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Story Content:(MMMM/F, MM, MF, Inter, Impreg)
WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC OR
DO NOT LIKE READING A FICTIONAL OF THE
DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE ARE
TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED,
OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR
BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE
STORY TITLE: ACCIDENTS WILL HAPPEN
It seems no matter how much she tries to avoid them, my
lovely voluptuous wife, Dot, is accident prone. She
keeps having accidental falls or body collisions with
people. If it's not in our bathroom, it's at the
supermarket. She's also had a fall at a furniture store.
These accidents started occurring not long after we
were 12 years ago.
CHAPTER 1: THE EARLY DAYS: AT THE UNIVERSITY
Dot was the dream I never thought I could even get a
date with, much less end up marrying. She was very popular
with the on our campus, but she said she liked
my innocence and optimistic outlook on life. I always
looked for the good in people, not the negative. She and I
became an item around campus. I soon became her steady
boyfriend. She however, still dated other guys. She
called them her part time boyfriends.
"James, my heart belongs to you, so you don't have to
worry about me being giving it to other fellows when I date
them. You're my soul mate. You're special to me."
Her words meant so much to me. She also told me she
had a weakness for the strong brawny type of men. I on the
other hand was a bantam lightweight and short.
She adored on the football teams and other
sports teams, including the local pro teams. Her weakness
was accepting dates with them. She asked for my
understanding. She told me how much it meant to be seen
with these and quench her thirst to be near them
physically. She admitted after a while, she tired of their
crude, macho shallowness and efforts to treat her as a sex
object. That's why she said it was important for me to be
her steady boyfriend, and them her part timers. She also
said it was important for her to be able to count on me
and my professed love to her. For that reason, she
preferred I didn't date other girls. She wanted to be my
full time steady girl. She let me know that she wouldn't
tolerate me having part time girlfriends.
"Darling if you had part timers, then you'd be
treating me like I was a sex object, just like the jerks I
uncontrollably get a yearning to be with from time to time.
You love me don't you? You wouldn't treat me like
something to be used for a moment's pleasure would you? .
and then tossed away like a empty soda can."
I quickly let her know that I could never treat her
like that. I let her know she meant far too much to me for
that to occur. I knelt and promised my faithfulness to
She and I dated about once or twice every two weeks.
The other time, her part timers took up most of her free
time. She had many, many dates. She was a very popular
girl on campus. There were whispers of many who called her
indecent names. I knew that others were probably jealous
of her lovely looks and being able to date all the top
on campus. She was always going to some frat party or
another. I later learn she had an open invitation to all
the fraternity parties on campus as well as at a
neighboring five miles away. Our campus is large.
There are over 25,000 students in attendance and over 15
frat houses. The other has over 15,000 students
and I believe 6 frat house. Because of the lateness of many
of these parties, she often slept over afterwards.
Many times when we would be seen together, people
would look at us and whisper. It did my ego good, knowing
they were probably envious of us.
The subject of sex finally came up between Dot and I
after we had a steamy petting session one night, on a rare
date when she had a free evening from her part time
boyfriends . This was a year after we were going steady.
I awkwardly asked her to share and express our love
sexually. She kissed me and let me know that she wanted me
to come to our wedding bed a virgin - which I was, except
for the affairs I had with my hands.
I expressed my hunger for her and my desire to possess
her. She let me know that I sounded like I saw her only as
a sex object and not as the woman I loved. She made me
think. I apologized, but told her it would be so nice for
us to feel good together.
"In due time darling. I do love you very much, but
I'm so afraid that if I give myself to you, you'll tire of
me and leave me. That'd break my heart."
I assured her I wouldn't do so, or fall out of love
with her. I verbally expressed my love for her in so many
different ways, continually trying to counter every
objection she had to us broadening our sexual experience.
I was becoming rather frustrated. My poor prick was beyond
aching. It was burning for release. You see, the short
skirt Dot wore was up literally up to her waist so that the
skimpy she wore were very visible in the moonlit
car. She'd given up on trying to pull the hem down as we
sat there talking. This luscious sight did little to cool
my sexual adore for her.
However, the unexpected happened. Somewhere in our
talk the topic of her having sex with her part timers crept
"So that's it? Just because I've occasionally been
too weak to resist the sexual advances of my part time
boyfriends, you think you should sex me too?"
`I-It'd be n-nice.' I meekly replied.
"You don't know how angry that makes me! I thought
you respected me more than that? Take me home right now!"
The moment was destroyed. I begged for her
forgiveness. I apologized profusely.
"Okay, I accept your apology. But we must agree that
you won't pressure me for sex and will wait until our
wedding night to have full sex."
`Full sex?' I asked quizzically.
"Well darling, I was waiting until the time was right
to let you know that I too wanted to have sex with you, but
.. well it's not quite what you had in mind."
I implored her to be open with me. She seemed shy of
telling me. I finally teased it out of her.
"James sweetie, I-I want you to . er, well love me
between my legs with your tongue. I-I guess what I'm
trying to say is that I want you to suck my pussy. There
I've said it."
I was speechless and caught off guard. There was a
moment of silence.
She explained that she always had the idea that the
man that truly loved her would do this for her and
masturbate himself until he could exercise his conjugal
rights after marriage. She however admitted that she would
still date part timers as well as sex them.
