Tuesday, 6 September 2011

Ooops - A story from the net...

 
I love this ridiculous story! 
 
CHAPTER 1: THE EARLY DAYS: AT THE UNIVERSITY

 Dot was the dream I never thought I could even get a 
date with, much less end up marrying.  She was very popular 
with the guys on our college campus, but she said she liked 
my innocence and optimistic outlook on life.  I always 
looked for the good in people, not the negative.  She and I 
became an item around campus.  I soon became her steady 
boyfriend.  She however, still dated other guys.  She 
called them her part time boyfriends.
 "James, my heart belongs to you, so you don't have to 
worry about me being giving it to other fellows when I date 
them.  You're my soul mate.  You're special to me."
 Her words meant so much to me.  She also told me she 
had a weakness for the strong brawny type of men.  I on the 
other hand was a bantam lightweight and short.
  She adored  guys on the football teams and other 
sports teams, including the local pro teams.  Her weakness 
was accepting dates with them.  She asked for my 
understanding.  She told me how much it meant to be seen 
with these men and quench her thirst to be near them 
physically. She admitted after a while, she tired of their 
crude, macho shallowness and efforts to treat her as a sex 
object.  That's why she said it was important for me to be 
her steady boyfriend, and them her part timers.  She also 
said it was important for her to be able  to count on me 
and my professed love to her.  For that reason, she 
preferred I didn't date other girls.  She wanted  to be my 
full time steady girl.  She let me know that she wouldn't 
tolerate me having part time girlfriends.
 "Darling if you had part timers, then you'd be 
treating me like I was a sex object, just like the jerks I 
uncontrollably get a yearning to be with from time to time.  
You love me don't you?  You wouldn't treat me like 
something to be used for a moment's pleasure would you? .  
and then tossed  away like a empty soda can."
 I quickly let her know that I could never treat her 
like that.  I let her know she meant far too much to me for 
that to occur.  I knelt and promised my faithfulness to 
her.
 She and I dated  about once or twice every two weeks.  
The other time, her part timers took up most of her free 
time.  She had many, many dates.  She was a very popular 
girl on campus.  There were whispers of many who called her 
indecent names.  I knew that others were probably jealous 
of her lovely looks and being able to date all the top men 
on campus.  She was always going to some frat party or 
another.  I later learn she had an open invitation to all 
the fraternity parties on campus as well as at a 
neighboring college five miles away.  Our campus is large. 
There are over 25,000 students in attendance and over 15 
frat houses.  The other college has  over 15,000 students 
and I believe 6 frat house. Because of the lateness of many 
of these parties, she often slept over afterwards.
 Many times when we would be seen together, people 
would look at us and whisper.  It did my ego good, knowing 
they were probably envious of us.
 The subject of sex finally came up between Dot and I 
after we had a steamy petting session one night, on a rare 
date when she had a free evening from her part time 
boyfriends .  This was a year after we were going steady.
 I awkwardly asked her to share and express our love 
sexually. She kissed me and let me know that she wanted me 
to come to our wedding bed a virgin - which I was, except 
for the affairs I had with my hands.
 I expressed my hunger for her and my desire to possess 
her.  She let me know that I sounded like I saw her only as 
a sex object and not as the woman I loved. She made me 
think.  I apologized, but told her it would be so nice for 
us to feel good together.
 "In due time darling.  I do love you very much, but 
I'm so afraid that if I give myself to you, you'll tire of 
me and leave me.  That would break my heart."
 I assured her I wouldn't do so, or fall out of love 
with her.  I verbally expressed my love for her in so many 
different ways, continually trying to counter every 
objection she had to us broadening our sexual experience.  
I was becoming rather frustrated.  My poor prick was beyond 
aching.  It was  burning for release.  You see, the short 
skirt Dot wore was up literally up to her waist so that the 
skimpy panties she wore were very visible in the moonlit 
car.  She'd given up on trying to pull the hem down as we 
sat there talking.  This luscious sight did little to cool 
my sexual adore for her.
 However, the unexpected happened.  Somewhere in our 
talk the topic of her having sex with her part timers crept 
in.
 "So that's it?  Just because I've occasionally been 
too weak to resist the sexual advances of my part time 
boyfriends, you think you should sex me too?"
 `I-It'd be n-nice.'  I meekly replied.
 "You don't know how angry that makes me!  I thought 
you respected me more than that?  Take me home right now!"
 The moment was destroyed.  I begged for her 
forgiveness.  I apologized profusely.
 "Okay, I accept your apology.  But we must agree that 
you won't pressure me for sex and will wait until our 
wedding night to have full sex."
 `Full sex?'  I asked quizzically.
 "Well darling, I was waiting until the time was right 
to let you know that I too wanted to have sex with you, but 
.. well it's not quite what you had in mind."
 I implored her to be open with me.  She seemed shy of 
telling me.  I finally teased it out of her.
 "James sweetie, I-I want you to . er, well love me 
between my legs with your tongue.  I-I guess what I'm 
trying to say  is that I want you to suck my pussy.  There 
I've said it."
 I was speechless and caught off guard.  There was a 
moment of silence.
 She explained that she always had the idea that the 
man that truly loved her would do this for her and 
masturbate himself until he could exercise his conjugal 
rights after marriage.  She however admitted that she would 
still date part timers as well as sex them.
 "That's okay.  Maybe it's just a fantasy.  I guess I 
expect too much and have too higher standards for my dream 
husband.  Okay, lets go home since I can see you don't seem 
interested."
 `N-No, that's n-not it.  I-I have never done that 
before.  I-I'd do it for y-you .. e-except I-I don't know 
how." I replied stammering.
 "You sweet thing.  You're so cute.  C'mon here.  On 
your knees.  I'll teach you to love me that way."  She said 
kissing me on my forehead and then leaning back and pulling 
her skirt well above her waist and quickly pushing her 
panties off.  Soon, I was staring into  her moonlight 
illuminated  cunt.  The warm musk scented odor arising was 
so intoxicating.  With a few cryptic words of guidance I 
was licking and lapping her moist soft warm hairy pussy 
meat.  Soon she had my head pressed tightly to her vulva 
opening.  My face was covered with her warm wet juicy sex.  
It was quite a delightful joyous feeling to be this way 
with her. As I worked my tongue as deep as I could, all the 
while sucking up mouthful after mouthful of her bountiful 
pussy nectar, I discovered this was really nice.  When she 
was shuddering and moaning with the joyful pleasure of 
orgasm, I felt so proud I was causing it. 
 Later afterwards, she urged me to free my aching prick 
and jerk it off for her.  She giggled and mentioned 
something about my  prick being the smallest she'd ever 
seen. Wanting a release so bad, my mind and actions were 
focused on getting off.   I didn't need much urging.  I 
came just after a few strokes.  She encouraged me on.  We 
had a wonderfully juicy kiss after I got off.
 As I was driving her back to her dorm, I felt so more 
in love.  I knew we were so much closer than before.  
Closer than close.
 We saw each other more often after that night.  More 
frequently than during the first year of us being steadies.  
She however still dated her part time steadies.  Between 
dates she'd have me love her with my mouth.  About three 
months later, she called me to pick her up from a frat 
party at the neighboring college five miles away.
 She met me out front.  It was Three AM.
 She French kissed me passionately after getting in the 
car.  Her kiss had a strange slightly sour and creamy, but 
yet flavorful taste.
 "I thoroughly enjoyed myself dear.  All the fellows 
were gentlemen, even though I was too weak to resist them 
when they had me feel their big hard dicks."
 `Y-You m-mean you s-sexed t-the whole frat house?'
 "Yes, there were only 15 guys . but they were so cute 
and so hard up."  Her statement almost made me lose control 
of the car as I turned on the road back to the university.
 About half way there she had me pull over onto a 
wooded side road.  My heart leaped and was full of 
anticipation.  I thought maybe she was going to let me 
share what 15 other lucky frat brothers had enjoyed 
earlier.
 "James darling, it would mean so much to me and our 
relationship if you'd love my pussy with your mouth now."
 `Y-you m-mean  w-with it f-full .'
 "Yes, full of their cum.  It would show me you're not 
insecure about your manhood and that you do really love 
me."
 I countered with several reasons why maybe I shouldn't 
and she did the same why I should.
 "Well lets go.  You're obviously not the man you claim 
you were.  I was wrong about you and your high ideals. It 
won't be the first time I was wrong about a man.  Lets go. 
Take me back to the dorm.  It's apparent  you're going to 
let a little cum from a few dicks spoil what we have.  If 
your love is so shallow just because I let the guys pull a 
train on me, it means  your love wasn't that deep to start 
with."
 I pleaded and tried to reason with her that me not 
giving her head shouldn't terminate our relationship. She 
dug in.    "You either head your tongue in my pussy  or we 
head down the highway and never see each other again."
 I gave in.  I shared her delight from being at the 
frat house.  I tasted her jism coated cunt.  The smell was 
somewhere between gamy, and a strong pungent musk scent.  
The taste was very creamy and  gooey.  There was a slight 
after taste, but all in all the taste was rather palatable, 
even if a little slimy.  I had saved our relationship and 
proved to her my true love, as well as that I wasn't 
insecure about my manhood.  
 She was so loving and grateful for my actions and 
promised her love to me.  She let me know I was the man she 
wanted to marry.  I was so elated.  It was worth the 
aftertaste.
 From that night on our love pattern had shifted to me 
sucking her juicy gooey pussy after her dates when she'd 
been fucked, which was at least three to five times a week.
 "Remember darling, you have my heart even if I give my 
pussy to others."  Her words stuck in my mind as she 
reminded me that she wanted me to remain a virgin until we 
married, which we'd planned right after graduation.
 "Darling you're only one who's sucking my pussy after 
I've been sexed.  I just wanted you to know that and to let 
you know that's very special to me."
 There were many rumors being whispered around campus 
about Dot and how she put out so easily.  However, I was 
glad to know that I never heard a rumor about anyone else 
sucking her cunt after she'd been sexed.  I felt good about 
her being true to me in that regard.

