A Covert Compromise

“We need to talk.”

Those are the four words that every guy does not want to hear. It typically foreshadows a conversation that rarely ends well. These same words were said to me by my recently wedded wife.

Chelsea and I’s relationship was wonderful. We’d been together for a couple of years and just tied the knot last month. We shared a lot of common interests, spent plenty of quality time together and are happily in love. Some people have even told us that we were a perfect couple.

The subject of kids came up a time or two in the past. I loved kids and always wanted one of my own. Chelsea wasn’t as invested in having a child, but she always told me that she wouldn’t mind having one with me when the time was right. It wasn’t until we baby-sat her 2-year-old niece when things began to take a turn in our relationship.

Ellie was like any other 2 year old. She had moments of being fun and adorable. Ellie also threw temper tantrums, cried excessively and often acted out very frequently in public. While I kept most of my composure, understanding that this is normal for her age, Chelsea did not.

“Okay… is everything alright?” I cautiously asked.

“Can we please go somewhere private?” She suggested.

I could tell something was bothering her when I heard her voice crack slightly as she spoke. Her arms folded inward across her dainty frame. Ellie had just now fallen asleep in time for her 1pm nap. Following Chelsea into the kitchen, I closed the door making sure to not wake Ellie. I could feel my palms clamming up so I patted the side of my jeans while waiting for my wife to speak.

“Before I say what I have to say, I just want you to know I love you very much.” She said nervously. “I know we’ve been married for a month now but…I wish I had realized this sooner.”

“Okay…” I stressed to her.

“I…I don’t want kids.” She said in a quavering tone. “You probably hate me right now, but I am sorry.”

A chill went down my spine as I felt both emotionally and physically paralyzed. Hearing those words made my heart sink and my lips quiver. My mind was racing with excessive thoughts. I loved Chelsea so much, I didn’t know what to say or do. We both stood there in silence for a moment before I gathered enough emotional strength to give her a coherent response.

“What….what made you decide this? Is it because of Ellie?”

“I am sorry.” She muttered, “I like kids, don’t get me wrong, it’s just…I..I can’t handle them.”

“Then why did you agree with me to watch Ellie if you really didn’t want to?”

“Because my sister is going through a lot and I just wanted to help her.” She cried.

Chelsea continued to sob with tears rolling on her face. I waited a minute or two in silence, letting our emotions run their course before I calmly walked up to her and gave her a comforting hug. She eased up some of her tears and continued to express her guilt about not wanting children.

“Please don’t leave me…” she quietly pleaded.

“I won’t baby, we will figure this out.”

I really didn’t know what to do at this moment. I loved Chelsea and I planned on being with her for the rest of my life. Yes, it hurt knowing that she just now told me about not wanting children. Will we adopt? I don’t know…maybe if the child was old enough. I just knew she was feeling guilty and I didn’t want to make her feel worse.

“Have you told anyone about this?” I asked.

“Only Christiana.” she answered.

Christiana was Chelsea’s older sister whose husband recently passed away last week from a heart attack. You’d think she would be devastated, but she seemed more stoic than anything.

Three years ago, Christiana met a wealthy investor named James Lawitz at a bar in Arlington Heights. Where she was a 30-year-old fitness coach at the time, he was a 60-year-old business man who wooed her with his money. He took her to lavish vacations, dined at high-end restaurants, bought her luxurious gifts, and eventually an expensive ring from Tiffany & Co. Despite the fact that he was slightly overweight with health issues, it was safe to say that Christiana was really interested in his money. Granted no one said it aloud, but we all knew.

A year after they married, Ellie was born. Christiana became a full-time stay at home mom to care for their new blessing…and I do stress on that word. Where James was over 60, he had a difficult time getting my sister-in-law pregnant. I overheard conversations about how it took many attempts but they eventually managed to have a child. Ever since Ellie was born, Christiana’s relationship with James slowly lost its spark. She eventually realized that he was a chronic workaholic who usually put his career above everything else. It wasn’t until the past few months when they both started trying for a second child.

