He, She, It Didn't Help

It was when Amy had spent the last month or was it longer? giving me more sex than I'd ever had, not that she had rationed me before, but it seemed that after the party we had given at Christmas, where we had fooled around with Di, Amy's best mate, she was wanting more than usual.

I wasn't complaining by any means, but we had decided that Di would not be a thing with us again, I'd not been convinced that night, but having more than I should have to drink, it happened.

It started by a stupid kiss under the mistletoe, no harm right, but drinking does funny things sometimes and that night led to the 3 of us kissing and hugging after the rest had gone home, and, ... well I was naked and the girls were topless, my hand had found it way to Amy's pussy before being pushed aside by Di's hand, Di still had her leather trousers on, wrong week she said putting her off bounds, seeing the pair of them kissing and how Amy went wild as Di and I suckled on her nipples and Di fingered her pussy to a huge climax had me nearly coming before I got inserted in Amy.

As Amy and I got into that age old rhythm Di got out of the bed and was dressed before we understood what she was doing.

"I better leave you two to it, I'm not a lot of good this week, maybe next time." And she was off, Amy and I were really into it.

Amy was goading me on, asking how much I wanted to have a tit fuck from Di, it wasn't something that hadn't crossed my mind before tonight, but when Amy uncovered those boobs it was one of the things that was forefront in my mind, "Can you imagine getting between these legs and fucking the little bitch as I lick her clit as she licks me?"

Oh I could imagine it, was imagining it as I came hard and deep in Amy's hot wet pussy.

We lay in bed getting our breath back hugging and sated.

Sleep came and morning followed, I had dreamed dreams of the 3 of us, more of us, I'd never been with 2 girls before last night.

But, there's always a but isn't there, but the more I thought about it the worse I felt.

At breakfast I voiced my fears, Amy wasn't as ... willing isn't the right word, but she would have been happy to do it again and let it go further than it had last night, but she said she understood and wouldn't let it happen again, we agreed that we would talk to Di and get it sorted out as Amy, and me to some degree, didn't want to lose her as a friend.

We did catch up with Di the next week, I explained that I had second thoughts about what we had done, we had a friendly chat and kissed and made up agreed that we would stay friends, but not with benefits, as it were.

We stayed friends and it went back to before that night, okay I dreamt, daydreaming of those boobs I'll admit, but more than a kiss on the cheek was off the agenda.

Summer came and the girls all had light summer dresses on, lots of legs and boobs on show, but I stuck to my guns, I loved Amy and I just couldn't see it working out with a third party involved, yes it would be fun in the short term, but from what I've seen with things like this, it's the long term that goes wrong, people change as we get older, or more comfortable with each other, and sometimes not in a good way, it can be hard enough to come to an agreement with just the two of us.

Amy and Di worked together and went shopping and had some girls nights out, the office lot were a fun crowd and I trusted Amy, she was open to me that she sometimes danced with Di, and with a man that asked in a polite way, but she swore that she would never let him do more than was appropriate, what I would be comfortable with her doing and I didn't doubt her.

We had spent the best part of last night and again this morning in bed, some of it was making love, but a lot of the time it was hot sex for the sake of it, Amy was as up for it as I was, in fact it was her that made the dragon rise for the third time last night, well she called it that as it spat at her she said laughing. I said that was a pussy that spat, Amy said that the pussy was the proper place for the dragon to spit.

We laughed a lot at that.

Over last night and this morning I, we had sex in all three holes more than once in each, I'd painted her face and cum over her boobs, Amy had at last mastered the art of deep throating me, and she proved it several times.

It was Valentine's Day, we swapped silly cards and made fun of each card. How do they come up with something so stupid and sell it?

I was going to do breakfast in bed but Amy was up and about before I had woken, I showered and dressed, Amy greeted me with a kiss, a grope and a flash of her naked body under her robe.

"I'm doing a full one today, you need the energy," she laughed.

"I'm sat looking at the full plate in front of me, where's yours?" I asked.

"I'm not that hungry, I'll just have a bite of yours," she came and sat on my lap, something she didn't do at the table.

"I've got something to say," but the door bell rang and Amy went to see who was there.

