Sketches and talks.

As George slowly pulled out of his wife, Abbey lazily leant over and grabbed his cock, squeezing it and milking him into the condom as she pulled it off him. “Oh my, you came so much. You really like fucking Anthony’s cum deeper into your fertile wife don’t you?”

George moaned again as he watched Abbey bring the full condom up to her lips where she sucked it into her mouth. “Mmm,” she moaned, “your cum in my stomach and Anthony’s in my cunt.”

“Oh God,” George moaned in response, “that is so hot.”

Abbey laughed, “You like me eating your cum?”

“You know I do. Now, you said you had some sketches for me to see?” he asked her.

She nodded happily, “Yeah, come on, we can have a drink and see if you like any of the sketches.” She rolled out of bed to her feet and stumbled slightly. “God, my legs feel like jelly, kind of soft,” she said with a happy smile.

“Your cunt was certainly soft,” he said with a big grin.

Abbey shook her head with a laugh, “I’m sure if you had your way, I would be full of cum 24/7.” Abbey lead George out of the bedroom and down to the living room.

“Is that an option?” he asked along the way. He saw in the living room there was a bottle of red and a black plastic folder.

Abbey turned to look at him as she picked up the bottle, “Not if you want Anthony to knock me up. Now sit, and I will show you the sketches.” She poured a glass for each of them before picking up the black folder.

As she opened it to show him the first sketch, he moaned. It showed a heavily pregnant woman with dark hands reaching around her to hold her belly. “Is that meant to be Anthony?” he asked.

Abbey nodded, “He thought it would be erotic, but it also would be a lot more telling. I mean, if anyone saw it, they would immediately guess it was his child.”

George could feel himself hardening again, picturing Abbey, heavily pregnant, with Anthony’s hands wrapped around her. As he stared at the drawing Abbey reached out and grabbed his cock. “Would you like me to take care of this while you look at the pictures?” she asked.

He shook his head, “No, I want to look through the pictures with you and hear your thoughts," he said as he turned the page.

The second image was a sketch of Abbey lying down, the pearls draped over one breast as her heavy belly raised up over her body. Her head was turned to face the viewer, and George could see a large smile sketched on her face. “Wow, do you think you will be that happy?” he asked his wife.

She smiled at him, “I already am.” She said before turning the page, this sketch was different. A pregnant Abbey stood out on what appeared to be a playing card, his wife as the Queen of Spades. George moaned, and Abbey laughed, “Yeah, this one was just for fun, in between sessions of Anthony’s cock being buried in my cunt. I don’t think I would like to hang it on our wall, but I thought you might enjoy it.”

As he turned to the following sketch, he again moaned, this time because his wife in this sketch looked demur and innocent. She held her hands to her stomach in a cradling loving fashion. “That would look beautiful,” he said softly.

The next and final sketch had her with a cheeky look on her face, the pearls hanging around her neck, but the chain was also in her mouth, a toothy smile showing. “So?” she asked George. “What’s your favourite?”

George thought about it a moment, “The first one or the last two. You?”

She looked at him mischievously, “I might need to try a few more poses with him.”

He laughed, “You just want to get fucked again,” he accused.

She laughed back, “I wouldn’t say just, and it’s not like you aren’t going to get lucky; Jasmine is going to be there for you.”

George moaned again, remembering his secretary and her eggs.

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