TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

Copyright c August 2000 By C.D.E.  ALL Rights Reserved

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All Characters And Events Depicted In This Story Are Purely 
Fictional.  There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To 
Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons.

Story Content:(M+/F, MF, Inter, MM, FemDom, Incest, Mdom, )

WARNING: THIS STORY IS A PURE SEXUAL FANTASY.  DO NOT READ 
THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, AND/OR DO NOT LIKE 
READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE 
GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, 
PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED, OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, 
SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND 
OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE LOVERS.

TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

AUTHOR'S NOTE OF THANKS:  Many thanks to Spa8110 for his 
idea on Monday Night Football in this part.



Title:  Family Bonding Part 5
Author: C.D.E.

ABSTRACT: James, naive and virginal, is engaged to 
Judy, the daughter of the apparently loving, caring, 
sharing, closely knit Smith family.  James begins 
bonding with his new in-laws during their engagement, 
and after he eventually marries into the Smith family, 
he discovers that outward appearances of the Smith 
Family's image proves deceptive.


CAST:

Judy Smith-Fiancee/Wife
Judy's Mother - Mother Smith
James Jackson-Fiance/Husband
James's Mother -Mother Jackson 
James's Aunt- Aunt Jasmine


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CONTINUED FROM PART 4


	I decided that it was time to stop being weak 
kneed and stand firm up against Judy's effort to 
hopelessly cuckold, dominate, and disgrace me.  I 
remembered the saying that a strong offense was the 
best defense.  I hoped by being firm, I could at 
least get her to be more reasonable and come to her 
senses. 

	If she was really intent on having the baby by 
Rod, then nothing I do would deter her. However, 
surely she must have some moral consciousness about 
what was fair and afford me some respect as the man 
she was truly in love with.

I would be counting on that respect to come 
forth if I stood up to her on a significant issue 
such as this.  I was assuming that she'd seen me cave 
in too many times, and simply lost respect for me 
along the way.  So my plan was not to passively agree 
to her blatant scheme of having Rod's baby.

	I also thought that maybe she was just bluffing 
and all this was just a test to see if I had the 
courage to stand up to her.  I began feeling very 
confident that a firm stand and personal resolve 
would turn the tide for me.  Therefore, I figured if 
she saw me with more backbone, she wouldn't try to 
run over me as she literally had talked of doing.

I figured I had nothing to lose, and could only 
increase my esteem in her eyes.  After all, I thought 
I'd already hit rock bottom in respect to being 
browbeat and downtrodden by her, her family, and my 
own family.

CHAPTER 15 EVENTS FROM OUR ENGAGEMENT: A Strategy of 
Strength 

I decided to get Judy and I fresh drinks before 
I sprung my strategy of exhibiting strength before 
her.

"Thank you James darling, you make a great 
highball."

"Thanks."  I said with an air of confidence.

"James, I'd like for you to call Rod and talk to 
him about this situation too.  I think he'll back me 
up in saying that if you truly love me, you'll agree 
to me having his baby."

"Of course he will, what do you think I am Judy?  
A fool!  Listen, this silly idea of yours and his is 
dead on arrival with me!"  I said raising my voice 
for emphasis.  "You're not going to have his baby!  
If you're going to have anybody's baby, it'll be 
mine!  Understand?"

"James!  What on earth is the matter with you?  
Why are you raising your voice and talking to me in 
that tone?"  Judy said with some alarm in her voice.

So far so good, I thought to myself.  I assumed 
that my show of strength was having the desired 
effect.

  "Now, Judy my love, I won't be calling Rod, 
because Rod can go to hell with his crazy idea. I be 
damn if he's going to dictate to me that he can knock 
my future wife just because he wants too."  I said in 
a brazen cocky confident tone.  I continued to be 
even cockier. "Just because he's going to be out of 
the country for a long time is no reason to leave us 
his little bastard to remind either of us of him.  
Sure, he's bigger than me, but that doesn't mean I 
have to give into him, and neither do you, even if he 
does have a bigger cock."

 "I see.  James, I need to think about all 
you've said.  Would you please make me another drink 
and excuse me, while I go freshen up."  Judy spoke in 
a much less belligerent, but in more of a softer 
monotone voice.

