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Subject: {ASSM} Night Prowlers ( cheat, preg, MM/F)
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Night Prowlers
                                 By
                               Mandil


My sister Nathalie got married when I was sixteen. She was nineteen
when she married Mike Fletcher who was her school sweetheart.

I know for a fact that neither she nor Mike ever went out with anyone
else before they met. When Mike graduated from college he opened his
own electronic store and soon things were going so well that he had
over a dozen people working for him.

Four years after they were married it was my turn to get married to
Cynthia, a girl I had met while attending college. By now my sister
was twenty-three and she was still without a child. I knew that they
often went to see the doctors to see if there was anything wrong with
them, but Mike or my sister never said anything as to what could be
the problem.

I could tell that Mike was greatly disappointed, he loved children a
great deal and beside he was well aware that his wife wanted to be a
mother more than anything else in the world. I knew also aware that it
was only a question of time before it would begin to affect their
marriage. But there was nothing I could do about it; the problem was a
private matter between them

Cynthia and I bought a house next to my sister's house and soon the
four of us began to go out together. We had been going on trips and
camping together for a couple of years and every time I would see Mike
I felt sorry for him. After all those years he and my sister were
still waiting and hoping for theirs first born.

Life is funny I told myself, Cynthia and I were taking a lot of
precautions so that she wouldn't get pregnant, while on the other hand
my sister Nathalie and Mike were trying as hard as they could to have
a baby and this without success.

By that time I was more than ready to get started on a family of my
own. But my wife wanted to wait a little so that we could have more
time to enjoy life together before we got started of a family. While
she knew that I was anxious to be a father, she didn't feel ready yet
to take her role as a mother.

One Sunday afternoon while Mike and I were alone in my living room, -
his wife and Cynthia had gone to his place so that Nathalie could show
her the new dress she had just bought - he began to confess to me that
their failure to have a child was beginning to affect their marriage.

"More than anything else in the world," he told me, "Nathalie would
want a baby. But it never seems to happen. The doctors told us that we
were both in good health and there is nothing wrong with me or
Nathalie."

"You have to be patient with these things Mike. You can't force
nature, things must take their own course."

I really felt bad for him and I knew exactly how he must have been
feeling since I was also anxious to become a father. But in my case I
knew that it was going to happen soon, while as for Mike, his hopes
were pretty slim now after five years of trying.

"I don't think that I will ever be a father." He finally admitted to
me

"Of course you will. The doctors told you that there was nothing wrong
with you and neither is there anything wrong with Nathalie, it's only
a question of time."

"No, time had nothing to do with it. I might as well tell you this. I
had an accident when I was fourteen; I was climbing over a fence when
I felt on it as I had reach the top. It hit me right on the balls and
I was knocked unconscious for almost an hour. When I came back to
senses, my balls were so swollen that I could hardly walk. I am sure
that something happened to me then and it is preventing me from
impregnating Nathalie."

"But the doctors told you that everything was fine with you."

"Yes they did, but still I think that they are wrong, how else can I
explain my failure to impregnate her. There is nothing wrong with my
wife, she is in perfect health."

We had to stop talking about his plight then since both women were
back and it was evident to me that Mike didn't want either of them to
know what we had been talking about.

A couple of weeks later Mike phoned me, he asked me to come to his
house. Nathalie was gone shopping and he wanted to discuss something
of the utmost importance with me.

"Listen Jack," he told me once we were face to face, " I have a favor
to ask of you. But first I want you to feel free to refuse, and if you
do I will understand and it won't affect our friendship."

I was really intrigued. Jack had no money problem, he had a big house
that was all paid for and he had a prospering business, so money was
not the problem. What could he want from me, and more important still,
how could I help him?

"Shoot pall. If I can help you in any way, you know I will do it. What
is it that you want?"

"Well it is a delicate matter and I wouldn't want to offend you,
therefore promise me first that whatever I propose to you, you won't
get angry at me."

Now more than ever I was curious as well as anxious to know what he
was going to say.

"Listen Mike, you have known me for almost ten years now, you know
that Nathalie and I we never went out with anyone else before or after
our marriage. At this point in out marriage I think that she really
want a baby. I can tell that she is beginning to have doubts about her
ever having one. The point is, it is beginning to affect her health
and since I can't make her the child she so desperately want, I am
thinking of asking someone else to impregnate her."

"Are you serious? Think of the consequences. If you go on with this
plan and if your wife does get pregnant, you will both know that you
are not the father. Further more that man whom you are thinking of
choosing, will also know. He might one-day want to have the custody of
his child. Beside my sister will never agree to this."

"You are right on your last objection. Nathalie will never agree. This
is why she will have to be impregnated while she thinks she is having
sex with me. As for the real father of her child, I don't think he
will ever causes problems for us, he is a really nice guy and you know
him well."

"I do? Whom do you have in mind? He may not agree to this."

"Well this is why I am asking you."

I couldn't see the point of this discussion. He was not asking me my
opinion he had already made up his mind on the matter, so why was he
asking me? It then hit me. He had chosen me, and he was asking me if I
was willing to be the father of my sister's child.

