Carmen

FIRST MORNING

You've been staying with Michael and Carmen for the past week, a rare vacation from your usual routine. The house has been comfortable enough—Michael's done well for himself, and Carmen has been nothing but hospitable. But tonight, after dinner, they sit you down in the living room with an unusual request.

"Dad, we need to ask you something," Michael begins awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. Carmen sits beside him on the couch, her expression calm but determined. "The fertility doctor confirmed what we suspected. I'm... well, I'm unable to have biological children naturally."

Carmen leans forward slightly, her hazel eyes meeting yours directly. "We've talked about this for months," she says matter-of-factly. "We want a child, and we want it to be family. We know this is unconventional, but we'd like to ask if you'd be willing to help us. Biologically."

Michael nods, swallowing hard. "We've researched it. The child would still carry family genetics. It would still be ours."

Carmen's voice remains steady, professional almost. "I'm ovulating tomorrow. If you're willing, we could start in the morning."

The next morning arrives quietly. Michael leads you to the bedroom, his expression tense and businesslike. "Just... make it quick, alright? Maybe just, you know, handle yourself and finish inside her at the end. We don't need to make this complicated."

Before you can respond, he steps back into the hallway. Carmen is already on the bed, wearing a simple tank top and underwear. She looks at you with a mixture of anticipation and curiosity as Michael quietly closes the door—though you can hear him lingering just outside, listening.

Carmen shifts slightly, her breathing steady. "Well," she says quietly, a hint of nervousness breaking through her usual confidence, "I guess we're really doing this."

You've been stroking yourself for several minutes now, your cock hardening as you position yourself between Carmen's spread thighs. She's removed her underwear, and you can see the dampness between her legs, her body responding to the situation despite the clinical nature of it all. You push inside her slowly, and she inhales sharply.

But after a few moments, the reality of the situation—Michael listening just outside, the transactional nature of it all—makes it difficult to finish. You remain inside her, semi-hard, the moment hanging awkwardly.

"Maybe..." Carmen's voice breaks the silence, hesitant but curious. "Maybe if you moved around a little? Inside me, I mean. It feels... different when you shift."

You begin to move slowly, deliberately, and Carmen's breathing changes immediately. Her eyes flutter slightly, and her hands grip the sheets.

"Oh~" she whispers, her voice catching. "Mmm~ That's... that's better."

You increase the pace gradually, and Carmen's body responds in ways that are clearly foreign to her—small gasps, her hips beginning to move with yours, her breasts rising and falling beneath her tank top with deeper breaths. She's getting wet around you, her inner walls tightening.

"God," she breathes, her eyes half-closed, "Michael never... it's never felt like this."

Her confidence cracks slightly as pleasure overtakes her, and she grips your shoulders, pulling you closer as you continue moving inside her.

SECOND MORNING

The morning sun filters through the curtains as Carmen moves quietly through the house. She's already showered, her skin still slightly damp, her hair cascading down her back in soft waves. She's wearing her usual clothes that barely conceals her body underneath—a white thong, you notice, as the fabric clings to her curves.

Downstairs, Michael is making coffee when she passes through the kitchen. "Hey, do you need me to come with you? I could help, or—"

Carmen shakes her head, a subtle smile playing at her lips. "No, I'll be fine. The doctor said consistency matters. I should go now while I'm... ready."

Before Michael can respond further, she's already heading toward the stairs, moving with purpose. Within moments, she's at your bedroom door, knocking softly before slipping inside.

Carmen closes the door behind her, and without much preamble, she's already straddling you, her top falling to reveal her bare breasts—fuller than you remembered, with pale pink areolas already slightly hardened. She positions herself above your hardening cock and slowly sinks down onto it with a satisfied gasp.

"Nnngh~ Oh - ooh - ooh!" she moans, her head tilting back as she begins to ride you, her movements more confident than yesterday. Her breasts bounce with each motion, and she's not holding back anymore—the sounds she's making are loud, uninhibited.

