AUTHOR	Unknown
DATE ADDED	16th October 2002
AUTHOR EMAIL
STORY CODES	M/F, cuckold, preg, gang, interr

You may think it's strange for me to tell you that I loved my wife so much that
I arranged a breeding party with a roomful of stranger to get her pregnant 3;but
that's exactly what I did.

I knew that Julie wanted kids bad when I married her, and that was okay with me.
But after we'd been married and trying for a couple of years, nothing was
happening except a lot of great sex. Finally we visited one of those Godawful
expensive clinics, where the doctor told us as nice as she could that my sperm
count was basically nil. Julie cried all the way home, but I promised her I'd do
whatever I could.

And I did. I took the drugs they prescribed, I had the operation, everything.
Julie took the fertility drugs just to give us that extra little boost. And each
month it was the same thing, the hope each time her period was five minutes
late, then her crying in the bathroom when it started. We'd hold each other and
tell each other that it was okay, that we had each other, even if we never had a
baby. I hated that Julie was being denied what she wanted so bad, but she seemed
to accept it over time, and the subject came up less and less as the months went
by.

But I started noticing a change in Julie, something I couldn't quite put my
finger on at first. She'd always been a beautiful woman, and it didn't bother me
that men's heads turned wherever she went. What started to bother me was how I
saw her looking back. If a well-built man walked by and smiled at her, she'd
trail off in whatever she was saying to me, and I'd see her eyes follow him
until he was out of sight.

Then I started noticing a the way she dressed: the classy suits and dresses she
wore to the bank each day turned into short, tight skirts, skimpy blouses, very
little in the way of underwear. She changed her makeup from the natural, fresh
look I'd always loved to dark red lips, her beautiful green eyes outlined in
heavy black kohl. Her long, honey-brown hair was no longer straight, but teased
up every morning, and I didn't see how she could walk in the heels she chose.
"Julie, why the fuck are you dressing like a whore?" I'd demand angrily each
time I saw her go out like that, but she would just look at me, hurt, and then
start to cry, shaking her head. I wasn't even sure she knew what she was doing
consciously, but it was obvious to me what was wrong. She needed a baby, wanted
one desperately, and part of her was whispering that if I couldn't give it to
her, maybe someone else could. The way she looked, so beautiful and increasingly
trampy, I felt like someone was going to take her up on the offer very, very
soon.

It was probably inevitable what happened. Julie started coming home later and
later, claiming she had work to do, this report, that client. Finally one Friday
night, I showed up at her office without calling first, and when I barged into
her office, there was Julie and some guy I thought might be from the mail room,
both of them looking like they'd just fucked and then thrown their clothes back
on when they heard me coming.

Yeah, there was a scene, me and the guy exchanging some words, Julie crying and
telling me to leave, just to leave. So I did, and when she came home, we had it
out. "I can't help it, Mark," she cried, sobbing on my shoulder, "I can't help
it, I don't want to hurt you, but I think about a baby all the time. And other
men 3;I want to fuck them. I can't help it, it's like my body is out of control."
The sad part was, I knew she was telling the truth, and I realized that if I
couldn't think of some way to get her that baby, Julie and I would never make it
at the rate our marriage was sliding. And that's when I got the idea.

"So what's this big surprise?" Julie teased, reaching over to stroke my hair as
I drove. It was a Saturday night, raining, and I'd told her to dress up for this
surprise party we'd been invited to. We'd had dinner in the nicest restaurant in
town, everything from champagne to roses, and I'd made sure I kept her glass
filled through dinner so that she was a little tipsy, giggly.

Things were better between us since I'd forgiven her for screwing around, and
maybe that was why she was dressed sexy but not slutty for me that night. In
that pretty red dress, cut down just to show a little cleavage and short enough
to show off her lovely legs, she looked like my Julie again. And I was
determined to keep her MY Julie.

"Oh, you'll see when we get inside," I said archly, and that was just as we
pulled up to this old farmhouse, converted to a private inn simply called "The
Grounds." Julie didn't know it, of course, but it had cost me damn near seven
hundred bucks to get the room I wanted for the festivities tonight. When we got
out of the car, we had a nice view of the city lights spread out in the valley
below us as we raced for the door.

