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This story is a collection of forum posts by contributor Sheryl. Enjoy!

I was 26 and had been married to my husband for almost five years when we decided to have children. Things were complicated because I'd been having an affair with my boss for several months. When our family plans, he became sullen and insisted I be the father. For a while after stopping the pill, I required both my husband and lover to wear a condom. My boss continued to talk to me, sometimes tough and sometimes sweet, but he always brought the conversation to his impregnation of me. When I was ready, I let both guys go bareback. My boss persuaded me to allow my husband access only near a period, and we marked on the calender the most fertile times when my boss would schedule extra work activities with me...and screwing me. I became pregnant within four months. Could have been either guy, but I know my boss is probably the father. Part of me is ashamed, but mostly it's what I wanted and still makes me hot.

I wrote previously on a Saturday morning, when my husband always sleeps in. Well, almost always. I heard him awaken and knew he would soon come downstairs to where I was sitting at the computer. I rushed to complete my posting, and when I returned to the site and looked today, it was only semi-coherent. Having it to do over again, I might not write the posting at all. But, that's not an option, so here's an edited version. If I'm going to look like a slut, I'd just as soon look like a slut who knows how to write.

I was 26 and had been married to my husband for almost five years when we decided to have children. Things were complicated because I'd been having an affair with my boss for several months. When I told my boss of our family plans, he became sullen and insisted "I'm going to be the father." I told him that couldn't be. For a while after stopping the pill, I insisted upon protection with both of my men. My boss continued to talk to me, sometimes in a demanding way and sometimes sweetly, but he always brought the conversation to impregnating me. When I was ready, I let both guys go bareback. My boss persuaded me, however, to allow my husband access only near my period. In a private code, I marked on my boss's e-calendar the most fertile dates. He would schedule extra work activities with me for then and always end up screwing me. I remember our first "date" in this new schedule. We had had sex many times before, and sometimes it would be animalistic and others just fun. When for the first time he set upon breeding me, the look on his face was one I'd never seen--an unsmiling intensity that made me quiver inside. After he came, he lifted my lower body from my butt and gently stroked my ass. He held me there for several minutes, became erect, and did me a second time. I became pregnant within four months of what became a routine. About a 1 1/2 year later, my boss received a promotion to a neigboring state. He asked me to follow him, but I didn't. The father of my first child could be either man, but it's most probably my former boss. Part of me is ashamed, but mostly it's what I wanted and still makes me hot. Three years later, my husband and I have started talking about having our second child. I fantasize about the possibilities.

To my surprise, I've become devoted reader of this site. Memories of my former boss, that I've buried away but not forgotten, were revived as if yesterday. Being willingly impregnated by a determined, strong man, who is not my husband, is strangely erotic. Seeing my own story was almost like taking a drug. I tracked down my boss's telephone number, and, after a couple of days, found the nerve to call him. Wasn't sure what to expect. He was, as always, charming, but he was also aloof. He told me if we were going to "get together again", I'd have to apologize for not following him when he was promoted. I told him that I was married and owed no apology. I nearly hung up but hadn't the strength. The conversation continued for another 20 minutes and become more intimate. I apologized.

I last wrote about a month ago and am catching up.

My boss, Andrew, and I have since spoken six or eight times by telephone. I told him about Preggoman's site and a discovery that I have a compelling erotic interest in pregnancy. I told him a woman wrote that we, as women, are "cows" and exist to be impregnated by our men. I told Andrew about writing here and having a reply posted that soon I'd become very submissive to him, and about another posting about resuming my secret calender to help him impregnate me again. I confessed that while some of these thoughts were alarming, they aroused me as well. He told me to masterbate as I drifted from telling one story or another that turned me on, and I did as he said. In the first call, it took time and persuasion to get me "there", but by our most-recent call, I wore only a pair of old and nearly forgotten cutoffs. My fingers were in my pussy almost before I finished dialing the phone.

It took time to make arrangements and make our excuses, but Andrew and I have a luncheon scheduled for Thursday at a Great Lakes city located about halfway between our homes. If the pieces fit, maybe I'll write again.

Sometimes this journey seems surreal. Like I'm Alice and have fallen through the rabbit's hole. Your encouragement to write is calming and makes me think I'm just obsessed not insane. Thanks for listening and for your words.

For those hoping for my confession of pregnancy, this "report" will be a disappointment. I've only recently stopped taking the pill, and, at best, my cycle is irregular. The timing of our luncheon wasn't particularly good in that sense.

Honestly, I was also quite nervous. I'd not even seen Andrew in nearly three years. He had passed 50, and I wondered (or, at least, half-wondered) if I'd still be attracted. What's magical about 50? Well, nothing. He might have had a bit more grey in his light brown hair but was still very fit, smelled great, and still knows how to dress. The latter, alone, makes him top 10% for guys--at least in the States.

