A Baby for Felicity by Alp Mortal
Categories: Contemporary Romance | MMF
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Felicity and Iain have been married for ten years and have been unsuccessfully trying to have a baby. Enjoying a night out on the town, they meet Lance, a bisexual financially independent man, who changes their lives irrevocably. Iain falls in love with Lance and Lance falls in love with them both. Will the love that these three have for each other be sustainable and how does a baby fit into the picture?
This story contains the graphic description of sex between two men and one woman so consider yourself warned! I am always very happy to receive your feedback. If you wish to contact me directly, please email me at: [email protected]. Visit the website, alpmortal.weebly.com, for updates on the next gay romantic story or crime thriller which I am working on. Thank you, Alp Mortal |
Chapter One – A night out on the town
“Ready?”
“Yeah…”
“Don’t get down. Getting down only makes it harder.”
“I know, but how much longer?”
“Soon.”
“You always say that.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“Soon.”
“That’s my girl. You look fucking hot I might add.”
“So do you.”
“Shall we then?”
“Yeah, let’s go!”
Felicity and Iain are trying to have a baby, but, so far it’s proving to be a little more difficult than they were led to believe. Theoretically, there’s nothing to stop them, but it hasn’t happened yet. Practise as hard they might, it’s been twenty-two months and every month the result is the same. So tonight, they’re gonna let their hair down, and go off for a night out on the town and try to forget about it.
“Where to first?” asked Felicity.
“Savannah’s for a cocktail?”
“Yeah…just don’t order a ‘sex between the sheets’ or a ‘love on the beach’ or a ‘wallbanger’…”
They arrived and ordered ‘Manhattans’ and found a perch from which to scrutinise everyone else. Not having ‘the baby’ meant they could go out and not have to worry about trying to find a babysitter, unlike all their friends, who were popping them out like peas from a pod. And not having the burden of a mouth to feed, they had plenty of money to go out, take holidays, buy new stuff and keep themselves looking pretty fucking damn hot, even if they did say so themselves. And they attracted more than their fair share of attention, from all quarters and persuasions but, to date, they had not seen fit to find their pleasures away from home. However, the juices were running out. They’d left the decision to start a family until they hit their mid-thirties and now they were thirty-seven.
A shit-hot guy grazed them with his lust filled eyes as he headed for the toilet.
“Whose team?” asked Iain.
“Straight…”
“Why so sure?”
“Last season’s shoes and no bag.”
Iain burst out laughing. This was one of the games they played. If someone checked them out, then they had to guess which team the lad or lass played for, and state a reason; confirmation wasn’t absolutely necessary but it did get you bonus points.
“One to you then,” conceded Iain.
The tally at the end of the evening decided who cleaned the flat the following morning, and who got breakfast in bed.
“He might been bi, then we could split the points.”
“Do you believe anyone is bi?”
“Yeah, I do. It makes sense if you think about it.”
“How so?” queried Iain, wondering why he hadn’t seen the sense of it before.
“Well, we both have friends who we really like and I think being bi is just an extension of that.”
“I don’t want to fuck my friends.”
“But you like being with them.”
“Yeah, because they’re my friends.”
“I think the connection we have with our best friends is just one step away from wanting to have a sexual relationship with them.”
“Flic’!”
“I’m serious Iain. Look at Charles; he follows you around like a shadow and he touches you, a lot!”
“He’s very tactile and he touches everyone, a lot. I think he’s just insecure.”
“I think he’s bi.”
“Does it make me bi?”
“Do you want to fuck him?”
“No.”
“Then I guess not.”
“Do you think any of your friends are bi?”
“Angela…”
“You said that like you know it as a fact.”
“She told me she dabbled a little when she was much younger.”
“And now?”
“Colin is floating her boat, but she always looks at Mel’ in that way.”
“And you; come to think of it.”
“So, we have friends that might be bi.”
“Okay, it’s not a cop out, or a way of getting double helpings.”
“A cop out from what, admitting you’re gay?”
“Yeah. That’s what they say isn’t it?”
“So, do you want to go for bonus points and get the all-important confirmation?”
“It’s still early yet.”
“He’s at the bar; now’s the best time.”
“I’ll go, but I’m not saying I’m gonna ask him anything.”
Felicity just cocked an eyebrow and broke into a smile.
“Hey! Do we know you?” Iain asked the guy
“Uhm, I don’t think so.”
“It’s just that you looked over, and we wondered if we should have recognised you.”
“No, no…I was…”
“Just admiring the view…”
“Precisely!”
“She’s a beautiful woman.”
“Yes, you are!”