"That's okay. Maybe it's just a fantasy. I guess I
expect too much and have too higher standards for my dream
husband. Okay, lets go home since I can see you don't seem
`N-No, that's n-not it. I-I have never done that
before. I-I do it for y-you .. e-except I-I don't know
how." I replied stammering.
"You sweet thing. You're so cute. C'mon here. On
your knees. I'll teach you to love me that way." She said
kissing me on my forehead and then leaning back and pulling
her skirt well above her waist and quickly pushing her
panties off. Soon, I was staring into her moonlight
illuminated cunt. The warm musk scented odor arising was
so intoxicating. With a few cryptic words of guidance I
was licking and lapping her moist soft warm hairy
meat. Soon she had my head pressed tightly to her vulva
opening. My face was covered with her warm wet juicy sex.
It was quite a delightful joyous feeling to be this way
with her. As I worked my tongue as deep as I could, all the
while up mouthful after mouthful of her bountiful
pussy nectar, I discovered this was really nice. When she
was shuddering and moaning with the joyful pleasure of
orgasm, I felt so proud I was causing it.
Later afterwards, she urged me to free my aching prick
and jerk it off for her. She giggled and mentioned
something about my prick being the smallest she'd ever
seen. Wanting a release so bad, my mind and actions were
focused on getting off. I didn't need much urging. I
came just after a few strokes. She encouraged me on. We
had a wonderfully juicy kiss after I got off.
As I was driving her back to her dorm, I felt so more
in love. I knew we were so much closer than before.
Closer than close.
We saw each other more often after that night. More
frequently than during the first year of us being steadies.
She however still dated her part time steadies. Between
dates she'd have me love her with my mouth. About three
months later, she called me to pick her up from a frat
party at the neighboring five miles away.
She met me out front. It was Three AM.
She French kissed me passionately after getting in the
car. Her kiss had a strange slightly sour and creamy, but
yet flavorful taste.
"I thoroughly enjoyed myself dear. All the fellows
were gentlemen, even though I was too weak to resist them
when they had me feel their big hard dicks."
`Y-You m-mean you s-sexed t-the whole frat house?'
"Yes, there were only 15 . but they were so cute
and so hard up." Her statement almost made me lose control
of the car as I turned on the road back to the university.
About half way there she had me pull over onto a
wooded side road. My heart leaped and was full of
anticipation. I thought maybe she was going to let me
share what 15 other lucky frat brothers had enjoyed
"James darling, it would mean so much to me and our
relationship if you'd love my with your mouth now."
`Y-you m-mean w-with it f-full .'
"Yes, full of their cum. It would show me you're not
insecure about your manhood and that you do really love
I countered with several reasons why maybe I shouldn't
and she did the same why I should.
"Well lets go. You're obviously not the you claim
you were. I was wrong about you and your high ideals. It
won't be the first time I was wrong about a man. Lets go.
Take me back to the dorm. It's apparent you're going to
let a little from a few dicks spoil what we have. If
your love is so shallow just because I let the pull a
train on me, it means your love wasn't that deep to start
I pleaded and tried to reason with her that me not
giving her head shouldn't terminate our relationship. She
dug in. "You either head your tongue in my or we
head down the highway and never see each other again."
I gave in. I shared her delight from being at the
frat house. I tasted her coated cunt. The smell was
somewhere between gamy, and a strong pungent musk scent.
The taste was very creamy and gooey. There was a slight
after taste, but all in all the taste was rather palatable,
even if a little slimy. I had saved our relationship and
proved to her my true love, as well as that I wasn't
insecure about my manhood.
She was so loving and grateful for my actions and
promised her love to me. She let me know I was the she
wanted to marry. I was so elated. It was worth the
From that night on our love pattern had shifted to me
sucking her juicy gooey after her dates when she'd
been fucked, which was at least three to five times a week.
"Remember darling, you have my heart even if I give my
pussy to others." Her words stuck in my mind as she
reminded me that she wanted me to remain a virgin until we
married, which we'd planned right after graduation.
"Darling you're only one who's my after
I've been sexed. I just wanted you to know that and to let
you know that's very special to me."
There were many rumors being whispered around campus
about Dot and how she put out so easily. However, I was
glad to know that I never heard a rumor about anyone else
sucking her after she'd been sexed. I felt good about
her being true to me in that regard.
CHAPTER 2: WE GOT
After getting married, I was finally able to slip my
prick into her hot smoldering cunt. It was so juicy and
warm. I couldn't stay hard for more than a few seconds. I
was finally enjoying what hundreds of her part timer
boyfriends had previously experienced before. Through
practice and getting use to her, I've gotten up to two
minutes.. Her seems to always be hot and juicy. Me
performing oral sex to satisfy her is always part of our
love making. I couldn't satisfy her otherwise.
Well now that it `s 12 years after leaving the
University. We have six kids and live in a nice
neighborhood. I have a good job and the pay is decent. We
are a happy . However, I'm always worried about my
wife falling down or bumping into someone physically and
having an accident. Not only does she bruise herself each
time, but she often ends up pregnant. You see whenever she
falls or bumps into someone, it's always been a and
somehow the man's penis gets exposed. So when she falls
down or bump into these men, their cocks get trapped in her
hot juicy and the unfortunate can't hold back
long enough before extricating himself from my wife's sex.
