Adventures in Rosieland Ch. 07

To the other two glasses, she mixed in a crushed Viagra tablet. The warm milk might make Steve drowsy, but she remembered the old joke about the difference between light and hard; it was easier to sleep with the light on. Hoping that Georgie and Steve hadn't swapped places on the couch, Rosie took the drinks into the lounge and placed them on the coffee table. She relaxed as Steve picked up his, and passed Georgie's to her; it was all going nicely to plan. "This is delicious." Georgie purred. "It reminds me of home."

"Mmmm." Rosie smiled; the Viagra hadn't hit her yet, but the anticipation was arousing. She was trying to look innocent, her heart thumping and pussy moist; Steve was eyeing her suspiciously as she sipped her milk. She sighed as she drained her glass, then she stood up as Steve took Georgie's glass and handed theirs to Rosie as she breezed into the kitchen.

"I'm bushed." Georgie said. Steve helped her up and they made their way upstairs. "Night Rosie."

"Good night." Rosie called from the kitchen.

Her finger traced the outline of her sex through her cotton pants. The bedroom door closed. The lock clicked. Rosie rinsed the glasses and placed two of them on the draining board, the other she dried with a tea-towel; then she climbed the stairs, closed her bedroom door and undressed.

"Not tonight." Georgie whispered as she felt Steve's erection between them. "I'm too tired. Can we just cuddle?" Steve held his wife tightly, his erection persistent as it nestled between her buttocks. She teased him by wiggling her bum.

"That's not helping." He said as she giggled. Giggles turned to rhythmic breathing, and finally to soft snores as Georgie drifted off to sleep in Steve's arms.

Glass pressed to the wall and ear pressed to the glass, Rosie heard the bed creak as Steve got out of bed and made his way to the bedroom door. Lock disengaged, the door opened and closed quietly; he entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Rosie crept quietly out of her room to the bathroom. Her hand went to a pot on the small table on the landing; a key to the bathroom door lock lay within, but in his haste, Steve had left the door unlocked.

She entered, unannounced and naked. Sat on the toilet lid, Steve, eyes closed, didn't notice her until her lips enveloped his cock and her hand covered his. Shocked, his eyes flew open to see his ex-wife knelt on the floor with his penis in her adulterous mouth, sucking him towards his impending climax.

She knew he was near, but she didn't want to waste it; Rosie stopped sucking him and stood up. She took his hands and led the bewildered Steve to her boudoir. Her eyes seemed to draw him as she walked backwards into her room and onto the bed, pushing herself up until her head rested on the pillow. He crawled after her, kissing her right leg slowly from toes, to ankle, to calf. She parted her legs as he continued up her soft thighs; her breathing quick and shallow as his tongue met her lips and he tasted her, sending a shiver through her body.

His tongue explored her slit as the breath through his nose excited her sensitive clit. She reached down, intending to stimulate herself, instead, she grabbed his hair as his fingers entered and his tongue probed her, sending her tumbling over the edge; back arched, head thrust backwards, body tensed as she screamed into the pillows.

She pulled him up, legs splayed; he entered her slick pussy easily. She urged him deeper; her hot breath on his ear as she held him tight, pulling him into her. "Give it to me." She whispered hoarsely as he thrust into her; her nails dug into him as she buried her face into his shoulder and cried out as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her.

Breathless, she rolled him onto his back and straddled him; his still ridged prick, penetrated her. He reached up to caress her breasts; a sheen of sweat covered her body, sticking her hair to hair back and making her body glisten in the soft moonlight shining through the open window. Her legs gripped his flanks as she felt her orgasm growing; she felt Steve on the verge of release too, his breathing laboured and his cock swelled, ready to deliver his load into her wanton, hungry pussy.

They came together; Rosie bit her lip as spurt after spurt of semen triggered another climax and her greedy cunt gobbled it up, milking him of his seed. She collapsed on top of Steve, covering his face with kisses as she felt his cock unplug her and his cum trickled between her swollen lips. "Thank you." She sighed as she rolled onto her back and hugged her pillow.

"I'd better go back to my wife." Steve whispered.

