Mutual Masturbation
- 2 years ago
- 39
- 0
Mutual Decision free porn video
[ Note: This story contains a big dose of interracial sex content. So, if that is off-putting to you do not read any further. But for those who enjoy this sort of content, feel free to read further! Thanks. ]
Nadine and I had attempted having a baby for several years after we were married, but to no avail. In searching out the reason for this, it was discovered that I was the problem; namely, that I had a very low sperm motility factor, as well as having a very small amount of viable sperm! Next we explored the option of in vitro fertilization, and immediately ran into the price barrier; and at that point our hope for having a baby seemed as likely as us going to the Moon, or Mars. Not very likely, in other words. Nadine was undeterred, and she began to explore other avenues.
Then one day, about a year after discovering that I'd been the stumbling block to her getting pregnant, she told me one evening after dinner that she'd found a possible way of going forwards with her getting pregnant.
"Yeah," I said, "but we can't afford in vitro fertilization! There's no way. It's just too expensive. And," I added, "if it doesn't work, then we have pay yet again for another try."
She sat there quietly as I went on about all that, and then, after I stopped going on about that, she said: "Okay. I understand all of that. I get it. It IS too expensive. However, there is another way to go about me getting pregnant. Do you want to hear about it?"
I couldn't think of another way, but I said I'd listen to what she had to say.
"Okay," she said, and took a long pause, as if marshaling her thoughts before she began to say anything, "so, I've been looking around, and I've been chatting with several other women on line that have struggled with the same thing we have, and confronting the high cost of IVF, and all of that. And I've found out that there are alternatives to this more expensive route."
"Such as?"
"Such as bypassing the traditional, and really expensive, methods, for...for a biologically based method, and I'm not talking about the usual sperm donor method, but something more...direct."
"I don't follow you," I said.
She took a deep breath and said: "I'm talking about having another guy get me pregnant."
I glanced up into her face as she said that.
"Are you serious?"
"I am," she replied, "but I have to know if YOU would be okay with that."
"Your suggesting that you fuck some other guy, Nadine," I said.
"That's right. I am suggesting that. But, before you get all upset and angry, or jealous, for ME... this is my ONLY hope of ever being a mother! So, think about it from that point of view. Okay?"
I didn't know what to say at first.
"Look," Nadine said, "I've been looking around on-line, and, like I said earlier, I've also been chatting on several on-line forum sites for women in my situation, married women, too, I'll add; and I've been quite surprised at just how many married couples, couples unable to afford IVF, like us, that have availed themselves of this sort of alternative method. Also," Nadine held up her hand to interrupt me before I could say anything, "there are a number of private sperm donors out there that are both discrete, and have a highly successful track record of helping women get pregnant." She paused, and then added: "I have a list I've been looking through of names and email addresses that you can contact these various donors through, and I've found three that I think would be good possibilities to eventually choose from."
"Wow," I said, seeing the enthusiastic expression on my wife's face as she'd been discussing all this. "Your dead set on this, aren't you?"
"Like I said, it's MY only chance! I really WANT to be pregnant. Can you understand that? And I'm NOT blaming you for, for not being able to do that; but I am frustrated! Okay? I really WANT A BABY! Okay?"
"But it would be some other guys sperm," I said.
"Uh, YEAH!" She said. "That's obvious."
"What about me? It would be some other guys baby. Not mine."
"But, you can't get me pregnant! This is the whole point of all this; it's NOT your fault, but I WANT a baby. I'm a woman. I want a baby---and if I'm honest about it, I don't care just who the father is! You, or someone else. Who really cares?! It's a human being, no matter who the provided the sperm. Would you REALLY care that much? Would you REALLY be so petty?"
Our discussion ranged over a week, on and off, and by the end of that time, I'd come to agree that Nadine wanted a baby; that couldn't give her one; and that this was the only truly viable, and above all, affordable, option. I sat down with Nadine and we started going through the list she had downloaded from the several sites she's gotten this idea from.
The men listed were nearly all black guys; some foreign, some more local; and a huge preponderance of them were black, ranging in age from late twenties, all the way to mid-to-late forties. Accompanying each name was a bio, plus a current medical history. There was also information regarding their sperms fertility rating; which, I noticed, was considerably high! What was also somewhat fascinating was their pregnancy success rating; meaning how successful they were, on average, in getting the women they had been with for this purpose actually did get pregnant. On average, at least based on the ones Nadine had already flagged as 'possibles', they came in at around 92.23 percent! That meant, among other things, that these guys had some very fertile sperm! WAY, WAY higher than mine!
