Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2011 10:14:41 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Timothy Black. Chapter Fourteen.

   He phoned the bank in the morning to say that I wasn't well and wouldn't
be in that day. I was so drained of energy that I just couldn't get out of
bed but had to force myself to do just that for the toilet. But it was
straight back to bed again. James, the darling, made me breakfast and hand
fed me and even closed the shop for the day to look after me. I slept for
most of that time and it wasn't until late afternoon that I began to feel
my real self again and got up to prepare the evening meal.

   It was after this meal that I was coherent enough to be able to talk and
listen to sense.

   `Diane must be told,' he said, `which should put her mind to rest on
that score. As for telling Tracey, well. We'd better have Diane's input
before we move any further with this.'

   `I agree. Let Diane sound out Tracey for we're not sure if she wants her
baby to be Mark's or mine. Maybe she would prefer it to be Mark's, but only
Diane is going to be able to find this out.'

   So with the first step decided we came to the next one which was when to
tell her?

   `Well, as she knows that it is one of us that is the father, why not
suggest that she pay us a visit. Give her enough time for Tracey to make
some arrangement with Mark while she visits us.'

   `Good idea,' I said. `Shall we make it next Tuesday, and to make sure
she brings the baby too.'

   `Okay by me,' James replied and so I telephoned Diane and told her of
the offer to which she accepted.

   I did some posing for James that Sunday, still fretting on what exactly
to say to Diane. I couldn't really keep still, but he accepted my
restlessness and it appeared later that was exactly how he wanted me. My
face drawn and full of anguish and worry which he captured much too
accurately for my liking but which he used in his picture portraying the
crucifixion of Christ on the cross.

   I didn't like it, but it became one of his best paintings and he refused
I don't really know how many thousands of pounds for it, but he would not
part with it and it stayed in the back gallery for years. But that as they
say, is bye the bye.

   On the Tuesday, James sent a taxi to collect Diane, early, because we
didn't want to keep her out too late because of the baby. We were both
waiting at the gallery door when the taxi pulled up and we made a fuss of
getting her and the carry cot out, James, as always, paying for the taxi
and he let me carry the cot upstairs as he escorted Diane up to our sitting
room.

   Most of the dinner had been prepared and so I was able to sit down as
James poured us out a healthy slug of gin and tonic, feeling that we might
need it. He sat down and took the bull by the horns without any preliminary
chit chat.

   `Diane,' he began, looking down at the glass he held in his
hand. `Timothy has gone and done something that is illegal.' My head came
up at this as did Diane's. What the hell was he saying? I said to myself.

   `He took a swab from your baby and sent it off for a
D.N.A. analysis. That was an illegal act because he didn't ask your
permission first. Before you think or say anything, please believe me that
he did it with good intentions. That was to find out which of us is the
father of your child.' All of us took big swigs from our glasses before
anything else was said.

   `And?' she asked in a low voice.

   `We got the answer back last week,' he said.

   `And?' Diane asked again, taking another big gulp from her glass. I
followed suit for I wasn't sure which way she was going to jump when she
found out the truth.

   `Do you really want to know?' he asked, his voice almost as low as
hers. Diane looked down into her glass and then finished what was left and
held the glass up. I quickly got up and went and refilled it, mine too at
the same time for I was on tenterhooks at what she was to say in answer to
his question.

   She took only a sip this time before putting her glass down and getting
up. She moved over to James and gave him a kiss on the lips and then came
over to me and kissed me in the same way. Not more, not less, before
sitting back down.

   `I do, but,' and she held up her hand as though to ward off any spoken
word from either of us, `before you tell me, let me say this. I have loved
Timothy for quite some years now, even to have him suffer by being beaten
for doing so.' James sat up sharply and I cringed. `But he was being beaten
for a good reason, for he had taken you to be his husband and therefore he
shouldn't have strayed. What you did was quite correct, though,' and she
gave a small smile, `I think that Timothy has somewhat of a liking for this
chastisement. Be that as it may, I have also come to love you too James for
the kindness and consideration you have always shown me since the first
time we met.

   That we have only been together, sexually, the once, with Timothy, well
a bit more often, but the cause of the pregnancy took place here, in the
studio. So it was here that my child was conceived and whichever one of you
is the father, I still love both of you and always will.' Tears were coming
down her cheeks and she sobbed as she now took another big gulp of her
drink. I passed across my handkerchief for her to wipe her eyes and waited
to see if she was going to say any more. She composed herself before
speaking again.

