A Loaded Proposal Ch. 03

Chapter Three

The next morning, after breakfast at the hotel, we were all in the car headed back to Sara and Kyle's house. It was only a 5-minute drive from the hotel we found. I found myself feeling a little nervous. I didn't know what to expect, but I had a general plan in mind, at least for today. After that, I hoped we wouldn't need one.

Lucy parked our car on the street in front of their house. As I stepped out, I saw Kyle backing his truck out of the driveway, just heading out to work for the day. I closed the passenger side door, then went around the front of the car and opened Lucy's driver side door. I leaned over and gave her a big kiss, whispering, "I love you, Honey."

I stood up and said, "Bye kids, see you at dinner," before closing the door, walking up the driveway and heading to the front door of their house. When I reached it, I hesitated. Should I knock, or just let myself in? I wondered. I compromised and decided to knock three times before opening the door, crossing the threshold and closing it behind me. Sarah was there in the living room, sitting on the couch, looking as nervous as a chihuahua watching the snow fall outside. She was wearing a light blue sundress with horizontal wavy lines with a high neckline--it was July in Oklahoma after all.

"Are you nervous? I asked, deciding not to beat around the bush.

"Yes," she said, just above a whisper.

"Are you having second thoughts? Because if you are, it's not too late to change your mind..."

She cut me off, "No!" She all but yelled, then lowered her voice. "I mean, no, I'm not having second thoughts. We're doing this," she stated confidently. She rose from the couch, walked over and gave me a big hug. "Thank you, again. I know I'll probably say this more, but this really means a lot to me, to us." She ended in a husky voice, before standing on her tiptoes to brush my lips with hers. I held her face with my hands and returned the kiss with more than a little enthusiasm.

She pulled back, looked into my eyes, and asked, "You want this too, don't you?"

"I'm excited by this opportunity," I said, trying not to sound overly enthusiastic, before I took her hand and led her upstairs.

"The guest room is on the left," she said when we got to the top. I walked her down the hall, turning into the room on the left. I turned the light on and surveyed the room. It was small, but not too small for a dresser, a full-size bed, and a small night table between the bed and the far window. The bed was covered by a decorative blanket, which I immediately pulled back and folded before setting in the corner.

"Here's what we'll do first," I began confidently. "I'm going to step out so you can undress down to your panties. You'll lay down on your front and I'll return, in my briefs, to give you a full body massage." I felt like I was missing something, then remembered. "Oh, do you have massage oil?"

"Yes," she replied. "It's in the closet outside the bathroom down the hall." She made to leave and get it.

"No, no," I stopped her with a gesture of my hand. "I'll get it while you're undressing and laying down. I'll be back in two minutes." Plenty of time for her to get ready. I left and walked back down the hall to the bathroom. I looked inside quickly, surveying the bathtub and shower, easily big enough for two adults.

I turned to the closet and opened it, scanning for a bottle of massage oil. I found three different ones: lavender, orange blossom, and vanilla. I picked up the vanilla, took a whiff, and flinched at the overpowering odor of vanilla. Then I picked up the orange blossom, smelled the nozzle and decided it wasn't too strong; more like something else with a hint of orange. I closed the door and returned to stand outside the guest room. "Are you ready in there, Sarah," I called, announcing my presence.

"Yes, Steven, I'm ready," she answered calmly.

I turned the corner and entered the room, prepared to take in the sight of her. She had pulled up an off-white sheet to almost covering her shoulders, but the pile of shucked clothing in the corner reassured me she was mostly naked underneath. As I started undressing, I reminded her, "Remember, you're to let me know if there's anything making you uncomfortable, ok Sarah?"

"I understand, but I don't think I have anything to worry about. Lucy texted me this morning, assuring me you wouldn't ever do anything to hurt me," she replied, completely confident in her safety.

I continued undressing until I was left in my tight-fitting briefs, blue today, my favorite pair. I walked over and lightly touched the top of the sheet on her shoulder. "Are you cold?" I asked, indicating the presence of the sheet.

"No, it just makes me feel comfortable. You can pull it down when you're ready," she said, almost shaking in anticipation.

"Ok. I got the orange blossom scented oil. Is that ok?" I asked, picking it up from the bedside table.