Inside, I gave my name to the clerk behind the desk, and I thought he gave me a
funny look as he stepped out from behind the heavy wooden counter and began to
lead us up the stairs to the "party room," as I'd called it. Julie was too
enthralled to notice his expression, commenting on everything, saying we should
come here for a special occasion and spend the night.

"But this IS a special occasion," I said with a smile as we walked into the
room, seemingly filled with people. For a moment, I think Julie thought this
really was a party, and she smiled around randomly, fielding several
appreciative glances. I saw her eyes smile fade, her expression becoming puzzled
as she noticed that this wasn't a party room, or a conference room. It was a
bedroom, with chairs ringed around the walls, a large bathroom off to one side.
There was a small table with hor d'oevres and drinks in one corner, but hardly
the buffet for a party.

She looked up at me, a tiny frown puckered between her lovely eyes, dazed from
the champagne at dinner. "THIS is a party? Who's it for, anyway? Didn't they
have any better sense that to have it in a BEDROOM?"

I put my arms around her and pulled her with me into the room, gesturing around
at the men, over a dozen of them, who had all stopped talking and smiled at her
as we entered. Some were tall, some were medium height. Some were black, some
were white, some Hispanic. Some were more handsome than others, but they were
without exception extremely well built, a quality I knew Julie loved. That had
been one of my main criteria when I picked them: well-built and intelligent. The
very specialized, discreet sperm doner program was very strict about getting
people exactly what they wanted.

"So what do you think, honey?" I whispered in her ear, too low for anyone but us
to hear. "Do you think these guys might make a good daddy? Think they have what
it takes?"

I watched as Julie suddenly realized what it all meant. The smiling, watchful
men around the room. The lack of other women. The sheer dominance of the
king-sized bed, centered against the main wall. I felt her tremble against me,
and I whispered in her ear again.

"I said it was a surprise party, baby, so....surprise. If we can't make that
baby ourselves, maybe we can use some help."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Julie said angrily, and I felt her go
stiff under my hands. I had expected her to be afraid, a little mad, and I was
ready for this. My secret weapon was how well I knew Julie, better than she knew
herself.

"Sweetheart, you know what I'm talking about," I said softly, massaging her
stiff shoulders. "We can't seem to get you that baby you want so bad, and I
don't want you to leave me for some other man, Jewels. I thought maybe it would
be better this way. You'll never see these guys after tonight, and I paid a good
price for all of them to be here. The agency recommended them, hand-picked them.
They're all smart, great bodies, healthy---"

Julie jerked away from me and rushed from the room, and I was just barely able
to catch her outside in the hall, before she stomped down the stairs. When I
took her by the arm, she turned on me.

"I don't BELIEVE you!!!" she snarled, looking at me with anger in her eyes. "You
just 3;just went out and picked these guys to 3;Christ, what's the matter with you,
Mark? Do you think I'd just let myself be bred like some Goddamn animal?"
I backed her into a corner and spoke soothingly, trying to calm her. "Honey, I
love you, and I want you to have this baby. I wish it was mine, but that doesn't
seem to be working. I can stand to have these guys get you pregnant, it's sort
of a...a service, but I don't want you just whoring around with God knows who. I
don't want to lose you, Julie," and my voice went a little ragged.

The anger drained out of her face, and tears flooded up in her eyes as she
touched my face softly, that special little caress she had of pressing her
fingertips against the small strawberry birthmark just under my hairline. Mark's
mark, she called it. And behind that anger, I thought I had seen a flicker of
something else, and I pressed my advantage, the advantage of knowing exactly
what turned Julie on. I knew my wife 3;oh, how I knew her.

I reached up and cupped her breasts through her dress, rubbing them in soft,
unhurried circles, pinching at the nipples just the way I knew she liked. And
though she wiggled and made a little noise of protest, she didn't try to pry my
hands away. "Besides, baby," I whispered, "how many wives get the chance to live
out a fantasy like that their husband has arranged for them, hmmm? Just think,"
and here I plucked gently at her nipples again, "all those men in there, just
waiting for you, Julie, any way you want them, kind of like your own harem 3;."
"Shut up!" she hissed, but she was smiling a little, relaxing under my hands.
"Someone is going to hear you."

