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"She also asked if I thought I would want more than one child -- and if I was planning to give you a chance for any future ones. My answers were yes -- and no."
When a pregnant wife caresses her belly, she most likely experiences a whole range of different emotions—the vast majority of which are intensely positive. Your wife thinks about how she’ll soon hold her little girl in her arms, about how you’ll be by her side to help her, and about when the baby will take her first steps. But she can’t help but reflect on how much love was in your eyes—and in your hand holding hers—when your best friend came inside her, filling her womb with his seed to impregnate her with the baby she so desperately wanted. You no longer hold her hand when she sleeps with him; you’ll do it when they start trying for another baby.
You tell him, “Honey, if we invite Mike to spend the summer vacation with us—which I’d really love to do—I won’t have time to have sex with you. You know that, right?” Your husband knows it and accepts it.
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Your wife welcomed you and your best friend with a wide smile and an expression of total happiness on her face. You sat on the chair at her left side, and your best friend sat at her right. Your best friend kissed her several times and caressed her belly slowly and tenderly before your own eyes. She said, “I had an ultrasound test today; the doctor said she’s a girl.” Then, she told you, “Have you yet told Mike that we want a large family and that we want him to father all our children?” She wanted your cuckolding to last forever—whether or not they were trying for a new baby.
Honey, the most unselfish thing a husband can do is ask another man to have sex with his wife to get her pregnant—and give her a beautiful baby. I wasn’t as unselfish as you were; I had been fantasizing about having sex with your best friend since the day I met him. It doesn't really matter now; I am already showing, and I have sex with your best friend whenever I want.
A few months ago, your wife was exactly in the same position, slightly sweaty, breathing heavily, and moaning. Your best friend was behind her, his cock reaching deep inside her pussy and close to her womb, where he spurted a big load of fertile seed. You were watching. Your duty—your role—is to raise his child.
"Well ... when I told him the plan, he got a little upset. So I told him I love him, and gave him a hug and a little kiss on the cheek, and then said that if he really thought about it, he'd realize that this is the right decision. I pointed out to him that my boyfriend is bigger than him, a better athlete than him, better looking than him, and smarter than him. So of course, that's what I want in the man who gets me pregnant. And I also reminded him about how ... uh ... small he is, and said that if we have a boy, I want him more endowed like my boyfriend than like him.
He seemed to understand, and calmed down, but then got upset again when I told him that because I didn't want to take any chances of him getting me pregnant, I was not going to have any sex with him at all -- at least until I get pregnant, and probably not even after that. I said that I wanted to be sexually exclusive to my boyfriend for the foreseeable future.
At that point, it looked like my cuck might actually start to cry, so I hugged him again, and he looked up at me and asked if maybe we could have sex just one more time, and that he would use a condom. But I told him -- emphatically no. But then to soothe him, I put my hand in his pants, found his little guy, and rubbed him until he made his little mess and had to change his underwear and pants.
And so -- that's really the whole story. All's good, and I'll definitely be spending a lot of nights with my boyfriend during my fertile period."
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