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The Conscientious Cuckold
Tom had never seen her so beautiful, so lustrous. Laying
on their king-sized bed, naked, her full breasts in sweet
disarray, the nipples already wrinkled in anticipation,
Laura looked to him like the embodiment of every man's
wet dream. Her eyes were lidded and her thighs were
spread, her pussy wet from him having just licked it.
There was only one thing wrong with the picture: Tom
wasn't the only man in the room. A few feet away stood
Jack, a twenty-five-year-old with the body of an Olympic
diver and a cock that would make him a star in any locker
room. Jack was going to fuck Laura, and Tom had given his
consent.
Tom and Laura had been married for six years and were
still romantic about it. It wasn't just that they
remembered all their anniversaries - the first time they
met, the first time they kissed, the first time they
fucked - but they continually reaffirmed the meaning of
their union, reminding each other all the time that their
marriage was forever.
The only thing lacking in their world was a c***d. For
the first few years they used birth control to avoid
pregnancy, wanting to settle in to one another before
introducing a third. But when they were ready and Laura
tried getting pregnant, nothing happened. It took a year
before they could admit there might be something wrong.
When they went for tests, their suspicions were
confirmed. Tom was sterile.
The news threw him into a deep depression. He brooded and
sulked for several weeks and then offered to give Laura a
divorce so she'd be free to find a man able to impregnate
her, a "real man," as he put it. Her response snapped him
right out of his gloom. First she mocked his self-pity,
then grew angry that he would even "speak the word
divorce," and finally burst into sobs.
His reaction was automatic; he felt a pang at his heart
and his cock got hard. He walked over to where she sat,
pushed her back onto the couch and lay on top of her,
kissing her face and lips and tears. A minute later he
was fucking her, his cock thrusting through his open
zipper, both of them still fully dressed, the front of
her skirt raised just enough to expose her thighs.
Afterwards, they lay in close embrace for a long time,
whispering and murmuring to each other, ringing in
variations on their vow of love, their promise of
forever. When they'd slid down enough from the slopes of
ecstasy to remember the reality that shot them up there
in the first place, Tom said, "I guess we'll adopt." And
that's when Laura turned his world upside down.
"I don't want someone else's baby," she said. "I want my
own. I want the feeling of being pregnant. I want the
experience of having a baby grow inside of me and come
pushing out from between my legs. I want my breasts
bursting with milk and my infant c***d sucking life from
my nipples." She grasped Tom's head in her hands and ran
her thumbs across his temples. "You wouldn't deny me
that, would you?"
He shifted his body so that for its entire length, it was
separated an inch from hers. He put his hands over hers
and stopped the friction on his temples. "How can I deny
you what I can't give you?" he asked. She didn't reply
and they gazed blankly at one another for a few minutes.
"You're talking about another man's sperm," he said at
last. "You're talking about going to a sperm bank."
"Yes to the first, no to the second," she told him. "I
don't want artificial insemination. I don't want a baby
that sits in a frozen test tube before getting planted
inside me." They gazed at each other for many minutes
more, this time, however, not blankly. His eyes were
filled with a fright bordering on panic. "You're talking
about having another man fuck you," he said.
The next few weeks were given over to fighting, which
they both enjoyed more than depression. This time it was
she who offered separation, freeing him to find a woman
who "doesn't make such terrible demands."
But when she said the word "divorce," the emotional
static surrounding their verbal communication went
suddenly silent, and her sentence hung clearly in the
air. They stared at one another in amazement.
It was the first time in their marriage when they
realized that a breakup could actually happen to them,
that they weren't figures in a fairy tale. In that
instant, Tom knew he'd do anything not to lose Laura.
Outwardly, however, he wasn't ready to capitulate so
easily.
"No divorce," he said. "I can't use the word, neither can
you."
"Then what...?" she asked, letting the sentence trail.
"Why, I suppose you'll go off to a bar some night and
pick up a guy and go to a hotel room..."
He didn't finish his sentence either; he had to duck the
book she threw at him. "Not like that," she said. "We'll
go to the sperm bank and find somebody with good genes.
And he'll come here. And you'll stay with me when
he...does it."
"No way," Tom replied.
"It has to be like that," she told him. "Don't you see?
While he's inside me you'll be holding me and kissing me.
He'll donate the sperm but to make a baby you need love
too. I need you to be loving me wile he's fucking me."
"But a threesome..." he said.
She smiled at him in a special way, a way that melted his
thoughts, stirred his chest and sent heat flushing
through his groin. She walked toward him, swaying. "I
don't think that one teeny-weenie..." she said, and
brought her mouth close to his, brushed her breasts
against his chest, and cupped his cock and balls in her
hands... "little threesome is going to be all that
upsetting."
When she sank to her knees, pulled down his zipper and
fished his cock out of his pants with her lips, he
mentally signed the papers of surrender. In so doing, he
had to suppress his doubts and fears, but he couldn't
erase the knowledge that he was going against his natural
grain and that he'd agreed to something that was
potentially very dangerous. "Well," he thought, "Better
to risk the marriage bravely than let it fall apart
because of cowardice.
Later, after sex, he voiced his doubts, and she used the
woman's equivalent of logic, which is making her voice
sound reasonable. "It'll be a very fast thing," she said.
"And you'll have to approve the man first. We can ask the
sperm bank to give us a list of suitable candidates and
you can meet with them, explain what we want. And only
when you're comfortable with one of them will we do it."
"Comfortable picking a man to fuck you?" he said.
She pinched his nipples. "And what if it does make you a
little jealous," she said. "It'll only make our
lovemaking sweeter when he goes. I want your sperm inside
me right after his."
"Won't that make it a bit crowded in there?"
"Silly," she replied. "His are there to do a specific
job; yours are there because you own the place."
"You sure the k** will be healthy being conceived in the
midst of all this strangeness?" he asked.
"It's always a risk no matter how you do it," she
replied.
