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To Begin With…‘You make your own luck’ some people would have you believe, and Gemma Clarke had certainly thought so when she fell in love with Jake Maguire. She had first moved in with him, only for their marriage to soon follow. They had scrimped and saved for the first two, or so, years of their married lives together, and had done enough to be able to buy their place and begin the process of making a home for not just the two of them.Gemma had always made it clear that she wanted children and Jake had bought into the idea, if somewhat reluctantly. He wanted to live it all out with his ‘Gem’ and not feel closed in by the duties of parenthood; to be reliant upon one salary for a while even if the laws on that had changed since his parents’ time.Jake was only too happy with his lot and life with Gemma, but for her, the passing of the years, and not having children, were beginning to take their emotional toll on her. Undoubtedly, success at work as a supermarket stock controller, and the money that it brought, helped to take her mind off her situation, most of the time.They had their friends; they had a busy social life; they would go clubbing and relax, get back home and give free rein to their love and lust for each other, but the magic moment of telling Jake that she had conceived eluded her.Gemma reached the point of considering it her odyssey, a journey with its setbacks but with a final destination that would see her cradling their child in her arms and making her bond to Jake Maguire all the stronger.She had not reckoned on having Stan Maguire, an often unreadable and bluff father-in-law, as an ally in her quest; just as she had grown accustomed to his wife, Betty’s, almost apathetic behavior and attitude to what was becoming her daughter-in-law’s obsession.Nothing could prepare her for another crushing disappointment following the ‘conventional help’ those she had turned to sought to offer to her.It seemed that the answer was often to be seen dealing with everyday DIY chores about their home and that she and Jake had neither the skills nor the time, to fully deal with and that Stan was only too willing to take on.Just how far could that ‘help’ now take her?1Gemma thought that she had misheard what he had said and that she had gotten it all wrong, but her husband, Jake, was only too serious in what he was asking of her or, at least, suggesting what she should consider, as a way out of the spiral of despondency that she often fell into.‘In your warped dreams!’ she yelled at him, throwing the wooden spatula down onto the countertop. ‘Supper can wait! I can’t believe what you’ve just said!’The kitchen of their mid-terrace house was having a makeover, along with other rooms, and there was still a lot of work outstanding. They had agreed to keep on living there and put up with the mess and disruption in their lives, somehow.‘No, they’re your dreams, of us having kids,’ he retorted, unfazed by her angry response to his suggestion. ‘You never let up! It was just another idea!’‘A warped one!’ Gemma glared at him, both in anger and despair. ‘One would be enough! I’ve had to go through hell, and for what?’‘We both have, babe,’ Jake continued, using a favored way of addressing her when Gemma was wound up, which she sure was now. ‘What I’m suggesting is just another way. That Stan, my Dad, has been wondering about it too came as one hell of a surprise.’‘I bet it did! How could you suggest such a thing, that he becomes a donor?’ Gemma stared at him angrily. It vied with her continuing dismay with what she was hearing and what it would mean. ‘It would be dirty and so mean…wreck your mother if she ever got to know! Me agreeing to him being a donor? It’s just crazy!’‘Stan and I were just talking, kicking some ideas around,’ he went on, lightly, ‘and besides, Mum would never know.’‘But I bloody well would! It would be embarrassing enough thinking of Stan jerking off in the bathroom and me then squirting his cum into my body with the kit the clinic gave me! It hasn’t come to that!’‘Or not yet,’ he retorted.‘We’ll keep on trying!’ Gemma flared her mind in a whirl. She flicked at her luxuriant hair that now hung to her shoulders, a rebellious fringe pushed away as she spoke. ‘I need a drink after what you’ve just told me…’Jake detained her. ‘This way we keep it in the family if it ever went that far.’‘Oh, sure! Or maybe I go a step further and play the whore, seduce your father and we fuck and see if that works. Is that the plan you’ve talked to Stan about? You’re effing crazy to think I’ll go through with any of it if you have talked about that! Well, have you?’‘No, it hasn’t gone nearly so far!’ he snapped in response to Gemma’s challenging stare. ‘You drive me crazy with what you want! It’s taking over our life! I want an end to all the mood swings and the arguments! It’s been two or more years of this now!’