"Wait a minute. I can't do this. Nathalie is my sister and what you
are proposing would be incest. It would be very wrong for me to do
this. Beside there is no way on earth that she will agree with this."

"She doesn't have to agree. She won't even know that you are the
father, she will think that I am. Beside there is no one else that I
could trust enough, you are my last hope Paul."

"Just a minute, you lost me somewhere. Explain to me how it is
possible for her not to know who is f... who is having sex with her."

"Ok here it is. As you know, in two weeks the four of us we are going
to Niagara Fall for a week. On the way to and back from there we will
sleep in motels along the way. Well, instead of renting separate rooms
as we usually do, we will drive an hour more so that when it is time
to stop to rent a room, there won't be any single room left. Or if
there are any, we will say that there is only one room left and it has
two double beds.

Later, during the night while it is dark in the room, I will get up to
go to the bathroom. When it appears to you that I am done, you will
get out of bed as though you also want to use the bathroom. As soon as
we meet, in front of the bathroom's door, you will go to my wife's bed
thus replacing me there. If she is awake, she will think that it is I
returning from the bathroom and go back to sleep. I will remain in the
bathroom for a minute or so then I will go to your bed."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I told myself that he must be
tremendously desperate indeed to have thought of such a scheme. But in
the back of my mind I had to admit to myself that it was a well
thought off plan. It even made me feel a little exited just listening
to him proposing this impossible exchange.

"Before you go any further," I finally told him," I admit that what
you have told me so far is possible. But do you expect me to have sex
with Nathalie, and worst still, while I am doing so, she has to think
that you are the one in bed with her."

"No problem there. I will coach you on our sex habits. In bed she
usually wear a thin gown with panties underneath, I know that she will
be wearing a gown in the motel room. But this will cause no problem I
assure you. For the last couple of months I took into the habit of
having sex with her in the middle of the night while she is lying on
her side. I just lift her gown around her waist and pull her panties
down and do my duty. Sometimes we both fall asleep while my penis is
still lodged within her.

Last week I even fucked her while she was sleeping, she didn't even
know about it until the next morning when she realized that she was
all wet."

"But what about Cynthia. If she ever find out the truth it will be the
end of our marriage. Beside, you will be laying next to her. Even
though she is a very sound sleeper, should she ever discover that you
in her bed with her instead of me, all hell would break loose."

"I have thought of that also. We will fill the girls with wine in the
evening and they will both be half knocked out when they go to bed. As
for Cynthia, well I can swear to you that I won't lay a hand on her.
So what do you say?"

"That is some wild proposition. I don't know; I will have to think
about it. But how do you know that Nathalie will get pregnant? It
usually takes more than one fuck to get a women pregnant."

"Well let me see, we are going to be spending six nights in motel's
rooms. I figure that six shoots should do it."

"You want me to do this every night while we are of the road? This
could be risky, we might pull it off one time, but six times is very
risky."

"Remember the girls will be drinking plenty of wine, beside a client
of mine gave me some pills that when taken with a glass of wine makes
a girl all sleepy and very willing."

"No. Definitely not, if I am to help you in this plan of your, there
will be no pills. Otherwise count me out."

"No pills then. But do you agree to help me?"

"Let me think about it. I am too shocked now and I can't think
straight."

We didn't talk about his plan for the next couple of days. But it was
always in the back of my mind. Ever since I was sixteen I had dreamed
of fucking my sister Nathalie and now I had the possibility of doing
just that. I felt that by accepting Mike's proposal, I was taking
advantage of him because having sex with my sister had always been a
secret urge of mine.

Two days before we were to leave for Niagara Fall, Mike came to my
house while Cynthia and Nathalie were shopping and he asked me if I
had made up my mind on his proposal.

"I will do it on one condition," I told him. "You must promise me that
if anything goes wrong and if your plan is discovered, you will take
full responsibility for it. You will say it was your idea and that you
asked me to do this for you as a favor."

"Yes, yes. Of course I will take full responsibility. But don't worry
nothing will go wrong." At the time I could not understand how he
could be so certain of the success of his plan. But of course I knew
nothing then of the special pills he already had gotten.

We left on a Monday morning, as we drove north in Mike's car, I was
extremely nervous. At noon when we stop to eat in a restaurant, I
could barely swallow my food; Cynthia even noticed my lack of appetite
and the fact that I was acting strangely.

At four, instead starting to look for a motel where we could spent the
night, Mike drove on until five. When we finally stopped in a small
town, we could see that most of the spaces in the motel's parking lots
were occupied and many motels had a 'no vacancy's sign. As soon as we
found a decent looking one, which did not advertise a ' no vacancy '
in front of it, we pulled up next to the main office.

While the two women remained in the car I went inside with Mike.

I was in for a shock when I realized that he had already reserved a
single room with double beds in it.

"Don't forget," he told me on the way back to the car, "we must tell
the girls that this is the last room they have and we were lucky to
get it."

