A Step in the Wrong Direction – Part 3
Introduction:
Jenny and Sarah face the consequences of their affairs
Fully awake now, she took him from her mouth, continuing with her hand while she came up to kiss him; although she didn’t shy away from swallowing cum, she didn’t want any of his seed wasting this weekend, so she pumped him slowly until his cock strained, yearning to explode in her tight cunt. The anticipation was almost excruciating; she swung her leg over his chest, grinding herself into him. He could feel her warmth on his belly as she slid back towards him, a droplet of pre-cum formed as she teased his cock with her pussy, his head parting her lips, but only slightly; he wanted to ram himself inside her, but he let her set the pace. She pushed herself up; her hands on his chest, her taught thighs supporting her weight as his cock slipped inside her. She bit her lip through her descent, feeling his every vein and ripple as he penetrated her. She stayed still for a second or two, though to Dave it felt like hours as he looked up at the siren who had seduced him onto these particular rocks.
Sarah rocked her hips; the movement was subtle, Dave barely felt it until his penis was so painfully rigid that it was almost unbearable. Her movements became more pronounced as the warmth between her legs turned to fire; the stimulation proving too much for her as wave after wave of ecstasy forged through her and she fell into Dave’s arms.
He flipped Sarah onto her back, reconnecting effortlessly into her slick pussy, she held on to his arms as he plundered her innermost sanctum. She looked into his eyes, searching for the sign that he was close, feeling him inside as the prize she yearned for rushed towards her. She saw it; his eyes widened as she wrapped her legs around him, trapping him as his cum splashed against her cervix once again. He collapsed, breathless, into her arms; she stroked his hair, her legs tight together as sperm sought egg in the darkness.
Dried and refreshed, Jenny walked back into Jake’s bedroom; he’d been busy. Handcuffs hung from the bedpost, long satin scarves were tied to the legs; Jake tested their strength and, satisfied, turned to Jenny. “They’re Mum’s.” He said, matter of factly. “She sometimes uses them with her visitors.” She nodded, not quite sure this was going in a direction she was comfortable with, he kissed her tenderly and passed her a robe; she slipped it on and followed him downstairs. They were both ravenous, and Jenny guessed that she’d need quite a bit of energy later on.
Dave and Sarah showered together; washing each other’s bodies, soaping, rinsing and touching. Water bounced off her shoulders and cascaded between her breasts as Dave washed her back. She bent forward slightly, pushing her bum into his crotch; the water rinsing the soap off her back and his erection. His hands slid around her sides, over her breasts, his fingers stimulating her areolae. Reaching between her legs, she guided him in. Despite the water, she couldn’t believe how wet she was; it felt like she’d been in a constant state of arousal since he kissed her Friday evening; he entered her, she braced herself against the wall, her cries echoing off the tiles as he filled her once more.
She turned to kiss him; their bodies squelching together as they embraced; his seed trickled down her leg and meandered its way to the plughole, unnoticed by the kissing lovers. Showered and dried, they made their way downstairs and, over a late breakfast, they decided to go shopping.
Back in the bedroom Jake’s head was between Jenny’s legs, his tongue soothing her tender, swollen pussy; her hands pulled on the scarves he’d tied to the bed frame as she writhed on the bed, revelling in the sweet pain.
Jenny was close to orgasm when he shifted his attention from her pussy to her thighs; kissing all the way down to her toes. He held her left foot by the heel and, reaching behind for the scarf, looped it around her foot, tying it off with a half bow. He did the same with her right; unable to close her legs, Jenny was defenceless against his marauding tongue.
Relaxing from her latest orgasm; she didn’t notice that he’d tied the silky scarves to her wrists until she tried to let go of them. Panic set in as he produced a bottle of lube and a familiar looking dildo. “Is that Sarah’s?” She asked.
“No.” He chuckled, “I had a few made. Dad wanted to give mum one for her birthday when he saw it; I’ve not told him it’s a cast of mine.” He dripped lube onto her labia; it radiated coolness as it dribbled down her puffy lips. Rubbing more down the shaft, he placed the dildo at her entrance and slowly worked it inside. He fucked her gently at first; letting her get used to her bonds, building her climax. Her back arched; she tested the strength of the knots as her body tensed and shuddered through her climax and he placed a pillow under her hips.