After spending the next few minutes comforting my wife, I leaned back and broke the silence by asking about her sister’s recent appointment.

“When does your sister leave the clinic?” I asked.

“Around 5pm.” She responded. “It’s just a quick doctor visit to discuss the health of the baby.”

“Ahh, so she’s really having another child?”

“Looks like it.” Chelsea continued, “She did send me a photo of a pregnancy test 2 days before James’ heart attack and her in-laws planned this gathering at her place at 6pm tonight. We will know more details once we head over there to drop Ellie off.”

“Looks like another child James isn’t going to raise.” I sarcastically murmured.

Chelsea elbowed me at my remark. “You ass!” she responded while trying to hold back a smile.

The joke might have been too soon, but it at least cheered up my wife for a bit. We both kissed and agreed that we would work things out and would cross that bridge when we got there. 5pm came around and Ellie woke up from her nap. I got her something to drink and put on some tv for her to watch while Chelsea and I got ready.

“So what should I wear? Do I need to bring anything?” I asked.

“Just something comfy but nice.” she answered, “It’s a rich person’s pool party. Her in-laws will supply everything.”

I nodded and continued getting dressed. Once the three of us were ready, we all left the house and drove Ellie back home to her mother. At 6pm, I pulled up at the front gates of Christiana’s property. As the automatic gates opened, I drove through her long driveway until we arrived at the front of her house. A good 12-15 cars were already parked and we heard music playing in the backyard. I then parked my car and the three of us walked towards the back of the house.

“They are here!”

As we made our way to the backyard pool area, Christiana’s mother-in-law announced our arrival. She was a sorta-nice lady who’s as clueless as a goldfish. She was well in her 80’s and was out of touch with the societal norms of the world today. Her husband passed away 14 years ago and she’s been living on his retirement ever since.

“How’s my beautiful grand-daughter?” She greeted as she carefully bent down towards Ellie. “Your mother’s got a big surprise for you!”

“Speaking of, where is my sister?” Asked Chelsea.

“Oh she’s just getting ready. She will be out here in a few more minutes to tell everyone the wonderful news.”

I let the mother-in-law take Ellie as Chelsea and I made our way to join the party. Everyone was having a grand time. Children were playing in the pool, the men were standing around the grill, sipping on some scotch while the women gossiped about family drama. It wasn’t long until the doors opened up and Christiana made her grand entrance. Everyone turned their heads to her and began clapping. Making her way down the steps, she waved at everyone as the mother-in-law walked up to join her. The music was then muted as everyone stood in silence, waiting to hear what Christiana had to say.

“Hello everyone! Thank you for coming out.” She greeted, “I hope you all are doing well. As you know, last week was rough for all of us. James was a wonderful, hard-working man who always took care of Ellie and I. Even though he’s now with our Heavenly Father, I am blessed to say that he has left one last gift behind.”

As Christiana finished her quick speech, she slowly began caressing her stomach. Everyone at the party cheered for her new bundle of joy. The music started playing again and the celebration continued. While I was happy for her, I was also slightly envious. I saw Chelsea gossiping with other women at the party so I took this opportunity to grab myself another drink and started chatting with some of their relatives to take my mind off things.

15 minutes passed by and I was feeling a little more at ease thanks to the Macallan scotch. I was still chatting with the other guests until Christiana and her mother-in-law walked up towards me.

“How’s the party?” Asked Christiana

“It’s great! Thank you for having us and congrats on the exciting news!” I responded. “Have you thought of any names yet?”

“Thank you and none at the moment.” She continued, “It’s very early in the pregnancy and I have a ways to go before I find out the gender.”

“Oh I hope it’s a boy to carry our name and continue our legacy.” Exclaimed the mother-in-law.

Our conversation continued for another 5-10 minutes. It was mostly listening to her mother-in-law preaching about traditions and other boring topics. It wasn’t long until Christiana started holding her stomach again.