‘It’s taking over my life, mine more than yours and I know that only too well,’ she answered in a less confrontational tone as she looked at him for a moment only.Gemma stared down at her feet, her mind in a whirl. She felt her lips trembling and she looked about their small kitchen as if to find an answer to how she’d get through. It always came back to this, yelling out angry words and dealing with her obsession, but she’d not thought that Jake would ever go this far, nor that Stan was now in the mix. How was she to look Stan in the eyes if she went along with Jake’s crazy idea? How was she to look at a child sınırsız gaziantep escort and know, perhaps, that Jake was not the father? Her life with both of them would be turned over and might not settle down to how she wanted it to be. There had to be limits to how she realized her dream, and that she would set, surely?Their home was taking shape, thanks to Stan’s help, and they both earned good money; she in a supermarket as a supervisor and stock taker; Jake as a delivery driver to those customers who shopped online at the store and who lived in the delivery area in this part of Coventry. They had decided to have kids and Jake seemed to have it all, only he fired blanks or misfired more times than not, he’d say. But Stan Maguire, on the other hand, had fathered three other kids and she knew that she ovulated, regular as clockwork. There was no doubt that Stan had fired all the rounds to make things happen for Betty, his still attractive and only too possessive wife, her love for her man only too clear. He didn’t need anyone ‘on the side’ from what Stan would find with her, but was that where this was all going, or what she would have to resort to?Just where was the woman to fit in with what her man was prepared, so Jake had told her, to do for them, but most of all for her? Jake had even confessed that Stan had joked about it when the idea of AI had first been talked of and then pursued without any success. Jake had gone on to repeat something of what Stan had told him.‘It, and whatever else, might work on your woman too and with me as the donor.’‘I’m getting that drink,’ she sighed, on a disbelieving shake of the head as the words were recalled. She pulled open the fridge door. There was still some Prosecco left in the bottle for the two of them, although it was her drink of preference.In Stan’s words lay the temptation for her to think on it some more, wild and destructive as it was to imagine Stan taking her in bed, him finding her and their purposeful trysts, for it couldn’t be called an affair, was kept a secret. It was only too mechanical to think of it in those ways. the stud was servicing the mare and it would be done in her home when she had days off, or her shift patterns made it possible, and Stan was in the house attending to some building and finishing off work for them.Just how and where was she ever to find the words to ask or suggest that he helped her out?And yet, Stan was always around to help, now that he was all but retired, ‘way too early’ Betty had confessed. He now worked as a paid handyman, often cash-in-hand, who got his work from cards put up on noticeboards in shops about the place where they lived, or he relied on word of mouth from those he’d previously done work for. He stood nigh on six foot tall, was broad-shouldered and thick-necked, ruggedly lean and muscular. His once black hair was greying and his stern face lined, the grey in his stubble beard stark against his lightly tanned skin. Stan wasn’t a man to argue with, and Jake had more of his mother’s looks, but the same dark hair as Stan; he did not have his father’s build but was as tall. Jake had Stan’s captivating smile and winning laugh, his eyes a shade darker than Stan’s grey-blue. In some ways there was little to choose between them, so who would ever know?Just where was she to go with this, what had been suggested, whether in jest or all seriousness?Gemma turned Jake’s way and met his consoling look upon her. He would know that what he had asked, that she think of, had affected her deeply. It had tipped what she thought to be her ordered world upside down and involved another man; someone she knew and whom she would admit that she cared for.‘It’s gone crazy, I know, Gem’…but it matters so much to you that I’ll go along with whatever you decide, and…and if it doesn’t work for us, first. We have tried..’‘I know…I know,’ she sighed, pressing a hand to his chest as Jake sought to kiss her. How difficult did it have to be to have her dream become true?And now, without any warning, another option had been presented to her, selfish and destructive as it would be to even consider it, let alone go through with being impregnated by Stan, her only too virile father-in-law who was often to be seen looking at her in ways that had perplexed her for their directness. Unprompted, Jake had given her the explanation for them and provoked the riot of emotions and contradictory thoughts in her mind. He had opened her eyes to other possibilities.‘Your father’s a good man and I didn’t know that he cared so much.’‘It’s just an idea but we try to make it happen in our ways, and that you’re so good at Gem.’ Jake had taken the glass from her hand and now held her tightly, whispered coaxing words against her lips, and slicked his tongue over them before he kissed her. ‘You sure are the woman I want, even when you’re angry with me.’She wasn’t angry. She gripped Jake’s hips to keep him to her, felt his state of arousal, and smiled up at him. ‘I’m…I’m just shocked that you could have talked of these things with Stan, even if he is family.’Jake simply nodded, pressed his lips to her throat, and breathed in his woman’s scented warmth, as he held her to him, his purpose unmistakable. He tugged on her hands and coaxed her to go upstairs, to the clutter that was their bedroom.