Anyway, after a surprisingly formal embrace and a bit of awkward small talk, Andrew suggested a light lunch by the pool. It was a beautiful and coolish day. We sat at a table under an umbrella, and he ordered caparinhas--a new Brazilian drink. New for me. They're limey and tasty and strong.

Within what must have been only 10 or 15 minutes, we were starting our second drinks. He was maintaining almost constant eye contact and stroking me with his words. I was mostly listening, and, in different ways, saying versions of "yes". Within a few minutes more, I was again quietly sliding under his familiar spell. I remember vaguely the comment that I'd become submissive and thought the feeling delicious. Why fight it.

Andrew had asked that I bring photos of my daughter. Let me call her "Karyn". I wasn't surprised at the request and was happy to do so. I've always thought it more than likely that he was the father, a probability that he insured. But I expressed to him and to myself there was uncertainty. She could be my husband's. As we spoke at the pool, and examined various photos, he pointed out physical similarities between Karyn and him. He even showed childhood pictures of himself and his younger sister that emphasized those similarities. Andrew said something like, "She's mine and you know it, Sheryl." I responded, "possibly, probably". We resumed looking at the photos. He speaking with me listening. He repeated, "She's mine." I agreed that she probably was, but he persisted. He wanted me to say it, without qualification. Finally, the words came from my mouth, but they seemed to come from far away. "I know." He said, "you know what?" I nodded my head and said, "I know she's yours." The conversation continued with me saying, in different ways, that Karyn was Andrew's, and I had no doubt of it.

Andrew then talked to me of my pregnancy, when I was carrying his daughter. He very soon, and with little resistence, had me saying I loved being pregnant and loved that he was the father. After an hour or so at the pool, I was saying smoothly (as smoothly as my increasing intoxication would allow), that I loved him impregnating me, that nothing satisfied me or was as important as bearing his children, that I wanted more, and that I wanted his children, exclusively.

Andrew took me to his room. I held his left arm with both my hands. I felt incredibly weak. When we entered his room, he told me to kneel and lick his cock. I quickly complied. It seemed only an instant later that he undressed himself and me. We spent the next 2 1/2 hour having mind bending sex with him making directives and me saying or doing "yes". He told me he owned my "mouth, pussy, and ass", and my responses were all "yes".

When we had to part, Andrew told me it was time to make changes in my marriage. My husband (I'll call him "Tommy") needed to be taught new rules. Andrew wants me to meet a woman friend of his who is married and can give me "new perspectives". At the time, I said "ok", although I've since had second thoughts. There must be limits to everything, right? We'll see.

During my lunch date with Andrew, he had used his tongue, cock, and a toy on me. My initial passion passed into a feeling of submission that was even more satisfying than.... I don't know what, but at one point I saw shapes, colors, symbols--visions of sperm and an egg. Like real people weren't part of the picture. Then he explored my behind like I'd never allowed, and, for the first time, it was something I needed. He said it was a demonstration of his complete dominance, and I just nodded my head twice, silently, in agreement. He then took me there.

Before we parted, Andrew said when I returned home, I was to "cut off" my husband, Tommy. Although making no promise, that I did. He also gave me a note and told me to call or email his married friend (I'll call her "Lydia") and discuss Tommy's new rules. I nodded and mumbled something like "ok", though I don't now remember exactly what I said. That was a difficult contact for me to make, but with Tommy cut-off, except for masterbation, so was I. I had a soreness days after coming home, more muscles than anything, but not just muscles.

Whether hormones, or curiosity, or my need to please Andrew, on the second Saturday morning after being with him, I emailed Lydia. It was easier than the telephone, but doing "something". I needed to do something. I checked the email maybe a dozen times during the weekend, wondering if I'd said too much, if she'd get back to me. Wondering whether I sounded in my email like a geek or a slut or maybe both. I once even tried to retrieve the email but unsuccessfully.

On Monday evening after work and with Tommy in the shower, I checked my computer again, and Lydia had written back. She told me where online to be the very next evening, at 11 pm. I was there as scheduled, she found me with an instant message. We made introductions that seemed more than a little weird. She has since begun to do what she calls "mentoring" me. Must go now.

Writing would be easier if I knew how things would turn out. I'd know what was important and what not.

Andrew and I haven't gotten together again. In part, it's because we don't live close, but more becaused he wants to have everything "sorted first".

Lydia has a philosphy of relationships that she is sharing. She operates a women-only health club where I see her at least three times a week. Lydia has placed me on a strict diet and an exhausting set of exercises. I feel in the best condition in many years, although often weary.