   `Well? Which one is to give my baby a name?'

   `The results were positive,' James said, `and the father is Timothy.'

   `Oh. I'm so sorry James,' she said, tears coming to her eyes.

   `That I'm not the father? Believe me Diane, I don't want to hurt your
feelings for I have come to love you too, but I'm glad that it is
Timothy. I was never cut out to be a father.' If she didn't see it, I
did. He still had tears in his eyes when he said this.

   `Diane,' I said going down onto my knees by the side of her, tears now
beginning to come from my eyes too as I saw hers rolling down her cheeks.

   `Oh Timothy,' was all she said as she laid her head on my shoulder and I
felt very self conscious as I patted her back as I looked across at
James. He gave me a nod.

   `Er, Diane,' I said, wishing that James had told her this too at the
same time. `Er, that's not all. I did a D.N.A. test with Tracey's baby.'

   `No,' she breathed out.

   `Diane! It's been killing me by not knowing, I had to,' I cried out,
feeling her tremble under my touch.

   `And?' she asked once again.

   `Well, er, Diane, it's like this...'

   `Oh my God, hers too?' she cried and I could only nod dumbly. `Christ,
you don't do things by half do you?' she said with a shaky laugh. `Two
babies born within a couple of hours of each other and they're both yours,
it's unbelievable.'

   `Unbelievable or not, it's happened and it's true,' I said.

   `Oh Christ!,' she said when the implications had sunk in. `Do Tracey and
Mark know?'

   `No. Not yet. That's why we've told you first, to ask you what should we
do!' I cried, me now burying my head in her shoulder.

   `Oh shit! We're in a fine mess,' she replied.

   `Exactly what I was saying,' James said. `So what do you think we should
do then?'

   `Er, can I think about this over dinner?' she asked.

  `Good Lord! Dinner! I'd better get cracking,' I said getting up and going
off into the kitchen. Fortunately, with having most of it ready, it didn't
take long to have the meal on the table. James opened up two bottles of
wine and it didn't take us long to consume them. The conversation was kept
to banalities without any reference to babies, children etc. which, if
you've ever been in a situation where you mustn't or shouldn't speak of a
subject, it always, without fail, turns up.

   So the unasked question had to be answered, one way or the other. Did we
tell Tracey or not? We'd cut down the Mark equation by leaving that
decision to Tracey, but still, while at the table we had to come up with
the answer as to whether we did actually tell her or not.

   Dinner was finished and we went back to our sitting room and sat back
down and found that the baby was wanting his feed, so, as with Tracey, we
were given, once again, the view of a large breast, heavy with milk,
offered and accepted by a hungry baby that fastened his lips on the nipple
to suck for all he was worth. It was lovely to see the smile she gave as
she looked down to the tiny thing that had grown inside of her. The
downside being that it was I that had started the ball rolling for her to
be able to do what she was doing right now, and somehow, seeing that smile
she was given out to the baby made me feel a bit better.

   `To change the subject for awhile of whether to tell Tracey or not,'
Diane began, `is, have you thought of a name for our son?' I had noticed
the stress she placed on the word `our'.

   `Er, well I have given it a lot of thought though it really is your
choice, but I thought, well the only name I liked was Peter. Peter Black.'

   `Hmm, Peter? It has a nice sound. Peter Gardner. Yes, Peter Gardner not
Peter Black,' she said as she looked down at the baby, now exposing the
other breast and transferring him over.

   `But...but,' I stuttered. `I thought...thought that if you knew which of
us was the father, you would want to get married?' I felt my face going red
as I said this.

   `Do you love James?' she asked suddenly, looking up at me, her eyes
holding mine.

   `Yes,' I replied unhesitatingly.

   `Do you love me?'

   `Yes,' I said, again without hesitation.

   `Would you leave James to come and live with me?'

   `Er...I...well...er...'

   `You've just answered the question Timothy,' she said softly. `I think
your love for James is stronger than your love for me,' and with her voice
going even softer. `After all, you did say once that you liked being the
wife of James, so let's hear no more about it. Our baby will be christened
Peter Gardner. Hello Peter,' she said to the sucking baby, looking down and
stroking his cheek. `Your father liked doing what you are doing now.'