As a result, he releases his sperm in her. It's so uncanny,
but it has always happened when she's off the pill and we
have been trying to make a baby.
I can attest to the juicy slippery wetness of her
and understand why it wouldn't take much to penetrate her,
but the circumstances are what throws for a loop.
The first time happened when the plumber was over to
do some work in one of our baths. Dot forgot he was there.
The floor was damp. She was wearing only a robe. He'd just
finished taking a leak and was about to zip up when she
opened the door. She slipped on the damp floor. He tried
to catch her. They both fell and got entangled. She said
she was horrified at how quick it all happened and how the
man's penis slipped into her so easily as they collided.
She said that by the time they were able to uncouple them
selves and come to their senses, the totally embarrassed
plumber had released a large quantity of his seed in her
I know her was always juicy and well lubricated,
so I could easily see where such a thing could occur.
Luckily neither were seriously hurt. Dot sustained
some bruises. She showed them to me when I came home from
work that evening. They were in the form of reddish hand
prints on her shapely rear and her size 38 where
the plumber had tried to catch her and separate the two of
I consoled her and she told me not to worry. She said
she was sure she was already pregnant from me and that the
plumber's sperm wouldn't have a chance to impregnate her.
"After all honey, we made love two weeks ago, when I
was most fertile then. Remember?"
I assured her I didn't forget. Dot had determined her
most fertile time of the month and had me abstain from sex,
or jerking off, until then. She was even juicier during
this fertile period. We'd done this for three months
previously and she hadn't got pregnant. We both had been
through physical exams, so we both knew we physically able
to produce kids.
A month after the accident with the plumber, Dot
missed her period. We celebrated. We both never thought
anymore about the plumber until our first born arrived.
From the baby's facial resemblance, there was no doubt the
biological was the plumber.
Dot was briefly heart broken. She apologized as well
as consoled me that our first born wasn't mine. However,
she quickly got over her sadness and became the doting
loving mother. I at first raised the issue of putting the
baby up for adoption, but I knew by her silence and the way
she held, cuddled and fed him, that I indeed was
going to be his daddy.
Dot persuaded me to invite the plumber over to see our
new son. I abhorred the idea, but she was insistent. I
caved in. It was so awkward for both of us to have the
real present. Dot took it real well. I was
embarrassed the whole time, especially when my asked
that I take a of her, my son and the plumber.
The plumber promised any future work for free and that
he would frequently come by to check on things, sort of as
"preventive maintenance" in his words, as well as to see
I should've said no, but free plumbing repairs is not
something to give up lightly, even for a little
embarrassment and awkwardness.
About two years later she had another accidental fall.
This time it was at the supermarket. It was in the produce
section. Again there was water on the floor. She started
to slip. The produce manager saw her and ran over to give
her a hand. As he arrived, she reached out for his hand,
missed it and grabbed his the top of his trousers at the
juncture of the belt buckle and zipper. Her pull brought
almost her full weight upon this area resulting in the
man's pants being ripped and underwear pulled down. After
his genitals were exposed, he too slipped. Like the
plumber, he toppled precariously and ended up sexually
joined with my wife. As before, before they could untangle
themselves, the poor man's sperm had been released into her
again unprotected and naked cunt.
Occasionally, my gets the urge to wear no
panties. Unfortunately, this was one of those times.
She told me she was so glad that there were no
witnesses to this scene. Again, neither were hurt. My
had the same type handprint bruises on her as before. My
wife said the produce manager was able to secure his torn
pants with his belt and hide the rip by wearing a work
apron. She offered to pay for the damage, but he refused.
He offered to write up a store accident report for her
fall, but she said she was just too embarrassed. She said
they both were highly embarrassed.
Again this was during a period when we were trying to
have another child. Again she alleviated my worrying that
the produce manager had impregnated her. I felt better.
After all her most fertile period was two weeks ago and I
had shot my month's worth of pent up into her several
times. I too thought there was nothing to worry about and
soon forgot about the incident and warned my to please
try and be more careful.
Nine months later, she had twins. Again, time I saw
them for the first time, I knew we were both wrong again.
The produce manager had a fraternal pair of twins he didn't
Again, Dot looked at me with her big blue sad eyes and
apologized. She appeared devastated. However, after
handing me one and then the other, she got cheerful. She
started feeding them both. Her face brightened. I
brought up the issue of adoption. Again as with the birth
of our first born, she ignored me, not once but three
times. Only when I talked about the room decorations for
the twins did she acknowledge I was still there. I knew
this meant we had two more children in our growing family.
As with the plumber, Dot felt the produce manager
should know about the children.
"It's bound to come out, so we might as well let him
know so his feelings won't be hurt." I argued against
this. As I was doing so, the door bell rang.
"Honey, I was so sure you would want what I wanted, I
went ahead and invited him. I'm sure that's him now. If
you want me to send him away I will. However, I already
let him know he was the biological father." My said
with watery eyes.
I was even more upset now, but knew that it was
probably too late to do anything except as she desired.
As with the plumber, there was awkwardness and
embarrassment. Again, I took a photo of my and the
produce manager and "our new son and daughter".
The produce manager did seem like a nice chap and was
also embarrassed. This made me feel better about things
somewhat. After all, what was done was done. However, I
felt even better about him when he promised us free produce
items every week.