I ran my hand down over her belly, cupping the tender little mound between her
thighs, rubbing it softly over the fabric. "Just think, baby, all those cocks,
hard for you, wanting to get in you any way they can," I whispered obscenely in
her ear, feeling my own cock hardening even as I spoke. "All that cum, hell,
you'll be dripping with it. They'll be so much that it won't all stay in you,
probably be allllll over you, your belly, your face, your mouth 3;"
In the dim light of the hallway, Julie looked up at me with soft, glowing eyes,
the sexual heat in them unmistakable. "You knew, didn't you?" she whispered,
stroking my temples again, rubbing her warm little body against mine. I nodded,
running my hands down her back, down over the rich curve of her ass. And I had.
Inside my sweet Julie was a slut that needed to have all the cocks she could
handle, MORE than she could handle, and the baby that would result from it. And
far from being mad at her, I wanted it, too. Maybe it was because this way I was
involved. Maybe I was a fucking pervert, getting off at the idea of watching my
wife getting knocked up by strangers. All I knew was that my cock was like an
iron rod against my thigh.

"Are we gonna do this?" I asked softly, and if she had said no, we would have
walked out and that would have been the end of it, hard cock and baby aside. Her
feelings were the most important thing in any of this. But she looked into my
eyes, wetting her lips, and nodded, so I took her hand and led her back into the
room, to the waiting men.

"Gentlemen, we were just having a little private conversation," I explained, and
I saw the smiles around the room. I guess they knew the score, all right.
I saw that Julie had no idea how to begin, and honestly, neither did I, but I
led her out to the middle of the floor, and the men gathered around at a polite
distance. "Julie, say hello to the guys," I said, standing behind her, rubbing
her shoulders softly.

"Hi boys," she said shyly, giving a little wave. And a chorus of "Hi Julie" went
around the circle, all of them smiling at my lovely wife. I could feel myself
relaxing, getting into the scene, almost as if I'd done it before. Maybe the
champagne was affecting me, too. I lifted up Julie's arms, pulling her short
skirt shorter, molding her dress to the luscious curves of her body.
"Doesn't she look good, guys?" I asked smugly, running my hands down over her
breasts, the tight little nipples that barely poked out through the soft fabric.
And I enjoyed the envy I saw in their eyes. This was my wife, and they might
help fuck her, to give her the baby she craved 3;but I was going to be the one
taking her home.

"Are you okay, baby?" I whispered in her ear, feeling her tremble, but when she
looked at me, that look on her face was pure lust. She was enjoying being
displayed, admired, and I felt like I could just keep going until she told me
not to.

I took the hem of her dress and raised it up slowly over her sleek thighs,
gradually up until the champagne-colored lace of her panties slowly came into
view. Julie leaned back against me, sighing, and I felt the heat of her body
even through my shirt. I kept easing up the dress, watching as the men in the
room glued their eyes on her body, on the silky matching bra that appeared,
lovingly cupping her full breasts. With one fluid motion I got the dress over
her head, dropping it into the floor, leaving Julie in my arms in her underwear
and heels. No stockings, though - her legs were so fit and tan she didn't need
them.

Easing her back against me, I started to run my hands over her body, turning her
to face her harem, my hands stroking her up and down, breasts 3;waist 3;.hips and
thighs 3;then back up. I ran my hand over the flatness of her belly, tickling a
little. "What do you think, boys, think one of you guys can put a baby in this
belly?" I asked, and far from being angry, I heard Julie's little moan of
pleasure deep in her throat. I knew how much she loved to hear talk like this,
and the best sex we ever had was me fucking her while chanting a litany of
obscenities in her ear.