“I hate to interrupt you, but could you please excuse me? I need to use the restroom. I am not feeling 100%.” She said.

“Oh dear, the pregnancy sickness has already started!” her mother-in-law nervously stated. “Do you need any help?”

“No thank you, I just need some time to myself.” She answered as she started to turn towards the house.

Christiana then looked at me and asked, “Oh, I almost forgot. Could you do me a favor and bring over some more scotch for the party? I was told that we were running low.”

“Sure thing, where in the house do you keep it?”

“We usually keep it in the cellar, however, we are remodeling it.” She said, “In the meantime, we have kept a case either in the storage room underneath the pool house or inside the pool house itself. Mind getting some here in a few minutes? It’s no rush.”

“Of course, once I finish my drink I would be happy to help.” I exclaimed.

Usually I don’t care to do favors at a party, but the free scotch makes it worth it. After Christiana thanked me and left, I continued the conversation with her mother-in-law for an additional 10 more minutes, mainly listening to her monologuing.

Once she finally left, I quickly downed the last bit of scotch and set my glass on a table as I gradually made my way over towards the back of the storage area underneath the pool house. Upon making my way to the door of the storage area, I opened it up and went inside.

There were a handful of boxes scattered everywhere along with an old car that hasn’t been used in years. As I shut the door, the chatter from everyone at the party and the loud music was now blocked out. The room was quiet and peaceful. I had even contemplated opening a bottle and pouring myself a glass to indulge in the complete silence. Walking throughout the storage area to find the case of scotch, I looked through the boxes. Most contained photos, clothes and other items belonging to the family. After checking everything, I turned towards the stairs that looked to lead up to the room in the pool house. I set a few boxes aside and I headed up the steps.

Upon reaching the top step, a lovely light fragrance lingered in the room. As my eyes got a good look inside the pool house, I was immediately taken back at what I saw. Right next to the front windows was the case of Macallan scotch that I was looking for. Standing next to it however was Christiana, wearing a white bathrobe and sipping on what appeared to be a bottle of Grey Goose.

“What are you doing!” I reacted as I gestured to the bottle of vodka in her hand.

“Trying to take the edge off.” She responded, “That scotch tastes like dirt. I’m more of a vodka girl anyways. There’s no odor and it goes down much easier.”

“You can’t be fucking serious? You just announced your second child not even an hour ago!” I vented, “You are literally killing your unborn child!”

“Well luckily for me, I don’t have one just yet.” She rebutted.

“What are you talking about?”

“What I mean…is that I am not pregnant.” She sighed as she took another sip of vodka.

I stood there dumbfounded, trying to process what all was being said to me right in that moment. Christiana had a look of certainty on her face that reassured me she was not lying. I glanced around the room subconsciously, trying to make sense of all of this.

“Why? Why did you lie to everyone? And the pregnancy test photo you sent?”

“Because…well, it’s because I didn’t want to lose the inheritance.” she confessed. “When I first met James, he showed me how amazing his life was and wanted me to be a part of it. Over the years, he revealed his true self. He was a selfish ass that only cared about himself and his work. Ellie was the best thing he ever gave me. I wanted another child and had to beg him for it. We tried multiple times until his heart attack took his life last week. People were asking and I panicked. I fed his family some clever bull-shit story about how I was finally conceived before he died. If his family knew that I wasn’t pregnant, I wouldn’t get all of his inheritance. I found a photo online of a positive pregnancy test and sent it to a few people. And now, here we are.”

“Fuck.” I uttered as I paced around the room, combing my fingers through my hair, realizing the mess Christiana put herself in. “So what now? You are going to have to tell them eventually.”

“And lose the inheritance? I don’t think so.” She vindicated.

“So what are you going to do?” I asked.

There was a slight pause as Christiana took another sip from the bottle. She folded her arms and glanced at me while I stared back at her, demanding for an answer.

“I was actually wondering if you were willing to help me.” She said.

“Help you? With what?”