CHAPTER 2: WE GOT MARRIED

 After getting married, I was finally able to slip my 
prick into her hot smoldering cunt.  It was so juicy and 
warm.  I couldn't stay hard for more than a few seconds.  I 
was finally enjoying what hundreds of her part timer 
boyfriends had previously experienced before. Through 
practice and getting use to her, I've gotten up to two 
minutes..  Her cunt seems to always be hot and juicy.  Me 
performing oral sex to satisfy her is always part of our 
love making.  I couldn't satisfy her otherwise.
Well now that it `s 12 years after leaving the 
University.  We have six  kids and live in a nice 
neighborhood.  I have a good job and the pay is decent.  We 
are a happy family .  However, I'm always worried about my 
wife falling down or bumping into someone physically and 
having an accident.  Not only does she bruise herself each 
time, but she often ends up pregnant.  You see whenever she 
falls or bumps into someone, it's always been a man and 
somehow the man's penis gets exposed.  So when she falls 
down or bump into these men, their cocks get trapped in her 
hot juicy cunt  and the unfortunate man can't hold back 
long enough before extricating himself from my wife's sex. 
As a result, he releases his sperm in her. It's so uncanny, 
but it has always happened when she's off the pill and we 
have been trying to make a baby.
I can attest to the juicy slippery wetness of her cunt 
and understand why it wouldn't take much to penetrate her, 
but the circumstances are what throws me for a loop. 
 The first time happened when the plumber was over to 
do some work in one of our baths. Dot forgot he was there.  
The floor was damp.  She was wearing only a robe. He'd just 
finished taking a leak and was about to zip up when she 
opened the door. She slipped on the damp floor.  He tried 
to catch her.  They both fell and got entangled. She said 
she was horrified at how quick it all happened and how the 
man's penis slipped into her so easily as they collided.  
She said that by the time they were able to uncouple them 
selves and come to their senses, the totally embarrassed 
plumber had released a large quantity of his seed in her 
womb.
 I know her cunt was always juicy and well lubricated, 
so I could easily see where such a thing could occur.
Luckily neither were seriously hurt.  Dot sustained 
some bruises.  She showed them to me when I came home from 
work that evening. They were in the form of reddish hand 
prints on her  shapely rear and her size 38 breasts where 
the plumber had tried to catch her and separate the two of 
them.
I consoled her and she told me not to worry.  She said 
she was sure she was already pregnant from me and that the 
plumber's sperm wouldn't have a chance to impregnate her.
"After all honey, we made love two weeks ago, when I 
was most fertile then. Remember?"
I assured her I didn't forget.  Dot had determined her 
most fertile time of the month and had me abstain from sex, 
or jerking off, until then.  She was even juicier during 
this fertile period.  We'd done this for three months 
previously and she hadn't got pregnant.  We both had been 
through physical exams, so we both knew we physically able 
to produce kids.
A month after the accident with the plumber, Dot 
missed her period.  We celebrated.  We both never thought 
anymore about the plumber until our first born arrived.  
From the baby's facial resemblance, there was no doubt the 
biological father was the plumber.
Dot was briefly heart broken.  She apologized as well 
as consoled me that our first born wasn't mine.  However, 
she quickly got over her sadness and became the doting 
loving mother.  I at first raised the issue of putting the 
baby up for adoption, but I knew by her silence and the way 
she held, cuddled and breast fed him, that I indeed was 
going to be his daddy. 
Dot persuaded me to invite the plumber over to see our 
new son.  I  abhorred the idea, but she was insistent.  I 
caved in.  It was so awkward for both of us to have the 
real father present.  Dot took it real well. I was 
embarrassed the whole time, especially when my wife asked 
that I take a picture of her, my son and the plumber.
The plumber promised any future work for free and that 
he would frequently come by to check on things, sort of as 
"preventive maintenance" in his words, as well as to see 
"my son".
I should've said no, but free plumbing repairs is not 
something to give up lightly, even for a little 
embarrassment and awkwardness.
About two years later she had another accidental fall.  
This time it was at the supermarket.  It was in the produce 
section.  Again there was water on the floor.  She started 
to slip.  The produce manager saw her and ran over to give 
her a hand.  As he arrived, she reached out for his hand, 
missed it and grabbed  his the top of his trousers at the 
juncture of the belt buckle and zipper.  Her pull brought 
almost her full weight upon this area resulting in the 
man's pants being ripped and underwear pulled down.  After 
his genitals were exposed, he too slipped.  Like the 
plumber, he toppled precariously and ended up sexually 
joined with my wife.  As before, before they could untangle 
themselves, the poor man's sperm had been released into her 
again unprotected and naked cunt. 
 Occasionally, my wife gets the urge to wear no 
panties.  Unfortunately, this was one of those times.
She told me she was so glad that there were no 
witnesses to this scene. Again, neither were hurt. My wife 
had the same type handprint bruises on her as before.  My 
wife said the produce manager was able to secure his torn 
pants with his belt and hide the rip by wearing a work 
apron. She offered to pay for the damage, but he refused. 
He offered to write up a store accident report for her 
fall, but she said she was just too embarrassed.  She said 
they both were highly embarrassed.
Again this was during a period when we were trying to 
have another child.  Again she alleviated my worrying that 
the produce manager had impregnated her.  I felt better.  
After all her most fertile period was two weeks ago and I 
had shot my month's worth of pent up jism into her several 
times.  I too thought there was nothing to worry about and 
soon forgot about the incident and warned my wife to please 
try and be more careful.
Nine months later, she had twins.  Again, time I saw 
them for the first time, I knew we were both wrong again.  
The produce manager had a fraternal pair of twins he didn't 
know about.
Again, Dot looked at me with her big blue sad eyes and 
apologized. She appeared devastated.  However, after 
handing me one and then the other, she got cheerful.  She 
started breast feeding them both.  Her face brightened.  I 
brought up the issue of adoption.  Again as with the birth 
of our first born, she ignored me, not once but three 
times. Only when I talked about  the room decorations for 
the twins did she acknowledge I was still there.  I knew 
this meant we had two more children in our growing family.
As with the plumber, Dot felt the produce manager 
should know about the children.
"It's bound to come out, so we might as well let him 
know so his feelings won't be hurt."  I argued against 
this.  As I was doing so, the door bell rang.
"Honey, I was so sure you would want what I wanted, I 
went ahead and invited him.  I'm sure that's him now.  If 
you want me to send him away I will.  However, I already 
let him know he was the biological father." My wife said 
with watery eyes.
I was even more upset now, but knew that it was 
probably too late to do anything except  as she desired.  
As with the plumber, there was awkwardness and 
embarrassment.  Again, I took a photo of my wife and the 
produce manager and "our new son and daughter".
The produce manager did seem like a nice chap and was 
also embarrassed.  This made me feel better about things 
somewhat.  After all, what was done was done.  However, I 
felt even better about him when he promised us free produce 
items  every week.
He was even nice enough to deliver the fresh fruits 
and vegetables to our home.  I suspected he did so to catch 
a glimpse of the twins doing the deliveries.  I had to 
admit, we got the highest quality items too.
Life returned to normal around the house.  She went 
back on the pill as we coped with our growing family.  I 
was a bit sad that we had three kids and none  were mine 
biologically, however, with me being the eternal optimist, 
I quickly got into the roll of being the loving dutiful 
father.  Both the plumber and the produce manager were 
frequent visitors to our house, usually when I was at work.  
However, Dot always filled me in on their visits.
"Honey, you know since they both are really like part 
time daddies, doesn't that also mean they're like part time 
husbands, especially  since they are the real fathers, and, 
you know, do things for us and the kids?"  My wife asked me 
one evening after the kids were in bed and we sat watching 
TV news.
`I  guess you could say something like that, but it 
doesn't make much sense. why do you ask?'  I asked with a 
puzzled look.
"W-Well dear, I was thinking that makes me their part 
time wife, a-and, if it's my responsibility to have sex 
with you because I'm your wife, doesn't that mean the same 
thing for them?"
I couldn't believe what my wife was saying.  However, 
out of the past the concept of her part time boyfriends 
came back like a thunderbolt. 
`I think you're stretching things a bit Dot.'  I 
replied.
"It just seems like they're being cheated, you know, 
by not having sex like we do since we're man and wife."
I applauded her for being sensitive to the situation, 
but I  assured her that she had no reason to feel guilty 
that she was cheating them or that they were being deprived 
of something that was rightfully theirs.
"I do feel guilty.  I don't care what you say. I'm 
feeling like I'm just not doing the right thing honey."
`The right thing?' I replied brashly.  My patience was 
being stretched on this matter.  Couldn't she see I'd been 
humiliated enough by her accidents and the fact that the 
men knew the children were theirs. I lost it. I blurted out 
what I was thinking.
"You're jealous, mean and you blame me for those 
accidents. And here I thought you were a man secure with 
your manhood.  The one who always looked for the good in 
others.  You're not the man I married! Y-You're just a 
sham!"  Dot yelled as she ran from the room crying.
Her words and logic hit me in the face like a wet 
towel.  I sat and thought.  I went to the bedroom where she 
was on the bed crying.  I held her and we talked.  I 
conceded that she was partly correct and she said she 
understood how I might be somewhat humiliated by the 
results of her unfortunate accidents.  
"But darling, I love you.  My heart will always be 
yours.  No one can ever take that away from you".  She said 
to me sweetly as she kissed me passionately.  She then told 
me that she felt bad about me not being feeling secure or 
trusting her enough to share her pussy with the plumber and 
the produce manager.  "I'll still be your full time loving 
wife, just like I was your full time steady in college." I 
was worried she was going in that direction with this 
discussion.
We talked some more.  I wasn't able to alleviate her 
of her guilt or to satisfy her that I was secure in my 
manhood or that I trusted her to have sex with our kids' 
real fathers.  Knowing she wanted to do something about 
this situation, I considered some options. Finally, we 
compromised.
I agreed that she could asked the two men if they 
wanted her to function as a part time wife, that is for 
conjugal purposes.  If they said yes, I was to go along 
with the program.  If not, then my wife's guilt would be 
relieved and she would say nothing more about the matter.
We made really passionate love that night.  I was 
really tired out the next morning as I headed out to work.  
But it was a very pleasant tiredness mixed with a fearful 
anxiety.  What would I do if the two men wanted my wife as 
their part time wife for sex?
It was a busy day at work.  I was glad. It helped keep 
my mind off what was happening at home. A half hour before 
leaving work, Dot called.  "Honey, both of them agreed that 
they did feel cheated  and feel much better about things 
now, especially since I have your permission to give them 
some when they want me."  I was silent as I let her words 
sink in.  She went on to tell me that they both had been 
there at the same time when she asked them the big 
question.  They had a threesome. 'I-I see.'  Was all I 
could say as I stammered and fumbled with my words. 'I-I'll 
be home a-after s-stopping by t-the hardware store.'
"Honey please come home first.  I want to share their 
love with you, you know like we did  at the university.  
I'd love for us to do that, please?  That way I'll know 
that you support sharing me and are not insecure about your 
manhood or your role as a loving husband."
I arrived home. Dot was in the bedroom.  Her mom had 
the kids in the backyard playing.  My wife  greeted me with 
a wet juicy kiss.  Her breath had a musk type smell.  I 
knew she'd been  performing oral sex. After a few loving 
pleasantries, she guided my head between her statuesque 
legs.  There were cum stains on her inner thighs and her 
hairy syrupy wet slick crotch reeked of an even stronger 
odor than the faint odor that lingered in the room as I 
walked in. There had been heavy sex performed here.  It had 
been a long time, but I was familiar with it all.  I busied 
myself proving that I was secure in my husbandly role and 
manhood to the woman I loved and that I trusted and 
supported her having sex with other men.  Like riding a 
bicycle after being away from it after a while, I got use 
to the taste and flavor of multiple doses of mixed semen 
and her tasty pussy nectar.  I could tell by the way Dot 
clamped her legs around my head and pressed my head tightly 
to her that she was enjoying this much more than my normal 
pussy eating.  In a strange way I was pleased for her and 
at being able to give her the pleasure she needed.
After I got her off twice, we hugged and she guided my 
smaller hard-on between her freshly mouth douched cunt.  
She was very juicy,  warm and  looser  than normal. I knew 
now I'd have to get accustomed to her sex being this way. I 
lasted a little longer than my normal two minutes in her  
but it was good knowing I'd truly satisfied my beautiful 
full time wife.  She revealed to the two men that they 
couldn't  lick her pussy after she'd been fucked.  That was 
reserved for her full time husband-me.  Obviously she 
considered this was a perk befitting the full time husband.  
She said both agreed that they wouldn't infringe on my 
territory. They would be satisfied to fuck and fill her 
with their jism.
`I wish you hadn't told them I-I was g-going to d-do 
this for you afterwards.'  I said in an irritated tone.
"I'm sorry if I did anything wrong."  She said sensing 
my mood. "The topic came about when I  mentioned that I'd 
plan on sharing the good time with you when you came home.  
One of them said you were probably going to eat me out.  I 
didn't say you were, but I did ask them both, if you were, 
did  they mind. They both said no, if that's what you're 
worried about honey.  In fact they both seemed happy you 
were going to eat their jism.  They had big smiles on their 
faces."
I tried to explain to Dot how embarrassing it was for 
them to know I did that.  
"You worry too much darling.  Besides, they're just 
like family.  It'll be a family secret.  Anyway, they both 
seem to think it was right for you to do that.  I  didn't 
detect any sort of disrespect in their voices." 
I was speechless at her reply.
At dinner she was absolutely radiant, loving and 
relaxed.  My mother-in-law joined us for dinner and stayed 
over night.  After the kids were put to bed we three 
watched the late news.
"James I've always thought a lot of you, but I know 
now for sure that you're the right husband for Dot.  You're 
the loving and understanding man she's always needed.  A 
man who has accepted other men's children as your own and 
also continue to share your wife with these same men.  And 
as if that wasn't good enough to show your you love her, 
you aren't too humble to kneel and suck up after the men.  
I'm proud to have you as my son-in-law."  My mother-in-
law's words, even though well meaning, slapped me across 
the face like an oak log.  My face was red and flush.  I 
wondered now if it was on a billboard somewhere that I 
sucked my wife's cum filled cunt.
"He's the greatest, mom.  I just love him so."  My 
wife leaned over and kissed me as she spoke. "Just like I 
told you, he's always been secure with his manhood even 
back in our college days.  He knows how to use his tongue 
and is good at it. He knew back then that my heart would 
always be his exclusively, no matter how many men he shared 
my pussy with." She continued.
"That must why you two are so close and loving.  Many 
couples just don't have what it takes to keep the spark in 
their marriage." 
"You're right mother.  I know James loves me,  that's 
why I didn't care how many guys I had sex with at the 
university,  he was the only one I'd let suck my pussy out 
after I got fucked."
My eyes opened like an owl.  Did my wife know what she 
was saying sounded like?
"You really made a good catch Dot.  It's hard finding 
a good sucker."  My face was again contorted as I raised up 
stiff in the easy chair as I looked at my mother-in-law 
not believing my ears.
"She meant pussy sucker dear, nothing more." My wife 
interjected as she lovingly squeezed my hand, seeing my 
face reflect my misinterpretation of what her mother was 
implying.
The conversation drifted back to the news after that, 
but before we three turned in for the night, Dot's mother 
volunteered to come over and keep the kids occupied when 
their real fathers came over to spend some time with my 
wife.  "And I'll also watch them when you want to be alone 
and suck their daddies' cum from Dot's snatch too."
Dot hugged me as we walked to bed.  She chuckled at 
her mom's wording.  I was still uptight, but Dot consoled 
me and helped me overlook what was said.  I complained 
about her telling her mom many intimate details about us.  
Dot apologized, for what it was worth, and ask for my 
forgiveness.  As she wrapped me in her arms I knew I 
couldn't hold anything against her, for I too thought I'd 
made a great catch too.