As I made a new batch of drinks, I felt 
extremely confident that my strategy was working very 
well and that maybe this whole relationship might be 
turning around because of my ingenuity.  I savored 
the subdued way Judy was acting before leaving the 
room.  However, as with many things in my life, me 
patting myself on the back was somewhat premature.

When Judy returned, she was indeed a different 
person, but not the persona I was expecting.

"Well James, I've thought about all you've said 
and I've made up my mind as to what needs to be done.  
That is, if you haven't changed your mind and decided 
to call Rod as I asked you earlier."

"Not by a long shot, Judy my love."  I said in a 
caviler gleeful tone, without even turning around to 
face her.

My back was to Judy as she entered the room.  I 
was still mixing the drinks and feeling an air of 
confidence I'd never experienced outside of my 
daydreams.

"Then, that means I guess I'll have to try and 
persuade you, love."  Judy's voice had a different 
tone than what I expected.  I had just picked up our 
two drinks and had started to turn around when I 
heard this unexpected noise.

"Whooosh!"

"SMACK!"

I heard this second louder noise at the same 
time I felt the impact of something hitting my 
thighs.  It seemed to cut right through my knit 
jogging pants.  The pain was immediate.  I fell to 
the floor.  The two drinks I held went tumbling in 
the air.

"OUCH!"  I heard myself cry out almost 
simultaneously and as unexpectedly.  As I hit the 
floor, It was then that I saw Judy standing over me 
with one of mother's home made whipping instruments.

I'd only been whipped once with the monster Judy 
held in her hand.  I was a teen at the time.  The 
whipping instrument was a homemade device guaranteed 
to inflict pain. It was a thick, but skinny black 
automobile fan belt.  The handle was a loop of the 
belt itself, that was taped together to make it so 
that it wouldn't slip as it was being used.  It had 
weight and flexibility.  It was perfect for whipping 
and inflicting pain.

Realizing my plight quickly, I sought to scamper 
away from my tormentor.  

"So love, just as your mom said you would, you 
do need some behavior correction from time to time.  
Well, I can tell you that those few credits you've 
got on the books from the demo whipping I gave you 
earlier, won't help much, because you need quite a 
bit of persuasion to compensate for your unruly 
`mannish' behavior."

""J-Judy!  P-Please dear... T-This is-is not the 
way t-to handle our problems.  L-Let's sit d-down and 
talk a-about..."

"Whooosh!"

"SMACK!"

"OUCH!"  Judy had swung again at me so fast and 
made contact with my upper thigh so quickly I was 
stunned.  Her actions were like a blur.  I tried to 
scamper further away, but soon heard the noise of the 
fan belt cutting through the air again.

"Whooosh!"

"SMACK!"

This time she caught me on my upper butt.  The 
blow stung severely, even through the pants I wore. 
The impact also caused me to loose my footing. Before 
I knew it, she was right on top of me.  Escape was 
almost impossible now as she quickly sat down on my 
back, facing my feet, and proceeded to rain lash 
after lash on my upturned buttocks.  I was pinned 
down. Her weight was on my back and I couldn't move 
no matter how I tried to turn and roll.   She'd 
braced her feet to either side of me.  It was next to 
impossible for me to get up.

Judy had 2 inches of height on me, but 
apparently was also much stronger than I.

"OUCH!"

"Whooosh!" 

"SMACK!"

"OUCH!"

"Whooosh!"

 "SMACK!"

 OUCH! OUCH! P-PLEASE! SOB! OUCH! PLEASSSEEE! 
Don't... SOB!... PLEASSSSEEE Don't Hit me again.  L-
Let's talk!  SOB! PLEASE!."  I was begging and 
crying.  I was crying and begging.  Neither seemed to 
deter her from lashing me with a vengeance. 

Judy's shouts to me, her increased breathing 
sounds - that is from exerting herself by lashing me 
so hard - and the steady rhythmic swinging and 
impacting of the fanbelt created a terrifying blend 
of sounds.

"So... Gasp!" "Whooosh!" "SMACK!"  You don't 
want to be cooperative with me... Gasp!  Then that 
means you need a little "Whooosh!" "SMACK!" Attitude 
correction and adjustment to... "Whooosh!" "SMACK!" 
persuade you of your responsibility... "Gasp!"... to 
be at one with your wife. "Whooosh!" "SMACK!" "Gasp!"