He was even nice enough to deliver the fresh fruits
and vegetables to our home. I suspected he did so to catch
a glimpse of the twins doing the deliveries. I had to
admit, we got the highest quality items too.
Life returned to normal around the house. She went
back on the pill as we coped with our growing family. I
was a bit sad that we had three kids and none were mine
biologically, however, with me being the eternal optimist,
I quickly got into the roll of being the loving dutiful
father. Both the plumber and the produce manager were
frequent visitors to our house, usually when I was at work.
However, Dot always filled me in on their visits.
"Honey, you know since they both are really like part
time daddies, doesn't that also mean they're like part time
husbands, especially since they are the real fathers, and,
you know, do things for us and the kids?" My asked me
one evening after the kids were in bed and we sat watching
`I guess you could say something like that, but it
doesn't make much sense. why do you ask?' I asked with a
"W-Well dear, I was thinking that makes me their part
time wife, a-and, if it's my responsibility to have sex
with you because I'm your wife, doesn't that mean the same
thing for them?"
I couldn't believe what my was saying. However,
out of the past the concept of her part time boyfriends
came back like a thunderbolt.
`I think you're stretching things a bit Dot.' I
"It just seems like they're being cheated, you know,
by not having sex like we do since we're and wife."
I applauded her for being sensitive to the situation,
but I assured her that she had no reason to feel guilty
that she was them or that they were being deprived
of something that was rightfully theirs.
"I do feel guilty. I don't care what you say. I'm
feeling like I'm just not doing the right thing honey."
`The right thing?' I replied brashly. My patience was
being stretched on this matter. Couldn't she see I'd been
humiliated enough by her accidents and the fact that the
men knew the children were theirs. I lost it. I blurted out
what I was thinking.
"You're jealous, mean and you blame me for those
accidents. And here I thought you were a secure with
your manhood. The one who always looked for the good in
others. You're not the I married! Y-You're just a
sham!" Dot yelled as she ran from the room crying.
Her words and logic hit me in the face like a wet
towel. I sat and thought. I went to the bedroom where she
was on the bed crying. I held her and we talked. I
conceded that she was partly correct and she said she
understood how I might be somewhat humiliated by the
results of her unfortunate accidents.
"But darling, I love you. My heart will always be
yours. No one can ever take that away from you". She said
to me sweetly as she kissed me passionately. She then told
me that she felt bad about me not being feeling secure or
trusting her enough to share her with the plumber and
the produce manager. "I'll still be your full time loving
wife, just like I was your full time steady in college." I
was worried she was going in that direction with this
We talked some more. I wasn't able to alleviate her
of her guilt or to satisfy her that I was secure in my
manhood or that I trusted her to have sex with our kids'
real fathers. Knowing she wanted to do something about
this situation, I considered some options. Finally, we
I agreed that she could asked the two if they
wanted her to function as a part time wife, that is for
conjugal purposes. If they said yes, I was to go along
with the program. If not, then my wife's guilt would be
relieved and she would say nothing more about the matter.
We made really passionate love that night. I was
really tired out the next morning as I headed out to work.
But it was a very pleasant tiredness mixed with a fearful
anxiety. What would I do if the two wanted my as
their part time for sex?
It was a busy day at work. I was glad. It helped keep
my mind off what was happening at home. A half hour before
leaving work, Dot called. "Honey, both of them agreed that
they did feel cheated and feel much better about things
now, especially since I have your permission to give them
some when they want me." I was silent as I let her words
sink in. She went on to tell me that they both had been
there at the same time when she asked them the big
question. They had a threesome. `I-I see.' Was all I
could say as I stammered and fumbled with my words. `I-I'll
be home a-after s-stopping by t-the hardware store.'
"Honey please come home first. I want to share their
love with you, you know like we did at the university.
I'd love for us to do that, please? That way I'll know
that you support sharing me and are not insecure about your
manhood or your role as a loving husband.."
I arrived home. Dot was in the bedroom. Her had
the kids in the backyard playing. My greeted me with
a wet juicy kiss. Her breath had a musk type smell. I
knew she'd been performing oral sex. After a few loving
pleasantries, she guided my head between her statuesque
legs. There were stains on her inner thighs and her
hairy syrupy wet slick crotch reeked of an even stronger
odor than the faint odor that lingered in the room as I
walked in. There had been heavy sex performed here. It had
been a long time, but I was familiar with it all. I busied
myself proving that I was secure in my husbandly role and
manhood to the woman I loved and that I trusted and
supported her having sex with other men. Like riding a
bicycle after being away from it after a while, I got use
to the taste and flavor of multiple doses of mixed semen
and her tasty nectar. I could tell by the way Dot
clamped her legs around my head and pressed my head tightly
to her that she was enjoying this much more than my normal
pussy eating. In a strange way I was pleased for her and
at being able to give her the pleasure she needed.
After I got her off twice, we hugged and she guided my
smaller hard-on between her freshly mouth douched cunt.
She was very juicy, warm and looser than normal. I knew
now I'd have to get accustomed to her sex being this way. I
lasted a little longer than my normal two minutes in her
but it was good knowing I'd truly satisfied my beautiful
full time wife. She revealed to the two that they
couldn't lick her after she'd been fucked. That was
reserved for her full time husband-me. Obviously she
considered this was a perk befitting the full time husband.
She said both agreed that they wouldn't infringe on my
territory. They would be satisfied to fuck and fill her
with their jism.