She came back with Di, it wasn't unusual, but it felt strange somehow.

"I was just going to tell him." Amy said to Di.

"Oh maybe I should go?" Di replied.

"No, no you're here now," I got up and walked to the sink, poured another cup of tea into my cup.

"Dan, ... I'm pregnant." What the fuck? I dropped my cup and it smashed as it hit the floor.

"You'll have to say that again, I could have sworn you said you're pregnant." I tried to make a joke of it, but nobody was smiling let alone laughing.

"I'm sorry Dan, you heard right, I'm nearly 9 weeks now, best we can work it out, I'm so sorry." I fell onto the nearest chair, Amy came and sat on my lap again, I couldn't fail to notice that she had undone the robe and for all that mattered was naked, she moved my hand to a boob.

I was in shock, I can't think of another word for it, shock.

"But, ... but, but I had the chop before we met." It was all I could think of.

"It's not yours Dan, I'm fairly sure of that." Her head was turned to me, she was looking into my eyes, my mind was swimming with questions and jumping around like a food blender.

"It was an accident Dan, we can work it out." She sounded like she meant it, really?

"Who's is IT?" I was in no mood to be nice. "Who's the dirty bastard then, who have you been fucking and for how long, and I suppose that Di's here to make sure I don't do anything to hurt you."

There was a look between them.

"It's not like that Dan." Di said her first words of the morning.

"It happened, it was a mistake that shouldn't have happened, I've not been fucking around a you said it, it happened once, only once I promise, only once and it wasn't meant to have happened then, we got carried away and ... you know what I can be like, when you get me going and."

"Oh yer, I know what you're like when I get you going, but what I don't know is how you let yourself get like that without me, now are you going to tell me his name." I was maybe shouting at this stage.

"It was me." I whorled around to see Di, Di who I had played with, who had played with me with Amy those months ago, Di that was standing in my kitchen naked as the day she was born, or was it he was born.

Di had as I said a super body, big tits, obviously not all real even that night, but double D's that stood out and looked amazing her, his? stomach was flat and hips that had just the right shape to them and legs that were fantastic in the high heels that was the only thing worn I noticed, but it was the cock and balls shaved smooth of any sign of hair, that were nestled in between them that spoiled that body, well for me anyway.

I looked, I looked at it, I'd lost the his her thing in my turmoil, I looked at Amy looking at me.

"We were messing around and Di had told me ... about her operation and what she wanted to get next and she showed me like this, it wasn't sexual, it was one woman to another and .... Oh god..... when Di told me that it still worked and the pain she went through trying to stay soft, ... I made a stupid mistake and asked to see her with a stiff one and we had had a drink and, and I walked around her looking at her, when I got back to the front she was getting hard and, and I just put my hand on it and it jumped and we were kissing and, ... you can guess the rest.

We've both been in so much pain knowing what we did, did behind your back and me saying I'd not play with anyone else, only you and we've been trying to find a way to tell you how sorry we are, we'll do anything for you, either of us, do anything to help you get over his."

It was a long speech for Amy, not many breaks and if written down would look so wrong to someone who cared about grammar.

I looked at each of them.

"The first thing I want is for that piece of shit to get out of my house, you have until I get up and find my knife, you'll not need to pay to lose that cock and balls, I'm going to do it for free."

Amy could see I would do it, she screamed at 'IT' to get out.

I called down the hallway to wait in the garden, there was a slut that would need a lift as soon as she was dressed.

It felt like a ton weight was pressing on me as I stood to get the knife, and the noise was getting louder and louder and everything went black.

I became aware of light, not very bright, but light, I heard voices and recognised Amy's was one of them, my eyes felt heavy and stuck closed and it was as if I was squinting.

"Don't move baby, you passed out," It was Amy.

I tried to sit up but she pushed me back down.

"No just lay there, Di's getting you something to drink."

That woke me up, Di was still here, I saw red, blood red if I was honest.

"The fuck it is." I pushed myself up, moving Amy out of the way.

"What do you think you're doing?" Amy asked.

