Chapter 19: Probabilities

Peter explained on my first cellphone call with him that he never wanted to meet me. I guess I could understand that. It was his way of coping with the way they’d chosen to resolve their family situation. We talked about a few arrangements and requirements.

‘Beth’, ‘Peter’, and I knew each other’s real names. They were in the legal document that they executed absolving me from any responsibility should a child emerge from the union I was to have with ‘Beth’. I signed a copy and had notarized my signature on several copies the same way they had. I kept one and gave the others to Beth when I saw her, as agreed.

Peter called me again a few days before I was to spend an entire weekend with Beth. He told me, “Adam, I want you to make love to my wife. I want this baby, if one results, to come from a loving connection. I want you to leave her breathless and hungry for more, but, please, there won’t be more unless we jointly initiate the contact with you.”

I told Peter, “I’m anxious to please Beth and to hopefully help you both accomplish your goals. Please be a good father. I will always wonder, but anything beyond our weekend is in your control, not mine.”

Peter affirmed, “I will love this child so that no one will ever suspect that I’m not the real father – and a damned good one, too. This child will be provided for like you won’t believe. I promise you that I will love the baby just like it was my own.”

I added, “Just to be clear, I have destroyed the $25,000 check you wrote. It was excessive. There is no charge. I am merely helping another human with a problem they have. I wish you ... and everyone ... all the best.”

That was the last time we talked.

I picked up Beth, as arranged, at the Westin Hotel in town Friday at five o’clock. She wasn’t staying there, but we’d picked that as a good neutral locale to meet and establish our first face-to-face connection.

Beth got into my car just after I pulled up at the main entrance. She had a large purse and a backpack that she put in the backseat. She then got into the passenger seat of my Camaro, and I started to drive to our destination – a place I’d picked with Connie’s help and recommendation.

I immediately became aware that Beth was staring at me. I glanced at her and smiled, but my look posed the obvious question.

Beth said, “Forgive me for being a stare freak about you. You have got to be the identical twin brother to my husband. Every feature I can see is identical. Your voice is the same, and your smile and how its delivered. He’s older, but ... you two are identical. He’s just a slightly older version.”

I said, “You did pick me because I looked like him. I assume if we have a child, that there’ll also be a strong resemblance.”

“We have some things to do before that’s a known quantity,” she said with a smirk.

I emphasized, “I would have donated and done IVF to help you out.”

“We’d rather you make a little money, plus I have my own reasons to do it this way.”

“May I ask about those? I told Peter to forget about the money.”

“You may. I have only been with one man sexually in my life – Peter. He had some experience with other women, and I am certain that he had an affair of some kind a year or two ago. He knows that I know. Being with another man was going to be partly retribution, but oddly enough I no longer care about that. I just want my own time with another man. Call it curiosity ... but I just need to know.”

“Is Peter taking this easily?”

She smiled at me, “I didn’t give him a choice. He’s between a rock and a hard place, as they say. He needs an heir to qualify for his grandfather’s largess and fortune. He would like to feel less pressure to work the way he has been to sustain our lifestyle, but I don’t care either way. So, partly this is specifically for him.

“I filled in the other side with my wish to have an affair of some kind so I took a stand. I was willing to adopt, but I guess grandfather’s documents require a ‘blood’ heir. All of those vials of blood that you gave for the genetic testing happened to get labeled with Peter’s name. That’ll take care of the match to the baby’s DNA should there be any question. The lab is highly reputable so no one will question the results.”

I shook my head, “A little subterfuge is good for the soul.”

We drove in silence for a bit as Beth studied me. I’d glance at her occasionally, usually with a smile. This weekend was not onerous duty.

Beth was thirty-two – a slightly busty brunette with hair far down her back. She was wearing a scoop-neck top that showed enough of her chest and shoulder on one side for me to see the white tan lines from when she probably wore a bikini and was in the sun.

I asked, “Did you bring your bathing suit?”

She nodded. “You said this place was a casual resort. I came prepared for all but a really formal dinner.”

“I’ve not been here either. Connie recommended it. She said everything was pretty casual and very beachy. I brought plenty of sunscreen as a result.”

Beth teased, “Oh, I thought we were going to be in bed with you filling my womb with semen most of the time. According to all sorts of tracking statistics about my body, I’m ovulating at my peak this weekend, by the way. The probability is high that something will happen.”

