The Conscientious Cuckhold  (MMF, cons, rom, DP/anal, impreg)  Part 1 of 3...
By Marco Vassi

Subject Matter: MMF, Consensual, Romance, Double Penetration
(Oral/Vaginal & Oral/Anal), Impregnation.

PART  1  OF  3

Tom had never seen her so beautiful, so lustrous.  Lying on their
king-sized bed, naked, her full breasts in sweet disarray, the nipples
already wrinkled in anticipation, Laura looked to him like the
embodiment of every man's wet dream.  Her eyes were lidded and her
thighs were spread, her pussy wet from him having just licked it.  

There was only one thing wrong with the picture: Tom wasn't the only
man in the room.  A few feet away stood Jack, a twenty-five-year-old
with the body of an Olympic diver and a cock that would make him a
star in any locker room.  Jack was going to fuck Laura, and Tom had
given his consent.  

Tom and Laura had been married for six years and were still romantic
about it.  It wasn't just that they remembered all their anniversaries
- the first time they met, the first time they kissed, the first time
they fucked - but they continually reaffirmed the meaning of their
union, reminding each other all the time that their marriage was
forever.  

The only thing lacking in their world was a child.  For the first few
years they used birth control to avoid pregnancy, wanting to settle in
to one another before introducing a third.  But when they were ready
and Laura tried getting pregnant, nothing happened.  It took a year
before they could admit there might be something wrong.  When they
went for tests, their suspicions were confirmed.  Tom was sterile.  

The news threw him into a deep depression.  He brooded and sulked for
several weeks and then offered to give Laura a divorce so she'd be
free to find a man able to impregnate her, a "real man," as he put it.
Her response snapped him right out of his gloom.  First she mocked his
self-pity, then grew angry that he would even "speak the word
divorce," and finally burst into sobs.  His reaction was automatic; he
felt a pang at his heart and his cock got hard.  He walked over to
where she sat, pushed her back onto the couch and lay on top of her,
kissing her face and lips and tears.  A minute later he was fucking
her, his cock thrusting through his open zipper, both of them still
fully dressed, the front of her skirt raised just enough to expose her
thighs.  

Afterwards, they lay in close embrace for a long time, whispering and
murmuring to each other, ringing in variations on their vow of love,
their promise of forever.  When they'd slid down enough from the
slopes of ecstasy to remember the reality that shot them up there in
the first place, Tom said, "I guess we'll adopt."  And that's when
Laura turned his world upside down.  

"I don't want someone else's baby," she said.  "I want my own.  I want
the feeling of being pregnant.  I want the experience of having a baby
grow inside of me and come pushing out from between my legs.  I want
my breasts bursting with milk and my infant child sucking life from my
nipples."  She grasped Tom's head in her hands and ran her thumbs
across his temples.  "You wouldn't deny me that, would you?"  

He shifted his body so that for its entire length, it was separated an
inch from hers.  He put his hands over hers and stopped the friction
on his temples.  "How can I deny you what I can't give you?" he asked.
She didn't reply and they gazed blankly at one another for a few
minutes.  "You're talking about another man's sperm," he said at last.
"You're talking about going to a sperm bank."  

"Yes to the first, no to the second," she told him.  "I don't want
artificial insemination.  I don't want a baby that sits in a frozen
test tube before getting planted inside me."  They gazed at each other
for many minutes more, this time, however, not blankly.  His eyes were
filled with a fright bordering on panic.  "You're talking about having
another man fuck you," he said.  

The next few weeks were given over to fighting, which they both
enjoyed more than depression.  This time it was she who offered
separation, freeing him to find a woman who "doesn't make such
terrible demands."  But when she said the word "divorce," the
emotional static surrounding their verbal communication went suddenly
silent, and her sentence hung clearly in the air.  They stared at one
another in amazement.  It was the first time in their marriage when
they realized that a breakup could actually happen to them, that they
weren't figures in a fairy tale.  In that instant, Tom knew he'd do
anything not to lose Laura.  Outwardly, however, he wasn't ready to
capitulate so easily.  

"No divorce," he said.  "I can't use the word, neither can you."  

"Then what...?" she asked, letting the sentence trail.

"Why, I suppose you'll go off to a bar some night and pick up a guy
and go to a hotel room..."  

He didn't finish his sentence either; he had to duck the book she
threw at him.  "Not like that," she said.  "We'll go to the sperm bank
and find somebody with good genes.  And he'll come here.  And you'll
stay with me when he...does it."

"No way," Tom replied.  

"It has to be like that," she told him.  "Don't you see?  While he'd
inside me you'll be holding me and kissing me.  He'll donate the sperm
but to make a baby you need love too.  I need you to be loving me wile
he's fucking me."  

"But a threesome..." he said.  

She smiled at him in a special way, a way that melted his thoughts,
stirred his chest and sent heat flushing through his groin.  She
walked toward him, swaying.  "I don't think that one teeny-weeny..."
she said, and brought her mouth close to his, brushed her breasts
against his chest, and cupped his cock and balls in her hands...
"little threesome is going to be all that upsetting."  

When she sank to her knees, pulled down his zipper and fished his cock
out of his pants with her lips, he mentally signed the papers of
surrender.  In so doing, he had to suppress his doubts and fears, but
he couldn't erase the knowledge that he was going against his natural
grain and that he'd agreed to something that was potentially very
dangerous.  "Well," he thought, "Better to risk the marriage bravely
than let it fall apart because of cowardice.  

Later, after sex, he voiced his doubts, and she used the woman's
equivalent of logic, which is making her voice sound reasonable.
"It'll be a very fast thing," she said.  "And you'll have to approve
the man first.  We can ask the sperm bank to give us a list of
suitable candidates and you can meet with them, explain what we want.
And only when you're comfortable with one of them will we do it."  

"Comfortable picking a man to fuck you?" he said.  

She pinched his nipples.  "And what if it does make you a little
jealous," she said.  "It'll only make our lovemaking sweeter when he
goes.  I want your sperm inside me right after his."  

"Won't that make it a bit crowded in there?"

"Silly," she replied.  "His are there to do a specific job; yours are
there because you own the place."  

"You sure the kid will be healthy being conceived in the midst of all
this strangeness?" he asked.  

"It's always a risk no matter how you do it," she replied.  

Finally, he accepted the idea.  He was ready not only to go along but
to take an active part in engineering the strange encounter.  Two days
later he contacted the sperm bank, and he and Laura went over and were
shown profiles on a number of candidates - physical descriptions,
medical reports, personal histories - but no names and telephone
numbers.  They sifted through the dossiers and chose a man who seemed
ideal.  Then, two hundred dollars slipped to a file clerk got them the
information they needed.  

Tom called Jack and met with him alone at first.  He found the young
man—ten years his junior—rather likeable, good-natured and a bit
simple-minded.  He felt completely unthreatened.  Jack suspected some
kind of trick, but before long he accepted that the offer was sincere
and agreed to go along.  Tom told him that Laura was due to ovulate in
about ten days, and that they'd call him when the time was precisely
right.  

"What did you think of him?" Laura asked when Tom returned.  

"Seems healthy and decent," Tom told her.  "I think it'll be all
right."  

(End of Part 1 of 3.)

