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CDE 21 The Second Reception



Copyright c MAY 1999 By C.D.E. ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit.
This story may be freely distributed for personal use with
this notice attached.

All Characters And Events Depicted In This story Are Purely
Fictional. There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To
Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons.

Story Content:(M+/F, MM, MF, Inter, Impreg, FemDom)



AUTHOR'S NOTE: To my readers, consider this story an
appetizer to the wedding story I'm writing for release in
late June 1999. Thanks for the many comments which lead to
this story and the wedding story.

STORY TITLE: The Second Reception
Author: C.D.E.

Husband's Aunt-Betsy
Husband's Mother-Barbara

My wife, Betty, and I will celebrate our fourteenth
anniversary next month.
I think about our wedding quite often, and wonder if I
was as lucky as my family and friends said I was then, and
now also for that matter. My family and others tell me how
wonderful the relationship is that Betty and I have. We
have 5 wholesome kids, two daughters and three sons. Also
she is currently pregnant.
True to her plan, my wife she has had a baby almost
every two years, since our first, which was born within our
first year of marriage.
I wanted her to stop at four kids but she was
persistent and so now we have the five I mentioned, with
the sixth in the oven.
Yes, I'll be the first to admit that, like any couple,
we've had our rough spots here and there, but I guess
they're overall minor and over the years we have arrived at
a stable marriage, putting up with each other's
idiosyncrasies. We do love each other very much.
One of the things I joke with her about is the kids.
That is, that none of them look anything like me.
"Well darling, maybe the next one will" is her usual
I was a virgin when we got married. Betty lead me to
believe she was technically a virgin also, but more about
that later.
We dated steady for three months and were engaged for
a year after that.
My Aunt Betsy lived about two hours drive away from my
home town. She introduced me to Betty when I stayed with
her during a summer break, at the end of my junior year at
the university.
Betty was one of the prettiest girls I'd ever laid
eyes on. She was brunette, well proportioned and well
endowed with her size 38 bustline. Her hips had a very
seductive and rhythmic sway as she walked. To say she was
a knockout was an understatement. Her legs were quite
shapely, like those of a model.
Betty seem to take a keen interest in me at our first
meeting. I was totally surprised. I'd never had any luck
with girls and especially knock outs like Betty. Before I
knew it, Betty and I agreed to our first date.
"Well Benny, you did real well for someone who your
mom says has trouble with the girls." My aunt said as
Betty drove away from my aunt's front door.
"Well Aunt Betsy, I'm as surprised as you are. You
didn't set this up did you? Why would any girl that
beautiful want to even meet me, let along go out with me?
She's awesome."
"Well Benny, for one thing she's told me that she
knows she can't seem to find men that see her for more than
a sex object. So when I told her you were going to be
staying here for the summer, it was her idea to come by. I
of course played up your intellectual side. You two seem
to hit it off well."
My aunt was a widow, so I was pretty busy helping her
do things around the house for the short time I was in the
small town where she lived. When I wasn't doing chores for
her, Betty and I would go on dates. It was funny but Betty
would prefer we go over to a neighboring city 40 miles
away. Her logic was that there wasn't much to do in her
home town. I had to agree, even though there was two movie
theatres and several pizza parlors.
Whenever she and I were seen together locally in her home
town, heads would turn and it seemed people were taking an
unusual interest in us. However, I dismissed this as
"small townism" and never thought more about it anymore
until after the wedding.