I slid my hands up, cupped her breasts in my palms, bulging them together,
squeezing softly. "What do you think, boys, can you help Julie fill these up
with milk? They're big already, aren't they? Just think how big they'll get when
you guys put that baby in her 3;.mmm, baby, your tits are going to get soooo big,"
I finished in her ear, and was sure that if I put my hand down between her
thighs, I'd feel damp panties. I slipped my fingers into the front of her
panties before the watching eyes, pulled them out 3;.and they came up glistening
with her honey, proof that this was what she wanted, what she needed.
"Oh baby," I whispered, licking softly around the edge of her ear, nibbling the
lobe. "You're so wet, Julie, just like my little slut wife should be. Put your
hand down there, honey, and feel how wet you are." Her slender hand followed the
path my own had taken, coming up gleaming with her juice.

"That's good..now put your hand out, darling. I'm sure one of these nice men
would be glad to lick that hand clean for you." As if in a dream, she extended
her shaking hand, and after the barest pause, one of the men stepped forward:
tall, well-built, his skin gleaming darkly in the lamplight of the room.
"I'm 3;" he started to give his name, but Julie's hand flew up, covering his full
lips before it could escape.

"No 3;no names," she murmured, stroking her wetness over his mouth. "No names,
okay?"

"All right," he said softly, smiling, obviously enchanted with her, his large
dark hand coming up to cover hers, his wide, pointed tongue lapping the juice
from her fingers as if it was the finest wine. And it was.
"Mmmmmm, that sure is tasty," he said huskily, running his tongue from her
fingertips to her palm, over and over, and I felt her body trembling as she
looked up at me, as if for approval.

"Julie," I said softly, "I think he should be the first to try to put a baby in
you 3;don't you?" Slowly she drew her hand back, looking him over hungrily, then
she leaned back lazily against me, rubbing her round little butt against my
crotch, making sure I got a real good massage with her ass.

"I don't knooooow, only if he WANTS to," she drawled, but I saw her smile, saw
him smile, the little game they were already playing. The agency that sent these
guys must have been good at what they did, and they knew how to pick their men.
Julie's first breeder smiled at her, then began to unbutton his shirt, exposed
his gleaming ebony chest, thick and rippling with muscles that jerked under the
skin. I heard Julie catch her breath , felt her shiver as he started to work on
his pants, dropping them and stepping out of them almost faster than I could
follow.

He wasn't a bit embarrassed, standing naked as he reached down and kicked off
his shoes, then straightened back up. My eyes went to his cock, unable to
believe how big he was. He was at least eight inches, maybe nine, and every inch
of that enormous chocolate pole seemed to pulse and throb as he stood in front
of us. Nothing that thick and heavy should have been able to defy gravity and
stick up so far, I thought. Smiling slyly into my wife's eyes, he took the thick
rod into his hand, stroking it up and down, up and down, in a rhythm that seemed
to leave Julie hypnotized.

"Julie, you sure you don't want to start with something a little smaller?" I
said for all the men to hear, reaching up to rub her rounded tits again as I
spoke. "Or are you in heat already, honey? Think you can take all that?"
"I 3;I think so," she said a little faintly, and I saw her lick her lips in sudden
nervousness. Or maybe it was the desire to taste him.

I bent down to breathe in her ear, rolling her nipples as I spoke. "Honey, are
you ready to be bred? Ready for these studs to put their cum in you? Ready
to----"

"Mark, please," she whimpered in a strangled voice, "I'm ready. I want to 3;to
taste him first 3;can I?" My cock was about to burst through my pants at the
thought of what was about to happen, but I shook my head and started to back
Julie towards the bed.

"That might make him less fertile, hon, might damage some of the sperm. Let's
get you on the bed and mounted and once he's shot his load up in you 3;then you
can taste him. You can have any cum left on his cock," I finished generously,
easing her onto her back on the bed. Someone had taken off the spread, leaving
just a half acre of clean white sheets and pillows that would come in handy for
raising Julie's hips up to hold the cum in her. I was vaguely aware of some
small square of plastic and some long linen strips that looked like bandages
laying on the bedside table. I'd learn later how those were used. Like I said,
these guys were professionals.