"I'm going to get my knife, it won't only be it's balls I'll cut of now, 'IT's' used a pair of tits to fuck you, and you let 'IT' get in your cunt and to add the cream on top of it 'IT's' got you fucking pregnant, what do you think I'm going to do, kiss and fuck it?"

'IT' must have heard me, because as I came out of the lounge where, they I presumed, had moved me, I heard the front door open and running footsteps going down the path.

Amy came out crying. "I sorry, so sorry, I'll do anything if I can to help you get over this."

It must have taken me 2, 3 seconds to think.

"Here's your phone, call and make an appointment to get rid of 'IT's' fucking sperm donation." I was fuming, their actions had just made me pass out for fucks sake.

Amy looked at me her eyes were so wide open I thought they might fall out.

"I can't do that." She said it with more conviction than she had saying that she would do "Anything " to make it better for me, yer, I thought that might be the response.

"I told you just now, get out, I don't want a slut in my house, and don't you even try to come back until I tell you you can. GET OUT YOU SLUT." I think I screamed that last bit. Thankfully she went without making a fuss.

I fumed and hit the wall a few times, I stopped that pretty quickly as it hurt.

I found the one thing that seemed to calm me, I sharpened every knife in the house, if I got a hold of 'IT' I was thinking that I wanted the cut to be a clean one go at it, I didn't want to have to take several goes at cutting it off, I wanted to have an other go at the fake boobs after making him a she for real.

I got through the day and did get some sleep that night, I did go into work the next day, bear with a sore head was probably more like it.

That night I had calmed down, my blood pressure was still high, and got higher if I thought of 'IT' at all.

I sat watching the blank tv screen that evening, making all sorts of plans that I knew I'd never carry out. I wasn't a fighter, I might have done something stupid if I hadn't passed out that morning.

I became more depressed, more morose as the week went on.

It dawned on me as I was coming home on Friday that it was a girl's night out tonight, they had always made the date long before the day and Amy had always put it on the calendar, I checked as soon as I got indoors. I debated with myself, everything said no don't do it, but my feet took me out and I walked into the pub they were meeting in.

Amy didn't see me as I ordered a drink at the bar, Dorene did, she was the gossip in the office and came up to me.

"Amy said that you were off on business, she told us all that you wouldn't be back for another week, I think she's been staying with." I cut her off with a hand gesture, I didn't want to be told.

I walked to the tables that they were sitting at.

"Hi everyone," the whole table went silent and turned to me, half smiled at me and the other half took a deep breath in and turned to look at Amy.

"Dan what are you doing here?" She said quietly.

"I just thought it would be good to tell the rest of these guys that Di isn't what they think she is," Everyone was now looking back at me.

"I think you all should know that Di isn't what been put about about, she isn't a she at all, she might have a nice set of boobs that all the guys get to look at, as HE, yes, HE's still got his full set of man equipment that's in full working order and HE thinks it's alright to fuck a married woman and make her pregnant, if you have any doubts just ask my soon to be Ex wife." There were lots of gasps and the sound of big breaths in, then several things happened at once.

Amy cried out loud, "No". Di had her mouth open sobbing looked next on the agenda, I heard several of the boys telling each other that they had "kissed a fucking boy", I think a little payback was going to be coming Di's way soon.

Then everyone started to talk at once, I watched for a minute or so and had a sip of my drink, I didn't like the taste in my mouth and a sudden thought popped into my head. I knew just what to do with it.

I moved to Di's end of the table, I leaned over and poured most of a pint of beer over her head, the table went silent again.

"Oh sorry, that's what you got Amy to tell me, you didn't have the nerve to say anything did you, left it all up to the slut you had made."

I turned and walked out with my head up.

I wasn't sure if I felt shitty or happy. Several of the people in there followed me out, each of them wanted to know if I was being serious, was I sure that Di had a man's package that worked still, they didn't all use such polite words though.

I didn't find out until a week had passed, but the head of HR had been sitting at the table, and after my bombshell had swept around the whole office Monday morning, there was a lot of bad feelings going around, and at knocking off time when the office emptied out several of the women's boyfriends and husbands were waiting for Di, I didn't think any punches were thrown, but I didn't care if they had.

I calmed down over the weekend, thinking about, well my blood pressure could rise at a wrong thought still.

