A New World
There’s nothing like having kids that changes the way you look at things.
Our firstborn was a girl, sweet and beautiful and dark like her daddy. There was no denying Nic was her father, and he was crazy about her. He switched shifts so he could take care of her during the day while Grace and I were at work, and insisted that we go house-hunting, because he didn’t want his daughter growing up in an apartment.
The place we found was a nice, cozy three-bedroom with a detached garage apartment, holding space for three cars. It was ideal for us, because we worked it out for Grace, the baby and me to have the house, and Nic would move most of his stuff into the garage apartment. When he went on dates, he’d have a place to bring his women friends for a private fuck, and then when he was done with that, he could either spend his time alone in his new digs or drag in to join us. It gave him more freedom, but we also saw less of him because he’d be working while we were sleeping, and taking care of our Angel while we were working.
When weekends came, though, family time was intense. The first six weeks after Angel’s birth, when Grace couldn’t have penetrative sex, Nic and I would play while she watched, or we’d give her what pleasure we could and finish up with each other. Once she could do the wild thing again, as soon as the baby would go down for a nap, we’d all retreat to the master bedroom to make love. It took us a while, but we managed to work out the kinks so that we could maintain our relationship without fear of anyone being left out.
After a couple of years, we started talking about adding to our little family, and since Grace was doing well at her job and I’d graduated college and gotten my teaching degree, we decided it was time. We also decided the next baby would be hers and mine, so as soon as we decided to start trying, that limited what Nic could do with her. We agreed she could blow him anytime, but no play down south. Her pussy was just for me until we were sure she was pregnant.
Invariably, whenever Grace and I would determine peak days for conception and head off to make a baby, Nic was right there with us. And always, I’d end up the filling in a love sandwich between him and Grace. It took us three months to conceive, and I thought it wouldn’t be a bit different this time than it had been the first.
Only it was. I knew the baby inside her was mine, and that knowledge produced such incredible feelings in me. There are no words for describing that experience, because they’d be only mere shades of the wonder, the pride and love, the sense of protectiveness that I felt for her. It was magic, and that brought about an even deeper connection between Nic and me, because I understood now what he’d felt when Grace was carrying his baby.
It made me horny as hell, and when she started getting morning sickness, she sort of pushed Nic and me together to deal with our hormones. It seemed like we were fucking all the time, stealing kisses while we played with Angel, rolling around on the floor with her and then sneaking off for a quick romp while Grace watched the baby.
Those were crazy times.
Baby #2 was a fair-haired little boy, just like his daddy, and though he was more demanding than his big sister, he’s still a pleasure and a joy.
Less than a year later, we started talking about another baby, just have all the kids we wanted and get it done so we could concentrate on raising them and still be young enough to enjoy our retirement when the children were grown.
We were talking about the rest of our lives, and it wasn’t just Grace and me. Nic was right there with us, just as serious about the whole thing, about staying together, about being a family. That amazed me. It shook me up a little, because I began to realize that his commitment to us was genuine and deep.
So we decided we’d just take a shot in the dark with the next baby, play sperm roulette. Whenever I had sex with Grace, Nic would, too, and vice versa. The idea turned all of us on, in a very big way.
When Grace told us the time was right, we sent the kids off to her parents’ house for the night and had a nice dinner, some wine, put on some music and danced together in the living room as our clothes came off. We took our time, kissing and touching each other, keeping Grace in the middle, rubbing against her. By the time we made it to the bedroom, Nic and I had our fingers in her, both of our hands jostling for space between her legs.
She was wet, hungry, wild.
“I want both of you,” she panted, her blond hair down in her face, strands flicking outward with each breath. “Both in my pussy at the same time. I wanna try it. Okay?”
She was looking into my eyes, her fair face flushed with wine and desire, her nipples hard against my chest.
“Don’t wanna hurt you, baby,” I breathed, more than a little afraid of that idea. “We’d be too much. I don’t-“
“Just wanna try it,” she promised. “Please. If it hurts, we’ll stop. Okay?”
“Fuck,” Nic gusted against the back of her neck. “Won’t be easy, but damn!”
“I’ve pushed two babies out of there,” she reminded me with a lopsided, beautiful grin. “Getting two dicks in should be no problem.”
I had my reservations, but I’d apparently been out-voted.
We got onto the bed, Nic and I sitting with our legs entwined, facing each other, our cocks pushed up together in his grip. He stroked us, and his hand on me, his dick so hot against mine, made me kind of crazy. I was intoxicated, but not by the wine. My lovers were making me drunk with desire and need.
Grace grabbed the lube and drizzled it over us, then carefully knelt over our laps. She settled down slowly, panting hard, her hands braced on my shoulders. I felt her touch us, her legs shaking as she tried to push downward onto us.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped.
We started to go inside, sliding into her, filling her so tightly I thought she had to be in pain. She was gasping, grimacing, but she wasn’t stopping. She closed her teeth over her lower lip and shut her eyes, tipping her head back against Nick’s chest.