"Yes...that sounds great," she replied as I slowly pulled the sheet down, stopping at the top of her panties to leave her lower body covered. Now that her whole back was uncovered, I noticed her skin tone was similar to my wife's, if slightly paler than Lucy's tan/yellowish skin. I pumped two squirts of oil on her upper back, quickly spreading it to cover most of her shoulders as well. The scent of oranges quickly permeated the room. I began rubbing more firmly. Lucy liked it on the firm end, but I asked, "Let me know if my touch is too firm, ok, Sarah?"

"I will. It feels amazing so far, Steven," she said, almost dreamily.

"You're not gonna fall asleep on me, are you?" I said, half-jokingly.

"No. I'll let you know if it starts to look that way." With that, she gave a big sigh.

I continued to rub her shoulders, upper arms and upper back until the oil had spread evenly all over, as far as to her sides where I couldn't help but notice the swelling of her breasts. I took the bottle and applied two more squirts to her lower back, spreading it all over, to the beginning of her hips and the top of her ass that could have been Lucy's if I hadn't known better. When those areas were coated, I started rubbing her whole back. I started at the top, firmly tracing my way down her spine, then went to the sides to trace circles up the sides, making sure to cover every inch of her back. Then I would alternate, starting from the bottom, tracing up, and then circling back down. I made sure to spend a little time on the sides too, rubbing the sides of her breasts, to which she responded with an appreciate sigh. I pushed down her panties slightly to kneed her lower back, as I knew sometimes that was a point where stress could build up.

After that, I removed the sheet from her legs and covered her back. I applied the oil to her left leg, upper and lower, massaged, then repeated the process with her right leg. I didn't apply oil to her feet, but I did lightly massage them, paying attention to the backs of her ankles and the inside of the soles. When most of the extra oil had been absorbed into my hands, I covered her legs and began to massage her ass, still through her panties. I made sure to keep away from her vaginal area for now, but I couldn't help but notice the squirming I caused when I got close.

I was done with the back side of her body, but I still wanted her to feel some control over the situation. "Sarah, would it be ok if we turned you over to massage the front side?" I asked.

At first, I thought she had dozed off, because it took a few moments for her to reply, "Yes, please." I removed the sheet and lightly pushed her near hip area to help roll her to her front. As she rolled, I couldn't help but watch her upper body as her breasts first came into view. As I had predicted, they were most likely a size D-cup. It was hard to tell from her position lying down, but it seemed that they didn't droop to the sides much, if any; they stayed shapely where they were. The areolae were a lighter rosy pink than were Lucy's peachy pink, as well as a little larger in diameter. They were topped with erect nipples, pointing straight up in the air at least an inch.

Finally I looked to her face and realized she was watching me. I scanned the rest of her front but returned my attention to her gaze. As she typically had a nervous or worried expression, her calm, satisfied expression now made her much more attractive. I watched her luscious, unpainted lips as she spoke, "That look you've just given me, I can't tell you how much it means to me. I'd hoped you would care for me, that this wouldn't just be a task or a favor. I know now, you love me too, Steven. And I love you."

"But..." I began to argue.

"No, listen," she interrupted. "I know you love Lucy; that's how it should be above all. I love Kyle the same way. But now, we can love each other as well. I know that won't get in the way of our marriages, but I don't think I would want to conceive without that love being present. Does that make sense?"

I licked my lips that now felt uncomfortably dry, then nodded. "Yes, I think I understand. That's why I didn't want to place any boundaries on what could happen between us, and why I wanted to make sure you felt comfortable and safe. I do love you, Sarah," I replied before leaning down and kissing her gently on the lips.

After a few seconds, I sat back up, took the bottle of oil, and liberally squirted it all over her breasts and toned abdomen. I spread it all over evenly, then focused on each breast individually, taking care not to touch her nipples yet, but only massaging the fatty tissue surrounding the, as well as the sides and the area between her breasts and her shoulders. After that, I finished by lightly rubbing her belly, which would soon hopefully be carrying the child I would give her.

"How are you feeling right now, Sarah?" I asked. I really wanted to make sure I wasn't pushing her too quickly or making her feel uncomfortable.

"I feel perfect, Steven. You are being an absolute gentleman about all of this, and I appreciate it. Lucy assured me that you knew how to take care of a woman, how to make her feel like the only one that mattered in the world. Would you like to continue now?"

