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Can I Get a Straitjacket in XL Please?

I arrived home that evening with my wife.  On the way
home, she tried to get me up to speed on what was
going on.  As it turns out, April was there when she
received the call from the Jacobsen's.  She was really
trying to decide what to get me for my birthday. 
April did suggest herself.  After she recovered from
her shock at the idea, it started to make a little
sense to her too.

As for the pregnancy, my wife had asked April if she
wanted me to use a condom.  April told her she didn't
think it was necessary because she had recently missed
her period.  They ended up doing one of those home
pregnancy test and confirmed it.

I didn't know whether my wife new that I had already
spent a little quality time with April or not.  I kept
my mouth shut.  It actually felt good to know
something that at least one other person in the world
didn't know already.  Damn.  I'm not sure she doesn't
know.

We came inside to the idyllic scene of my three
children planted in front of the television.  April,
who was watching the kids for my wife, wasn't in the
room with them.  I went upstairs to change clothes.

I heard it before I saw it.  It was obvious that there
was more than one person in my bedroom.  It was also
obvious that they were involved in a rather passionate
activity.  There were a lot of slurps and moans. 
Please tell me she didn't bring a boy here while she
was supposed to be watching my daughters.

I peeked around the corner of the door.  April's tiny
white ass was wiggling in my general direction.  She
was kneeling neatly between Melody's legs and eating
her pussy with youthful exuberance.  It was obvious
that Melody was appreciative of the work that April
was doing.

I continued watching.  April slowly kissed her way up
Melody's stomach to her voluptuous breasts.  She took
one of the nipples in her mouth and sucked.  Having
had felt the skill with which she used her mouth, I
could imagine what Melody was feeling when she moaned
and pulled April's head tighter against her chest.

April had maneuvered herself between Melody's legs and
was able to flex her hips forward a bit.  Melody
rotated her hips toward April and it appears that
their pussies touched.  They moaned simultaneously and
April collapsed against Melody's graceful neck.

Having now been elected El Presidente Para Vida, Pedro
was pushing at the front of my slacks in a most
uncomfortable way.  I quickly stripped off my clothes
and made for the bed.

I hadn't taken half a step when a hand wrapped around
my cock and redirected me out of the room.  I hadn't
noticed my wife's arrival, but it was apparent that
she hand been there a few minutes.  She was flushed
and panting.

I thought she was dragging me off simply because she
really needed to get screwed.  She later told me that
it wasn't my place to interrupt the two ladies on the
bed.  They may well have welcomed me, but it was best
to let them share their first intimate moments without
any interruptions.  How do women possibly put that
many thoughts together when they are horny? 
Unbelievable.

My wife led me to the only available room with a bed;
my daughters'.  In that room we had a couple of
options.  The toddler bed that my three year old uses
is right by the door.  That isn't really built for
anything over, say, 65 pounds.  I had lost some
weight, but I wasn't going to make that anytime soon. 
Besides, Dora the Explorer looking over my wife's
shoulder while I was trying to get her off would have
freaked me out a little too much.

The other option was one of my older daughters' bunk
beds.  Very brief consideration eliminated the top
bunk.  It was just too much work to get up there for
one thing.  The bottom bunk it was.

My wife flopped on the bed, I dove in after her.  Her
pussy was wide open and ready.  I started to lick the
lips of her pussy.  She grabbed my hair and pulled me
up.

"Don't you dare!  I need a cock and I want it right
now."

This was apparently a day for taking orders from other
people.  I was already between her legs.  It was a
simple matter to shift a bit to line up my cock and
then ram it home.

She was right.  She didn't need any of the preliminary
rounds this time.  She was nearly cumming already by
the time I hit bottom.  Her legs wrapped around me and
tried to pull me deeper.  I started thrusting into
her.  She wanted more.

I flipped her over so she was on her knees, facing
away from me.  I pushed her upper body down so that
she was resting on her elbows.  I pushed as deep as I
could in one thrust.  Truth be known, it was probably
a little too deep.  I was able to slam straight into
her cervix from this angle.  She howled into the
tie-dyed pillow that was under her head.  I stopped
dead.

"What the hell are you doing back there?" she hissed

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go that deep."

"What?!??!  Arrgh!!!  Shut up and fuck me!  Now!! And
don't hold back either!"

Well alright then.  I pulled back so that only the
head of my cock remained inside her.  I slammed deep
again.  She was adjusting to the feeling of something
rubbing against her cervix.  I pulled back and slammed
in once again.

"Yesssssss!!!" 

I set up a rhythm.  Slow at first, but using the full
length of my cock.  I gradually began increasing the
frequency of my thrusts.  Her gasps kept time with me.
 Every time I would hit bottom, a rush of air would
expel from her lungs.  She came again, violently,
screaming into the pillow.  She was wound tighter than
I had ever seen her.  It was obvious that the events
of the day had not left her unaffected.

I wasn't far behind her.  Her ample lubrication
allowed me to stave off my impending orgasm, but it
wouldn't hold for long.  I increased my tempo.  She
kept screaming.

Every physical object has a natural frequency at which
it vibrates harmonically.  Sometimes this is achieved
with pleasant results; say a nice chord on a pipe
organ.  Sometimes the results are disastrous; a bad
harmonic vibration can bring down an airliner.  This
case was one of the latter.  The harmonic frequency of
this particular bunk bed was evidently the exact
frequency at which I was thrusting into my wife.

Within three thrusts a slat from the top bunk had hit
me in the head.  Dazed, but on autopilot, I continued
thrusting.  I was the poster child for tenacity.  My
dedicated fucking of my wife continued among a rain of
lumber from the rapidly disintegrating upper bunk. 
This was followed shortly by the mattress, then the
posts.  Thankfully the posts landed on the mattress
and not one of our heads.  Somewhere during the melee,
I was able to bury myself deep in my wife and cum.

All of this was too much for the bottom bunk.  It
collapsed with little effort, but a good deal of
noise.

We dug our way out of our new pile of firewood.  Too
bad we don't have a fireplace.  We were greeted by the
sight of five pairs of eyes wide in astonishment.  Two
pairs belonged to the naked women we had left in our
bedroom.  The other three belonged to my children.  I
had a feeling there might be therapy bills to pay for
this later on.

April started it.  She snickered.  Melody followed. 
Soon every one was rolling on the floor in laughter. 
April donned one of my tee shirts and guided the
children back downstairs.  Melody was soon presentable
to reasonably polite company as well.

My wife and I dug out of the pile of bed that we had
created, threw on some clothes and tried to straighten
up the girls room just a bit.  They would have to
sleep on the mattresses on the floor for tonight.

I was just beginning to wonder if we had the money
right now to replace that piece of furniture.  A
thought flitted through my head.  I would only have to
have a couple of "appointments" at work before I could
buy another bed, with plenty left over.

I sighed.  This was not the way I had imagined things
working out this year.  It seems, however, that I had
already started accepting the new insanity that was
becoming my life.


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