Her hands brace against your chest as she establishes a rhythm, her hips rolling forward and back. "That caught me off guard... but it felt.. nice~❤︎" she breathes between moans

You thrust upward to meet her movements, and Carmen's eyes flutter closed. "Ghha~❤︎" she cries out, her body trembling slightly.

She leans forward, her breasts now directly above your face, swaying with each movement. "Right there big boy~ You like that?" she asks, her voice husky and teasing, a newfound confidence radiating from her.

After several minutes of her riding you, Carmen suddenly shifts. She pulls off and repositions herself on her hands and knees, her ass curved upward invitingly, her face buried in the sheets. Her back arches beautifully, her breasts hanging beneath her body.

"Come on," she murmurs into the fabric, her voice muffled but eager. "Don't make me wait."

You position yourself behind her and push inside, and Carmen immediately gasps, her fingers gripping the sheets as you begin to move. This angle is deeper, more primal, and she responds immediately.

"Mmph~ Yes~ Right there~" Her moans are muffled by the sheets, but her body language speaks volumes—she's completely lost in the sensation now, her hips pushing back against yours with each thrust.

BATH PLAY

Carmen stands at the kitchen sink, methodically washing the dishes while Michael and you relax on the couch behind her, the television playing softly in the background. She's wearing a thin white tank top and leggings, completely unaware of how the afternoon light frames her silhouette.

As she reaches for another plate, her elbow catches the edge of the spray nozzle, and suddenly a torrent of water drenches her from shoulder to waist. She gasps, her tank top now clinging to her body, her breasts clearly visible through the soaked fabric, water streaming down her curves.

"Oh! Damn it," she mutters, looking down at herself. "I'm soaked. I'm going to take a quick shower to warm up."

She heads toward the bathroom without waiting for a response. You exchange a brief glance with Michael, who's absorbed in the television, completely oblivious.

You slip into the bathroom moments after Carmen enters the shower. The glass is already fogging up, and you can see her silhouette under the cascading water. She doesn't seem surprised when you step in behind her—in fact, she turns to face you with a knowing smile.

"Took you long enough," she says softly, water streaming down her face and body.

You both begin washing each other, your hands gliding across her wet skin. Carmen's breathing quickens as your hands move across her breasts, and she gradually sinks to her knees in front of you. The warm water continues to rain down as she gazes up at your hardening cock.

"Wow... You— are really big... I couldn't see it clearly in the bedroom.." she whispers, her eyes widening slightly as she takes in the full sight of you.

Carmen wraps her hand around your shaft, stroking it slowly as it hardens further under her touch. She leans in, her tongue extending to lick along the underside, occasionally pulling back to slap it gently against her face, mesmerized by its size and girth.

"You sure are huge, Daddy~❤︎" she murmurs, a note of reverence in her voice as she continues stroking you, the water cascading over both of you.

You thrust gently toward her mouth, and Carmen responds immediately, her lips parting. "Fufufu~ LICK ❤︎" she says playfully before diving back in, her tongue working along your length.

"Hm— mmmh~ SLUURP~❤︎" The sound of her sucking echoes in the shower, wet and obscene, as she takes more of you into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she applies suction.

Your cock twitches inside her mouth, and Carmen pulls back slightly, stroking you with her hand. "You're twitching so much~ Don't you dare cum" she commands, her eyes locked on yours with a mix of authority and desire.

She continues stroking, keeping you right on the edge. "We wouldn't want that seed to go to waste, don't we?" she purrs, her voice dripping with intention. "We need that inside where it counts."

ALONE IN THE COUCH

Carmen moves around the kitchen with practiced efficiency, cracking eggs into a bowl for the morning omelet. She's wearing a loose shirt and green shorts, her hair pulled back in a messy bun. She glances at the empty carton on the counter and frowns slightly.

"Hey Michael," she calls out toward the living room, "we're out of eggs. Could you run to the store real quick? There's a few other things we need too."

Michael emerges from the hallway, already grabbing his keys. "Sure, I'll be back in about twenty minutes."