Finally, he accepted the idea. He was ready not only to
go along but to take an active part in engineering the
strange encounter. Two days later he contacted the sperm
bank, and he and Laura went over and were shown profiles
on a number of candidates - physical descriptions,
medical reports, personal histories - but no names and
telephone numbers. They sifted through the dossiers and
chose a man who seemed ideal. Then, two hundred dollars
slipped to a file clerk got them the information they
needed.
Tom called Jack and met with him alone at first. He found
the young man 'ten years his junior' rather likable,
good-natured and a bit simple-minded. He felt completely
unthreatened. Jack suspected some kind of trick, but
before long he accepted that the offer was sincere and
agreed to go along. Tom told him that Laura was due to
ovulate in about ten days, and that they'd call him when
the time was precisely right.
"What did you think of him?" Laura asked when Tom
returned.
"Seems healthy and decent," Tom told her. "I think it'll
be all right."
He had no second thoughts until the afternoon they called
Jack. When he realized the event would be that night, Tom
became apprehensive. And his concern grew when Jack
arrived, especially when he saw the appreciative gleam in
the other man's eyes as he looked at Laura. The three of
them had some wine and went into the bedroom where they
undressed. Laura lay back on the bed and, as prearranged,
Tom went down on her to prepare for Jack's penetration.
When he'd finished, he moved away and watched as Jack
stepped forward, preceded by an eight-inch shaft of
velvet gristle.
Tom looked from the erection to the young man's eyes, and
all his notions about Jack's harmlessness were shattered.
The blandness had been wiped away by a smirking lust and
it was obvious that Jack had totally forgotten the
biological reason for his being there. He'd been poleaxed
by pussy and was reacting like any stud in heat.
That was only the first blow, however. When Tom turned
his head to look at Laura his vision went dark. She was
looking at Jack's cock with unconcealed anticipation. Tom
knew that her desire was for what it would deliver, but
the sight of his wife gazing at another man's cock with
such desire unhinged him. "I can't handle this," Tom
thought as he swayed on his feet.
"Tom," Laura said softly as he fought the pull of
u*********sness. He focused his eyes and looked at her.
She held out her arms just as Jack knelt on the bed
between her thighs. And with the taste of despair and
Laura's cunt still on his tongue he leaned down and lay
on the bed next to his wife. He nestled his head between
her breasts as she put her arms around him and lifted her
knees to present herself to the other man.
Although he wasn't looking, Tom knew the instant that
Jack had penetrated her. He could feel the sense of
contact draining from Laura's hands. He lifted his head
and looked into her eyes. They were foggy and unseeing.
As he watched, a sigh escaped her lips, then a moan. His
heart broke as she reached for him again and pulled his
face toward hers, his mouth onto hers.
Even though every fiber of his being protested what they
were doing, screamed in jealousy and outrage at the
presence of the other man, at Laura's automatic surrender
to the invading phallus, he couldn't deny her. She slid
her tongue between his lips and probed his mouth. It
seemed his skull filled with the sound of bells pealing,
and the sensation momentarily drove away the awareness
that at that moment Jack was plunging his cock into her
eager pussy.
"This isn't so bad," he thought when he could think
again. "The stud will come soon and we can send him home
and pick up where we left off. She'll be mine alone
again, and there'll never be another man again. No,
never, never again." The repetition of the phrase soothed
him and as he kissed Laura he even found himself smiling.
"What...are...you...smiling...at? she said, the words
punctuated by gasps as jack continued to screw her.
"Just feels good," Tom replied, but even as he spoke the
feeling was driven away and replaced by a cold shudder
coursing down his spine as he heard Jack mutter, "Yeah,
baby, feels good."
With that, Jack changed his angle of penetration, coming
up from underneath, splitting Laura's pussy lips with
uncanny precision. Tom was seized by vertigo as he
watched Laura's slip away again. Her eyes rolled back in
their sockets, and her eyelids slowly fluttered down over
the empty orbs. Her hands dropped from Tom's back and
fell to her sides. Jack began plunging into her, and her
belly and breasts shook with each thrust. Her lips pursed
into an O and she let out a series of high-pitched cries.
Tom turned his head sharply, away from Laura, and his
eyes met Jack's. The young man smiled. "You're a lucky
guy," he said. "She's got a real sweet pussy."
Tom stiffened with anger. Everything else disappeared
except a sudden murderous rage that made him tremble. He
wanted to swing a roundhouse right and smash the other
man's jaw. But some shred of reason remained, enough to
restrain him. He realized that Jack was young and strong
enough to shake off any blow he might throw, and it would
be frightful to introduce sudden v******e when Laura was
so vulnerable, opening herself to be impregnated.
If Jack saw how angry Tom was, he gave no indication. He
just kept pumping into Laura with an almost insolent
rhythm. "Put your cock in her mouth, man," he said, "I'd
love to watch her suck cock while I'm fucking her."
"Wait a minute!" Tom wanted to shout. "This is supposed
to be a simple, fast operation." But again he held back.
He had too much respect for the fragility and complexity
of what they were doing to do or say anything abrupt,
anything harsh. He knew that sex was always chancy. One
could plan its course but it was always capable of
exploding, overwhelming the puny creatures who jump into
the vast torrent of erotic energy that is life on the
planet. He saw that his judgments and feelings had to be
held in abeyance; the die had been cast and all he could
do now was go along with however the scene developed.
"Yes-s-s-s-s," Laura hissed, cutting through his train of
introspection. He hesitated a few seconds, then got to
his knees and knelt by her head. She gazed up at him with
desire and surprise, as though she had just remembered
that he was there, just remembered who he was. But he
couldn't fault her for that since he barely recognized
her either. She was rotating her hips, making her cunt do
a wanton dance on Jack's cock. Her tongue lapped the air.
She had one hand on each breast and was pinching her
nipples.
He slipped one hand under Laura's head and pulled her
already open mouth onto his gently throbbing shaft. Her
lips closed over the thick phallus and at once began
gobbling, moving toward the base. Within seconds she had
swallowed him entirely, her face pressed against his
belly.