CHAPTER 3: MORE ACCIDENTS

 My wife had been accident free for two complete years.  
As we started to think about trying to have another child, 
I cautioned her against the possibility of her having 
another fall or slip and winding up pregnant by some 
stranger.  Again confident that it wouldn't happen again, 
we started making plans to have our own child.
 I wanted my wife to cut  the plumber and the produce 
manager off until she was pregnant.  She thought that was 
too cruel.  They said the same. So in order to keep 
everybody happy, it was agreed that they would wear two 
condoms.  I insisted on this since both the plumber and the 
produce manager had rather large cocks, according to my 
wife, so I wanted to be sure that if one condom burst, the 
other would hold.  Reluctantly they agreed.
 However, while I was worried about bursting condoms, 
fate was again declaring war on us.
 Dot had been out looking at furniture, again on an 
occasion where she was panty-less.  She bumped into a 
salesman as they both were coming around a corner.  His 
suit pants were held up by suspenders,  The body collision 
caused the suspender latches to open.  The man's pants fell 
to the floor just as he and my wife got entangled and fell 
onto a nearby mattress.  Unfortunately he was wearing boxer 
shorts that fell with his trousers.  As has happened 
before, they were briefly coupled, but by the time they 
extricated themselves, the damage had been done.  She said 
it happened so quick that the man's large long penis found 
its way into her always slippery wet vagina.  
 Since they fell of the mattress, bruising was less, 
but my wife did sustain hand print marks on her lush tits 
from where the salesman tried to catch a hold of something 
to stop his fall.
 When she called me at work, I scolded her about being 
careful and watching where she walked.
 Even though I'd again released a month's worth of my 
pent up cum into her doing her most fertile period just two 
weeks before, I was afraid of her coming up pregnant with a 
salesman's baby.  I couldn't get over how it was that other 
men's cocks seem to home in on my wife's luscious cunt, in 
some of the most oddest situations.
 Sure enough, a month later, my wife announced she was 
pregnant again. I diplomatically, I thought so anyway, 
brought up the idea of an abortion.  Everyone, including 
the plumber and the produce manger, not to mention Dot's 
mother, came down on me like a ton of bricks.  Even Dot had 
the minister come by and talk to me.
 After he left, I felt truly selfish and guilt ridden 
about what I'd was thinking.  I apologized to everyone.  
They all accepted. 
 As Dot became swollen, she looked ever so radiant as a 
woman with child.  As with previous pregnancies, she always 
liked for me to kiss her tummy whenever we kissed and 
always in the morning when we awoke and at night before we 
went to bed.
 Dot continued to have twice weekly sex with the 
plumber and the produce manager until sometime in the 
seventh month.  Dot told me that the doctor prohibited her 
from having sexual penetration as well as sucking cocks. 
The doctor however approved of me tonguing her to orgasm.
 "Darling,  I feel sorry for them having to suffer 
until I'm well again." She was referring to the plumber and 
the produce manager.
 I assured her that they would survive and not to worry 
about them.
 "I hear you, but it just doesn't seem fair. They're so 
accustomed to getting off over here at house twice a week.  
Er, honey, since you've already tasted their stuff, w-would 
you mind doing them . you know, sucking them off for me, 
you know take my place until after I deliver."
 I gave my wife an incredulous look as I stood their 
bewildered.
 `I-I can't believe w-what you're asking?' I muttered.
 "I know it's a lot sweetie, but since they're so much 
larger than you, that means they get more hard up. It'd 
only be for a few weeks.  If you're concerned about them 
telling anyone, we can swear them to secrecy."  She 
offered.
 I questioned why she couldn't bring them to the point 
of climax and have them pull out of her mouth, or she could 
just spit it out.
"No darling, a proper blow job should be to completion 
and swallowed.  I see you're still insecure of your 
manliness.  Well I can see I was fooled again by you.  And 
here I am carrying your child.."
I assured her I was not insecure, but she persisted.  
She turned her back to me and folded her arms. I knew then 
that she was serious about this matter.  We talked and 
argued.  We argued.  We talked.
Dot's mother heard us.  She became an arbitrator.
"James, I'll do my best to take care of them off on 
Tuesdays, if you'll give them head on Thursdays."  Her mom 
offered.
"See honey, mom is willing to take on half the load, 
then you'll only have to suck half as much."
I gave them both an incredible look of disbelief.
"James what's the problem?  You suck their creamy cum 
out of your wife's pussy now.  What's the difference if you 
suck it straight from their cocks?  Oh!  I know what it is.  
You're one of those guys who's afraid he'll get hooked on 
licking dicks if he tries it a few times.  I know the type 
Dot.  Got a short dick . insecure in his manhood . lacks 
confidence . is a mama's boy .   I understand James.  We 
don't want to be the cause of you becoming a cocksucker 
permanently.  I bet if you just had a big dick in his mouth 
10 seconds, less much doing it for a few weeks, you'd  be a 
hopeless fag,  probably give up pussy sucking all 
together."
`H-How c-can y-you say s-say that.  I-I would not!'
"Then prove it to me and your wife that you're not an 
insecure with your masculinity.  Demonstrate that you can 
suck dicks and return to being the husband we hold in high 
esteem !"  My mom-in-law said boldly.
"Honey, mother does have a point.  If you don't, it 
would cause us to wonder about you."  My wife interjected 
with a look of worry on her face.
`W-What! I-I-I `m no faggot!. I-I `m not insecure. Y-
You  two know that.  I-I-I .Oh what's the use! I'll show 
y'all I'm no fag!  I'll suck `em and prove I'm every bit 
the man I was before.'
"I'm so proud of you darling.  I knew you wouldn't let 
me down."  My wife said as she hugged and kissed me.
My mother-in-law praised my decision but warned that 
she'd be monitoring my efforts.
As we kissed, it dawned on me that I'd never sucked a 
dick before.  When I told my wife, she said not to worry.  
She had a black dildo in her room and gave me pointers 
using it. It was so anatomically realistic.