I was in pain in the worse way.  I thought 
things couldn't get any worse, but it was then that 
she bared my butt by pushing down my jogging pants.  
The first lash on my naked flesh caused me to buck 
even higher than before.  What a difference that thin 
layer of knit fabric made.  My legs were flaying 
around in all different directions as I tried to get 
leverage to get from under her.  It was to no avail, 
as she even struck my legs and thighs with that 
infernal fanbelt, when they got in her way.  The pain 
was intense.

"OUCH!...

"Whooosh!" "SMACK!" 

"PLEASE!...  SOB!... JUDY!... SOB!...  NO! NO!  
OUCH!"

"Whooosh!" "SMACK!" 

"OUCH!... PLEASE! STOP!... PLEASE! OUCH!... 
PLEASE! HAVE... OUCH!... MERCY ON ME!  PLEASE!"

"Whooosh!" "SMACK!"

"OUCH! NO MORE! OUCH! I-I'll... SOB! W-WILL DO 
ANYTHING YOU WANT!..."

"Whooosh!" "SMACK!"

"OUCH!  I-I'LL... OUCH!  DO IT!  PLEASSSEE!  
OUCH!  NO MORE!" My arms flayed in all directions as 
I tried to grab something to try and pull myself away 
from under Judy.  The effort was totally useless. I 
also beat the floor in front of me with my fists.  I 
was frantic and the pain was great. I had to do 
something to help me dissipate the pain that was 
emanating from my rear and seemingly radiating 
through my whole body.

"Whooosh!" 

"SMACK!"

"OUCH!"

"Whooosh!" 

"SMACK!"

"OUCH!"

I was a crying slobbering mess, but my fiancee 
went on at least another 30 seconds as I continuously 
conceded I'd do anything she wanted of me.

Finally she stopped. Even though she did, my 
bottom was so well bruise and stinging, it quivered 
all by itself as I sought to move it to quell the 
fiery blaze that seem to emanate from it.  I don't 
think but one whipping I got from either my mom or 
aunt came close to the one my fiancee had just given 
me.

"Gasp!... Now listen to me James.  Did I 
Gasp!... hear you say you'll... Gasp!... do all I 
asked of you?"  She asked of me as she was trying to 
catch her breath.

"Y-Yes... Sob!"  I replied sobbing and 
slobbering uncontrollably.

By the time she let me up, I'd capitulated on 
everything I was fighting against.  I was back to 
being the wimp I was before, and with the  throbbing 
pain in my rear to boot.  I knew I'd been whipped 
thoroughly.  

"James, if you won't tell them, I won't tell 
your mom and aunt about your need for this little 
scolding.  Is that okay, or do you want them to know?  
I wonder if they may give you another whipping also?"  
Judy said in a smug tone.

"N-NO! Sob! Please d-don't... Sob!... t-tell 
them."  I replied softly sobbing. I suspected she was 
correct in her assumption.  

We both now knew she again had the upper hand 
and her position was even stronger than before in our 
relationship.  We both knew I wouldn't be trying to 
assert myself for a very, very long time, if at all.  
I'd been thoroughly beaten and knew it.

  	Judy sat back and rested after her workout of 
beating my ass black and blue.  I laid on the floor 
whimpering and sobbing, right where she left me.  I 
was thankful for the lashing to have stopped, but it 
was obvious that not only had my strategy failed, it 
had failed miserably.

	"Whew!  That took some effort James darling.  
But it was worth it to give you the treatment you 
needed for your mannishness.  Your mom said it would 
pop up from time to time.  But don't worry, I'll 
gladly take care of it for you.  That is, when you 
need help in ridding yourself of such fits of macho-
ness.   Doesn't it feel good to be your old self 
again?"

	"O-Oh Judy, w-why... sob!... d-did you have to 
Sob!... Have to hit so... Sob!... h-hard?" I 
stammered as I sobbed and whimpered like a baby.

	It took a long while for me to quiet down and 
stop sobbing.  My rear was still a blaze of pain.  
Judy demanded I come across her lap so as to rub 
ointment onto my bruised and swollen bottom.  I 
refused at first but when she insisted, I knew I had 
little choice as she held up the ointment and pointed 
to her lap.

While I was making drinks earlier, she'd 
apparently snuck down to the basement and brought up 
the fanbelt whip and ointment.