"Oh yeah," Jack whispered, his voice cutting across Tom's
brain like a lash across a sunburned back. Tom looked up
and his eyes grew wide. Jack was holding Laura's ankles
and had spread her legs as far as his arms reached. His
cock slid in and out of Laura's pussy with slow
insinuating strokes.
Again Tom's anger flared but this time it was directed
not at Jack but at Laura. "Bitch," he thought, "All that
sweet talk about love and biology, and all the slut
wanted was two cocks inside her at the same time. The
sperm didn't have to be implanted this way."
He glared down at Laura and she saw the rage in his face.
It frightened and excited her, making her suck with
greater abandon, her moist eyes pleading for forgiveness
and approval even as her lips caught his cock in a
sliding vacuum of tongue-lapping lust. The interplay
between husband and wife fed Jack's excitement and he
pushed Laura's ankles together, keeping her legs raised,
fucking her in the diaper position, one which implies a
certain familiarity and intimacy.
None of that was lost on Tom and he hissed, "All right,
here's what you want. Take it." And with that he began
fucking her mouth. He grabbed her hair with one hand and
held her head steady as he thrust between her lips, past
her tongue and into her throat with hard, even strokes.
Her moans bubbled up around his cock and saliva dribbled
from the corners of her mouth. For a long time the two
men banged her, silently stabbing her with their
erections, working with great concentration on the task
of reducing her to a throbbing, drooling mindlessness.
Jack pushed Laura's legs down until her knees were
squashing her breasts and her cunt pushed forward from
between stretched rounded buttocks. Tom seized her head
with both hands and slid it up and down on his cock,
using her mouth to masturbate with. He lifted and shoved
it down again and again until she couldn't maintain any
pressure at all in her lips and became the slack slick
instrument he wanted.
By then Jack was slamming his whole weight into Laura's
uptilted pussy. Tom could feel the vibrations of the
other man's thrusts on the head of his own cock. Laura
had become a sexual sounding board and the two men fed
and were fed by the continually intensifying hum of her
mounting excitement. Tom realized he'd never seen or felt
her so hot before, and was torn between his almost crazed
rapture in the moment and his concern about whether his
marriage would survive the experience.
The ride lasted along time, and it subsided
spontaneously, the two men slowing their momentum and
gradually bringing the mare they'd been riding down from
a gallop to a canter to a walk and finally had her
standing still, sweating, quivering, her nostrils
trembling from the deep ragged breaths that racked her
frame. The first thought in Tom's mind was, "He didn't
come. The whole point of this was to get the sperm, and
the son of a bitch still hasn't come!"
He looked over at Jack. The young man smiled at him,
winked, and began moving his pelvis again. This time
there was no tension; Jack's thrusts into Laura's cunt
were casual, conversational. He poked and sloshed about
inside her the way an old friend will gently pick apart
your rationalizations during some lazy talk after dinner.
His eyes were laughing, he made small kissing motions
with his lips. Tom turned his head sharply and looked at
Laura. Here eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and
between her brows danced the shadow of a frown. She was
obviously in ecstasy.
Tom sat back on his calves, his hands in his lap. His
head fell forward, his chin resting on his chest. Laura
couldn't see him and Jack didn't care if the husband
wanted to bow out for a while, he enjoyed having the
woman to himself. For Tom the scene had taken on the
quality of a nightmare.
Because his and Laura's fidelity had been so absolute,
with neither of them even having flirted with anyone in
six years, he had no defense against jealousy. And what
he felt just then went far beyond jealousy, for the worst
was happening right before him. Laura had forgotten him
and was giving herself to another man.
He heard a sound, a shift in breathing, and then the
rustle of bodies changing position. He opened his eyes
and almost swooned. Jack was lying on his back and Laura
was crouched over him. Her lips were glued to his and in
their cheeks Tom could see the movement of tongues.
Laura's ass gyrated in a steady pattern three long slow
rotations, a lift, and a long excruciating descent,
ending in a sharp spasm and several shudders.
Tom was hypnotized and might have stared at the motion
for hours except for Jack's voice snapping him from the
trance. "Fuck her in the ass, man," Jack said. "Let's
double-team her."
To Tom's own amazement, the suggestion sounded sensible.
It seemed the obvious thing to do. All that was required
was shifting his loyalty, putting the husband-wife bond
behind the male-male bond. In his ordinary consciousness
such a thing would be inconceivable, but at that instant
the legal and emotional ties of marriage seemed
artificial and distant in relation to the sheer a****l
exuberance to be found in two men fucking a woman
simultaneously.
"Well yes," Tom thought, "Fuck her and double-fuck her.
I love her dearly but she is, after all, just another
cunt."
He leaned forward and got on all fours and walked on
hands and knees to the necessary spot on the bed. For a
few minutes he did nothing but watch Laura's pussy
rotate, rise up and slide down on Jacks' thick glistening
shaft. Then he observed the way her asshole clenched,
twisted and opened at various points of the ride. Smiling
with almost imbecile abandon, he reached into the drawer
of the night table and lifted a jar of lubricant. He
opened the lid, scooped three fingers into the scented
jelly, and roughly smeared the gob between Laura's
buttocks.
"He gets her pussy and offers me her asshole," Tom said
to himself. "Which is more than she ever offered." He put
one hand on Laura's hip and inched forward, his cock
swelling into a fierce erection. "We can sort it all out
later," he thought. "Right now I'm going to split her in
half."
He tossed the jar over his shoulder like a champagne
glass into a fireplace. He slid his cock into the crevice
between her buttocks and let the friction of her movement
fire it into steely hardness. Then he grasped the shaft
in his right hand and brought the tip to her pulsing
anus. He'd had anal sex with Laura many times before, but
this was definitely going to be something else.
He kept himself still, and Laura began reaching for him,
lifting her ass higher and higher at each point in her
tantalizing grind. Finally she was able to push herself
far enough onto him to engulf the entire head of his
cock. In order to do that she had to let Jack's cock
slide out of her cunt. She cried out, reached down to
grab the flapping penis, and sat on it again, this time
leaving Tom in the cold. Tom shook his head once to clear
it and lowered himself onto her, this time penetrating
into her asshole while Jack's cock was still lodged deep
in her pussy.