CHAPTER 4: OUR FOURTH CHILD

 I waited in the delivery room full of anxiety and 
fear.  I was hoping I was wrong about the foreboding 
feeling I was having.  The moment of truth came.  I think 
could see it in the nurse's face as she showed me back to 
my wife and our new baby girl.  As I open the blanket to 
take a peek,  again I knew fate had won.  This was the 
furniture salesman's daughter.
 The routine was very familiar.  My wife expressed 
remorse but soon became the doting mother after having me 
hold the baby.  I knew there was nothing to say or do but 
support my wife and prepare for what was to follow.
 A week after she was home, I met the furniture 
salesman.  Again I took what has almost become the 
obligatory portrait of my wife, the furniture salesman, and 
our new daughter.
 I resisted him gaining part time husband status, but 
this time, it was put to a vote.  My wife set up the 
scheme.  Since I was the full time husband, I had two 
votes.  Each of the existing part time husbands,- the 
plumber and the produce manager- each had one vote. She 
preferred I didn't date other girls.  She wanted  to be my 
full time steady girl.  She let me know that she wouldn't 
tolerate me having part time girlfriends.
 "Darling if you had part timers, then you'd be 
treating me like I was a sex object, just like the jerks I 
uncontrollably get a yearning to be with from time to time.  
You love me don't you?  You wouldn't treat me like 
something to be used for a moment's pleasure would you? .  
and then tossed  away like a empty soda can."
 I quickly let her know that I could never treat her 
like that.  I let her know she meant far too much to me for 
that to occur.  I knelt and promised my faithfulness to 
her.
 She and I dated  about once or twice every two weeks.  
The other time, her part timers took up most of her free 
time.  She had many, many dates.  She was a very popular 
girl on campus.  There were whispers of many who called her 
indecent names.  I knew that others were probably jealous 
of her lovely looks and being able to date all the top men 
on campus.  She was always going to some frat party or 
another.  I later learn she had an open invitation to all 
the fraternity parties on campus as well as at a 
neighboring college five miles away.  Our campus is large. 
There are over 25,000 students in attendance and over 15 
frat houses.  The other college has  over 15,000 students 
and I believe 6 frat house. Because of the lateness of many 
of these parties, she often slept over afterwards.
 Many times when we would be seen together, people 
would look at us and whisper.  It did my ego good, knowing 
they were probably envious of us.
 The subject of sex finally came up between Dot and I 
after we had a steamy petting session one night, on a rare 
date when she had a free evening from her part time 
boyfriends .  This was a year after we were going steady.
 I awkwardly asked her to share and express our love 
sexually. She kissed me and let me know that she wanted me 
to come to our wedding bed a virgin - which I was, except 
for the affairs I had with my hands.
 I expressed my hunger for her and my desire to possess 
her.  She let me know that I sounded like I saw her only as 
a sex object and not as the woman I loved. She made me 
think.  I apologized, but told her it would be so nice for 
us to feel good together.
 "In due time darling.  I do love you very much, but 
I'm so afraid that if I give myself to you, you'll tire of 
me and leave me.  That'd break my heart."
 I assured her I wouldn't do so, or fall out of love 
with her.  I verbally expressed my love for her in so many 
different ways, continually trying to counter every 
objection she had to us broadening our sexual experience.  
I was becoming rather frustrated.  My poor prick was beyond 
aching.  It was  burning for release.  You see, the short 
skirt Dot wore was up literally up to her waist so that the 
skimpy panties she wore were very visible in the moonlit 
car.  She'd given up on trying to pull the hem down as we 
sat there talking.  This luscious sight did little to cool 
my sexual adore for her.
 However, the unexpected happened.  Somewhere in our 
talk the topic of her having sex with her part timers crept 
in.
 "So that's it?  Just because I've occasionally been 
too weak to resist the sexual advances of my part time 
boyfriends, you think you should sex me too?"
 `I-It'd be n-nice.'  I meekly replied.
 "You don't know how angry that makes me!  I thought 
you respected me more than that?  Take me home right now!"
 The moment was destroyed.  I begged for her 
forgiveness.  I apologized profusely.
 "Okay, I accept your apology.  But we must agree that 
you won't pressure me for sex and will wait until our 
wedding night to have full sex."
 `Full sex?'  I asked quizzically.
 "Well darling, I was waiting until the time was right 
to let you know that I too wanted to have sex with you, but 
.. well it's not quite what you had in mind."
 I implored her to be open with me.  She seemed shy of 
telling me.  I finally teased it out of her.
 "James sweetie, I-I want you to . er, well love me 
between my legs with your tongue.  I-I guess what I'm 
trying to say  is that I want you to suck my pussy.  There 
I've said it."
 I was speechless and caught off guard.  There was a 
moment of silence.
 She explained that she always had the idea that the 
man that truly loved her would do this for her and 
masturbate himself until he could exercise his conjugal 
rights after marriage.  She however admitted that she would 
still date part timers as well as sex them.
 "That's okay.  Maybe it's just a fantasy.  I guess I 
expect too much and have too higher standards for my dream 
husband.  Okay, lets go home since I can see you don't seem 
interested."
 `N-No, that's n-not it.  I-I have never done that 
before.  I-I'd do it for y-you .. e-except I-I don't know 
how." I replied stammering.
 "You sweet thing.  You're so cute.  C'mon here.  On 
your knees.  I'll teach you to love me that way."  She said 
kissing me on my forehead and then leaning back and pulling 
her skirt well above her waist and quickly pushing her 
panties off.  Soon, I was staring into  her moonlight 
illuminated  cunt.  The warm musk scented odor arising was 
so intoxicating.  With a few cryptic words of guidance I 
was licking and lapping her moist soft warm hairy pussy 
meat.  Soon she had my head pressed tightly to her vulva 
opening.  My face was covered with her warm wet juicy sex.  
It was quite a delightful joyous feeling to be this way 
with her. As I worked my tongue as deep as I could, all the 
while sucking up mouthful after mouthful of her bountiful 
pussy nectar, I discovered this was really nice.  When she 
was shuddering and moaning with the joyful pleasure of 
orgasm, I felt so proud I was causing it. 
 Later afterwards, she urged me to free my aching prick 
and jerk it off for her.  She giggled and mentioned 
something about my  prick being the smallest she'd ever 
seen. Wanting a release so bad, my mind and actions were 
focused on getting off.   I didn't need much urging.  I 
came just after a few strokes.  She encouraged me on.  We 
had a wonderfully juicy kiss after I got off.
 As I was driving her back to her dorm, I felt so more 
in love.  I knew we were so much closer than before.  
Closer than close.
 We saw each other more often after that night.  More 
frequently than during the first year of us being steadies.  
She however still dated her part time steadies.  Between 
dates she'd have me love her with my mouth.  About three 
months later, she called me to pick her up from a frat 
party at the neighboring college five miles away.
 She met me out front.  It was Three AM.
 She French kissed me passionately after getting in the 
car.  Her kiss had a strange slightly sour and creamy, but 
yet flavorful taste.
 "I thoroughly enjoyed myself dear.  All the fellows 
were gentlemen, even though I was too weak to resist them 
when they had me feel their big hard dicks."
 `Y-You m-mean you s-sexed t-the whole frat house?'
 "Yes, there were only 15 guys . but they were so cute 
and so hard up."  Her statement almost made me lose control 
of the car as I turned on the road back to the university.
 About half way there she had me pull over onto a 
wooded side road.  My heart leaped and was full of 
anticipation.  I thought maybe she was going to let me 
share what 15 other lucky frat brothers had enjoyed 
earlier.
 "James darling, it would mean so much to me and our 
relationship if you'd love my pussy with your mouth now."
 `Y-you m-mean  w-with it f-full .'
 "Yes, full of their cum.  It would show me you're not 
insecure about your manhood and that you do really love 
me."
 I countered with several reasons why maybe I shouldn't 
and she did the same why I should.
 "Well lets go.  You're obviously not the man you claim 
you were.  I was wrong about you and your high ideals. It 
won't be the first time I was wrong about a man.  Lets go. 
Take me back to the dorm.  It's apparent  you're going to 
let a little cum from a few dicks spoil what we have.  If 
your love is so shallow just because I let the guys pull a 
train on me, it means  your love wasn't that deep to start 
with."
 I pleaded and tried to reason with her that me not 
giving her head shouldn't terminate our relationship. She 
dug in.    "You either head your tongue in my pussy  or we 
head down the highway and never see each other again."
 I gave in.  I shared her delight from being at the 
frat house.  I tasted her jism coated cunt.  The smell was 
somewhere between gamy, and a strong pungent musk scent.  
The taste was very creamy and  gooey.  There was a slight 
after taste, but all in all the taste was rather palatable, 
even if a little slimy.  I had saved our relationship and 
proved to her my true love, as well as that I wasn't 
insecure about my manhood.  
 She was so loving and grateful for my actions and 
promised her love to me.  She let me know I was the man she 
wanted to marry.  I was so elated.  It was worth the 
aftertaste.
 From that night on our love pattern had shifted to me 
sucking her juicy gooey pussy after her dates when she'd 
been fucked, which was at least three to five times a week.
 "Remember darling, you have my heart even if I give my 
pussy to others."  Her words stuck in my mind as she 
reminded me that she wanted me to remain a virgin until we 
married, which we'd planned right after graduation.
 "Darling you're only one who's sucking my pussy after 
I've been sexed.  I just wanted you to know that and to let 
you know that's very special to me."
 There were many rumors being whispered around campus 
about Dot and how she put out so easily.  However, I was 
glad to know that I never heard a rumor about anyone else 
sucking her cunt after she'd been sexed.  I felt good about 
her being true to me in that regard.