Betty and I continued to keep in contact while I was
back in college and occasionally visited me on campus. All
my buddies were more than envious of me for have such a
beautiful babe. Every opportunity I got I visited her.
Soon we were engaged and set the wedding for about a year
later. This would give me time to graduate and get started
on a job and get some cash in the bank in preparation for
being married.
She wanted a June wedding, so we set the date
Mother, Aunt Betsy, Betty, and Betty's mom laid out
the wedding plans.
During the practice rehearsal, there was some mention
of testimonials at a second reception. When I asked about
this second reception, I was told it was a surprise and
that I shouldn't bring it up again. I didn't. I just
concentrated on having the gorgeous Betty becoming my wife
and being able to exercise my conjugal rights as her
You see, Betty never let me have regular sex with her
doing the entire time of our pre-marriage relationship.
She claimed she took her own virginity when she was
young. She said she never had a man's penis in her so she
technically a virgin too, just without a hymen.
I accepted that.
She coerced out of me that I was also a virgin, which
she later let me know that she knew from talking to my Aunt
She wanted us both to come to our wedding bed virgins.
Prior to about six months before the wedding all she
would let me do was kiss and do heavy petting. In the six
months before the wedding she jerked me off and let me lick
and suck her luscious cunt.
Another thing that Betty surfaced that boosted my ego
was her wanting a prenuptial agreement. This threw me for
a loop until she explained her reason for desiring it.
"Benny, you mean so much to me. I'm so afraid you'll
tire of me or fall out of love with me once you know the
real me. That's why I want you to not only say you love me
but to contractually commit your self to me."
I was flattered by such a gorgeous woman wanting me so
badly that she wanted me to commit to her in writing. I
was overwhelmed by her request.
"Betty darling, you make me feel so wonderful. I'll
gladly commit to you with a contract to love and cherish."
I replied.
"Oh Benny honey, thank you so much. I already went to
see a lawyer on drafting it up. Here's a draft copy. If
you are okay with it, we can go over and sign it together
this afternoon." She said so sweetly and a slight bit of
I was thrilled as I read the legalistic document and
impressed that she'd gone so far as to ensure that I really
loved her. I was not use to being the one worried about
that. This all made my head swell with flattery and
The prenuptial agreement basically only asked that I:
1) promise to love my wife; 2)respect her; 3) wait at least
ten years before asking for or considering a divorce;
4)consummate the marriage sexually to my wife's
satisfaction; 5) and accept all children born into the
marriage as legally my own, without question.
I was so thrilled at her desiring such assurance of my
love for her. I quickly agreed to sign the document of


"Yes Benny, your virginity is a precious and we have
come up with a way of signifying it in the ceremony." My
mother told me as she looked at the selection of tuxes.
"What!" I cried out. I let my mother know that the
meaning of the white on the Bride's dress was to signify
that for the woman and that there was no need for me to
reflect it for me. "In fact it's almost an insult for a
man to even admit that he's a virgin, let alone advertise
the way you're talking about." I blurted out angrily.
"Betty's mom, your aunt and I think it's an excellent
idea, so you don't have any say so. You will be proud of
being a virgin and that's final. There'll be no further
discussion." mother said as she signed the order for the
white lace covered tux, which covered both the white jacket
and trousers. It looked too feminine even for Liberache,
for those of you who remember the famous flamboyant
pianist. I was fuming, but shut my mouth, knowing my
mother would not tolerate much more of an outburst from me.
Also my Dad, signaled for me to be quiet. I'm sure he
figured that mom would probably punish me if I continued to
debate the issue, especially after hearing her say the "F"
word, that is for "final".
"Oh ma'am! I almost forgot this. The special item
you ordered." The sales clerk shouted at mother as we
three turned to walk away.
Mother walked back to speak to her. The lady opened a
box and held up something that was a very bright pink,
almost a fluorescent pink. It was such a loud color. I
only caught a brief glimpse of the "accessory", from the
distance where I was standing.
"Thank you, we certainly mustn't forget this." mother
said with a big smile after putting the small pink box in
her shopping bag.
On the way home, I forgot about the item, since I was
still fuming about the tux. Later it was to come back and
haunt me almost as much as the wedding has all these years.
At home, when we had a chance to talk later, mother
hugged me and let me know that I may be upset but that she
wanted everyone to know that I was pure. Betty was very
desirous of her doing so.
I was surprised upon hearing this and contacted Betty.
"Yes darling, I told your mom it'd make me so very
happy to have you wear that lacy tux symbolizing your
I again stressed that she could help matters by not
letting me stay a virgin, but again for the countless time,
she stressed she wanted us both coming to our wedding bed

The wedding went pretty flawless as well as the
reception. After the reception, I was anxious for Betty
and I to be by ourselves so I could better enjoy my new
bride. But as we were driving away in the limo and I
sought to be more amorous with my new wife, she kissed me
somewhat coolly and told me to control myself. She let me
know that a few of her friends were having a special
reception for us and that she wanted to look presentable
for them. She gave me light consoling kisses so as not to
muss her makeup.
"I can tell you're anxious to make love to me darling
and I to you, but this second reception is going to be
important to our marriage as well as proof of your love for
me." She spoke in a strange manner that was a blend of
being half serious and with a wistful expression I'd never
seen in her before.