Laura opened her mouth as wide as her lips would stretch,
but no sound came out. Her arms flew out to her sides and
froze there. Her hands went into spasms, her fingers
curling and twitching. Whether what she felt was pleasure
or pain or something beyond both, neither man could tell
because they were too locked into the compelling focus of
the moment.
They hung like that for a long while. Then, Laura groaned
and relaxed the last small stretch of reserve. Both Tom
and jack sank one final quarter inch into her. Their
cocks touched through the thin membrane separating cunt
from colon. The contact was like the toss of a match into
a can of gasoline. All at once, they exploded. '
The two men hunched back simultaneously and then flung
themselves at one another through her, their cocks
converging, competing to see which could penetrate her
more deeply, which make the strongest impression. She
made a sound like that of a rusty nail being pulled from
an ancient board. She was hot, she was wet, she was open,
and two stiff sizzling cocks were up inside her, just
warming up to take her for a the ride of her life.
Laura lifted her mouth from Jack's and raised her head.
Jack brought his hand to her lips and slipped two fingers
past her teeth and onto her tongue. She began licking and
sucking his fingers as she would a cock. This enflamed
the men even more and their thrusts grew fiercer. They
pounded and sliced into her with such controlled fury
that she could no longer keep her head up and rested it
on Jack's shoulder. At that point, Jack and Tom found
themselves looking into each other's eyes.
"You should be about ready to do what you came here for,"
Tom said.
"Let's go for it," Jack replied.
The sound of their words roused Laura from the oblivion
where she'd begun to wander. She remembered who she was,
and what was happening. Although she'd been there for the
whole process, she was still somewhat astonished to find
herself being double-fucked by her husband and some a
strange young man. She also became aware that it wasn't
going to go on for very much longer.
This made her want it more, so she brought her hands down
behind her and pulled her ass cheeks apart, and reached
further and pressed her pussy lips apart. The gesture was
free and shameless, a complete offering of the inmost
recesses of the temple to the ravaging of a priapic
frenzy.
Tom ground into her, his cock probing her bowels, his
pubic bone bruising the base of her spine. She started to
move, a churning, shoveling motion. Jack lifted his ass
from the bed to press more deeply into her. All niceties
of identity dissolved and they were swept into the
orgasmic mood. They were in a state of pure rut, beyond
simple desire or lust. There was only the gnawing
convulsion of hunger for some ultimate fulfillment, some
absolute release.
They went on for half an hour, cresting and resting, each
swell and spasm of excitement more intense that the one
before. Until there came a moment when orgasm was
imminent. They all felt it and sounds burbled from their
mouths, giving way to long tremulous cries and wails as
the three of them were sucked into climax.
Tom felt his thighs and belly tingle, his scrotum
tighten. And even as his sperm began boiling and came
sailing out, he knew that Jack, like a mirror image, was
splashing his semen across the walls of Laura's cunt.
Laura whimpered as she contracted asshole and pussy,
covering the spurting shafts with kisses. There was a
deep powerful throbbing in her womb which sent ripples
through her entire body, making her tremble in an ongoing
delicate ecstasy.
They lay like that for a very long time before they were
willing to return to conventional reality. When they did,
the first thing that had to be dealt with was the bodies.
Tom pushed back with his arms and raised himself from the
pile. His cock slid out of Laura's ass. She twitched and
let out a sigh of disappointment.
A few moments later she rolled off Jack and onto her
back. Tom looked down at the two of them lying side by
side and they stared back at him. There was an awareness
that any word would cheapen the feelings of that moment
and no one wanted to be the first to speak.
Finally, Jack sat up. "Well, I guess I'll be going," he
said.
"Oh," Laura said. Suddenly she was embarrassed to be
lying naked with the two men. "I'll get dressed'" she
went on. "Why don't we all have coffee?" she concluded.
She hoisted herself off the bed. "Yes," she said, "I'll
get dressed and make some coffee."
The three of them sat in the kitchen, elbows on the
table. Jack told them that he'd quit his job a year
earlier and was now working for an escort service. He'd
given his sperm to the sperm bank two years before and
when Tom called him had forgotten that he'd done it or
why. He told them that this was by no means the only
threesome he'd been in. "But it sure was the kinkiest,"
he assured them in a way that made them feel
complimented.
When he left they told him they'd call to let him know if
the procedure had been successful. "Hey, anytime," he
said, "No charge." He jabbed Tom lightly in the ribs,
kissed Laura on the lips, and went off into the night.
Laura made more coffee and she and Tom took their cups
into the living room. They sat on the couch and sipped in
silence for a while.
"It was O.K.?" Laura asked at last.
"Well, we'll see. First we have to find out if you're
pregnant, and nine months later see what we've wrought,
and then one day explain to the k** that his real father
is a male hooker who dropped by one evening."
"Are ~you~ O.K.?" she asked.
"There were some hard moments, but I'm fine."
She laid her head on his shoulder. "There were a lot of
hard moments," she said.
He put his arm around her. "You got pretty wanton. How
could we help it?"
They sat quietly for a few more minutes, doing nothing
but breathing and feeling, letting the awareness of what
they'd just done sink in, realizing that they'd come
through it, still married, still in love, still wanting
one another.
"It's not something or is it that you might want to do
again. Just for fun," he said.
She let his question hang in the air for a while. Then
she brought one hand up to his chest and began rubbing
one nipple through the thin cloth of his shirt. "Not just
for fun," she said. She glanced up at him and their eyes
met. Their look was filled with confidence and delight.
"But why not have a couple of k**s?" she went on.
He leaned back and let his head sink into the top of the
couch. As Laura unbuttoned his shirt and slipped her hand
onto his skin, he closed his eyes and smiled. "Actually,
I've always wanted a large family," he said.
