My wife conceives with her man
You’d be surprised how fast things happen once you and your wife acknowledge that she wants to sleep with another man and that you want her to sleep with him. Second marriage for both of us. We’d been married about a year and we often talked about her having sex with another man. I didn't have to persuade her, - she wanted it and would be happy having sex with two or more men on a regular basis, if only it could be fit into her work schedule and her life with me. I’d had a vasectomy while single and I knew my wife wanted to be pregnant before she was too old. We were in bed one warm summer afternoon, naked, enjoying the afterglow and I was getting ready to go down on her - and bring her to orgasm like I always did after sex (she has never had an orgasm with me inside her). "What are you thinking about," she asked me. She’d already shared with me that she often fantasized about being pregnant with a coworker she found especially attractive and also with various guys she knew but how did I feel about it?,- she wanted to know. "Most men wouldn't even talk about it," she said. Both of us remember this conversation very clearly as we made a momentous decision that day. To be honest, I liked the idea but was a bit apprehensive about the long term consequences and keeping her lover in our life and in our marriage. If she conceived with a man, would he want to continue the relationship with her for the long term, and perhaps impregnate her again? How would all of that work out? And what about George’s wife, - where does she fit in all of this. That’s another discussion, but suffice it to say she was supportive.
Up to that point, we’d had a couple of threesomes a couple of her coworkers and we all enjoyed the fun, but it wasn’t a regular thing as they weren't guys she'd want long-term or to have children with," she said. And we’d discussed renting the extra bedroom in our four bedroom home to a younger guy who could fuck Linda on a regular basis, maybe even replace me in the marital bed with her at times, but Linda wanted something deeper (we never abandoned the idea of using the extra bedroom for extra-marital sex of some kind). "If I’m going to have sex with a man on a regular basis, I need an emotional connection with him. And if I was to be PG with George (this was the first time we talked matter-of-factly about it) I’d be in love with him and there would be times I’d want privacy with him. I can love two men, but I need to know you aren’t feeling insecure about it as I want to be married to you forever. I’m just warning you in advance that at some point this could get serious. It wouldn’t just be horny talk. Think deeply about how you would feel if I was pregnant.”
It was then that I shared with her that "I couldn't even imagine how sexy you would look when you are pregnant." And in the moment, I thought I saw tears forming in her eyes. We both noticed my penis was getting erect again and she pulled me on top of her and into her where I came in a few seconds even though I’d just cum in her 30 minutes ago. We were unconscious of time and no words were said as we caressed each other, me still on top of her as my penis softened and fell out. I’d ejaculated a huge amount of semen into my wife and it was already leaking down her cheeks and onto her sexy anus – I had to go down on her then – it was involuntary. I wondered how soon I could get hard again. “A pregnant wife can be hard to live with,” Linda said, smiling, looking down at me as our eyes met. “Think you are up to it?” Knowing this was a key moment in our marriage – one with long term consequences, I took my time with my reply. I slowly ran my tongue around her anus, along the length of her cummy vagina and around her clit. “Yes.” I felt her tremble.
My wife Linda and I were both about 33 at the time and that day, we’d just had nice afternoon sex. Although we were having this sexy discussion, she hadn’t yet had an orgasm (she never did with me in her, I always used my tongue on her afterwards) and as stated above, I was making love to her vagina. We began to discuss the man who really turned her on.
She thought about him while we had sex. His name was George. He was a black man about 30, married, and as Linda said: very, very sexy. He been flirting with her at work, and we’d agreed Linda would return his advances and lightly touch him when it was opportune to do so. We also knew we had to learn more about him as we got to know him. Above and beyond the sexual and emotional considerations, was he the right man?
During casual conversation with George at work she invited him to our house for cocktails so I could meet him. When Linda told me that she invited him for drinks, I knew it was on. "This could get serious," she warned me. We had never talked about “cuckold” stuff, we barely knew what the word meant. And it wasn’t about “size” although Linda had mentioned that she knew George had “something going down there.” “Size” always comes up in discussions like this, and to be honest, size was “a thing” for Linda. Linda’s ex is over 7” according to her – they measured him one day, using a cloth tape in her sewing box, she told me. I’m about 5.5, - “just barely adequate,” was how Linda put it. “I’ve had bigger” she said, and “I need to feel that fullness when a man is in me. I crave it, in fact.” And when George told my wife he wasn't getting enough sex at home, there was no doubt what was going to happen.
