Friends and Lovers Pt. 02

"With Miss Comstock looming in the wings and looking for her man to share her future with, you can understand why us having kids is important." When I gave Kira a look of 'lost in translation,' my wife bluntly said, "Your father stipulated that the only way we can increase our ownership in the store is by having kids or waiting until he retires. Without us having children, there is no guarantee of the store becoming ours regardless of how much work we invest in it.

"It didn't dawn on me until today when I saw Coach Junie with your father that he's now got the time to chase her until she catches him. And if Miss Comstock becomes your stepmother, she may get your father to change his mind about handing the store to us when he retires. Women have a way," mumbled my wife as she lowered her head to my lap to slurp my manhood into her mouth, "of getting men to do what they want. Ummm, you taste so good...ummm...Luke, we may have to readjust and accelerate our time schedule...ummm..."

"Shit, Kira, I love when you give me head like that...ohhh, now, I see what you mean about Miss Comstock and dad. You tell me when and I will be humping you between your widespread legs until you're preggie with our first. Maybe my wife would be interested in doing a 'dry-run'...actually, it will be a pretty sticky wet rehearsal...with her revitalized husband on this couch? Oh, yeah!"

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As Kira had predicted, the football team contract was brought in on time, with the least amount of stress or complications, and to the complete satisfaction of Coach Harrison, his coaching staff, and the team members. Those same young men and their parents found that the store was well-stocked with accessories. If necessary, special orders could be made almost at cost, saving parents the hassle of hunting online or going into the city hours away. Needless to say, the store was a booming success.

It was a matter of time before the other high school coaches beginning with Miss Comstock sought similar services and deals for their respective teams. Within a matter of a year of hustling and deal-making, the store became extremely profitable. With a businesswoman's acumen, Kira took the profits that we had earned and made a sizeable down payment on a four-bedroom house on the outskirts of town.

"Luke," sighed Kira who draped her arms around my neck as she sat in the well of my crossed legs with my throbbing rock-hard salami deeply embedded snug wet-velvet cunt. "This is our house! I can't believe it that I'm only twenty-one years old and I have my own fricking house! Our own house, Luke! Where we can raise our family and grow old in."

"And speaking of family, my sass-butt wife of three years, when do you think we should start one. I know you mentioned earlier that you were thinking of when you reach twenty-five-ish. Do you still plan to wait all those years?"

"Ah, honey, speaking of children, would you be terribly upset if I told you that I got off the pill the moment that we signed the purchase of agreement for this place? I know that I had initially projected on having kids later on; however, your father openly romancing Miss Comstock has accelerated my planning."

"Do you mean that you want me to...knock you up...as soon as possible?"

My loving wife gave me this smirk that clearly said without verbal saying, "Are our fucking stupid? Yes! Goddamn it, yes!"

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Given how horny my young wife was and her laser-focused she was on getting pregnant and securing our future and that of our family, Kira was pregnant before she could blink an eye. Her parents were utterly delighted and immediately began renovating their service station to include a small nursery. My dad was speechless at the possibility of his first grandchild and began thinking of the adventures that he introduced his grandchild to.

The only one who didn't seem overly overwhelmed was Miss Comstock who saw her envisioned retirement plan slowly disappear with each month of Kira's pregnancy. Still, she hung with my dad...maybe because he was the only game in town...or judging from the smiles on their faces, that he was pleasing her in bed...or that a little bit of happiness as a couple was better than spinsterhood. She had her school retirement and now someone special to share it with.

Surprisingly Kira handled her first pregnancy well with slight morning nausea, noticeable tender breasts, some fatigue, and incredibly weird food cravings. I had always thought that the proverbial "pickles and ice cream" were an urban myth until one night I was forced to hunt for an open supermarket.

Towards the end of Kira's first trimester, her sex drive that had been put on idle due to her physical and emotional rollercoaster period kicked back into gear and revved into high-gear throughout the rest of her pregnancy. Now it was I who was constantly tired trying to satisfy my overly horny pregnant wife as she demanded the "pickle" of my erect dick and the "cream" of my nuts.

Then when her breasts and especially her belly began to swell, so did her sexual demands (if you can believe that). In part, it was the result of an increased flow of blood to her genitals and in part, it was her need to be reassured that she was still attractive and desirable. Whatever the case, Kira had stupendous orgasms that had her literally screaming her head off.