She cried out, “Yes. Yes. Yes!” As he rammed the dildo into her; pouring on more lube as her cries became more urgent and orgasms crashed through her. Cries turned to screams when, at her peak, he slid the dildo from her pussy to her ass; the lubricated rubber slipping easily into her virgin hole as she thrashed on the bed. She continued cumming as he worked the toy fully inside her, before mounting her; turning Jenny into a quivering wreck. With both holes filled; orgasms wracked her body as she revelled in the pain of her stretched rectum and his cock pounding her swollen cunt.
Jenny came again; her pussy trying to suck him in as she begged for more, pleading for him to fill her. He poured more lube onto his cock; she had a second to wonder what was wrong, surely she was wet enough, when he pulled out the dildo and withdrew his cock from her pussy. She screamed “No!” Then bit her lip, his penis driving hard into her gaping anus, pumping once, twice, three times; she tasted blood as he thrust into her, his thumb on her clit. She almost passed out as he rammed into her and emptied what felt like gallons of semen into her bowels. A river of cum gushed from her as he disconnected and she slumped back into a pool of her own sweat.
Dave settled on the sofa, Sarah curled up next to him, both in their pyjamas, her head under his arm; his hand lazily caressed the side of her breast as they watched the DVD which they’d bought. He wasn’t really paying attention to the screen; it was a poor sequel to a bad horror movie, but his interest, and his cock piqued when the teenage leads started making out.
Sarah, her hand resting on his leg; felt him shift underneath her as he tried to get comfortable. She moved her hand up to feel his hardness through his pyjama bottoms; he moved his hand down her side and under her waistband, his fingers drawing random patterns between the top of her buttocks and her lower back. By the time the film’s actor had his first feel of boob; Dave’s cock was in Sarah’s mouth as she gobbled him greedily, and his fingers sought out her clit.
The murderer, knife held aloft, snuck up behind the couple on-screen; he was similarly unnoticed by the couple on the couch. Dave, on his back, with Sarah on top, had his face full of pussy while Sarah continued her oral ministrations. His tongue explored deep inside her; the tip of his nose teasing her brown starfish. Jake had taken her anal virginity; he’d been careful, using lots of lubrication. It had also been the only time he hadn’t worn a condom with her. She hadn’t liked it; preferring his long cock to plunder her willing pussy. Dave’s attention in her anal area sent shivers up her spine; she could feel the breath from his nostrils tickling her.
Dave sensed her movements; he took a deep breath and held it as she reared up; forcing his tongue deeper into her, coating his face in her cum. The slippery tip of his nose was forced into her, only by a millimetre; but it was enough to take her over the edge as she ground herself into his face and her clitoris mashed against his tongue.
She fell forward, catching her breath; Dave reached out and stroked her lovely round bum. She looked at him and smiled. “It’s our last night of freedom daddy.” she pouted. “Shall we go to bed?” Sarah got off the couch, pulled on her pyjamas and held out her hand, Dave took it and pulled her onto his lap; she could feel his hardness as his hands disappeared under her top and squeezed her pert breasts. He kissed her neck and earlobes; she melted into his arms.
Holding hands, Sarah led him up the stairs and into her bedroom; leaving the door open as she turned around and kissed him. She pushed down his pants; following them down until her face was level with his hard cock. She took him in her mouth; running her tongue around his head as he stroked her hair. Standing; she backed up to the wall. He hooked his thumbs into her pants, pushing them slowly over her hips as he kissed his way down her neck, chest and stomach; extending his tongue to taste her sweet nectar again. He came back up; her arms tight around her neck as he grasped her bum and lifted her, then lowered her slowly onto his waiting cock.
She closed her eyes as he slipped inside her; her breasts against his chest and her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her against the wall. She looked towards the open door, expecting someone to be watching; wanting someone to be watching. Pressing her head against the wall, she tilted her hips to meet his thrusts; feeling it through her head, shoulders and chest as her thighs tightened around him, willing him to fuck her harder.