I guess that’s a natural aspect of sex and love for a woman. But when it came to George, Linda just knew she wanted him and the fact that George wasn't getting laid much at home just fueled the flames. She wanted him in her. It scared her a little bit as she knew she might not be able to say “no” to him and she'd already told me that once a sexy well-equipped man was in her, she'd never want him to "pull out." "Otherwise, why bother?" she said. I had to laugh and agree.
Even though she hadn’t yet had sex with George, Linda was dreaming about arousing George and having him in her. She said this one night when I commented that she was already lubricated and wet even though we hadn’t done anything yet. In her words: "I’m dreaming about him and knowing I'm full of his sperm and I’m feeling very sexy about it. Hoping I conceived." Knowing it's leaking out at work the next day - that it's George’s baby and not my husband's."
Linda would often fantasize about things like this as I worked my tongue magic on her. Kudos to her for telling me about it. She’s a mid-western girl and can be very forthright at times. I knew I had married a woman with a high sex drive. A woman who gives me pleasure far beyond ordinary married sex. So as we lay there in bed and my spent penis was showing new signs of life, our chat continued like this:
Linda: I was touching his wrist when I invited him over. I know he wants me, I can just tell. Me: I’m getting hard again just thinking about it. I’m getting the idea there’s some special attraction – some special vibes between you two. Are you really thinking about him long-term? Linda: You noticed! Yes, I think about him all the time. Are you ok with this? I may ask you for some privacy with him if things go well.
Me: Ha ha – I’ll probably cum if I’m watching, but we both want this, so let’s not be too subtle when he gets here. George may not be comfortable with me in the room – I can sleep in the extra bedroom. Wear something sexy. And if I can do it without it sounding corny, I’ll let him know I want it for you as badly as you want it. He needs to know I want this, and he may not understand right away. We’ll see how he reacts when you two are making out and I pull my cock out to stroke.
Linda: I think what I’d like to do is let’s have a drink with him in the living room, then if things are going well, I’ll move up close to him on the couch. That’s your cue to refresh the drinks.
Me: Don’t worry, I’ll take my time refreshing the drinks, and I’ll stay in the kitchen if I see things are heating up.
Linda: if things go the way I want them to, I’ll go change into my sheer white robe while you two talk, and I’ll snuggle up next to him when I come out.
Me: I’d be very turned on if you don’t wear the panties that came with that robe.
Linda: There’s no way I’d want panties on at that point. I’m fertile in a few days, it’s risky, - I haven’t been taking BC pills since we got married. No need with your vasectomy. What do you think?
Me: "We want it to be all natural, don’t we?" I realized after I said this that I’d just told my wife she could conceive with him. I was glad I said it, as Linda responded in a positive way. From this point on, we were assuming Linda would conceive with George (and that the extra bedroom would be the baby's room).
Linda: I’m so ready for this. If the vibe is right, I'll model the robe right in front of George. Then I'll spin around and let the robe just fall off. When he responds, I'll take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. Don't be in the living room when this happens. You're sure?
Me: Yes. Let’s just be sure nothing happens to our plans and we actually get him here. I can’t even tell you how exciting it is to me to think about the two of you in our bed having sex, much less how sexy you'll be when that robe drops off. I've seen this with you before and I know what it does to a man.
That’s how we approached Linda’s first date with her soon-to-be long term BF, in our home. At this point in our chat I was starting to get hard again. I used my semen to lube Linda's anus and inserted my middle finger just the way she likes it, as my tongue danced on her clit and she built towards orgasm. For the next few days as we waited for Saturday, we didn’t have sex and I forced myself not to jack off. It was torture.