	"Ouch!  P-Please Judy, don't rub so hard.  It 
hurts."  I cried out as I once again lay across my 
fiancee's lap like a small child.

	"Keep your hands away and let me do just as your 
mom showed me how.  Remember the ointment must be 
rubbed in real good to do its job of reducing the 
swelling, and to heal these welts.  By the way, 
aren't you going to thank me for treating you so 
quickly to rid you of that attack of mannishness and 
trying to be a macho asshole?"

	"P-Please Judy, I-I'm just not in the m-mood 
to..."

	"James darling, it doesn't take much to be 
mannerly and say a simple thank you.  You use to be 
much more polite than that.  Maybe you need a bit 
more treatment from our little friend here to get you 
back to being your old self."  Judy's tone was 
serious, yet it had a bit of eagerness that scared 
me.

	"N-NO!  No More!  T-Thank you Judy f-for h-
helping me g-getting o-over being m-mannish.  Thanks 
so much for helping m-me be my old self a-again."  I 
stammered and stumbled over my words until I got out 
what I knew she wanted to hear.

	"Now that sounds like your old self, confident 
and yet mannerly.  Now darling, if you ever feel an 
attack coming on again, just let me know and I'll get 
our friend here, Mr. Fanbelt, or another of its 
friends, and try to cure you of the malady, no matter 
how much it tires me out laying into your rear. 
Understand?"

	"Y-Yes Judy, I-I understand." I mentally moaned 
and sighed as I replied and winced from her continued 
ointment rub down of my still aching rear end.  I 
knew with a fair amount of certainty that me ever 
trying to exhibit any sort of manly control in this 
relationship was gone forever.

	I was almost as glad for Judy to stop the 
ointment rub down as I was her whipping of me. 
However, the rough massage did seem to help the pain 
in my bottom.  She allowed me to re-dress.  She then 
directed me to clean up the spilled drinks.

Later, she cuddled me to her, not so much like a 
lover, but more as a child she was consoling.  I 
found it difficult to look in her radiant, but 
beautiful smug smiling  face.  I was her subjugated 
wimp now, without question, and we both knew it.

	After a bit of trying to convince me that she 
did me a favor by whipping me, she finally got back 
around to what caused her to beat my ass in the first 
place.  I dreaded this moment was coming.

	"James, now that we've discussed this, I want 
you to call Rod and discuss it with  him.  After all, 
it's him that wants to hold me to my promise and have 
his baby for us. He's convinced me why I should let 
him plump me up.  I want you and he to have a man to 
fiance talk, so he can convince you.  Maybe you'll 
persuade him not to do me.  Anyway, call him darling.  
This is a good time, as his wife is out of town 
visiting her mother."

	I picked up on the fact that my fiancee didn't 
afford me the respect of referring to me as a man, 
when she talked of a `man to fiance talk'.  However, 
I figured it was best if I didn't say anything 
inflammatory that would cause her to get Mr. Fanbelt 
talking again.

I dialed Rod as she instructed, not having the 
slightest idea of what I was going to say.  It was a 
most miserable feeling.  Below is the narrative of my 
conversation with him - the best I remember it.

PHONE CONVERSATION WITH ROD:

Rod:  "Hello"

Me: "R-Rod?"

Rod: "Yeah!  It's me.  Hey isn't this James?"

Me: "Uh, y-yes."

Rod: "Well, what does Judy's wimp want at this time of 
night.  You're lucky my wife is out of town or I'd be 
real pissed at you disturbing me now.  You aren't by 
chance calling for Judy are you?"

Me: "Uh, w-well, y-yes."

Rod: "Well shrimp, what do you want?  You call to tell 
me you want to suck my dick again, or is it about me 
filling your new, soon-to-be bride's tummy with my 
baby?  Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

	What he said and how he said it, as well as the 
sound of his laughter really made me angry.

Me:  "L-Listen Rod, t-there's no need to be sarcastic 
a-and to p-put me down. B-But listen, the reason I-I 
called is about this b-baby promise."

Rod:  "Good! I want to knock your bitch up and give 
y'all a personal wedding present from me.  Judy was 
mine first and I thought she should have something of 
a personal momento from me, since she's going to get 
her name changed soon."

Me:  "B-But a baby.  T-That's so much to ask of a ..."