"Mmm." Rosie replied dreamily; the warmth still spreading though her. "Don't worry, I won't say a word. It'll be our little secret." Steve left the room and closed the door; Rosie placed the pillow underneath her, then drifted off to sleep with a hand between her legs and a smile on her face.

He went back into the bathroom and cleaned himself off with a wet-wipe. Climbing back into bed, Georgie stirred as Steve nestled into her back. Sleepily, she reached back, touching his now floppy penis, "You've sorted yourself out then?"

"Yeah." He whispered.

"I hope you didn't wake Rosie." She took his hand in hers and held it between her breasts. He kissed her head and settled in behind her. Moments later, they were asleep.

Georgie was roused from her dreams by soft singing from the bathroom; Sunlight streamed through the windows and Steve still held her close. He stirred as she stroked his arm and he snuggled in closer. "Did you clean up after yourself last night?"

"Hmm." He opened a weary eye and looked at Georgie, her head turned towards him. "Err, yeah. Used a wet wipe. You'd never know I was there."

"Like a masturbating ninja aren't you my love?" She mocked. "Rosie's in the shower I think." She tapped his bare leg, "And you'd better put some pants on."

"Shit!" He sat up, "I've left them in the bathroom!"

"Well I'm sure she's seen worse. Just wait until she's downstairs and grab them.

Meanwhile," Georgie, out of bed, reached out to the toddler, "This little lady needs to be up and dressed for our ride home." She picked Holly up and blew a raspberry on the giggling girl's tummy.

Breakfast was a quiet affair; Rosie seemed to be in a world of her own, a far-away look on her face. As Steve loaded the car with their weekend bags and wriggling toddler, Rosie hugged Georgie tightly. "Look after him." Rosie said. "I mean, I know you will, but keep hold of each other, he doesn't deserve what I did to him."

"I will." Georgie said, kissing Rosie's cheek.

Steve and Rosie hugged, then he stepped back and held her shoulders at arm's length. "You okay?" he asked, "You seem a bit spaced out."

"Yeah." She replied absently, "Just. I don't know. I'm fine though. Don't worry about me, I'll be okay." They kissed again and he left her standing in the doorway. She waved as they drove away.

Two months later, John was woken by a retching sound from the bathroom; he looked in to find Rosie on her knees in front of the toilet bowl.

"You okay love?" He asked from the doorway.

"It's not that chicken from last night is it?" She shook her head and sat back on her haunches.

"I don't think so." She replied, "You'd be bad too if it were."

"Do you want a drink love?" he asked worriedly.

"Glass of water would be nice, please."

He kissed the top of her head and then descended the stairs to fetch a glass. Rosie thought she knew what was wrong and was worried how she'd broach the subject when John reappeared in the doorway holding a glass. "We used protection before I went away, didn't we?"

Relieved, Rosie replied, "Yeah, but it's not one hundred percent effective. Things can go wrong."

"Maybe we'd better. You know?" John did the "peeing on a stick" mime.

"You could be right." Rosie laughed; she couldn't remember when her last period had been. "You never know, one of your super-sperm could've snuck through my defences." She hoped she was right, but knew deep down that, if she was pregnant, this wasn't John's child.

They purchased a pregnancy test later that afternoon and followed the instructions to the letter. Three minutes later, Rosie was crying in John's arms, he couldn't tell if they were tears of happiness, but that was how he chose to interpret them. John was overjoyed; he couldn't wait to tell his daughters they had a sibling on the way.

Four months later, Holly was blessed with a baby brother. Three months after that, across the country, their half-brother was born. Rosie felt that she owed it to both Steve and John to keep quiet about their child, fearing that it would wreck both relationships and drive

Beatrice further away if the truth were known.

She wasn't sure if her actions that night were an act to redress the balance; Steve had raised John's child, now it was time for John to raise Steve's.

She thought back; the warmth spreading as she felt Steve's sperm coursing through her. The calm she felt afterwards while her unprotected egg was attacked and fertilized by once familiar sperm. She had wanted Steve within her again, in a way he had never been after the birth of Beatrice. She had visualized it all as she lay in bed after making love to her ex-husband; aware of what she had done in the grip of lust, and she felt at peace. Whether it was right or not, Rosie felt that the path she had chosen, though not the moral high ground, was, nevertheless, the right path for her and her family; just as long as the family didn't know the truth.