As her due date approached, I was beginning to wonder if I would survive my wife's sexual demands and see my newborn child. Then it dawned on me this was just the start, and that Kira wanted at least another...possible two more...children. Faced with such an arduous future, I threw myself into work in order not to dwell on the inevitable.

"Honey, regarding our first child, what should we call him or her?" murmured Kira as she held my arms so that I had to spoon her with my softening dick still buried in her juicy cunt. When I said that I hadn't given the matter much thought (I was too tired to think of much), she continued, "Well, I have. Why don't we continue the alphabetical name sequencing? I mean, my name starts with 'K' and yours starts with 'L'...so why don't we call our first child with a name that starts with 'M'...Michael or Mona. The next child's name will start with an 'N'...like Nicholas or Naomi. And the third with 'O'...such as Owen or Oliva?"

"Okay, okay, stop, cuz you're making my head spin. I agree with your proposal but three kids? Come on, Kira..."

"No, you listen to me, Luke. First of all, our parents and I...and hopefully you too...are expecting 'grandchildren'...not a single grandchild. Next, our house has four bedrooms of which we occupy one...leaving three.

"And before you ask, no, I am not intending on becoming a baby factory. It's bad enough that I've lost my girlish figure...and my husband better not get wandering eyes and stray if you know what's good for you. Don't act innocent. I saw you talking with Candy Olsen who claimed she was looking for a new tennis racket even though she a klutz on the tennis courts. If I catch you flirting with that bitch or her twin, Carla, I may have to be contented with a single child because a certain someone may be missing his nuts! Do I make myself clear, husband of MINE!"

I've learned that when Kira gets into one of her jealous snits, it is better not to say anything and just quickly nod.

"As I was saying before I was so rudely distracted by the terrible twosome from hell...those fuck-sluts with their filthy diseased cunts...the real reason for us to have three kids is to gain eighty-percent control of the store, leaving your dad twenty percent until he retires. So, Mister Stud-Muffin, take your vitamins and think that you're investing in our future every time you shoot your load of baby-batter between my legs.

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Our first child was Michael, a bouncing baby boy, with always a gurgling smile on his cute little lips and one hell of a healthy appetite once he latched on to one of Kira's extended fat nipples. "Oh, my God!" exclaimed Kira, "Little Mikey is like a small human vacuum cleaner. Shit, Luke, your son has gotten you beat hands down when it comes to sucking my tits and draining me dry. Ahhh, damn it! Did the little bastard just make me cum? I don't fucking believe it and think I'm going to enjoy breastfeeding."

A year later, Nicholas was born. While Mike was a happy baby, Nicky was a temperamental and at times, a grouchy bastard (I wonder where he got that from). Yet, the one thing that he shared with his older brother was his love of Kira's mother's milk. Between him and his brother, they drained both tits dry which miraculously refilled with more.

The two sets of grandparents zoomed in on our two sons. My dad took an immediate shine to our firstborn since Mike was everything that he had wanted in an offspring but never got with me. Kira's parents took to our second son, caring for him in a tender way that I never experienced when I was growing up, and under their influence, Nicky became a promising baby.

The surprising player in our family tale was Miss Junie Comstock. She had been dating my father for several years and had moved in with him. Watching him play with Mikey and Kira's parents taking care of Nicky, she realized that her chances of conceiving were stacked against her as she pushed into her late-forties. As much as she tried, Junie couldn't deny her long-suppressed maternal instincts especially when Kira became pregnant with our third (and hopefully last) child at the age of twenty-five.

During Kira's pregnancy, Junie and my dad decided to tie the knot and became loving grandparents to our two sons, However, Junie made it known to Kira that although she had missed her chance to have children, she hoped that we'd be open to her helping to raise our third child. Unbeknownst to me, Kira accepted Junie's offer and they became as close as daughter-in-law and step-mother could be.

When Olivia was born, she was the apple of everyone's eye. Even at an early age, our daughter could melt the hearts, especially those of her grandfathers. However, it was her grandmother and step-grandmother who had the greatest influence on Olivia's formative years. Molly, Kira's mother, imbued in her granddaughter a certain sense to trust, kindness, and confidence. Junie, her step-grandmother taught her young charge to be athletic, taking no backseat to anyone, and holding her own whether in sports or with her older brothers.