Rod:  "Listen wimp! That's what I want!  Plus, you 
know she wants me to plump her up too.  A woman wants 
to get knocked up by a man with a slab of dick meat 
she can feel putting the juice to her, as he stretches 
her and probes the bottom of her cunt... not a bird 
dick like yours, that she can't even feel."

Me:  Rod, I-I know you've got it o-over me when it c-
comes to s-sex... a-and that y-you're the better man 
in bed... b-but p-please don't do this to us. W-Would 
you release her from her promise... please?"

My voice trembled and I was nervous and sweating. 
I pleaded desperately with my fiancee's old high 
school flame.  Judy, who was sitting beside me, seemed 
to be smugly enjoying my miserable plight.

Rod: "Sorry shrimp, I told Judy I wanted her to tell 
you about this.  I didn't want it to be a surprise to 
you that I wanted her off the pill and unprotected. 
I'm going to be boning her hard and deep over the next 
few weeks. I'm going to be doing some serious baby 
farming.  I'm gonna plant my seed deep in her fertile 
juicy twat patch.  Anyway, by now, you know she wants 
my baby.  You know I'm not forcing her to do anything 
she doesn't really want to do. Since you claim you 
love her so much, you'll accept what she wants to do.  
And you must love her from all the stuff I've seen you 
submit to.  Stuff I'd never do for the love of any 
bitch.  Well anyway, that's another story.  But listen 
wimp, the reason she and I talked about being open 
with you... and you should appreciate us being open.  
Don't you?"

Me:  "Uh, w-well, I-I guess so."

Rod:  "Good!  The reason is that if she has my kid and 
you gonna be the daddy, I want to make sure its 
treated no differently than if it was your own kid.  I 
expect my kid to have loving and caring parents and a 
warm loving home environment. Understand where I'm 
coming from wimp?"

Me:  "R-Rod p-please don't call me wimp.  L-Look,  is 
it m-money you want?  I-I don't have much..."

Rod: "Fuck you!  Money ain't the issue! Now listen to 
me! You listening!"

Me: "Uh, y-yes Rod, I-I am."

Rod: "Since it's a foregone conclusion I'm gonna fuck 
your slut bride-to-be and fill her up for you by your 
wedding day, do you promise to be a good daddy to my 
baby and be a good husband to her too?  I-I want to 
hear you say it exactly like that, word for word."

Me:  "Is it-it really necessary for m-me to..."

Rod:  "Damn right!  Do as I say wimp or I'm gonna make 
it a point to whip your ass good the next time I'm in 
town, which, by the way, will be in three days."

Me:  "O-Okay!  I-I-I promise to b-be a good d-daddy to 
your b-baby a-and a g-good husband to Judy t-too."  I 
replied stammering nervously and out of fright at this 
new threat. To my chagrin, Judy's face lightened up 
into an even brighter smile as she heard my words.

Rod: "That's better.  Isn't it wonderful when a loving  
couple reaches consensus on an issue.  I'll see y'all 
in a few days.  Is Judy there?"

Me: Y-Yes."

Rod: "Give her the phone."

I meekly handed Judy the receiver as I slumped 
back defeated and knowing that I was going to be 
cuckolded in the worse way, even before my wedding.

After Judy hung up, she let me know me that I 
would have a fighting chance to stop her from getting 
impregnated with Rod's baby.  My eyes opened wide in 
anticipation of this bit of good news.

"Darling, Rod said he'd permit you to be my  
natural oral birth control.  He thought it only fair 
to give you a fighting chance to thwart his plan for 
me.  He says if you're effective at preventing me from 
becoming pregnant with your mouth, he'll not bother us 
again about keeping my commitment to him.  I really 
think that's very fair of him, don't you James 
darling?"

I said nothing but hung my head in utter 
disappointment at her statement.

	I'm not the dumbest person in the world.  I knew 
losing this battle only opened me up to losing it 
again if she wanted a baby from Jeffrey and/or Judd.  
At least they were white, and even if cuckolded, at 
least we, or at least I, could claim they looked like 
distant relatives.  

Even though the baby from Rod wouldn't look like 
me, at least it would be  white. Maybe Judy's threat 
of a black baby was just that.  A black baby would be 
the ultimate symbolism of cuckoldry and represent a 
great measure of utter humiliation and disgrace to me.  
Maybe things were going to be bad for me with her 
having other men's kids, but at least I should be 
thankful if they were all white.