That Saturday when George came to our home and had been there chatting with us about 30 minutes, Linda asked me to clean up the kitchen while she “showed George the bedroom.” I knew what would soon be happening in our bed. I heard it happening long before I witnessed it and I still wanted this as bad as Linda did. I took about 15 minutes (the longest 15 minutes of my life) staying in kitchen and living room and soon a loud moan told me Linda was having an orgasm. I was harder than I’d ever been. Every man who has shared his sexy wife knows that erection is involuntary while it's happening and even if we jack off to orgasm, the erection will remain to some extent. It feels very, very good......as we think about what seconds with our wife will be like. If she lets us enjoy "seconds."
George and Linda stayed in bed until late in the evening, and she lost count of how many times they fucked. Early in the wee hours, I watched as they kissed goodbye at the front door of our house - Linda was nude and leaking his sperm down her thighs, George was fully dressed. Nipples erect she hung on him, not wanting it to end. A sexier sight, I've never seen. As the door closed and she and I kissed breathlessly for a few moments (a deep loving kiss) I asked her: "was it like you dreamed it would be?" Linda's reply was "I need this every night." Of course, we all know the logistics of that are impossible, but it told me good things were going to happen on a somewhat regular basis.
George would sometimes spend the night with my wife in our marital bed if I was traveling for work and to be honest, I loved it. She grew very comfortable making love to George in our bed and that’s the way she and I wanted her to conceive. After Linda started having sex with George (usually a couple of times a week, sometimes more often), we had sex like rabbits for a few weeks, then, gradually I found that I could no longer get a full erection when she and I were alone. I could fantasize about her having sex with him when I wanted to jack off and it got me hard enough to cum, but if Linda and I were in bed together I wasn't getting a good erection. Linda loved all the sex with George and she loved when I went down on her after he left. When George asked her not to have penetrative sex with me any more, she told me she was in love with him and it would “be best if I wasn’t in her any more.” That was a loving gesture and let me off the hook with my increasing inability to get hard for her. Nowadays, the trend in porn is for husbands to be put into a chastity device, but we didn't need one. I think it far sexier knowing I couldn't be in her and NOT wearing any kind of device. Later that year after my wife conceived with George and the baby was born I got some Cialis but generally speaking George’s penis was the only penis in her for several years - it sounds counter-intuitive, but I found it to be even sexier when I couldn't be in her and she was using other methods to get me off once in a while when I was desperate to ejaculate with her (but not in her). Once Linda realized she was having orgasms with George every time they made love it “sealed the deal.” Her body would be his to impregnate a second time. Good thing George lived close by - we had weeks were George was inseminating my wife almost daily. I was astounded at her ability to sustain her relationship with George (we were now referring to him as "her man"), our marriage, the baby, and her career. What a woman I chose to marry.
Up to that point, we’d had a couple of threesomes a couple of her coworkers and we all enjoyed the fun, but it wasn’t a regular thing as they weren't guys she'd want long-term or to have children with," she said. And we’d discussed renting the extra bedroom in our four bedroom home to a younger guy who could fuck Linda on a regular basis, maybe even replace me in the marital bed with her at times, but Linda wanted something deeper (we never abandoned the idea of using the extra bedroom for extra-marital sex of some kind). "If I’m going to have sex with a man on a regular basis, I need an emotional connection with him. And if I was to be PG with George (this was the first time we talked matter-of-factly about it) I’d be in love with him and there would be times I’d want privacy with him. I can love two men, but I need to know you aren’t feeling insecure about it as I want to be married to you forever. I’m just warning you in advance that at some point this could get serious. It wouldn’t just be horny talk. Think deeply about how you would feel if I was pregnant.”
It was then that I shared with her that "I couldn't even imagine how sexy you would look when you are pregnant." And in the moment, I thought I saw tears forming in her eyes. We both noticed my penis was getting erect again and she pulled me on top of her and into her where I came in a few seconds even though I’d just cum in her 30 minutes ago. We were unconscious of time and no words were said as we caressed each other, me still on top of her as my penis softened and fell out. I’d ejaculated a huge amount of semen into my wife and it was already leaking down her cheeks and onto her sexy anus – I had to go down on her then – it was involuntary. I wondered how soon I could get hard again. “A pregnant wife can be hard to live with,” Linda said, smiling, looking down at me as our eyes met. “Think you are up to it?” Knowing this was a key moment in our marriage – one with long term consequences, I took my time with my reply. I slowly ran my tongue around her anus, along the length of her cummy vagina and around her clit. “Yes.” I felt her tremble.