“My sister recently told me that she didn’t want to have a child.” Christiana answered, “She literally waited till after marriage to tell you this. I think that was pretty shitty of her.”

My shoulders slightly slouched as I felt the guilt linger over me. As much as I loved Chelsea, I hate to admit that her sister was kinda right.

“Where I got myself in this situation, I needed to find someone I could trust. Someone who’s willing to put a baby in me and keep it a secret so everyone will think it’s James’ child.” She continued, “I figured since my sister didn’t want to bear your child, then maybe I could.”

“I’m sorry…but I can’t.” I exhaled, “It wouldn’t be right if I cheated on Chelsea like that.”

Christiana then began walking towards me. I took a slight step back not knowing what she was about to do but she seemed very calm about everything.

“Listen, ‘we’ would not be cheating on anyone.” she persuaded me, “Think of us like friends with benefits…except this will only be a one time thing. It will need to happen soon or people will get suspicious. Look…you and I both want a child. We wouldn’t be fucking each other out of love. You and my sister will still continue on with your marriage like before.”

Christiana then placed the bottle of vodka down on the table and gradually began untying her white bathrobe. After the knot had been undone, she looked straight into my eyes as she deliberately slid the bath rob off of her shoulders. There she stood before me, wearing nothing but her two-piece swimsuit, flaunting her well toned body. Her c-cup breasts were very perky and her thick ass was more than enough to already cause me to have intrusive thoughts about her. She gently grabbed my left hand and placed it on her tight stomach.

“I want your child.” She continued, “You are the only extended family member I actually like. Everyone already believes I am carrying James’ child so we wouldn’t have to worry about them asking for DNA tests. Once the child is born, I will make sure you get to spend all the time in the world with them. No one will ever know about this, not even my sister. What do you say?”

I stood there deathly still, pondering the offer Christiana had presented me. I felt conflicted. The fact that my wife’s sister was standing right in front of me in her swimsuit, offering me to fuck her, made me even more nervous. She was sliding my hand across her midsection tenderly while she gave me the most bewitched expression on her face. Her bedroom eyes locked with mine, waiting for me to respond. As wrong as this felt, I really, really wanted a child…and she was really tempting me.

“You promise no one will know.” I asked skittishly.

Christiana smiled and removed my hand from her stomach to reach for the bottle of vodka.

“Here, this will help you relax.” She insisted. “I think you will feel much better once I warm you up.”

She then licked her lips and grabbed the top part of my pants. While unbuttoning me, I began downing some of the vodka. I felt my zipper being undone and soon, her fingers wrapped around both my pants and boxers. Seconds later, she then pulled them down to my ankles.

“Oh my…” she gasped, “I can see why my sister wanted to marry you.”

As I looked down, Christiana was on her knees with my semi-hard cock dangling in front of her face. She bit her lower lip and smiled at me while placing her hands on my hips. She leaned closer and gave it a slight kiss without breaking eye contact.

“You aren’t fully hard yet are you?” She inquired.

“Not yet, but I will be very soon.” I answered anxiously.

“Looks like I am in for a real treat then.” She teased as she slid her hands on to my manhood. Pulling the foreskin back, she leaned in once more and gently kissed the head of my cock.

“You know… I was always curious about what it would feel like to have a flaccid cock in my mouth and then to have it grow hard inside of me.” She said, “Any chance you could make me a lucky girl and give me that feeling?”

I stood there for a few seconds with the bottle still in my hand. The scotch and vodka was really taking effect on me. I could feel my mouth going numb as it began to speak faster than I could think. I set the bottle down and placed my hands on her arms.

“Put me in your mouth and find out.”

Her eyebrows slightly raised as she seemed surprised at my response. She licked her lips again and leaned her head towards my erection, stretching her mouth wide open and easing my cock inside her. Her lips gripped tightly around my aroused member. The silent room slowly began to be filled with the sounds of Christiana slurping. Her hands soon slid down and started to massage my large sack. Her moans let out a slight vibration in her lips that was still wrapped around me. It wasn’t much longer until the both of us felt my manhood started growing inside her mouth. From her enthusiasm alone, she was enjoying me inside her mouth as much as I was.