And the guy sauntered off, leaving Iain with his jaw on the floor and something he didn’t bank on, a twitch in the underworld.
“So?” asked Felicity, the second he got back.
“Gay.”
“No!”
“Scout’s honour.”
“You lucky bastard!”
“That’s five points plus five for confirmation; do you remember where the frying pan is?”
“Hey, pal, it’s only nine o’clock.”
“I love you.”
Felicity was momentarily stunned. He always did this. It was why she loved him.
“I love you too.”
“D’ya wanna boogie?”
“Yeah! But can we have something to eat first, just tapas or something?”
“Sushi?”
“Yeah! The new place…”
In the absence of a squawking brat they had a habit of retreating into each other, subconsciously and simultaneously. Both were trying to compensate for their unfulfilled need, and compensate each other for being the one at fault, though every test assured them they both had the ammunition, in spades.
They left the cocktail bar and headed for sushi. It was still only ten-thirty once they’d eaten, so they headed to the wine bar to have a drink at a reasonable price before going to ‘Shades of Grey’ for the boogie.
Felicity and Iain had met when they were twenty-seven. Iain designed software and Felicity worked in Human Resources. In the eight years prior to trying to start a family, they did everything and went everywhere. With two well-above average incomes, and a certain shrewdness on Felicity’s part, they continued upward and by the time they began trying for the baby, they were, in every department, ‘sorted!’ A beautiful house, tastefully furnished, both had new cars, dressed in this season’s everything, with time to hone the flesh and get the tan. Last year it had been the Seychelles, this year it was Bali, unless Felicity fell pregnant.
Felicity had been attracted to Iain because he was very good looking and had a kind of androgynous quality. At the start, Felicity wasn’t sure if he was gay but almost certainly bi. Iain was attracted to Felicity because she was stunning and possessed a streak of masculinity. It was nothing overt, just the sum of her assertiveness, short hair, encyclopaedic knowledge of Millwall football club and an interest in very fast sports cars. On nights out it wasn’t uncommon for him to paint her toenails and for her to knot his tie. Friends even suggested, to each other, never to the couple, that they were like one person in two bodies and not really complete unless they were together. Ten years in love and still going strong, the exception in their group and in their age bracket.
Both had dated sporadically before they met, nothing serious and nothing long term. Iain had lived with one partner for about eight months but Felicity hadn’t lived with anyone else. She still owned her flat and rented it out. But for all the trappings of their success, now, they would cheerfully swap it all for a baby. Both Felicity and Iain were only children and the extended family only ever seemed to shrink rather than grow. Both wanted a boy and he would be called ‘Rupert John’.
None of this was occupying their minds right now as they entered the club, deposited coats and headed for the bar.
“Ready?”
“Yeah…”
“Don’t get down. Getting down only makes it harder.”
“I know, but how much longer?”
“Soon.”
“You always say that.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“Soon.”
“That’s my girl. You look fucking hot I might add.”
“So do you.”
“Shall we then?”
“Yeah, let’s go!”
Felicity and Iain are trying to have a baby, but, so far it’s proving to be a little more difficult than they were led to believe. Theoretically, there’s nothing to stop them, but it hasn’t happened yet. Practise as hard they might, it’s been twenty-two months and every month the result is the same. So tonight, they’re gonna let their hair down, and go off for a night out on the town and try to forget about it.
“Where to first?” asked Felicity.
“Savannah’s for a cocktail?”
“Yeah…just don’t order a ‘sex between the sheets’ or a ‘love on the beach’ or a ‘wallbanger’…”
They arrived and ordered ‘Manhattans’ and found a perch from which to scrutinise everyone else. Not having ‘the baby’ meant they could go out and not have to worry about trying to find a babysitter, unlike all their friends, who were popping them out like peas from a pod. And not having the burden of a mouth to feed, they had plenty of money to go out, take holidays, buy new stuff and keep themselves looking pretty fucking damn hot, even if they did say so themselves. And they attracted more than their fair share of attention, from all quarters and persuasions but, to date, they had not seen fit to find their pleasures away from home. However, the juices were running out. They’d left the decision to start a family until they hit their mid-thirties and now they were thirty-seven.
A shit-hot guy grazed them with his lust filled eyes as he headed for the toilet.
“Whose team?” asked Iain.
“Straight…”
“Why so sure?”
“Last season’s shoes and no bag.”
Iain burst out laughing. This was one of the games they played. If someone checked them out, then they had to guess which team the lad or lass played for, and state a reason; confirmation wasn’t absolutely necessary but it did get you bonus points.
“One to you then,” conceded Iain.
