As in the first two parts of the tale this is a story of pure fiction where any similarities to anyone alive or dead is purely coincidental.

This part of the tale takes place six months after the events of part 2. Celeste had moved in with Daniel and Ashley and their baby boy Nicky, and the four of them had settled into a happy routine of ‘happy families’. Celeste held up her end of the bargain and would babysit Nicky while his parents spent some more quality time together, and Ashley and Daniel welcomed Celeste into their home as she gave up her expensive as hell flat and took up residence with them as her pregnancy began to take hold of her body.

Matt had gone off to war, and Afghanistan would be his home from now until his return in six months time. He had taken the news of Celeste’s pregnancy as a sign that he needed to sort his life out once and for all and had sworn ‘I will not return home until I am the man that my family deserves’, his every spare dollar came flooding back home in the post and his term of service would not end until he was worthy of being called ‘dad’.

The last night that anything had happened was nearly six months ago to this very day, a Friday as it happened and Daniel was none the wiser as to what if anything else could ever happen in his and Ashley’s life as they contemplated what to do this cold and stormy weekend!.

Daniel

Hi, my name is Daniel, if you didn’t know by now. I would like to tell you this one last tale of a very special time in my life when everything was good and nothing, no nothing it seemed could dampen my sense of happiness and fulfilment.

I still work in the factory that I have worked in for so many years; so many that we cannot quite remember how long it has been, ha. The final two steps on the ladder to becoming the manager have slowly slipped away from me in the last few months since I became the factory manager. The company was bought by a large conglomerate of firms and the managerial structure changed for the worst with it. Don’t get me wrong, I still have a pretty good pay packet and the job is now secured for a long and troubled free future but there is no longer the opportunity to become the actual manager of the whole place. Some big wig chief in DC now gets to decide the person to become manager and he employs his own ‘special people’ to do the top jobs for him. I kept my job role and title while my old boss lost out to some fancy dandy from the big city.

Ashley still works in the pre-school nursery that she has always worked in, the one our son goes to. She had been content to keep doing the exact same thing that she had been doing since she began working there, teaching the next generation of the human race the basic things they need to start their lives. She did this job very well as any parent whose child attended the school could have told you if you would have only have asked them. Then just two months ago and all out of the blue the headmaster had retired, just up and left the school and even the state. With the prospect of Claire Collins running for the vacant job (a dictator of a teacher and friend to few), Ashley felt she had little option but to go to night school, get the degree and challenge for the job herself. Plenty of teachers, parents and members of the school board had very openly given her their backing and pushed at every opportunity for Ashley to take the job, even if she at that moment did not have the relevant qualifications. A temporary headmaster would be placed in charge for at least the next six months while they looked for a permanent replacement.

Celeste gave up her flat and moved in with Ashley, Nicky and myself. We charged her fifty dollars a month, we had said she could stay with us for free as our rent was so low but she would have none of it. She would have paid the full one hundred, but we settled on half each.

Her pregnancy was now six months in and her belly, and breasts had begun to swell to a whopping size, ‘twins’ was the constant answer for the sudden gain in weight and appetite. Her nipples would visibly leak milk as she sat on the sofa talking to Ashley and on many an occasion her nightgowns would stain from breast to crotch as the creamy fluid poured free from its holdings. And yet all this paled into insignificance compared to the hot flushes and sexual frustration she endured as her cravings turned more and more sexually orientated. Many nights as Ashley and I (who still enjoyed the benefits of her husband’s cock during her pregnancy) got into the groove and enjoyed our sexual satisfactions, we heard the sounds of vibrating sex toys. The occasional ‘ohhhhh’ followed by the sudden silence was a dead give away to what Celeste was doing in the other room. The nights when Celeste was of a somewhat more vocal inclination were the nights when Ashley herself would let rip with one big ‘over the top’ orgasm. If I did not know better I could have sworn that the two women were thinking the same thing at the same time, maybe my cock?

For six months Matt had been away in the army. He took the news of Celeste’s pregnancy pretty good and swore that he would do the right thing by her, even if it meant him staying in the army until such a time that he could prove he was a worthy man to their child. He enlisted for at least another five years, not exactly what Celeste or Ashley had hoped for when he said he would prove to them he would be a worthy father and not the easiest news for the girls to take as their pregnancies took hold. Ashley became determined to get the headmaster job and help Celeste raise her child as well as our own, and Celeste was determined to get some kind of sexual encounter, even if she had to wear out forty ‘Rampant Rabbits’ in the process.

With Ashley’s pregnancy driven determination taking hold she applied for and got a place on an evening course to do the headmaster training. Three nights a week and fifteen miles away at the closest campus was the course and there was no talking her out of doing it, not that Celeste and I didn’t try.