After we had unloaded our luggage into the room, we went to look for a
fancy restaurant. Once we were seated, Mike ordered a first bottle of
wine, as soon as we were halfway through the meal he ordered another
one. I could tell that he was eager to refill the glasses of Cynthia
as well as that of his wife. Later, when we left the restaurant, we
were all in a cheerful mode. Mike, instead of driving back to our
room, drove to a store and he bought two more bottles of wine.

Nathalie found his behavior a little strange and she did mention this
to him since he usually drank wine only during his meals, but she
didn't complain and we got back to our room at the motel.

It was now around eight o'clock and the girls took turn using the
bathroom. As they each took a shower Mike and I watched the TV. Mike
insisted that we were not to remain up too late since he wanted to be
one the road early the next morning.

But as soon as both girls were done taking their shower, - they each
had put on their evening gown - he opened both bottle of wine.
Nathalie and Cynthia both preferred the white wine but he insisted on
having the red wine for himself and me.

After he pulled the cork off the first bottle he went into the
bathroom with the opened bottle, on the pretext that he had spill some
of it on his pants. I found that strange since I hadn't seen him spill
any wine. He was there for a couple of seconds and it was only later
that I was told that he had dropped a couple of pills into the bottle
of white wine.

Of course at the time I had no proof of it, and beside he had promise
me that he wouldn't use any pills on the girls.

His use of the pills was further confirmed later when he insisted on
pouring red wine into my glass thus leaving the white wine for the two
girls. He even winked at me as he poured the wine into my glass. It
took Nathalie and Cynthia less than an hour to finish their bottle of
wine, by then it was almost ten and on Mike's recommendation we all
went to bed.

Both beds were ordinary double beds that were separated by a space of
three feet by mean of a small night table between them. Cynthia and I
had a large king-seize bed at home and I knew that we would be a
little crowded in this bed. But I suppose that Mike had made sure when
he reserved the room that it was going to have such beds since he
wanted the necessary body contact in bed.

One of the lights in the bathroom had been left on while the door of
the bathroom had been shut tight. This permitted just enough light to
come from underneath the door so as to light the floor just in front
of the bathroom's door.

The previous day Mike had explained once again in detail what we were
supposed to do. He had insisted that we should wait at least two hours
after having gone to bed before beginning to put his plan into
execution.

It was well over midnight when Mike got out of his bed. Of course I
was not asleep and I could hear him purposely making a little more
noise than he should so as to let me know to get ready to change bed.

He remained in the bathroom for a couple of minutes. then as soon as I
saw the bathroom door being open as he came out, I got out of my bed
and I went toward him.

Then, as it had been planned, instead of getting into the bathroom, I
walked back toward his bed where Nathalie seemed to be in a deep
sleep. With my heart was beating fast and my hands sweating, I climbed
next to her.

Mike had gotten back into the bathroom just in case that Cynthia was
awake so that she would believe that I had gotten in just after Mike
had left.

Soon I saw the light of the bathroom illuminating the room, after
closing the door shut behind him, he walked to my bed next to Cynthia
and I heard the bed creek as he stretched himself where I had just
been a few minute earlier.

I could now hear my pulsating blood flowing in my ears and it goes to
say that I really was nervous. After a while Nathalie moved her body
against me; I began to feel her body heat as her thighs pressed
against mine. I had put on only a pajama bottom, so had Mike, while
Cynthia had on a very short nightshirt. But I could tell that Nathalie
had a longer nightgown.

Mike had previously warned me that his wife sometimes wore panties
under her gown and whenever he wanted to have sex with her -
especially if she was lying on her side - he just raise her gown and
after pulling her panties around her knees he would fuck her from
behind. He also added that she was now used to it since for the last
couple of months, he had taken into the habit of fucking her in the
middle of the night in that manner. Sometimes she wouldn't even wake
up while he was poking her.

In all evidence Nathalie was in a deep sleep. She was lying on her
right side when I got into the bed next to her, she had now her bottom
pressing against my erection.

Slowly, I brought one of my hands around her waist just to see what
would happen. She didn't move and her regular breathing confirmed that
she was still in a deep sleep. Encourage by this, I began to move my
hand higher and soon it was just below her large left breast, which I
could now fell with my thumb. I got bolder, placing my hand right on
the soft sphere of her left breast; I pressed lightly on it. It felt
much bigger than Cynthia's breasts, I could feel her nipple against
the palm of my hand under the material of her gown and my erection
kept pulsating against her bottom. My cock as if having a mind of its
own was now twitching against her bottom and never before had I felt
so lewd. Here I was, lying in bed with my sister and while I had one
of her breasts in my hand, my cock was pressed and rubbing against her
bottom.

I knew that I was close to spilling my seed since I could feel my
juice boiling in my balls.

But with a lot of effort I did prevent this, I told myself that it
wouldn't do to spill my sperm in my pajamas since it was going to ruin
everything.

