Hot at the Beach

Long story short, I ended up ploughing Judy twice more and Patricia once, while the ladies sixty-nined each other, Judy expanding her lesbian experience. Again, Judy commanded me to come outside of her, and I of course obeyed. With Patricia, I came inside her, and was treated to Judy eating out her cream pie, to Patricia's major delight.

Again, Judy departed in the morning.

* * * * *

Again we resumed our natural rhythm. Again Judy came out the following Friday night.

Cut to the chase: I am mounted on Judy, Patricia sucking on her right nipple (she favours the right one, it seems). Slap slap slap, Judy gushing with pleasure. My balls start to tingle. I know I am getting closer. I know Judy is close too:

"Oh fuck yes, fuck yes. God that's it, that's it, yes. Fuck me Bruce."

I can only do as told and increase my pace. I know I am really close. I whisper in Judy's left ear, "Cum inside or out?" She surprises me this time, "Cum inside me. I want your cum inside me. Fill me up." Patricia backs off her friends nipple at this and looks straight at Judy's face.

I thrust mightily and announce, "I'm cumming!" Spurt after spurt of semen erupts from my cock inside Judy's super-hot pussy. I keep spurting like a man possessed: five, six shots, then the dribbles. I felt like Peter North. I collapse on top of Judy groaning, "Oh man, oh jeez." Judy is gurgling with pleasure, "Shit it feels good to have a man come inside you."

I am breathing hard for some time. I'm exhausted. I'm almost sleeping.

"But Judy, you're not on the pill!" Patricia hissed.

"My cycle is at the low point, Trish. Nothing will happen. Believe me."

"But what if it does?"

"Well, I don't know, I guess I'll have to think about that."

I sank into sleep and didn't hear the end of this debate. Suffice to say the next morning the temperature was a little cooler in the kitchen.

Judy left that morning and was gone for a week at a bar convention. She called. Things were fine, but she missed my sausage entrée.

* * * * *

The news hit us like a thunderbolt. Judy is pregnant. At forty-six I'm going to be a father. Maybe. If she keeps it. I don't know what to think. Patricia is wearing a major frown these days. Not so much towards me but towards Judy. How this will affect our marriage and our life is completely unclear at this point.

Patricia realises that we encouraged the situation, and that my response to Judy was natural. That Judy was perhaps not entirely forthcoming about a) her cycle and b) her motivation. That I maybe could have exercised better judgment the last time with Judy, but that maybe I wasn't thinking completely clearly.

Judy hasn't been back since the convention, but she and Patricia are talking lots on the phone. They have been friends for a long time, since Patricia moved to Canada fifteen years ago. I believe they will work it out. Sometimes when people's lives are out of kilter, they act out of their character.

Maybe this is the path life chose for us long ago.

To be continued...