As Nadine and I worked our way through these different men and their 'stats', I started getting more used to the idea of her 'having sex' with one of these other guys. I say I started getting used to the idea, but the idea was one thing, but what would it be like if she and I actually did choose to do this? That was, as they say, the 64,000 dollar question!
Between us, Nadine came up with a list of three possible sperm donors. As she had found out through her various chats with other women who had pursued similar alternatives for getting pregnant, it was best to make such a list, and then begin meeting these different men in order to evaluate not just their sexual prowess (which their stats had already shown them to be good choices), but to see what the emotional, interpersonal connection might be like; their mutual compatibility, in other words; which made a lot of sense to me.
Nadine wanted a chance to meet the three men she and I had provisionally complied. So did I, as a matter of fact! After all, if one of them was going to end up in bed with Nadine, and having sex with her, then as her husband I definitely felt I had a right to arrive at my own opinion about them. Nadine agreed.
"Your part of all this," she said. "So I want you to be there. I want your opinion. Okay?"
"Yeah. Okay," I replied. "But I'm not really part of it. You know? I mean, it's one of those other guys who's going to be getting you pregnant. Not me."
"But your my husband," she emphasized. "I'm not doing this because I don't love you. Right? You do know that. I hope."
"Yes," I replied. "I know you love me. I don't doubt that.And I love you, too! You know it's been hard for me to accept that I can't get you pregnant; and I know that's really important to you. I get that. I do. But I sometimes feel...sad...that I'm a dud when it comes to giving you a baby."
She embraced me.
"I know you feel frustrated, babe. And I understand why you feel that say! I wish it wasn't the way it is, but, it is!"
She kissed me, and then she asked which of the three donors I thought sounded best.
I indicated a young black by the name of Drew. 37 years old. A track record (of successful impregnation) of 89.98 percent. Nice looking, too, from the accompanying photos on his bio.
Nadine studied his bio for a moment, and then she said: "Yes. I agree. I'd like to meet up with him first." And that's what we did.
Within less than two weeks, we met not just Drew, but the other two that together we had selected as strong candidates, and it was Drew that we selected to be the sperm donor in our quest that Nadine get pregnant! By then we felt like we had gotten to know this young black guy fairly well, but instead of having him come to our home, we thought it prudent to do so at a nice hotel nearby.
When we met Drew that night, Nadine was at the very peak in her ovulation cycle. This had been suggested by the site where we had come across Drew. "For maximum effectiveness", as the site had said.
The atmosphere in the hotel room was...how to put it? Charged. Charged as if with a noticeable electrical current. Drew seemed to be somewhat used to this set of circumstances, and that was actually a big help to Nadine and I. She and I were both understandably nervous. But as she and Drew began shedding their clothing, and the dynamics between them heated up (and heated up with amazing rapidity to me), a feeling of...excitement...also rose up within me, as well!
But the most significant moment of all for me (or almost the most significant) occurred when I watched as Drew inserted his sizable cock INSIDE Nadine's pussy; and the reason was that she'd not 'been with' another man since she and I were married; and she had never been with a black man, and that added to the simmer!
Things transpired rather fast at that point. Nadine and Drew become engrossed in each other quickly, and to the point where I wasn't sure if my presence registered with either of them; and in a way, I found myself liking this fact. Nadine and Drew fucked with amazing intensity; and when Drew came that first time (he would do so twice more before he left that evening), that was truly THE most significant moment of all; because his sperm now resided deep inside of Nadine's pussy (rather than mine)! This time, for whatever reason, I was not feeling so much resentful, but excited. Surely, this time, Nadine would become pregnant; something she had wanted for a long time, and now, with a load of sperm with a fertility rating of 92.2 percent (mine had been 2.3 percent), she just had to become pregnant!
After the first session, I quietly left the room and took the elevator down to the ground floor and took a long walk along the city streets---partly to give myself a chance to settle down (my pulse had been racing like mad as I watched Nadine and Drew fucking), as well as to give them privacy. Without me being around, so I surmised, they could continue the evenings mission without worry over me or my feelings!
Update:
I'm happy to say that Nadine is now seven months pregnant, and according to the OB-GYN, the baby, and Nadine, are doing very well!
We sent Drew an e-mail regarding this, and thanked him very much.
It's funny, but once it was confirmed that Nadine was pregnant, I was no longer worrying about the fact that I was not the baby's father. None of that seemed to make the slightest difference as the days, the weeks, and the months went past, and as Nadine's belly grew bigger and bigger. By then, my prime focus and concern was the health of my wife, and the baby she was carrying, like a treasure long sought after, and at last found! I wasn't even worried about what other people were going to think, or say, about the baby obviously not 'ours.' It didn't matter what anyone thought. This baby was going get a lot of love from both Nadine, as well as me; biological father though I was not! That's really that counted in the end.