I tried to clear my mind and to think of something else so as to calm
my passion. When I figure that it was safe for me to keep on exploring
her body, I proceeded to carefully raise her gown around her waist.
The instant that felt her round bottom covered only by the silky
panties she was wearing, I almost ejaculated.

My hand was touching the bottom of a mature woman, it was rounder than
Cynthia's bottom and it was also a little more plumb. But it felt so
much inviting as it fitted and pressed most snugly against my lower
body.

There now remained the task of pulling down her panties. I was too
eager to wait any longer so I proceeded to pull on them. With the
thumb of my hand into the waistband, I began to liberate her splendid
bottom from the cumbersome garment.

I was in for a shock when she actually lifted her bottom a little so
as to allow me to pull them around her knees. But even then, I could
tell that she was still asleep, judging by her regular and deep
breathing. Mike's habit of fucking her in the middle of the night had
well prepared the way for me. My sister was now quite available to my
eager cock and much more important, she was still in a deep sleep.

Since I wanted to experience the closeness of my bare flesh against
her bottom, therefore instead of just pulling my cock out of the
opening of my pajamas, I pulled them down around my knees. I next
carefully placed my erection below the crack of her bottom.

The tip to my cock was coated with my prejuice and it easily slipped
lengthwise along the crack between her twin cheeks. After a few
tentative trials just to see if the head of my cock would find its way
on its own, I finally guided it with my left hand between her cunt's
lips.

Slowly, so as not to awaken her, I pushed my eager cock all the way
inside my sister's vagina. Then, once I was completely within her,
instead of beginning to do my duty and fuck her, I just remained very
still. I tried to see if I could detect a difference as compared to
what I could feel while in Cynthia my wife. Except for the rounder
bottom of my sister pressing against me, it felt much the same. She
was as tight as Cynthia my wife was but she was a lot wetter. Being
well inside my sister's vagina made it much more erotic since I knew
that I was now committing incest at this very moment and this added a
great deal to my eagerness to begin fucking.

Slowly I began to pump in and out. After a minute of this, I noticed
that she was pressing her bottom harder against me each time I was
shoving deep within her. It was now my intention to enjoy my being in
bed with her for as long as possible. But before I could prevent it, I
felt my seed inundating her vagina. On and on it went as the heavenly
pleasure that I experienced, prevailed throughout my body. It made my
scalp tingle and my toes twitch as if they had a will of their own.
When it was over - was it a minute or an hour later - I knew that I
had poured a great quantity of semen in her, judging by the squishing
noises that I heard during the last dozen shoves that I gave her.

At last I stopped pumping and I began to get a clear picture of my
situation. It then occurs to me what I had done. I had just committed
incest with my sister. Should she - or Cynthia for that matter
-suddenly realized what had just happen, all hell would break loose.
The consequences of this were scaring the hell out of me. At that
moment I realized that I still held one of Nathalie's breasts in my
hand. Somehow while I had been fucking her, I had slipped my hand
underneath her gown and had brought it over her bared breast. This
didn't help my cock of bit. I had been planning in getting out of her
bed, waiting for this until my cock was deflated enough. But now the
realization that I was holding my sister's breast in my hand made my
cock reverse its process and instead of deflating it was becoming
harder.

What should I do? My juice was already within my sister vagina; I had
no more business to be in bed with her. For the next ten minutes I
remained very still, I did not dare to move hoping that my erection -
which was still lodged in my sister's cunt - would become smaller. But
instead my hardness began to twitch once again and soon I was as hard
as ever.

Then all of a sudden, I began to hear my wife Cynthia mumbling in the
next bed. Cynthia was on the side of the bed closest to me and
therefore she was barely four feet away from me.

Then the mumbling gradually changed to a regular moaning and all the
time I could hear the bed squeaking. What the hell is going on, I told
myself.

It then struck me; Mike was fucking Cynthia. The dumb bastard, he was
having sex with my wife. This had not been in the plan, he was
supposed to just lay there and wait until I was done with Nathalie.

Now I could clearly hear Cynthia sighting and moaning and judging by
the shaking of their bed, he must have been fucking her quite fast and
deep too.

I did recognize the familiar; almost plaintive noises that Cynthia
always make whenever I fuck her. This went on for a few exasperating
minutes - during which time her noises making became still louder - I
knew that she was having a climax since I did recognize the pitch of
her voice. At last the bed stopped shaking and my wife moaning also
stopped completely. Once again the room was very quiet.

Much to my surprise, my cock was bone-hard in my sister cunt; without
even being aware of it I was even slowly shoving it in and out of her.
What the hell I told myself, one more fuck will not change anything.
So once again I fucked my sister. It did take more than ten minutes,
and for the second time in a row, I soaked her cunt with my sperm.

I didn't wait for my cock to get soft. As soon as I was finished I got
out of her bed and making as little noise as possible I went to the
bathroom. A minute or so later I heard Mike on the other side of the
door and before I could ask him what had happen with Cynthia, he went
to join his wife in her bed.