My wife Linda and I were both about 33 at the time and that day, we’d just had nice afternoon sex. Although we were having this sexy discussion, she hadn’t yet had an orgasm (she never did with me in her, I always used my tongue on her afterwards) and as stated above, I was making love to her vagina. We began to discuss the man who really turned her on.
She thought about him while we had sex. His name was George. He was a black man about 30, married, and as Linda said: very, very sexy. He been flirting with her at work, and we’d agreed Linda would return his advances and lightly touch him when it was opportune to do so. We also knew we had to learn more about him as we got to know him. Above and beyond the sexual and emotional considerations, was he the right man?
During casual conversation with George at work she invited him to our house for cocktails so I could meet him. When Linda told me that she invited him for drinks, I knew it was on. "This could get serious," she warned me. We had never talked about “cuckold” stuff, we barely knew what the word meant. And it wasn’t about “size” although Linda had mentioned that she knew George had “something going down there.” “Size” always comes up in discussions like this, and to be honest, size was “a thing” for Linda. Linda’s ex is over 7” according to her – they measured him one day, using a cloth tape in her sewing box, she told me. I’m about 5.5, - “just barely adequate,” was how Linda put it. “I’ve had bigger” she said, and “I need to feel that fullness when a man is in me. I crave it, in fact.” And when George told my wife he wasn't getting enough sex at home, there was no doubt what was going to happen.
I guess that’s a natural aspect of sex and love for a woman. But when it came to George, Linda just knew she wanted him and the fact that George wasn't getting laid much at home just fueled the flames. She wanted him in her. It scared her a little bit as she knew she might not be able to say “no” to him and she'd already told me that once a sexy well-equipped man was in her, she'd never want him to "pull out." "Otherwise, why bother?" she said. I had to laugh and agree.
Even though she hadn’t yet had sex with George, Linda was dreaming about arousing George and having him in her. She said this one night when I commented that she was already lubricated and wet even though we hadn’t done anything yet. In her words: "I’m dreaming about him and knowing I'm full of his sperm and I’m feeling very sexy about it. Hoping I conceived." Knowing it's leaking out at work the next day - that it's George’s baby and not my husband's."
Linda would often fantasize about things like this as I worked my tongue magic on her. Kudos to her for telling me about it. She’s a mid-western girl and can be very forthright at times. I knew I had married a woman with a high sex drive. A woman who gives me pleasure far beyond ordinary married sex. So as we lay there in bed and my spent penis was showing new signs of life, our chat continued like this:
Linda: I was touching his wrist when I invited him over. I know he wants me, I can just tell. Me: I’m getting hard again just thinking about it. I’m getting the idea there’s some special attraction – some special vibes between you two. Are you really thinking about him long-term? Linda: You noticed! Yes, I think about him all the time. Are you ok with this? I may ask you for some privacy with him if things go well.
Me: Ha ha – I’ll probably cum if I’m watching, but we both want this, so let’s not be too subtle when he gets here. George may not be comfortable with me in the room – I can sleep in the extra bedroom. Wear something sexy. And if I can do it without it sounding corny, I’ll let him know I want it for you as badly as you want it. He needs to know I want this, and he may not understand right away. We’ll see how he reacts when you two are making out and I pull my cock out to stroke.
Linda: I think what I’d like to do is let’s have a drink with him in the living room, then if things are going well, I’ll move up close to him on the couch. That’s your cue to refresh the drinks.
Me: Don’t worry, I’ll take my time refreshing the drinks, and I’ll stay in the kitchen if I see things are heating up.
Linda: if things go the way I want them to, I’ll go change into my sheer white robe while you two talk, and I’ll snuggle up next to him when I come out.