I responded, “Oh, we’ll take care of that part of things within thirty minutes of our arrival. The rest is all just fun for you and me.” I reached across and squeezed her hand.

Touching her was like throwing the switch on a huge hydro-electric plant. There was a huge spark and she surged into action. Beth undid her seatbelt and lunged across the console so she could kiss me. We were going seventy on the Interstate. I kissed back and then re-established some stability to our route as she sat down again.

“You kiss nice,” she said.

“I have places other than your lips to kiss, too. I presume you enjoy receiving oral sex. I usually enjoy long sessions with my tongue playing the role of my cock in pleasing a woman.”

She blushed, “Oh, God, yes. Peter prefers that I do him, but doesn’t reciprocate much.”

“We’ll fix that somewhat while we’re together. Maybe if you tell him in detail about it, he’ll get a little competitive and establish a new practice with you.” I paused and said, “Do you have any other preferences while we’re together, or conversely anything I should avoid that I might otherwise think was all right?”

“Sex,” Beth affirmed. “I want lots of sex ... with you. I would like to be daring, but I don’t know what that means. I assume you do. I’ve been a very traditional wife in a very traditional marriage for the past seven years. Before that, I was a virgin and a goody-goody. I dated Peter exclusively for three years. This is my one time to breakout a bit. I don’t know what else to say. Give me something to remember.”

I teased, “I might give you a baby; that’ll help you remember.” I chuckled, “Other than that, I’ll leave the whips, chains, and ball-gags in the car, then. Those may be too intense to start with.” I chuckled at her horrified expression.

Our hotel was near Fort Meyers – the San Carlos Beach Resort. We had a suite that opened onto a private terrace, and past that a gate to the pool area. Past the pool, according to the photos I’d studied, was a sandy beach. There didn’t appear to be other homes or hotels nearby, at least for several hundred yards in either direction. In one direction was some kind of protected seashore, whatever that meant.

I checked us in and parked. We both carried our bags to the room.

Beth must have been on a slow boil. I turned to her as soon as the door to the room was closed and we’d set our bags down. I kissed her slowly and hotly on the lips. I stroked down the side of her face and ran my finger along the hem on her top. She slammed into overdrive or hyper-warp or something. She was in my arms and our mouths and bodies couldn’t get close enough together. I worried our lips would bleed. She was fierce.

I peeled off Beth’s blouse with her eager help. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I sucked on her breasts as I undid the belt to her Bermuda shorts. She wasn’t wearing undies either. I thought that might be a signal. Her sandals and the shorts went flying. I got naked in record time, and our nude bodies were together again as we stood and kissed.

Beth was rubbing my cock against her body and fondling the head of the beast. She said, “One rule for the weekend, when you cum, you only cum inside my pussy.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

I swooped under her and picked her up. I carried her to the bed and tossed her into the middle. She shrieked with laughter at my audacious treatment. Her shrieks stopped instantly as my mouth found her sex and I started to munch on her pussy. My tongue was as deep inside as I could get it, and for her that was a great pleasure, it seemed. I licked, lapped, bit, and tongued everything in the region, paying special attention after ten minutes to her clit.

Beth soared into orbit, went into deep space, and came, and then two minutes later repeated and then two minutes after that repeated her spasms. By then, I was using my talented fingers to help assist her to new heights.

Suddenly, Beth sat up and pushed me away. I lay back on the bed uncertain what her issue was. Beth was on me in a microsecond. She took hold of my cock, now modestly hard with some arousal, and she plunged her mouth onto my shaft.

I felt her pause as the head of my cock reached the back of her mouth. I even noticed her gag slightly. She pulled off, and asked, “Have girls been able to deep throat you?”

I told her, “All the time, yes.”

She pushed down on me until she gagged again. I coached her a little on what I knew about doing that. Allie had used me for demonstration purposes with Lily a couple of weeks earlier.

Suddenly, Beth’s nose pushed against my pubes. She held the position for about ten seconds and kind of bounced forward and back. She then extracted me from her mouth and gasped for air.

“I DID IT!” she crowed.

“And it was sexy as all hell. Thank you. That was very arousing, as you can no doubt tell.”