So I got back in bed beside Cynthia, it did not take long for me to
confirm that Mike had done things to her he wasn't supposed to do. Her
short nightgown was around her waist, and her panties were gone
completely. When I brought my shaking fingers on her cunt, I had the
liquid proof that Mike had fucked her. She was sticky and wet beyond
belief.

The next morning while Nathalie and Cynthia were dressing and putting
on makeup, Mike and I got busy loading the many piece of luggage into
the trunk of his car.

As soon as I was outside and alone with him I asked him what he had
done to my wife while he was lying next to her in my bed.

"Well I am sorry about what happen. But just knowing that you were at
that very moment screwing my wife made me feel so horny that I
couldn't help myself. But you don't have to worry since she remained
sound asleep during the whole affair."

"But the deal was that you were not suppose to touch her."

"I know but I couldn't help it. You don't have to worry about her
getting pregnant from me, you know that I wasn't able to do so to
Nathalie for the last five year."

"This is not the point. You promised me that you wouldn't use those
pills that you mentioned earlier and you did use them. Then you
weren't supposed to touch her and you did fuck her."

"No damage done. Beside why should you mind my fucking Cynthia, I
certainly don't mind that you did so to Nathalie. As for the pills,
well as you can see there are no ill effects since both girls are as
radiant as ever this morning and neither of them is aware of what
happen."

Before I could add anything he went on to ask me how it had gone with
his wife and how I had like my fuck with her. This was not the Mike I
had known. Even his use of the word "fuck" was surprising me. Beside,
judging by the way he was acting, it became evident to me that he was
eager to have a repetition of what had happen the previous night.

"Listen Mike, I think that Nathalie could well be pregnant by now and
it probably won't be necessary to do this again."

"Of course we are going to do it again. Suppose you didn't knock her
last night? We will have to start all over once more. Beside, wait to
see what I have prepared for tonight when we will get to Niagara Fall"

I could see that there was no use arguing with him, beside Nathalie
was now walking toward the car and she was in hearing range.

When I got back to the room to get the remainder of our things,
Cynthia said to me as soon as she noticed that we were along in the
room.

"You did have sex with me last night didn't you?"

"Yes, why do you ask. Don't you remember?"

"No I don't remember a thing, although I must admit that I had a very
pleasant dream about you doing it to me. So I was not dreaming, you
were actually fucking me. I wasn't sure until this morning when I
discovered that I was soaking wet with your semen."

She was not angry; on the contrary she seemed happy about what had
happen. She then added.

"Wait until I get my hand on you tonight."

As soon as we arrived in Niagara Fall, Mike drove to the Fall View
Hotel. It is one of the most expensive hotels in the town of Niagara
Fall. Mike surprised everyone by telling us that he had already
reserved a suite there.

He said that it consisted of two separate bedrooms and it even had a
whirlpool.

We spent that day visiting the majestic falls and of course the town
itself. We also did a little shopping around. At half pass six Mike
took us to a fancy restaurant. Like the previous night, he ordered two
bottles of wine and he also made sure that the women's glasses were
kept full at all time. Later we went for a swim in the inside pool of
our hotel and by ten we went to our suite.

Mike prepared us a drink from the room bar and I saw him place tow
pills in each of the women glass.

"Are you crazy placing two pills in each of their glass? They could
get ill, especially when taken with liquor."

"No they won't. These are specially made to be taken with alcoholic
beverages. Last night I dropped only two pills in the wine bottle for
the both of them and it wasn't quite enough. I want to make sure that
they will not awaken during the night. Remember we will have to change
room tonight, it won't be a simple matter of changing bed like last
night."

I knew that he was planning to fuck Cynthia again. The way he had
watch her in the swimming pool was proof enough. Cynthia had also
noticed his constant staring at her and she had mentioned this to me.
It did surprise me a little to discover that it didn't seem to bother
me in the least to know that he was going to have sex with my wife
again. I was so anxious to have my sister once again that all thoughts
of him and Cynthia were secondary in importance.

While in the pool I had also paid much attention to my sister in her
bathing suit, and I came very close to have an erection as I examined
her round bottom and her large breasts.

I have always felt a very strong attraction to women with large
breasts, the fact that my wife Cynthia only has a medium pair of boobs
made me often wonder what it would be like to fondle my sister's
breasts.

Ever since I could remember, she always had great tits and countless
times I had masturbate while fancying my face being shoved deep in the
valley of her bosom. Last night while fucking her I had actually held
one of her great tits in my hand. But at the time my attention had
been too much absorbed by my fucking her so as to appreciate the
splendid sphere that I held in my hand.

So when I saw Mike placing the two pills in each glass, I didn't
protest much. I knew that it was going to permit me to enjoy my
sister's great body in a much safer way.

As expected, as soon as we had finished our drink, both my wife and
Nathalie felt very sleepy and they decided to go to bed. Mike and I
told them that we wanted to watch the end of the movie which Mike had
ordered on the pay TV and we were thus left on our own in front of the
screen while each woman went to their respective room.

Mike had planned it that way, he told this to me as soon as the girls
were gone, he also explained how we were going to proceed that night
so as to change room.