	   Her threat to me earlier of a black baby had 
of course caught me off guard.  However, I couldn't 
explain me having such an intense climax at the very 
mention of being the daddy of a black baby.  It 
worried me later at the implication she'd made of the 
incident.  However, I didn't have time or wanted to 
even think about that for the moment.  I had my hands 
full worrying about being the committed daddy of 
another man's white baby.


CHAPTER 15 EVENTS FROM OUR ENGAGEMENT: Just In Time 
For The Wedding.

True to this word, Rod inseminated Judy. I really 
put my best sucking efforts into vacuuming up every 
bit of his viscous, cream colored spermy fluids from 
her pussy.  I of course knew I didn't have much chance 
of preventing her insemination.  But since Judy had 
expected me to be a sucker, literally, for them 
anyway, I thought I'd give it my best.  After all, 
sucking up his abundant loads of rich semen was the 
only tool I had to fight with in this battle.

	Each time he and Judy mated, they insisted I be 
there and in the same up close position I'd been in 
the first time they had sex in my bedroom.  Nothing I 
said could deter them from wanting me in that abject 
degrading position, while my bride-to-be was being 
inseminated.

	"James darling, I want it to be said that you 
were very close by when our first born was conceived."  
Judy said with total sincerity.  Rod only smirked and 
chuckled at her words.

	As I manned my position, I was again inundated 
and drenched with flying and drizzling fuck juices. 
Rod's loads were so copious.  I almost knew from the 
start that with his deep injections into Judy's womb,  
she couldn't help but get pregnant.  Over the 12 or so 
times they coupled for the express purposes of him  
impregnating my fiancee, I ate huge quantities of his 
hot gooey ejaculate, melded with her abundant pussy 
juices.

	Within five weeks of her first insemination 
coupling with Rod, Judy was announced pregnant.  I was 
sad and yet glad.  Sad because I would forever be 
cuckolded by the actions of those two, but glad that I 
didn't have to any longer be drenched in their fuck 
juices and be a prisoner of the hot, humid, dripping 
copulation grotto between their coupled sex organs. I 
was also sad because, everyone still held me to my 
commitment to be a virgin on our wedding day.  Hence, 
still only my tongue could  invade her delectable 
snatch, even though she was fully knocked up by 
another man in time for our wedding.

	The other sad thing was that Judy didn't hide any 
of these activities from either her family or mine.  
Also even sadder was that both of our families 
fervently supported her fulfilling her commitment to 
Rod.  It really hurt to be chided by my mother and 
aunt for not wholeheartedly supporting my wife-to-be 
in keeping her pledge to her old high school flame.

	Both my family and hers, without the slightest 
bit of reservation or hesitancy, agreed that Judy and 
Rod would make a prettier grand baby for them than one 
by she and I.  Both families seemed surprised at my 
recalcitrance on this whole matter. 

 	When our wedding day came, Judy marched down the 
aisle toward me at the altar, dressed so exquisitely 
in an expensive, lacy white wedding gown, with a long 
white satin train.  She was so beautiful, even if she 
was almost two months pregnant with the child of 
another man, when we said "I do".

	I also wasn't happy in the least about Judy 
wanting me to ask Jeffrey, Judd, and Joe to be my best 
men.  Mind you, I didn't say best man, but best men. 
She wanted all three of them there standing there with 
us at the altar. I was glad Rod had already left on 
his trip abroad.  I'm sure if he hadn't, Judy would've 
probably insisted he be there too.

I was rather upset at her for demanding I do 
that, but she reminded me that I'd promised to be 
cooperative, otherwise, it was apparent that I needed 
an `anti-mannishness' treatment.  That caused me to 
calm down and be passively cooperative. 

It also hurt for me to ask her three lovers to 
participate as best men, as she requested of me. I was 
not only incensed at doing so, but was beyond 
embarrassment when I did so.

	Being almost 2 months pregnant didn't cause Judy 
to show significantly in her wedding dress, but there 
was a slight bulge.  However, before her walk down the 
aisle, she'd already eagerly revealed to all her 
friends that she was expecting.  I was around several 
of her girlfriends when she told them at the wedding 
rehearsal party.  Almost in the same breath she let 
them know that my virginity was still in tack. 