He kisses her cheek absently and heads out the door. Carmen watches him leave, then turns back to the counter, unaware of what's about to happen.

You emerge from your room just as the front door closes behind Michael. Carmen is still in the kitchen, her back turned to you. Without hesitation, you approach her from behind, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her close to the couch.

"Fufufu~ You're so eager... You know we can have sex any time you want~❤︎" she says with a breathless laugh as you kiss her neck, your hands already sliding under her sweater.

"Hurry, we don't have much time left... Oooh~❤︎" she moans as you guide her onto the couch, positioning her on top of you. Her shorts are already discarded, and she sinks down onto your hardening cock with a gasp.

Her breasts bounce beneath her shirt as she begins to ride you, her movements urgent and hungry. You grip her hips firmly, thrusting upward to meet her rhythm.

"You really like my ass, don't you?" she whimpers, looking back at you with flushed cheeks, her body glistening slightly with sweat.

"Cum inside me Daddy~❤︎" she cries out, her voice growing louder as she chases her own pleasure, completely lost in the moment.

The front door opens quietly. Michael steps inside, grocery bags in hand, ready to put everything away. He stops dead in his tracks.

There on the couch, Carmen is riding you hard, her clothes now completely off, revealing her bare breasts bouncing with each movement. Her moans fill the living room, unguarded and intense. You're gripping her hips, thrusting into her with purpose.

Michael doesn't move. He doesn't announce himself. Instead, he quietly sets the grocery bags down by the entrance and leans against the wall, watching. His jaw clenches slightly, but he makes no move to interrupt. His eyes are fixed on his wife, on the way she moves with you, on the pleasure written across her face—a pleasure he's never given her.

Carmen's eyes are closed, completely unaware of his presence as she continues to ride you, chasing her climax.

AT THE APARTMENT COMPLEX POOL

Carmen stands in front of the bathroom mirror, adjusting her red bikini one final time. The color complements her sun-kissed skin beautifully, and the fit hugs her curves perfectly—her breasts sit high and full in the top, and the bottoms frame her hips and ass with flattering precision. She's tied her chestnut brown hair in a neat braid that falls down her back.

She exits the bathroom where Michael is putting on his swim trunks. "How do I look, Honey?" she asks, turning to face him with a smile. "Do I still look good on it?"

Michael opens his mouth to respond, but you suddenly appear from your room, already in your swim shorts.

"You look absolutely stunning, Carmen," you say warmly, your eyes lingering on her figure for just a moment longer than necessary. "That red really suits you."

Carmen's cheeks flush immediately, a pleased smile spreading across her face. "Oh— thank you," she says softly, clearly flustered by the compliment.

Michael's jaw tightens slightly, and he looks away, clearly annoyed at being cut off. "Yeah, you look nice," he mutters, grabbing his towel with a bit more force than necessary.

The three of you head down to the pool complex. It's early enough that there are only a handful of other people around. Michael excuses himself almost immediately. "I need to use the bathroom. I'll be right back."

He heads toward the facilities, leaving you and Carmen alone by the water's edge.

Within moments, you're both in the pool, the cool water a sharp contrast to the warm sun. But the water quickly becomes irrelevant as you pull Carmen close, your lips meeting hers in a kiss that's far more intimate than anything that should happen in public.

Carmen responds eagerly, her arms wrapping around your neck as she's pushed backward against the pool tiles. One of her legs raises slightly, wrapping around your waist as her bikini bottom begins to slip, the fabric growing loose from the friction and movement.

"Mmmf— Just keep this pace~" she moans against your mouth, her breathing already ragged.

You thrust into her, the water providing a strange buoyancy that makes the movements feel almost weightless. "Hnnn~ Yeah, just like that~" she whimpers, her head tilting back, completely lost in sensation.

"Give it to me already, Daddy~❤︎" she gasps, her voice desperate and needy.

From across the pool area, Michael emerges from the bathroom. He freezes when he sees the two of you, his expression hardening as he takes in the scene—you and Carmen locked together against the tiles, her leg wrapped around you, her bikini barely containing her.

