I head straight to Steve's and tell him the whole story. He just smiles and gets down on his knees and kisses my stomach and tells me how thrilled he is that his seed has produced a baby. He offers that he will of course take core of the baby, and that he wants to be a great father, forever. He tells me not to worry, that it will all work out. It may take time, but in the end all will be good.
Again I get home late, Brett has left me a note on the kitchen counter. That he's got a last minute business trip to Vegas and may be gone for a couple nights. I feel relieved for a bit, and of course call Steve. Steve is over in a few minutes, and he brings a nice take out dinner for us to share. We then head upstairs for a nice fuck, amazing as ever. This is now the first time I've had sex with Steve in my own bed, my marriage bed. It feels strange at first, but sex with Steve is so amazing, that I quickly forget this is the bed that Brett and I have shared for many many years, and the bed that we made our 3 children in. After sex, full of Steve's cum juice, I tell him I want to finally sleep-in in the morning. That these past few weeks, I've had to get up super early to get out before Brett woke up.
What I didn't know was the Brett not only was now very suspicious, but he also had not left on a business trip at all. He was parked in a rental car outside of our house. He watched as Steve drove up toe the house. He then watched as Steve never left the house that night.
The next morning I indeed was able to sleep in, and by 8:30 Steve was stirring, with a raging hard-on and started caressing my body, and spooning me with his manly body, with his huge dick pressed nearly halfway up my back while he fingered me with one hand and played with my nipples with his other hand. When his started all this sexiness, I was asleep, but of course I was now wide awake and ready for some wild sex. But our passion got the best of us, as I had no idea that Brett had walked in the front door, and was now assessing that another man was in the house. Not only was Steve's car right in the driveway. But Steve had left his keys, his boots and phone down in the kitchen. Brett picked up the phone, and touched it to see if he could get into the phone, but it was locked. But there were the text alerts from me... at least 5 texts from me, from last night. My phone is next to Steve's, and Brett knows my password. so starts scrolling through the text messages, dozens back and forth to Steve. Brett takes screen shots of the messages and sends them to his email.
Steve and I are busy, deep into passionate sex and never hear Brett walk up the stairs. He has both his phone and mine, and starts to take photos of Steve whose back is to the master bedroom door, it's still dim in the room and we hear nothing as he pumps away, and as I scream out in passionate joy.
Brett's now seen enough, he's literally sick to his stomach. He drops my phone right there on the floor and darts down the stairs. He barely makes it to the bottom step and throws up, and vomits violently across the bottom steps. He just keeps going and he'd straight out of the house barely closing the door behind him.
Steve and I oblivious to this whole scene, just fall asleep after sex and finally wake up later. Steve's asleep and I head downstairs to make us coffee. As I head out of the room, there's my phone on the ground. Jeez, why the heck is my phone here, I think to myself. Oh no worries, I head down to the kitchen, and then I smell the putrid smell of vomit, and see a stain of it across the bottom steps. What the fuck is this. I really have no idea. Shit who did this. I quickly head straight to the kitchen, and as I'm walking, I instinctively look down at my phone and see there's a few messages from Brett. HOLY Fuck, these are images of Steve and I fucking and sent from Brett to my phone. No I want to vomit, I run to the sink and have a heap of violent vomit, retching for a while. Until I feel Steve's hand on my back. He's completely naked, and his big hands just gently massage my back, while he whispers in my ear, "Ah a little morning sickness... I'm so sorry, but also so super excited that you are making my baby in your belly, for me right now."
I had not idea if I should tell Steve any of what I had just seen, or how I now knew the Brett knows all. We just got ready together, while he took care of me, until we left for work together.
After work that evening, I come home late again and after spending time time with Steve. It seemed the only thing we did most was have sex, and I was happy with that, in fact that was my primary goal in life it seemed now. Regardless of how disastrous my home situation was, and that Brett was likely to confront me.