`I wish you hadn't told them I-I was g-going to d-do
this for you afterwards.' I said in an irritated tone.
"I'm sorry if I did anything wrong." She said sensing
my mood. "The topic came about when I mentioned that I'd
plan on sharing the good time with you when you came home.
One of them said you were probably going to eat me out. I
didn't say you were, but I did ask them both, if you were
did they mind. They both said no, if that's what you're
worried about honey. In fact they both seemed happy you
were going to eat their jism. They had big smiles on their
I tried to explain to Dot how embarrassing it was for
them to know I did that.
"You worry too much darling. Besides, they're just
like family. It'll be a secret. Anyway, they both
seem to think it was right for you to do that. I didn't
detect any sort of disrespect in their voices."
I was speechless at her reply.
At dinner she was absolutely radiant, loving and
relaxed. My mother-in-law joined us for dinner and stayed
over night. After the kids were put to bed we three
watched the late news.
"James I've always thought a lot of you, but I know
now for sure that you're the right husband for Dot. You're
the loving and understanding she's always needed. A
man who has accepted other men's children as your own and
also continue to share your with these same men. And
as if that wasn't good enough to show your you love her,
you aren't too humble to kneel and suck up after the men.
I'm proud to have you as my son-in-law." My mother-in-
law's words, even though well meaning, slapped me across
the face like an oak log. My face was and flush. I
wondered now if it was on a billboard somewhere that I
sucked my wife's filled cunt.
"He's the greatest, mom. I just love him so." My
wife leaned over and kissed me as she spoke. "Just like I
told you, he's always been secure with his manhood even
back in our days. He knows how to use his tongue
and is good at it. He knew back then that my heart would
always be his exclusively, no matter how many he shared
my with." She continued.
"That must why you two are so close and loving. Many
couples just don't have what it takes to keep the spark in
"You're right mother. I know James loves me, that's
why I didn't care how many I had sex with at the
university, he was the only one I'd let suck my out
after I got fucked."
My eyes opened like an owl. Did my know what she
was saying sounded like?
"You really made a good catch Dot. It's hard finding
a good sucker." My face was again contorted as I raised up
stiff in the easy chair as I looking at my mother-in-law
not believing my ears.
"She meant sucker dear, nothing more." My
interjected as she lovingly squeezed my hand, seeing my
face reflect my misinterpretation of what her was
The conversation drifted back to the news after that,
but before we three turned in for the night, Dot's
volunteered to come over and keep the kids occupied when
their real fathers came over to spend some time with my
wife. "And I'll also watch them when you want to be alone
and suck their daddies' from Dot's too."
Dot hugged me as we walked to bed. She chuckled at
her mom's wording. I was still uptight, but Dot consoled
me and helped me overlook what was said. I complained
about her telling her many intimate details about us.
Dot apologized, for what it was worth, and ask for my
forgiveness. As she wrapped me in her arms I knew I
couldn't hold anything against her, for I too thought I'd
made a great catch too.
CHAPTER 3: MORE ACCIDENTS
My had been accident free for two complete years.
As we started to think about trying to have another child,
I cautioned her against the possibility of her having
another fall or slip and winding up pregnant by some
stranger. Again confident that it wouldn't happen again,
we started making plans to have our own child.
I wanted my to cut the plumber and the produce
manager off until she was pregnant. She thought that was
too cruel. They said the same. So in order to keep
everybody happy, it was agreed that they would wear two
condoms. I insisted on this since both the plumber and the
produce manager had rather large cocks, according to my
wife, so I wanted to be sure that if one condom burst, the
other would hold. Reluctantly they agreed.
However, while I was worried about bursting condoms,
fate was again declaring war on us.
Dot had been out looking at furniture, again on an
occasion where she was panty-less. She bumped into a
salesman as they both were coming around a corner. His
suit pants were held up by suspenders, The body collision
caused the suspender latches to open. The man's pants fell
to the floor just as he and my got entangled and fell
onto a nearby mattress. Unfortunately he was wearing boxer
shorts that fell with his trousers. As has happened
before, they were briefly coupled, but by the time they
extricated themselves, the damage had been done. She said
it happened so quick that the man's large long penis found
its way into her always slippery wet vagina.
Since they fell of the mattress, bruising was less,
but my did sustain handprint marks on her lush
from where the salesman tried to catch a hold of something
to stop his fall.
When she called me at work, I scolded her about being
careful and watching where she walked.
Even though I'd again released a month's worth of my
pent up into her doing her most fertile period just two
weeks before, I was afraid of her coming up pregnant with a
salesman's baby. I couldn't get over how it was that other
men's cocks seem to home in on my wife's luscious cunt, in
some of the most oddest situations.
Sure enough, a month later, my announced she was
pregnant again. I diplomatically, I thought so anyway,
brought up the idea of an abortion. Everyone, including
the plumber and the produce manger, not to mention Dot's
mother, came down on me like a ton of bricks. Even Dot had
the minister come by and talk to me.
After he left, I felt truly selfish and guilt ridden
about what I'd was thinking. I apologized to everyone.
They all accepted.
As Dot became swollen, she looked ever so radiant as a
woman with child. As with previous pregnancies, she always
liked for me to kiss her tummy whenever we kissed and
always in the morning when we awoke and at night before we
went to bed.