Junie beamed at how her child-protégé could compete on the volley court, the soccer field, or even the basketball court. Olivia blossomed under the one-on-one coaching of her step-grandmother, and Junie was proud that "her" granddaughter would become a dominant, multi-sport all-star once she entered organized team sports.

While Mikey and Nicky gave their younger sister a hard time (as older brothers tend to do), they were extremely protective of her and eventually came to respect her as their equal (although they would never admit that their baby sister was better than them in especially in sports).

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Epilogue:

Luke and Kira spent the rest of their lives together. The sporting goods store became the mainstay of extramural as well as recreational sports at all levels. Luke's dad with his wife, the former Junie Comstock, eventually retired and move to Florida. It went without saying that the kids but especially Olivia felt the loss of her step-grandmother.

Fortunately, Kira's parents remained in our small little town and were a mainstay in the ongoing development of their family. They were there for the grandchildren at their school activities and sporting events. For the kids to sleep at their grandparents' house was always a treat...for the grandchildren...and especially their parents.

Michael was a natural leader with the charm and grace to span many different groups. He would go on to become the school's student body president, receive a prestigious scholarship to a known business college. While he had a promising start in the corporate world, he found that the dog-eat-dog culture wasn't in keeping with his open and friendly nature. Returning home, he took over the store's operations and later with his siblings would develop and expand the business beyond his parents' imagination.

Nicholas chose to channel his innate energies more energetically and physically. Under Coach Harrison's tutelage, Nicky developed into a top-notch all-conference middle linebacker. He was known for stopping the run, effectively defending against the short pass, and stacking the opposing team's quarterback. Heavily recruited, he was accepted by a top-notched football program, earned national recognition, and was eventually played professional football.

"Nicky, however, sustained a career-ending injury and returned home to become Coach Harrison's defensive coordinator. With the help and support of his family, he established the store's Health and Fitness Center where its members could exercise and stay fit especially during the winter months. At his sister's advice, dance exercises and yoga were added to attract female membership.

Although Luke and Kira would never say it, the crown jewel of their little family was Olivia. With a self-confidence well beyond her tender years, Olivia had a disarming yet enchanting effect on people as the proverbial next-door girl like the way her mother was. Yet, she was at the same time athletic especially in volleyball and soccer which contributed to her well-rounded persona. She was offered a full scholarship at a well-known law school.

To the surprise of all, Olivia returned home after graduating to become the legal mind of the store. Olivia managed the store's contracts with suppliers and with team buyers, and went on to assume her mother's functions in billing, payments, and taxes. At her suggestion, a Limited Liability Company was formed to protect the family and to give the business flexibility in the future.

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"Ah, love of my life, we've come a long way. We've earned ownership in my father's sports store; you've expanded the business to include high school and youth sports. We now have a fitness center, and possibly another store that sells outdoor and sporting apparel is in the planning. We own our own house; and have had three beautiful children who have surprisingly taken over the business as we did and afforded us to enjoy a semi-retirement at an early age.

"And after all of these years, you definitely turn me on. Your big nipples are simply irresistible especially after you breastfed our kids and me. I still can't resist banging my lovely wife tight twat whenever we have the chance...a lot of quickies, shower sex, and late-night and early-morning sessions. I simply can't get enough of you."

"Oh, Luke, I'm so glad I forced you to take me camping with you to here in our special spot that until this day, no one knows about. I can vividly recall my eighteenth birthday present...that big fat cock of my best friend being shoved up my virgin pussy...and how that was unforgettable and life-changing.

And it's little wonder that we're here in our special spot in the mountains and celebrating my fifty-fifth birthday, stark naked, and having sex in the great outdoors. Ooh, I have gotten used to straddling your hips with your big cock shove all the way up my wet cunt, riding your hard-on and feeling you churning my juices.

"I look forward to spending the rest of my days with you. I love you, Luke, my bestie, my lover, and my husband."

"No more than I love you, Kira, who gave me the life I had always yearned for...and saved me from the perverted clutches of the skanky Olsen twins...ha, gotcha ya! Ouch! Don't hit so hard!"

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"A friend will always stay with you / And talk a problem though

But a lover is the only one / Who will spend the night with you.

There are lovers / There are friends

And it's hard to tell where one begins / And the other ends

But there are those / The ones like you

Who has somehow found the way to be the two"

"Lovers and Friends" by Audy Kimura