END
Tom had never seen her so beautiful, so lustrous. Laying
on their king-sized bed, naked, her full breasts in sweet
disarray, the nipples already wrinkled in anticipation,
Laura looked to him like the embodiment of every man's
wet dream. Her eyes were lidded and her thighs were
spread, her pussy wet from him having just licked it.
There was only one thing wrong with the picture: Tom
wasn't the only man in the room. A few feet away stood
Jack, a twenty-five-year-old with the body of an Olympic
diver and a cock that would make him a star in any locker
room. Jack was going to fuck Laura, and Tom had given his
consent.
Tom and Laura had been married for six years and were
still romantic about it. It wasn't just that they
remembered all their anniversaries - the first time they
met, the first time they kissed, the first time they
fucked - but they continually reaffirmed the meaning of
their union, reminding each other all the time that their
marriage was forever.
The only thing lacking in their world was a c***d. For
the first few years they used birth control to avoid
pregnancy, wanting to settle in to one another before
introducing a third. But when they were ready and Laura
tried getting pregnant, nothing happened. It took a year
before they could admit there might be something wrong.
When they went for tests, their suspicions were
confirmed. Tom was sterile.
The news threw him into a deep depression. He brooded and
sulked for several weeks and then offered to give Laura a
divorce so she'd be free to find a man able to impregnate
her, a "real man," as he put it. Her response snapped him
right out of his gloom. First she mocked his self-pity,
then grew angry that he would even "speak the word
divorce," and finally burst into sobs.
His reaction was automatic; he felt a pang at his heart
and his cock got hard. He walked over to where she sat,
pushed her back onto the couch and lay on top of her,
kissing her face and lips and tears. A minute later he
was fucking her, his cock thrusting through his open
zipper, both of them still fully dressed, the front of
her skirt raised just enough to expose her thighs.
Afterwards, they lay in close embrace for a long time,
whispering and murmuring to each other, ringing in
variations on their vow of love, their promise of
forever. When they'd slid down enough from the slopes of
ecstasy to remember the reality that shot them up there
in the first place, Tom said, "I guess we'll adopt." And
that's when Laura turned his world upside down.
"I don't want someone else's baby," she said. "I want my
own. I want the feeling of being pregnant. I want the
experience of having a baby grow inside of me and come
pushing out from between my legs. I want my breasts
bursting with milk and my infant c***d sucking life from
my nipples." She grasped Tom's head in her hands and ran
her thumbs across his temples. "You wouldn't deny me
that, would you?"
He shifted his body so that for its entire length, it was
separated an inch from hers. He put his hands over hers
and stopped the friction on his temples. "How can I deny
you what I can't give you?" he asked. She didn't reply
and they gazed blankly at one another for a few minutes.
"You're talking about another man's sperm," he said at
last. "You're talking about going to a sperm bank."
"Yes to the first, no to the second," she told him. "I
don't want artificial insemination. I don't want a baby
that sits in a frozen test tube before getting planted
inside me." They gazed at each other for many minutes
more, this time, however, not blankly. His eyes were
filled with a fright bordering on panic. "You're talking
about having another man fuck you," he said.
The next few weeks were given over to fighting, which
they both enjoyed more than depression. This time it was
she who offered separation, freeing him to find a woman
who "doesn't make such terrible demands."
But when she said the word "divorce," the emotional
static surrounding their verbal communication went
suddenly silent, and her sentence hung clearly in the
air. They stared at one another in amazement.
It was the first time in their marriage when they
realized that a breakup could actually happen to them,
that they weren't figures in a fairy tale. In that
instant, Tom knew he'd do anything not to lose Laura.
Outwardly, however, he wasn't ready to capitulate so
easily.
"No divorce," he said. "I can't use the word, neither can
you."
"Then what...?" she asked, letting the sentence trail.
"Why, I suppose you'll go off to a bar some night and
pick up a guy and go to a hotel room..."
He didn't finish his sentence either; he had to duck the
book she threw at him. "Not like that," she said. "We'll
go to the sperm bank and find somebody with good genes.
And he'll come here. And you'll stay with me when
he...does it."
"No way," Tom replied.
"It has to be like that," she told him. "Don't you see?
While he's inside me you'll be holding me and kissing me.
He'll donate the sperm but to make a baby you need love
too. I need you to be loving me wile he's fucking me."
"But a threesome..." he said.
She smiled at him in a special way, a way that melted his
thoughts, stirred his chest and sent heat flushing
through his groin. She walked toward him, swaying. "I
don't think that one teeny-weenie..." she said, and
brought her mouth close to his, brushed her breasts
against his chest, and cupped his cock and balls in her
hands... "little threesome is going to be all that
upsetting."
When she sank to her knees, pulled down his zipper and
fished his cock out of his pants with her lips, he
mentally signed the papers of surrender. In so doing, he
had to suppress his doubts and fears, but he couldn't
erase the knowledge that he was going against his natural
grain and that he'd agreed to something that was
potentially very dangerous. "Well," he thought, "Better
to risk the marriage bravely than let it fall apart
because of cowardice.
Later, after sex, he voiced his doubts, and she used the
woman's equivalent of logic, which is making her voice
sound reasonable. "It'll be a very fast thing," she said.
"And you'll have to approve the man first. We can ask the
sperm bank to give us a list of suitable candidates and
you can meet with them, explain what we want. And only
when you're comfortable with one of them will we do it."
"Comfortable picking a man to fuck you?" he said.
She pinched his nipples. "And what if it does make you a
little jealous," she said. "It'll only make our
lovemaking sweeter when he goes. I want your sperm inside
me right after his."
"Won't that make it a bit crowded in there?"
"Silly," she replied. "His are there to do a specific
job; yours are there because you own the place."
"You sure the k** will be healthy being conceived in the
midst of all this strangeness?" he asked.
"It's always a risk no matter how you do it," she
replied.
