For this story to make any sense at all, it will be helpful to read part one of "On Loan." If I do say so myself, it's one of the most erotic things I've written to date, so hopefully you'll be rewarded for your efforts.
"On Loan" is meant as an homage to one of my favorite authors on Literotica, The Big Bopper. He wrote a one-part story called "Swap for a Period." It reminded me a great deal of a real-life experience I had once, so I asked him if he would please finish it. While he indicated he had no desire to revisit his own material, he did give me his blessing to take his idea of a wife lending her husband out and run with it. Hopefully, he likes what I've done with it.
I would also like to thank my friend Kat for her editing efforts. I've taken the criticism that I could use an editor to heart. Any mistakes you find lingering in the text are my own.
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Part Two
The days turned into weeks. Stephanie's pregnancy continued and although she chafed at the confinement, she was doing well. She spent most of her time blogging and getting recipes ready for Amanda to post once she took over. When Amanda came home every day, they tried to work on it before Amanda's homework pulled her away. Satisfied with their progress, she was grateful to have the extra time to get Amanda up to speed.
For his part, Jack was working harder than ever. His business had picked up at the worst possible moment. He hired more people, but they required training. He made sure to be out there with his crews, getting dirty along with the rest of them. His people were good at their jobs, and the gardens they created were gaining notice. There had been some writeups in the local paper so their phones were ringing off the hook.
Their household had settled into a routine. When he came home, he'd kiss Amanda "hello," and ask her about her day. Then he'd hurry upstairs, kiss his wife, and shower. Amanda would bring them their tray and he'd remain with Steph until she kicked him out. He made sure never to be in a hurry to leave her, he never wanted her to grow resentful.
However, he'd be lying if he didn't admit that he spent most of his day digging in the dirt, thinking about fucking his niece later that night. They would start off the evening by doing various things. Cuddling in the hammock, soaking in the hot tub, going for a run, watching something on TV. Sooner or later, every night without fail, he would wind up inside her tight, young body. Sometimes, they would fuck furiously, then follow that up with a long, leisurely bout of lovemaking to end of the evening.
Proving to be experimental, there was very little Amanda wouldn't try. Jack had tied her up, spanked her, humiliated her, and she took it all and loved it. One night, they took a shower together and he decided to pee all over her body. She all but attacked him, surprising them both. Afterward, she laughingly got out a marker and wrote "Jack's territory" where he had peed. After that, every time they were in the shower, he'd pee on another part of her body and she'd mark it up later. It was a good thing it was a washable marker, as she'd be covered in ink otherwise.
He was obsessed with her long, hair. Her shade of blonde was so fair, it was almost silver. He once spent an early part of the evening with her in front of the TV brushing the long strands. She jokingly showed him how to braid it and he could now do a serviceable French braid. He wasn't sure if that skill would come in handy later in life, but it was now in his tool belt.
Jack would have to say, though, that the most magical time with Amanda was when they were making love, her legs wrapped around his hips. They would stare into each other's eyes, their souls entangling along with their limbs and tongues. The intense pleasure was incredible, the connection electric. He'd thrust slowly, her hips rising to meet him, and he wanted to die of the bliss she gave him. It was getting harder and harder to leave her bed to return to his own. When he did, he'd crawl in beside his pregnant wife and hold her close. Sometimes, she'd awaken and hold his hand, commenting on the smell of sex. They'd kiss slowly, then fall asleep together.
While Jack was still madly in love with his wife and their unborn child, Amanda was taking up room in his heart. He knew it, even if he scarcely acknowledged it. He certainly never shared the information with Amanda or Stephanie. It was so confusing that he decided to Google to see if there was such a thing as loving two women at once. He found links to various books on the subject and tried to read up on it. There was only so much time in the day, however. If he had to choose between fucking his beautiful niece or reading a book, the niece won every time.
Amanda also followed a familiar pattern. She'd awaken, sometimes have sex with Jack, sometimes not. She'd get Stephanie her breakfast, then head off to class. Despite her very active sex life, she was keeping up with her classes, which she found fascinating. After class, she'd check on Stephanie. If she was awake, they'd work on the blog until Amanda had to excuse herself to do homework and start dinner, often preparing some of the recipes that Stephanie had given her for the blog. Every day, when her uncle came home, she would feel a tingle of excitement between her thighs. They were both very cool about it. They'd share a kiss, but the early part of the evening was about Stephanie. Once she was ready to go to sleep, the rest of the evening belonged to them.
About a month after their affair had started, Jack and Amanda decided to go for a run. He made sure he had his cell phone on him and they drove to a nearby park. It was a larger one, with lots of wooded areas. They ran a couple of miles, setting an easy pace. Jack let her run a little ahead of him, so he could enjoy the view of her ass in yoga pants as she ran. She would glance over her shoulder, her long silver pony tail bobbing along as she ran. Her eyes would twinkle, and her laugh would ring out. He loved that laugh, it was one of her best qualities.
Finally, he had enough of watching her ass. He steered her towards a deserted, wooded area. He pressed her against a tree, holding her hands over her head. He yanked her yoga pants down over her slim hips and started spanking her pert ass. Her cheeks grew red, each one having a perfect imprint of his hand. He made her count them out, not even telling her what number they were going for. It wound up being 32, the exact number of days that had passed since they became lovers. He whispered that in her ear as he spread her thighs apart and buried his erection in her tight cunt.
He brought his hands up under her shirt and sports bra. Jack found her small breasts with their peaks erect. He pinched her nipples, forcing a loud moan to escape her lips. He grinned and did it again. He loved making her do things he knew would drive her crazy. After all, Amanda didn't want to get caught any more than he did. That didn't stop her from responding to his touch, crying out the combination of pleasure and pain. In a month of wild things, this one was one of the best. And if they got caught? So long as the police weren't called, who gave a fuck? If it were a man, they would share a look of understanding. She was unimaginably sexy. Who wouldn't want to fuck her every chance they got?