"Sweetheart, when you're ready, give the word," I said, and I drew back slowly,
watching as the first stud approached the bed, leaning over to rub Julie's calf
in a professionally tender manner.

"I'm ready," Julie said huskily, her hands reaching down to pull her swollen
cunt lips back, and all of us in the room could see the wet pool between them,
could smell the heated musk she was giving off. I could almost see the cocks
coming to attention around the room. I know mine was starting to ache.
"I'm ready," she repeated even more softly, fingering herself in her wet slit,
her eyes traveling from me to her black breeder, her eyes dilated with her eager
lust. "Fuck me...breed me...make a baby in me. I can't wait any longer."
Neither could I.

"You don't have to wait for me, baby. I'm already here," this ebony god said
with a white flashing smile, and I watched as the low, smoothly sexy timbre of
his voice worked on Julie, saw her tremble and spread her legs a little wider.
You may think that I'm nuts, that I should have been mad, that I should have
felt some stab of jealousy. But all I felt was the most incredible hard-on I'd
ever had in my life. And I'd never loved Julie more than I did right then,
waiting for her to be bred.

I was surprised when the heat in her eyes cooled a bit, and for a moment she
seemed almost afraid as she looked shyly at me. "Mark 3;I 3;I'm not sure I can watch
you while he 3;he does me," she whispered, flushing as though she was embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, honey, I want you to be here but 3;" she bit her lip and looked at me
uncertainly, seeming to plead for me to understand.

Reaching over, I took her hand in mine, interlacing our fingers. "I'm not going
to leave, sweetheart. I wouldn't miss this. Maybe I can 3;"

The breeder cleared his throat discreetly and gestured with his eyes to the bed
above Julie's head. I nodded and took the hint, climbing up still fully dressed
and kneeling behind her, my hands stroking the soft, honeyed waves of her hair.
She looked up and smiled at me gratefully. I would be there, close enough to
touch, to encourage 3;but she didn't have to meet my eyes.
As Julie lowered her head to look at her breeder, still standing at the foot of
the bed, I had to grin. Neither of them realized it, but we were all in an
unintended parody of the birthing table that, with any luck, Julie would be on
in nine months, giving birth to the baby this night would create. Looking at the
men around us, at the stud about to mount her, I felt pretty damn sure that no
one here was shooting blanks tonight.

I felt the thick anticipation between my wife and her first breeder increase,
and I slipped into the role of bystander. Around us, the men drew closer,
watching and smiling, some cupping their balls through their pants, rubbing and
patting, warming up for their turn.

"I do anything you don't like, Julie, you tell me, and I stop. This ain't no
rape, okay?" His smile was as soothing as his voice, but Julie and I both could
see the heat of desire in his liquid eyes. She nodded, and he slowly climbed
onto the bed between her wide-spread thighs, bending over to kiss the tender,
lightly tanned flesh of her inner thighs. Julie's hips jerked up, quivering, her
body already so needing that she was like a tightly coiled spring. His full lips
traveled up, skimming her thigh, up over her hip to nuzzle against her lower
belly. His hands were huge, dark against her as they came up to cup and massage
her flat little belly. Oh yes, he knew what he was doing , all right.
"You think this little tummy can take what I got to give?" he smiled up at her,
winking at me. I had to grin. If Julie was in heat, so was I, and I was enjoying
myself. "I got a lot, and you got all these others to do, too."
I felt Julie quiver under my hands as I stroked her shoulders. She nodded, and I
saw her legs part wider, raising her knees up until he was sandwiched between
them. "I can take you," she whispered throatily, and remembering the wide wet
stain on the sheets, I believed her.

"You sure? You right sure?" he teased as he slowly slipped a finger in between
her wet pussy folds, moving easily, smoothly, and Julie moaned as that fingertip
touched and then began to wiggle her clit, making her hips jerk and twitch. His
smile widened into a grin, and he nodded. "I guess you are at that, pretty baby.
Sure is hard in there, that sweet little pussy 3;hard almost like me."
He glanced swiftly at me, checking, and I nodded, not needing to say more. I was
impressed with him, not only with his concern for Julie, but also his check to
make sure I wasn't getting pissed off seeing him fondle her. Far from it. I was
about to cream right in my pants.