CHAPTER 2: WE GOT MARRIED

 After getting married, I was finally able to slip my 
prick into her hot smoldering cunt.  It was so juicy and 
warm.  I couldn't stay hard for more than a few seconds.  I 
was finally enjoying what hundreds of her part timer 
boyfriends had previously experienced before. Through 
practice and getting use to her, I've gotten up to two 
minutes..  Her cunt seems to always be hot and juicy.  Me 
performing oral sex to satisfy her is always part of our 
love making.  I couldn't satisfy her otherwise.
Well now that it `s 12 years after leaving the 
University.  We have six  kids and live in a nice 
neighborhood.  I have a good job and the pay is decent.  We 
are a happy family .  However, I'm always worried about my 
wife falling down or bumping into someone physically and 
having an accident.  Not only does she bruise herself each 
time, but she often ends up pregnant.  You see whenever she 
falls or bumps into someone, it's always been a man and 
somehow the man's penis gets exposed.  So when she falls 
down or bump into these men, their cocks get trapped in her 
hot juicy cunt  and the unfortunate man can't hold back 
long enough before extricating himself from my wife's sex. 
As a result, he releases his sperm in her. It's so uncanny, 
but it has always happened when she's off the pill and we 
have been trying to make a baby.
I can attest to the juicy slippery wetness of her cunt 
and understand why it wouldn't take much to penetrate her, 
but the circumstances are what throws me for a loop. 
 The first time happened when the plumber was over to 
do some work in one of our baths. Dot forgot he was there.  
The floor was damp.  She was wearing only a robe. He'd just 
finished taking a leak and was about to zip up when she 
opened the door. She slipped on the damp floor.  He tried 
to catch her.  They both fell and got entangled. She said 
she was horrified at how quick it all happened and how the 
man's penis slipped into her so easily as they collided.  
She said that by the time they were able to uncouple them 
selves and come to their senses, the totally embarrassed 
plumber had released a large quantity of his seed in her 
womb.
 I know her cunt was always juicy and well lubricated, 
so I could easily see where such a thing could occur.
Luckily neither were seriously hurt.  Dot sustained 
some bruises.  She showed them to me when I came home from 
work that evening. They were in the form of reddish hand 
prints on her  shapely rear and her size 38 breasts where 
the plumber had tried to catch her and separate the two of 
them.
I consoled her and she told me not to worry.  She said 
she was sure she was already pregnant from me and that the 
plumber's sperm wouldn't have a chance to impregnate her.
"After all honey, we made love two weeks ago, when I 
was most fertile then. Remember?"
I assured her I didn't forget.  Dot had determined her 
most fertile time of the month and had me abstain from sex, 
or jerking off, until then.  She was even juicier during 
this fertile period.  We'd done this for three months 
previously and she hadn't got pregnant.  We both had been 
through physical exams, so we both knew we physically able 
to produce kids.
A month after the accident with the plumber, Dot 
missed her period.  We celebrated.  We both never thought 
anymore about the plumber until our first born arrived.  
From the baby's facial resemblance, there was no doubt the 
biological father was the plumber.
Dot was briefly heart broken.  She apologized as well 
as consoled me that our first born wasn't mine.  However, 
she quickly got over her sadness and became the doting 
loving mother.  I at first raised the issue of putting the 
baby up for adoption, but I knew by her silence and the way 
she held, cuddled and breast fed him, that I indeed was 
going to be his daddy. 
Dot persuaded me to invite the plumber over to see our 
new son.  I  abhorred the idea, but she was insistent.  I 
caved in.  It was so awkward for both of us to have the 
real father present.  Dot took it real well. I was 
embarrassed the whole time, especially when my wife asked 
that I take a picture of her, my son and the plumber.
The plumber promised any future work for free and that 
he would frequently come by to check on things, sort of as 
"preventive maintenance" in his words, as well as to see 
"my son".
I should've said no, but free plumbing repairs is not 
something to give up lightly, even for a little 
embarrassment and awkwardness.
About two years later she had another accidental fall.  
This time it was at the supermarket.  It was in the produce 
section.  Again there was water on the floor.  She started 
to slip.  The produce manager saw her and ran over to give 
her a hand.  As he arrived, she reached out for his hand, 
missed it and grabbed  his the top of his trousers at the 
juncture of the belt buckle and zipper.  Her pull brought 
almost her full weight upon this area resulting in the 
man's pants being ripped and underwear pulled down.  After 
his genitals were exposed, he too slipped.  Like the 
plumber, he toppled precariously and ended up sexually 
joined with my wife.  As before, before they could untangle 
themselves, the poor man's sperm had been released into her 
again unprotected and naked cunt. 
 Occasionally, my wife gets the urge to wear no 
panties.  Unfortunately, this was one of those times.
She told me she was so glad that there were no 
witnesses to this scene. Again, neither were hurt. My wife 
had the same type handprint bruises on her as before.  My 
wife said the produce manager was able to secure his torn 
pants with his belt and hide the rip by wearing a work 
apron. She offered to pay for the damage, but he refused. 
He offered to write up a store accident report for her 
fall, but she said she was just too embarrassed.  She said 
they both were highly embarrassed.
Again this was during a period when we were trying to 
have another child.  Again she alleviated my worrying that 
the produce manager had impregnated her.  I felt better.  
After all her most fertile period was two weeks ago and I 
had shot my month's worth of pent up jism into her several 
times.  I too thought there was nothing to worry about and 
soon forgot about the incident and warned my wife to please 
try and be more careful.
Nine months later, she had twins.  Again, time I saw 
them for the first time, I knew we were both wrong again.  
The produce manager had a fraternal pair of twins he didn't 
know about.
Again, Dot looked at me with her big blue sad eyes and 
apologized. She appeared devastated.  However, after 
handing me one and then the other, she got cheerful.  She 
started breast feeding them both.  Her face brightened.  I 
brought up the issue of adoption.  Again as with the birth 
of our first born, she ignored me, not once but three 
times. Only when I talked about  the room decorations for 
the twins did she acknowledge I was still there.  I knew 
this meant we had two more children in our growing family.
As with the plumber, Dot felt the produce manager 
should know about the children.
"It's bound to come out, so we might as well let him 
know so his feelings won't be hurt."  I argued against 
this.  As I was doing so, the door bell rang.
"Honey, I was so sure you would want what I wanted, I 
went ahead and invited him.  I'm sure that's him now.  If 
you want me to send him away I will.  However, I already 
let him know he was the biological father." My wife said 
with watery eyes.
I was even more upset now, but knew that it was 
probably too late to do anything except  as she desired.  
As with the plumber, there was awkwardness and 
embarrassment.  Again, I took a photo of my wife and the 
produce manager and "our new son and daughter".
The produce manager did seem like a nice chap and was 
also embarrassed.  This made me feel better about things 
somewhat.  After all, what was done was done.  However, I 
felt even better about him when he promised us free produce 
items  every week.
He was even nice enough to deliver the fresh fruits 
and vegetables to our home.  I suspected he did so to catch 
a glimpse of the twins doing the deliveries.  I had to 
admit, we got the highest quality items too.
Life returned to normal around the house.  She went 
back on the pill as we coped with our growing family.  I 
was a bit sad that we had three kids and none  were mine 
biologically, however, with me being the eternal optimist, 
I quickly got into the roll of being the loving dutiful 
father.  Both the plumber and the produce manager were 
frequent visitors to our house, usually when I was at work.  
However, Dot always filled me in on their visits.
"Honey, you know since they both are really like part 
time daddies, doesn't that also mean they're like part time 
husbands, especially  since they are the real fathers, and, 
you know, do things for us and the kids?"  My wife asked me 
one evening after the kids were in bed and we sat watching 
TV news.
`I  guess you could say something like that, but it 
doesn't make much sense. why do you ask?'  I asked with a 
puzzled look.
"W-Well dear, I was thinking that makes me their part 
time wife, a-and, if it's my responsibility to have sex 
with you because I'm your wife, doesn't that mean the same 
