My Little Witch

"I think we really should go upstairs now."

"Yes. Yes."

He took me by the hand and led me up the stairs. I had wobbly knees when we arrived in his bedroom and closed the door behind us.

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Claudia stood in front of my bed and started undressing. I put on the lamp with the softest light and switched off the main one, then followed her example. Her body was breathtaking, a monument to timeless voluptuousness, ample curves wherever one could hope for them. She removed her hair band and sprawled out on bed, her eyes glued to mine, her hips heaving in anticipation. I joined her on the bed, caressing her body with mine, pressing my stiff and hot member against her belly. Her eager lips re-welcomed mine, kindling even more heat than there already was. And there was plenty, I was burning from the inside out, yearning for her insides to complete me. Our hips realigned with no conscious effort on their own, before the tip of my masculinity eclipsed the moon of her slick and receptive womanhood.

She pushed against me, taking half of me inside, then retracting; waiting for me to take control and possession. I explored her moist cavern deeper with each push, making my presence known. Haltingly I broke our kiss and looked into her eyes, trying to intuit how she wanted to be taken. Her lips puckered slightly and she panted heavily when I subjected her to a test battery of speeds and intensities. My body learned to read her much faster than my mind, which was still reeling from the fact that this was actually happening. Hers became almost as active as mine, making the output of each push entirely unpredictable. Her breathing was getting more and more rapid and irregular, until I felt her contracting into a wailing sound of relief. I gave her a few seconds of being in that moment; then pounded her back to the brink of where she'd just been. Her ecstasy begot my own. I lost control altogether, dissolving me and my passion into a spasm of frightening length and intensity, right into her.

We had a hard time explaining the kids why we couldn't stop grinning throughout the next day. I think they gathered though, that something had occurred that brought our relationship to another level. We made no secret out of it. We were in love.

By the end of January Claudia and Darlene had moved in, but Claudia never slept in her room. Jack seemed a little overwhelmed by the story first and retreated palpably from Claudia. I couldn't figure out why. It was only when Darlene prompted him to ask Claudia to get a game from a shelf he couldn't reach, that we got a good idea of what was pestering him.

"Mum, can you get that box there down for us please?"

He froze immediately after he uttered those words. Claudia didn't even notice that he had called her mum.

"Certainly. The brown one there?"

Jack didn't answer and ran out of the living room.

"Huh? What was that? Did I say something wrong?"

"No, but he thinks he did. He called you mum."

"Oh ... I see. Should I go after him and talk to him?"

"Maybe I should."

Neither of us got a chance. Darlene went after him, sat down next to him on his bed and whispered in his ear. Whatever she said, it brought him out of his dark spell. And after that episode he continued calling her mum.

Claudia started working again at the beginning of March. I had overheard that there was a part-time vacancy for an assistant at one of my customers' and got her an interview right away. I am pretty sure that this was the extent of my influence -- she got the job because of her good references and excellent attitude.

One fine Sunday morning in April, Darlene woke us up, jumping up and down on our bed. She was wearing her pyjamas and the hat of her Halloween costume, flailing her arms, the magic wand in her right hand. When we had both opened our eyes she stopped and pointed the stick at us.

"I spell you ... that you get us another child."

"Tsss. Come here darling."

She was just too cute.

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At the beginning of July we took our first and well deserved holiday together. A friend of mine owned a lovely little cottage at the seaside in southern France. We spent a sublime week at the beach. I taught both kids to swim, before the weather became more unstable and we used the clear spells to explore the surroundings. Claudia had been very quiet for a few days and when we went shopping in the nearby village, she asked around for a pharmacy.

"Are you not feeling well?"

"I am just a little bit off, don't worry. I think I know what it is."

Her French was much better than mine, so she send me and the kids to get some ice cream cones, while she went inside the pharmacy. She didn't say another word all afternoon, until we were back at the cottage.

The kids were playing in the garden. I was reading the English newspaper I had procured in the village when Claudia returned from the bathroom and sat down next to me.

"You know what David, we really have to have a chat with Darlene."

"What about? What do you mean?"

"She can't just go around casting these spells on us."

"Huh? What do you ... hang on, does that mean you ... oh, wow ... you are, you actually are? ..."

"Pregnant is the word you are looking for. And yes, I am."

All I could have replied with words would have been gibberish at this junction so I forwent vocal communication and hugged her instead, tugging her as close to me as I possibly could.

When I finally managed to let go of her, I saw our little witch standing right in front of us, nudging Jack next to her and saying, "Told you it would work."