   I had felt my face flush as she spoke earlier and looked over at James
who gave me back a wonderful smile that I had refused to leave him for
Diane.

   `Now as to telling Tracey, I think we should. It will set her mind at
rest. Whether she tells Mark or not is up to her, but I don't think she
will. As to her marrying you, I think not. She's known Mark a long time,
besides, she too knows that you really love James. So that's settled,' she
said as she finished feeding Peter and put her breasts away before getting
up and burping the baby before putting him into his cot.

   James phoned for a taxi and when it arrived, I carried down the cot and
put it inside as James gave the man enough for the fare and we both gave
Diane a kiss and waved as the taxi pulled away. I put my arm through that
of James as we went back inside and he gave me a squeeze before I let go
for him to lock up the gallery. I left the dinner things and went straight
into our bedroom where he followed me and took me into his arms and kissed
me.

   `I love you Timothy,' he said softly as he kissed me and I felt his
hardness and pressed myself closer to him.

   `I love you too,' I replied, returning his kisses letting him feel that
I was just as hard as he was. `Now take this wife of yours to bed and show
her just how much you love her.'

   `Oh my darling you don't know how much,' he said as he undressed me and
picked me up and laid me on the bed before pulling off his clothes and
joining me.

   By God did he show me! He kissed almost every inch of my body before
rolling me over onto my front and pulling me up onto my knees. He even
kissed my bum and stuck his tongue inside me before putting his throbbing,
swinging cock into me. What a glorious fuck he gave me. So much so that I
came at the same time as he did, my seed dribbling out of my bouncing cock
as his seed splattered my insides for he hadn't put on a condom.

   After, he went under and sucked on me before he went and washed
himself. I saw, when he came out of the bathroom, that in spite of just
having come inside me, his was still erect and big enough for me to suck
when he got back onto the bed. We lay top to tail as we kissed and sucked
each other's cock and balls for nearly an hour before he let me go to say
that he felt ready for me again.

   This time we used condoms and gave each other a slow and serious bit of
loving as, in turn, we fucked and stroked the body beneath us.

   I left for work the next morning with a light heart knowing that last
night I had proved my love for James by not wanting to marry Diane and also
not having the uncertainty of whose child she had borne. I suppose I was
also secretly delighted to have had the ability to have children, and sons
at that.

   The first thing I did when at my desk was to set up two monthly standing
orders for Diane and Tracey. It was the least I could do.

   It was on Thursday that I bumped into Julian in the bar when I stopped
for a quick drink before going home.

   `Timothy,' he cried when he saw me. `I was just thinking about
you. What'll you have?' I asked for my usual gin and tonic and with our
drinks, sat down at a table.

   `I was thinking of asking you to come and look at the building work
that's been done so far. They've really put a spurt on and are within the
schedule.'

   `Why not ask James?' I said slyly. `He hasn't seen the place yet. The
gallery's closed on Monday's. He'll have no excuse not to go. Though if you
show him your bedroom, don't for Christ's sake tell him that we've already
christened the bed.' He laughed and said that he wouldn't, and so, when I
got home, I told James that he was to meet Julian on the Monday. He
couldn't get out of not going now.

   I did some posing for him on the Sunday and had him fuck me in the
studio when he'd finished.

   He wasn't at home when I got there on the Monday evening and I smiled to
myself as I got into my perfumed bath. I'd already planned how the evening
would go and so I dried and powdered myself to smell sweet. I was careful
with my make-up and got my usual erection when I put on the underwear. With
my wig and dress on, I really did look lovely and couldn't stop from
humming as I prepared dinner for us.

   James came in while I was cooking and gave me a kiss and opened a bottle
of wine, telling me how beautiful I looked as he poured out two glasses. He
went on to say at how pleased he was with the club so far.

   I kept up a gay chatter throughout the meal and said that we should go
to bed early after I had washed up with him drying. I lingered a bit for I
wanted him undressed and in bed before I took off my dress and hung it
up. As he got into bed, I, still in my underwear, went over to his drawer
and got out his belt and dropped it on the bed.

   `You haven't, have you?' he asked, sitting up.

   `No, but you have,' I said sweetly. `I know Julian and if you didn't
respond, then you're not half the man I thought you were.'