thing for them?"
I couldn't believe what my wife was saying.  However, 
out of the past the concept of her part time boyfriends 
came back like a thunderbolt. 
`I think you're stretching things a bit Dot.'  I 
replied.
"It just seems like they're being cheated, you know, 
by not having sex like we do since we're man and wife."
I applauded her for being sensitive to the situation, 
but I  assured her that she had no reason to feel guilty 
that she was cheating them or that they were being deprived 
of something that was rightfully theirs.
"I do feel guilty.  I don't care what you say. I'm 
feeling like I'm just not doing the right thing honey."
`The right thing?' I replied brashly.  My patience was 
being stretched on this matter.  Couldn't she see I'd been 
humiliated enough by her accidents and the fact that the 
men knew the children were theirs. I lost it. I blurted out 
what I was thinking.
"You're jealous, mean and you blame me for those 
accidents. And here I thought you were a man secure with 
your manhood.  The one who always looked for the good in 
others.  You're not the man I married! Y-You're just a 
sham!"  Dot yelled as she ran from the room crying.
Her words and logic hit me in the face like a wet 
towel.  I sat and thought.  I went to the bedroom where she 
was on the bed crying.  I held her and we talked.  I 
conceded that she was partly correct and she said she 
understood how I might be somewhat humiliated by the 
results of her unfortunate accidents.  
"But darling, I love you.  My heart will always be 
yours.  No one can ever take that away from you".  She said 
to me sweetly as she kissed me passionately.  She then told 
me that she felt bad about me not being feeling secure or 
trusting her enough to share her pussy with the plumber and 
the produce manager.  "I'll still be your full time loving 
wife, just like I was your full time steady in college." I 
was worried she was going in that direction with this 
discussion.
We talked some more.  I wasn't able to alleviate her 
of her guilt or to satisfy her that I was secure in my 
manhood or that I trusted her to have sex with our kids' 
real fathers.  Knowing she wanted to do something about 
this situation, I considered some options. Finally, we 
compromised.
I agreed that she could asked the two men if they 
wanted her to function as a part time wife, that is for 
conjugal purposes.  If they said yes, I was to go along 
with the program.  If not, then my wife's guilt would be 
relieved and she would say nothing more about the matter.
We made really passionate love that night.  I was 
really tired out the next morning as I headed out to work.  
But it was a very pleasant tiredness mixed with a fearful 
anxiety.  What would I do if the two men wanted my wife as 
their part time wife for sex?
It was a busy day at work.  I was glad. It helped keep 
my mind off what was happening at home. A half hour before 
leaving work, Dot called.  "Honey, both of them agreed that 
they did feel cheated  and feel much better about things 
now, especially since I have your permission to give them 
some when they want me."  I was silent as I let her words 
sink in.  She went on to tell me that they both had been 
there at the same time when she asked them the big 
question.  They had a threesome. 'I-I see.'  Was all I 
could say as I stammered and fumbled with my words. 'I-I'll 
be home a-after s-stopping by t-the hardware store.'
"Honey please come home first.  I want to share their 
love with you, you know like we did  at the university.  
I'd love for us to do that, please?  That way I'll know 
that you support sharing me and are not insecure about your 
manhood or your role as a loving husband."
I arrived home. Dot was in the bedroom.  Her mom had 
the kids in the backyard playing.  My wife  greeted me with 
a wet juicy kiss.  Her breath had a musk type smell.  I 
knew she'd been  performing oral sex. After a few loving 
pleasantries, she guided my head between her statuesque 
legs.  There were cum stains on her inner thighs and her 
hairy syrupy wet slick crotch reeked of an even stronger 
odor than the faint odor that lingered in the room as I 
walked in. There had been heavy sex performed here.  It had 
been a long time, but I was familiar with it all.  I busied 
myself proving that I was secure in my husbandly role and 
manhood to the woman I loved and that I trusted and 
supported her having sex with other men.  Like riding a 
bicycle after being away from it after a while, I got use 
to the taste and flavor of multiple doses of mixed semen 
and her tasty pussy nectar.  I could tell by the way Dot 
clamped her legs around my head and pressed my head tightly 
to her that she was enjoying this much more than my normal 
pussy eating.  In a strange way I was pleased for her and 
at being able to give her the pleasure she needed.
After I got her off twice, we hugged and she guided my 
smaller hard-on between her freshly mouth douched cunt.  
She was very juicy,  warm and  looser  than normal. I knew 
now I'd have to get accustomed to her sex being this way. I 
lasted a little longer than my normal two minutes in her  
but it was good knowing I'd truly satisfied my beautiful 
full time wife.  She revealed to the two men that they 
couldn't  lick her pussy after she'd been fucked.  That was 
reserved for her full time husband-me.  Obviously she 
considered this was a perk befitting the full time husband.  
She said both agreed that they wouldn't infringe on my 
territory. They would be satisfied to fuck and fill her 
with their jism.
`I wish you hadn't told them I-I was g-going to d-do 
this for you afterwards.'  I said in an irritated tone.
"I'm sorry if I did anything wrong."  She said sensing 
my mood. "The topic came about when I  mentioned that I'd 
plan on sharing the good time with you when you came home.  
One of them said you were probably going to eat me out.  I 
didn't say you were, but I did ask them both, if you were, 
did  they mind. They both said no, if that's what you're 
worried about honey.  In fact they both seemed happy you 
were going to eat their jism.  They had big smiles on their 
faces."
I tried to explain to Dot how embarrassing it was for 
them to know I did that.  
"You worry too much darling.  Besides, they're just 
like family.  It'll be a family secret.  Anyway, they both 
seem to think it was right for you to do that.  I  didn't 
detect any sort of disrespect in their voices." 
I was speechless at her reply.
At dinner she was absolutely radiant, loving and 
relaxed.  My mother-in-law joined us for dinner and stayed 
over night.  After the kids were put to bed we three 
watched the late news.
"James I've always thought a lot of you, but I know 
now for sure that you're the right husband for Dot.  You're 
the loving and understanding man she's always needed.  A 
man who has accepted other men's children as your own and 
also continue to share your wife with these same men.  And 
as if that wasn't good enough to show your you love her, 
you aren't too humble to kneel and suck up after the men.  
I'm proud to have you as my son-in-law."  My mother-in-
law's words, even though well meaning, slapped me across 
the face like an oak log.  My face was red and flush.  I 
wondered now if it was on a billboard somewhere that I 
sucked my wife's cum filled cunt.
"He's the greatest, mom.  I just love him so."  My 
wife leaned over and kissed me as she spoke. "Just like I 
told you, he's always been secure with his manhood even 
back in our college days.  He knows how to use his tongue 
and is good at it. He knew back then that my heart would 
always be his exclusively, no matter how many men he shared 
my pussy with." She continued.
"That must why you two are so close and loving.  Many 
couples just don't have what it takes to keep the spark in 
their marriage." 
"You're right mother.  I know James loves me,  that's 
why I didn't care how many guys I had sex with at the 
university,  he was the only one I'd let suck my pussy out 
after I got fucked."
My eyes opened like an owl.  Did my wife know what she 
was saying sounded like?
"You really made a good catch Dot.  It's hard finding 
a good sucker."  My face was again contorted as I raised up 
stiff in the easy chair as I looked at my mother-in-law 
not believing my ears.
"She meant pussy sucker dear, nothing more." My wife 
interjected as she lovingly squeezed my hand, seeing my 
face reflect my misinterpretation of what her mother was 
implying.
The conversation drifted back to the news after that, 
but before we three turned in for the night, Dot's mother 
volunteered to come over and keep the kids occupied when 
their real fathers came over to spend some time with my 
wife.  "And I'll also watch them when you want to be alone 
and suck their daddies' cum from Dot's snatch too."
Dot hugged me as we walked to bed.  She chuckled at 
her mom's wording.  I was still uptight, but Dot consoled 
me and helped me overlook what was said.  I complained 
about her telling her mom many intimate details about us.  
Dot apologized, for what it was worth, and ask for my 
forgiveness.  As she wrapped me in her arms I knew I 
couldn't hold anything against her, for I too thought I'd 
made a great catch too.

