I wear sexy clothes for him, I run my hands over his body and he won't, or maybe can't, respond. I'm dying here. I want you to father my next baby."I ...pat out my drink and damn near choked to death. "WHAT?!? You want me to do what?" Father my c***d. I mean, you want to fuck me don't you?" Well, yes, but, I mean, that's a lot to ask." I turned to my wife, "And what do you have to say about this?" Gee, I don't know. Why don't the two of you have sex and then I'll give you my answer."I must have. It’s a business arrangement. A contract.” I pushed down harder and rubbed my cock against her clit faster. She trembled and gasped. “F-fine. You won’t be able to resist anyway.” “We’ll see about that,” was what I said. The truth was that I wanted to jam it in her balls deep that very instant. This was the full-blown fantasy I’d daydreamed about – not just the half-measures I’d hoped for. Since I’d found a loophole, I was going to get everything I could out of it. Her breasts rose and fell at a. He smiled the biggest, sweetest, sexiest smile imaginable. "Wow! Mum, you're fucking gorgeous!". His words were like a bolt of electricity that hit me straight between the legs. All I could manage was a quiet, slightly shy, "Thank you". "Come closer" he said. I hesitated for a moment, then took a few steps towards him. He shuffled to the side of the bed, slid his feet over the side and sat facing me. His eyes level with my pounding chest. My hands still gripped my gown, my tits fully. The love I feel for her at that moment is so overpowering, so all-encompassing that it?s absolutely incredible. Our tongues entwine as we once again explore each other?s mouths, my hands upon her breasts with a love I can?t describe. I soon find one slipping down across her stomach and to her pubes which I cup and squeeze so lovingly. The feeling one I can almost share with her in a sort of sympathetic understanding. No sooner do our lips part than she insists we trade places, saying.