Chapter 18: Pregnant? Dealing With the Paparazzi

“Do it,” I finally said. “Have another baby with me. If that’s what you really want – what you and George want. I’m almost there. You can have my first shot of sperm without any impediments.”

A minute or so later, I let fly all the pent up jism I’d carried for Summer since we last fucked and made love and copulated almost two years earlier – producing my first child. We both felt wave after wave of pleasure wash through us.

Summer moaned so loudly, I was sure the neighbors could hear us. We both slipped into afterglows as we sat face to face in a classic Tantric position. Our hips were stilled, but only for a minute or two, and then we started to move again, little strokes at first that grew to medium length strokes that became long deliberate thrusts where my dick plunged deep into Summer’s already cum filled cunt.

She said, “I’m so squishy, but I know you’re pushing your cum deeper into me – right where my egg is waiting. Maybe now – this second – one of your sperm has bored into my egg, and a new life has begun. Fuck me ... fuck me again and again. Give me more. Cum in me in buckets.”

We went another forty minutes before I exploded again, but Summer kept cresting and swearing and praying for more of my cock. I was her wanton lover. I was her impregnator. Some minutes we made love; and other times we fucked. We were insatiable and couldn’t get enough of each other.

We changed positions many times, ending with Summer beneath me, her legs over my shoulders, and my cock driving into her sodden pussy. I savored my own sloppy seconds. When we came this time, Summer screamed in delight and passion. I jetted another gallon of cum deep into her, my shaft at maximum depth, and our pubic bones pushed hard together.

“Oh God, you are a divine lover. I thank every star that you love me and gave me a piece of you.” She pulled me down for a deep kiss.

I rolled off her and onto the bed next to her.

In the doorway, a very naked Crystal stood with a very naked George behind her. She had that freshly fucked look as she waggled her backside against his tumescent cock. When she turned to kiss him, I saw the glint of light from the cum running down her legs. They too had enjoyed the rest of the evening.

Summer held her arms open to her husband, and the pair moved into the room – Crystal coming to me and George to Summer.

Summer announced calmly, “I’m pregnant again. We made a baby. I hope that’s all right with you. We didn’t plan it, but I think it’s a done deal now.”

George smiled at her and me, “Good. I can’t think of a better way to celebrate the reunion of the two of you. We wanted two children, and now we’ll have them.”

I looked at Crystal, and she kissed me deeply. “You guys are hot,” She said. “You and I have got to back to fucking like that. I actually had a small orgasm watching Summer and you. She is a highly motivated lover. You need to see her more often than what you’ve been.”

I kissed her back, “And, I love you. I hope you know that.”

“I do. I have never considered love to be a zero sum game. The more love you give – sex, love, lust, making love, or any of those terms – the more there is to go around. You’ve taught me that love involves mind, body, and spirit. Everyone knows body to body, but it’s the mind to mind, and the spirit to spirit linkages most people miss. When I watched you making love with Summer, I could see your auras flashing bright and happy colors. I know your minds were engaged; I’ve always known you had a special place in your heart and mind for Summer, and I guessed she did for you. Now, I have no doubt you two connected deeply on every level.”

George looked surprised at Crystal’s insightful comment. Finally, he said, “Crystal you just taught me more about my marriage and making love in that minute you spoke than all the things I’ve heard or read put together. You’ve just blown me away.”

Crystal asked, “Why aren’t you jealous of Jim and Summer making love in your bed – this bed?”

George said, “I ... I’m not sure. I love Summer so much. I knew this was what she’d wanted since the first time they made love. They connected on some level I didn’t understand, and I wanted her to be happy again.”

Crystal said, “That’s called compersion, where you bask in the pleasure of someone you love and you feel good too. The alternative is rage and jealousy, and those are learned responses to particular situations. You say to yourself, ‘If my mate sleeps with someone else, I’m supposed to get outrageously angry and maybe even divorce them.’ What strife over an act of love – where’s the love, the tolerance, and forgiveness in that approach. Isn’t it better to say to yourself, ‘I’m so happy my mate found pleasure, happiness, and love with someone; I hope she can multiply all that and pass it along to me and many others’?”

Summer said, “And George, you know I love you dearly and I always will. I love Jim too, and our son. That doesn’t take anything from you, instead I bring myself back to you with more wisdom and more loving feelings to share than ever before.”

George kissed Summer; “Tonight, I am doubly blessed by Crystal and Summer. Thank you both for all that you are, all that you do, and all that you hope for us.”

