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Part 1
My name is Albert. My wife Alice and I have been married for nine years and have a loving and strong marriage. We have five k**s, certainly more than most families have these days. They are ages 3, 4(Twins), 7, and 9. We may be having more, but that depends on what the future holds for us.

The number of c***dren we have is due to the steadfast love between my wife and I. We've had many past challenges, and still face daily, new challenges to our deep love from individuals who've sought to break up our marriage over the years. Their efforts started even before our wedding took place.

Prior to becoming engaged, Alice and I dated for two years. We were engaged for a year before the wedding.

During the entire three years, Alice refused to have sexual intercourse with me. She said it was improper for us to commit fornication prior to getting married. For the two years we dated steadily, there was no sex of any type between us, only steamy petting. Typically after dropping her off at her place after a date, I went home many nights with a tent pole in my pants and blue balls. During this time, she would only let me fondle her breasts through her clothes. I remember her letting me put my hand under her dress only once, and then she'd only let me fondle her hot furry pussy for a few moments.

After I put a two-carat engagement ring on her finger, she finally exposed her very delectable tits to me and allowed me the profound pleasure of handling and sucking on her mammary endowments. She knew I was a virgin, and wanted me to remain that way until our wedding night. However, to suppress my pleading to help me end the curse of my virginity - at least that was my opinion of it anyway - she came up with the idea of me performing oral sex on her and me stroking my prick for sexual satisfaction.

I'd seen pictures of guys giving head to women, but never had the opportunity to do it before. I confessed the same to Alice.

"I haven't experienced receiving head either Albert darling, so this will be a first for me also. However, let me show you how I think you should do it. C'mon, let’s get you on your knees while I take off my panties."

I was very excited at being able to see her pussy for the first time. She indeed was a true blond. Through her careful tutelage, I was eating my first hair pie, and my, was it very tasty.

The musk flavoured taste combined with her pleasurable moans and sighs, and the clamping of her shapely thighs around my head was a most pleasant environment for me to be in. I never dreamed sucking pussy could be so delightful. She held my head to her blond crotch ever so tightly until she had a very rousing orgasm.

I was so proud of myself for having tongued and sucked her so well.

While she was in the midst of her orgasmic afterglow, she looked at me dreamily and asked if I needed relief. Of course my prick was aching somewhat fierce.

"Please take it out darling. I'd like to see you jerk off for me." She said sweetly through dreamy eyes.

She heeded me on even when it was apparent I was somewhat embarrassed to do so in front of her. However, with my aching need and looking at her luscious blond bush, I soon got over it and was stroking away as she urged me on. She seemed rather excited for me also. That made me feel good too as I shot off my heated load.

Finally about three months before the wedding, she finally started handling my prick and would occasionally jerk me off for my much-needed relief from being aroused by her exceptional beauty.

Alice was a solid "10" in anybody's book. Our initial meeting was at a medical office, where she worked as an administrative assistant. I met her when I went in for a routine physical. As I was writing a check for the office visit, she gave me her name, phone number and asked me to call her that evening.

I was shocked beyond belief that the vivacious blond before me was taking even a second look at me, not to mention giving me her phone number without me asking for it. I was literally dumbfounded and in a mild state of shock and euphoria, simultaneously, at this wonderful and totally unexpected event in my rather uneventful daily routine. I counted the minutes until a suitable time to phone her that evening.

We started dating the next week. It wasn't until six months later that she revealed what first attracted her to me. It was because I was a 24-year-old virgin. She'd read my medical file. Somewhere in it, the doctor wrote down something to the effect I'd never engaged in intercourse.

She later told me that after getting to know me, she fell in love with my easy going, unassuming personality, and optimistic outlook on life. She confessed she wasn't a virgin due to a few silly high school romances.

"Albert, promise me you'll never cheat on me and remain just as sweet as you are now." She said to me the night we had our first passionate kiss, which was two months after our first date. It was official then that we were going steady.

I was floating on air for days after that.

During the three years prior to our getting married, I never spent as much time as I really wanted too with her. The primary reason was that she was trying to break off, in a gentle manner, relationships with four men she said she had been casually dating before we started going steady.

She and I usually dated on Wednesday nights and Sunday evenings. Since the days after each of our date days were workdays, our dates never lasted longer than 10:30 each night. She was busy during the rest of the week trying to slowly break the news to her other men friends. She told me how aggressive they were and that it would just have to take time to wean them away from the relationships.

I offered my assistance, but she told me that she must be courageous and do it herself.

She eventually showed me photos of the four. They were rather handsome and all looked athletic and tall. Their names were Ken, Kyle, Bob, and Ron.

The most shocking thing was that Ken and Ron were black. Mind you, I'm not prejudice, but I was just surprised that Alice, with her obviously demur personality would be dating black men - two rather handsome well built athletic ones at that.

Kyle had dark black hair and Bob was a red head.

After looking at their pictures, I wondered what she saw in me. They had it all over me any day of the week, for I was only five-seven, 125 pounds and nowhere as good looking as these guys. They all looked like rugged male models.

"Looks aren't everything Albert darling." Was Alice's reply to me when I asked why me, and not one of them. That made me feel so much better.

Not being overly aggressive, I had difficulty in asking how things were going in her weaning off her other boyfriends, especially since Alice seemed sensitive about me asking once before. That was after she went away on a weekend trip with one of them. I think it was with Ken.

"I'm working on it darling, don't worry." Her sexy voice put me at ease. However, when she next broke two of our scheduled dates because she was going away for a week long cruise with Ron, I began to worry that she was indeed having difficulty in letting them know about us.

Her seriousness in breaking off her relations with the guys plagued me for the whole time we were dating, and into our engagement. Yes, she was still dating them even when we were engaged. She still was going away on weekends with them up until two months before the wedding.

About seven weeks before the wedding, she let me know that she'd finally got it over to them that they were history, and that she and I were the current event. I'm glad she finally got them convinced. For this had gone on long enough and I was about to put my foot down. To formally let them know about us, she had them meet us at a relatively expensive, but favourite restaurant of ours, for dinner. She introduced them to me for the first time. Their pictures did them justice. They were just as muscular and handsome as their photos. To say I was psychologically intimidated by them, would be an understatement.

