I mumbled words of thanks but right them I was having feeling twinges of
jealousy. As I was starting to feel sorry for myself I looked at Becky and
saw that Fred's sperm had leaked down her thighs. Becky realized what I
was looking at and blushed. Over dinner we bared our souls to each other
and talked about whether we should "put the Ginnie back in the bottle" or
go forward.
Tearfully Becky said I don't care what color they are. They will be
from my loins and I will love them as only a mother can. I want you to be
my husband for now and forever. That hasn't changed, nor will it.
There was silence I began to put my feeling and thoughts together. I
had been the one who had started the whole idea of Becky having other
lovers. Had I been foolish to think that I was man enough to deal with all
the aspects of our new arraignment? Would I say or do something that would
poison my love for Becky? On a huge leap of faith I reached across the
table and grasped her hand as I told her that I trusted her judgement and
believed her love for me would guide her in doing what was right for us.
Do you want to be with us when we have sex? Can you accept the
children?
As I write this after the fact I could tell you, the reader that I made
a
noble statement but in truth I just squeaked "yes"
Sheepishly I mumbled something about going out for a bit. Becky asked
if I was all right. I hugged her tenderly then left after telling her I
was looking forward to licking her sperm filled pussy. Before she could
say anything, the door closed behind me. No, I didn't go to a bar and get
smashed, subconsciously I wanted to get out of the way so she would fuck
Fred again. I drove out in the field behind the house and parked so that I
could see if anyone went in the house and if anyone turned on a light in
any of the back bedrooms.
Sitting up on that hill, my mind kicked around all the things we had
talked about as well as many other thoughts. I tried to tell myself that
Becky's happiness was the most important issue then I'd get selfish and
feel that my manhood had been torn from me if Fred could get her pregnant
the first time and I hadn't been able to do the job in four years. Then I
would close my eyes and see his cock as it plunged into Becky's widely
stretched pussy. I hadn't witnessed Fred's climax and seen his huge cock
pulse as his sperm was shot deep into her fertile womb but I could sure
visualize it.
A flash if headlights down by the house awoke me from my daydream.
Stretching and yawning I watched Fred go in the house. Anxiously, I
watched waiting to see a bedroom light come on. Several times I started to
head back to the house to see what was going on but each time I decided to
wait. Finally I saw a bright light in Fred's room then it was turned out
and a dim one remained. Carefully I drove back to the house without
turning the car lights on. Once there I eased into the house and up the
back stairs.