He carried her to the bed; laying Sarah on her back, he lifted her ankles to his shoulders. She reached back and, grabbing a pillow, placed it under her bum. His pace was excruciatingly slow; pulling almost all the way out, then plunging back into her. She could feel him throbbing within her as his heartbeat transmitted to her through his veins. Her vaginal muscles gripped and rippled around his member, urging him to go faster
He obliged, but not by much. Picking up speed; it was still too slow for her, but she could feel her climax building as the fire in her loins ignited. He kissed her ankles; sending shivers all the way to her pussy, still she urged him on, begging him to cum inside her. His pace increased; the fire now a raging inferno, he could feel her thighs thrumming against his chest. She cried out his name; knowing that he was close, but he pulled out suddenly. Kneeling between her outstretched legs, he thrust his fingers inside her and sucked her engorged clit into his mouth. Her feet drummed on his back as he flicked her with his tongue and she screamed hoarsely as the orgasm washed through her.
She was almost over the other side when he straightened up, thrusting his hard cock back inside her sopping cunt. She came again; her pussy milked his invading tool as she felt him spurt inside her unprotected womb, staying within her as his heart rate returned to normal. Collapsing beside her; she placed her head on his chest and held him as they drifted off to sleep.
Jenny, released from her bonds, stood on legs barely strong enough to hold her. Stumbling to the bathroom, she sat down heavily on the toilet causing the cistern to rattle; sighing as Jake’s essence poured from her aching anus and dripped from her well used pussy. Jake had fucked her ragged; despite being relatively fit for a thirty seven year old, her leg muscles ached. She couldn’t wait to get back in bed now that he was sleeping; after two nights of almost non-stop sex, she needed a rest. As she slipped back under the covers, sleep came easily.
Waking on her front; Jenny felt a tickling sensation between her legs. She was still half asleep, but humped back at the object busily vibrating against her mons. Attempting to reach down and brush it away, she heard the sound of metal chains against wood and a dull pain in her wrist. Shock wakened her fully; she took a second to register that the handcuffs were no longer dangling from the bedpost and a pillow lay under her stomach.
Coolness dripped between her bum cheeks and slipped towards her pussy; coating the head of the vibrator which entered her stretched vagina without resistance. She pulled her knees up, offering herself to him; groaning as he worked the toy into her. Begging for him to fuck her, pleading to be filled with his gorgeous, long cock; he obliged, discarding the vibe and sliding his tool into her wanton sex.
She didn’t hear the click of the camera; didn’t notice the figures in the doorway watching their son as she urged him to cum in her; to fill her adulterous married cunt with his virile seed. Oblivious to her audience; she threw her head back and screamed Jake’s name as he emptied himself deep within her slick pussy.
Jenny slumped forwards, her face buried in the pillow as Jake stepped off the bed. She heard quiet voices, so she turned her head; expecting to see one of Jake’s friends, come to take advantage of the horny, naked chick handcuffed to the bed, instead she saw Jake’s mother.
Shocked; Jenny tried her best to hide her face, but Nicole had already seen her, and she wasn’t surprised. “Don’t worry honey.” She said. “You’re not the first he’s seduced with that lovely long cock; you are the first he’s knocked up though.”
“But I’m not…”
“She’s usually right about these things.” Brian spoke from the doorway. “You might have been careful here and at home; but you weren’t so careful at the gym.”
“How do you know about the…?”
“I got in as Dad’s guest.” Jake returned from the bathroom and pulled on a pair of pants. “I think you denied him a chance to clean you up too.”
“So you were all in on this?” Jenny asked aghast. “What about Sarah? I thought you loved her?”
“I did,” Jake said, “But sex with you was more exciting, and I had a better chance of breeding you; Sarah’s too careful.”
“He takes after his father.” Nicole beamed. Jake unlocked the handcuffs; Jenny put her head in her hands and wept. Nicole put her arm around Jenny’s naked shoulders. “After you’ve seen the size of that thing, it’s inevitable that you’ll want to try it out once; but it’s never enough!”
“We had to move house the when the mother of Jake’s last girlfriend became obsessed with him.” Brian said, looking at his camera; he nodded and passed it to Nicole.
“That’s the one.” She said to Brian; she turned the screen to Jenny, it showed a picture of her on her knees with her head thrown back, Jake ramming his cock into her sloppy pussy. “We’ve learned since. Just think of this as insurance; at least until the baby is born.”
“But I’m not pregnant.” Jenny said between sobs. “I can’t be. I was so careful!”