However, it was a cordial evening and each one congratulated me on being the lucky guy to get the prize, Alice that is. As a means of celebrating, they decided to give her a bachelorette party. Of course, I wouldn't be invited. They set it up for the following Saturday night. The four left Alice and I at the restaurant and thanked me for inviting them to join us for dinner. I was a bit upset that my fiancée gave each a rather passionate goodbye kiss as they each lined up to kiss her goodnight. Others in the restaurant also watched with surprise also. Particularly not only the extent of their kisses, but the fact that two of the men were black drew obvious attention.

Sitting beside her, it was rather apparent that each kisser's tongue probed the inside of her sweet mouth, as they each gave her what I considered indecent French kisses. To add insult to injury, little did I know that Alice had told them I was picking up the tab. My credit card took a wallop that evening.

"Albert darling, I think it was worth it so the guys now formally know I belong to you totally. Plus, they now know that you don't skimp when it comes to making me happy."

The last part of her statement had to do with her former boyfriends' concern that I couldn't keep her happy or that I loved her as much as they did.

"I assured them that you would keep me happy and that you loved me more than either one of them."

Even though it eventually took me three months to pay off the bill, her sweet sexy voice and words of praise convinced me it was a good investment.

However, aside from that, I was pleased that things were heading in the right direction for us. Now everything was clear for my dream girl to become my wife.

The wedding went off without a hitch and we had a wonderful honeymoon in Puerto Rico.

A slight irritation was that Alice was not on the pill and presented me with a large box of condoms on our honeymoon. I had so desperately wanted to get into her juicy pussy, skin to skin, with only cunt juice between us. However, even with the latex barrier, she was very hot and wet. In order to give her the full pleasure she expected and needed, I had to use my lips and tongue far more than my prick, which she smiled at as she mentioned how cute my "little fellow" was. She said that often during our honeymoon.

Upon returning home we went about the business of setting up house and began the routine of being married.

Now that we were husband and wife, there were many questions I wanted to ask of my new bride that I was uneasy about asking before. I wanted to know more about her relationships with Ken, Kyle, Bob and Ron during the three years before our marriage.

However, before I could get around to asking her, she let me know that the guys had been coming around to see how marriage life was treating us. They first started coming while I was at work. Alice had been looking for a new job and wasn't currently working.

I thought that was nice of them, but I finally got up the nerve to her to tell them that it might be more appropriate if they came by when I was home.

"I do believe you're jealous darling. I like that. That means you really are in love with me." She said as she kissed me on the cheek. I liked her playful ways.

"Anyway, I've invited them all over tonight. They should be here in about a half hour. I wanted them to know about something special for us."

"Special? What?"

"That we're going to have a baby." She cooed as she formed her arms into a cradle and pretended to be rocking an imaginary infant.

"W-What!" I surprised myself at how loud I cried out.

"Yes darling, I'm almost six weeks pregnant."

"S-Six weeks! W-Why t-that means y-you were preg..." at that point I realized I'd married a pregnant bride. I became speechless.

She went on to let me know that the blessed event happened at the bachelorette party her four previous boyfriends had given her. She didn't know it until she got there that she was to be the only attendee, other than them. She also revealed that she didn't know which one of the four was the father.

"They all thought that it would be a good way to get our family started. However, the real reason they persuaded me to let them inseminate me was that they thought it would be a good way to see if you really loved me as much as I told them you did." She said softly.

"What! O-Of course I-I love you Alice, b-but this is-is so unexpected a-and y-you know it's h-humiliating don't you?"

"How darling?"

"W-Well I mean, y-y-you having a baby from one of them m-makes me a-a... I-I guess you call it a cuckold. Plus w-with you not e-even knowing which one is the father, I-I..."

"Not yet, but when the baby is born, we will." She replied matter-of-factly looking at me as if I'd said something totally stupid.

"Y-You're going to h-have... w-what if the baby is-is black?"

Alice let me know that in no uncertain terms, she'd planed on having the baby even if it turned out to be black, or that my professed love for her wasn't as deep as I had vowed. She quickly wanted to know if I was prejudice. I emphatically let her know I wasn't. With that out of the way we got into such issues as trust and honesty and not holding anything back from each other.

"You do have a point darling. I should've told you what happened at the bachelorette party, but would you have still married me?"

When I stammered in replying she was quick to capitalize on my hesitant answer.

"See! Maybe the guys were right. Maybe your love isn't as deep as you've professed. And to add insult to injury, just a few days ago at the altar, you vowed to accept me for better or worse. Because of your vow, it really shouldn't matter what happened at that party. Anyway, I was only trying to prove the honour of your love, and look at how you're treating me."

Before I could respond to her statement, the doorbell rang. Our conversation was interrupted.

Ken, Kyle, Bob and Ron had arrived with little baby gifts and were congratulating us both. It was such a surreal atmosphere as the four, without shame, in addition to congratulating me, handled my wife as if she was theirs. Unfortunately, she initiated the action and encouraged them to feel her tits and tummy, which had a very slight, barely noticeable protrusion, which I hadn't really noticed before.

I was also very upset that they apparently knew about the blessed event before I did.

I sat quietly, and totally humiliated, as the guys talked about the bachelorette party and who came how often, and who shot the most cum in my wife's juicy cunt. I couldn't believe my ears. They also placed bets as to which one sired the "bun" in the oven. It was as if I wasn't there.

During the discussions that were going on around me, it was clear that if I divorced her, they wouldn't be too unhappy about it. Apparently, they'd convinced my new bride that my love for her wasn't as strong as she said it was. Their implication was that I couldn't weather her having one of their babies. She told them my love was deep and true and that it wouldn't matter. In other words, she accepted the thrown gauntlet to defend my love for her.

Even though anyone of the four could've trounced me like a rag doll, I was seething with anger at what was taking place around me. I was fed up and couldn't take it anymore. I decided to act. I summoned enough nerve and asked them politely to leave after they'd been there about 45 minutes.

"They're our guests, Albert darling. They're an important part of this since they were responsible for creating this situation." My wife said in response to my carefully worded invite for the four to leave.

"Yeah man, one of us did all the work and you get all the credit. See Alice, he doesn't appreciate you. We told you marrying him was the wrong thing to do. You need a man like me. One who wouldn't worry about whose baby it is, but whether does it make you happy to have it. That's how strong my love is" Boasted Ron in an outspoken manner.