She continued to moan with excitement as she soon placed her hands on my thighs and slid her throat off of my fully erect cock. As she quickly caught her breath, I reached for the bottle of Grey Goose and took another swig. I reached my left hand down to the back of her head and guided her back onto my cock.

The sounds of her sucking and gagging continued to turn me on. I felt the tip of my shaft slide down her neck as her throat constricted around it. As guilty as I already was fucking my sister-in-law’s mouth, I’ll admit…she was giving me head better than my own wife.

This encounter lasted for a few more minutes until Christiana spit me out of her mouth. She looked up at me with my cock in her hands, stroking it while maintaining eye contact.

“So.. you ready for me to be on top?” She offered.

I took another sip of vodka and gave her the bottle. She happily took it and downed another sip before setting it on the bedside table. As I carefully sat down on the bed, Christiana placed her hands on my knees and pulled herself up. Despite being 33 with a child, her figure looked like that of a model. She took one step closer to me and used her feet to slide my legs slightly apart.

She then reached both arms behind her back and enthusiastically began untying her top piece of her bathing suit. I laid there on the guest bed watching the strings fall off of her shoulders. In one single motion, she removed her top and tossed it on the bed next to me. Her beautiful breasts were now on full display. Christiana then slowly turned around, deliberately swaying her perfectly curvy ass. She then slid her thumbs into the sides of her bikini and rocked her hips as she began pulling them down.

While enjoying Christiana’s strip-tease, I grabbed my swollen shaft and slowly began jerking myself off to keep my member stimulated. Once she bent completely over to remove her bikini, I started to lick my lips and stroke myself even faster.

“Do you like my ass that much?” She smiled as she turned around, “Remove your hand and you can enjoy more of it.”

As I let go of my cock, Christiana took a small step back and held it in place with her hand. She then lowered herself on to the head, sliding her pussy against it. I could feel her lower lips getting wet, coating the tip of my shaft. There was a slight tickling sensation at the head that lasted for a few seconds before she began to slide my large member inside her.

“Oh….oh god. Mhmmm…” she panted.

Her back started to shiver as she was able to slide all the way down my shaft. She felt extremely tight. Christiana then squeezed my knees while she slowly rocked her hips in my lap. Her ass was grinding against my lower stomach, and what a beautiful site it was.

After a minute or two, Christiana started picking up her pace. She slid her fingers through her hair and pulled her hair slightly back as she began bouncing in my lap. Watching her gorgeous ass ripple with every bounce brought great pleasure to my eyes. I could see the sides of her breasts bounce to the same rhythm as she was. Her breathing picked up and her thrusts progressively got more intense. As mesmerized as I was, she was putting me in a hypnotic state that compelled me to reach forward to grab her voluptuous ass.

“How close are you?” She asked seductively.

“I have a little ways to go, but I’m definitely getting there.”

“Well…if you promise to not cum in me just yet, I can let you fuck my ass.” She offered.

I paused for a second contemplating the idea. I was already balls deep inside my sister-in-law, I figured a little bit of anal wouldn’t hurt. Plus, she’s got the hottest ass I have ever seen. I knew I wouldn’t get another opportunity like this so I accepted.

Christiana then slowly stood up, sliding off of my fully erect cock and leaned over next to me on all fours. She looked at me and smiled, “Well handsome, it’s all yours.”

She could tell I was excited where I instantly rolled off of the bed and immediately placed both hands on her ass. I used my thighs to spread her legs further apart before adjusting my hips, making sure the head of my cock was firmly pressed against her ass hole. I gripped her large ass with my hands and pulled myself in.

On impact, she let out an audible gasp. It was obvious she hadn’t had anything this big in her ass before…or at least in a long time. Her body was still for a few seconds before she turned her head towards me.

“Well…what are you waiting for?” She said with a wink.