The second reception was some 15 miles away at a
secluded retreat that was owned by the town for convention
purposes. Betty let me know that one of her girlfriends
who worked for the city was able to get it for a very
minimal charge.
This place was definitely out in the boonies. There
were about two dozen cars on the lot when we drove up.
However, the interior was very decorative and exhibited a
typical convention style structure.
Mother, Aunt Betsy, and Betty's mom joined us and we
began the formal march into the reception area, which could
easily accommodate 400 people.
As we entered the room, the crowd of about 30 burst
out with a chorus of "For She's A Jolly Good Gal" as we
walked through a planned opening in the crowd toward a
predetermined location in the room.
I smiled as I walked and thought it rather odd that
such a song would be sung for newlyweds. Then as I focused
more on the crowd, I also noticed there were far more men
than women.
I was mystified. In addition, as I was sizing up the
crowd, several of the people we walked pass, hugged and
kissed my new bride. The women pecked her on the cheek and
embraced her. I had to do a double take as several of the
men touched her low cut bodice, rubbed her shapely rear in
the revealing wedding dress she was still wearing. It was
also obvious that Betty was eagerly returning their sloppy,
lingering, tongue in mouth kisses, as she passed from one
man to the next.
To say I was shocked was an understatement, especially
since she didn't let me do her that way in the car coming
One big handsome black guy, who looked to be over 6
feet and a hulk of pure muscle, wrapped his arms around
her, almost picking her up and gave her a very passionate
kiss. My bride returned the passion of the embrace as they
hugged each other tightly as if they were the newlyweds.
As I started to interrupt what I perceived as crossing
the line of decency, mother held one of my arms and Aunt
Betsy the other. I was so surprised at their strong grips.
I thought they were stronger than me, but the way they held
on to me, there was no doubt.
"it's okay dear, it's just some of her old friends
greeting her and wishing her the best." Aunt Betsy
whispered. I looked at her and at mother with a bewildered
look. There was a low roar of snickering and giggles from
the crowd.
It took us five minutes to walk 50 feet, with most of
that time being devoted to repeated acts of passionate
kissing and well wishing embraces, mostly by men on the
edges of the crowd. That was the longest five minutes of
my life.
I was beet red in the face and so was Betty, albeit
for totally different reasons. In addition, the many
touches and feels on her bodice was apparent from the
reddened images of handprints on the part of her breasts
that were exposed.
I was livid and almost too shocked to say anything.
I'm sure my bewilderment and public humiliation was obvious
to the smiling smirking snickering crowd.
Mother and Aunt Betsy were holding me tightly as they
gripped my shoulders and literally held me motionless. I
tried to find out what was going on, but was told
repeatedly to be quiet. I spotted my father in the crowd,
and he too signaled me to be quiet.
We finally made it to our table.
A chum girlfriend of Betty's stepped out of somewhere
up to the nearby mike.
"To the newlyweds, our best wishes. We are gathered
at this special private reception so that many of Betty's
closet and intimate acquaintances can wish her well and
also congratulate her new husband on the catch he's made.
We will have testimonials from a host of people in the
audience. We asked that they be no more than a few minute
each. Thank you."
A line formed around the wall toward the mike. There
must've been about twenty people in the line to give
I'd never heard of such a thing at a wedding
reception, so I didn't know what to expect. What came out
of their mouths was like a series of bomb blasts, each
hitting ground zero.