"Yes, but I feel I should give you fair warning. I don't last long once intercourse is started. If I'm in control, it only lasts a little longer. I had planned on just making the first time quick, as we will have plenty more opportunities."

"That sounds perfect; I'm more than ready already," she finished in that husky voice of hers.

In response, I backed up off of the bed, stood up, and slowly pulled my briefs down to the floor before stepping out of them. I myself was already mostly erect. She lifted her ass off of the bed so she could pull her panties down over it and her legs before kicking them to the floor. I just looked at her for another minute, for the first time completely naked. When I saw her face, I noticed she was examining me in much the same way. I whispered smoothly, "Let's make a baby, Sarah," before climbing up on the bed and on top of her. She already had her legs spread to give me room in between, which gave me my first glimpse of her uncovered pussy. The outer lips were slightly puffy, with a fine dirty blond pubic hair covering her mound. I also noticed in the light that it was glistening slightly from her arousal.

Without anything further, I leaned toward her and brought my penis up to her pussy lips. They were wet indeed, gratefully accepting my penis into her vagina. Once I was all the way in, I leaned further over her--taking care to support myself on my arms--to kiss her beautiful lips. I kissed with a passion that kind of surprised me as we got used to the feeling of me filling her up. She returned my kiss hungrily, moaning occasionally and biting my lips gently and playfully. After a bit more of this, I started moving slowly in and out, which produced a slightly louder moan from her. I broke our kiss, leaned back and supported myself with my left hand so that I could use my right one to caress her breasts, first the left, then the right. I grasped each of her nipples in turn, lightly pulling them and twisting them.

I increased the speed of my thrusting, not frantically, but also not at all concerned with cumming too soon. I knew we would have more time together. This was, after all, the main reason we were together. Suddenly, I felt my balls tighten and my cock pulsing, signaling the ejaculation that liberally coated Sarah's cervix, and hopefully, her fertile womb. She wrapped her legs around my ass and pulled me in to kiss her as I finished pumping my seed into her, shivering slightly in orgasmic bliss.

Moments later, I had come down from my high, so I rolled off of her and lay on my side facing her. I draped my arm and leg over her body, alternating between rubbing her belly and her breasts. We lay like that for several minutes, until I let go of her, stood up and asked, "How about we take a shower together? Would you like that?"

"Yes," she replied, propping herself up with one elbow, causing her breasts to jiggle only slightly. "That would be great." I followed her to the bathroom, turned on the shower and waited for it to become warm, nearly hot, before stepping in. She sat on the toilet to pee, then joined me. I wet myself then turned the sprayer towards her and stepped aside, allowing the water to flow all over her. I picked up a bottle of strawberry body wash from the lip of the tub and used it to saturate one of those fluffy scrubber things I found hanging on the hot water knob. When it was all lathered up, I blocked the stream of the shower so that I could wash Sarah, all over, starting with her shoulders, then working down her body to her arms, her breasts, her belly, her pussy, her ass, her legs and her feet.

Then I handed it to her so that she could scrub me all over. I noticed she paid particular attention to my penis, even using her hand to help wash it. There was nothing I could do to prevent it from hardening slightly, and she played with it a little more before squeezing out the scrubber and reaching around me to hang it back in its place. As we rinsed off, I embraced and kissed her, reveling in the feel of the warm water and her soft, smooth body pressed up against me. As I turned the showed off, she reached out and grabbed two clean towels that were hanging on a rack. We both dried off, hung our towels back up, and returned to the guest room.

"Looks like someone is ready for round 2," she commented, giving me a sly grin as she looked at my erect penis standing at attention. She gently grabbed my wrists and guided me to the bed so I was sitting on the edge. Then she knelt down in front of me, leaving no question as to what would happen next.

She grabbed my cock with both hands and began to rub gently all over it and my balls. She leaned over and took me into her mouth, first swirling her tongue around the tip before taking it all in. She immediately began bobbing up and down, a sight I found intensely erotic. I made an effort to file that mental image away to keep, among others. She clearly had no trouble taking all of me in, as she displayed no signs of gagging or discomfort. Kyle must be bigger than I am, I couldn't help thinking to myself.