   His face went red to show that he knew that I knew what had
happened. `You don't need to deny it for I can see it in your face. Doesn't
adultery apply to the husband as well as the wife?' I asked as I picked up
the belt and pulled the sheet off of him. He still had that guilty look on
his face and he also had an erection. Now whether it was by looking at me
in my underwear or what he was about to receive from the belt, I don't
know, but he didn't say anything as he moved up and went onto his knees,
his bare bum up in the air.

   I can't say that I really enjoyed it, but I did get a massive hard on as
I began to strike him across the backside with the leather belt. He
flinched at the first one and I saw a red mark appear on the white
cheeks. Then another and another till I had given him six strikes and given
him six red weal's. He had given out a choked cry at the last one and I
quickly got the cream and rubbed it all over his bum.

   `I'm sorry I had to do this,' I said.

   `I'm sorry too,' he said. `I just couldn't stop myself. It was there. He
wanted it and I found that I did too.'

   `Well this is what I really wanted,' I said as I quickly rammed my cock
up his arse and really ploughed and pummelled myself in and out of him. I
was big and hard at having had the thrill of chastising him, not of the
actual act, but just being able to give him a bit of what he sometimes gave
me. I was sobbing in contrition when I came, falling over his back with my
tears dropping onto him beneath me.

   I quickly pulled out and ran into the bathroom and washed myself. He
followed me in and when I'd washed, took me into his arms and kissed my wet
face.

   `I'm sorry darling,' he said as he kissed me. `I deserved what you just
did. Let me make it up to you,' and he actually lifted me up in his arms
and carried me back into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed. It was
such a lovely fuck he gave me that it made me cry again.

   I think my punishment of him brought our love closer together for he
knew now that I would stand up to him but at the same time, loved him as
his wife and would do anything to keep his love.

   With the upheaval at Tracey and Diane's flat, our monthly meeting was
cancelled, so it would be another month before I would find out about
Tracey's reaction to the news of me being the father of her child.

   In the meantime, I had another meeting with William, my manager, and I
must say that him getting to fuck me now on a regular monthly basis seems
to have brought him to life so to speak. He seemed much younger and was now
not looking so drawn and despondent and even seemed healthier, or so we
thought.

   For a month later, thank heavens he wasn't fucking me at the time, died
of a heart attack at his home over a weekend and wasn't found till the
police called round on the Monday.

   I was on time and opened the bank as usual and when he hadn't arrived
within half an hour or phoned, I called the police. It had been known of
bank managers being held as hostages before, so it was something that had
to be considered when one didn't show for work.

   They had the decency to come and tell me later that morning that on not
getting any response at his house, had broken in. He had died in his bed
and so, depending on the autopsy, were dealing with his death as being of
natural causes. His keys to the bank had been found and were given to me.

   I then phoned Head Office and informed them of his departure from this
world and I was told to assume the position, I almost gagged on this phrase
being used, of acting manager and appoint a second key holder and that they
would get back to me within a few days.

   So for a week, and it seemed very strange, I occupied his office and got
much more deference from the staff instead of the usual familiarity that I
had been used to. I actually shed a tear when I sat down in his chair and
had nothing but kind thoughts for that lonely man and at how well and close
we had become since becoming his assistant, not counting the sex we'd had
together. It was ten days later after assuming the position, what a quaint
way of saying look after the job, one that I always associated with in
having sex, I was asked to report to the Head Office in London at ten the
following morning.

   James said a few words of condolence when I told him of William's death,
though I had used his full name, and came with me as did the rest of the
bank staff when he was buried. This was done on the following Saturday to
allow us all to be there.

   Anyway, I went up to London and duly presented myself at our Head Office
and was greeted and shown into the board room where several seniors were
present. The Chairman being the most senior, then the Vice Chairman and so
on. There were six in all with a secretary to take notes.

   `Sit down Mr Black,' the Chairman invited me and so I sat down at the
end of the table with the other six ranged round at the other end. It was
not that big a table that they had to shout but big enough to show that I
was ranking far below them.

   `First let us extend our condolences to you for losing, we hope, a
friend, and us, a distinguished colleague. His loss will be hard to bear,
however, as the saying goes, life goes on. You stepped in most admirably
and we appreciate that,' he said with a smile.