I don't remember exactly what the first man said, but
the theme was repeated over and over again for almost a
straight half hour as each person in the crowd took their
turn at the mike to offer their testimonial. There were a
few women, the others mostly men. What follows is just a
sample of what I remembered when I wasn't feeling faint.
One man: "Yeah, my dick was so hard it felt like it
was going to break. That night when I couldn't find nobody
to give me some, I finally called Betty and once more she
came through. She told me to come on over and that it
might be a short wait, but she was sure she could work me
in. When I got there I was number six in line, but as
usual it was worth the wait. Even though tired after
having helped out 13 fellows before me, she gave me a great
fuck and got all the cum out of my dick. Benny, you've got
a great gal there. She's a great piece of ass, I can tell
you that."
Another man testified.
"I had just come back from being on the road for two
weeks and had a throbbing boner. I meant it needed some
serious fucking to cool it off. I though about seeing one
of the whores at the truck stop, but then I remembered
Betty, who was always free and whose hobby was making hard
dicks soft. Whether by sucking or fucking, she's a mighty
fine lay you lucky fellow. The man said looking directly
at me as I stood still not believing what was going on.
Another testimonial.
"She always parted her legs for me and always got me
off real good too. I could always count on soaking my dick
in her juicy snatch until I was satisfied. You truly are a
lucky stiff Benny."
And another man: "One of the best sluts I ever been
with. She's got one juicy hot good pussy."
A woman came forward next: "Betty I think back to that
homecoming game when you and I let both football teams pull
a train on us. I'll never forget how we worked until we
got every one of the dicks soft." The woman was apparently
a slut chum of my new wife.
And then another black man: "Betty, we're really gonna
miss you down at the pool hall, where you'd just dropped by
and would give us some ass or blowjobs, just for the
As the testimonials were in process, I had at least at
two stiff drinks. While not accustomed to hard whiskey,
these were rather welcomed.
Mother and aunt were by my side and making sure I
stayed in place. My new bride, all aglow in her ornate
lacey white wedding gown, sat across from me. She reveled
in the testimonials she was receiving and occasionally
glanced in my direction, especially as each man, who'd
previously given his testimony came by where we five
- mother, dad, Aunt Betsy, Betty and I - were sitting. The
various men each gave her some of the juiciest French
kisses I'd ever seen. Kisses far more passionate than she
and I had ever done together.
To add total insult to injury, she sometimes winked at
me while she and the men exchanged their sloppy kisses.
No matter what excuse I came up with or how much I
squirmed, my aunt and mother wouldn't lessen their grips on
my poor shoulders or let me depart. I sat their stewing in
my own perspiration and shame. The burning of the many
pairs of eyes on me didn't help matters in the least.
Helpless, I resigned myself to be a prisoner of my
My mind was totally distraught. Surely my family
couldn't expect me to stay married to Betty now. My father
sat quietly, with a fake smile on his face, but doing
nothing to aid me. In fact, he repeatedly whispered for me
to "Settle down son. It'll all work out".
Finally the testimonials were over. I was hoping to
leave as soon as possible. Surely, there was nothing else
to be done. I was in no mood to mingle with these well
wishers, not even with my new "technically a virgin" bride.
`What a fool I've been' I mentally sighed to myself
as I sat there. I also wondered what was the next step for
me, especially since I truly loved Betty. She was the
dream girl I was ready to die for. Now, our dream life was
starting off as the worst nightmare of my life.
Just then, another drink was placed in front of me by
Mr. Haskle of the local pharmacy near my aunt's house. He
whispered something to my aunt as he did so. He then got
around to me. I wish he hadn't.
"Congratulations Benny. It's a time to enjoy
yourself. Drink up and be merry, after all you do have a
beautiful new bride."
I just glared at him angrily as I looked at his
smirking smiling face. He finally left our table, but not
before reaching over to squeeze my new bride's boobs. She
only smiled as if she appreciated it. After that, I gulped
down the drink he'd brought.
I at least got mom and Aunt Betsy to give me enough
freedom to sip on the new drink in front of me. This
orange punch had a good taste and I drank it all. Moments
later I was surprised at relaxed and mellow I was feeling.
I felt like closing my eyes, which I did for a moment as I
experienced a strange funky buzz, which apparently the
orange punch gave me.
I felt a kiss on my lips. It was my new bride.
"Darling, isn't this wonderful for all my old friends
to congratulate me like this? I hope you're enjoying this
as much as I." Even though less uptight than before, I
still looked at her angrily, but said nothing.
"I know, you have a lot of questions, but everything
in due time." She said as she pecked me on the cheek again
with what I perceived as a wicked smile on her face. She
then moved back around to her seat opposite me at the round
I had to close my eyes again, they were just too
"That's it baby, just relax." I heard mom say as I
lowered my eyelids. My eyes felt so much better closed.
When I opened them a few minutes later, I glanced
around and saw that most of the men were not nearby.
`Thank goodness' I mentally expressed to myself.
I noticed by the clock on the wall I'd been dozing for
about twenty minutes, which both my father and mother
confirmed, when I asked.
Just then the mistress of ceremony finally came back
to the mike. I prayed she was going to close the ceremony
so we could get out of there.
"Continuing with our salute to the newlyweds and to
help them off to a good start on their lives together, it's
now time for the bride, our sweet lovable Betty, to once
again let her friends salute her in their favorite way.
Y'all come on out!" She shouted.
What I saw next, I couldn't believe and thought I was
surely drunk.
There were at least a dozen men, all essentially
naked, except for the three who wore T shirts, pushing a
bed out toward the head table where we sat.
When the group of men arrived closer, I then noticed
they all had one thing in common. They were all sporting
the largest erections I'd ever seen. No man in the group
had less than eight inches of stiff jutting dick meat that
truly was in a salute posture. The bobbing wave of
mammoth bloated shiny cockheads apparently excited my new
wife as much as it horrified me. For she soon greeted them
and eagerly received their groping and assistance in
removing her wedding gown. I was terrified at the prospect
of what I thought was about to happen.
By the time she had gotten down to her undergarments-
basically her white teddy, bikini crotchless panties,
garter belt and white sheen wedding stockings - the woman
at the mike asked for the group's attention.
"Now that the fellows have shown what they intend to
salute the bride with, I think it's only fair for the new
groom to do the same. Are you ready Benny? That is to
show us what you have in store for your new bride. Come on
up and show us your virgin prick!"
The laughter was a loud roar as an even greater horror
gripped me. At the same time, I felt my aunt and mother
helping me to stand up, all the while saying "It's time for
you to show the men what you have for your new wife
sweetie. Don't be afraid. Let them know you give good
head also. Remember it's love that counts."
I felt rather strange also. While able to stand up, I
had no reaction as I felt my aunt removing the cummerbund,
my belt and letting my pants fall to the floor as I stood
facing the crowd. I had no will or desire to resist what
was being done to me. I knew then I'd been drugged.
I next felt my shorts pushed down and something
slipped around my waist and looped around my small prick.
I soon heard another louder roar of laughter as my new
wife came over to me and handle whatever it was on my
exposed prick which felt like it was erect, but I really
couldn't tell in the state I was in.
"Thank you so much darling for saving your self for
me. It's so wonderful of you to wear a lace and satin pink
ribbon bow on your little thing to signal to me and the
world that it belongs to me and that you'll be faithful
and true to me. You look so lovely and cute with the ribbon
on your cock and balls. As you can see, you can't
compare with the other men I've been with, but we'll talk
about that some more later. And forgive me for telling you
I was technically virgin, but we'll talk about that also.
But first darling, the guys have gone through so much
trouble to help me have a good time on my wedding night, I
would be remiss not to put out for them tonight. Look upon
it as them helping you out, since you see first hand
they're better equipped to do so. You go on back to the
hotel honeymoon suite and I'll be back sometime tomorrow.
I hope they're through with me by breakfast time, but don't
worry, there will still be enough left over pussy for you
and your little fellow there. I know it won't take much
for you. Love you darling." Betty walked away after
pecking me on my forehead as I stood there looking like the
biggest fool alive.
I was still in a state of confusion but felt my sense
of control coming back to me, slowly but surely. I was then
paraded to the back of the room and out the door. You see,
mother and my aunt had me step out of my pants, which dad
picked up. I ended up walking out with no trousers and the
bright pink symbol of "virgin purity, faithfulness and
love" wrapped around my small erection, which I couldn't
wish down. This of course was done amidst a chorus of loud
laughter from the assembled group.
Before I departed the room, through my watery,
humiliated tear laden eyes, I could see the orgy scene
where my wife had two huge cocks comfortably in her and was
happily being screwed on the open bed. The crowd cheered
her own.
I was never so glad to leave such a place and feel the
night air on my exposed parts. I was allowed to dress in
the limo as we returned to the hotel.