Dot continued to have twice weekly sex with the
plumber and the produce manager until sometime in the
seventh month. Dot told me that the doctor prohibited her
from having sexual penetration as well as cocks.
The doctor however approved of me tonguing her to orgasm.
"Darling, I feel sorry for them having to suffer
until I'm well again." She was referring to the plumber and
the produce manager.
I assured her that they would survive and not to worry
"I hear you, but it just doesn't seem fair. They're so
accustomed to getting off over here at house twice a week.
Er, honey, since you've already tasted their stuff, w-would
you mind doing them . you know, them off for me,
you know take my place until after I deliver."
I gave my an incredulous look as I stood their
`I-I can't believe w-what you're asking?' I muttered.
"I know it's a lot sweetie, but since they're so much
larger than you, that means they get more hard up. It'd
only be for a few weeks. If you're concerned about them
telling anyone, we can swear them to secrecy." She
I questioned why she couldn't bring them to the point
of climax and have them pull out of her mouth, or she could
just spit it out.
"No darling, a proper blow job should be to completion
and swallowed. I see you're still insecure of your
manliness. Well I can see I was fooled again by you. And
here I am carrying your child.."
I assured her I was not insecure, but she persisted.
She turned her back to me and folded her arms. I knew then
that she was serious about this matter. We talked and
argued. We argued. We talked.
Dot's heard us. She became an arbitrator.
"James, I'll do my best to take care of them off on
Tuesdays, if you'll give them head on Thursdays." Her
"See honey, is willing to take on half the load,
then you'll only have to suck half as much."
I gave them both an incredible look of disbelief.
"James what's the problem? You suck their creamy
out of your wife's now. What's the difference if you
suck it straight from their cocks? Oh! I know what it is.
You're one of those who's afraid he'll get hooked on
licking dicks if he tries it a few times. I know the type
Dot. Got a short dick . insecure in his manhood . lacks
confidence . is a mama's . I understand James. We
don't want to be the cause of you becoming a
permanently. I bet if you just had a big dick in his mouth
10 seconds, less much doing it for a few weeks, you'd be a
hopeless fag, probably give up all
`H-How c-can y-you say s-say that. I-I would not!'
"Then prove it to me and your that you're not an
insecure with your masculinity. Demonstrate that you can
suck dicks and return to being the husband we hold in high
esteem !" My mom-in-law said boldly.
"Honey, does have a point. If you don't, it
would cause us to wonder about you." My interjected
with a look of worry on her face.
`W-What! I-I-I `m no faggot!. I-I `m not insecure. Y-
You two know that. I-I-I .Oh what's the use! I'll show
y'all I'm no fag! I'll suck `em and prove I'm every bit
the I was before.'
"I'm so proud of you darling. I knew you wouldn't let
me down." My said as she hugged and kissed me.
My mother-in-law praised my decision but warned that
she'd be monitoring my efforts.
As we kissed, it dawned on me that I'd never a
dick before. When I told my wife, she said not to worry.
She had a black dildo in her room and gave me pointers
using it. It was so anatomically realistic.
CHAPTER 4: OUR FOURTH CHILD
I waited in the delivery room full of anxiety and
fear. I was hoping I was wrong about the foreboding
feeling I was having. The moment of truth came. I think
could see it in the nurse's face as she showed me back to
my and our new baby girl. As I open the blanket to
take a peek, again I knew fate had won. This was the
furniture salesman's daughter.
The routine was very familiar. My expressed
remorse but soon became the doting after having me
hold the baby. I knew there was nothing to say or do but
support my and prepare for what was to follow.
A week after she was home, I met the furniture
salesman. Again I took what has almost become the
obligatory portrait of my wife, the furniture salesman, and
our new daughter.
I resisted him gaining part time husband status, but
this time, it was put to a vote. My set up the
scheme. Since I was the full time husband, I had two
votes. Each of the existing part time husbands,- the
plumber and the produce manager- each had one vote. Her
had one vote also. My was to be the tie breaker, if
The furniture salesman pleaded his case and said he
felt obligated to provide us with a huge discount on any of
our furniture needs and promised to pay for the new baby's
furniture. I almost voted for him on that accord, but on
principle I voted against him. The plumber and the produce
manager voted for his acceptance. Her abstained, saying
we five should work this out. My broke the tie. A
split second later, I had three part time husbands to
compete with for my wife's attention. She called them my
My consoled me. We now had two and two
girls in our family. I told her that I was willing to give
up trying for another child. I told her that since our
current children were all black, - OH THAT'S RIGHT! I
FORGOT TO MENTION TO YOU READERS THAT ALL MY HUSBANDS-IN-
LAW WERE BLACK - being white he or she would probably have
a tough time anyway with his siblings.
"I hadn't thought of it that way. But you do have a
point darling." Spoke Dot as she kissed me and agreed that
it was ok with her for us to not try to have another child.
CHAPTER 4: A YEAR LATER SHE WANTS TO HAVE ANOTHER BABY
"James, you said between you and me. He wants a son.
He and I would have a baby, not you and I. I think it's
only fair we put it to a group vote among the other
husbands-in-laws." My spoke to me of the furniture
salesman's desire to have a son to go along with the
daughter she'd had for him (our fourth child) -
The furniture salesman pleaded his case and I mine
before the panel, which consisted of my wife, the three
part time husbands and Dot's mother. I was outvoted four
to one, including the vote of my mom-in-law. Dot didn't
vote since their was no tie vote to break.
