“Yes!” she cries out. “Please!”
I can tell by the sound of her voice the moment she meets her climax because it almost busts open my speakers. Arthur roars behind her, a sound I’ve never heard him make.
“Going to breed you. Put it all in you.”
And then he does, his abs tightening as he sinks into her one last time. Thick, white cum spills out, and Arthur groans. Sienna’s legs give way, and he falls to the bed with her, his face almost appearing on the feed.
I don’t know what to think as my husband pulls out of her, sending even more of his cum spilling onto the bed.
“Well,” Sienna says in an unsteady voice, “hope you enjoyed that, folks.” She blows a kiss to the camera, then shuts it off, hours early.
I sit in the darkness of the office that will become the fawn’s room, my cum dripping onto my hand.
What the fuck do I do about this?
Six
Arthur
I’m panting and sweating as Bree flips off her stream and closes the lid of her computer. I’m still inside her, both of us flopped down on the bed, me just barely holding myself up on one elbow so I don’t crush her.
I don’t want to pull out even though I’m getting soft. The way she clenched me, the way she still ripples with each of her heavy breaths, makes it feel impossible to leave. But I really do need to get home soon. My excuse of having a drink with some friends after yoga will only last so long.
I lean down and kiss along Bree’s back as I gently withdraw, and even I’m surprised by how much of my cum spills out of her.
“If you aren’t pregnant yet, this should do the trick,” I joke, sitting back on my knees as she turns over. Now she’s on her back, breasts splayed to either side of her sternum, her plump belly rising and falling. Her green eyes are alight, a smile playing on her lips.
“How are you so good at that if you have no experience with women?”
I crouch over her again, bracketing her with my arms, leaning down closer to breathe her in. The scent of sex is incredible, marvelous, and it almost makes me hard all over again.
“Your body tells me what it wants.” I lower myself so our bellies are pressed together. Slowly, I bring my head down toward hers, and her face slackens with surprise. Then her eyes close and she meets me partway, her lips pressing into mine.
She feels great even just like this, soft and pliable under my mouth. I keep it light but tender, because the last thing I need is to get riled up and then have sex with her again.
“Tissue?” I ask as I pull away.
She points to the table beside the bed, so I reach in for a roll of toilet paper and clean her up.
“I’m sorry.” I get up, tossing the tissues in the trash. “I need to get home.”
I can see that she’s not pleased about it, but Bree nods anyway. “Alright. Thanks for coming over.” She gets up off the bed and gives me a peck on the cheek. “Maybe we can do it again soon.”
I love the sound of that. I’ll be in the throes of rut for another few weeks, and I can’t imagine my lust will fade all that much afterward. I fantasize about Bree swelling up with our fawn and my dick is a willing recipient of this image.
Before I can get carried away, I pull on my clothes and a naked Bree walks me to the door.
“Thank you,” I say before I step out. “Thank you for giving me this.” I kiss her once more, then head home.
I’m nearly at the house when I finally decide that I’m not going to tell Bennett or Jack. It’s not against the rules to sleep with Bree, per se, but I don’t know whether they would understand what I did today, so I don’t want to even open the can of worms. Especially not with Jack, as sensitive as he is after Marilee. He won’t understand.
When I get home, the front light is on, but the kitchen light is off. Jack’s car isn’t here yet, but Bennett’s is. Maybe he got takeout.
I make sure to spray some cologne on myself so I don’t smell like Bree before I head inside. The lights are all off except for the office, so Bennett’s probably been in there playing video games for a while. Must have lost track of time, like he often does.
I peek into the office and sure enough, Bennett is sitting in front of his computer, staring at the screen. Lightly I tap my knuckles on the door, and his head jolts up. I can’t make out the expression that crosses his face when he sees me, but whatever it is, it’s not the smile I expected.
“Arthur,” he says, getting to his feet. “You’re home.”