As the limo left the hall, the drug had worn off. My
folks admitted that they had enlisted the pharmacist for a
little sedative to help me make it through the reception.
I was nevertheless still angry and feeling utterly
humiliated and disgraced. I couldn't help crying as if
there was no tomorrow. My mom and aunt consoled me.
No matter what was said, I felt less than two inches
All I could say was "Why"? I wasn't sure I understood
or liked the answer.
"Benny honey, it's pretty much the same reason people
go on national TV, like the Jerry Springer Show. They can
get what's on their chest off in an open forum, and if
their mates accept it, they know that person really loves
them for the person they are, and accept that their past is
not important. That's the same reason this was done to
night. Yes, your new wife is a slut. She wanted you and
you loved her. She wanted the wedding and so did we."
Mother said as we drove the dark distance back to town.
"And Benny dear, the idea of the pink jockey was my
idea. I thought it was a prefect compliment to your laced
tux. Now everything is out in the open, her past, as well
as your capability to take care of her in bed."
"B-But Aunt Betsy, w-why did my p-p-penis have..."
"Have to be exhibited in your pink ribbon and lace
cock strap? Well dear nephew, it was to get you over
worrying about other men and whether you had an advantage
or disadvantage over them in the fucking department. Now
you know about them, and they know about you. Everything
is out in the open. You see they're better equipped to
give her what she needs, so therefore you should be ready
to accept the idea of her getting you help to take care of
her needs while you remain faithful and loving to her while
not interfering with her plans to obtain sexual