This time, to ensure my only got pregnant from
the furniture salesman, I and my husbands-in-law were
relegated to condoms until my was officially pregnant.
However, she clearly let me know that she expected me to
provide uninterrupted tongue douching of her filled
I warned the furniture salesman of my wife's accident
prone nature. He thanked me but said he'd risk it. What
risk was he talking about? Either way I'd end up
responsible for the baby.
My went off the pill. The funny thing is that
she didn't have the salesman save up his until her
fertile time of the month came around. They screwed
I inquired about this departure from the methodology
she and I had used.
"Darling, please don't take this the wrong way, but
he's always shoots a lot of every time we make
love. You suck his stuff out of me. You ought to know he
always shoots quite a load doesn't he?"
I had to admit he did.
"Well honey, that's the difference between you and he.
You had to save yours up for a month to do what he does all
the time. Therefore I really don't think it's necessarily
to have him wait until my most fertile time of the month
as with you. The slightest chance of me getting pregnant
will be sufficient for his virile wads."
`Oh, I see.' I replied. `But I noticed he didn't
have sex at all with you at all last week when you were at
your most fertile time.'
"I know darling. He doesn't like doing me when I'm on
my period. It was nice because it sort of gave my a
rest from all y'all including your sweet tongue dear. He
said that he'd take his chances getting me impregnated
other than doing that time of the month."
My curiosity satisfied, I chuckled at the salesman
for missing my wife's most fertile time. She reasoned that
even though messy, her was just like a fertile field
full of fertilizer waiting for me to plant my seed in her
doing her menstrual period. It was a little messy on the
bed clothes but what she told me made sense, even though I
was never a farmer. However, I thought it didn't matter.
I was confident she wouldn't get pregnant by him and that
the furniture salesman would fall victim to her accident
prone nature the same as I repeatedly had.
CHAPTER 5: SURPRISE! NO ACCIDENT
To my utter surprise, my was pregnant within
three months after going off the pill. Amazingly, she
didn't have an accident either.
Everyone was jubilant except me. The furniture
salesman was smug and proud.
My was in her sixth month as we sat one evening
watching TV. She reminded me of how I helped her out with
her previous pregnancy and that she expected the same this
`Dot, I caved in and did as you wanted for the plumber
and the produce manager, but I won't suck their dicks or
that of the furniture salesman this time while you're in
the 7th through 9th months of pregnancy. No way!'
"What's the matter honey, feeling insecure about your
manhood again?" My replied in a non-chalant manner as
she read a magazine.
`Stop that Dot!' I said emphatically. `How many times
do I have to prove to you and your that I'm not
insecure about my masculinity? How many cocks do I have to
suck to prove it?' I shouted.
"You're getting upset aren't you dear? If you weren't
insecure you wouldn't get so emotional." She replied
`Dot, I-I didn't mean to yell . i-it's just that I-I
feel so down trodden at times. It seems that fate has
worked against me at every turn in our marriage. It seems
that nothing has worked out the way I planned it.
"I understand darling. That has happened to both of
us. That's the way life is sometimes. However, we are both
very much in love with each other and have four wonderful
children. You're a wonderful for them also. I
couldn't ask for a more loving and devoted and
husband. You still love me don't you?"
`Of course I do sweetheart. It's just that it's
trying at times to not only cope with not being the
biological father, but having the real fathers around, as
well as them having sex with you all the time. The worse
part is knowing they do it better for you than I-I ever
"Just think of them as being good at putting in
me, but nobody can do a better job than you at getting it
out. Honey it's so sexy to sit on your face and feel their
big globs get out and slide from the back of my
pussy in your upturn mouth as I ride your face. That
really lets me know you're so macho and secure in your
manhood. I just love it knowing you're eating their fuck
juices from my and knowing that you're only
interested in pleasing me because of your love for me and
not worrying about something silly as what society calls
manly pride. Your husbands-in-law are the insecure ones in
that regard. You're not. Remember dear, it takes more of a
man to clean up a mess than to make it. And you really
know how to clean up my after others have made their
mess in it. I love you for what you do for me dear."
At that moment, my shuddered.
"The baby is kicking darling. Here feel it." Dot
said gleefully as she placed my hand over her distended
tight skin abdomen. The tiny but strong tremors were quite
"I love you so much darling. You can handle me having
other men's babies and raising them as our own. It takes a
very special to do that." My said before placing
a juicy kiss on my mouth as she held my hand on her belly.
The unexpected sensuous kiss calmed me and reminded
just how much I loved this woman.
"Darling, don't you worry. I'm not going to press you
further about taking care of our husband-in-laws throbbing
cocks while I'm unavailable. I guess will have to
carry the whole load. And this time she has three big
stiff ones to handle versus two before. I'm sure she'll
understand your reasons. You're special to her too. She
thinks highly of you . but you know that anyway."
`Dot I know your game. You're trying to make me feel
guilty aren't you?' I replied smiling.
"No honey, just laying out the facts. The fellows will
really miss you their dicks. They actually think
you suck better than me or mother. They really respect you
getting on your knees and being a surrogate mouth for
their hard-ons. They have nothing but respect for you
darling. I can't tell you how many times they've all said
they wished they loved a woman enough to do what you do for
me. In fact, they talked about asking you to suck them off
when it's my time of the month, but I told them you
probably wouldn't accommodate them. They all changed their
minds, but they still might want you to do it for them when
I'm not pregnant."