The tally at the end of the evening decided who cleaned the flat the following morning, and who got breakfast in bed.
“He might been bi, then we could split the points.”
“Do you believe anyone is bi?”
“Yeah, I do. It makes sense if you think about it.”
“How so?” queried Iain, wondering why he hadn’t seen the sense of it before.
“Well, we both have friends who we really like and I think being bi is just an extension of that.”
“I don’t want to fuck my friends.”
“But you like being with them.”
“Yeah, because they’re my friends.”
“I think the connection we have with our best friends is just one step away from wanting to have a sexual relationship with them.”
“Flic’!”
“I’m serious Iain. Look at Charles; he follows you around like a shadow and he touches you, a lot!”
“He’s very tactile and he touches everyone, a lot. I think he’s just insecure.”
“I think he’s bi.”
“Does it make me bi?”
“Do you want to fuck him?”
“No.”
“Then I guess not.”
“Do you think any of your friends are bi?”
“Angela…”
“You said that like you know it as a fact.”
“She told me she dabbled a little when she was much younger.”
“And now?”
“Colin is floating her boat, but she always looks at Mel’ in that way.”
“And you; come to think of it.”
“So, we have friends that might be bi.”
“Okay, it’s not a cop out, or a way of getting double helpings.”
“A cop out from what, admitting you’re gay?”
“Yeah. That’s what they say isn’t it?”
“So, do you want to go for bonus points and get the all-important confirmation?”
“It’s still early yet.”
“He’s at the bar; now’s the best time.”
“I’ll go, but I’m not saying I’m gonna ask him anything.”
Felicity just cocked an eyebrow and broke into a smile.
“Hey! Do we know you?” Iain asked the guy
“Uhm, I don’t think so.”
“It’s just that you looked over, and we wondered if we should have recognised you.”
“No, no…I was…”
“Just admiring the view…”
“Precisely!”
“She’s a beautiful woman.”
“Yes, you are!”
And the guy sauntered off, leaving Iain with his jaw on the floor and something he didn’t bank on, a twitch in the underworld.
“So?” asked Felicity, the second he got back.
“Gay.”
“No!”
“Scout’s honour.”
“You lucky bastard!”
“That’s five points plus five for confirmation; do you remember where the frying pan is?”
“Hey, pal, it’s only nine o’clock.”
“I love you.”
Felicity was momentarily stunned. He always did this. It was why she loved him.
“I love you too.”
“D’ya wanna boogie?”
“Yeah! But can we have something to eat first, just tapas or something?”
“Sushi?”
“Yeah! The new place…”
In the absence of a squawking brat they had a habit of retreating into each other, subconsciously and simultaneously. Both were trying to compensate for their unfulfilled need, and compensate each other for being the one at fault, though every test assured them they both had the ammunition, in spades.
They left the cocktail bar and headed for sushi. It was still only ten-thirty once they’d eaten, so they headed to the wine bar to have a drink at a reasonable price before going to ‘Shades of Grey’ for the boogie.
Felicity and Iain had met when they were twenty-seven. Iain designed software and Felicity worked in Human Resources. In the eight years prior to trying to start a family, they did everything and went everywhere. With two well-above average incomes, and a certain shrewdness on Felicity’s part, they continued upward and by the time they began trying for the baby, they were, in every department, ‘sorted!’ A beautiful house, tastefully furnished, both had new cars, dressed in this season’s everything, with time to hone the flesh and get the tan. Last year it had been the Seychelles, this year it was Bali, unless Felicity fell pregnant.
Felicity had been attracted to Iain because he was very good looking and had a kind of androgynous quality. At the start, Felicity wasn’t sure if he was gay but almost certainly bi. Iain was attracted to Felicity because she was stunning and possessed a streak of masculinity. It was nothing overt, just the sum of her assertiveness, short hair, encyclopaedic knowledge of Millwall football club and an interest in very fast sports cars. On nights out it wasn’t uncommon for him to paint her toenails and for her to knot his tie. Friends even suggested, to each other, never to the couple, that they were like one person in two bodies and not really complete unless they were together. Ten years in love and still going strong, the exception in their group and in their age bracket.
Both had dated sporadically before they met, nothing serious and nothing long term. Iain had lived with one partner for about eight months but Felicity hadn’t lived with anyone else. She still owned her flat and rented it out. But for all the trappings of their success, now, they would cheerfully swap it all for a baby. Both Felicity and Iain were only children and the extended family only ever seemed to shrink rather than grow. Both wanted a boy and he would be called ‘Rupert John’.
None of this was occupying their minds right now as they entered the club, deposited coats and headed for the bar.