father SON TALK
Later that evening as I settled down to get some sleep
and compose my shattered emotional state. father came by
to see me.
We Talked.
"Yes son, your aunt and mother do have a point. I
Know you were somewhat tricked, but it was for your own
good. The women were just trying to help you out."
"Some help." I replied. "Now I'm married to the town
slut, and to boot, I signed that prenuptial agreement which
basically says she can sue me for everything if I try to
divorce her or annul the marriage in less than ten years.
I'm the laughing stock of the town."
"Son, just as your aunt said, you should just think of
her as more experienced than you and not in a negative way.
They are right though. A decent, caring, faithful, and
loving husband and a slut wife, are a good match. For only
a wimp could love such a woman enough to put up with her
"Her needs!"
"Yes son. Her need to be unfaithful and knowing she'd
always have a loving faithful husband to come home to when
other men, her so called real men, are through with her.
She needs their rough manliness but she direly needs your
loving and caring kindness. Yes son, you are the one to
provide that to her."


My new bride returned to our bridal suite about six AM
and crawled into bed. Her movement woke me.
"Hi love." She spoke as she kissed me. "Miss me?"
"B-Betty?" I spoke rubbing my eyes. I let my mind
settle a moment. I wanted to jump right into interrogating
her as to why I was treated so disgraceful by her and the
others. However, but the way she looked, tired, and
frazzled, but still beautiful, seemed to signal to me that
this may not be the time for my twenty questions.
Knowing that she was so much more sexually
experienced, even in a negative way, intimidated me. I
felt so much less confident in sexing her than before I
knew about her lively past.
"Benny, don't ask any questions just yet. Lets make
love now. We can talk about the other things on your mind
later. Lets just be man and wife. I do truly love you,
otherwise I wouldn't be here now. What you saw me do with
the other men was just a physical thing. What we have is
the real thing."
As I started to speak, she put her finger to my lips
and pulled me into her arms. We passionately kissed. Her
breath exhibited a faint, but keen smell of jism. I
pictured the huge cock I last saw in her mouth as I was
walking out of the reception last night.
My need to be with, touch, and feel her was great. So
the flavoring of other men's cocks and cum was overlooked
as I enjoyed my first real French kiss with my new wife.
The kiss was still very good.
Her hand soon found my "smaller than she was use to"
erection. Soon afterwards we were both nude and I
shuddered as I entered her juicy, but loose, very warm
It was so good to be in her and on her. As I stroked
my five incher in her, I groped and kneaded and sucked her
gorgeous tits. It was only afterwards that I detected that
I'd probably lapped up some splattered dried jism from her
erect nipples. I also noticed the imprint of other's hands
on her tender white flesh.
There was no doubt I was getting my new wife after
she'd been thoroughly used.


Betty let me know she loved me enough to enforce the
terms of the prenuptial agreement and sue me, if I tried to
divorce her over the reception incident or the fact that
she was still sexing other men regularly. The reason for
the latter was that she deemed my small size and lack of
stamina in her cunt did not meet her minimum standard of
sexual satisfaction.
I checked with a lawyer and he agreed that due to my
stupidity in agreeing to her terms as written, she was
legally right, since it was left totally up to her to
determine what was considered sexually satisfactory. In
addition, in my state of love blindness, I also didn't read
the small print where I agree that she could seek and
obtain "sexual redress" from any man, or men, that could
provide her with the level of sexual satisfaction she
deemed acceptable, and that I couldn't provide.
I was devastated at the situation I was in, but my
folks didn't think it was all that bad since I had such a
beautiful wife that loved me.