We discuss my submissive inclinations, and she urges my total acceptance. I could be more detailed but haven't time now.

Lydia supports what she describes as "vasectomizing" of the husband. This means, in part, the physical act of having a vasectomy but it also includes socialization. At maturation of the process, the husband is likely to be loyal and an ideal father figure to children. The wife is free to mate with other men and to explore relationships with other women as well.

She practices the philosphy and has mentored me with helping Tommy to accept it as willingly and completely as her husband. Lydia has two daughters, not by her husband. She describes herself as "very bi". (No, guys, sorry, I'm not into that. No story to tell.) Her confidence is infectious, and, as she say, "Tommy is showing promise."

As you may tell from my note, Lydia speaks to me in almost clinical way. It is and it isn't. Her mentoring is sometimes erotic, at least it feels that to me, but without relief.

Hey, Naughty, to answer your question, or at least one of them, exercise reduces my stress. It helps me relax and also helps me focus better during mentoring. Lydia likes to do so after I or we exercise. Can't say exercise satisfies my libido. If anything, ideas I'd never thought sexy become so.

I've begun to act upon the thought of cuckolding Tommy. Talking to him about it is frightening and a rush at the same time. Lydia has told me to look directly into his eyes when discussing it, try not to blink, and smile only a little. Doing my best to be a "good" student.

Lydia has emailed me cuckold stories, mostly fantasizes, I think. At first, I'd memorize them then tell them to Tommy as I masterbated him. He and I went out of town for a weekend two weeks ago, and I read a story Friday evening late, Saturday afternoon without completion, then Sunday morning. Helping him less with masterbation with each reading...leaving it more to him. He told me he liked the stories, but only as a "fantasy". I smiled a little, and as mentored, didn't raise the subject again.

On Monday, he asked if I had any more stories. I said I might and asked if he wanted me to read one to him. He said he did. I told him only if he took off his clothes and sat on the sofa stroking his "wicked cock". He turned red and didn't do anything for a couple of hours. I came downstairs, and, at least half to my surprise, found him sitting naked on the sofa. He rigid cock had an angry purple head. I read the story...or about half of it...and he exploded. He apologized, and I told him to clean up everything. He got to it.

Again, as Lydia suggested, I said, "Next time let's do it with a stranger online." Tommy looked like a lost boy--kind of cute but lost. In my own way, I love him.

At this moment, I can feel my heart, the blood rushing. And it's my time. I wish Andrew were here to take me. It's like he has a drug that I need--only not one that he shoots into my arm.

I've had difficulty trying to post, so I'll be brief. Tonight I finally convinced Tommy to join me on a cyber-romp...with a guy I'd recently met online. With Tommy at my side on the keyboard, I was "seduced" by John. Things progressed further than expected for my first date with Tommy observing...even if only a cyberdate. Before the evening was over, Tommy was squinched beneath the table eating me as a told him of my new lover, and wrote to John about Tommy's service. Very erotic. Lydia will be pleased with Tommy's progress...as, I think, will Andrew.

Homer Vargas

Everything about this is interesting, but I think the part about Lydia mentoring you is the best. Please tell us more about her or your interactions with her. Is she Andrew's personal friend or does she mentor wives on a regular basis? How fascinating!

I hope you have less trouble posting in the future; there is so much we want to know!

If you need any more fantsies for Tommy, a few of my stories might work although they may be a little too advanced.

Homer,

I'm flattered by your interest in my "diary". In answer to your question, Lydia has auburn hair and killer green eyes, and she is in great shape. She's more sexy than beautiful. At first I was intimidated by her and thought her ideas radical, even silly. I've come to see her brilliance and that my training of Tommy is natural, not something about which to feel guilty. I asked once of her relationship to Andrew (or her "history" as she calls it). She reminded me I was her pupil, and it was for me to learn not to pry. I'm good with that.

I did tell one of your stories to Tommy. It's like Dawn and Ken and Maria and another guy. Lydia suggested Tommy would respond better if Maria were the only truly dominant female...so made that modification. Hope you'll not mind, but I also liked the story as written. Tommy responded very nicely.

Homer Vargas

Thanks again for sharing your interesting dairy.

When I aksed about Lydia, I was not thinking of her looks. In fact, I had supposed yours was a cyber relationship. I meant how she learned her tricks, if she had trained other women to train men, etc. Along those lines, you may be interested int the following "Real Women Don't do Housework" It seems like the dynamic Lydia has you using on Tommy, although for more sisnster purposes.

http://www.geocities.com/ladymisato/

I am thrilled you could use "Dawn and Ken and Maria and David" I'd love to see the version you did in which Maria is the only dominant female, as Dawn is the one who took David away from Maria. Soundes like you are wiiting in life a "Sheryl and Tommy and Andrew and Lydia."