The plan was simple. We were to wait an hour and then we each would go
in the room where our respective wife was we would get undress. After
checking if each of the woman was well asleep, and after making sure
that all the lights were off, we were to come out of the room and make
the switch.

His plan was simple enough and it worked well. When I got into my room
Cynthia was lightly snoring and she never opened her eyes even when I
opened the night light. I could tell that she was naked under the
blanket - at home we both slept naked -, as she lay stretched on her
back with most of her tits out of the blanket.

I got completely undressed except for my underwear and then I put on
my pajama bottom, next I went to the bathroom - each room had its own
bathroom. After turning off the night-light I got back into the room.
Just enough light was coming from outside through the small opening
between the window curtains, I was able to walk to the door without
bumping into any furniture.

Mike was already outside my door waiting for me to get out and as he
got into my room he said to me in a low voice.

"Good luck with Nathalie, I hope that this is the night she will
finally get her baby."

He was inside my wife's room and the door was closing on my face
before I had time to answer back.

The furniture in both rooms was pretty much placed in the same way and
I didn't have any trouble to get toward the bed in the darkness. As
soon as I climbed in, I became aware that Nathalie wasn't wearing
panties and her gown was already around her waist. This was probably
the deed of Mike before leaving his room. When I pressed myself next
to her, I immediately felt the warmth of her flesh against my thighs

Of course it met an instant erection for me. I waited another fifteen
minutes before I began to press myself against her. When I realized
that she didn't react, I became bolder. This time I proceeded to move
my hand all over her chess. Her breasts were still hidden by the thin
material of her gown, but even so I could feel their weight as my hand
squeezed, pressed and moved them around underneath her gown.

Because of the fact that she was lying on her back, it was a simple
matter for me to undo the half dozen buttons at the neck of her gown.
In no time at all I had my hands inside the garment and I was expertly
pressing her nipples between the thumb and index of each hand.

I could detect the delicate morsels of flesh becoming harder and even
though I pinched and rubbed them very vigorously, she didn't move. It
then occurs to me that she was out cold, in all evidence because of
the pills that Mike had placed in her wine. I therefore became much
bolder. I applied my mouth to her voluminous breasts and I sucked and
licked them all over. I now wanted more of her, and I supposed that I
was no longer in control of what I was doing. In a matter of seconds -
with very little precautions so as not to be too rough with her - I
removed her gown completely and threw it on the floor. A split second
later, I had my face pressing and shoving all over her tremendous
breasts. Her big bosoms heaved, she began to softly pant and moan as I
sucked one nipple after the other in my mouth. While I was taking care
of her breasts with my face and mouth I slipped one hand down to her
cunt and I slowly introduced a finger inside.

Her reaction was almost immediate and she became very wet, I could
tell that even if her mind was asleep her body was not. She was
responding to both, my shoving fingers as well as my sucking lips, and
since I was no longer afraid of awakening her I did go on to feast on
her body.

By now I was in such a state of lust that I knew that it would take
very little friction against my cock to make me climax. I was tempted
for while to place my cock into her mouth and let my juice jet there,
but it would have been a waste since I wanted to impregnate her. While
I was having these thoughts, I was suddenly shocked to feel her
convulsing pussy shut tight around my finger as if she was trying to
suck on my finger. Putting all caution aside, I pulled my hand away
from her pulsating grotto and I shoved the blanked aside. I then
managed to force her legs apart and I got between her parted legs. A
few seconds later my eager cock was parting her cunt's lips and I felt
the head of my cock at the entrance of her vagina. It is impossible to
describe the sensation that swept over me at the time. I was about to
enter my sister's cunt with my tool and this more than anything else
was thrilling me to the utmost. Then I felt my tool slide in her, I
remain still for a few second thinking of my situation, and before I
realize it I was shoving in and out most lusciously until I was
bewildered with ecstatic thrills. I felt a thrill clear to my toes and
my impressionable prick stiffened even more as I pumped deep into my
sister. With a lot of effort from my part, I found that I could
restrain my will to spend in her. I now wanted to prolong the heavenly
pleasure for as long as possible.

I began to detect her heaving and groaning underneath me. I was blind
and drunk with lewd delight and didn't care one iota if she was awake
or not. Soon I felt her hands against my back. Was she awake, did she
realize who was making love to her? I could not answer these
questions, but nothing on earth would have made me stop fucking her
now. By now she was making all sort of sounds with her mouth, I didn't
want the occupants of the other room to hear her. Therefore so as to
prevent this, I lowered my face and placed my lips on hers. She
immediately reacted by opening her mouth. Who was I to refuse such an
invitation? I thus pressed my mouth harder and I opened it wide, I
passionately kiss her while all that time I kept fucking her. I shoved
my tongue into her mouth and worked it all around as I explored every
recess of her mouth. She was now trembling and responding in kind with
her own tongue entering my mouth. Never before had I felt so
passionate and also never before had I felt my erection being so hard
and so thick. While my hardness was shoving in and out of her, I could
actually feel the head of my cock hitting her cervix. Deep within me I
knew that for some reason, my seeds were going to start a baby growing
in her this very night.