"H-H-Have a baby!"
"Yes Benny darling, we're going to have a baby."
Betty replied calmly, yet gleefully.
"B-But how do you know that it-it's not. . ."
"Not yours? Well, really I don't darling. You had as
just as much a chance to knock me up as the other fellows,
even though you only get yours last after they all get
theirs first."
"B-B-Betty! H-How could you do this to me? W-W-Why a-
are you doing this m-me? I-I thought y-you w-were on the
"I quit three months before the wedding. I wanted
our first born to be conceived on our wedding night."
"B-But w-w-why. . ."
"Why let them help you with our first born? Because I
wanted to feel special when I got knocked up and put in a
maternal way. I wanted it to be passionate and physically
fulfilling when I conceived darling. Darling, I don't mean
to hurt you, but I knew early on in our relationship, you
couldn't give me the physical part of that special feeling.
But I did know you could provide the emotional love and
nurturing I needed in a marriage. Please don't fail me
Benny honey, I really need your love. I've never had the
love I know you can give me. The love of a good husband is
golden. Anyway, you did participate in making this baby.
Of course it was after they had me first, as you know.
Sometimes the first one in may have the best chance, but
who knows Benny dear, you could've beat out all the
Her words made me feel horrified. I don't know if it
was her words or the manner and tone of voice, but I could
hardly respond to her for several moments as I again coped
with this news that I wished I wasn't hearing.
I was speechless as I tried to absorb what she's just
said. I remembered my father's words about a slut wife and
wimp husband being a perfect match.
"B-Betty. . . I-I just don't know what to say. I-I-I
just don't understand w-w-why y-you had to do this."
"I did it because I wanted us to have the child from
such a joy laden event. The guys were so sincere in their
expressions about me. After you left I told the guys I
was unprotected and wanted to start a family for us and
that I wanted my conception to be passionate. They all did
their best to make it so. And Benny darling, if it makes
you feel better, to the man, they unanimously agreed you'd
make a good dad and that whosoever baby it turned out to
be, they knew the child would have a good home."
I looked at my new wife as if she'd totally lost her
mind. I was silent for a long moment. I wondered all
sorts of things, but mostly why was this happening to me.
"W-Well... I-I guess with everything else I've found
out, I-I don't know why this would not be any different."
I sighed in a resigned tone.
"Benny darling, you're making more out of this than
you should."
"Oh Betty, I-I know I-I'm not in the same league as
you. In fact I-I don't know if I-I can even hold the match
to light a candle to your experience as compared to mine,
which is virtually nil when it comes to sex. A-And to hear
all those testimonials at the reception, a-as to how good
you are in bed, well... well, a-and now to find out y-
you're probably pregnant with another man's baby... a-and
I-I had to wait until o-our wedding night to h-have you.
I-I'm at a loss for words."
"Do you love me Benny?" Betty said with the most
sensuous look on her face.
"I-I don't know w-what I feel now. I think I do. But
Betty... I don't know if we are going to work out. It's
been good to finally make love to you, but knowing that
you need more than I-I can give you and that you have to
have other men is-is so painful. Last night was just like
all the other times since the wedding. After having
intercourse, it still takes me almost an hour of sucking
your pussy to satisfy you. My jaws ache, and my tongue was
so tired I could hardly talk when you finally let go of my
"Honey, that's more of a reason for us to stay
married. You see, I need you and my other men. You do a
better job than they can in the mouth department. You see
they don't even try, because they know they aren't any good
at eating pussy. You've got them beat. None of them eat
pussy. You're good at what you do."
I hated the idea of tasting and sucking up her other
men's ejaculated sperm from her sloppy cunt, but she
claimed she needed her pussy sucked when it was that way
for me to get her off so well. Even though the physical
taste wasn't that unpalatable, the mental effect left a
bad taste on my mental state, both as a man and her

