Once we were trying to make babies, Lydia, Frank, Carl, and I continued to meet for breakfast and sex. But we stayed with our spouses rather than risk swaps, even with condoms.
Lydia and I were careful when we got together. There wasn’t any literature telling us whether a bisexual partner could get a girlfriend pregnant if a husband’s sperm was still hanging out from the night before. We didn’t want our fingers, tongues, and pussy grinding to do what the men hadn’t. We decided two days was long enough and went at it with our usual vigor. Even on Sunday morning, we delighted our husbands before we fucked them.
But as I told you, it wasn’t long before we both were missing our periods and got positive pregnancy tests. After that, we never missed a swap.
One Saturday afternoon, when both men were away, Lydia and I were lying on our sides, fingering each other’s cunts while we chatted. By then, we both knew we were having daughters. I told her about Carl’s tryst with Chloe, a married officer he’d slept with during a previous month of training. I had said it would be OK since I would be having fun with Frank and Lydia. But when he told me, I was still upset. So go the ways of jealousy.
Lydia had given the same permission to Frank when he went off to a college for a seminar. It turned out he hit it off with a student he met in the cafeteria He couldn’t believe how sexy she was. She fell for the soldier boy. He took her to his borrowed dorm room. They fucked all evening and into the night ln every way possible. Three nights in a row. Even her back door. Worse, she was too young even to buy a drink. Like me, Lydia was also upset.
On a Saturday morning when the men were again out of town, we dealt with that by sucking each other’s tits – we weren’t making milk yet – and moving into 69 position. We licked and fingered and nibbled for a good half hour. I loved how Lydia could send my whole body into spasms. When we tired of that, Lydia said, “We never celebrated our pregnancy. Why don’t we go downtown to Alfredo’s Pub?”
That evening, both wearing little cotton dresses with low necklines, we sat at a table for four in the middle of the pub. We bought iced tea at the bar. The place was crowded. Two men looking for a seat asked if they could join us.
“Sure,” Lydia said.
“I’m Joe, he’s Caleb.”
Pointing to herself and me, “Lydia and Margo.”
They were in town on business, coming from New Mexico, staying at the nearby Marriott. We told them we lived on the base.
“You’re only drinking iced tea. Tea totaling?” Joe asked.
“We’re both pregnant,” Lydia explained.
Noting our rings, Caleb asked, “Husbands away?”
“Training,” I replied.
“Wives languishing in New Mexico?” Lydia offered. They had rings, too. They both nodded.
“Can’t usually take them on business trips.”
The conversation continued for a while. They were Lakers fans. Our favorite Nicks were doing better. Neither team was playing on the screens hanging over the bar.
“How long have your men been away?” Joe asked.
“Two weeks.”
“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but don’t pregnant girls also get horny after a while?” he continued.
I looked at Lydia. It was clear where this discussion was headed. “Oh yeah,” we both answered.
“And your guys get horny when they’re away, I bet,” Joe commented.
I looked at Lydia again, “Unfortunately, yes.”
“I’m thinking you wouldn’t get knocked up if … uh … well … cuz you already are,” Caleb added with a naughty look in his eyes.
Lydia got impatient with the mating dance, and, being her usual self, took over the agenda. “Why don’t you just tell us your room number?” Not that we hadn’t wanted something like this to come about.
We let the men leave first. A few minutes later, we knocked on Caleb’s door. Joe had joined him. Both guys were holding drinks. They offered us sodas from the minibar. “Maybe later,” I answered.
Caleb was nearer to me, so I moved in close to him and started to unbutton his shirt. He leaned down for kissing, holding his drink off to one side. His spare hand found my tit. We played with our tongues for a while ’til he paused, gulped the rest of his drink, and tossed the plastic cup precisely onto the trash can 10 feet away.
“You know how to impress a girl,” I joked.
Caleb now had hands on both tits and looped his fingers over the upper edge of my little black dress. They both popped out as he dragged my dress and bra down. Admiring the view, he replied, “You definitely impress the guys.” I unclipped the bra and threw it on the floor.
He knelt on one knee and teased both nipples with his tongue. As he sucked on each side, I pondered that the occupant of my womb would be drinking there in a few months.
I looked over at Lydia. She was sucking away on Joe’s cock. Caleb pushed up the hem of my dress. He was now the third man to see that tiny red thong covering my soaking wet cunt. It wasn’t there for long. He pulled it down with both hands and probed between my pussy lips with his tongue. The dress fell over his head. He found my clit instantly. With the thong still around my ankles, I parted my knees enough to let him force two fingers into my vagina. I hung on tight to his shoulders to keep my balance as my orgasm turned my knees to jelly.
Still shaking after that was over, I managed to finish with his shirt and unzip him. My shoes came off, and the thong finished its journey to the floor. Kneeling, I dragged his pants and boxers down.
I saw Lydia and Joe, now both naked, make their way to the opposite side of the bed.
I took Caleb’s cock in my mouth and sucked for a good long time. But before he could cum, I pushed him onto the bed and climbed over him, holding the dress up around my waist. It didn’t seem to bother him that I was beginning to show.