"No, I'm the better man for you Alice. I know my love is stronger than the others and your pipsqueak hubby there. A beautiful fox like you can have as many k**s as you want from other guys, just as long as you save a little bit of your love for me. Now that's true love." Yelled Bob.

Ken and Kyle soon added their rowdy statements to the other "who loved Alice the most" declarations. I soon found myself on the defensive as to whether my love for my new bride was strong as that of her ex-boyfriends.

"I-I love her a great deal." I replied to Kyle, when he caught me off guard asking me just how much did I Love my new bride.

"See that Alice, he's waffling. He don't love you as much as any one of us." Spoke Bob.

"Yeah! Drop the zero and get yourself a hero." I think Ken is the one who shouted that phrase out, for I was so shaken by their words that I became befuddled as I tried to speak amidst their noisy clamouring to let my wife know that each one was the best one for her. However, a common theme was that any of them were better than me.

Frustrated that I was not as adroit at throwing out snappy statement as they were, I sat red faced and bewildered at what was going on.

"Okay you guys, enough is enough, pipe down!" My wife shouted loudly. "Albert is my husband now. I belong to him. You guys had your chance and didn't take advantage of the opportunity to ask for my hand. I know Albert loves me, and he'll do whatever it takes to show me his love is genuine. So you guys just back off."

I was moved by my wife's words and extremely pleased at her timely intervention.

I knew the real story now. The guys were intentionally trying to break us up by impregnating my wife. I concluded that even though my beautiful new bride was a willing party to their insemination of her, she did it to prove the strength of my love for her. I was determined not to let her down.

After they left, Alice came over and sat on my lap. I felt totally different about us after they left. My anger had not only dissipated, but I'd resigned myself to the fact that in order to keep my new bride, the baby she was carrying was part of the package too. I let her know my
feelings.

"Alice, I'm sorry for getting angry. I-I better understand what's going on now. They're really jealous of us. They're envious of you marrying me instead of one of them. That's why they talked you into letting them impregnate you at that party. I should've known you were too weak to resist them. After all, it took you almost three years to let them know about us, and convince them you were no longer available." I said in a confident tone.

"I'm glad you're so astute honey. I do have a weakness with them." She whispered in my ear as she kissed and embraced me warmly.

We talked further about how to deal with her old boyfriends in the future, if they dropped by to interfere with our marriage. As we did so, I thought to myself of one consolation that came out of all this. That at least now, I could put it in my new bride, unencumbered by rubber, since she was now pregnant.

I told Alice that in order to let Ken, Kyle, Bob and Ron know that they couldn't break up our marriage we had to come up with a strategy.

It was her idea for us to practice a non-v******e political technique called aggressive passiveness and assertive non-interference.

"What?" I asked.

"It's simply a technique where you ignore or play along with what your political adversary does. You do so to let them see that what they're doing doesn't faze or deter you. In turn, when they determine that it's a useless expenditure of their time and resources, they give up interfering with you."

I marvelled at the simplicity, yet brilliance, of what she said. However, I didn't like the way this policy of aggressive passiveness and assertive non-interference was going to be carried out.

First of all, it would entail me ignoring their lascivious lusty sneaky ways of trying to break us apart. By doing so, they would see that I was not getting frazzled or wasting my time worrying about their silly antics. Instead, it would show that I was secure in my manhood and had no reservations about the love my wife had for me. Additionally, my non-interference with them would demonstrate the solidity and strength of our marriage, no matter what they did.

On the other hand, Alice was to eagerly give into their demands and permit them to have their way with her as proof of the depth of my unselfish love and trust of her.

I wasn't happy about her idea, but Alice seemed to think it would work effectively. I didn't have anything better to offer, so I very reluctantly agreed to try it out. Besides, she'd already set the initial groundwork for the strategy by letting her former boyfriends impregnate her.

"Darling, I'm so glad I married a man who understands intelligent tactics and stratagems. And thank you for loving me so. I don't know what I'd do without you." Alice said as she kissed me and praised my agreeing to her plan.

Over the next few months, Ken, Kyle, Bob and Ron dropped by our home, usually unannounced, including when I was home. They'd come in and made themselves at home.

It was not unusual for one of them to have my wife sit on their lap. They'd raise her maternity top to check on her swelling tummy, while she and I were watching TV. It bothered me a bit when any of the four started doing that. They also did other things including caressing her belly, fondling her heavy swollen tits, and fingering her cunt. However, I soon got accustomed to their actions since it was happening so frequently. Until she had to stop having sex in the eight month, it was not unusual for them to lead her by the hand to our bedroom and fuck her while I was left watching TV or reading the newspaper.

Sometimes, especially on Friday nights and the weekend, all four of them would be there together, at all hours of the night and day, to check on her and to fuck her in the process. Often, those waiting their turn to be with her, would carry on small talk with me as one or more of them would be in the master bedroom fucking my wife.

Alice told me I would get use to this technique of aggressive passiveness and assertive non-interference. I was amazed at how right she was. Soon I was desensitized at my wife essentially being their slut. I think I could see it in the mood and faces of her former boyfriends that they took her for granite as being an easy piece of ass. She said, because of that, they'd soon get tired of her and stop coming over altogether to fuck her.

I was hoping it would be sooner than later.

"Look at the bright side darling, with all the help you're getting, you haven't had to work your tongue as much. Have you?" She said smiling as she pecked me on the cheek.

I could only blush and softly reply that she was right.

It hurt a bit to know that her former boyfriends didn't have to eat her pussy to get her off, like I did. They were very skilled cocksmen. She told me so. In fact they didn't suck her cunt at all.

"Don't be silly dear, just think of it as another reason that they know they can't take me away from you darling. It shows them that you're willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done. They aren't willing to give a commitment like that." She replied, when I told her how bad I felt about her telling them I had to eat her muff to satisfy her, and that they were far better in the prick department than I. Her words were a needed boost to my fracture ego. My wife delivered a 7-pound boy who looked just like Kyle. He won the pot they'd put up for the bet. I thought it was nice of him to split it with me.

Not that I'm prejudice, but I felt relieved that the baby was white. I'd been on needles and pins the whole time Alice was pregnant, worried about the problem of having to deal with us having to explain my wife having a black baby.