"All right then, here we go," he said huskily, and he raised up between her
thighs, his hand reaching down to grip the thickness of his cock as he held it
up and out. From my angle, he looked even more enormous than he had before, but
Julie's thighs kept straining apart, showing her eager willingness to have him
breed her.

"You gotta help me with this so I know I ain't hurting you," he said, close his
free hand over hers. "Open that little pussy up for me, Julie, and help me get
in you just right."

Both of her hands came to pull her puffy wet lips apart, peeling them back like
ripe fruit, and around the bed I heard the collective half-groan of appreciation
from the watching men. From my position over her, I could look down and actually
see her slit protruding like a hard little cock from between the folded-back
flesh, and I watched as the breeder gripped the base of his cock, guiding it up
in between her folds.

Julie moaned and threw her head back as his cock's tip touched her, closing her
eyes as I looked down into her face. Slowly, easily, he rubbed his monster
cockhead up and down the slit, spreading her sweet honey into every crack and
cranny. From the looks of envy and impatience growing on the faces around us,
Julie was going to need every drop of that before the night ended.
"Open up and let me in there, Julie," he said with a short, slow little thrust
of his hips, and then he was pushing, and Julie pushing up to meet him, working
that hard, thick shaft up into her lovely, sopping wet pussy. But though her
hips moved, her face was contorted to stillness with pleasure or pain, I
couldn't tell which.

I touched her cheek softly. "Honey, are you okay?" I asked quietly, her tightly
closed eyes making me wonder what she saw. At that moment, the breeder gave a
firm little push with his muscular ass rippling, and the shudder that ran
through Julie was unmistakable pleasure.

"Mark 3;oh my God 3;.just 3;please don't let this stop too soon," she groaned, and her
legs raised up to lock around his waist, pulling him into her as hard as she
could.

I grinned and ran my finger over her moist, sweet lips. "Don't worry,
sweetheart. We aren't going to stop until you're bred good and full. Okay?"
Her only answer was to moan and pull him in deeper, scissoring him with her long
legs, but she kissed my fingers gratefully. The breeder and I exchanged smiles
as I said, "You heard what the lady said. Fuck her 3;and don't stop til she's
overflowing. Got it?"

"Oh, I got it," he said in a gravelly voice, and he gave a huge but gentle
thrust that made Julie squeal and lock her legs tighter until I didn't see how
he could breathe. I'd been between those pretty thighs many a night, and I knew
the bruises they could leave. Not that I really cared, and I guess he didn't
either.

"Mmmmmm, that feeling good to you, pretty baby? You like how that feels?" he
asked softly, his ass pumping with controlled strength, and then he slipped his
hands under her ass, pulling her up so she could feel him more deeply.
"God 3;oh God 3;yes 3;" Julie babbled in a little-girl tone I recognized as the
ultimate sign of her REALLY enjoying being fucked. "Mark 3;Mark 3;I 3;I 3;" She opened
her wide green eyes and looked directly up into my face, even as her legs and
hips greedily fucked and fucked, filling her sweet pussy with the cock that she
craved so desperately.

I cupped her face, smiling down at her. God, she was so sexy like this, on the
verge of losing control, her body taking what it demanded. "I know, baby. It's
okay. You look so beautiful, Julie, fucking that nice big black cock. Fuck it
hard, Julie 3;fuck it good 3;make all that nice creamy cum shoot up in you."
Her eyes went wide and wild, and I saw her hips bucking becoming more and more
frantic, her legs gripping his waist in a death hold. Like I said before, Julie
loved dirty talk while we fucked. What better than to have me talk dirty to her
while she screwed another cock with my enthusiastic approval?
The breeder must have felt the flood of response inside her, and he'd already
proved he was quick to pick up on the cues of his clients. His hips and ass
began to move in a deep, grinding, raunchy rhythm that made me dizzy to watch
him. "Getting close, pretty baby, you know that? Feel me getting all big in your
little sweet pussy? I bet you soooo ripe and ready to make a baby. What you
think 3;.gonna be me to give you a big ol baby in that little tummy? Huh? Huh? You
want it? You want it?" His speech grew ragged, gasping, and I saw he was
straining to hold back, waiting for Julie to cum first.