CHAPTER 3: MORE ACCIDENTS

 My wife had been accident free for two complete years.  
As we started to think about trying to have another child, 
I cautioned her against the possibility of her having 
another fall or slip and winding up pregnant by some 
stranger.  Again confident that it wouldn't happen again, 
we started making plans to have our own child.
 I wanted my wife to cut  the plumber and the produce 
manager off until she was pregnant.  She thought that was 
too cruel.  They said the same. So in order to keep 
everybody happy, it was agreed that they would wear two 
condoms.  I insisted on this since both the plumber and the 
produce manager had rather large cocks, according to my 
wife, so I wanted to be sure that if one condom burst, the 
other would hold.  Reluctantly they agreed.
 However, while I was worried about bursting condoms, 
fate was again declaring war on us.
 Dot had been out looking at furniture, again on an 
occasion where she was panty-less.  She bumped into a 
salesman as they both were coming around a corner.  His 
suit pants were held up by suspenders,  The body collision 
caused the suspender latches to open.  The man's pants fell 
to the floor just as he and my wife got entangled and fell 
onto a nearby mattress.  Unfortunately he was wearing boxer 
shorts that fell with his trousers.  As has happened 
before, they were briefly coupled, but by the time they 
extricated themselves, the damage had been done.  She said 
it happened so quick that the man's large long penis found 
its way into her always slippery wet vagina.  
 Since they fell of the mattress, bruising was less, 
but my wife did sustain  handprint marks on her lush tits 
from where the salesman tried to catch a hold of something 
to stop his fall.
 When she called me at work, I scolded her about being 
careful and watching where she walked.
 Even though I'd again released a month's worth of my 
pent up cum into her doing her most fertile period just two 
weeks before, I was afraid of her coming up pregnant with a 
salesman's baby.  I couldn't get over how it was that other 
men's cocks seem to home in on my wife's luscious cunt, in 
some of the most oddest situations.
 Sure enough, a month later, my wife announced she was 
pregnant again. I diplomatically, I thought so anyway, 
brought up the idea of an abortion.  Everyone, including 
the plumber and the produce manger, not to mention Dot's 
mother, came down on me like a ton of bricks.  Even Dot had 
the minister come by and talk to me.
 After he left, I felt truly selfish and guilt ridden 
about what I'd was thinking.  I apologized to everyone.  
They all accepted. 
 As Dot became swollen, she looked ever so radiant as a 
woman with child.  As with previous pregnancies, she always 
liked for me to kiss her tummy whenever we kissed and 
always in the morning when we awoke and at night before we 
went to bed.
 Dot continued to have twice weekly sex with the 
plumber and the produce manager until sometime in the 
seventh month.  Dot told me that the doctor prohibited her 
from having sexual penetration as well as sucking cocks. 
The doctor however approved of me tonguing her to orgasm.
 "Darling,  I feel sorry for them having to suffer 
until I'm well again." She was referring to the plumber and 
the produce manager.
 I assured her that they would survive and not to worry 
about them.
 "I hear you, but it just doesn't seem fair. They're so 
accustomed to getting off over here at house twice a week.  
Er, honey, since you've already tasted their stuff, w-would 
you mind doing them . you know, sucking them off for me, 
you know take my place until after I deliver."
 I gave my wife an incredulous look as I stood their 
bewildered.
 `I-I can't believe w-what you're asking?' I muttered.
 "I know it's a lot sweetie, but since they're so much 
larger than you, that means they get more hard up. It'd 
only be for a few weeks.  If you're concerned about them 
telling anyone, we can swear them to secrecy."  She 
offered.
 I questioned why she couldn't bring them to the point 
of climax and have them pull out of her mouth, or she could 
just spit it out.
"No darling, a proper blow job should be to completion 
and swallowed.  I see you're still insecure of your 
manliness.  Well I can see I was fooled again by you.  And 
here I am carrying your child.."
I assured her I was not insecure, but she persisted.  
She turned her back to me and folded her arms. I knew then 
that she was serious about this matter.  We talked and 
argued.  We argued.  We talked.
Dot's mother heard us.  She became an arbitrator.
"James, I'll do my best to take care of them off on 
Tuesdays, if you'll give them head on Thursdays."  Her mom 
offered.
"See honey, mom is willing to take on half the load, 
then you'll only have to suck half as much."
I gave them both an incredible look of disbelief.
"James what's the problem?  You suck their creamy cum 
out of your wife's pussy now.  What's the difference if you 
suck it straight from their cocks?  Oh!  I know what it is.  
You're one of those guys who's afraid he'll get hooked on 
licking dicks if he tries it a few times.  I know the type 
Dot.  Got a short dick . insecure in his manhood . lacks 
confidence . is a mama's boy .   I understand James.  We 
don't want to be the cause of you becoming a cocksucker 
permanently.  I bet if you just had a big dick in his mouth 
10 seconds, less much doing it for a few weeks, you'd  be a 
hopeless fag,  probably give up pussy sucking all 
together."
`H-How c-can y-you say s-say that.  I-I would not!'
"Then prove it to me and your wife that you're not an 
insecure with your masculinity.  Demonstrate that you can 
suck dicks and return to being the husband we hold in high 
esteem !"  My mom-in-law said boldly.
"Honey, mother does have a point.  If you don't, it 
would cause us to wonder about you."  My wife interjected 
with a look of worry on her face.
`W-What! I-I-I `m no faggot!. I-I `m not insecure. Y-
You  two know that.  I-I-I .Oh what's the use! I'll show 
y'all I'm no fag!  I'll suck `em and prove I'm every bit 
the man I was before.'
"I'm so proud of you darling.  I knew you wouldn't let 
me down."  My wife said as she hugged and kissed me.
My mother-in-law praised my decision but warned that 
she'd be monitoring my efforts.
As we kissed, it dawned on me that I'd never sucked a 
dick before.  When I told my wife, she said not to worry.  
She had a black dildo in her room and gave me pointers 
using it. It was so anatomically realistic.

CHAPTER 4: OUR FOURTH CHILD

 I waited in the delivery room full of anxiety and 
fear.  I was hoping I was wrong about the foreboding 
feeling I was having.  The moment of truth came.  I think 
could see it in the nurse's face as she showed me back to 
my wife and our new baby girl.  As I open the blanket to 
take a peek,  again I knew fate had won.  This was the 
furniture salesman's daughter.
 The routine was very familiar.  My wife expressed 
remorse but soon became the doting mother after having me 
hold the baby.  I knew there was nothing to say or do but 
support my wife and prepare for what was to follow.
 A week after she was home, I met the furniture 
salesman.  Again I took what has almost become the 
obligatory portrait of my wife, the furniture salesman, and 
our new daughter.
 I resisted him gaining part time husband status, but 
this time, it was put to a vote.  My wife set up the 
scheme.  Since I was the full time husband, I had two 
votes.  Each of the existing part time husbands,- the 
plumber and the produce manager- each had one vote. Her mom 
had one vote also. My wife was to be the tie breaker, if 
required.
 The furniture salesman pleaded his case and said he 
felt obligated to provide us with a huge discount on any of 
our furniture needs and promised to pay for the new baby's 
furniture.  I almost voted for him on that accord, but on 
principle I voted against him.  The plumber and the produce 
manager voted for his acceptance. Her mom abstained, saying 
we five should work this out.  My wife broke the tie.  A 
split second later, I had three part time husbands to 
compete with for my wife's attention. She called them my 
"husbands-in-law".
 My wife consoled me.  We now had two boys and two 
girls in our family.  I told her that I was willing to give 
up trying for another child. I told her that since our 
current children were all black, - OH THAT'S RIGHT! I 
FORGOT TO MENTION TO YOU READERS THAT ALL MY HUSBANDS-IN-
LAW WERE BLACK - being white he or she would probably have 
a tough time anyway with his older siblings.
 "I hadn't thought of it that way.  But you do have a 
point darling."  Spoke Dot as she kissed me and agreed that 
it was ok with her for us to not try to have another child.

CHAPTER 4: A YEAR LATER SHE WANTS TO HAVE ANOTHER BABY

 "James, you said between you and me.  He wants a son.  
He and I would have a baby, not you and I.  I think it's 
only fair we put it to a group vote among the other 
husbands-in-laws."  My wife spoke to me of the furniture 
salesman's desire to have a son to go along with the 
daughter she'd had for him  (our fourth child) - 
accidentally.
 The furniture salesman pleaded his case and I mine 
before the panel, which consisted of my wife, the three 
part time husbands and Dot's mother.  I was outvoted four 
to one, including the vote of my mom-in-law.  Dot didn't 
vote since their was no tie vote to break.
 This time, to ensure my wife only got pregnant from 
the furniture salesman, I and my husbands-in-law were 
relegated to condoms until my wife was officially pregnant.  
However, she clearly let me know that she expected me to 
provide uninterrupted tongue douching of her jism filled 
pussy.
 I warned the furniture salesman of my wife's accident 
prone nature.  He thanked me but said he'd risk it.  What 
risk was he talking about?  Either way I'd end up 
responsible for the baby.
 My wife went off the pill.  The funny thing is that 
she didn't have the salesman save up his cum until her 
fertile time of the month came around.  They screwed 
whenever.  
 I inquired about this departure from the methodology 
she and I had used.
 "Darling, please don't take this the wrong way, but 
he's always shoots a lot of thick cum every time  we make 
love.  You suck his stuff out of me.  You ought to know he 
always shoots quite a load doesn't he?"
 I had to admit he did.
 "Well honey, that's the difference between you and he.  
You had to save yours up for a month to do what he does all 
the time.  Therefore I really don't think it's necessarily 
to have him  wait until my most fertile time of the month 
as with you.  The slightest chance of me getting pregnant 
will be sufficient for his virile wads."
 `Oh, I see.'  I replied.  `But I noticed he didn't 
have sex at all with you at all last week when you were at 
your most fertile time.'
 "I know darling.  He doesn't like doing me when I'm on 
my period.  It was nice because it sort of gave my pussy a 
rest from all y'all including your sweet tongue dear.  He 
said that he'd take his chances getting me impregnated 
other than doing that time of the month."
  My curiosity satisfied, I chuckled at the salesman 
for missing my wife's most fertile time.  She reasoned that 
even though messy, her pussy was just like a fertile field 
full of fertilizer waiting for me to plant my seed in her 
doing her menstrual period.  It was a little messy on the 
bed clothes but what she told me made sense, even though I 
was never a farmer.  However,  I thought it didn't matter.  
I was confident she wouldn't get pregnant by him and that 
the furniture salesman would fall victim to her accident 
prone nature the same as I repeatedly had.