‘Let’s just see where it goes between us first, darlin’ Gem, okay?’With her mind in a whirl she was gaziantep sınırsız escort bayan all but oblivious to his undressing of her, or that she soon settled on him, that she was coaxed through his caresses and minimal foreplay to settle on his prick and soon bucked her hips and began to ride him. She would push from her mind the thought that someone else might learn of her and that he would discover her techniques of riding cock, her control of pussy muscles that now brought Jake on.Until a few minutes ago she’d never thought that her ways of loving might involve someone else who was in her life. Thinking of that only made her gyrate her hips harder and faster, her love of sex was what Jake sought to pursue, but her purpose was never far from her mind.She’d milk Jake, for she loved him and knew the strain that she put him under with what were unreasonable hopes to all but her…and Stan.Perhaps he was the man to find her and then life could move on.2‘I’m not late, am I?’ she asked, looking at her watch, the gentle breeze tugging at her hair, which she brushed away gracefully with her carefully manicured fingers.‘No, you’re not late, I’m early,’ Stan smiled, his eyes delighting in Gemma’s charmingly youthful appearance, and that her work uniform of navy-blue trousers and a thigh-length jacket, along with a white blouse, failed to fully conceal. Her blonde hair was, for once, not a rebellious tangle and flopping over one side of her face. It had been neatly tied back. He knew what he preferred to see.‘Good. I’ve had hectic few days recently. I was worried I’d have to call off today.’‘I’m glad you didn’t as there’s so much to catch up on.’ Stan watched as Gemma sought her house keys. ‘No, I was early and had time to think of what we spoke of the other day.’‘My obsession and the answer to it, perhaps?’ she smiled wanly, finding her keys and taking a step up to the unremarkable front door. She felt uncommonly nervous from being in his company, now, and what they would speak of and what it might lead to.‘We all have them some would say…obsessions, or our offbeat ways, that make us who we are.’‘True, very true,’ she smiled, glancing his way for an instant and wondering where that revelation had arisen in him.Gemma led the way inside the house, tidier than it had been for some time. Stan had seen to that as the building work that he had set out to do no longer produced the debris that it once did. The house that they had bought was becoming more of a home and as they wished it to be.‘Betty sends her love…’‘How is she?’ Gemma asked, more to say something than out of genuine interest, She and Betty had their differences and no recognizable ways of settling them except on their terms.Stan was dutifully attentive to his wife and in what seemed a long, unshakeable, and happy marriage, but recent times had taken them in a completely new direction as she and Jake failed to make her dream of motherhood a reality, the setbacks taking their toll on all of them.‘Come in…come in,’ she urged, watching how he put a bag down against the newel post at the foot of the stairs. She took it to contain some overalls to cover his white shirt and faded jeans. Stan’s down-at-heel deck shoes took nothing away from his raw, attractive looks; the soft tan on his face made his neatly clipped beard, little more than a stubble, stark against his skin, and as one with his fashionably cut greying hair. She felt small in his presence, his manliness something to hold her attention upon him.‘Are you joining me for lunch?’ she asked, lightly, on seeing Stan stand in the doorway and glancing her way, a frown showing that something preoccupied him. It deepened the soft lines on his forehead and his manner an indication that he wanted to talk with her. ‘I can make it as simple as you want.’‘No, lunch can keep, but thanks anyway. I’d better get on…I guess.’‘What is it?’ she asked, noting his sudden and changed mood. Gemma pulled open the fridge door and took a carton of orange juice from a shelf within. ‘Have a drink with me at least?’‘Go on,’ he smiled and came to stand by her side.Gemma felt his brooding presence beside her and saw the strength in his large hands as he leaned on the worktop for a moment and looked her way. He turned so that he could do so directly.‘I’m not going to harp on, about what’s at work in me, where Jake and I have gotten to. I have thought about what you and I have talked about.’‘It’s a way out for you…’‘And you believe that you’re the one to help me, is that it?’Stan heard the continuing dismay in Gemma’s voice at what he had suggested should happen, that she considered him as becoming a sperm donor. ‘Perhaps I am. The longer the waiting goes on the more wound up you get and the chances, and the odds, lengthen.’She faltered in giving her reply, looked at Stan, and pouted as if to acknowledge what he had said. ‘We’ve tried, Jake and I have tried,’ she told him, frustrations to be heard in Gemma’s voice, ‘and I can’t put him through much more, any of you and Betty especially, with my moods.’‘Think of yourself, for now.’ Stan reached out to caress her cheek as he met Gemma’s doubting look his way. ‘So, are we in this together, now?’Gemma met his look upon her. ‘What’s not happened has brought us here or brought me here more than you. I’ve been playing catch-up, and I’ve had to think what to make of it all, what you suggested we do…and how it affects gaziantep sınırsız escort all of us.’He heard the hesitancy in her voice as he met Gemma’s doubting look. He’d be breaking every rule, but the young woman’s troubles had taken hold of him too and aroused wayward imaginings of how to help her. Infatuation didn’t come close to how he felt. He lusted after her now, craved to know the young woman before him, and in doing so to try and help her dream to become a reality.