"And yes son, as your aunt and mother have told you,
you will have to change your attitude in order to make this
marriage a success."
"Y-You mean..."
"Yes, it will include you having other men's generous
loads of spent sperm as part of your routine diet. It will
be necessary for you to suck out your new bride's well
fucked and filled cunt. She likes other men's big dicks
and she likes for you to tongue douche her afterwards. She
needs and wants that. She's told you so. You have to
accept that. You've already been introduced to the taste
of jism on her breath and mouth as well as eating it from
her pussy. As you know, it won't hurt or kill you. Like a
lot of us wimpy husbands, the taste of her and her lovers'
fuck slime will become a natural part of your life
I could see the sincerity in my father's face. All I
could do was sit and absorb what he was saying. He was
definitely against annulment or divorce, not that I could
afford to do so because of the prenuptial agreement. He
went on to tell me how to put up with her, and accept my
second or third or fourth fiddle role, and be happy about
"And son, yes she'll probably have more children by
other men. You have to adjust to that also. I'm sure
you'll be the good husband and raise them as if they were
your own biological offspring. Your mother and I will
accept them as our grand children and will show them
nothing but love."
He and I talked for a long time and I listened
intently. He told me he was saving some special
information for last. I wondered what it was. Now I wish
he'd never mentioned it.
"So son, in summary, men will enjoy your wife in many
ways. And lastly, any babies they leave in her will be
yours to raise and care for. And I almost forgot, she or
the men may require you to pay a stud fee as a further
indication of respect to them."
"Stud fee!"
"Yes, your mother had me pay the father of your
younger sister and brother $75 a week for the whole time
she was pregnant with them."
"Y-Y-You m-mean. . .?
"Yes son, I'm not their real father. Your mother
cuckolded me . . . a-and I was forced to accept it or lose
her. I chose to stay and become her wimp husband, as a
better man took care of her primary sexual needs. I did
what I could with my much smaller, less sturdy tool, as
well as my tongue to do my part.
"He died a few years ago. And I know what else is on
your mind. Yes, I'm your biological father. You must
swear to never tell your younger brother and sister."
I swore to him I'd never reveal this secret.
"People thought I was working for extra money for
the babies, but a good part of that was for her old
boyfriend, her lover. He decided that the best job for me
was working as a janitor cleaning public toilets. So you
see son, we wimps have to pay a price to be with such
beautiful women, but sometimes that's what love is all


As my and her family urged and recommended, I stopped
thinking about leaving her and did whatever it took to make
our marriage work.
As I had expected, our first born, a boy, was not
mine. The father turned out to be one of my new bride's
favorite lovers from some time ago. He looks nothing like
me, but a spitting image of his real dad. Again more
humiliation for me to bear as people come by to see "our"
first born. People have been nice and say the baby looks
like my wife.
My wife invites the real father over often to see his
new son, so even though they don't say it, every one of our
friends and neighbors knows the real story.
Just as my father predicted, she has had other
children by her many lovers, including one from a blackman.
Shortly after our first born made his way into the
world, she insisted I use a condom to improve my staying
power, when we had intercourse. Then after a period of
time when she was satisfied my staying power met her
standard, she would let me enter her hot juicy twat, skin
to skin. Each time she would do so, it wasn't long before
she'd come up pregnant. With our second child I thought
sure the baby was mine, she didn't say otherwise. I
didn't find out until our daughter was born that I wasn't
the father.
Generally after she's had a baby and is able to resume
intercourse, she would complain about my lack of stamina
and relegate me back to using latex again for a period of
time, usually until she gets pregnant again.
Of course I have to admit, the rubber layer did help
me improve my holding power, but not to the extent that I
was any competition to her "real" men, her various big dick
boyfriends, who always sexed her skin to skin whether she
was on the pill or not.
With the rubber, I often got a little bit over five
minutes, without it, three minutes max.
After this pregnancy cycle happened two more times, it
finally dawned on me what was going on. I remembered some
of what my father said about the thrill slut wives get from
fooling their husbands and presenting them other men's
She always had a good excuse for why I didn't get her
pregnant, but it seemed to make her so happy at the thought
of cuckolding me in a most blatant and permanent way. I
could see it in her eyes and on her face. I never said
much, but accepted her explanations. It took me a while,
but I came to the conclusion that the reason she loved me
so was because she got such a thrill from cuckolding and
humiliating me so abjectly.
My family made no difference in the kids and were
constantly observing to made sure I didn't either. I
didn't. It wasn't in me to be that low.
After the fifth child by an outside lover, I pretty
much resigned myself as to what my place was in the
marriage, just as my father before me had done in his.
Incidentally, I only had to pay a stud fee to one of her
lovers, the one she admits she is currently pregnant by
with "our" sixth child.
I stood up to him and refused his demand that I take a
part time demeaning janitorial job, as my father had done.
I let him know I had no plans to take such a menial job
just to pay him the fee he demanded, and my wife
encouraged, for siring our latest bundle of joy. I showed
him and my wife that I was not to be walked over totally
and that I was still a force to be reckoned with in the
household. Instead, I negotiated with him and her on this
The negotiations didn't turn out the way I wanted, but
I felt good about not having to do something like clean
public toilets like dad.
I do have to pay the fee to him and I do work to earn
You see, he requires me to dress in drag and suck
cocks for him on the weekends at XXX theaters and peep

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