CHAPTER 5: SURPRISE! NO ACCIDENT

 To my utter surprise,  my wife was pregnant within 
three months after going off the pill.  Amazingly, she 
didn't have an accident either.
 Everyone was jubilant except me.  The furniture 
salesman was smug and proud.
My wife was in her sixth month as we sat one evening 
watching TV. She reminded me of how I helped her out with 
her previous pregnancy and that she expected the same this 
time. 
 `Dot, I caved in and did as you wanted for the plumber 
and the produce manager, but I won't suck their dicks or 
that of the furniture salesman this time while you're in 
the 7th through 9th months of pregnancy.  No way!'
 "What's the matter honey, feeling insecure about your 
manhood again?" My wife replied in a non-chalant  manner as 
she read a magazine.
 `Stop that Dot!' I said emphatically.  `How many times 
do I have to prove to you and your mother that I'm not 
insecure about my masculinity? How many cocks do I have to 
suck to prove it?' I shouted.
 "You're getting upset aren't you dear?  If you weren't 
insecure you wouldn't get so emotional." She replied 
calmly.
`Dot, I-I didn't mean to yell . i-it's just that  I-I 
feel so down trodden at times.  It seems that fate has 
worked against me at every turn in our marriage.  It seems 
that nothing has worked out the way I planned it.
"I understand darling.  That has happened to both of 
us. That's the way life is sometimes.  However, we are both 
very much in love with each other and have four wonderful 
children.  You're a wonderful father for them also.  I 
couldn't ask for a more loving and devoted father and 
husband. You still love me don't you?"
`Of course I do sweetheart.  It's just that it's 
trying at times to not only cope with not being the 
biological father, but having the real fathers around, as 
well as them having sex with you all the time.  The worse 
part is knowing they do it better for you than I-I ever 
could.'
"Just think of them as being good at putting cum in 
me, but nobody can do a better job than you at getting it 
out. Honey it's so sexy to sit on your face and feel their 
big cum globs get sucked out and slide from the back of my 
pussy in your upturn mouth as I ride your face.  That 
really lets me know you're so macho and secure in your 
manhood.  I just love it knowing you're eating their fuck 
juices from my pussy and knowing that you're only 
interested in pleasing me because of your love for me and 
not worrying about something silly as what society calls 
manly pride.  Your husbands-in-law are the insecure ones in 
that regard.  You're not. Remember dear, it takes more of a 
man to clean up a mess than to make it.  And you really 
know how to clean up my pussy after others have made their 
mess in it. I love you for what you do for me dear."
At that moment, my wife shuddered.
"The baby is kicking darling.  Here feel it."  Dot 
said gleefully as she placed my hand over her distended 
tight skin abdomen.  The tiny but strong tremors were quite 
evident.
"I love you so much darling.  You can handle me having 
other men's babies and raising them as our own.  It takes a 
very special man to do that."  My wife said before placing 
a juicy kiss on my mouth as she held my hand on her belly.
The unexpected sensuous kiss calmed me and reminded 
just how much I loved this woman.
"Darling, don't you worry.  I'm not going to press you 
further about taking care of our husband-in-laws throbbing 
cocks while I'm unavailable.  I guess mother will have to 
carry the whole load.  And this time she has three big 
stiff ones to handle versus two before.  I'm sure she'll 
understand your reasons.  You're special to her too.  She 
thinks highly of you .  but you know that anyway."
`Dot I know your game.  You're trying to make me feel 
guilty aren't you?'  I replied smiling.
"No honey, just laying out the facts. The fellows will 
really miss you sucking their dicks.  They actually think 
you suck better than me or mother.  They really respect you 
getting on your knees and being a surrogate pussy mouth for 
their hard-ons.  They have nothing but respect for you 
darling.  I can't tell you how many times they've all said 
they wished they loved a woman enough to do what you do for 
me.  In fact, they talked about asking you to suck them off 
when it's my time of the month, but I told them you 
probably wouldn't accommodate them.  They all changed their 
minds, but they still might want you to do it for them when 
I'm not pregnant."
`T-They w-will?'
"Yes.  So you know they are counting on fucking your 
face starting next month."
My wife let me know that the furniture salesman had 
been told of my cocksucking role by the other two husbands-
in-laws.  She let me know that he was as excited at being 
sucked off by me as they were.
"Honey can't you tell they adore you sucking their 
dicks?  Have they ever shown any disrespect?  I bet not.  
Sure they might say something like "suck my dick sissy" or 
"Swallow my jism faggot."  But that's just macho talk 
saying they enjoy what you're doing for them.  They don't 
have any other way to say they appreciate you blowing their 
big dicks.  And I bet they only say things like that when 
they're about to shoot off.  Am I right?"
`H-How did you know?  T-They told you didn't they?'
"They may have mentioned something about it. But 
honey, not once did they talk about you in a disrespectful 
manner.  I know you don't believe it, but the three of you 
have built a strong bond.  And it would be so unfair of you 
to not treat the newest member of the group as you have the 
other part time husbands.  You know, including him in the   
bonding that you've done with the others."
I pondered what my wife said. For I did sense their 
was some sort of strange bond being built up among the 
first two husbands-in-laws and myself.  I guess it's hard 
not to have some kind of bond After having sucked the guys' 
big black cocks for two months.  And yes, there did seem to 
be a better rapport between the three of us as a result of 
my oral efforts.  I could see logic in what my wife was 
saying.
"And honey, believe me, I can tell you the guys don't 
just let anybody suck their dicks and swallow their jism."
"She's right James.  None of `em would let a prissy 
fag suck their fine tools.  But a fine husband like you, 
who's devoted to his wife, and wants to share her 
experiences, and doesn't mind sharing her, they'd let you 
mouth their big rods.  They hold you in high esteem dear."  
Interjected Dot's mom as she walked in the room picking up 
on the conversation.
We three talked well into the night.  Finally the two 
women convinced me that I should again become a "pussy 
mouth" for a couple of months. Three reasons for doing so 
were: 1: It would be unfair to the furniture salesman if I 
didn't treat him the same as I'd done my other husbands-in-
laws; 2: It would build a rapport with the furniture 
salesman and maintain the excellent rapport I had with the 
first two part time husbands; 3: It would erase any 
lingering doubts of my wife and mom-in-law that I was 
afraid of becoming gay if I occasionally sucked dicks.  
Therefore to finally put the last matter to rest, I boldly 
let them know I'd suck dicks on demand whenever the men had 
an urge for me to swing on their rigid rods.
"James that's so macho and courageous.  Like I said, 
my daughter made a good catch.  You're a fine husband to my 
dear girl.  She couldn't have done better."
"Mother is so right darling.  You're the best thing 
that could happen to a girl.  I'm so lucky to have you as 
my husband." My wife added as I notice the sparkle in both 
women's eyes.  I could sense that I had managed to place 
myself in even higher esteem with them by my bold 
initiative.

CHAPTER 6: ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY

 The furniture salesman got his wish.  Dot had a 
healthy 6 pound son for him and us.
 To my surprise, my three husbands-in-law used me far 
more that I thought they would while my wife was in her 
last trimester of pregnancy.  Even with my mom-in-law 
helping out, it seems the three black men required far more 
sexual attention than she or I had anticipated.  It seemed 
like my mouth was constantly filled with stiff black meat 
and it seemed like I was swallowing pints of hot thick 
creamy spunk every week.
 Even with my wife back in operation, the fellows still 
had a healthy appetite that kept all three of us - i.e., 
me, my wife and her mom - busy taking their dicks and their 
copious loads of spewing sperm.
 To make matters worse, the brother of the produce 
manager came into the picture.  The produce manager sent 
his brother to fill in for him a couple of times while the 
produce manager was away on business.  I objected, but was 
over ruled by the other husbands-in-law and my wife's mom.  
However, the brother wanted to become a part of our odd 
circle after his brother, the produce manager resumed his 
regular visits.
 Again I objected, and to my utter surprise, so did my 
wife.
 "James I agree with you. I agreed with him filling in.  
But the only way he can stay is to become a husband like 
the rest of you.  Otherwise, I'd be committing adultery and 
cheating on y'all.  I can't do that.  So For him to be a 
husband, he has to be either married to me like you 
darling, or get me pregnant.  Since I'm already married to 
you James honey, the only other option is for him to want 
me to have his child to add to our family."
 I was flabbergasted at her statement.  However, the 
produce manager's brother readily agreed that he'd like to 
"knock her up".  I was so speechless that I had to sit down 
while the others voted me in another husband-in-law.
 A year later, we had our sixth child, another girl.
 Again while in her 7th through 9th months, my mom-in-law 
and I had to contend with providing sexual relief for four 
horny men versus three as before. As before, it was a very 
"filling" job for me.
 Oh well, the produce manager's brother is a butcher, 
so we get the best cuts of meats for free.
All in all, I guess I can't really complain too much. 
I don't get to have straight intercourse with my wife as 
much as my four husbands-in-laws.  Besides having stretched 
her cunt too much for her to get any significant pleasure 
from my so small member, they keep her busy and satisfied 
with their much bigger tools, and well filled with their 
thick cum.  I on the other hand am busy proving I'm the 
better man by cleaning up the mess they constantly make in 
her hot bushy juicy pussy.
Beside fulfilling my own sexual needs by pulling 
myself off occasionally, my mom-in-law has found joy in 
performing sixty-nine with me after she's been fucked by my 
black husband-in-laws and friends of theirs.
However, we have some real nice furniture.  We get the 
best produce every week. I love grilling those tender T-
bones steaks and other cuts we get all the time, and I 
never have to worry about plumbing repairs.

         THE  END

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