Finally, he accepted the idea. He was ready not only to
go along but to take an active part in engineering the
strange encounter. Two days later he contacted the sperm
bank, and he and Laura went over and were shown profiles
on a number of candidates - physical descriptions,
medical reports, personal histories - but no names and
telephone numbers. They sifted through the dossiers and
chose a man who seemed ideal. Then, two hundred dollars
slipped to a file clerk got them the information they
needed.
Tom called Jack and met with him alone at first. He found
the young man 'ten years his junior' rather likable,
good-natured and a bit simple-minded. He felt completely
unthreatened. Jack suspected some kind of trick, but
before long he accepted that the offer was sincere and
agreed to go along. Tom told him that Laura was due to
ovulate in about ten days, and that they'd call him when
the time was precisely right.
"What did you think of him?" Laura asked when Tom
returned.
"Seems healthy and decent," Tom told her. "I think it'll
be all right."
He had no second thoughts until the afternoon they called
Jack. When he realized the event would be that night, Tom
became apprehensive. And his concern grew when Jack
arrived, especially when he saw the appreciative gleam in
the other man's eyes as he looked at Laura. The three of
them had some wine and went into the bedroom where they
undressed. Laura lay back on the bed and, as prearranged,
Tom went down on her to prepare for Jack's penetration.
When he'd finished, he moved away and watched as Jack
stepped forward, preceded by an eight-inch shaft of
velvet gristle.
Tom looked from the erection to the young man's eyes, and
all his notions about Jack's harmlessness were shattered.
The blandness had been wiped away by a smirking lust and
it was obvious that Jack had totally forgotten the
biological reason for his being there. He'd been poleaxed
by pussy and was reacting like any stud in heat.
That was only the first blow, however. When Tom turned
his head to look at Laura his vision went dark. She was
looking at Jack's cock with unconcealed anticipation. Tom
knew that her desire was for what it would deliver, but
the sight of his wife gazing at another man's cock with
such desire unhinged him. "I can't handle this," Tom
thought as he swayed on his feet.
"Tom," Laura said softly as he fought the pull of
u*********sness. He focused his eyes and looked at her.
She held out her arms just as Jack knelt on the bed
between her thighs. And with the taste of despair and
Laura's cunt still on his tongue he leaned down and lay
on the bed next to his wife. He nestled his head between
her breasts as she put her arms around him and lifted her
knees to present herself to the other man.
Although he wasn't looking, Tom knew the instant that
Jack had penetrated her. He could feel the sense of
contact draining from Laura's hands. He lifted his head
and looked into her eyes. They were foggy and unseeing.
As he watched, a sigh escaped her lips, then a moan. His
heart broke as she reached for him again and pulled his
face toward hers, his mouth onto hers.
Even though every fiber of his being protested what they
were doing, screamed in jealousy and outrage at the
presence of the other man, at Laura's automatic surrender
to the invading phallus, he couldn't deny her. She slid
her tongue between his lips and probed his mouth. It
seemed his skull filled with the sound of bells pealing,
and the sensation momentarily drove away the awareness
that at that moment Jack was plunging his cock into her
eager pussy.
"This isn't so bad," he thought when he could think
again. "The stud will come soon and we can send him home
and pick up where we left off. She'll be mine alone
again, and there'll never be another man again. No,
never, never again." The repetition of the phrase soothed
him and as he kissed Laura he even found himself smiling.
"What...are...you...smiling...at? she said, the words
punctuated by gasps as jack continued to screw her.
"Just feels good," Tom replied, but even as he spoke the
feeling was driven away and replaced by a cold shudder
coursing down his spine as he heard Jack mutter, "Yeah,
baby, feels good."
With that, Jack changed his angle of penetration, coming
up from underneath, splitting Laura's pussy lips with
uncanny precision. Tom was seized by vertigo as he
watched Laura's slip away again. Her eyes rolled back in
their sockets, and her eyelids slowly fluttered down over
the empty orbs. Her hands dropped from Tom's back and
fell to her sides. Jack began plunging into her, and her
belly and breasts shook with each thrust. Her lips pursed
into an O and she let out a series of high-pitched cries.
Tom turned his head sharply, away from Laura, and his
eyes met Jack's. The young man smiled. "You're a lucky
guy," he said. "She's got a real sweet pussy."
Tom stiffened with anger. Everything else disappeared
except a sudden murderous rage that made him tremble. He
wanted to swing a roundhouse right and smash the other
man's jaw. But some shred of reason remained, enough to
restrain him. He realized that Jack was young and strong
enough to shake off any blow he might throw, and it would
be frightful to introduce sudden v******e when Laura was
so vulnerable, opening herself to be impregnated.
If Jack saw how angry Tom was, he gave no indication. He
just kept pumping into Laura with an almost insolent
rhythm. "Put your cock in her mouth, man," he said, "I'd
love to watch her suck cock while I'm fucking her."
"Wait a minute!" Tom wanted to shout. "This is supposed
to be a simple, fast operation." But again he held back.
He had too much respect for the fragility and complexity
of what they were doing to do or say anything abrupt,
anything harsh. He knew that sex was always chancy. One
could plan its course but it was always capable of
exploding, overwhelming the puny creatures who jump into
the vast torrent of erotic energy that is life on the
planet. He saw that his judgments and feelings had to be
held in abeyance; the die had been cast and all he could
do now was go along with however the scene developed.
"Yes-s-s-s-s," Laura hissed, cutting through his train of
introspection. He hesitated a few seconds, then got to
his knees and knelt by her head. She gazed up at him with
desire and surprise, as though she had just remembered
that he was there, just remembered who he was. But he
couldn't fault her for that since he barely recognized
her either. She was rotating her hips, making her cunt do
a wanton dance on Jack's cock. Her tongue lapped the air.
She had one hand on each breast and was pinching her
nipples.
He slipped one hand under Laura's head and pulled her
already open mouth onto his gently throbbing shaft. Her
lips closed over the thick phallus and at once began
gobbling, moving toward the base. Within seconds she had
swallowed him entirely, her face pressed against his
belly.
