“Well, how are you going to feel about your husband making love to his sister?”
“It was my idea in the first place. I want you to make love to Brian.”
I took a deep breath, held it for a while then slowly exhaled. “Yes,” I told them. Trish gave me a big hug and a (sisterly) kiss on my lips. Brian stood and walked across to me. Bending over, his kiss held a promise. I was very tempted to prolong it but, with a sigh, I broke off the kiss and said, “Let’s talk about the practicalities. We need to pick a time when I’m most fertile, of course. And the kids should be out of the way because there’s maybe going to be a very sexy atmosphere. We want to do it as often as possible for several days around my ovulation – say two weeks all told for the best chance.
“We have already thought of that,” said Brian. “They could go and stay with their Aunt Penny in Normandy for a couple of weeks.”
“Sounds good. Let me get my diary, then we can work out what’s the best timing.” I ran up to my bedroom, grabbed the journal then paused. Would I regret this? A shadow crossed my mind. No, my returning thought was I am excited about this.
I returned to the others and we aimed for a date about five weeks later, when Mel and Tom were on half-term break. Trish phoned Penny and asked if she would have the children for two weeks. She’d love to have them, was the immediate reply so it was arranged that we would put them on the plane here and she would collect them from the airport near her. Brian took over the phone and within minutes had the tickets booked so Trish called Penny again with the plane times. Now there was just the waiting for five weeks.
Brian and I flirted with each other at every opportunity; Trish joined in the fun and flirted with Brian and me. I don’t know if the kids noticed; we tried to keep it all away from them but I got one or two funny looks from Mel. No matter, they were both excited about their trip to France as they had never been abroad since their father went down the drugs road.
Trish and Brian both decided to take the fortnight off work so we would have every opportunity to get me pregnant. Time passed and before we knew it The Day came. I bathed in my favourite bath oil and towelled dry, resisting the temptation to dabble with my pussy although it was tingling and begging to be touched. With high spirits I applied my face: not sluttish but more than I would normally use during the day. My red silk blouse showed the shadow of my bra underneath and tucked into a red flared cotton skirt. A matching black suspender belt held up my seamed black stockings and a black thong completed my underwear. When I got downstairs, I saw that Trish was wearing a sleeveless summer dress with an acre of cleavage.
Eventually we were all waving goodbye to Mel and Tom as they made their way to the security checks. For the twenty-minute drive home, Trish got behind the wheel and smiled in the mirror as Brian jumped the gun by putting his hand at the top of my thigh, right near my crotch and squeezed gently. His spare hand turned my face to his and we spent the journey in a face-eating contest with lots of mutual groping, both of us being encouraged into naughtiness by Trish.