After my wife returned from the hospital and we were getting use to the routine of having a new baby in the house, Ken, Kyle, Bob, and Ron would drop by to see Kyla, which my wife named him. She said naming him after the biological father would send a signal to her former boyfriends. The indication being that we weren't afraid of others knowing they'd convinced her to get pregnant by one of them, since it was with the intent that it'd ruin our marriage, which it didn't.

She let me know that we were a solid partnership and that nothing her former boyfriends did, would break her love for her husband or cause her to leave me. Her strong words of resolve really boosted my self-esteem.

Alice got her figure back in no time by exercising and dieting. She looked as beautiful as ever.

This just added fuel to the fire for Ken, Kyle, Bob and Ron. It was not unusual for them to convince her to get all dolled up and go out with one, or all, of them on the town to prove that I didn't love her enough to let her have such freedom.

I wanted to get a babysitter and go along with them, but my wife wouldn't hear of it and insisted I stay home.

"I'd feel so much better if you cared for our son while the fellows require me to go out partying as part of their silly antics in saying you don't love me enough to let me do so. Plus, if they know you're here doing that, they'll know you're more of a man than any of them are."

My chest automatically rose with pride as my wife praised me while her four former beaus watched and listened.

I was holding Kyla in my arms at the time. She gave he and I each a quick, but loving, light peck on our foreheads. She did it in a way so as not to disturb her beautiful makeup. She then said goodbye and walked out the door with Kyla's real father and her three other former boyfriends.

ANOTHER BUNDLE OF JOY
I was still using condoms as my wife was still not using the pill and she didn't like using a diaphragm.

Our son was four months old when she told me the news.

"The fellows kept telling me that they knew for sure your love wasn't deep enough for me to have another of their babies. And I said you were. They said I was bluffing and threw down the gauntlet again. Albert, as I was defending the honour of your love for me, as well as our marriage, I let Ken, Bob, and Ron have me unprotected tonight. They will continue to sex me until I test pregnant. It was decided that since Kyle had already fathered Kyla, he would be excluded this time. Kyle of course, like you, will have to use rubbers until I'm confirmed pregnant."

I wasn't pleased that the guys were starting a new offensive at trying to break Alice away from me. I was very pleased at her defending my honour and love for her. I just didn't like the way it was being done.

I was also worried about the black white thing too. Here again, not because I'm prejudice, but that I didn't want to have to deal with the hassle of having to face the problem of my wife delivering a black baby.

She tested pregnant about six weeks later. Again the guys formed a pool of money as they bet on who was the real father. Again as before, they went through the ritual of coming by to feel up and grope my wife as she began to swell up in a mother-to-be way. They of course sexed her up until the doctor told her to stop having intercourse prior to delivery.

My wife really put her best on the outside as she accommodated their demands for frequent sex. She said she wasn't happy about letting them fuck and sex her so wantonly, but she felt she had to let them know that they couldn't break us apart with their sexy looks, robust sexual stamina, and big cocks.

Again I was on needles and pins as I waited for the delivery date.

"Honey, you shouldn't worry in the least about our baby being black. If I have a little chocolate drop of joy, it will further demonstrate even more so that you love me." My wife said in reply to my concern about our newest family addition possibly being black.

This time Alice delivered a girl. It was clear that it was Bob's c***d since he was the only red head. Alice named our new daughter Bobbie Jean. Again, I was relieved that at least the baby was white, even if not mine.

I was sure the four guys would finally leave us alone, now that it was abundantly clear, Alice and I were strong enough to handle all of their thwarting attempts to interfere and weaken our unshakable marriage.

However, it didn't stop them from doing tawdry, raunchy silly things like calling me to give messages to my wife from them. If they couldn't reach me directly at the office, or home, they'd leave messages on our home answering machine for me to call them back.

"Dear, you know if you don't return their calls they're going to take it as a sign of weakness." My wife advised me when I told her I wasn't going to dignify their silly actions by making return calls to them.

To make sure that I wasn't afraid of them, I did as my wife advised and returned every one of their calls and even, at her insistence, gave them my cell phone number. Even though it showed them I wasn't intimidated by them, it did cost me to take their calls on my cell phone. That really bothered me, but my wife thought it was worth the costs.

An example of one of their messages would be: "Hey Al old buddy, give your slut wife a message for me, will ya? Tell her, no panties, no bra, I'll pick her up at nine. Also, don't wait up for her. And by the way, lay out that dark blue micro mini dress for her to wear... you know, the thigh high one I bought her that has a hemline that's even with the bottom of her pussy."

As you can see, such messages were meant to be emotionally inflammatory and cause me to be jealous as well create a rift in our loving marital relationship.

They didn't achieve their objective. In fact, in regard to my wife's dates with her antagonistic old boyfriends, she even asked me to help her prepare for them.

I at first thought it was just an additional bitter pill for me to swallow in this whole unfortunate matter, but my wife kept reminding me we had to fight the battle the way we were doing.

"Dear, I know you may get a little weary being in the roles of a baby sitter to our k**s and a housekeeper too, when the fellows insist I go out with them. But honey, it also means a great deal to me for you to be a part of giving me emotional support too, as I prepare to do battle with them. Just knowing you're helping me get ready for my dates with them, even though it's so they can have their way with me, really helps my mental outlook and morale to keep fighting the battle."

I didn't want to cause my wife's morale to decline, so I acted like a good soldier and did what I could to assist her. She had me doing such things as paint her nails, brushing her hair, cleaning or polishing her high heels, or selecting sensuous sheer undergarments or a sexy dress for her to wear. I also occasionally had to iron a blouse or dress for her while she would be showering, especially if one of the old boyfriends called and only gave her a short time to get ready for a date.

In addition to the above, I'd already been doing what she lovingly referred to as her "pussy barbering". That is keeping her natural blond pussy bush neatly trimmed and shaped. Another thing she required me to perform, which sort of grew into a ritual before she left on any of her dates with the four guys, was me kneeling, saying "I loved her" and kissing her cunt.

She said that really boosted her morale each time I did that. She seems to have this sparkle in her eyes each time I looked up from my kneeling position after kissing her manicured cunt as she wished.

Part 2
I do get a bit sad at times knowing that I've put so much effort in my pussy barbering only for one of her ex-boyfriends to enjoy it first by using his big tool to make her well manicured pretty blond bush all wet, messy, and slimy, not to mention stretching as well as making her cunt raw and inflamed.