"Oh yeah," Jack whispered, his voice cutting across Tom's
brain like a lash across a sunburned back. Tom looked up
and his eyes grew wide. Jack was holding Laura's ankles
and had spread her legs as far as his arms reached. His
cock slid in and out of Laura's pussy with slow
insinuating strokes.
Again Tom's anger flared but this time it was directed
not at Jack but at Laura. "Bitch," he thought, "All that
sweet talk about love and biology, and all the slut
wanted was two cocks inside her at the same time. The
sperm didn't have to be implanted this way."
He glared down at Laura and she saw the rage in his face.
It frightened and excited her, making her suck with
greater abandon, her moist eyes pleading for forgiveness
and approval even as her lips caught his cock in a
sliding vacuum of tongue-lapping lust. The interplay
between husband and wife fed Jack's excitement and he
pushed Laura's ankles together, keeping her legs raised,
fucking her in the diaper position, one which implies a
certain familiarity and intimacy.
None of that was lost on Tom and he hissed, "All right,
here's what you want. Take it." And with that he began
fucking her mouth. He grabbed her hair with one hand and
held her head steady as he thrust between her lips, past
her tongue and into her throat with hard, even strokes.
Her moans bubbled up around his cock and saliva dribbled
from the corners of her mouth. For a long time the two
men banged her, silently stabbing her with their
erections, working with great concentration on the task
of reducing her to a throbbing, drooling mindlessness.
Jack pushed Laura's legs down until her knees were
squashing her breasts and her cunt pushed forward from
between stretched rounded buttocks. Tom seized her head
with both hands and slid it up and down on his cock,
using her mouth to masturbate with. He lifted and shoved
it down again and again until she couldn't maintain any
pressure at all in her lips and became the slack slick
instrument he wanted.
By then Jack was slamming his whole weight into Laura's
uptilted pussy. Tom could feel the vibrations of the
other man's thrusts on the head of his own cock. Laura
had become a sexual sounding board and the two men fed
and were fed by the continually intensifying hum of her
mounting excitement. Tom realized he'd never seen or felt
her so hot before, and was torn between his almost crazed
rapture in the moment and his concern about whether his
marriage would survive the experience.
The ride lasted along time, and it subsided
spontaneously, the two men slowing their momentum and
gradually bringing the mare they'd been riding down from
a gallop to a canter to a walk and finally had her
standing still, sweating, quivering, her nostrils
trembling from the deep ragged breaths that racked her
frame. The first thought in Tom's mind was, "He didn't
come. The whole point of this was to get the sperm, and
the son of a bitch still hasn't come!"
He looked over at Jack. The young man smiled at him,
winked, and began moving his pelvis again. This time
there was no tension; Jack's thrusts into Laura's cunt
were casual, conversational. He poked and sloshed about
inside her the way an old friend will gently pick apart
your rationalizations during some lazy talk after dinner.
His eyes were laughing, he made small kissing motions
with his lips. Tom turned his head sharply and looked at
Laura. Here eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and
between her brows danced the shadow of a frown. She was
obviously in ecstasy.
Tom sat back on his calves, his hands in his lap. His
head fell forward, his chin resting on his chest. Laura
couldn't see him and Jack didn't care if the husband
wanted to bow out for a while, he enjoyed having the
woman to himself. For Tom the scene had taken on the
quality of a nightmare.
Because his and Laura's fidelity had been so absolute,
with neither of them even having flirted with anyone in
six years, he had no defense against jealousy. And what
he felt just then went far beyond jealousy, for the worst
was happening right before him. Laura had forgotten him
and was giving herself to another man.
He heard a sound, a shift in breathing, and then the
rustle of bodies changing position. He opened his eyes
and almost swooned. Jack was lying on his back and Laura
was crouched over him. Her lips were glued to his and in
their cheeks Tom could see the movement of tongues.
Laura's ass gyrated in a steady pattern three long slow
rotations, a lift, and a long excruciating descent,
ending in a sharp spasm and several shudders.
Tom was hypnotized and might have stared at the motion
for hours except for Jack's voice snapping him from the
trance. "Fuck her in the ass, man," Jack said. "Let's
double-team her."
To Tom's own amazement, the suggestion sounded sensible.
It seemed the obvious thing to do. All that was required
was shifting his loyalty, putting the husband-wife bond
behind the male-male bond. In his ordinary consciousness
such a thing would be inconceivable, but at that instant
the legal and emotional ties of marriage seemed
artificial and distant in relation to the sheer a****l
exuberance to be found in two men fucking a woman
simultaneously.
"Well yes," Tom thought, "Fuck her and double-fuck her.
I love her dearly but she is, after all, just another
cunt."
He leaned forward and got on all fours and walked on
hands and knees to the necessary spot on the bed. For a
few minutes he did nothing but watch Laura's pussy
rotate, rise up and slide down on Jacks' thick glistening
shaft. Then he observed the way her asshole clenched,
twisted and opened at various points of the ride. Smiling
with almost imbecile abandon, he reached into the drawer
of the night table and lifted a jar of lubricant. He
opened the lid, scooped three fingers into the scented
jelly, and roughly smeared the gob between Laura's
buttocks.
"He gets her pussy and offers me her asshole," Tom said
to himself. "Which is more than she ever offered." He put
one hand on Laura's hip and inched forward, his cock
swelling into a fierce erection. "We can sort it all out
later," he thought. "Right now I'm going to split her in
half."
He tossed the jar over his shoulder like a champagne
glass into a fireplace. He slid his cock into the crevice
between her buttocks and let the friction of her movement
fire it into steely hardness. Then he grasped the shaft
in his right hand and brought the tip to her pulsing
anus. He'd had anal sex with Laura many times before, but
this was definitely going to be something else.
He kept himself still, and Laura began reaching for him,
lifting her ass higher and higher at each point in her
tantalizing grind. Finally she was able to push herself
far enough onto him to engulf the entire head of his
cock. In order to do that she had to let Jack's cock
slide out of her cunt. She cried out, reached down to
grab the flapping penis, and sat on it again, this time
leaving Tom in the cold. Tom shook his head once to clear
it and lowered himself onto her, this time penetrating
into her asshole while Jack's cock was still lodged deep
in her pussy.