One Friday night three weeks into the course Ashley informed me that there was an extra score assignment going to take place that night and on the following day’s morning. Six of the women that were doing the course had booked a hotel suite in the town and had offered her a place to stay with them, not to trouble themselves with travelling back home at eleven in the night after the assignment. Alcohol had been drunk as early as five in the afternoon and seeing as it was an all girl course I was not worried about Ashley’s safety, but I was a little bit pissed as Nicky had been picked up by my mother and Ashley was not there to see him off. We had a big argument about our own commitments, mostly due to the fact she was a little abrupt when she called me at six to inform me she was not coming home that night. The women she was on the course with were all single, all but one at least, and since Ashley had started the course she had gotten a little bit more annoyed with me about something it seemed.

I waved goodbye as my parents drove down the road with Nicky. I asked Celeste if she needed anything down the shop, ‘a well hung man, or any man’ she shouted back. Down to the local store I drove, picked myself up a large bottle of Jack D and prepared myself for a night of lonely drinking on my own. A storm cloud was gathering pace across the sky as I sat back down on my sofa and stuck on some good old classic rock to get my night started, ‘I do love a bit of the Eagles’ I thought to myself as the first of many glasses of Jack D touched my lips.

On a stormy night in…’The middle’



Daniel

With the lights down low and the low groove of my Eagles playlist playing in the background I was in my element. The first five glasses of Jack D had gone down a treat and the sixth, which was at that moment tasting sweeter and sweeter as ‘Lying eyes’ buzzed out of the speakers on the wall was about to go down just as easy. No TV on tonight, instead the visual effects of the lightning storm that raged above us was the only indication that the day was not yet at an end and the night was as yet still fairly early, some ten o’clock or so.

Celeste had retired to her room after I had started my fourth glass, ‘I have to go now as the sweet smell of Bourbon is fucking with my mind’ she had confessed as she exchanged a look of wanton lust for the drink. Nine months without an alcoholic drink, what a bummer to be a pregnant woman I thought as she fled the room. Her room was at the back of the bungalow and I couldn’t help but notice that she closed the door tight as she went through it. I knew she was a little scared of lightning storms and I knew that she may well be back out to have me comfort her if the storm got really bad.

At about eleven thirty, I think, I was quite drunk at the time I began to hear a familiar thrumming noise coming from Celeste’s bedroom. She was lucky; she was getting some at least, what is a man to do when his wife is away. I thought about releasing myself but then realised I couldn’t be bothered. I finished the half a glass and shakily poured another.

Celeste

With Daniel sitting there drinking my favourite drink and well on his way to getting plastered I thought it would be best for me to retire to my room. Often of late I have had some really intense urges to stick something deep inside me and as the smell of Jack D wafted in front of me my legs began to go weak. The storm that had begun an hour before had gone to the back of my mind and I felt the urge, nay the need to have something between my thighs.

Ashley had told me that through her pregnancy she had often experienced an intense need to ‘fuck’, and Daniel had been on hand to see to her every need. She had said that he had stretched her pussy to breaking point, her ass the same and yet she had never felt satisfied so much as when they had been drunk on one particular night. The night she told me she could not remember but it was always the one thing that was sure to satisfy her urge if she thought about it while playing with her toys. Her breasts were never able to produce enough milk to fill a thimble’s worth of fluid and that she had said was the reason why she could not get to climax without her special thoughts.

After an hour of strumming my clit to see if I could have a quiet orgasm I was getting frustrated. The toy that I had bought a few weeks before worked almost every time but that would mean a little bit of noise. Ashley and Daniel were always fast asleep when I had used it up to that point but Daniel was still out in the living room, drinking. I waited another twenty minutes to see if he would go to sleep but nope, the music still played on and my frustration grew to tipping point. I slipped out the toy and lined it up, ‘maybe the sound of the storm will muffle the sound’ I thought as the head reached my vagina. Before I could stop myself it was in, each inch feeling better than the last until all its length was up inside me. Balls twirled, a head thrust back and forth and a ripple flowed through my vaginal walls. Yet the climax I sort was holding back for something, something ‘special’.

The words Ashley had spoken to me of her being unable to climax echoed in my mind. The batteries of the toy began to slow yet my orgasm began to bubble under the skin, what was it I was thinking of that was getting me to the point of release. Was it Ashley? No it wasn’t that. Was it Daniel fucking Ashley…oh fuck yeahhhhh.

Daniel

As the prolonged sound of Celeste’s orgasm echoed out of the back bedroom I couldn’t help but think that she was lucky no great loud bang from the thunder of the lightening storm had interrupted her fun. A lengthened ‘oooohh fucckkkkk’ came to an abrupt end, followed by a sudden silence. My cock twitched in my PJ bottoms as the thought of Celeste’s huge milk filled tits squirting milk all over her nightgown entered my mind, ‘I would like a taste of that sweet white stuff’ I thought to myself as my hand instinctively gave my cock a stroke.