However, even with all the consternation caused by them, I thought it was becoming obvious that her old boyfriends were indeed tiring of bothering with us and were going to let us be. I say that because, for ten straight days neither of them called or came by. Not only did my wife need the rest from being their concubine and whore, we both needed a rest from their constant harassment. I thought sure now that at last we were on the road to marital bliss. I was also sure now we could start planning to have our own c***d, to go with the two we'd had with the help of her former boyfriends. That was not to be.

The reason they hadn't been interfering is because they'd all been out of town for some reason or the other, in regard to their jobs. Our daughter was slightly over 11 months old when my wife's former boyfriends started another round of manoeuvres against our marriage. I could see they were again serious about taking my wife from me.

It started one Saturday night when they and my wife came in around 3AM. I had just gotten our daughter back to sleep after giving her a bottle, and was on my way back to bed when they walked in. My wife looked in total disarray. There were milky stains on the bodice area of the expensive black mini dress she wore, as well as the smell of jism in her hair. I presumed the four had probably wiped pussy juice from their cocks with her hair. As from previous outings, I knew she'd been thoroughly fucked by the four. She came in my arms and gave me a passionate kiss. Her kiss reeked of alcohol. I also knew she'd recently sucked one of their cocks by other odours on her breath. There was also the fresh taste of semen on her tongue and gums. I'd experienced this before so I was undaunted by it. I was just glad she was back in my arms, even if sexually used and well fucked.

"Darling, you're so good to come home to." She said sweetly, as she broke the slimy kiss. As she did so, a ropy thread of goo, more than likely jism mixed with saliva, briefly extended between our parting lips.

"Honey, the guys are at it again. They say your love still isn't as deep as you profess. I told them it was and that you would have no hesitation in proving it."

I was about to speak when my wife put a finger to my lips. I kept quiet as she told me what they said I wouldn't do to prove my continuing love. I looked at her wide-eyed, after she told me what was desired of me. I'd never done that before. What they wanted would be humiliating to do even without her four former boyfriends standing there. With them looking on, it would be totally degrading. They'd really sunk low this time.

I also was bothered by what Alice didn't say. However, I guess that little matter was an obvious and foregone conclusion and that this current matter had to be addressed first. The four guys were all standing around us as she still had her hands around my neck, at arm’s length, looking in my eyes with a most pleasant smile on her face.

I quickly glanced the faces of her four previous boyfriends, who were standing in a semi-circle around us. I could see the beginning look of victory smiles on their faces. That did it. I knew I had to do what had to be done, no matter how degrading. I couldn't let my wife down, after all she had committed the honour of our marriage, so to speak. I nodded and softly let her know she was correct.

"I knew I could count on you darling." She replied before telling me how to position myself as she hiked up what little hem there was of the micro mini she wore. She was wearing no panties, so it was easy for her to position her moist, hot, gluey, jism smeared blond pussy bush over my upturned face, as I knelt before her. It was rather obvious she'd been the target of heavy sustained sexing. The smell of her messy bush was ripe and gamy, yet had an enticing stronger exotic feminine odour, than I was accustomed to.

I let my tongue delve into the hot wet gaping pouting folds of her slimy, raw, very fucked muff. The taste of her was very much different with the flavourings of her former boyfriends' cock and cum. The taste was stronger than her jism flavoured kisses, but yet palatable. I remember it took a bit of time getting acclimated to kissing her cock-sucking, semen coated lips and tongue, but I did. I suspected I'd have to get use to this too.

With the suction of my lips, I began to draw out the remnants of what was apparently a sizeable load of hot jism that hadn't too long been shot deep up into Alice's luscious snatch.

I grasped her naked buttocks as I orally administered to her. She moaned very sensuously and came so loud that I was sure it would wake the baby. I was lucky, it didn't.

Her four former boyfriends left after I rose triumphant from my knees. My face was smeared with slimy fuck juices. I beamed a broad smile as I saw the obvious looks of disappointment on their faces. They left our house smiling, but I knew they were smiles of defeat.

Alice and I left the room arm in arm, content with one more victory over our marital antagonists.

"Honey that was so wonderful. You really ate their cum out of me good, really, really good. It felt so good to have you do it with them standing there watching. You gave me a super good come too. They know now for sure that you're seriously committed to this marriage by willingly eating and cleaning up their jism from my cunt as they watch you. Darling, to make sure they never forget your marital devotion, I want you to suck my pussy from now on after they fuck me. It'll clearly signal to them that my pussy belongs to you, no matter who fucks me." My wife said as she wiped the drying melded fuck juices from my face.

In the bed, as my wife laid back wearily, she parted her legs to receive me, and handed me a condom almost simultaneously.
I had expected this.

"I know you knew by the mere fact I had cum in me, the guys have challenged us again. That is, that our marriage can't stand another baby from them. Well anyway, they kept pestering me about it and calling you all sorts of names. I held my temper as long as I could. However, I couldn't take it when they called you a wimpy chicken. That's when I stood up to them darling and told them they could do me again, so we could prove them wrong one more time. In fact Albert, this challenge also covers two pregnancies. Since it'll only be Ken and Ron doing me this time, the one that is not the father the first time, will have a chance to do me for the second pregnancy."

This bit of news was like a double whammy. I wasn't happy about what I was hearing in the least. There was no uncertainty now about my worse fear becoming reality. There were going to be black babies in our growing family, since Ken and Ron were both black.

"Well on the plus side, you won't have to worry if the baby will be white this time darling." Said Alice, as I looked dejected by this latest turn of events.

"It was their combined cum you sucked out of me tonight honey. Like you, Kyle and Bob will wear rubbers until... well, you know the routine." My wife said yawning.

I resigned myself to the challenge being accepted by my wife was for both of us, that is, in response to this latest gauntlet being thrown down. The honour of our marriage had again been committed. I slipped on the rubber and decided to instead concentrate on getting what others had been enjoying all evening.

As was her usual practice, my wife checked to ensure that my condom was on securely.

Not only was Alice's cunt loose, she was not that responsive. Bless her heart, I knew she was tired from partying with her former boyfriends to demonstrate to them the strength of our love and solidity of our marital bond. She was asleep, as I humped her with a prick far smaller than those that had gone before me. I suckled on her well groped, cum smeared tits and finally shot off, with a pleasurable sigh, into the prophylactic I wore.

