Suddenly

When I opened the door to the second bedroom Emma is staring out of the window into the garden quietly squeezing her left breast. Turning toward me she opens her bath robe and lets it slip from her shoulders. My gaze trails over her lips, her throat, her breasts, her mound. She is ready for me.

'Here at last,' she says. 'Come and take me. Hard.'

'I intend to.' I gently cup her chin with one hand lifting her mouth toward mine.

Slowly my lips claim hers while my other hand finds her hip then slides round to flatten against her swelling belly. Her soft curves mould to my immediate hardness. Sara, with her strong, yet tender and selfless character, is the woman of my affections; yet when it comes to lust - and it frequently does - I find Emma equally arousing.

Stepping back and unbuttoning my shirt I ask, 'How's the fruit of our pleasure progressing?'

'Nicely. They say it's a girl.'

'That's great. A boy from wife number one and a girl from wife number two. There's a balance in that.'

My hand in the middle of her back I guide her to the bed and helped her to kneel in the middle. Better avoid the missionary position until after the happy event. As, my hands on her hips, I insert myself into her, I wonder how long I will possess the stamina to keep both my women content

END