“Trust me.” Nicole said. “In around eight months, you’ll need to think of a damned good excuse. Maybe use the time to prepare Dave; get him used to the idea of being a cuckold. Get him turned on at the thought of this not being his baby. It’ll be quite obvious it’s not his when he sees it.”
“His wife and daughter.” Brian mused. “Knocked up by the same young lad.”
“Not Sarah!” Jenny’s eyes were wide with panic. “You can’t do this to my daughter.”
“She’ll let her guard down soon enough.” Nicole said. “Then you’ll have two lovely mixed race babies to look after.” Nicole patted Jenny on the shoulder then left the room, taking Brian with her. Jenny dressed in silence, tears slid down her cheeks as she wondered what she should tell Dave, and how she could warn Sarah.
Sarah woke with a smile on her face; she looked at the clock, it would be another three hours until her mum was due home, and she wanted to use the time wisely. Although she was sure that Dave’s sperm had certainly done its job, she was hungry for more. There was something about making love to him that she didn’t get from Jake, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. She felt a deeper connection with Dave when they fucked, and she didn’t want it to stop after this weekend.
On her back, with her eyes closed, she absently stroked her mons; lost in her own little world until she felt breath on her vulva and her lips were parted by Dave’s tongue. He tasted her sweetness; lapping up her juices until she came, panting and cursing. Dave climbed up her body, his face glistening with her wetness as she kissed him. Sarah’s warmth enveloped him as she welcomed his rigid cock within her once more. Coupled, they moved together fluidly until her breathing became urgent and she pleaded to be fucked. He rose; lifting her legs, she brought her knees to her chest as he plunged deep inside her. Her cunt, slick, begging to be filled, muscles rippling over his cock as she cried out, cumming again as he ejaculated inside her.
Exhausted, they lay together in each other’s arms; their breathing synchronised as their lust evaporated. Sarah kissed him and got off the bed. “We’d better clean up before mum comes home.” She said. “I’ll need to wash these sheets; they stink of sex.” Dave inhaled.
“They smell of us.” Dave grinned. He grabbed his stepdaughter by the waist and pulled her onto the bed. “Better make it worthwhile then.” She crawled into the centre of the bed, offering herself to him as he took hold of her waist and impaled her. With her face in the pillows, she grunted and screamed as he filled her womb forcefully.
With the sheets in the washer, they tidied the rest of the house; all signs of their affair were squirreled away or disposed of. The last thing to clean was themselves, which they did together in the shower; the evidence of their debauchery rinsed down the drain as Sarah’s echoed cries faded and they kissed as secret lovers for the last time this weekend.
As the sheets were pulled from the tumble dryer, Jenny’s key turned the lock and the door opened. Although she’d had a shower, Jenny still looked dishevelled; she had wanted to get out of Jake’s house as soon as she could. The euphoria of the weekend had come crashing down, leaving her empty. She dropped her bag by the washer and hugged her daughter tightly. “Rough night, mum?”
“You have no idea!” Jenny sighed. “I can’t keep up with these youngsters like I used to. Have you two had fun?”
“We have, mum.” Sarah beamed. “We’ve had a lazy weekend, apart from Gio’s on Friday night. Dad treated me to dinner.”
“Lovely.” Jenny said as she unzipped the bag and stuffed the contents in the washing machine. She hoped that Sarah wouldn’t see that they were unworn, and was relieved that she was too busy folding her own sheets to notice.
They spent Sunday together; Jenny was far too tired that night for anything more strenuous than cuddling, feeling safe in Dave’s arms, she drifted off to sleep.
Tuesday came and went; Jenny’s monthly visitor failed to show. She was rarely late, but she figured that the stresses of the weekend might be a factor. She decided to wait until Friday before taking action and buying a pregnancy test; but it wasn’t until Saturday that she found herself staring at serene ladies holding their bellies on pastel blue boxes. She didn’t want to buy one; buying a pregnancy test only made it more real and she would have to face the music. She put the box down and hurried out of the store. Jenny’s period was still absent by the following Tuesday, but she was in denial, not wanting to admit that Nicole was right; that Jake’s baby grew inside her.
Seven days later, Dave awoke to the sound of retching; Jenny wasn’t in bed, he could see the soles of her feet through the bathroom door, which meant her head was facing the porcelain. Worried, Dave went to the bathroom to comfort his wife; brushing her hair to the side and rubbing her back, her shoulders heaved as she sobbed against the toilet bowl. “I’m s, s, sorry.” She stuttered as her chest hitched.