LIFE GOES ON
Twins resulted from Alice's third pregnancy. Ken was the father. She named them Kenny and Kenna. The next year, the fourth pregnancy was of course due to Ron. It was a boy, so he was simply named Ronald II.

Of course all the c***dren carry my last name and I accept them as mine and treat them as such. My wife and the guys constantly praise me for what a good daddy I am. I spend a lot of quality time with the k**s. I'm their baby-sitter when my wife is out proving to the guys that just because she's acting like a slut for them, our marriage is solid, very intact, and they don't have a chance of tearing up apart.

Our c***dren grew on me and it didn't take me long to get use to being the daddy of three coffee coloured and two white k**s. I discovered no matter which colour, k**s are the same. However, when we as a family were out together, say at a grocery store, and someone might ask if our three coffee coloured bundles of joy were adopted, my wife would quickly let them know she was their natural mother. She also sort of worked it in that she had them while we were married. I often would cringe and blush when she revealed that bit of information.

There would always be that certain look directed at both of us, especially me. No matter how many times I got that look, I always had a hard time dealing with being thought of as an obvious cuckold. It seemed to not be a problem for her at all. Whenever I would try to admonish her for being too open in telling others about our situation, she would give me the same message, even though it might be worded differently.

"Albert honey, it only shows that our love is solid, and a little thing as me having babies by other men, while we're married, just shows you're not an insecure or apprehensive husband. That's all. Please don't make mountains out of mole hills darling."

ONE MORE CHALLENGE
Alice's four old boyfriends are pretty much convinced that it's useless to try and break up this very strong marriage Alice and I have. However, they still come around with an occasional challenge and try to shame Alice and I into accepting them.

One of their latest little dirty tricks was betting I wasn't man enough or loved her enough to kiss her when she had a mouthful of Ken's jism. I was dismayed at such a raunchy low life thing even being suggested. It was bad enough I was sucking their cum from her luscious pussy. I urged Alice to not dignify their request with an answer. Almost immediately the four began calling me a chicken and making clucking noises.

"See! We told you were marrying a wimp and a coward Alice. Do you pick up a lot of his feathers when you vacuum the carpet." Yelled Kyle. The four broke out in resounding laughter.

My face became flush with anger. Alice had a slight smile on her face as she walked over and put her arm around me. She whispered in my ear amidst the loud laughter.

"Darling, we must do it. I can't let them get away with ridiculing you like that. We must present a united front. Sometimes you have to fight fire with fire. You'll be fine, after all, you do eat their cum out of my pussy. This will be pretty simple for you. I have faith in you baby. OK?"

Even though I agreed with her about me doing her delectable pussy with their stuff in it, I tried to dissuade her from reacting to this latest dirty trick of a challenge from them.

"Albert, are you sure you aren't what they call you? Maybe they're right about you. Here I am willing to embarrass and degrade myself again totally for your sake, and you're willing to still walk away without a fight, and to make matters worse, I'm doing all the work. I'm sucking his dick, not you. All you have to do is kiss me and swallow. It's not like you're sucking his dick. Are they right about the man I married?"
Alice's words were persuasive, and before I knew it, I found myself on the defensive in reference to my manliness. I gave up trying to sort out what was right or what was wrong with this whole scene. For now, the woman I cared about and loved, was starting to have doubts about me. I knew I had to act, no matter how I felt. I knew I couldn't let her down, no matter that I was still angry with her old boyfriends for causing this situation. I hung my head and said, "You can count on me Alice. T-They're wrong. I-I'd never let you down."

"That's better darling, I knew you'd do the right thing and stand up to them." Alice replied as she whispered in my ear. She also kissed me before announcing "My husband and I have decided to accept your silly challenge to let you all know, that it takes more than a big dick and some jism to come between us or make us back down from demonstrating our love for each other."

I stood silently by and didn't say a thing as she accepted their challenge and knelt before Ken as he dropped his pants and exposed what had to be the largest penis and set of balls I've ever seen on a man.

While Kyle, Bob, Ron, and I watched, Alice knelt between Ken's knees and began showering kisses and licks to his large erecting black penis. His member was a superb specimen of manhood. The shiny, stretched and bloated bulbous dick head was rather sizeable, and my wife's saliva made it even glossier as she playfully lapped and suckle it. I cringed over and over as I watched her tongue flick in and out of the eye of his dick head.

This was the first time I'd seen his tool, even though my wife has described it to me often. Ken has the largest dick of the four. She often shows me how he's stretched her cunt with his large prick after he's fucked and flooded her with his copious loads.

The blowjob she performed on his ebony prick rivalled any XXX video I'd ever seen. It was so sloppy and juicy as her saliva drooled from her lips as she eagerly worked on his stiff dick. I hated it, but the sight of her very white skin, contrasted to his darker complexion, combined with the sensuous sucking sounds of her actions, caused me to get an involuntary hard-on.

The wanton eager licking, lapping and suckling as she laved juicy adoration up and down his lengthy rigid black shaft, sent shivers through me, and right down to my much, much smaller, but very stiff prick.

The other thing that bothered me was that she seemed to maintain frequent eye contact with me as she eagerly worked on his huge erection. Looking into her eyes while she handled, fondled, and orally caressed his awesome member and balls, made me feel so inadequate. The smile on her face didn't help matters either. When our eyes met, it was I who broke contact first, as I hung my head to divert my eyes away from the scene before me. It would usually be for a short while, because what was going on before me demanded to be seen.

Seeing her so lovingly and tenderly lap, lick, and slowly mouth his rather large hairy dark brown balls horrified, as well as excited me. She lingered on each of the two orbs for what seemed like an eternity. I knew the pang of emasculation and discontent was present on my face. I know the four guys were glad to see that. It was just so hard for me pretending otherwise.

You see, Alice had never come close to doing the same for me I was observing her doing before me now. On my birthday, and maybe as part of our anniversary lovemaking, she may have given my small peter a peck or two with her pretty lips. However, she'd never given my less impressive equipment the royal treatment this black man was receiving before my eyes and the others.

I made it a point to ask that she do the same for me after the others left.

As Ken closed his eyes, moaned loudly, and began ejaculating in her pretty sucking mouth, my wife gathered and held the spewing, thick, viscous, fresh load of white slime in her mouth. The other thing that got to me was that she seems to be looking right at me the whole time he was filling her mouth with what seemed like endless spurts of his hot cum.