This led to her friends snickering as well asking 
her or speculating as to who the father was.  Her 
answer, "You'll find out when the baby is born."  Such 
talk, with me being present, caused me all sorts of 
embarrassment and facial contortions.  Nothing I said 
to Judy would deter her from making me more miserable 
or looking foolish.  She only kept reassuring me that 
I looked like a hero in her friend's eyes. 

	"James darling, just as I told you, all my 
friends think very highly of you that you haven't 
deserted me just because I'm pregnant with another 
man's baby.  They look upon you as an honorable man.  
You're a hero, just like I said you'd be. If anything, 
they're gossiping about me in a negative manner, not 
you."

	The other embarrassing part of the wedding was in 
the public statements of affection and commitment we 
made to each other.  I didn't want to say anything, 
since I was basically a coerced partner.  However, 
mother and Aunt Jasmine wouldn't hear of that.

	I complained about the words virgin or virginity 
being used in the original statement that was written 
for me.

	"James, tell you what, if we don't use virgin or 
virginity, will that make you happy and stop your 
complaining?"  Aunt Jasmine asked.

	I replied in the affirmative, confident I'd won a 
minor concession in getting back some of the manly 
respect due me.  After all, a man doesn't go around 
shouting he's a virgin and hasn't had intercourse 
before, especially at his wedding.

	I promised them that I'd stop complaining and 
memorize the new statement since they removed any 
reference to the word virgin.  

	I don't know why I can't ever win especially when 
going up against Mother or Aunt Jasmine, or Judy for 
that matter.  The rewritten statement was per our 
agreement, but it still embarrassed me.  However, 
they'd already had my promise and they held me to it.  
Again, I felt so used and abused.  I just wished I'd 
read their statement before promising to read it sight 
unseen.

The other thing was that I had to memorize and 
recite the statement from memory.  They made me 
practice and recite it endless times prior to the 
wedding.  The statement was a disgrace coming from a 
man, but it was what they wanted and, unfortunately, 
what I'd committed  to say.  Judy and her family 
thought the words were delightful.  It read:

`To my beautiful Judy, the love of my life, I pledge 
my heart to thee and only thee.  I'm very proud to be 
bonded to you, even though inexperienced in coital 
matters, I offer myself, and my love, to you, and ask 
that you accept me as yours forever.' 

I heard Judy's public statement for the first 
time at the altar.  It read as follows:

`James, you are the true love of my life.  I accept 
you as mine in your state of virginal innocence and 
will ensure in whatever manner I need to, that your 
love remains mine, and mine alone.  I know that as we 
bond our lives and start upon this journey of marriage 
together, as well as start our family, we will be so 
happy.'

	I went first with my statement, so I didn't hear 
Judy's statement until after I'd recited mine.  After 
hearing her speak, I turned noticeably redder in the 
face.  Once again, I knew I'd been conspired against 
by Judy and my folks.  Hearing a few noticeable 
murmurs and giggles from the audience didn't help 
matters either. 

	I asked myself why did she have to mention the 
two things that pained me so, that is, my virginity 
and the matter of starting a family, when she knew she 
was already pregnant by another man.  I was an abused 
spouse even before I left the altar.

 I felt so put down by what was happening to me, 
but could do absolutely nothing except suffer in 
silence. 

Judy wore a very bright and radiant smile through 
out the ceremony.  It brightened even more when the 
female minister announced us `woman and husband'.  
Another verbal slap in the face, I thought to myself 
as we newlyweds kissed each other. 

"You're mine now."  She whispered as we broke the 
salute.  I didn't know what to think.  I did truly 
love Judy, as I've said numerous times, but I just 
felt like I was a prisoner in the engagement and I 
suspected the marriage would be even more of a prison.


 CHAPTER 16 EVENTS FROM OUR MARRIAGE: The Honeymoon

	It was wonderful to get away together by 
ourselves.  We went to Bermuda.  It was such a 
paradise of a setting.  Judy and I really bonded on 
this trip. It definitely reminded me why I really fell 
in love with this incredibly beautiful woman.

	The utmost thing on my mind was finally being 
allowed to put it in my new bride.  Making love to her 
was indeed a dream come true.  From having been so 
intimately close to her, as she had been sexed by her 
father, brothers, other male relatives, and most 
recently with Rod, I knew I couldn't come close to 
holding a candle to what they had done, to her pretty 
pouting juicy pussy.  However, I humbly did what I 
could, and tried to make up the difference with my 
tongue and lips.  I was so happy to just have her all 
to myself and for us to be by ourselves.