“What for, love?”
She looked him in the eye and braced herself for his reaction. “I think I’m pregnant!” He stared at her for a second, then embraced her tightly. She thought back to the day when Jake had fucked her in the gym, she must have been ovulating then; but Dave had also fucked her that evening, so there was still a chance it could be his. She looked at Dave’s face; it had lit up with the prospect of becoming a father. She couldn’t bear to burst his bubble, and in her heart she hoped it was Dave’s child she was carrying; but she knew that it was probably Jake’s, and she would have to prepare Dave for that possibility.
Jenny decided then, that she would sow the seeds; role playing when they made love, have him pretend he was someone else as he filled her pregnant pussy.
For the two weeks up to her epiphany, Jenny had avoided Jake; he still came around to see Sarah, but it seemed that their love had cooled. Their lovemaking was less frequent; although Jenny noticed the tell-take stains of unprotected sex in her daughter’s panties. It looked like Jake was going for the double, and Nicole’s prediction would come true.
When Sarah showed signs of pregnancy, a month after her mother, Jake came around more often. Jenny’s fantasies with Dave often included scenarios where he’d find her in bed after fucking Jake; if Sarah was out, sometimes these fantasies weren’t so fantastical.
Dave continued to make love to Sarah; although, with Jenny around the house more often, finding time together was increasingly difficult. Sarah’s appetite for sex seemed to grow with her belly; preferring the deep penetration she received when lying on her side as either Dave or Jake fucked her from behind.
Neither man knew that their partner was being fucked by both of them, until the fateful day that Jenny’s water broke. Dave ushered Jenny to the car, Sarah followed with the overnight bag. On the journey to hospital, Jenny sent a text; Dave assumed she’d sent it to one of her colleagues, telling them she’d gone into labour, so he was surprised when, an hour into Jenny’s labour, Jake turned up with his parents. Sarah was alone in the waiting room when Nicole sat beside her. “It won’t be long until Jake’s second little one is with us.” Nicole said as she patted Sarah’s belly. Sarah looked confused, “Oh!” Nicole said, shocked. “She must have wanted it to be a surprise. You’ll see soon enough.” Nicole joined her son and husband, who were waiting anxiously by the delivery room door.
Dave exited the room; his face drained. “Welcome to the club!” Brian slapped Dave’s shoulder; Dave fought an overwhelming urge to punch him in the face, deciding to sit next to his daughter instead.
“Is everything alright Dad?” Sarah said, putting a hand on his knee; Brian shook his son’s hand as Jake went into the room to see his new-born son.
“It’s not mine.” Dave said numbly. “That fucking boyfriend of your’s has been shagging my wife. I thought it was just role play; but she was thinking of fucking him while I was fucking her!”
“And you were thinking of me while you were doing mum.” Sarah squeezed his hand. He looked at her and smiled. “Don’t worry.” She said, “Nicole thinks that this one’s his too.” She rubbed her belly.
“Isn’t it?” Dave said; there was hope in his eyes.
“I’m a month further gone than they think.” She said. “I knew that Jake was trying to get me pregnant; he seemed to know when I’d be on my period before I did. It looks like he’d been too preoccupied with getting mum knocked up, that he didn’t notice I’d missed one. I only took him bare when I knew I was safe, and after I knew I was pregnant.”
“So it’s…”
“Shh!” She held her finger to her lips as Nicole approached. “I’m not telling. At least not yet.” She winked at Dave as Nicole sat down next to her.
“Are you not going to see your new brother?” Nicole said to Sarah. “You’ll be able to see how gorgeous your’s will be.” Sarah squeezed her dad’s thigh as he helped her up; she looked back at him as she crossed the waiting area to the delivery room.
Dave watched her until she disappeared into the room, mouthing “Keep calm!” from the doorway before she disappeared into the room. Nicole’s face was full of pride and smugness; he wanted to slap her, hard, but he needed to stay strong for Sarah. He knew the hurt of Jenny’s betrayal had stung him; but there was hope that the schemes of this poisoned family had been thwarted. Admittedly, he’d done things to his stepdaughter that no parent should, in order to ruin a plan he never knew existed; but at least there was hope.