With his cock flat against his belly, I lowered my pussy so my lips folded around it and my clit pressed against it. As I glided back and forth, I saw his swollen tip poke out each time.
It was getting to be too much. I held Caleb’s organ upright between my legs and slowly eased down. With all that had happened between me and Carl, and with Frank and Lydia, I considered whether this was wrong. Lydia was already on her knees as Joe pounded her from behind. I began to ride Caleb. Damn, it was good as I hammered my cervix. Then I thought, maybe I shouldn’t do that. But it felt too nice.
Caleb was moaning, “Oh woman. Oh woman.” Then he exploded inside me. Joe finished a few moments later in missionary position with Lydia.
We all got up and, ditching our remaining clothes, swapped partners for round two. Joe had me on my knees as the weight in my belly hung down. I had a loud orgasm first; then his cock added to the load already in my cunt.
With Joe’s contribution, I was leaking terribly. The crusty spots on Caleb’s bedding would give housekeeping something to ponder. “That was amazing, but I think we need to get going,” I said, looking at the bedside clock radio.
While we were all getting dressed, Lydia again took charge. “How is breakfast here?” she asked.
“Typical hotel buffet,” Joe replied.
“Margo and I are having breakfast at my apartment,” she continued. (We got together on Sunday mornings even with the men away.) My jaw dropped as I turned to stare at Lydia. “Maybe you guys could join us. The menu might just include some specials.” Before I could say anything, the men accepted.
“That would be awesome!” Joe said.
I figured it would probably be OK. Unlike the last Sunday, when the four of us did speaker phone sex, the men were on an exercise near San Diego that would prevent them from calling. Besides, I had told Lydia, “Carl’s lover from the last trip, you know, Chloe, will be there.” By that point, who knows how many threesomes he and Frank are having with her.
I arrived first and helped Lydia mix up some pancake batter and set the table. We cut up fruit to put it on a platter on the coffee table, along with a pot of fresh black coffee.
I answered the door when the men arrived. “Lydia’s in the kitchen frying up pancakes. Why don’t you have some fruit and coffee,” I said, pointing to the living room. The men complied. I went back to the kitchen.
After they’d had a few bites of fruit and a few sips of coffee, the men decided to check out the food prep. Caleb came up behind me and kissed my neck. What a great erotic zone for me. Then he reached around in front. “No bra,” he whispered into my ear as he massaged the front of my dress. Sliding down, he reached under the hem, feeling how wet I was. “Oh my, no panties either.” I continued opening various jars of jelly, syrup and honey, but stuck my rear end out. He fiddled with his zipper and pants, then slid is cock deep inside my wet cunt. Lydia managed to flip three more pancakes onto the serving platter while Joe fucked her in the same position. The boys pulled the tops of our dresses down and grabbed our bare tits as they took us.
But in charge as usual, Lydia eventually pulled away and turned, clamping Joe’s horizontal cock between her legs. She pulled off his T-shirt.
“Don’t you think we should eat before everything gets cold?” she said as she released his shaft. She slid her skirt off. I followed suit. While she carried the platter to the table, I retrieved the fruit from the coffee table. After clipping his pants together, Caleb retrieved the coffee urn. Joe brought miscellaneous utensils and sweets from the kitchen.
The men seemed delighted to eat breakfast with two naked ladies. “This is a first,” Joe commented. The pancakes disappeared in a hurry.
Getting impish, I dribbled honey on my nipples. Then I poured some maple syrup on a napkin and rubbed it on my pussy. I dragged Caleb into Lydia’s bedroom, flopped onto the bed, and waited for him to finish undressing and clean me up.
“We told you there were specials,” I said. He started with my boobs. It took forever to clean up the sticky honey. My tits were already fueling my orgasm by the time he finished. Then he went after the maple flavored cunt juice waiting for him down below. He spent a long time just licking my lips, so my orgasm climaxed instantly when he licked between them and fucked me deeply with his fingers. I felt that peeing feeling as I squirted onto his chin and neck.
Still shaking, I pushed him onto his back and grabbed the honey dispenser I had carried in my free hand. “Your turn,” I said as I dribbled it on his cock.
“Give me that,” Lydia commanded after I finished. She and Joe were in 69 position on the other side of the bed. I handed it to her and took Caleb’s sweetened shaft in my mouth. He lost control when the honey took forever to come off. His cum mixed with the honey flavor already there. I swallowed the first two shots and let the rest hit my shuttered eyelids as I stroked him to completion.
Caleb and I cleaned ourselves up using Lydia’s pillowcase. Then we watched the other two. She had already covered Joe’s cock with honey and was licking away. As she took him in her mouth, he flipped her on her back. We watched him dispense the honey on her pussy and rub it around with his fingers. They were sticky, of course, and he started to lick them off. But then, I guess he had a better idea. Maybe her wet cunt would clean them up inside her. The two of them rolled on their sides. He was fucking her mouth as he pulled out his fingers and buried his face between her legs. They both grunted and shook with spasms. Lydia took his entire load in her mouth. Joe didn’t stop eating her tasty cunt until her shaking stopped. They fell apart onto their backs.