"Right there~! Ooo— Ooh!" Carmen cries out, apparently noticing Michael but not stopping, her eyes meeting his briefly before fluttering closed again.

"I've never done anything like this... Outside where anyone could see... Aghnn~" she confesses, the thrill and danger of the situation clearly heightening her arousal.

"Harder... pwease~?" she whimpers, her voice almost childlike in its need.

You oblige, increasing your pace, and Carmen's hands grip your shoulders tightly.

"Y-yes... Yes! Yes! Ye—s~!" she cries out, her body trembling against the tiles as pleasure washes over her.

Michael stands motionless, watching his wife experience ecstasy he's never been able to provide, his expression a mixture of anger, jealousy, and something else entirely—something that looks almost like acceptance.

LAST NIGHT

Michael sits alone on the bed, his mind replaying the scene from the pool over and over. Carmen, pressed against those tiles. Her moans. The way she looked at him while you were inside her. He thinks about how much she's changed—from the dutiful wife who barely made a sound during sex to someone who's become... insatiable. And with his father, no less. Behind his back. The thought makes his stomach twist with a complex mixture of emotions he can't quite name.

Downstairs, Carmen sets the dinner table, moving with an ease and confidence that seems almost calculated. When Michael joins her, she serves him with a warm smile, completely unbothered by what happened earlier.

"Hey honey... do you think I'll finally get pregnant before the end of the month?" she asks casually, sitting across from him.

Michael pushes food around his plate. "I couldn't say..."

Carmen leans forward slightly, her expression becoming more serious. "You know... today is my last day of ovulation."

Michael's fork pauses mid-motion.

"And well.. I thought that I would do it with your father one last time tonight.." she continues "Just for good measure I mean."

"I discussed this with him and... I think it's better if we keep trying for the entire night..."

Michael stares at her, his jaw clenching. Part of him wants to protest, but another part—a part he doesn't want to acknowledge—feels a strange relief at the prospect. He nods slowly, reluctantly.

"Okay," he says quietly.

Carmen excuses herself and heads upstairs. When she returns, she's changed into a black silk nightgown that barely reaches mid-thigh, a matching black thong visible beneath, and black stockings that climb up her legs—an outfit that's clearly been purchased recently, planned for specifically.

She approaches Michael and hands him a pair of earphones. "Put some earphones just for tonight, alright honey?" she says with a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Without waiting for a full response, she heads directly toward your room, her hips swaying with each step.

At your door, she pauses, turning back to look at Michael one last time. "Good night honey... I love you~❤︎" she says sweetly, blowing him a kiss before disappearing inside and closing the door behind her.

Michael sits alone in the hallway, the earphones hanging loosely around his neck. He doesn't put them on. Instead, he waits, listening.

Minutes pass. Then, the sounds begin.

"Haah~ Do you think this time you'll finally knock me up, Daddy?~" Carmen's voice carries through the thin walls, breathy and eager.

"Give me lots of your baby batter~❤︎" she moans loudly, completely unguarded.

Michael quietly creaks your door open just enough to peer inside.

You and Carmen are already tangled together, your clothes scattered across the floor—her stockings draped over the chair, the nightgown carelessly tossed aside. Carmen is on her back, her bare breasts heaving with each breath, her body glistening with sweat.

"Nnngh~ Oh - ooh - ooh!" she cries out as you thrust into her, her fingers digging into your shoulders.

"I- it never gets old... This dick~" she whimpers, her eyes rolling slightly as pleasure overtakes her.

You continue moving inside her with deliberate intensity, your rhythm steady and deep.

"That Viagra you took.. Aah- ah - haaah~!" she gasps, clearly impressed by your stamina and hardness.

"I can feel it pulsating inside~❤︎" she moans, her voice dripping with satisfaction as her body writhes beneath you.

Michael watches from the doorway, his expression unreadable—a mixture of anger, jealousy, and something darker that he refuses to acknowledge.