“Well.” Nicole said. “What do you think of your naughty little wife now?” Dave looked at his feet and shook his head; he knew how she wanted to play this. She wanted him to be a good little cuckold to her son’s child, or children; he raised his head and smiled at Nicole. She saw something in his eyes and backed away a little; not sure if she should push any further, Nicole got up and scurried to her husband. She spoke in Brian’s ear, he called to Jake, and they left the hospital by the fire escape, not wanting to go past Dave in the waiting room.
Sarah’s head appeared in the doorway, first looking towards the swinging exit door, then to her stepfather, who was grinning. “I think Nicole saw a spider!” Dave laughed.
“Dad!” Sarah scolded, “What did you do?”
“Nothing, love.” He laughed. “Honest.” He put up his hand in a cub-scout salute. “Right then.” He said, getting up from the chair, “Let’s have a closer look at this sprog.” He walked into the delivery room, kissed Sarah on the forehead and looked at the dishevelled form of his sobbing wife. The baby lay in a cot next to the wall, fussed over by a nurse; Dave walked over and looked in, the kid was definitely not his. The nurse looked at him with a sympathetic smile; he smiled back and went to his wife’s side.
“I’m sorry.” Jenny sobbed. “It was just a fling. It was so exciting, I couldn’t help myself. I just…” She broke down in floods of tears, Dave placed a hand on her back and moved it in slow circles, placating her.
“Well it’s done now.” He said calmly. “If Sarah is okay with Jake still being in our lives; he is still her boyfriend after all, I think.”
“For the time being.” Sarah said dryly, “At least until this one appears.”
“And it is his child.” Dave said, “So he’ll have to take some responsibility for it; although I doubt Nicole will see it that way. Smug bitch!”
Jake visited Jenny in at home only once when Dave and Sarah were out; she told him that she wasn’t interested in their affair anymore; to carry on any longer would be foolish, especially if the child that Sarah carried was also his.
Sarah stopped visiting Jake at his home; Nicole’s gloating made her ill and she couldn’t wait until that smug smile was wiped off her face. “My son, breeding with mother and daughter. Dave will have to get used to cleaning Jake’s sperm from both of you now, in the vain hope that Jake won’t knock you up again!” Sarah walked out, and she didn’t look back.
Jake tried his best with Sarah, but she didn’t trust him anymore; his visits with her were brief, and he always remained fully clothed, his cock staying firmly in his trousers despite his best efforts. It was probably for the best though; If she’d let him get close enough, several times during that month he might have tasted Dave’s sperm inside her freshly fucked cunt.
Despite her infidelity, Dave was still very much in love with Jenny; he could see how hard it was for her to be around Jake, especially now his demeanour had changed. He tried to treat Dave the way his mother and her regular studs did with Brian; but in his arrogance, Jake hadn’t noticed that the family was turning against him.
It started with Jenny’s homecoming; Jake, Brian and Nicole were waiting at Dave’s front door with blue balloons and a bunch of flowers. As soon as they were in the house, Nicole started ordering Dave around, getting him to make cups of tea and prepare food for them; he would have gladly done this for guests anyway, but Nicole’s attitude towards him was quickly grating on Dave’s nerves. He noticed that Brian didn’t say a word throughout the ordeal; he just sat there smiling”
When Jake came to visit them on his own, he attempted to boss Dave around, but quickly found out that, even though Dave may have been cuckolded by him, Jake was by no means in charge. Although Dave never directly threatened him, Jake felt uneasy around him; scurrying upstairs to the sanctuary of Sarah’s room at the earliest opportunity.
The safe haven of Sarah’s room had lost its appeal to Jake now that she wasn’t putting out. She was a stronger woman than her mother, and he often found he ended up doing her bidding, rather than she his; the foot rubs seemed to be endless.
Just when Jake thought he had to endure another month of pampering his pregnant girlfriend, she shouted for her father from the bathroom. Sarah had capitulated, and instead of sending Jake home with blue balls, she’d given him a hand job; he hadn’t lasted long, covering them both with sticky cum in less than a minute. Now, alone in the shower, she had felt her first contraction. Jake was hurt that she’d called for Dave instead of him, and it hurt even more when he emerged from Sarah’s bedroom and saw her, bare, milk filled breasts jiggling above Dave’s head as he kissed her naked belly. Slapping her bum gently, Dave told Sarah to get dressed; it was time to bring another child into the family circus.