His big, dark hands closed over her breasts, pinching and twirling her nipples just the way she liked. I reached down and stroked her clitoris with my fingertips, shocked by how tautly stretched her flesh was. She bucked and jumped then, falling down hard onto us with a wild cry of ecstasy.
Then she was moving, sliding up and down, working us, our dicks smashed together, strangled by her sweet, wet pussy. She was so tight my dick ached. My balls throbbed. My heart pounded.
I looked at them, at Nic’s tanned face behind her pale one, his hands on her breasts, kneading and pulling at her. I glanced downward, staring at our slick cocks disappearing into her pussy, and groaned. It felt so good, so fucking good, and it was so beautiful, seeing them like that, knowing we were both fucking her, that our come would fill her and our sperms race and compete to be the father of her next baby.
I leaned forward and kissed her, and when I let her up for air I pushed closer and kissed Nic.
I came while his tongue was in my mouth, groaning and twitching until the pulses ebbed enough for me to catch my breath. My dick started to soften, but Grace’s wild riding wouldn’t let me escape. I yelled when Nic came, his throbbing and Grace’s thrusts setting my nerves on fire. It was too much and I couldn’t move, couldn’t pull out or get away. It hurt so good, all I could do was hold onto her hips and try to keep her still.
Nic’s hand slipped between us, digging against my dick, grinding against her clitoris, making her scream and gasp and writhe on our half-hard rods.
She collapsed against me, finally still, all of us shaking and panting and utterly amazed by what we’d just done.
She had a little trouble walking the next day and couldn’t sit down, so we had to wait a day before we could make any further attempts, but we decided this would be the most fair way of rolling the dice for fatherhood. Every time we tried to conceive, we did it that way, and other times when we knew the window of opportunity had closed, we’d take turns.
Grace conceived right away, and this time, both Nic and I got to share that sense of wonder, neither of us knowing which was the father.
As fortune would have it, she gave birth to twins, neither dark nor light, with features that could have belonged to either of us. Without a paternity test, we couldn’t tell who made the boys, and we were all three just fine with that.
Grace got her tubes tied when they were born and Nic got a vasectomy shortly afterward. I decided to keep my nuts intact, because if something went wrong and I got Grace pregnant again, I’d be okay with that.
For the moment, we had all the family we needed, and in our own unusual way, it worked for us. The kids belonged to all of us. Grace was Mommy, I was Daddy, and then there was Papa Nic, or just Papa. If our families suspected anything, they didn’t tell us. It wasn’t their business, anyway.
Our firstborn was a girl, sweet and beautiful and dark like her daddy. There was no denying Nic was her father, and he was crazy about her. He switched shifts so he could take care of her during the day while Grace and I were at work, and insisted that we go house-hunting, because he didn’t want his daughter growing up in an apartment.
The place we found was a nice, cozy three-bedroom with a detached garage apartment, holding space for three cars. It was ideal for us, because we worked it out for Grace, the baby and me to have the house, and Nic would move most of his stuff into the garage apartment. When he went on dates, he’d have a place to bring his women friends for a private fuck, and then when he was done with that, he could either spend his time alone in his new digs or drag in to join us. It gave him more freedom, but we also saw less of him because he’d be working while we were sleeping, and taking care of our Angel while we were working.
When weekends came, though, family time was intense. The first six weeks after Angel’s birth, when Grace couldn’t have penetrative sex, Nic and I would play while she watched, or we’d give her what pleasure we could and finish up with each other. Once she could do the wild thing again, as soon as the baby would go down for a nap, we’d all retreat to the master bedroom to make love. It took us a while, but we managed to work out the kinks so that we could maintain our relationship without fear of anyone being left out.
After a couple of years, we started talking about adding to our little family, and since Grace was doing well at her job and I’d graduated college and gotten my teaching degree, we decided it was time. We also decided the next baby would be hers and mine, so as soon as we decided to start trying, that limited what Nic could do with her. We agreed she could blow him anytime, but no play down south. Her pussy was just for me until we were sure she was pregnant.
Invariably, whenever Grace and I would determine peak days for conception and head off to make a baby, Nic was right there with us. And always, I’d end up the filling in a love sandwich between him and Grace. It took us three months to conceive, and I thought it wouldn’t be a bit different this time than it had been the first.
Only it was. I knew the baby inside her was mine, and that knowledge produced such incredible feelings in me. There are no words for describing that experience, because they’d be only mere shades of the wonder, the pride and love, the sense of protectiveness that I felt for her. It was magic, and that brought about an even deeper connection between Nic and me, because I understood now what he’d felt when Grace was carrying his baby.
It made me horny as hell, and when she started getting morning sickness, she sort of pushed Nic and me together to deal with our hormones. It seemed like we were fucking all the time, stealing kisses while we played with Angel, rolling around on the floor with her and then sneaking off for a quick romp while Grace watched the baby.
Those were crazy times.