All good things must finally end and at last I did go off and I shot
my rich sperm into her belly. I remained on her in a delicious
die-away while I enjoyed most sensuously her bared body underneath me.

When I came back to my senses, she was lying in a very relaxed state
underneath me and in all appearance she was still sleeping. My body
was crushing her heavy breasts and their pressure against my chest was
most pleasant.

I knew it was time to get back to my room and to my wife. How much
time had passed since I had been in my sister's room? I couldn't tell
exactly but when I looked at the clock on the night table I realized
that it made over two hours that I was in her room. I did not know how
long the effect of the pills would last so I told myself that it was
time to leave.

As I carefully pulled myself from her, there was a distinct popping
sound that reached my ears as my still very hard cock was pull out of
its warm and slippery sheath. Then as soon as I climbed back into my
pajama bottom I noticed that I was soaking wet all over the lower part
of my body. A lot of it was my own juice, but still I knew that some
also came from the depth of my sister's vagina and that thought made
my cock even more rigid.

As soon I arrived in front of my own bedroom, my hearth began to beat
in anticipation. What was I to discover in the room? Had Mike simply
stretched himself next to her, waiting for me to get there? I doubted
that very much. After all he had fuck her the previous evening so why
would he not do so again. The thought of Mike having had sex with my
wife, or worst still - he could be well still lodged inside her at
this very moment and enjoying her charms at this very minute - caused
a very strange and new sensation in me. I should have been very angry
or at the least worried, but I was not. For some reason that I could
not explain, I was getting exited, judging from the stretched material
in the front of my pajama bottom.

The minute that I had quietly turn the doorknob and after pushing the
door open, I knew that he was still busy with her. I could hear him
grunting on the bed and in all evidence he was fast approaching a
climax. Once inside the room, I went toward the bed and what I saw in
the dim light coming under the bathroom door will remain in my mind
for as long as I live. All of the bed sheets were on the carpet at the
foot of bed; he and Cynthia were both naked. Cynthia my wife, was
under him with her legs in a tight grip around his waist, he was lying
between her parted legs and pumping in her as if his life depended on
it.

I got very near them and still he was not aware of my presence in the
room. Being now very close to the copulating couple, I could clearly
hear Mike fast breathing and surprising enough, Cynthia was softly
moaning and heaving in a regular manner. In all evidence she was
getting a lot of pleasure from what Mike was doing to her. Then as I
stood there as if mesmerize by what Mike was doing to my wife, I
noticed that his shoving became deeper and a little slower while his
breathing became very deep and long. In all evidence he was at that
very moment spilling his juice into her.

Another man was emptying his load into my wife, right there in front
of me and I was doing nothing to stop it. This would have been
unthinkable only a few days ago, but now it was really happening.
Cynthia, while on her back, was urging him on and even her feet locked
at his back were pushing him against her. It then hit me; she was also
in the grip of a climax. Yes she was, I could tell since all the signs
were there. The rapid heaves she made in synchronization to his eager
thrusts, combined with the manner in which she held on to him in a
tight embrace were proof enough of that.

The erotic storm went on for a full minute and when at last if
gradually ended, Mike collapsed on top of her and all movement -
except his heavy breathing - ceased. All was now quiet in the room. I
knew that if I were to remain still, Mike would fall asleep on top of
her. I had to make him get up and fast, before she realized that it
had not been me making love to her. Was she still under the influence
of the pills and wine or was she awake? That thought send shivers
throughout my body.

After lightly shaking Mike arm, I saw him lift his head in surprise,
and he looked at me. It took him a few seconds to realize fully what
was happening, then with a grin - I could see his teeth in the half
darkness - he managed to slowly get off my wife.

At this point I did not know what was going to happen. Did she realize
what had just happen? No, she would not have permitted him to have sex
with her, I was sure of that. But worst still, would she get out of
her trance-like sleep as Mike got off her? I did not even dare to
think more of this possibility.

He did manage to get out of bed without causing her to regain her
senses; she just kept on sleeping just as Nathalie had done earlier. I
was greatly relieved when at last Mile closed the door behind himself
as he left the room. Very carefully I climbed in bed next to my wife
and I pulled the blanket back so as to cover us both.

She was breathing in a regular manner next to me and it was plain that
she was in a deep sleep still. But for my part sleep was the last
thing in my mind. In my mind, I began to relive the events of the last
couple of hours, the more I though about what had just done the more
horny I got. Lying next to me was my naked wife and I knew that Mike
had just ejaculated in her. Worst still I had been a witness of the
pleasure she had gotten by mean of his cock. Even now as she lay next
to me she was still full of Mike's juice. Was her cunt still full?
Were her cunt's lips swollen because of all that friction? Was the
hair of her lower body matted? I had to know the answers to these
questions.