"Yesss 3;ohh 3;..Goooooddd yes I waaaaaant it!!!" Julie shrieked, her back bowing
and a scream tearing from her as she came, her hips jerking as she fucked him
ferociously, and in that moment, I felt a tiny stab of envy. What would it feel
like to be him right then?

He must have read my mind. "Uh 3;.uh 3;.that's it 3;that's it 3;get ready 3;get that sweet
pussy ready 3;here it cums, pretty baby 3;here cums that baby 3;here 3;I 3;." With a roar
he jerked her ass up, driving his pole into her to the hilt, so deep that she
screamed and almost threw herself off the bed, except for him pinning her and me
still holding her shoulders. I watched his ass pumping, pushing that tool into
her again and again, and the force of it. Damn, she must have cum to her throat.
Far from making me sick, the thought excited me. My cock throbbed under the
zipper, demanding its turn. NOW.

After a long, shuddering, and shared sigh, the breeder and Julie finally
finished, and he leaned forward to kiss her belly softly, smiling up at her.
Oddly enough, though she smiled at him, Julie raised her arms back to find my
hands, squeezing them as if for reassurance. I squeezed back.
"You gotta unlock me, baby," he laughed, and with a startled little "oh!", Julie
disengaged her long, sleek legs from his waist, allowing him to smile at her and
then pull out with a deep, wet pop, his ebony cock streaked and glistening with
the shine of their mingled cum. I peered down over her sweat-sleeked body and
saw the thick white flood begin to drool out from between her swollen labia.
Damn. He'd earned HIS money.

He kissed the top of her foot playfully, then stood up with a smile, not
speaking again now that his turn was served, backing behind the circle of
waiting men, and it was as though Julie saw them again for the first time. I saw
her wet her lips as she stretched with what I swear was calculated lewdness,
letting her thigh part wide, giving the half circle a good view of her slopping
pussy. From the way their faces all contorted with determination to be next, I
wasn't sure if my cock was going to get relief any time soon.

With her legs spread wide, Julie smiled slyly at the waiting men, then up at me.
There was a different look in her eyes 3;the shyness gone, and something that
could only be described as a slut smiling up at me in its place. "Mark 3;are YOU
doing okay?" she asked mischievously, rubbing the top of her head against my
crotch.

Damn little tease 3;and I was loving it. I leaned down and whispered low, so that
only the two of us could hear. "You doing okay, honey?" All that I needed to
say 3;she nodded and looked up with heat into my eyes, then returned her attention
to the half circle of eager breeders waiting their turn to enjoy the warm heat
of her pussy.

"Sooooo boys 3;who's next?" she purred, spreading her legs wide, raising her hips
up suggestively. Several of them glanced at each other, but no one moved
forward. I decided to take over.

"Gentlemen, there is absolutely no need to be shy with my hot little wife," I
said with mock exasperation. I reached over and placed my hands over the twin
peaks of her full breasts, rubbing them and pulling them up on display. "The
first breeder did a wonderful job of filling her cunt, but he left these
untouched. And just look at this pussy." I reached down and spread Julie's lips
open, and instantly a white torrent gushed out to further wet the already ruined
bed. "Nice 3;very nice 3;but look how much runs out. How is my wife supposed to get
bred if there's not more to refill her?"

"You can use those plastic squares and strips to bind her up between fuckings.
That keeps the jizz from leaking out." I identified the speaker as a strapping
blonde in jeans and a denim shirt. He looked to be in his mid-20's, and there
was something about him that made me think of him as a country boy, a cowboy.
So that's what it's for, I thought, mystery solved, then said out loud, "Thanks
for the tip. Since you said something before anyone else 3;Julie, what do you
think of this one? Think he'd make a good follow-up to your appetizer?"
"I don't know 3;maybe if I saw more of him 3;?" Julie said suggestively, wiggling
her hips as she smiled at him. I saw his eyes roaming over her juicy pussy, over
her tits, and I figured we had ourselves a winner. Sure enough, he returned her
smile and stepped forward, but instead of undressing, he simply unzipped his
pants and reached in, pulling out a cock that was the equal to the brown bomber
who'd fucked Julie so full.