It was the Wednesday evening that I had a visitor, Susan, we'd been friends for ages, and was the last person that I thought might be calling.

"Hello Dan, can I come in?" I opened the door fully and stepped aside.

She walked into the lounge and sat on the sofa, she could see I had a drink next to a chair which I took.

"Look Dan I just wanted you to know I'm here if you need anybody to talk to, don't jump down my throat, but Amy asked me to see if you're okay, I know that's a bit silly, but she, me, everyone is thinking of you and are worried about you, and I'm going to say it, Amy especially.

I know you don't want to think about it, but you're going to talk at some point.

I'm sure that down in there somewhere you still love her, I know it's not the same and it'll never be that way again, but Amy is still so in love with you, not Di, I know it hurts, but I think you need to let her come home and talk. ... Can I tell her it's okay to come here tonight, I need a break from her crying," The last bit was said in a joking way with a smile. I must have given a funny look at her as she went on.

"Amy's been staying with me, I'm worried that she's getting ill, she's not eating very well, please do this for me and you if not for Amy."

Susan looked at me as she got up, she used the raised eyebrow to ask, I just nodded and watched her go out.

I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't the dreadful looking woman who knocked at the door. Amy looked ... awful, and it hurt me again that she looked and felt that way, but it wasn't my fault was it.

There was lots of, I'm sorry's, it wasn't on purpose, it was just a silly mistake and it was just the once that it happened and of course, I'll do anything to make it right.

I proved that wrong by asking what the termination was going to happen. It was clear by her reaction that it wasn't an option as far as she was concerned.

So not off to a good start them.

I don't know why, but she stayed, it was just for a few days at first, but it became the normal routine after a couple of weeks, I did insist that she slept in the spare bedroom, I couldn't face having sex with her.

It must have been a month before we had a civilised conversation, one that didn't end up with her crying and me slamming the doors on my way out.

It was too late to terminate now so it was going to go the full distance and eventually I felt we had to have the talk about where she was going to live, I would not in any circumstances have that baby living in my house.

To no one's surprise it didn't go well, she knew it was coming at some point but it didn't make it any easier on either of us.

After a week of an icy house I made it crystal clear, she had two choices. 1, she had the baby and went somewhere else to live for good.

2, she had the baby and it went straight to adoption, no first feeds, no cuddles, no contact in any way and she could come back and we would try to get past it, but no promises it would work.

Lots will say I'm a hard bastard, that I have no heart, that it wasn't right.

They weren't me and they didn't have to suffer for years to come having to look at a child that I didn't want in the first place and wasn't mine did they.

I wasn't sure of her decision, as it was hers to make, not mine, until right up to the day, but that's getting bit in front of this story.

Life at home ran hot and cold, friendly to icy coldness between us, there didn't seem to be any one thing that set the atmosphere it just seemed to happen from my perspective.

I started to go out again and after a while it was the two of us going, the main bonus for me was that we shared the driving, I drove us there and she drove us back, being pregnant she didn't drink, only soft drinks.

That was a win for me, I could, and did drown my sorrows on more than one occasion, much to Amy's dismay.

I didn't know when or where it started, it seems to have just happened, somewhere down the line I kissed Susan at a party or something, I did it again at the next party and the one after and to start with it was just a peck on the cheek and then lips, but one night in that the local pub had a live band doing some tribute thing we ended up outside where the smokers go, even though neither of us smoked. We ended up alone, the smokers had all gone in to drink or dance I suppose, well when Susan had a little shudder and said she was cold, in my half drunken state I pulled her into a clinch, which led to a kiss of thanks from her, which led to a kiss from me, which ... you can see where this was going, maybe Susan did, maybe not, but I didn't see anything as my eyes were shut and my tongue was half way down her throat.

We parted panting, trying to get some oxygen inside us, but instead of stopping and going back inside like a sensible person would have done, I drove back in to kiss her some more, I think that if some smokers hadn't decided to have a puff I might have being caught with my trousers down, literally, when they closed the door with a bang it brought the pair of us into the here and now, Susan had her hand down the front of my trousers and I had her tits out of her bra, and was pinching her nipples as we kissed.