Laura opened her mouth as wide as her lips would stretch,
but no sound came out. Her arms flew out to her sides and
froze there. Her hands went into spasms, her fingers
curling and twitching. Whether what she felt was pleasure
or pain or something beyond both, neither man could tell
because they were too locked into the compelling focus of
the moment.
They hung like that for a long while. Then, Laura groaned
and relaxed the last small stretch of reserve. Both Tom
and jack sank one final quarter inch into her. Their
cocks touched through the thin membrane separating cunt
from colon. The contact was like the toss of a match into
a can of gasoline. All at once, they exploded. '
The two men hunched back simultaneously and then flung
themselves at one another through her, their cocks
converging, competing to see which could penetrate her
more deeply, which make the strongest impression. She
made a sound like that of a rusty nail being pulled from
an ancient board. She was hot, she was wet, she was open,
and two stiff sizzling cocks were up inside her, just
warming up to take her for a the ride of her life.
Laura lifted her mouth from Jack's and raised her head.
Jack brought his hand to her lips and slipped two fingers
past her teeth and onto her tongue. She began licking and
sucking his fingers as she would a cock. This enflamed
the men even more and their thrusts grew fiercer. They
pounded and sliced into her with such controlled fury
that she could no longer keep her head up and rested it
on Jack's shoulder. At that point, Jack and Tom found
themselves looking into each other's eyes.
"You should be about ready to do what you came here for,"
Tom said.
"Let's go for it," Jack replied.
The sound of their words roused Laura from the oblivion
where she'd begun to wander. She remembered who she was,
and what was happening. Although she'd been there for the
whole process, she was still somewhat astonished to find
herself being double-fucked by her husband and some a
strange young man. She also became aware that it wasn't
going to go on for very much longer.
This made her want it more, so she brought her hands down
behind her and pulled her ass cheeks apart, and reached
further and pressed her pussy lips apart. The gesture was
free and shameless, a complete offering of the inmost
recesses of the temple to the ravaging of a priapic
frenzy.
Tom ground into her, his cock probing her bowels, his
pubic bone bruising the base of her spine. She started to
move, a churning, shoveling motion. Jack lifted his ass
from the bed to press more deeply into her. All niceties
of identity dissolved and they were swept into the
orgasmic mood. They were in a state of pure rut, beyond
simple desire or lust. There was only the gnawing
convulsion of hunger for some ultimate fulfillment, some
absolute release.
They went on for half an hour, cresting and resting, each
swell and spasm of excitement more intense that the one
before. Until there came a moment when orgasm was
imminent. They all felt it and sounds burbled from their
mouths, giving way to long tremulous cries and wails as
the three of them were sucked into climax.
Tom felt his thighs and belly tingle, his scrotum
tighten. And even as his sperm began boiling and came
sailing out, he knew that Jack, like a mirror image, was
splashing his semen across the walls of Laura's cunt.
Laura whimpered as she contracted asshole and pussy,
covering the spurting shafts with kisses. There was a
deep powerful throbbing in her womb which sent ripples
through her entire body, making her tremble in an ongoing
delicate ecstasy.
They lay like that for a very long time before they were
willing to return to conventional reality. When they did,
the first thing that had to be dealt with was the bodies.
Tom pushed back with his arms and raised himself from the
pile. His cock slid out of Laura's ass. She twitched and
let out a sigh of disappointment.
A few moments later she rolled off Jack and onto her
back. Tom looked down at the two of them lying side by
side and they stared back at him. There was an awareness
that any word would cheapen the feelings of that moment
and no one wanted to be the first to speak.
Finally, Jack sat up. "Well, I guess I'll be going," he
said.
"Oh," Laura said. Suddenly she was embarrassed to be
lying naked with the two men. "I'll get dressed'" she
went on. "Why don't we all have coffee?" she concluded.
She hoisted herself off the bed. "Yes," she said, "I'll
get dressed and make some coffee."
The three of them sat in the kitchen, elbows on the
table. Jack told them that he'd quit his job a year
earlier and was now working for an escort service. He'd
given his sperm to the sperm bank two years before and
when Tom called him had forgotten that he'd done it or
why. He told them that this was by no means the only
threesome he'd been in. "But it sure was the kinkiest,"
he assured them in a way that made them feel
complimented.
When he left they told him they'd call to let him know if
the procedure had been successful. "Hey, anytime," he
said, "No charge." He jabbed Tom lightly in the ribs,
kissed Laura on the lips, and went off into the night.
Laura made more coffee and she and Tom took their cups
into the living room. They sat on the couch and sipped in
silence for a while.
"It was O.K.?" Laura asked at last.
"Well, we'll see. First we have to find out if you're
pregnant, and nine months later see what we've wrought,
and then one day explain to the k** that his real father
is a male hooker who dropped by one evening."
"Are ~you~ O.K.?" she asked.
"There were some hard moments, but I'm fine."
She laid her head on his shoulder. "There were a lot of
hard moments," she said.
He put his arm around her. "You got pretty wanton. How
could we help it?"
They sat quietly for a few more minutes, doing nothing
but breathing and feeling, letting the awareness of what
they'd just done sink in, realizing that they'd come
through it, still married, still in love, still wanting
one another.
"It's not something or is it that you might want to do
again. Just for fun," he said.
She let his question hang in the air for a while. Then
she brought one hand up to his chest and began rubbing
one nipple through the thin cloth of his shirt. "Not just
for fun," she said. She glanced up at him and their eyes
met. Their look was filled with confidence and delight.
"But why not have a couple of k**s?" she went on.
He leaned back and let his head sink into the top of the
couch. As Laura unbuttoned his shirt and slipped her hand
onto his skin, he closed his eyes and smiled. "Actually,
I've always wanted a large family," he said.
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Dani
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