. Like, I still hadn't gotten over the God-awful notion that Danny himself wasn't on the verge of detonation, and I half-suspected that he might just whip out a damn handgun on Daryl the moment he walked in the front door.
Much to my surprise, however, the discussion upon Daryl's arrival remained completely civil at first, and when at last it did devolve into sheer barbarism, it happened to be barbarism of a far more sexual nature than I might have imagined...
I don't even really know how the hell things deteriorated so rapidly into what they did. Like, I've run through it a million times in my mind and I'm still not totally sure what led to what, or how things got so damn perverse so very, very quickly. But whatever the case may have been, be it the eroticism of my pregnancy by one of the two men and the lack of knowledge as to who the real father happened to be, or whether it was some sort of hormonal thing as a result of the pregnancy itself that got the two men aroused by me, I promptly found myself being whisked into their two sets of arms, ravished on multiple fronts by their two eager, aroused bodies, and my own so overwhelmed by the suddenness of it that I could hardly stand it.
The two men kissed and caressed and ravished my swollen body in a manner that was mind-blowing. I found that they struggled between their almost violent desires for me and their wish to treat me with delicacy in order to maintain the precious cargo inside. We made out in a slow, agonizing, and sheer light-headed circuit.
With Danny's lips on mine, his tongue piercing back toward my windpipe and his saliva flowing readily into my open mouth. Then my lips on Daryl's, his taste notable and distinct in contrast with Danny's own. Filling me up with his own very particular set of frenzied emotion, and driving me crazy with lust. And then, astonishingly, Danny and Daryl ended up kissing one another as well.
Locking lips as though it was as natural a progression as any, and pulling their radiant bodies into one another. Their cocks bulged through the crotches of their pants and jabbed at one another in a manner that got me achingly wet for the two of them. Bowled over as I was by their apparently hidden bisexuality- I'm not even completely sure whether the two of them even knew about it, really...
And inevitably, the kissing would eventually swoop back around to me, the two men sliding their palms across my pregnant stomach as our bodies heated up, touching me with such fucking reverence that I might have been an outright goddess in their presence. I began to moan, to swoon desire for my two beasts of men, and soon the three of us were dissolving outright from our clothes. Shirts, blouse, pants, leggings, boxers, and at last my bra and panties came fluttering to the floor of Danny and I's bedroom.
The three of us naked and sweaty and with our bare flesh pressed hotly up against one another. Daryl stood behind me, massaging my should
ers and running kisses up and down along the course of my neck. All the while grinding his cock up and down between the sweaty, agonized cheeks of my ass, driving me absolutely up the fucking wall with anticipation. Danny, meanwhile, was in front of me, his own prick jabbing up against my swollen belly and his hands on my engorged nipples.
He squeezed them greedily, hardening and sensitizing them as I moaned like a fucking bitch, the air seeping from my lungs stoppered only by the placing of his lips onto mine, feeding on the exhaled carbon dioxide as though in support of his life itself.
After some time of allowing myself to be ravished in this oh so sweet fashion. I at last stepped out from between the two of them. Promptly, Daryl and Danny were back on one another. Their first experiences touching another naked man to my limited knowledge, but their apparent expertise in the matter seeming no worse off for it regardless of the fact. They made out wildly, the two potential fathers of my child lapping and licking and wrestling tongues with one another, the tips of their engorged cocks jousting together and bouncing, swaying, jiggling wildly.
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