I quickly arched myself back and drove my fully erect appendage inside her. Christiana immediately grabbed the blankets and buried her face in the covers as her ass took a beating. Her cheeks repeatedly slapped my abdomen with every thrust as I was stretching out her insides. The sounds of her screaming were concealed by the bed sheets while I was vigorously fucking her doggy style.

For the next couple of minutes, she was mine for the taking. It wasn’t often that my own wife would let me try anal on her. Her sister on the other hand was a lot more willing. As much as I enjoyed her ass pleasuring me, I started to feel a small build up inside me. I slowed down my pace and I gradually eased my grip on Christiana’s ass.

“Are you about to cum?” She asked.

“Close. I feel like I have another minute or two.” I responded.

Letting out a slight chuckle, Christiana started to crawl back towards me with my cock still buried in her ass. She pushed herself up and leaned her back against my chest, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“How about you lay down and relax and let me finish taking care of you.” She whispered in my ear.

I placed my hands on her hips and steadily pulled myself out of her ass. She then stood up and assisted me back on the bed. Crawling on top of me, she lifted her right leg and hovered over my slippery member. She grabbed the base of my shaft and lowered herself down onto me.

“Ohhh fuck you feel good.” She smiled as she rested her hands on my chest.

Christiana then started swinging her hips back and forth, stimulating my cock that was lodged deep inside her. She quickly started biting her lips. Her chest had a slight reddish hue, indicating that she was very aroused. I placed my hands on her hips while she continued to ride me. Her perfect breasts jiggled with each motion and her hands started to squeeze my chest. I could feel her insides tightening up as she picked up her pace. It was only a matter of time before she would bring us to climax.

The build up I felt a few minutes before now felt stronger. Christiana was aggressively fucking me while my cock began twitching inside her. She kept up this momentum for another minute before our bodies finally convulsed.

While feeling her succumbing to her orgasm, I released myself deep inside her. Her fingertips reached down to her stomach as she felt me cum inside her. She had a smile of relief on her face. After catching her breath, she soon leaned slightly forward to lay her hands down on my chest. Her eyes were closed for the first minute before gradually opening them up to look at me.

“You good?” I cautiously asked while catching my breath in the process.

“Oh yeah…just give me a few minutes to get myself together.”

She then lowered herself and laid on my chest with my cock still buried inside her. Christiana rested her head on my chest and wrapped her arms over my head. I placed my hands on her waist, feeling her tense body slowly calming down from our discreet encounter. I then rested my eyes while we both enjoyed the silence.

After a few minutes unwinding, Christiana soon sat back up and began putting on her bikini and white bathrobe. While watching her get dressed, I laid there thinking about the future…mainly about my child that she was covertly carrying.

She then turned to me and smiled, “Thank you for everything. I know you will be a great dad.”

I smiled back as Christiana slowly got up and slid the bottle of Grey Goose into the case with the scotch. “If you could please, could you wait here for 10 more minutes?” She asked, “I just want to make sure we leave separately so we do not draw any suspicion.”

I then smiled and nodded. She thanked me once more and headed downstairs to the storage area to quietly leave behind the pool house. The room was silent as I laid there for the next few minutes enjoying the peace and quiet.

Once the 10 minutes had passed, I leisurely stood up and began putting my clothes back on. I straightened up the bed and then grabbed the case of scotch. Taking the steps down to the storage area, I made my way over to the back of the pool house and then made my exit.

The party was still in full swing. Everyone was enjoying themselves as I made my way up with the case of scotch. A few relatives even cheered when they saw the scotch that I was carrying.

While letting them grab a few bottles of Macallan, I casually surveyed the party, looking around to see if anyone had noticed my absence. My eyes soon met with Christiana’s face. She gently caressed her stomach as she watched the children playing in the pool.

Noticing me from the corner of her eye, Christiana turned her head towards me. She then smiled and gave me a small wink. Making sure nobody was paying any attention to us, I smiled back…knowing that the blessing that she was carrying, will forever be our little secret.