   `Now,' here he opened a folder, the only one on the table before him and
appeared to cast his eye over it. I guessed it was my personal file and it
appeared to be a correct assumption as he went on, `you started at your
branch as a boy and have progressed through all departments within. Twice
you were put forward for an Assistant Manager's course and you
declined. The reason,' and he looked at the notes, `was that you did not
wish to leave that branch. Commendable, but ill advised I thought
personally, however. Mr Wilkinson was always it seemed, to be fighting your
corner and persuaded us to have you promoted to the position you now hold.

   All your yearly reports have been favourable and we have come to a
unanimous decision, going against the normal bank rules, to offer you the
position of the late Mr Wilkinson in being the Manager of that branch. Do
you accept the offer?' he asked, now really looking at me, taking off his
bifocal glasses. I looked round at the other men at the table and saw two
of the older men slowly nodding their heads.

   `Er, sir, gentlemen,' I said rising to my feet. `I was most devastated
at the loss of Mr Wilkinson. I knew he thought well of me, and therefore,
in his honour and belief in me, I will accept and hope to do his memory
proud to carry on as he had done so well.'

   `Well spoken young man,' said one of the other men, giving me a clap of
the hands which the others felt bound to follow. The Chairman came round
and shook my hand as did the others in turn of seniority.

   `Well done Mr Black, and now I think a glass of sherry would be in
order,' he said, and the last man to have shaken my hand hurried off to a
sideboard and poured out sherry for all of us. I was toasted with sherry
and told that my promotion would be in the next issue of bank news and my
pay would have commenced from the time of my taking over.

   I felt quite heady as I made my way home and went straight to the
gallery to give James my good news and got fucked in the process, much to
my joy and pleasure. As I lay there in bed in the middle of the afternoon,
happy as any fucked bunny can be and hoped that the man I had made my
temporary assistant would lock the bank up properly for I wasn't going back
that afternoon. I stayed in bed and had James fuck me once more before I
vented my pleasure by seeing to him in the same way.

   The next morning, I called all the staff together just before we opened
to tell them that I had been confirmed as Manager and hoped that they would
continue to see me as their friend and colleague and come to me with any
problems that they thought warranted my attention. I went into what was now
my office and called Stephen in, the man who acted as my assistant for that
short time to give him the bad news that the Head Office would be sending a
proper Assistant Manager to the branch but that I would be putting his name
forward for promotion in the very near future. So he was, or had to be
content with that.

   What I didn't know till later, was that James that lunch time, had
closed the gallery and went and told all the people in the club about me
being made Manager. He met me at the bank just as we closed and took me to
the club and there I found out what he had done.

   There was much shaking of my hand and many drinks passed over that I was
quite pissed by the time we left to go home. We picked up a Chinese
take-away on the way and sat in bed, to drink yet another bottle of wine
while we fumbled with our chop sticks, dropping more on the sheets than we
got into our mouths.

   We then went and fucked each other, rolling and kneeling in egg fried
rice, sweet and sour sauce and other remnants of our meal and was I glad
that that was a Friday night for I felt like hell the next morning. Old
sweet and sour sauce didn't mix too well with sperm and I was coated in the
stuff, not counting the rice that had stuck to my body. James, I'm glad to
say, looked just as bad as I felt.

   He had a shower while I had a bath, for he still had the gallery to
open. I wasn't human again till after half a dozen cups of coffee which I
topped off with a half bottle of wine. I then made myself up as Tammy and
went down to spend the afternoon with him in the gallery and succeeded in
selling one picture for him. I think it was my stroking of the man's arm
that did it, especially when I said how much the model looked like me.

   So with the selling of a week's quota in the one day, when he finally
locked the outer door, pushed me to the floor in the middle of the gallery,
lifted up the back of my dress and fucked me there and then. God knows if
anybody had passed by the door while he was having me.

   While he washed himself, I went and prepared dinner, not knowing that he
had phoned Julian to ask him to come round on the Sunday for some more
sketches. I think, on reflection, that it was not only to let me suck and
get fucked by Julian, but a way of celebrating my promotion and also in
contrition for him having and being had by Julian without my permission.

   So it was a surprise to see Julian that morning and for us soon to be in
the studio having Julian's cock in my mouth for James to sketch and being
allowed to finish Julian off by deep throating him till he came. I, on my
part, then allowed James to fuck Julian while I watched. I tried my hand at
drawing this copulation but failed miserably. In the afternoon, I was able
to have Julian fuck me and then have the permission to have Julian the same
way.