As the contractions got closer, Sarah was taken in to the delivery room; Jake followed, although Sarah wanted Dave to be in with her, Jake insisted that he was the father and he should be the one to hold her hand. Dave hoped she might break a few of his fingers. As Dave sat down next to Jenny, the sound of Nicole’s voice scythed down the corridor to the waiting room. “I need to see my son!” She shrieked at the nurse on reception. “My second grandchild is on the way.”
Dave braced himself for the onslaught of verbal jabs and sneers that Nicole was so fond of. Her put-downs were repetitive and tedious; like she’d read the chapter of the Cuckoldresses Handbook which dealt with humiliating the cuckold, and committed it to heart. To Dave, it was all like water off duck’s back; he stopped paying attention to her as soon as she sat down, although she was so self-absorbed that she didn’t notice.
As Nicole prattled on, there was a scream from the delivery room and, seconds later, the cry of a new-born baby. It was music to Dave’s ears; not only had Nicole stopped speaking at him, but she had left in the direction of the scream looking somewhat worried. As she neared the room, Nicole was almost flattened by her son as he barged out; tears streamed down his face as he held his hand awkwardly, sitting down as far away as he could from Dave and Jenny. “Good girl.” Dave thought as Nicole made her way into the room.
“Oh, my beautiful grandchild!” Nicole proclaimed as she shouldered a nurse out of her way. ” Oh my gorgeous little… Let me see him!” There was a wail, and a thud. Dave got up to see what the commotion was; Jenny followed in his wake, holding her son. Brian sat next to Jake, who was still nursing his hand.
In the room, Sarah sat in the middle of the bed, a huge grin lit up a face which was shiny with perspiration; hair stuck to her forehead and lay damply on her shoulders. In her arms was a baby girl with a fair complexion and the tiniest wisp of blonde hair like her mother’s. Dave stepped over Nicole, kissed his daughter on the head and his stepdaughter on the lips. Jenny stood, unable to comprehend what was happening, but when Dave waved her over to the bed, she came readily. “I don’t think it’s Jake’s.” Sarah told her mother.
“How?” Jenny said, “Who’s is it?”
“I’m not sure I can say?” Sarah replied.
“Was it a gang bang?” Jenny asked. “Is that why? There were so many, you lost count?” Sarah knew this was a conversation for another place and another day; maybe when the kids had grown up, left home and were thinking of which retirement home to put their parents in, that would be a good time.
Nicole groaned on the floor. Dave felt the urge to back heel her, but thought better of it; he had a feeling that the nurse she’d elbowed may have already done that. Besides, he’d already dealt a blow to her ego that no physical abuse could do. “Is there any chance you could take out the trash?” he asked the nurse.
“I’ll see what I can do sir.” She grinned back at him. The nurse went to the door and summoned a porter who arrived with a wheelchair. Dave and the porter lifted Nicole into the chair and she was whisked away to a recovery room. Dave waved from the door as Brian and Jake hurried after the stricken harridan.
Surprisingly enough, neither Nicole, Jake nor Brian were there to greet them on their return home; they never graced Dave’s doorstep again, much to Dave’s delight. The news on the grapevine was that they had skipped town; the house certainly looked empty as Sarah and Dave cruised slowly past.
Jenny remained curious about the father of her daughter’s baby; there was something about the child that was vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. The timeline didn’t fit with what Sarah had told her. On returning to work, Jenny found that one of the bridesmaids from the bachelorette party had given birth the same week as Sarah. Apparently, they’d taken a male stripper back to the hotel, and four of them had fucked him in a Russian roulette style game; fucking them in turn until he blew his load inside one of them. The cogs turned in Jenny’s head, she thought aloud, “If she gave birth just after Sarah, she must have conceived the weekend I spent at Jake’s; which is when she here with… No!”
She confronted Sarah about what she had deduced, but Sarah denied it; claiming that she’d been to a party on Saturday night and one of Jake’s friends must have knocked her up. Jenny was in no position to argue, so she left it. As the years wore on, and Sarah’s daughter grew in to her looks, Jenny swore she could see Dave’s features in her face. After what she’d put Dave through, she couldn’t really blame him, and he was such a good father to all of her children.
