Claire was making dinner. Sausages sliced, peppers diced, onions minced, spices ground and all mixed. She had gone to the kitchen almost immediately after waking up, so was just wearing her apron over her otherwise bare body.
“Dear you’ve been at this for some time.”
Claire ignored him and dumped her load into the pot to stir.
“Dear. You know the kids are back at their place, at least for now it’s just us.”
Ingredients sizzled and popped in the pot
“Dear, I know you like to stock up sometimes and they’ll be back for Christmas an….”
“What will we do?” Claire interrupted.
Marcus blinked, “uh. About what.”
Claire turned to face her husband and lifted her apron, showing off her round belly, and her nethers, but the belly was likely the focus of the display, “What do you think you dolt.”
“Our child? I mean we raised two before we’ll be fine”
She dropped the apron back down, “yes, but this one might not be yours…”
Marucs sighed and walked towards his wife, gently wrapping her in his arms, “Ya I know. This thought might be a but messed up, but, well… it CAN be ours.” Claire blinked and looked up at her husband.
Marcus continued, “I mean regardless of if its my child, or my grandchild. I can still be its dad… we… don’t need to check. Its both of our blood anyway.” Claire sighed and pressed her forehead to her husband’s chest, “That’s true but… if it is Dan’s… doesn’t he deserve to know? If its his doesn’t the child deserve to be raised by its father too?”
“So what you’d be Dan’s mate? Move out of here and in with him?” Marcus asked, “And what of Kate’s… if her’s is mine… do I claim my daughter as my mate?” Claire let out a long sigh, breathing heavily and muzzling her man, “No... I…. I mean maybe? I…. its… too damn complicated.”
Marucs caressed his petite wife, well petite for a sergal, she was still a good bit larger than the wolf girl that had entered the family recently. He slid his hands over her body, touching everywhere she liked to be touched and smiling as she still purred in soft pleasure at the comfort he could give her. “What could be in some ways even worse. What if they’re both Dan’s or both mine? In one way Dan suddenly has to raise three kids by three mothers at once, he’s graduating soon, but doesn’t have the means yet. Their apartment wont hold three adults and three kids”
“Not to mention you’d be the odd one out… you’d…. uh…”
“Lose my wife to my son?”
“no no.. I… Marcus, I love you. I’d never leave you ... not permanently. But…”
“But you would want to raise the child with its father, at least for its early years.”
Claire nodded.
“And if both are mine, similar happens with Dan losing the girl he loves to me. Sister or no, nothing to be done about it now, they love eachother.”
Claire nodded again.
“Not to mention three adults and 2 kids would be a lot for our house too.”
“At least he’d still have his wolf girl, but yes. That wouldn’t be ideal either.”
“So to… summarize.” Marcus gently patted over his wife’s bare rear, “best case, Yours is mine and Kate’s is Dan’s. Worst case, both are Dan’s or both are Mine. And a switcheroo wouldn’t be great either. All that is an argument for just not checking. We’re all a family anyway, so we could just assume the best case.” “Except we would always wonder.” Claire pushed her butt into Marcus’s hand, softly purring, “I wish I could stop thinking about it.”
“For at least a few minutes can help with that” Marcus lifted his wife onto the counter, spreading her legs and lifting her apron to reveal her lovely body. As he unhooked it entirely, he beheld his lovely wife’s body. Her rounded belly, milk filled breasts, and shapely form all still so appeasing.
She smiled at him and spread her legs wider, holding onto his shoulders and leaning back a bit. The angle was a tad awkward with the belly in the way, but they made it work, and with a practiced thrust Marcus buried himself in his wife. Thrust after thrust elicited truly beautiful moans from the lovely woman he had claimed all those years ago, made his wife and his mate, his lover for all their lives.
Her hips worked his member inside her, squeezing and twisting as much as she could to give him as much pleasure as she was receiving. He started thrusting harder. Not nearly as hard as he could, but much harder than at first, her butt bounced free of the counter with each thrust before plopping back down. Her tits bounced, heavy with milk they smacked against her belly with a lewd slap. The force causing the soft flesh to jiggle and bounce, and the pressure within to feel even more intense. It was even erotic for her, the pressure in her chest that needed release was matched or even exceeded by the pressure in her nethers that needed similar, and she moaned her delight and desperate need to her man.
With a final plow he unloaded into her, his cock exploding against the sealed entrance of her womb. She came as well, clamping down hard and shuddering as she cried out. The pressure in her lower parts was released and replaced with pure pleasure, leaving only the pressure above. Luckily Marcus knew how to handle that as well and laid his wife back on the counter before leaning over and starting to suckle.
She moaned almost as loud as she did with her orgasm when the pressure started to bleed off of her tits. She loved this almost as much as sex. She grabbed tight to her husband’s head and held him tight as he drank, she shuddered and worked her chest. Almost thrusting her boob into his out mouth over and over as he drank, murring at the taste when she moaned at the pleasure.
The moaning turned almost to the sounds of a second orgasm when he switched to her other breast and suckled on that as well. This was heaven, she loved the touches, the feelings, it was all just so great. Though it would have to end eventually, and at long last her breasts were drained, and she was left a panting mess on the table.
Marcus and Claire locked eyes, smiling at eachother with love before she spoke, “The children deserve to know who their fathers are.”
Marcus nodded, anxiety on his face, but acceptance as well, “Ok”