Keep us posted!

I was unaware of the site "Women Don't Do Housework", but the philosophy is much the same. Lydia includes "vasectomization". She indicates I must be careful NOT to humiliate Tommy in a public sense or before our daughter. Her husband is quite handsome, dresses very well, and coaches Lydia's older daughter's club basketball team. I've seen a couple of their games and watched other moms flirt with him. There's not a clue that his penis is Lydia's property, and on those rare occasions when he or she are away on business, is truly under lock and key.

I'm flattered in the interest in telling my story. That's ok with me. I've fictionalized names and a couple of other non-essential details to protect privacy. So, it's not 100% true. I'll not wish to participate in the story writing myself. I'd be curious what ending someone might give now.

No, I've not been with Andrew. My initial communications with Lydia were cyber, but they're very direct and personal now. Lydia has said when Tommy fully submits, the attention will be redirected toward me. Tommy's progress has surprised me.

Homer Vargas

Obviously you cann only relate events with tommy when there are evenets, but i the mentime, we'd like to hear more about Lydia and what she has told you and what she she has done with her husband.

Homer, I can do that. Your reference to "Women Don't Do Housework" struck a familiar note. Lydia spoke to me about her husband becoming addicted--realizing what was happening but craving the reward anyway. Sometimes he'd "backslide", resist, and she'd have to work with him. Getting him to do the laundry was something she'd use to measure progress. Her "litmus test". Well, he does her laundry now, nearly all of what isn't sent out...and even her daughters'. Several of the discussions in which her husband passed control to her, including his agreement to become an adoring cuckold, followed a particularly lengthy duty with washing, and, especially, ironing. Lydia said he was tired and aroused and suggestable. Her husband is now her plaything, and most remarkably his penis. She told me, and he has also said it is so, that she has nearly total control concerning when and if he become erect. At the same time, Lydia has and exercises total freedom.

Tommy and Lydia's husband are different guys in a lot of ways, but the addiction part seems similar to me. I have very recently brought Tommy from online cuckold to phone sex cuckold. Saturday night, I even had him call my long-distance boyfriend to initiate our session. When I think the moment is right to move forward, I now often say something like, "Want some candy, Baby." He now knows that's code for want some sexual stimulation...or, really, drugs. If he doesn't say "yes", though he usually does, I turn cold, and only relent after he pleads or does something (usually a little corny) like buy me roses. When he does say "yes", I may give him a little candy or a bit more--but never a full dose. Lydia insists that he not have full access...at least not until he asks for and receives a vasectomy.

Homer Vargas

I know I speak for all when I say how interesting this is. I’d still like to know even more about Lydia and if she mentors others. Has her husband had a vasectomy? What is her lover like? What is the “candy” you give Tommy as a reward? In your phone sex with John, is he the “other man” who is going to knock you up while Tommy watches (listens)? As you are not with Andrew or getting any from Tommy, how do you deal with your urges?

Thanks for sharing.

Tangled

First off I know only what you have told us, and while I find your story incredibly erotic, I also think that the path you have chosen is misguided.
Andrew dominated you, and you responded to it. You responded to it because it was something that your husband was not giving you. You see he loves and respects you, and unfortunatly that is translating into him being less aggressive in the bedroom than you need him to be. You seem to love him, you want to keep him around, but you are beginning to feel that you need more than his tender respectful touch. So what makes more sense:
Making him more respectful, more passive and more pliable so you can have occasional trysts with a man who lives out of state ( or strangers? even the emotional risks don't outweigh the physical ones), OR set the beast loose inside the man you married, and who still could possibly be the father of your first child.

Here is my suggestion, get an overnight sitter and plan a night with him.
Tell him in advance that you want to cede all control to him, and tell him that nothing is off limits. ( I am assuming here that you have done things with Andrew that you have never done with your husband, but that he might want to try but is afraid of offending you). After you tell him this, explain that you want to be surprised, and while you will accept whatever he does, you don't want to discuss it until the big night.

If it works, and he can satisfy you tell him, that this what you want.
If it doesn't work and he wusses out, well then I hope that the one night does not set back his training.

I mean as long as your going to the trouble of training him, why not train him to be what you want, rather than training him to accept you getting what you want from someone else.
The path you have chosen will at some point come to an all or nothing cusp. You may think you have him trained, but when it comes down to him knowingly let you be with someone else, he may not be able to handle it during or after the fact, and you may lose him forever.

STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT INSTALMENT OF SHERYL'S DIARY!