   Again I was a happy bunny that night to have James again, up in my back
passage and for him to tell me how proud he was of me and of how much he
loved me. There was no need for us to use the leather belt. Though I did
give him cause after the resumption of the monthly meeting of A.R.S.E.

   Mark picked me up from the gallery though I would have to return by taxi
because he would be staying the night. This was the first time I'd seen him
since the hospital and wondered if Diane had told Tracey about her son and
if she had told him. He didn't appear to be any different to me when we
talked and I assumed that she hadn't said anything to him.

   I greeted both girls with a kiss and got a wink and a smile from Tracey
that made me start to blush, so at least I knew that she had been told. I'd
hardly got into the door after this greeting that I was taken to see each
baby in turn. Peter first, to see him asleep in his crib, thumb in mouth
and hoped that that would be the only thing apart from food and drink he
would ever take. As much as I loved sucking on a cock or having one thrust
up inside me, the existence of a homosexual can cause many problems both
personal and professionally.

   Next came Tracey's child who I was now to learn was being called
Michael. I joked and said I was glad he wasn't to be called John because of
the beer advert. Smith being Tracey's surname. He looked as lovely as Peter
and I said as much to Tracey and squeezed her hand as we looked down at him
sleeping. Diane, bless her, pulled Mark out of the bedroom to help her get
dinner.

   `He really is a beautiful boy,' I said to Tracey after the door had
closed.

   `Oh Timothy!' she cried as she came into my arms, tears in her eyes. `I
didn't know what to do when Diane told me. I can't say that I love you as
Diane does, but, for some strange reason, I'm glad that Michael's your son
and not Mark's. Though Mark and I have been lovers for years now, I still
love him but not enough to marry him. He has asked me to, but I said
no. Not because of you or Michael, I...I don't really know how to put it
into words, maybe Diane could, but I can't. I went and used the excuse,
which I hope you don't mind, told him that you wouldn't marry Diane
because, being a homosexual, you loved James more. I said that I was now a
lesbian and loved Diane more. Was that wrong of me?' she cried.

   `No, Tracey, you go with your heart. I can only hope that I didn't hurt
Diane with going by my heart.'

   `You didn't, you didn't,' she said. `Diane loves you, yes, but she loves
you enough not to try and split you and James apart.'

   `Oh Tracey,' I said and burst into tears myself. It took us several
minutes to gain control of ourselves to speak coherently again.

   `I've set up an allowance for both you and Diane to cover the extra
costs you will have.'

   `You didn't have to,' she interrupted. `We can manage.'

   `No you can't. Neither of you are working at the moment and it will be,
what, two months before you go back to work if you are still sticking to
your plan?' I said.

   `Well, thank you Timothy anyway, for everything.' She gave a sniff. `I
think I needed that cry. To get it out of my system.'

   `I did too,' I grinned, `now shall we join the other two?'

   `Yes, she said as she opened the door. `What do think of the choice of
name for him?'

   `Michael?' she nodded. `It's fine, just fine,' I grinned, giving her a
hug as we went and joined Diane and Mark in the kitchen. Dinner had been
prepared and was cooking and so we sat at the table and drank some wine and
I was told of the book that Diane had written just before the birthing, six
weeks ago.

   `We've just started the re-writing of it, what with other things we have
to contend with, and will not be ready for at least two months yet. Take
the rough copy with you for James to read and come up with some
illustrations. It's called The Village.'

   We had dinner in the kitchen and as soon as we had finished, both of the
children wanted their feed. While the two girls saw to the boys, Mark gave
me copies of the expenses and what monies had come in. He was collecting
our mail from Tracey's shop every week and was helping to process the
orders for past books. What he had given me was the accounting side to
bring it up to date.

   We were now sat down in their sitting room, Mark and I at the table,
Diane on the settee and Tracey in the armchair, both with a breast out and
the nipple being sucked on by a hungry infant. I remembered that I hadn't
told them of my promotion and they exclaimed and gave me their
congratulations which promptly made Mark get up and open another bottle of
wine.

   Later, Mark went with Tracey to see Michael put into his crib whilst I
went with Diane to see to Peter. He was already fast asleep before he was
laid down.

   `He's beautiful isn't he?' she whispered as she held my arm and laid her
head on my shoulder.

