About me: My name is Josef, known to friends as Jupp. I had been living with my partner Karin, known as Kati for short, for a few years in the house I had inherited from my parents. I had a job and a high income, which meant that we could indulge in our hobby of traveling to faraway countries. We had been to New York, Hawaii, Hong Kong, Samoa, Melbourne and Cape Town, to name a few places. But that also meant, and we agreed on this, no children for the time being. To be on the safe side, I had my fallopian tubes constricted without her knowledge, so that I was infertile for a certain period of time. At the same time, she continued to take the pill. But more and more often she let me know her desire for a child. I always put her off until later. Then came the day when it was all over.
We had just had a furious, wonderfully hot session when she suddenly said, “My darling, we need to talk, I need to tell you something.” What’s wrong? How am I supposed to tell you: I’ve secretly stopped taking the pill, I’m three months pregnant, we’re having a baby. It was a shock for me, all my plans are over. Oh no, just a problem for her! So I said: wrong, you’re having a baby, how nice for you, congratulations and may I ask who the lucky father is?” her eyes went as wide as a cartwheel, “what, the lucky father? That’s you!” Just a minute, I’ll be right back. I got up and went to my office and got a folder and a small box from a goldsmith. I sat down next to her and opened the box, which contained an incredibly expensive ring, which made her scream when she saw it, “are you crazy?”
I closed the box again and wordlessly handed her the folder with the word “here we go”. In it were the documents about my sterilization and that it could be reversed. Her jaw dropped further and further, her eyes started to water and she started crying with “you can’t be serious”. She now realized that I knew the baby couldn’t be mine. I’m asking you that, but that’s your problem now, you’ll be looking for a new place to live tomorrow, I’m so disappointed in you, you bitch. All of her attempts to appease me left me cold and bounced off me, my disappointment was just too great, I had to digest the fact that she had betrayed me like that and tried to pass off a cuckoo child on me, and I wasn’t interested in when, where or who the father was. So after a few years I was single again.
I contacted my urologist. He asked me to reverse the blockage of my spermatic cords. A week later I was able to have children again. Weeks later I was sitting with friends in a conservatory having a beer when a few women at the next table were having a great time. One of them looked over at me for the umpteenth time and, yes, she nodded at me once but in the way you greet an acquaintance. Now I looked over at her more often, damn she seems to know me, who on earth is she? I just couldn’t figure it out. When one by one a few women started to make their way home and only three were sitting at the table together, I plucked up the courage and said to the guys, wait a minute, I have to go over there. I stood up and went over to the three at the table. I said good evening to the ladies and looked at one of them, sorry, do we know each other? She laughed, do you really not know me anymore or don’t you want to?
Excuse me, but I really don’t know where to put you, I’m sorry. Help me out! Well, well then I guess I was one of many and it wasn’t as great as you raved about back then. One of the women said: don’t be mad at me but I want to say goodbye, see you soon, and she was gone. Then there were only two left and I stood in front of the table like an old donkey and still didn’t know who she was. The only thing that dawned on me was that I must have had something to do with her at some point. Then she said: just think about the school leaving camp at Krickenbeckerer Lake. Then it dawned on me, are you Agnes? Yes, that’s me! Wow, girl, what a fuss you made out to be, but sorry, I didn’t recognize you, you look great. Let me take a good look at you.
My friends said, yep, we’re leaving, see you then, the other women said goodbye too, so there were just the two of us left. I asked: are you alone or do you have someone waiting for you? Why, what are you planning, yes, I have an acquaintance but we live in separate apartments. I would like to talk to you for a bit, I don’t have to be here, and what do you suggest? Well, we could go to my place, I have a nice drink over which we can talk about our past and what we’ve been up to. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you, at least I don’t plan to, but if you want us to do it again from back then, please do, I really enjoyed it. How could I ever forget getting fucked for the first time and losing your innocence in the process, you never forget something like that. I had such a crush on you.