After making love with Summer again in the morning, the two of us threw on a minimum of clothes and walked into the living room-kitchen area. Crystal and George were there, also with that ‘Great Morning Fuck’ look on their faces. We all laughed at each other we were so transparent. I went and kissed Crystal, fondling her breasts through the unbuttoned part of a work shirt of George’s she wore. Summer kissed George, the t-shirt she wore riding up over her shapely butt; she wore a thong, as she put it, ‘to hold as much of Jim’s man juice inside me as I can.’

Little James sat in a high chair with a plastic bowl of Cheerios in it. Somehow, he’d turned half of them to mush and had them spread over most of his face and the tray in front of him. He looked supremely happy.

The rest of us had a light breakfast, cleaned up Little Jim, and then went out on the patio to sit and talk. James sat on the floor with several toys, favoring those that made the most noise.

I sat down next to my son and started the ball rolling on the discussion we avoided the night before; “OK, what do we do about the media, the baby, you guys, and us – particularly, now that Summer is pregnant again.” I stated the last point as a positive statement, although we were far from any verification of the growing embryo.

George and Crystal didn’t even look surprised. He got a pad of paper; “Let’s write down options.”

Crystal said, “First, we do nothing. The situation is what it is. We never deny or confirm any of it. James Mellon grows up happy and content with you after a little bit of publicity now that he’ll never remember, and the whole thing will blow over when Lindsay or Brittany do something, or JLo gets married or divorced again.”

As George wrote, I said, “Or, the four of us hold a press conference. We bring James, and we tell them exactly what transpired, how we think – the stuff we were talking about last night, and let the chips fall where they may. The truth is hard to shade; we’d rob the media of the ability to speculate. Each of us tells what they think about the situation, we even tell them you might be pregnant again, and then it becomes ‘So what?’ And, as Crystal said, in a few weeks it’ll all be forgotten as some real scandal arises.”

Summer summarized thus far, “Do nothing or lay it all out there. Is there a middle ground?” She put her long legs across mine. I started to stroke her legs right up to her thong. She shuddered across her whole body, and gave me a look of longing.

Crystal chuckled at her, “Lady, you are in heat for this guy. If you want to go jump his bones, please go ahead. I might like to watch, however.” She snickered at her lascivious suggestion.

Summer said something that shocked us all, “You can watch, but only if you sit on my face so I can eat your pussy. Jim said you taste wonderful, and I want to know what he tastes – to love you as much as he does. I want to be one with him and one with you and one with George; we all merge into one loving mass.” She smiled sheepishly.

I said to her as a question, “Bedroom, now?”

She shook her head, “No, later, otherwise I’ll get sore. I meant what I said though.”

George said, “Ahem, back to options.”

We couldn’t figure out any graceful way to explain how my sperm got into Summer’s vagina to produce either one or two babies. We made love, period.

We thought of different ways to talk about why we had made love: desperation to have a baby and to be a father – but there was more than that. We considered a request from a friend I would do anything for invoking our high school and Special Forces brotherhood – but then why would Summer have been so willing to honor her husband’s crazy request. Were we that loose morally that her husband just let me fall in bed with his wife and fuck her until she got pregnant? Was the baby the main goal; is that sufficient to generate public sympathy for our unusual approach?

Crystal said, “What about the whole ‘open relationship’ approach? We’re not the only people in the country to share partners, or love multiple people. Polyamory is a legitimate living style for at least a couple of million people.”

I pondered that, “I can think of several Hollywood types that have acknowledged open marriages or open relationships: Will and Jada Smith, Amelia Earhart, and Robert Heinlein, to name a few. Could we hold them up as examples?”

Summer said, “Probably not, since to our knowledge none of them did the mix of relationships to have a baby.”

George said, “Do we just throw ourselves on the doorstep of public opinion and accept what happens?”

I ventured, “It won’t all be against us. It’ll be like Crystal’s Playboy spread, part of the country was vehemently condemning and the vast majority loved it; I suppose there was the silent majority that didn’t care one way or the other. Here, most won’t care, a few will condemn like the radical right, and others may spring to our defense just to take the other side. It’ll raise a whole bunch of social issues about adoption programs, cost, and bureaucracy, and the rights of polyamorous and legitimate parents.”

Summer said, “You know when we filed the birth certificate, we couldn’t lie; we had to say that you were the father.” She looked at me hoping I wouldn’t be mad.

I thought for a moment. “What you did was fine. To the best of my knowledge, there’s no reason I can’t let the mother raise the child with anyone she sees fit to be with. You live fine lives, and except for this situation are pillars of your community. Plus, you are a wounded vet who gave up part of a leg and your fertility for your country.”