Baby #2 was a fair-haired little boy, just like his daddy, and though he was more demanding than his big sister, he’s still a pleasure and a joy.
Less than a year later, we started talking about another baby, just have all the kids we wanted and get it done so we could concentrate on raising them and still be young enough to enjoy our retirement when the children were grown.
We were talking about the rest of our lives, and it wasn’t just Grace and me. Nic was right there with us, just as serious about the whole thing, about staying together, about being a family. That amazed me. It shook me up a little, because I began to realize that his commitment to us was genuine and deep.
So we decided we’d just take a shot in the dark with the next baby, play sperm roulette. Whenever I had sex with Grace, Nic would, too, and vice versa. The idea turned all of us on, in a very big way.
When Grace told us the time was right, we sent the kids off to her parents’ house for the night and had a nice dinner, some wine, put on some music and danced together in the living room as our clothes came off. We took our time, kissing and touching each other, keeping Grace in the middle, rubbing against her. By the time we made it to the bedroom, Nic and I had our fingers in her, both of our hands jostling for space between her legs.
She was wet, hungry, wild.
“I want both of you,” she panted, her blond hair down in her face, strands flicking outward with each breath. “Both in my pussy at the same time. I wanna try it. Okay?”
She was looking into my eyes, her fair face flushed with wine and desire, her nipples hard against my chest.
“Don’t wanna hurt you, baby,” I breathed, more than a little afraid of that idea. “We’d be too much. I don’t-“
“Just wanna try it,” she promised. “Please. If it hurts, we’ll stop. Okay?”
“Fuck,” Nic gusted against the back of her neck. “Won’t be easy, but damn!”
“I’ve pushed two babies out of there,” she reminded me with a lopsided, beautiful grin. “Getting two dicks in should be no problem.”
I had my reservations, but I’d apparently been out-voted.
We got onto the bed, Nic and I sitting with our legs entwined, facing each other, our cocks pushed up together in his grip. He stroked us, and his hand on me, his dick so hot against mine, made me kind of crazy. I was intoxicated, but not by the wine. My lovers were making me drunk with desire and need.
Grace grabbed the lube and drizzled it over us, then carefully knelt over our laps. She settled down slowly, panting hard, her hands braced on my shoulders. I felt her touch us, her legs shaking as she tried to push downward onto us.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped.
We started to go inside, sliding into her, filling her so tightly I thought she had to be in pain. She was gasping, grimacing, but she wasn’t stopping. She closed her teeth over her lower lip and shut her eyes, tipping her head back against Nick’s chest.
His big, dark hands closed over her breasts, pinching and twirling her nipples just the way she liked. I reached down and stroked her clitoris with my fingertips, shocked by how tautly stretched her flesh was. She bucked and jumped then, falling down hard onto us with a wild cry of ecstasy.
Then she was moving, sliding up and down, working us, our dicks smashed together, strangled by her sweet, wet pussy. She was so tight my dick ached. My balls throbbed. My heart pounded.
I looked at them, at Nic’s tanned face behind her pale one, his hands on her breasts, kneading and pulling at her. I glanced downward, staring at our slick cocks disappearing into her pussy, and groaned. It felt so good, so fucking good, and it was so beautiful, seeing them like that, knowing we were both fucking her, that our come would fill her and our sperms race and compete to be the father of her next baby.
I leaned forward and kissed her, and when I let her up for air I pushed closer and kissed Nic.
I came while his tongue was in my mouth, groaning and twitching until the pulses ebbed enough for me to catch my breath. My dick started to soften, but Grace’s wild riding wouldn’t let me escape. I yelled when Nic came, his throbbing and Grace’s thrusts setting my nerves on fire. It was too much and I couldn’t move, couldn’t pull out or get away. It hurt so good, all I could do was hold onto her hips and try to keep her still.
Nic’s hand slipped between us, digging against my dick, grinding against her clitoris, making her scream and gasp and writhe on our half-hard rods.
She collapsed against me, finally still, all of us shaking and panting and utterly amazed by what we’d just done.
She had a little trouble walking the next day and couldn’t sit down, so we had to wait a day before we could make any further attempts, but we decided this would be the most fair way of rolling the dice for fatherhood. Every time we tried to conceive, we did it that way, and other times when we knew the window of opportunity had closed, we’d take turns.
Grace conceived right away, and this time, both Nic and I got to share that sense of wonder, neither of us knowing which was the father.
As fortune would have it, she gave birth to twins, neither dark nor light, with features that could have belonged to either of us. Without a paternity test, we couldn’t tell who made the boys, and we were all three just fine with that.
Grace got her tubes tied when they were born and Nic got a vasectomy shortly afterward. I decided to keep my nuts intact, because if something went wrong and I got Grace pregnant again, I’d be okay with that.
For the moment, we had all the family we needed, and in our own unusual way, it worked for us. The kids belonged to all of us. Grace was Mommy, I was Daddy, and then there was Papa Nic, or just Papa. If our families suspected anything, they didn’t tell us. It wasn’t their business, anyway.