Me: I’d be very turned on if you don’t wear the panties that came with that robe.
Linda: There’s no way I’d want panties on at that point. I’m fertile in a few days, it’s risky, - I haven’t been taking BC pills since we got married. No need with your vasectomy. What do you think?
Me: "We want it to be all natural, don’t we?" I realized after I said this that I’d just told my wife she could conceive with him. I was glad I said it, as Linda responded in a positive way. From this point on, we were assuming Linda would conceive with George (and that the extra bedroom would be the baby's room).
Linda: I’m so ready for this. If the vibe is right, I'll model the robe right in front of George. Then I'll spin around and let the robe just fall off. When he responds, I'll take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. Don't be in the living room when this happens. You're sure?
Me: Yes. Let’s just be sure nothing happens to our plans and we actually get him here. I can’t even tell you how exciting it is to me to think about the two of you in our bed having sex, much less how sexy you'll be when that robe drops off. I've seen this with you before and I know what it does to a man.
That’s how we approached Linda’s first date with her soon-to-be long term BF, in our home. At this point in our chat I was starting to get hard again. I used my semen to lube Linda's anus and inserted my middle finger just the way she likes it, as my tongue danced on her clit and she built towards orgasm. For the next few days as we waited for Saturday, we didn’t have sex and I forced myself not to jack off. It was torture.
That Saturday when George came to our home and had been there chatting with us about 30 minutes, Linda asked me to clean up the kitchen while she “showed George the bedroom.” I knew what would soon be happening in our bed. I heard it happening long before I witnessed it and I still wanted this as bad as Linda did. I took about 15 minutes (the longest 15 minutes of my life) staying in kitchen and living room and soon a loud moan told me Linda was having an orgasm. I was harder than I’d ever been. Every man who has shared his sexy wife knows that erection is involuntary while it's happening and even if we jack off to orgasm, the erection will remain to some extent. It feels very, very good......as we think about what seconds with our wife will be like. If she lets us enjoy "seconds."
George and Linda stayed in bed until late in the evening, and she lost count of how many times they fucked. Early in the wee hours, I watched as they kissed goodbye at the front door of our house - Linda was nude and leaking his sperm down her thighs, George was fully dressed. Nipples erect she hung on him, not wanting it to end. A sexier sight, I've never seen. As the door closed and she and I kissed breathlessly for a few moments (a deep loving kiss) I asked her: "was it like you dreamed it would be?" Linda's reply was "I need this every night." Of course, we all know the logistics of that are impossible, but it told me good things were going to happen on a somewhat regular basis.
George would sometimes spend the night with my wife in our marital bed if I was traveling for work and to be honest, I loved it. She grew very comfortable making love to George in our bed and that’s the way she and I wanted her to conceive. After Linda started having sex with George (usually a couple of times a week, sometimes more often), we had sex like rabbits for a few weeks, then, gradually I found that I could no longer get a full erection when she and I were alone. I could fantasize about her having sex with him when I wanted to jack off and it got me hard enough to cum, but if Linda and I were in bed together I wasn't getting a good erection. Linda loved all the sex with George and she loved when I went down on her after he left. When George asked her not to have penetrative sex with me any more, she told me she was in love with him and it would “be best if I wasn’t in her any more.” That was a loving gesture and let me off the hook with my increasing inability to get hard for her. Nowadays, the trend in porn is for husbands to be put into a chastity device, but we didn't need one. I think it far sexier knowing I couldn't be in her and NOT wearing any kind of device. Later that year after my wife conceived with George and the baby was born I got some Cialis but generally speaking George’s penis was the only penis in her for several years - it sounds counter-intuitive, but I found it to be even sexier when I couldn't be in her and she was using other methods to get me off once in a while when I was desperate to ejaculate with her (but not in her). Once Linda realized she was having orgasms with George every time they made love it “sealed the deal.” Her body would be his to impregnate a second time. Good thing George lived close by - we had weeks were George was inseminating my wife almost daily. I was astounded at her ability to sustain her relationship with George (we were now referring to him as "her man"), our marriage, the baby, and her career. What a woman I chose to marry.
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