I hated watching the scene because the sight and sound of what was happening almost made me come in my shorts.

Having collected his huge load as best she could, Alice rose from her knees and came over to me with her bloated jaws full of the outpouring of Ken's big black balls.

I didn't notice it until she was about to put her mouth on mine, that there was a gluey dollop of semen hanging from the corner of her tightly clenched, red lipstick coated lips. It got compressed and added to the sliminess of the passionate, very sloppy, French kiss, she gave me, until all of his cum was transferred from her mouth to mine. There was quite a bit of it. Even though quite upset, I couldn't help but be impressed by the quantity of it. I swallowed all of his still warm, creamy, pudding thick, jism.

The taste of almost pure semen is much stronger than when mixed with pussy juice, but I didn't have any problem adjusting to the taste of the fresh load.

Again, we were triumphant in beating the four at their own game. I smiled victoriously as I licked some residual remnants of his viscous sperm from my lips. I relished the look of defeated smiles on their faces.

To rub it in, my wife boasted that we'd do that as often as they required, as a way of letting them know our love was complete.

"And Albert will swallow as many blowjob loads from my mouth as you four can give me. Won't you darling?" She said looking at me with dreamy eyes and an air of confidence.

"Yes darling, I will." I replied back somewhat slowly, pretending I had the same level of confidence as she, even though I was groaning mentally at what I was agreeing to.

There were many, many more loads I sucked from her sweet lips since that first time.

ALONE AT LAST OR A TENDER MOMENT
Being true to my own promise, after our four tormentors left, I asked my wife to give me a "sloppy blowjob" just like I'd witnessed her give a short while earlier.

"WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM? A WHORE! YOU THINK I'M A SLUT DON'T YOU? I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! YOU DON'T HAVE MORE RESPECT FOR ME THAN THAT?"

It was obvious that I'd struck a sensitive nerve with my request. I was not only caught off guard at her vehement reaction, but also cowed, as she firmly stood before me and violently shook her finger at me, as she continued delivering her tirade of words. I wondered if I shouldn't have used the word "sloppy" to describe blowjob.

"DO YOU THINK I ENJOY ACTING LIKE A SLUT? ... OR THAT I GET PLEASURE OUT OF BEING RELENTLESSLY SCREWED BY FOUR BIG DICK MEN JUST TO SHOW THEM THAT YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN THEY EVER COULD!"

I hastily and timidly offered as sincere an apology as I could muster and inject into the torrent of words being directed at me.

"Apology accepted." My wife replied as she calmed down more quickly than I thought she would. I'd never seen her so angry before.

"Albert darling, I didn't mean to yell, but you know our love means so much to me and I just hate it when the guys keep telling me I made a mistake in marrying you. I just see it as necessary for me to show them that you do love me, no matter the cost of what I have to do to prove them wrong. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. So when I hear you asking me to do for you, the same lascivious, indecent, wanton, sluttish acts I routinely do for them, it really upsets me. I just don't expect you to see or treat me as a slut, the way they do. After all honey, I am your wife."

She truly made me feel guilty for what I'd asked of her. I could tell that my lovely wife felt betrayed by me as she continued to let me know her feelings.

"You know Albert, I suspect in your heart, you think I acted like a slut with the guys before I met you. It's simply not true. Of course, I don't have any way of proving it, since they'd never tell the truth under the current circumstances. I wonder if you can really see how upset they are that I married you, rather than one of them."

The sincerity and depth of my wife's hurt at my actions really made me feel even more blameworthy. I chided myself for being so callous.

As we embraced, kissed and made up, I repeatedly apologized for being driven by my lust and promised my wife I would not be so insensitive again.

"Please make sure you don't do it again darling." Alice said softly, but in a somewhat stern tone, as she gave me another juicy kiss. I was so glad to have been forgiven by her. Her embrace made me feel so much better. Our kisses still had the flavour of Ken's semen.

"Honey, I'm rather tired and still a bit tense from our little spat about you wanting me to be sluttish. Do you mind making me a martini?"

"Oh no, not in the least. I'd be glad to dear." I replied. I was eager to do anything to let my wife know I was truly apologetic for asking her to do for me, the same vulgar sex acts she did for the guys.

"Thanks. You're such a dear. Please bring it in the den. I want to sit by the fireplace."

I returned with her drink and also one for myself. Not only was I tense from her reaction to me asking her for a blowjob, I was also horny. I hadn't had a chance to have sex with my wife for over two weeks. She'd been so busy proving to her former boyfriends how much I loved her and that I wouldn't fall out of love with her no matter how they sexually used her.

The light cast by the flickering flames created a very romantic and cosy setting in our combination family room and den. The k**s were over at her mother's place so we were all alone. I just knew this would be conducive to getting my wife in the mood for sex with me.

"Thanks." She replied as I handed her the drink.

"Hmmmm, you really make a great martini, Albert darling. This is just what I need, after all the guys put me through this afternoon while you were at work, not to mention what you saw them do to me this evening. By the way, you were marvellous the way you kissed all Ken's cum out of my mouth. You were always a good kisser anyway. He shoots a lot of thick stuff doesn't he?"

I half-heartedly acknowledged that she was correct, as I had no interest in talking about Ken's jism, especially since I'd really been an unwilling and coerced recipient of it.

"Darling, do you mind kneeling and massaging my feet? It would feel so good to have you do that."

I did as my wife desired of me. As I began to kneel, with drink in hand, I couldn't help but admire how sensuous she looked. She was lying back in the recliner and the hem of her very short skirt was hiked up to the upper part of her inviting and slightly parted white fleshy thighs. From the vantage point on my knees, the sight of her bare pussy caused my aching prick to palpitate. I proceeded with the massage.

She'd started me doing this for her over the last few years. Since, when she came in from dates with the guys, her feet would be tired from having had danced with all four of them so much. She loves to dance.

I had to admit, I was getting pretty good at massaging her shapely feet.

"Ohoooo... Hmmmmmm... Yessss... That's sooooo good." Her moans were so sensuous and sexy. My prick was throbbing something fierce now.

I did one foot, then the other. She rested one foot on one of my shoulders while I was massaging the other. Her moans and sighs of pleasure continued as I kneaded the soft bottoms of her soles.

As I massaged her foot, her peeking cunt was even more visible and inviting.

"That felt so wonderful. Thank you dear. Would you mind doing something else for my feet?"

