Au Naturel

Anna and I had just celebrated our second anniversary with a decision. We knew we wanted a family – had known before we got married. But we couldn’t decide which one of us should carry. We’d sort of decided to switch off, and were trying to figure out who would go first. When the rubber met the road, we were both a little reluctant. It was Anna who suggested we both do it. “Get the whole fam done at once!” If it worked out that way, of course. 

I also let her convince me to try it ‘au naturel’ instead of going to a sperm bank and being all clinical. What can I say? Anna can convince me to do practically anything. She’s also the one who’d had experience with guys before girls. She told me it’d be fun, “Like a messier version of Jorge.” Jorge was my favorite dildo – favorite when she used it on me, anyway.

She arranged it, of course. Did some research, found the ‘donors’. It turned out they were two bi-guys she knew indirectly through different clients at her work. No strings – they didn’t even live in the city, but would be coming in at the “right time” for a regional meeting.

“Who knows,” she said, grinning, “maybe we’ll even make a match for them.”

They took us out for dinner, and were certainly nice enough. I didn’t really feel much for either of them, even though I’d been aflutter about the whole plan for the entire week leading up to it. But I saw that Anna seemed drawn to Jay, I was happy enough to play along with Will. The guys were very polite. I mean why wouldn’t they be? They knew exactly the reason two lesbians had wanted to get together with them for one night. Anna, tall and red-haired, had men and women chasing after her all the time, and she kept telling me guys lusted after me almost as much as she did – though I never believed her.

“You have no straight-dar at all,” she’d told me. “But it’s true. It’s that booty,” she would say before pinching me hard enough to start something.

Whatever. I decided that wine would be the way to get past my hangups. There was no question I wanted this with Anna, and the goal was enough to give it a shot. 

We’d decided to splurge on a hotel suite, and room service champagne. It even had a warm, moody fireplace. Then there were no more preliminaries. More for me than anything else, we made the guys lay down, in such a way I didn’t have to see much of them, but could watch Anna. “Double Reverse Cowgirl” she called it, but whatever. She’s the one who moved my hips me to straddle Will, and guide me down. “Pretend it’s Jorge,” she whispered as she pushed my hips down, leaning in to kiss me. 

I tried that, and it almost worked, but there is a difference between life-like silicone and flesh that you can’t disguise. It was different. I won’t say better, but knowing this was a real cock entering me, and why I was letting it, gave me a thrill I couldn’t deny. The sigh that escaped my lips gave that away to everyone.

“Mmm, like it, baby?” Anna asked. I looked into her smiling eyes as she sat back away from me, and saw she was impaling herself on Jay even as I watched.

“Ah– a little?” I said. 

Anna laughed, and spoke past my shoulder, then over hers:

“You boys know what to do. You get to knock up these two fine bitches, but let’s see if you can’t get us off first, ok?” Then, she leaned forward to me and whispered, ”it’s me inside you. Fuck me.” 

Anna kissed me, and my body started rocking.

We’re both due just before New Year’s.

Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong AlphabetTags: , , ,

Cassie Andra

Old enough to know better and not care. Vanilla on the outside. Vanilla through and through, except for the mind. You don't want to go there, but I'll give you peeks. Be warned: erotica themes include standard fun, but also the taboo-est of the taboo. Coming of age, infidelity, family relations, dubious and non-consent. Every throbbing inch of it is, however, fantasy, and should be treated as such.

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