The alarm went off in the morning. I woke up to find a large cum stain on the sheets. John must have been very excited last night! But it was a really good shag, following which I was dead to the world for the night as a result of two and a bit days of sex. I stretched in the bed. My knees ached from all the kneeling that I had done the day before, and my fanny and insides were tender from all the pounding I had taken from two seven-inch fat cocks. Mmmmm!!! Anyway, no time to hang around; John had to leave for work at 7:45, I had to leave not long after, and John’s brother Dave was going home this morning. I thought how I might have time to cheer Dave up one last time, to keep him going until he could visit us again. In case you have not read the earlier parts of my story, I had spent the weekend cheering up Dave after his divorce. It was John’s idea, although he definitely did not expect me to be so enthusiastic as to have full sex with Dave. To be fair Dave in turn had certainly brightened up my weekend. Many times. With no need for any precautions as I seemed to be unable to conceive after failing to fall for a baby for nearly five years with John. So into the shower, then on with a dressing gown to make the tea and toast while John got ready for work. John was really happy that Dave had perked up so well since arriving on Friday afternoon. He finished his breakfast, shouted goodbye to Dave up the stairs, pecked me on the cheek and left for work. I waited a moment to make sure he had gone, then called my work and told the desk that I would be late in as I had an emergency plumber calling this morning. There was no need to rush Dave off – it would be rude. I poured another cup of tea & took it up to Dave, first changing into my see-through robe. He was already up and showered, still drying himself, when I entered his room. He smiled, admiring my assets through the thin white silk, and asked if I would do something for him. This amused me as I didn’t think that there was much left that I hadn’t already done. He asked me if he could take some photos to keep his spirits up when he got low. I said that he’d already taken some in the garden, but he said that he wanted something more intimate. I said no way, they would have to go to a chemist to be processed. He said no they wouldn’t, because he had one of the new digital cameras (this was, after all, ten years ago). He’d bought it rather than let his ex have any more of his money. I had no more excuses. So I told him that after all that I had done over the weekend – been unfaithful to John many times, learned to like taking semen in my mouth and swallowing it, having sex in public in the dunes inland from the nudist section of Studland beach – the signed part midway between the point and Studland car park, if you’re interested in trying it for yourself - and allowing perfect strangers to cum over me and into my face; what difference would a little innocent nude photography make, just as long as he kept them for his own use only. This he promised, so I said to go ahead. The camera was quite small, and I realised that he and John had been talking about it over the weekend. He took a picture or two of me in my robe, with the light showing my assets quite clearly and my stiff nipples tantalisingly prominent, then I slipped it off as he took more. He kept taking photos as I moved around in every position that you could think of, showing everything I’ve got, squeezing my boobs, bending at the waist for my 36D’s to swing free, laying on the bed with my legs in the air and wide apart pulling my cunt-lips wide, then finally playing with and inserting my vibrator until I came. By now Dave was rampant, so he got me to kneel on the floor, positioned the camera, set the delay and stood in front of me to take his cock in his mouth. This I did willingly, because I was ready for more action and was enjoying the exhibitionism of posing for him. I managed to take almost all of him without gagging, for the final shot. He withdrew his cock from my mouth, picked me up and lay me on the bed. He moved into a 69, and ate me out while I kissed, licked and sucked his bald pubic area, balls and rigid member, savouring the taste of his pre-cum. We were working hard on each other. I came very easily three or four times before I felt his prick go rigid and pulse jets of warm, juicy spunk into my mouth. I savoured the taste before swallowing it all and sucking him dry until he was too sensitive for me to continue. We recovered for a while. Dave got off the bed leaving me there on my back with my eyes closed. He asked me to play with myself again, as I had in the bath on Saturday morning. Savouring the idea, without opening my eyes I put my hand on my bald cunt, found my clit with my first finger, and quickly brought myself to another shuddering orgasm. When I opened my eyes I saw him pointing his camera at me, then he told me it had a video feature! He had been aroused again by watching my lasciviousness so he crawled onto me and his manhood slipped in me for the final time that weekend. He took me gently for a few minutes until he deposited one last load of seed inside my womb. Then it was time to shower again, say our farewells and to resume a normal life. Epilogue. As I said at the beginning of my tale of my start into a life of hedonism, this all happened about ten years ago. After Dave went I expected life to carry on as normal, with sex being reduced to baby-making sessions which were always a bit clinical. A week or so later I felt a bit uncomfortable down below, but thought only that my period was going to arrive a few days early due to the unaccustomed activity of the weekend. But it didn’t arrive early; it did not arrive at all. Soon my breasts started to swell and became tender, my nipples and areolas darkened and became more prominent, and (as many of you have guessed) the test showed that I was pregnant. We were both delighted. John put it down to the tremendous session we had on the Sunday night. I didn’t care which of the two brothers the father was – no-one would be able to tell if (as seemed very likely) it was Dave and not John. Dave took to visiting for weekends whenever he could. We took any opportunity to have sex as he was unattached and still needed cheering up a bit. Fortunately John still worked on Saturday mornings. He took intimate photos of me throughout my pregnancy and very soon invested in a tripod and decent video camera. After my lovely baby boy was born I took care that we used protection when he visited. Eighteen months after the birth John decided that it was time for baby number two, so I arranged for Dave to visit overnight midweek when I was ovulating and John was away on business, and nine months later along came our little girl. It would be nice to say that all was happy ever after for John and I, but that was not to be. I said before that John was ambitious; that went as far as divorcing me and marrying the boss’s daughter. Luckily I had Dave around to cheer me up, and before long he found a job down here and moved in with me. So altogether a very happy result, and the children call him Daddy. Since then we’ve expanded our sexual horizons to take in swinging, group sex, public sex, home-made porn videos and on-line porn. I don’t need to go out to work any longer as the income from the webcam makes that unnecessary. I could go into more detail of our activities if anyone is interested. Love, Carole