Awake, alert, and waiting for her.

Sitting up in bed, Oscar looked over his spectacles, to see his new wife returning to their bedroom. Her hair was a mess, and she was covered in a thin layer of sweat, with one breast exposed and her robe bundled under her arm. "So, how'd it go?" he asked plainly, with the same mild interest a parent would have regarding their child's exam, turning the page of his book.

Grinning, Gail stripped and dumped all of her clothes into their hamper, before waddling over to him. Dog-earing his page, Oscar set the book down on the nightstand, and in the same motion, fed two fingers into her pussy. She winced at his sudden intrusion, as well as feeling his fingers wriggling around inside of her. When he took them out, he studied the sticky liquid intensely, and then said, "I see it went pretty well." Still smiling, Gail nodded excitedly.

Smiling back, he threw aside their blanket, showing off his own erection, and offered his slimy fingers to her. She took them into her mouth, and allowed herself to be led onto the bed, before seating herself onto his cock, the mixed fluids allowing for smooth passage. Licking his fingers clean, she rolled her hips against his, taking great care to not let him churn her insides too much, for fear of letting all of her efforts earlier tonight going to waste. "Oscar, I love you so much," she moaned around his fingers. "I am so happy to have met you."

Around the time she had first started sleeping with Avery, she had already been on some online kink forums, where she was looking if there were any other people out there in similar situations. And that's where she first met Oscar. He didn't have anyone like she did, but he admitted that he found her stories extremely erotic, had a massive **** kink, and after a few public chats, he messaged her privately that he'd like to take her out to coffee. She was hesitant at first, but decided to take a chance, and they were married within a couple of years.

Much to Avery's chagrin.

Taking his fingers out of her mouth, Oscar quickly landed a short sharp smack across her cheek, before grabbing her face. "Gail, you beautiful depraved harlot," he hissed, kissing her fiercely. "Tell me, is this everything you dreamed of?"

Shoving his hand away, Gail glared at him angrily, before leaning in and kissing him just as fiercely. Throwing her arms over his shoulders, she threw some caution to the wind and started bouncing on his cock, eager to get him to cum. "It will be... oh God... it will be," she groaned, resting her forehead on his. "Oh cum for me, you sick bastard... Cum in me right now..."

On what she believed to be the most important date of their lives, even more so than when he proposed, they had revealed to each other their deepest and darkest sexual fantasies. She had always wanted to have another child, but not know who the father was this time. However, she knew that Avery's father would never agree or even understand her wants, so when she was sure that her pregnancy was stable, she left him, and raised Avery all by herself. She had wanted another child at that time, but between raising him and her work as a single mother, she didn't have the time to find anyone she trusted to be potential donors.

Oscar believed that his kink probably stemmed from his past as an orphan, and her closeness to her son is what drew him to her. He also confessed to her that, no matter who the father was, he would always support them, but if she were to have Avery's child, he would be ecstatic.

And it was a few dates later, that they both came up with similar ideas.

With his hands on her hips, he drove himself deep inside of her, before letting himself go. "Oh fuck, there it is," he grunted, forcing her hips down onto his. "Take it Gail. Take all of that sperm..." As his cock throbbed, coating her insides in a fresh coat of white, his mind started to wander. At some point, he would have to speak to Avery, both as a man and as a father figure, and tell him that he knew about his relationship with his mother. He would tell him that he approved of it, and would do nothing to stop them, but if needed, he would have to put his foot down as her legal husband. But, for any chance that that would work, it would require that Avery be less hostile of him, and he could only hope that that would come with time.

Meanwhile Gail, feeling her husband's warmth blend with her son's inside her, the two men she loved and cherished the most, could almost see their sperm racing against each other, desperately seeking her egg. If this was to be her last child, this would be the most erotic 9 months of her life. And given how similar they looked, it would be impossible to know for sure without a DNA test. Seeing her beloved child, who's true father would remain a total mystery, would keep her on tenter hooks for the rest of her life.

But for tonight, she was the happiest woman in the world.