Fat Chance Ch. 06

"Shit! Do you know all my ex-lover's wives?"

"Well, Annette's villa is just down the coast so I give her classic MGB sports car a regular service and tune-up. But I don't know her all that well, we keep in touch every couple of weeks or so."

"Fuck! I guess you do know all my ex-lover's wives!"

"They are pretty well my only friends, except family. They are all on my Christmas card list anyway, unless of course you tell me I need to add to it?"

"Well, I'm not going to looking like this, am I?"

"So, who do you think is the father then?"

"You are, smarty pants."

"Oh no, you're not pinning that one on me, we were married twenty years and we never got a bite, my little sperm must be dead in the water. You will have to find some other fall guy or even better ... get a bloody DNA test done!"

"Can't get that arranged now until after the baby is born. Then I can prove it's yours. Anyway, if it isn't, then you are off the hook and I'll get out of your hair. But I know it's you for two very good reasons."

"Only two?" I groaned, "from what fantasy world have you conjured up these reasons?"

"Reason you are the Daddy number One. Your tests from the family planning clinic came through, the ones testing you for diseases after hearing about my ... habits. You went for the complete package, didn't you? Anyway, you left your clean bill of health as far as STDs go; I found it when I packed up the caravan. Then a few weeks later your Aids tests came through, forwarded to my address. They were negative as far as the Aids test is concerned and ..." and this is where she grinned maniacally and added, "your fertility test was enclosed in the same envelope and they came out positive. So your little swimmers must be determined little devils and they clearly hit the jackpot. Hence, I was put well and truly up the duff by you, you clever little boy!"

"But we haven't made love in well over a year ... " I stuttered, my voice falling away at the single, sudden, terrifying thought.

"You are forgetting, naughty lad, that last night we spent at the caravan. You know, when you plied me with lots of drink and had your wicked way with me. That is reason number two why you are The Daddy."

"But I ..."

"Yes, while on the subject of butts, I know for a fact you took my anal cherry that night, because my arse really ached that morning and I had to sit on a cushion for two whole days."

"But-"

"And as for my front bottom, you always used to be so gentle and considerate, but you must have been so rough and I was really sore there too. I couldn't even masterbate for another week. And don't blame anyone else because I definitely remember waking up briefly in the early morning and knowing it was you that was fucking me."

She got up from the sofa then, no mean feat for a woman that size, and waddled across to plant a long lingering kiss on my lips, with added tongue as well. Revolting!

"But I forgive you babe." she continued, "Now, what have you got to drink? I'm off wine and spirits, so any soft drink'll do. So, shall we retire to the bedroom for our little siesta, then hon?"

"Sure babes, just give me a moment to sort out some refreshments and I'll join you."

I could have told her that I used three condoms, one inside the other, for our last night together. I am ashamed to say I took advantage of the situation back then, but then she was fucking everyone else except me.

Having just got the all-clear on the STDs, there was no way I was risking going bareback with her. I didn't realise I had taken her anal cherry, I just assumed she had been free and easy with everyone else and I was angry and well, I wanted my turn ... I never did look at the hotel tapes.

Usually I am a gentle lover.

Remember, that for twenty years I thought was the only one making love to my wife, the woman I loved. That last night in the caravan I was having angry sex and I didn't even enjoy it all that much, I was just trying to work out all my frustrations. I wasn't expecting or wanted any follow up. I would have been quite happy if I never saw Maisie again.

Still, we'll find out who is responsible for the child support after the birth, in the meantime I need to resort out my finances.

Tomorrow I'll get Gordon to open new accounts at the bank under a false name and for Max to reroute the payments from Overnite Deposit Investments Inc.

Good job I still have those pinhole cameras connected up to my Mac. I will reposition them to cover the bed from three angles. I'm sure that Max has told me before that there is a ready market for fresh pregnant porn.

Perhaps I will let Maisie stay for another eight weeks or so...

The end.