The End
Nadine and I had attempted having a baby for several years after we were married, but to no avail. In searching out the reason for this, it was discovered that I was the problem; namely, that I had a very low sperm motility factor, as well as having a very small amount of viable sperm! Next we explored the option of in vitro fertilization, and immediately ran into the price barrier; and at that point our hope for having a baby seemed as likely as us going to the Moon, or Mars. Not very likely, in other words. Nadine was undeterred, and she began to explore other avenues.
Then one day, about a year after discovering that I'd been the stumbling block to her getting pregnant, she told me one evening after dinner that she'd found a possible way of going forwards with her getting pregnant.
"Yeah," I said, "but we can't afford in vitro fertilization! There's no way. It's just too expensive. And," I added, "if it doesn't work, then we have pay yet again for another try."
She sat there quietly as I went on about all that, and then, after I stopped going on about that, she said: "Okay. I understand all of that. I get it. It IS too expensive. However, there is another way to go about me getting pregnant. Do you want to hear about it?"
I couldn't think of another way, but I said I'd listen to what she had to say.
"Okay," she said, and took a long pause, as if marshaling her thoughts before she began to say anything, "so, I've been looking around, and I've been chatting with several other women on line that have struggled with the same thing we have, and confronting the high cost of IVF, and all of that. And I've found out that there are alternatives to this more expensive route."
"Such as?"
"Such as bypassing the traditional, and really expensive, methods, for...for a biologically based method, and I'm not talking about the usual sperm donor method, but something more...direct."
"I don't follow you," I said.
She took a deep breath and said: "I'm talking about having another guy get me pregnant."
I glanced up into her face as she said that.
"Are you serious?"
"I am," she replied, "but I have to know if YOU would be okay with that."
"Your suggesting that you fuck some other guy, Nadine," I said.
"That's right. I am suggesting that. But, before you get all upset and angry, or jealous, for ME... this is my ONLY hope of ever being a mother! So, think about it from that point of view. Okay?"
I didn't know what to say at first.
"Look," Nadine said, "I've been looking around on-line, and, like I said earlier, I've also been chatting on several on-line forum sites for women in my situation, married women, too, I'll add; and I've been quite surprised at just how many married couples, couples unable to afford IVF, like us, that have availed themselves of this sort of alternative method. Also," Nadine held up her hand to interrupt me before I could say anything, "there are a number of private sperm donors out there that are both discrete, and have a highly successful track record of helping women get pregnant." She paused, and then added: "I have a list I've been looking through of names and email addresses that you can contact these various donors through, and I've found three that I think would be good possibilities to eventually choose from."
"Wow," I said, seeing the enthusiastic expression on my wife's face as she'd been discussing all this. "Your dead set on this, aren't you?"
"Like I said, it's MY only chance! I really WANT to be pregnant. Can you understand that? And I'm NOT blaming you for, for not being able to do that; but I am frustrated! Okay? I really WANT A BABY! Okay?"
"But it would be some other guys sperm," I said.
"Uh, YEAH!" She said. "That's obvious."
"What about me? It would be some other guys baby. Not mine."
"But, you can't get me pregnant! This is the whole point of all this; it's NOT your fault, but I WANT a baby. I'm a woman. I want a baby---and if I'm honest about it, I don't care just who the father is! You, or someone else. Who really cares?! It's a human being, no matter who the provided the sperm. Would you REALLY care that much? Would you REALLY be so petty?"
Our discussion ranged over a week, on and off, and by the end of that time, I'd come to agree that Nadine wanted a baby; that couldn't give her one; and that this was the only truly viable, and above all, affordable, option. I sat down with Nadine and we started going through the list she had downloaded from the several sites she's gotten this idea from.
The men listed were nearly all black guys; some foreign, some more local; and a huge preponderance of them were black, ranging in age from late twenties, all the way to mid-to-late forties. Accompanying each name was a bio, plus a current medical history. There was also information regarding their sperms fertility rating; which, I noticed, was considerably high! What was also somewhat fascinating was their pregnancy success rating; meaning how successful they were, on average, in getting the women they had been with for this purpose actually did get pregnant. On average, at least based on the ones Nadine had already flagged as 'possibles', they came in at around 92.23 percent! That meant, among other things, that these guys had some very fertile sperm! WAY, WAY higher than mine!
As Nadine and I worked our way through these different men and their 'stats', I started getting more used to the idea of her 'having sex' with one of these other guys. I say I started getting used to the idea, but the idea was one thing, but what would it be like if she and I actually did choose to do this? That was, as they say, the 64,000 dollar question!