‘I’m here…Gem’.’‘Yeah, I know,’ she smiled weakly in answer to those few simple words being expressed.A vigorous man, rugged and not handsome, was in the house with her and they would not be disturbed. She had seen that look of his eyes upon her in recent days and remembered, only too vividly, Jake’s confession that he had spoken of their problems with Stan, and the crazy answer to it, so utterly crazy, as it still seemed to her. But what were the other options when remaining childless was not one of them? The man had offered, or at the very least suggested in his bizarre ways, to be of help and Jake was complicit in it. He would procure a donor, but she had sensed that Stan becoming her lover would be a certain, and attentive, way to make her dream become a reality. You couldn’t make it up! She would have help and would not have to endure endless tests and delays in making real her dream, her prevailing life’s purpose with Jake, as she presently thought of it.A man she cared for…Stan…her gruff father-in-law; he would become her unlikely but chosen lover if she chose that course of action. She would be tamped by a man whom she would often find gazing at her with a wondering look in his eyes and for that, she had no answer. She felt drawn into a maelstrom of conflicting emotions and her thoughts often drifted to the man before her and his presence again aroused.Yes, undoubted affection and help were close at hand and there would be love in the physical act between them. It would not be a coldly purposeful and ordered arrangement favored by a clinic. She would be at home and in the arms of a man that she knew; a strong, broad-shouldered man that she was undoubtedly fond of, and she would know of a man who continued to confound her. He was a man who would leave the choice up to her and who would understand whatever her choice might be.But she also sensed, from those appraising looks cast her way, that Stan wanted to take her to bed and that disturbed her most of all. She had begun to sense that with every day that passed, and whenever she was with him. Despite her denials to Jake that she wouldn’t go there, her resolve to deny that he might be the one to make her hopes fly free was slowly ebbing away. The idea of Stan finding her had become a wayward obsession that she could not clear her mind of.‘I’m here, and I’m here for you,’ he murmured as the moments of silence, that had fallen between them, lengthened.‘And I don’t know where I am with this and with you, I don’t, Stan,’ she replied, meeting his gaze and feeling dismayed to see the undoubted longing for her in his stilled eyes.Stan was purposeful and she shivered on feeling the lightest of touches to the front of her blouse, his breaths warm on her lips as their eyes held the other’s stare. They prolonged the moment when a decision would be reached, and they would concede.‘I…I want to take you to bed…you, Gemma. The rest, me helping you with your dream may follow. So, think of nothing else but of us loving. I would like you to think of doing that with me. Let it all happen…naturally.’Gemma bowed her head as she nodded her understanding of those few words. She then gazed back at him, startled to finally hear him put into words what had been his plan all along. He had been waiting for her to settle the conflicting emotions that had been aroused by Jake’s suggestion of what would be a destructive way out. All of those thoughts and emotions again took a hold of her.‘You make it sound so simple!’ she cried out, having heard him give voice to his lust for her, his touches arousing a rush of longing in her belly, the beat of her heart quickening as she met a moment’s kiss, the slick of his tongue over her parted lips.She eased away, just enough to break the kiss but not to break free of his loose embrace upon her.‘I’m here for you…I’m here for you,’ he kissed once more, feeling her hesitation in responding to his advances, ‘in every way that matters.’‘And I don’t know where I am, with this!’She broke free and rushed from the room and up the stairs, gasps of dismay on her lips as she knew that he followed her. There was nothing else to do but to concede, both to him and her impulsive ways of making a dream become a reality. She was pulled against him, for an instant, and succumbed to the clamping touches to her breasts, each sending a rush of longing coursing through her body and arousing the first flush of moisture that the certainty of him claiming her body had aroused. She would be pegged by her father-in-law and there would be an end to her journey to motherhood, a journey that had been marked by frustration and raging disappointments.‘I’m here for you and I want to find you…to love with you, Gemma,’ he murmured through his kisses, Stan’s touches arousing the tightening cramps in her belly as he put his hands to her and pressed seducingly slow but purposeful.His capable questing hands were kept on her as she felt her resolve not to concede to him fall away. She felt overwhelmed by the conflict of emotions that he aroused in her, yet she half-turned in his embrace and met his fiery kisses, felt Stan’s tongue slick over her lips.‘This is crazy!’ she groaned in dismay at her submission to him, and as she felt the gnawing cramps of longing for the man guide her responses.‘I want to love with you…’ he breathed on her lips but stopped short of kissing her.‘I know…oh, how I know that now!’
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