When it felt like I was about to cum in her mouth, I gently stopped her by placing a hand on her cheek. She disengaged before I explained, "I won't last much longer with you doing that; you're so amazing. It's my turn now." I stood up, bringing her with me and turning her around, directing her to lay down on the bed. I climbed up between her legs, spreading them gently with my hands.

I began kissing her all over, starting at her lips, then tracing a trail down her neck, both her breasts, her stomach, her mound, and finally to the insides of her thighs. She jumped a little when I reached those most sensitive spots. I cupped her mound with my left hand, caressing it gently yet firmly. She began grinding a little, clearly enjoying the sensations I was giving her. I used my hand to trace her pussy lips, first the soft puffy outsides, then the moist insides.

I scooted back on the bed slightly while placing my arms under her thighs, allowing me the position to spread and slightly raise her legs, thus allowing me access to her pussy with my face. I kissed her mound before lightly kissing all around her lips. Then I began licking gently, up and down, back and forth, around, darting in and out. The taste of her was mild and musky, not unpleasant. Encouraged by her steadily increasing moans and whimpers, I alternated in and out, then paid close attention to the hood above her pussy, where I knew her clit would be. At first I applied a gentle pressure, then returned to her pussy, then back to her clit with a bit more, then back. Again and again, applying just a tiny bit more pressure each time, until finally, she squeezed my head between her thighs, pulled my hair roughly, moaned loudly and froze from the tension and ecstasy of orgasm.

After allowing herself to rest for a few moments and come down, she stated, "I want to ride you."

"Perfect," I responded simply before crawling up and laying down beside her. She climbed on top of me, almost frantically, clearly seeking another orgasm. I marveled at the sight of her breasts as she situated her pussy above my penis and then firmly took me inside of her. Riding cowgirl, Sarah was much more in control than Lucy usually was. She quickly started bucking on top of me. She almost seemed to lose her balance, so I grabbed her breasts to help steady her and also to knead them gently, then roughly. I pinched her nipples as her face scrunched with pleasure, moaning and groaning as she neared another climax. As I neared my own, out of habit, I gave her a firm spank on the ass, eliciting a squeal from her. She immediately sank down hard on me, bringing me to my own climax as she rode through her second one.

As her motions slowed on top of me, I could tell she was coming back to reality. Still straddling me, she asked, "Why did you spank me Steven?"

I couldn't tell if she was mad about it or not. "I am sorry about that, Sarah. It's kind of a habit now, when Lucy is riding me."

"It didn't hurt quite so much, but it did surprise me, and it gave me one of the best orgasms I've ever had." She replied excitedly. "I'll have to ask Kyle to try it sometime," she finished with a grin.

Just then, my stomach growled. "I guess I'm hungry."

Sarah looked up at the wall, where a clock hung. "No wonder, it's 12:30 already! Let's go downstairs and get some lunch."

She climbed up off of me and walked out the door. I followed, uncertain what to do next, so I called out to her, "Hey, Sarah, what are we doing about clothing? Do you have a robe I could wear?"

"No, we don't have anything like that. Honestly, Kyle and I don't often wear clothing much when it's just us around the house. Would it bother you to stay as you are while you're here?"

"No, not at all. I just wasn't sure, it being your house and all. You're not worried about visitors during the day?" I asked curiously.

"We don't get many visitors since we're usually at work during the day." She paused, then added, "And you don't have to worry about Kyle coming home unexpectedly. I doubt he would want to walk in on us." She giggled as she turned the corner to descend the stairs.

I have to admit, walking around their house fully nude was a tiny bit out of my comfort zone, but that may have just been because it was their house, and we had only had sex twice that day. I thought maybe it would feel more comfortable the more time we spent together.

We had a light, yet satisfying lunch of sandwiches, fruit, and cold milk. Sarah finished shortly before me and took care of her dishes at the sink. When it was my turn to do so, I was finishing at the sink when she came up behind me and pulled me into a tight hug, squishing her breasts into my back. After a few moments, I turned to face her and pulled her in close to kiss her passionately. After the kiss was over, she reached up and wiped my upper lip gently. "Milk mustache," she explained with a giggle. I smiled before kissing her again and placing both hands on her breasts, kneading them gently. My cock, amazingly, felt as hard as steel again. That was definitely one thing that I had not thought once about, but was surprising: I didn't even consider the fact that we would need to have sex multiple times to conceive, and that I would need to have the stamina to do so.