Slowly I reached for her. She was stretched on her side now with her
butt toward me. For some reason my heart was beating very fast. Very
often I had initiated sex with her in the middle of the night and
never before did I feel so nervous. Of course I had nothing to fear
now since Mike was gone out of the room. I knew that if I were to
awaken her with my touches, she would accept the probable wet
condition of her vagina as my own doing.

I felt lewd beyond anything I ever experienced before. Was it because
of the fact that I aware of what had just been done to her or was it
because of the images of her with Mike that kept coming back in my
mind? Beside, I still could hear the echoes of her plaintive-like
moaning in my brain as Mike was using her. The combine effect of what
I had just witness and the fact that she was unaware of what had just
happen to her, was getting to me in a strange and unexplainable
manner.

I let my hand rest on her waist, and after feeling her body heat I
moved it lower over her thigh. After a minute or so of gently rubbing
her upper thighs and waist, she slowly turned on her back. As is her
body - even though she was still sleeping - had a mind of its own and
was welcoming my exploring hand. Now that she was lying on her back I
slowly let my hand roam to her patch of hair. A surprise was awaiting
me. Much of the hair there was matted in sticky lumps and the closer I
got to the front of her cunt, the more slippery it got.

Yes, she had been fucked and I knew that what I was touching was the
undeniable proof of Mike's deed.

With trembling fingers I reached toward the front of her slit through
the matted and pasted hair. The mess I found there was unbelievable.
Even as I moved my fingers at the entrance of her lips, I could here
the squishing of the great amount of juice there. Now I could resist
no more and I shoved my whole finger deep within her. Again I heard
the characteristic noises, but this time it came from deep within her
vagina, a second later I felt my finger buried in a sea of thick, warm
fluid. This had the effect of making me so hard that for a few seconds
I really believed that I would ejaculate without even touching myself.

Almost a full minute went by while my finger remained deep in her, I
did not dare move it anymore for fear that the noise would awaken her.
When at last I did twitch it inside her, she gradually opened her leg
for me.

Yes she was still asleep, but her body was reacting to my invading
finger.

Now that I had disturb the thick goo in her I could actually smell it.
It occurred to me that even if she were to awaken, I would not be able
to stop exploring her vagina. Strange and yet never before experienced
sensations were taking hold of me as I kept telling myself that I was
touching, hearing and even smelling the juice of another man within my
wife's cunt.

What happened after than happened so fast that I had no control over
any of it. The first thing that I became aware is that I was crawling
under the blanket, and soon my head was over her abdomen. The stench
of sex was great there under the enclosing blanket but still I moved
on. Lower and lower went my head until my lips were touching her hair
just above her cunt To make things worst - or better, depending from
what perspective one look at it -, Cynthia proceeded to lift her legs.
She placed the flat of her feet on the mattress and thus giving me all
the access that I needed to her cunt's lips.

Never before in my life had I felt like this. Her cunt was now a
shrine of love and I had to kiss and taste it. Even though I could now
feel the sticky wetness of her hair on my lips, I still wanted more,
much more.

So before I realized exactly I was doing, I had my mouth smack over
her cunt and my tongue was going in and out of her slippery hole.

The taste was salty and it felt warm and slippery in my mouth. I
tasted Cynthia's juice as well and that of Mike, but I couldn't care
less. All that I knew is that I had to have more, I would not stop
until her hole was completely clean of the mess that was in there.

Soon I felt her legs closing and opening rhythmically around my head
and she went into a series of successive climaxes. Even when she was
done I kept on licking her and when I got my head away from her she
was still sleeping.

But after getting out of the bed I realized that the front of my
pajama was soaking wet. Without my being aware of it, I had ejaculated
in them and judging by sorry looking state of the front of them, I
must have done it more than once.

For the rest of the night I remained cuddled close to Cynthia as I
kept on reliving the events of the first part of the night. In the
early morning I mounted her again. This time she was aware of my
fucking her and she was more than a willing participant.

We had four more nights to spend in hotels or motels and for each one
of those remaining nights Mike arranged it so that each of these night
was repletion of this second night.

I soon found myself looking forward to get in bed with Cynthia just
after Mike was done with her. Of course I was also most willingly
happy to make love to my sister. I even told myself that it did not
matter if she got pregnant or not from me, all I wanted now was to
enjoy her erotic body to the utmost, and of course I did that on each
of those night.

We got back home on a Sunday afternoon. After we had remove all of our
things from his car, and while the two women were talking further
away, he got near me and he thank me for being so understanding. Then
he surprised me by adding.

"I sincerely do hope that we will do this again, for me it was the
most enjoyable vacation that I ever had. Even if Nathalie does not get
her baby it was a wonderful experience for me and I do believe you did
enjoy it too." As he said this he looked at me with a smile and I knew
that he was aware of the splendid time I had also.

A month and a half later, Mike and Nathalie came to our house to tell
us the good news.

She was pregnant. While she was hugging my wife and being
congratulated by her, Mike winked at me and he whispered to me.

"Remember Paul, I definitely want a brother and a sister to our baby."

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