Caleb and I clapped and cheered. We hadn’t just been observers. His gentle caresses had brought my nipples back up and aroused me down below. His gourd was swelling in my hand. Seeing this, Lydia leaned across to help. She took it in her mouth and sucked until he was rigid. “You better fuck her now,” she commanded.
I pulled my knees up and spread them apart. Caleb climbed between them. I watched his cock slide in easily as he threw his head back and arched his back. “Oh, yes. Oh, yes,” I exclaimed. His thrusts were slow and deep, taking his time. It felt so good. I pushed up each time. I found my clit with my fingers.
Lydia got out of the way so Joe could roll in my direction. He was still in his part of the 69 position. I turned and opened my mouth. He grabbed his limp dick, slimy with Lydia’s juices, and put it in my mouth. There was still a taste of honey mingled in. I sucked it and licked it with my tongue.
Caleb’s thrusts were getting more urgent. Joe’s cock was coming to life. Lydia took him back and climbed over him, her calf next to my face. I could see past her leg as she held it upright. Her cunt was glistening between her folds. Then everything disappeared as she lowered herself.
I signaled to Caleb that I wanted to turn over, but I stopped on my side. Ready for spooning, my expanding belly hung to the left. He reentered immediately. My fingers brought on my orgasm. His came the usual way. We groaned loudly as his seed, unable to impregnate me, filled my waiting birth canal.
Lydia was now on her knees. We smiled at each other between her grimaces as Joe pounded her. Her head jumped forward with each blow to her sex. Then she came. Next, he came. Their moans filled her bedroom.
We both ran naked into the bathroom and used washcloths to catch and control what was leaking out. Then we all went back naked to the dining room table for another coffee. “That was amazing.” “Sure was,” the men extolled.
“Incredible for us, too,” I replied. “I’ll have to try that honey trick with Carl.”
“Don’t forget the maple syrup,” Lydia chimed in.
“Wait ’til we tell them,” I added.
“You would tell them?” Joe asked, looking confused.
“We gave them permission to have some fun when they were away,” I answered.
“It was upsetting when they actually did it, but we got used to it,” Lydia added.
“Let’s clean up the dishes before we, uh, continue,” I suggested.
“Then maybe we should swap again,” Lydia, the event director, suggested.
“You guys bring the dishes out; we’ll load the dishwasher,” I instructed.
The dishes came out faster than we could rinse them and load them in. It was no surprise when Joe’s hands found my tits. His cock found its way between my thighs. I pressed them together to pleasure him as he stroked there. My pussy lips were wrapped over it, and the lubrication made this all delightful. The same thing was happening with Lydia. We put down the plates we were scraping and reached between our legs to grab those shafts. For the second time that morning, we pushed our butts out and took cocks in our pussies.
The men fucked us like that for a good long time, but then Lydia suggested, “Let’s move to the sofa.” Sitting next to each other on the edge of the seats, we opened our legs to the men. More fucking. But then Lydia said, “Wait. Let’s try something. Caleb, there’s a bottle of lube in the nightstand on the left. We’re gonna need it. Why don’t you bring it here.”
I knew where this was going. Lydia took the bottle from Caleb and rubbed some onto his dick. Then she got on her knees and, with the liquid on her fingers, lubricated her asshole. When it was our turn, Joe did the honors.
“You girls are wild,” Caleb said as he slowly pushed his way into Lydia’s rear.
I decided to switch to my back. I made my butt hole accessible. “Slowly,” I begged Joe. It’s always uncomfortable at first, but then it was nice as he drove his cock in. “Fuck me with your fingers, too. And use your thumb.” He did as I asked. “Oh yes! … So good! … Fuck yes. … OH OH OH!” A fantastic orgasm began. And as he was also about to cum, I asked him, “Cum in my pussy, Joe. I want your cum in my pussy, Joe.” He changed places, and a few seconds later, “OH Joe, Joe, Joe. … Ahhhhhh … It feels so great in there. … Keep it coming, Joe. …Oh yes! Don’t stop Joe. Don’t stop.”
As it came to a finish, I looked over at Lydia. She was on her side, draped over the armrest. Caleb, standing, held her leg up. He pounded her butt while her fingers played in her glistening cunt. Her whole body was convulsing. He let out a huge sigh with his mouth wide open. Held his cock deep in her ass as he came. Then he started stroking again as she milked him with a tight sphincter. When he pulled out, his cum ran out onto her butt cheek. She rubbed it into her vagina.
After showers with more sex, we sent the men on their way. I helped Lydia with the laundry and wiped off the leather sofa. The rest of the dishes found their way into the dishwasher. We kissed at the door with our hands between each other’s legs and parted.
We decided we wouldn’t exchange stories with the men until we were all together. They agreed. It turned out Chloe was into DP. And the second night, she brought a friend, another married officer.
“Are you kidding?” Frank exclaimed when we got to the breakfast story. He seemed pissed, but it passed. Carl just frowned. Then he fucked Lydia. Frank fucked me.
The military transferred both men to different parts of the world. We didn’t see Frank and Lydia for many years. Not until we were both empty nesters.