Unlike his predecessor, this breeder was a little less smooth and easy, but
there was an energy about him that even I could feel. I saw Julie looking at him
with interest, and I decided to egg them on a little and see what happened.
"Nice. Looks like that could really knock her up good," I said, deliberately
crude, and I could see the flush of heat flowing under Julie's skin, heating her
right up again. "Tell us about your cock, my friend. My wife is a smart shopper.
Why should she buy you?"

He grinned, not at all embarrassed, and his hand gripped his swollen, bobbing
shaft as it poked out his zipper, waggling it at Julie playfully. It was obvious
how proud he was of it.

"Buy me? Hell, you're LUCKY you can get me. I was watching your pussy while my
bud was fucking you, and you need something big like this to keep all that cum
up in there to do the job. But I only work if I can be on the bottom. You gotta
better chance of a boy that way, anyhow. Least, that's what I heard."
I wasn't entirely sure I liked him, but I could see why the agency sent him. He
was crude, raw, but had plenty of enthusiasm and probably no trouble getting a
hard-on. He was wrong on one account, though. I didn't care what sex the baby
was they put in Julie's belly: either flavor was fine with me, as long as it was
healthy.

"Julie, up to you, babe. He says he works bottom. You feel like riding that big
stick of his? Or is my little wife all tired out from her first breeding and
needs to loll around on her back with her legs up?"
In answer, Julie smiled and was up on her knees in a flash, and I heard the
little laugh travel through the room as she patted the bed. I started to get up,
but she stopped me. "Not yet, Mark. You have work to do, too." And she smiled. I
wondered what THAT was about.

The blonde breeder climbed up on the bed, bunching the pillows behind his head,
not even getting undressed. His cock poked up sharply from his lower belly, and
I felt my eyebrows raise. Crude was one thing, but he hadn't even taken off his
boots. "Didn't you forget something?" I asked pointedly.
"Nope!" he said cheerfully. "I don't undress. My dick is all your wife is
interested in, and I kinda like being dressed and fucking a naked chick. Makes
me horny as hell." I didn't quite know how to take him, and I glanced at Julie.
One sign that she was put off by him and he was out of there. But she was
smiling.

"I like it like that, too. A nice slutty fuck," came the incredible words from
her lips, and I almost choked. She patted my cheek, laughing, and after a minute
I did the same, reaching out to playfully tweak her nipple. "Okay Jewels, you're
the boss. You like it like that, then that's how you get it."
"Oh, I like," she agreed, and her eyes gleamed as she watched him stroking
himself. "Can I ride it?"

"Absolutely, ma'am," he smiled, holding it up, and without ceremony, he invited,
"Hop on, lil lady, and let's see how you ride. I gotta warn you, I cum
hard 3;might push you right off my cock. You better want that baby real bad."
For just a split second, I saw the serious side of what Julie and I were doing,
and we exchanged a glance. "Oh, I am," she said a little defiantly, and as if to
prove it, she straddled his thighs and began knee-walking up to his cock. He
grinned and held it down and out, the perfect angle, and I'd never seen anything
as dirty and sexy as seeing my wife wiggle that hard, thick pole right on up
into her pussy. No hands, just her pussy lips finding and inserting all of him
into her cunt, already greased with the remnants of her black stud's cum.
She raised her knees up until they sandwiched his hips, nestling him snugly into
her pussy, tight and deep. "You seem proud of your cock. Let's see what it can
do," she challenged him, putting her hands on her hips.
"What can you do for me?" He grinned up at her, then put his hands behind his
head. "Hell, you're the one that wants knocking up so bad. You're the cow and
I'm the bull. You show ME what you can do."
As the night wore on, and with my help, Julie showed him, all right. And all of
the other breeders, too.

 

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