"Sure. What do you want me to do, massage them some more?"

"No darling, I want to give each foot some nice long kisses."

"K-Kisses?" I said as I looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Yes honey, just give my feet some deep kisses. That would be the perfect complement to your wonderful massage. Pretty pleasssseee." She cooed. She sounded so sweetly.
How could I resist, even if it was out of the ordinary for her to ask me to do that.

I proceeded to kiss the last foot that I'd massaged as it was still in my hand.

I can just imagine how strange I looked on my knees doing what I was doing.

It was easy lavishing wet kisses on the instep and toes, but when she directed me to lick and kiss the bottoms of her feet, I felt a strange momentary sense of subservience. I just knew it had to be me, because I knew that Alice loved me too much too much to even think of subjugating me.

"That was delightful, now the other one." My wife said.

"As I let go of the foot I'd just orally adored, instead of placing it on my shoulder, she used her big toe to trace the outline of the modest, but noticeable pole tent in my pants. The touch was rather pleasant, but surprised me.

"My, my, you're rather stiff aren't you honey. How long has it been since you and I had time to get together?"

"W-Well dear, the fellows have taken up so much of your time, and you said you were too sore or tired to give me some at other times. It's been two weeks and three days since I've last put it in."

"Oh Albert honey, I didn't mean for you to suffer all this time. Next time sweetie, you go right ahead and jack off if you get too horny waiting for me if I'm too busy dating or tired out because of the guys screwing me. Ok? I'm sure we both agree that their dicks have priority for my pussy, especially since if I didn't make myself available to them when they wanted me, they'd be tormenting and harassing us even more, not to mention mercilessly castigating and accusing you of false love for me? You know we can't have that occurring."

"I-I just wish I-I didn't have to jerk, uh, I mean get o-off that..."

"I know it's been hard for both of us dear, but when you're in a struggle with such cunning antagonists as the guys, sacrifices have to be made. After all, do you think I like making the sacrifice I make by having you lick their fuck juices out of me? I feel totally degraded when I feed you a muff full of their jism, but I do it to let them know that you aren't phased by them trying to shame us or destroy our love with such a lewd act. No darling, if I can relinquish myself the way I have, then certainly you can stroke your prick rather than assaulting my tired body after I've sacrificed by letting them fuck me until they're satiated."

"I-I see." I replied softly at my wife's explanation and admonition to me.

"Albert, unbuckle your pants and push them and your shorts down. I want to see your prick."

I quickly did as she asked. My level of expectation for her to have mercy on me was high.

"Stroke your cock while you do my other foot. Don't come yet, just do it slowly as you kiss my feet."

This was more unusual, but with my prick straining and the possibility of some hot juicy pussy as a reward, I did as I was told.

Again, as I licked and kissed the sole of her feet, I again had this sensation of being putdown by my lovely wife. I was sure it was nothing more than my imagination, as the feeling went away as soon as it came, because with my wife's obvious and professed concern for me, her running roughshod over me was highly unlikely, if not impossible.

"That's so delightful Darling. You kissed and tongued my feet exquisitely. I definitely want more of that in the future. However, now that we're on this subject of sacrifices. You know the sacrifices I've made to make you look good in front of the guys. You know, to show them that you truly love me in spite of how they use me, and at the same time that you're above being jealous or insecure with your manhood. I've just thought about all of that and realized that you really haven't done something special to show me you really love me or appreciate the sacrifices I've made for you and the marriage."

"What? I-I don't understand?" I replied, rather confused by what she said.

"Honey, you know this all started out because the guys thought your love wasn't deep enough or unselfish enough to endure me having their babies or them having their way with me. Remember?"

I nodded that I understood.

"I've been having their babies to prove them wrong. That is, that you'd still want me after I had their k**s and would love me just as much as before."

"Or more Alice dear." I added.

"That's so sweet. That's why I love you so darling. You're so caring. But that doesn't change the fact that the guys and I have simply been screwing and fucking up a storm so that I could basically prove your love for me, to them. Now darling, I think you need to do something special to prove your love to me."

"Uh... oh, I-I think I see what you mean." I replied very slowly as it sort of came to me what she meant.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Uh, yes dear, I-I think I do." I replied. Even though it wasn't totally clear, I didn't want to appear dull witted, for I picked up early in our relationship that my wife was mentally sharp, along with being beautiful. That's why we agreed that she would manage all the household finances.

"Good. I don't want you to do anything that's elaborate, just something that'd show me that you're willing to do something special if I ask you to. Ok?"

I simply nodded agreement.

"While you're kneeling, I want you to beat your meat for me darling, and then shoot your juice in your cocktail glass. I think it'd be so sexy and intimate for me to sit here and watch you do that for me."

My wife sounded so sensuous as she spoke, as well had a strange smile I don't think I've ever seen before. I opened my mouth with the intent of protesting. The only word that came out was "But..." However, just as quickly, she put her finger to her lips signalling me to be quiet.

"Please, Albert honey, we've had one little misunderstanding tonight, let’s not go for another. Please be cooperative darling. Show me you're as caring and concerned about my feelings, as I've been about yours. Ok?"

Her words came out so sincere and heartfelt, I knew I had to do whatever she desired of me.

I slowly started stroking my erection. It felt good to me. Not as good as her wet warm pussy folds would have. However, she and I had been through so much together, I know I couldn't bear to disappoint her over something so trivial as me masturbating for her.

I was really horny, so I knew it wouldn't be long until I shot my wad.

As I was positioning the glass to catch my jism and had it position I looked up to see my wife's delicate foot in my face.

"Kiss it while you're pulling your peter darling."

I tilted my head to her extended foot and licked and lapped it as she desired and directed me. A minute or so later I came with a impulsive jerk as my balls emptied their contents, with so much pleasure to me, into the glass I was holding. I caught every drop and dribble as I shot my pent up cum.

"Milk every drop in the glass darling. That's it." My wife said with a sense of urgency as she keenly directed my actions.

"There, I think you've got it all. Not near what Ken or the guys shoot, but respectable."

I definitely didn't want to be compared to Ken and the guys at that moment, especially as I was enjoying what afterglow I could from my sexual relief, even if by my own hands.

For me, I had put a sizeable load in the cocktail glass. Over two weeks of stored up spunk, even if it was less than half of what Ken normally shot off. As I was about to