Between us, Nadine came up with a list of three possible sperm donors. As she had found out through her various chats with other women who had pursued similar alternatives for getting pregnant, it was best to make such a list, and then begin meeting these different men in order to evaluate not just their sexual prowess (which their stats had already shown them to be good choices), but to see what the emotional, interpersonal connection might be like; their mutual compatibility, in other words; which made a lot of sense to me.
Nadine wanted a chance to meet the three men she and I had provisionally complied. So did I, as a matter of fact! After all, if one of them was going to end up in bed with Nadine, and having sex with her, then as her husband I definitely felt I had a right to arrive at my own opinion about them. Nadine agreed.
"Your part of all this," she said. "So I want you to be there. I want your opinion. Okay?"
"Yeah. Okay," I replied. "But I'm not really part of it. You know? I mean, it's one of those other guys who's going to be getting you pregnant. Not me."
"But your my husband," she emphasized. "I'm not doing this because I don't love you. Right? You do know that. I hope."
"Yes," I replied. "I know you love me. I don't doubt that.And I love you, too! You know it's been hard for me to accept that I can't get you pregnant; and I know that's really important to you. I get that. I do. But I sometimes feel...sad...that I'm a dud when it comes to giving you a baby."
She embraced me.
"I know you feel frustrated, babe. And I understand why you feel that say! I wish it wasn't the way it is, but, it is!"
She kissed me, and then she asked which of the three donors I thought sounded best.
I indicated a young black by the name of Drew. 37 years old. A track record (of successful impregnation) of 89.98 percent. Nice looking, too, from the accompanying photos on his bio.
Nadine studied his bio for a moment, and then she said: "Yes. I agree. I'd like to meet up with him first." And that's what we did.
Within less than two weeks, we met not just Drew, but the other two that together we had selected as strong candidates, and it was Drew that we selected to be the sperm donor in our quest that Nadine get pregnant! By then we felt like we had gotten to know this young black guy fairly well, but instead of having him come to our home, we thought it prudent to do so at a nice hotel nearby.
When we met Drew that night, Nadine was at the very peak in her ovulation cycle. This had been suggested by the site where we had come across Drew. "For maximum effectiveness", as the site had said.
The atmosphere in the hotel room was...how to put it? Charged. Charged as if with a noticeable electrical current. Drew seemed to be somewhat used to this set of circumstances, and that was actually a big help to Nadine and I. She and I were both understandably nervous. But as she and Drew began shedding their clothing, and the dynamics between them heated up (and heated up with amazing rapidity to me), a feeling of...excitement...also rose up within me, as well!
But the most significant moment of all for me (or almost the most significant) occurred when I watched as Drew inserted his sizable cock INSIDE Nadine's pussy; and the reason was that she'd not 'been with' another man since she and I were married; and she had never been with a black man, and that added to the simmer!
Things transpired rather fast at that point. Nadine and Drew become engrossed in each other quickly, and to the point where I wasn't sure if my presence registered with either of them; and in a way, I found myself liking this fact. Nadine and Drew fucked with amazing intensity; and when Drew came that first time (he would do so twice more before he left that evening), that was truly THE most significant moment of all; because his sperm now resided deep inside of Nadine's pussy (rather than mine)! This time, for whatever reason, I was not feeling so much resentful, but excited. Surely, this time, Nadine would become pregnant; something she had wanted for a long time, and now, with a load of sperm with a fertility rating of 92.2 percent (mine had been 2.3 percent), she just had to become pregnant!
After the first session, I quietly left the room and took the elevator down to the ground floor and took a long walk along the city streets---partly to give myself a chance to settle down (my pulse had been racing like mad as I watched Nadine and Drew fucking), as well as to give them privacy. Without me being around, so I surmised, they could continue the evenings mission without worry over me or my feelings!
Update:
I'm happy to say that Nadine is now seven months pregnant, and according to the OB-GYN, the baby, and Nadine, are doing very well!
We sent Drew an e-mail regarding this, and thanked him very much.
It's funny, but once it was confirmed that Nadine was pregnant, I was no longer worrying about the fact that I was not the baby's father. None of that seemed to make the slightest difference as the days, the weeks, and the months went past, and as Nadine's belly grew bigger and bigger. By then, my prime focus and concern was the health of my wife, and the baby she was carrying, like a treasure long sought after, and at last found! I wasn't even worried about what other people were going to think, or say, about the baby obviously not 'ours.' It didn't matter what anyone thought. This baby was going get a lot of love from both Nadine, as well as me; biological father though I was not! That's really that counted in the end.
The End
Libbie
- 23.06.2021
- 41
- 0
