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Click hereIt seemed right to have our second child conceived in the same way as our first. The joy, when we discovered that Maria was expecting our first born had been undiminished even when we realised that the timing meant that he had been conceived in Austria, and that we could not be certain which of myself, Pieter, or Klaus had fathered him. We had wanted to start our family, and we would not allow that day of sexual exploration to spoil our joy.
Nor were we prepared to have our two children fathered differently, one following a holiday when Maria had been fertile while with Pieter and Klaus, the other fathered in England, by myself. That uncertainty of one, and certainty of the second, would not have been fair to either. So we found Emil and Jacob, walking in the mountains, and they were only too happy to oblige.
Explaining to my parents our choice of names for our two children was not easy. None of the names ran in the family. Naturally we did not tell them precisely why our first was christened Pieter Klaus, and our second Emil Jacob, but they were content that these were good Austrian names, and that my English wife, or our London home, had not persuaded us to give their grandchildren English names.
To those reading this, who find our story strange, or even unacceptable, I will add just this. True love, between a husband and his wife, means that there is nothing that can come between them. Nothing that happened ten years ago, or seven, has done anything but enrich our love for one another, and for our two boys. Families are made in heaven, and our heaven was beside a lake, and in the mountains.
- COMMENTS
"True love, between a husband and his wife, means that there is nothing that can come between them."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
"You could always take photographs for our album. They would be beautiful."
So, did they show these photos to his/her parents, to their friends as part of their holiday discussions? What about their children, when they were old enough to do the calendar maths. I doubt it, because they were not ‘beautiful’ but a recognition of her selfishness and a betrayal of the respect she should have had for her husband. She blindsided him the first time, then for whatever reason repeated it a second time. More photos to enhance the ‘beauty’ that both would be ashamed to share with others? Sorry, this was too far fetched for me.
In real life, if my wife was laying nude by a lake and two complete strangers came up to us first thing she would have been told to cover herself up, and then I would have got up and I would approach the guys while they were a good deal off and tell him to go f*** off and go somewhere else. That's how real men take care of their business. And then when I went back to my wife if she would had an issue or gotten some kind of an attitude because she thought I was controlling her the situation I would have said well honey we're only married 15 months, don't have a lot of stuff together our finances can be easily unraveled and we don't have any kids so if you don't like my attitude f*** you.
First, I must confess that I admire steelring’s writing and the first paragraph in this yarn is an outstanding example. As a short erotic story this yarn is worth 5 stars as my pulse was racing in the first half which is a sign that the author is on the top of his game. However, the plot started to unravel when Maria was so willing to fuck the hikers, and then her husband went along with it without suffering any angst or showing any reluctance! The plot would have been better if uncertainty had been sown. Did she fuck them or didn’t she? Is she telling the truth or is she lying? Is this child mine? Steelring uses this angst in Fever Pitch, so he knows what I mean. One major plus with steelring’s stories is that he rarely repeats a plot, although the beach and nightclub scenarios are overused, the reader never quite knows what they are going to get. 5 stars, but it could have been so much better.
Should have given the austrians the camera and left her in the lake the first time.