The King of Middlesex Pt. 02

This is a continuation from "The King of Middlesex - Part 1". I'd like to think that this story can stand on its own but for full context, you may want to read that one first. Full warning, some or even most of the sexual activity depicted here is bisexual. I don't mean as in accidental same sex contact but gloriously normalized and celebratory. If that sort of stuff offends you, please move on.

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The rest of that summer shot by in a blur. I had some final college details to work out. Some prerequisites for scholarships I applied to had to be addressed. Family gatherings to mark my graduation. By the time I shipped out, I'd barely seen Jan and Mark at all. They did come to my going away party, smartly decked out like model suburban citizens. My parents even pulled them aside at a particularly awkward moment to thank them for keeping me employed and out of trouble. They weren't wrong but of course they had no idea.

The start of my freshman year was a whirlwind of settling in to new routines, dealing with academics and making new friends. I missed Mark and Jan of course but there was so much to do that they sort of retreated to a warm, safe place in my memory.

I also couldn't have imagined that college sex would be so easy to come by. Most of the time, all I had to do was ask. I got to sleep with girls from all over the world, all different races, colors, creeds. And unlike the Catholic high school girls that used to leave me howling at the moon, these ladies were confident, happy to be in charge of their sexuality. Maybe it was a sign of the times but now it seemed that they were invested in proving that their sex drives were equal to the guys.

I finally came home for winter break. We'd exchanged a few letters in the meanwhile. The tone of their communications sounding like something I might get from an aunt or older cousin.

Mark answered when I knocked on the door. "Holy shit, look at you... you're a grown ass man."

I'd been hearing precisely the same thing from everyone so it wasn't completely remarkable.

Jan came to the door behind Mark wearing what seemed like an uncharacteristically baggy dress. I thought she looked huge... before I could say a word, she threw her arms around me and kissed me with the same sensuous lips that had burned into my memories. There was no mistaking the hard feel of her belly as she rubbed up against me.

"You're... pregnant!"

"Well yes I am. Sweet of you to notice."

"How far along are you?"

"The doc says about five or six months as far as he can tell."

I did some really fast math, six months. It's December, that goes back to July. For the most part, I'd been scrupulous about using a condom. Except on the one or two occasions that Mark and I had just given up and spent the whole weekend taking turns fucking her. Holy shit...

"Does that mean..."

"Is it yours? I'm not sure. We were pretty frisky back then. I will tell you that the two of us are pretty damn happy. Mark lost his son a few years back and I thought I was about to age out, so yeah, it's a surprise but one that we're really happy with."

She curled her lips into something resembling a smile. "How do YOU feel about it? But before you answer that, just know that we'd never expect anything from you. If you'd like to be involved of course that would be wonderful but Mark and I would be happy to raise the baby as our own, no questions asked."

My mind was spinning. There was some statistically significant chance that I might be on my way to being a father. That was something I'd never even considered.

"I guess I don't know. I have no idea. I've never thought about anything like this."

There was tension in the air but none of it was due to anyone having done anything wrong. It was just the uncertainty. I had no idea how the future would play out. Actually I'd never anticipated a future like this at all. I loved sex. I especially loved the depravity that branded my time with them but I always thought that when the time came, I'd be a straight arrow. A serious parent. A doting father. In that world there would be no room for sex at all, at least as I naively imagined it.

Mark said, "I'm surprised you're still standing up. Why don't you take some time and think about things. We'll be here whenever you want to talk."

It was a long walk back to my house. My mom was beside herself... "Isn't it wonderful about Jan? That was quite a surprise... and they seem so happy!"

So there was a 50/50 chance I was going to be a father. Unlike a lot of kids, this one would be loved and welcomed by at least three of us. For their part, I'd never seen them both this happy. I guess once the shock wore off it started to occur to me that maybe this wasn't such a bad thing İnkilap Escort after all.

-2-

A few days went by before I was able to make any sense of everything and gather enough resolve to go over there again. It was cold now, the pool empty, the trees bare under a drizzly grey sky. I ran into Jan in the driveway, her face flushing red from the icy wind. She kissed me, the steamy breath from her mouth warm and sweet enough to fog my glasses. What should have been just a peck stretched deliciously into an extended reunion. The taste of her mouth connecting me to a sweet set of memories. We both became aware that we were outside... anyone who saw us would know immediately that something was going on.

She said, "I have to run back out for a bit, Mark's home why don't you make yourself comfortable and I should be back in an hour or so. You'll stay for dinner, no?"

Mark was in the living room parked on the couch, idly watching some college football game. He seemed happy to see me and motioned for me to sit down next to him. The awkwardness of Jan's condition beginning to fade, we started to slip back into the relationship we had over the summer. With a few differences. The house was now spotless, not that it was ever a mess before but the sheer surgical cleanliness of the place looked showroom ready.

"I think I knew Jan was pregnant before she did. Suddenly the house had to be perfect in a way it never had before... her body must have been telling her to get ready. And then her sex drive went all over the map... from not wanting to be touched at all to being horny enough that she almost made me blush. And who knew how sexy she'd look with that belly getting bigger every day! When my first wife was pregnant, she had morning sickness every day. Jan just seems to glow."

That mental image of Jan pregnant, her breasts swollen, belly hard and rounded fired off an untouched set of synapses in my brain.

"If I can be honest, I was in the middle of a wank when you got here. Don't suppose you'd like to join me?"

"So you weren't really watching the game?"

"That was just the first thing that came up when I hit the button on the VCR. I actually found some honest to goodness bisex porn we can check out."

Ha, jerking off was something I was actually good at. "I don't know... we've never done anything like this without Jan. Kind of feels like cheating."

"Tell you what, she should be home in half an hour. Why don't we start and when she gets here, we can just say we started without her."

I reached over and rubbed Marks cock through his jeans. He was already in his semi hard state.

I remembered one of the reasons I liked him so much.

He hit the source button on the remote to switch back the VCR. Stop and rewind. The motor whirs to take us back in time. The movie opens with an anonymous cityscape in Eastern Europe and jumps to a brightly lit kitchen.

Fast forward through the intro. Stop on a scene where a plumber is meekly inspecting a perfectly functional sink. The hausfrau, her pendulous breasts barely hidden under a dress, makes it clear that it's not the sink that needs attention. The plumber lifts her up and sits her on the top of the counter. Remarkably, she's not wearing panties and he proceeds to bury his face in her pussy when quite suddenly, her husband comes home from work.

The soundtrack is saturated with some god awful 70s R