You could have done anything to me, busted my ass in any hole, pissed, just about anything, but after that you were gone. I cried for days and looked for you, nobody could tell me where you were, until I gathered up the courage and went to your parents. Here I found out that you were studying mechanical engineering in Hanover. After that I had a few admirers, but I never loved or missed anyone as much as you. Nobody could match your tenderness and stamina. I have finally found you again, tell me honestly, would I have another chance with you? You have to know that I have just been through a huge disappointment, I promise you nothing, absolutely nothing, everything that comes between us is your risk! If you are prepared to take that on, then say clearly and distinctly: yes, I want to! Why am I demanding this so coldly? My last relationship lasted a few years and then she wanted to foist a cuckoo child on me.
So, now you know my reserved attitude towards women. I would go through hell with you, yes I want to, I can stay here with you. I live with a good friend and yes I am a bit bi. Now during our conversation the first bottle was of course empty and the mood was more relaxed, we moved closer together and closer physical contact was established. When I then held her in my arms, she said: I have dreamed of this for all these years, please kiss me like we did back then and we can start again from the beginning, please let us forget everything and start again. Will you show me your apartment? I gave her a tour of all the rooms, kissing up her neck until she offered me her mouth, where our tongues finally united. As she took a breath she gasped: You have it great here. Your ex had taste.
I pushed her back brutally and hissed: Not another word about my ex, never again, you understand, never again. Guiltily, she lowered her gaze: I understand, never again, I promise. Harder than I actually wanted, I pushed her onto the bed and not at all gently, I ripped the clothes off her body, which of course led to a loud protest. Hey, you did that much nicer back then, I’m really sorry about that. Come on, be nice to me again. As compensation, she held out her pussy to me with her legs spread wide, which I immediately licked out with relish, and everything was fine again. She had long since exposed my stiff cock, which she massaged skillfully and tried to get my pants down. Of course, she also wanted free territory to play and have fun. And we quickly found out what turned us on and liked us the most.
But even after a month and a half, the real spark hadn’t ignited. Whenever I was fucking Agnes, I always had Karin’s face in my mind’s eye. We were further away from love than ever, it was just hot sex that we were having. Then it happened that Karin ran into me with a stroller, I hadn’t paid attention and saw her too late. Well, I had to go through it now. We greeted each other rather stiffly with “Hello, how are you.” This is your sweetheart, I tried to sound conciliatory. Can I have a look in the stroller and knew at the same time who the father was. He was the spitting image of Klaus. The father was Klaus, a good friend of mine, who had celebrated Karin’s birthday with his wife and had slept with us because of his alcohol level. Then at some point in the night it happened.
Karin wanted to go to the toilet and he went to the kitchen for a drink, and they “met” on the living room table! The result was now in front of me in the car, beaming at me as she kicked. When I asked: Does Helga know about this? Karin said of course she did, she woke up when she heard the moaning and watched, yes she fingered herself and finally licked Klaus’s cock. She knows that he has a child with me, but our friendship hasn’t suffered because of it, in fact we do it together more often now. And how are you? Well, it’s better not to ask, yes I have an acquaintance from school, but with her we only have vanilla sex from front to back. Yes, when I fuck her, I still have you in front of my eyes, in my head I play out the most amazing things with you, yes, I miss you very much. Can’t we meet like this sometime, maybe with Helga and Klaus together?
What do you think? I’ll talk to them. I’ll call you right away. That same evening Karin got in touch and said that Helga and Klaus would be delighted if we met again. Only Agnes looked irritated when she found out that Helga and Klaus were coming to visit. She somehow suspected that something was up. She watched the two of them greet each other with suspicion. When she saw where Josef reached into Helga’s room and Karin greeted Klaus with a French kiss. After the second bottle of wine had been emptied and the mood was more relaxed, even more relaxed, Agnes and Helga also got closer with a long French kiss and a touch of the butt. All of which suddenly caused the air to crackle with horniness. Every orifice of Karin, Helga and Agnes was smeared several times with fresh sperm from Klaus and me. We agreed that we would do this more often, and a new swinger friendship was born.