   `As beautiful as his mother,' I said as I turned her face to mine and
kissed her. Mistake? I don't know or really care, for the kiss turned quite
passionate and we fell onto the bed, her tearing my clothes off and
hungrily sucking on my erection that was brought out into the open.

   `I've missed having you Timothy,' she cried as she wriggled out of her
clothes and lay naked on the bed, looking at my steaming cock. `Fuck me now
please,' she begged, her arms open for me to go into. It wasn't until I
went in between them that I realised that naked as we were, I was actually
lying on top of her as we kissed, my cock finding its own way up inside her
as she wriggled about beneath me.

   It had been, what? Two years since the rape and though we'd had sex
before, one result being Peter, but never by lying on top of her. It had
always been doggie fashion with her saying that she couldn't bear having a
man atop of her. Yet here we were, kissing each other with my prick up
inside her and she was taking it by lying on her back.

   I really wanted her, to really give her the fuck of her life, but had to
hold myself back because of the position we were in. So instead of ramming
into her as I would have done if it had been James, I eased myself up off
of her as much as I could whilst still moving myself in and out of her. I
didn't want to bring back memories of the rape for though I liked taking
her from the rear, this way emphasised that I was having a woman and not
another man.

   Her breasts were so large and full that my chest kept brushing them as I
slowly and carefully rode her. This action seemed to excite her more for
her nipples came up as hard solid nodules and with a slight contortion of
my body, able to get the odd suck and taste the milk that Peter seemed to
be thriving on.

   It must have been at least three months since we'd last fucked each
other and boy, did she really come on. Without the hindrance of a large
belly, she kept lifting her hips up to meet me as I bore down into her, her
legs coming up and gave me the best fuck she had ever given me.

   I couldn't stop the scream she gave out as she came, bucking like a wild
horse beneath me, triggering me off to come inside her, praying to God that
I was out of the fertile period.

   `By God, I needed that,' she panted as I eased myself down to lay on top
of her, our sweat mingling. `It's great with Tracey but it's just as good
with you,' she gasped. I had nothing to say to that statement, or rather, I
didn't want to say anything in case it was the wrong thing in the
circumstances so just kissed her instead.

   `We should take more care and use a condom,' I said, `It's too soon
since Peter.'

   `I think we are alright now for I'm due any day now,' she replied, `but
you're right. It's much too soon to know whether I want another child. Let
me get used to this one first,' she grinned up at me and it almost tore my
heart apart from the love I could see in her eyes, and it made me ashamed
and I felt myself begin to shrink and I slowly slipped out of her. She gave
out a groan at losing me like that and feebly tried to hold me there. I
then rolled off of her and laid flat down on the bed as she came up on an
elbow and kissed me.

   `Will you tell James that we've made love together tonight?' she asked
softly.

   `I won't have to, he'll know,' I said.

   `How?'

  `I don't know. Maybe I give off an aura, I just don't know.'

   `Will he give you a beating again?'

   `Yes, but it would have been worth it.'

   `Oh Timothy! You shouldn't let him do it,' she said.

   `That Diane is what you'll never be able to understand, I like it. Not
the actual beating I will get but the aftermath. The love and
contrition. He could beat me senseless but I will still love him for I know
that he really loves me. It's his way of showing how much he loves me
because it is somebody else who is giving me love and I think he is afraid
that that other love I receive might take me away from him. It's a weird
world we live in and I love him all the more for him doing it. I think it
is some kind of perversity in our kind that we tend to punish those we love
the most. I don't know. I think I'm rambling because of all the wine I've
drunk. Believe me, I love him and will continue to love him as I do you in
spite of what he will do to me when I get home.'

   She bent her head and kissed me and I felt her tears drop onto me.

   `I love you Timothy Black and I am glad that you are the father of our
child. You are showing me the real love that one human can give to another
and much more insight to the human psyche than I could find out in any
book.'

   With that, we kissed and hugged before we got up and dressed to go back
out to be with the others. Well that wasn't for long for it was now time
for me to go home, to, well, my husband for one and the expected
chastisement and the pleasure I would get from him having me afterwards.

  Mark phoned for a taxi and it wasn't long before I kissed the girls
goodbye, and with only Mark at the door, surprised him by giving him a peck
on the cheek.

   `What was that for?' he asked.

   `For just being you. I love you too,' I said as I left him wondering at
the door.

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