"Yes. So you know they are counting on fucking your
face starting next month."
My let me know that the furniture salesman had
been told of my cocksucking role by the other two husbands-
in-laws. She let me know that he was as excited at being
sucked off by me as they were.
"Honey can't you tell they adore you their
dicks? Have they ever shown any disrespect? I bet not.
Sure they might say something like "suck my dick sissy" or
"Swallow my faggot." But that's just macho talk
saying they enjoy what you're doing for them. They don't
have any other way to say they appreciate you blowing their
big dicks. And I bet they only say things like that when
they're about to shoot off. Am I right?"
`H-How did you know? T-They told you didn't they?'
"They may have mentioned something about it. But
honey, not once did they talk about you in a disrespectful
manner. I know you don't believe it, but the three of you
have built a strong bond. And it would be so unfair of you
to not treat the newest member of the group as you have the
other part time husbands. You know, including him in the
bonding that you've done with the others."
I pondered what my said. For I did sense their
was some sort of strange bond being built up among the
first two husbands-in-laws and myself. I guess it's hard
not to have some kind of bond After having the guys'
big black cocks for two months. And yes, there did seem to
be a better rapport between the three of us as a result of
my oral efforts. I could see logic in what my was
"And honey, believe me, I can tell you the don't
just let anybody suck their dicks and their jism."
"She's right James. None of `em would let a prissy
fag suck their fine tools. But a fine husband like you,
who's devoted to his wife, and wants to share her
experiences, and doesn't mind sharing her, they'd let you
mouth their big rods. They hold you in high esteem dear."
Interjected Dot's as she walked in the room picking up
on the conversation.
We three talked well into the night. Finally the two
women convinced me that I should again become a "pussy
mouth" for a couple of months. Three reasons for doing so
were: 1: It would be unfair to the furniture salesman if I
didn't treat him the same as I'd done my other husbands-in-
laws; 2: It would build a rapport with the furniture
salesman and maintain the excellent rapport I had with the
first two part time husbands; 3: It would erase any
lingering doubts of my and mom-in-law that I was
afraid of becoming if I occasionally dicks.
Therefore to finally put the last matter to rest, I boldly
let them know I'd suck dicks on demand whenever the had
an urge for me to swing on their rigid rods.
"James that's so macho and courageous. Like I said,
my made a good catch. You're a fine husband to my
dear girl. She couldn't have done better."
"Mother is so right darling. You're the best thing
that could happen to a girl. I'm so lucky to have you as
my husband." My added as I notice the sparkle in both
women's eyes. I could sense that I had managed to place
myself in even higher esteem with them by my bold
CHAPTER 6: ONE BIG HAPPY
The furniture salesman got his wish. Dot had a
healthy 6 pound son for him and us.
To my surprise, my three husbands-in-law used me far
more that I thought they would while my was in her
last trimester of pregnancy. Even with my mom-in-law
helping out, it seems the three black required far more
sexual attention than she or I had anticipated. It seemed
like my mouth was constantly filled with stiff black meat
and it seemed like I was swallowing pints of hot
creamy every week.
Even with my back in operation, the fellows still
had a healthy appetite that kept all three of us - i.e.,
me, my and her - busy taking their dicks and their
copious of spewing sperm.
To make matters worse, the of the produce
manager came into the picture. The produce manager sent
his to fill in for him a couple of times while the
produce manager was away on business. I objected, but was
over ruled by the other husbands-in-law and my wife's mom.
However, the wanted to become a part of our odd
circle after his brother, the produce manager resumed his
Again I objected, and to my utter surprise, so did my
"James I agree with you. I agreed with him filling in.
But the only way he can stay is to become a husband like
the rest of you. Otherwise, I'd be committing adultery and
cheating on y'all. I can't do that. So For him to be a
husband, he has to be either to me like you
darling, or get me pregnant. Since I'm already to
you James honey, the only other option is for him to want
me to have his child to add to our family."
I was flabbergasted at her statement. However, the
produce manager's readily agreed that he'd like to
"knock her up". I was so speechless that I had to sit down
while the others voted me in another husband-in-law.
A year later, we had our sixth child, another girl.
Again while in her 7th through 9th months, my mom-in-law
and I had to contend with providing sexual relief for four
horny versus three as before. As before, it was a very
"filling" job for me.
Oh well, the produce manager's is a butcher,
so we get the best cuts of meats for free.
All in all, I guess I can't really complain too much.
I don't get to have straight intercourse with my as
much as my four husbands-in-laws. Besides having stretched
her too much for her to get any significant pleasure
from my so small member, they keep her busy and satisfied
with their much bigger tools, and well filled with their
thick cum. I on the other hand am busy proving I'm the
better by cleaning up the mess they constantly make in
her hot bushy juicy pussy.
Beside fulfilling my own sexual needs by pulling
myself off occasionally, my mom-in-law has found joy in
performing sixty-nine with me after she's been fucked by my
black husband-in-laws and friends of theirs.
However, we have some real nice furniture. We get the
best produce every week. I love grilling those tender T-
bones steaks and other cuts we get all the time, and I
never have to worry about plumbing repairs.
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