Even though the issue of Rod's baby was just 
beneath the surface of all our `What we're going to do 
when we get back home' conversations, we found so much 
to mutually talk about other than that, as well as to 
enjoy the sights on the beautiful island we were on.

	After a few conversations directly dealing with 
her lover's child, I approached the matter impartially 
and rationally, even though the way the whole 
situation was thrust on me was anything but that. 

I assessed that what was done, was done.  My new 
wife was carrying another man's child and it was a 
foregone conclusion that we were going to raise it.  I 
finally approached the matter as `let bygones be 
bygones' and that we should look toward the future 
with a clean slate.

	I also knew I had to accept the reality that our 
honeymoon would be over, in more ways than one,  when 
we reached home.  I knew that the other men in her 
life, would be a necessary and continuing part of our 
lives.


CHAPTER 17 EVENTS FROM OUR MARRIAGE:  The Honeymoon Is 
Over

	A year after the wedding and the honeymoon, we 
were in a stable marital pattern.  

	Our baby by Rod was a boy.  Judy named him Rodney 
James Jackson.  I was a bit upset that she named him 
after Rod, but I guess I shouldn't have been 
surprised.  However, the fact that she gave him my 
Christian name as his middle name, and, and of course 
my last name, did do something to my ego.  I can't 
explain why though.

Having not been around babies much, the little 
fellow stole my heart.  He had many of Judy's 
features, but there was no doubt he strongly resembled 
Rod.

Judy's and my families were delighted that I 
acted like the doting new father, even though both 
families were praising that Rodney had the handsome 
features of his mother and real father.

I tried to not let such comments get to me 
emotionally.  I had come to accept my lesser status in 
our marriage and had come to be at peace with myself 
about it.  It's obvious that both families, and my 
wife, prefer me to be cast in that light, otherwise 
why would they all have so overtly conspired to 
subjugate me?

My job at the college was going great and I 
really liked what I did for a living.  Judy only 
worked part time since she wants to spend a lot of 
time with our infant son, Rodney James.  I also spent 
quite a bit of quality time with him too, because I 
was usually his baby sitter when my wife was out on 
dates during the week, or away with her lovers on 
weekends.

 My life, at this time, even though one of 
subjugation and submission, to my wife, her family, 
and of course my family, was somewhat in balance.  I 
guess a better word would be predictable.

I say predictable because I can count on some of 
the previously mentioned folks making sexual demands 
on me.  I guess demands is a nicer word than outright 
sexual abuse.

As you know from the earlier part of my story,  
the Smiths had long been performing son-in-law sexual 
abuse of me. It started soon after I discovered the 
practice of incest in their family. 

 Of Judy's folks, it's primarily her Dad and Mom 
who uses me as a sex toy whenever it's convenient for 
them to do so.  

Mother Smith is quite demanding about me sucking 
her creamy hairpie at least once a week, with twice a 
week being the norm.  Sometimes, she wants me to do so 
even more frequently than that.

Whenever I'm over at Judy's house to do Mother 
Smith's bidding, it's at these times I never know when 
I'll be called on to suck a big stiff dick or two or 
three or more.  If Mr. Smith is there, it's almost a 
certainty, he'll want to soak his big slab of prick 
meat between my lips just because I'm there.  If other 
relatives are there and they need, or want some head, 
it's a sure bet I'll be forced to oblige them. 


MONDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL 

One particular Smith Family ritual I hate is 
Monday night football.  It all started out as Judy's 
idea for me and her Dad to find some common ground to 
improve our relationship.  From my perspective, the 
only way that was going to happen was if he stopped  
forcing me to be his forced cocksucker.  I told her 
so.

"Please James, you should try to be positive and 
flexible here and not dwell on your trivial peeves."  
My wife said after I expressed myself.

She continued to talk as I glared back at her.  I 
was speechless at the her categorization of my 
complaint being a "trivial peeve".

"Look, darling.  I know Dad is a bit forceful at 
times, but I think it would be good if you made the 
first step in trying to improve the relationship 
between you two.  After all, you're the one always 
complaining to me about the situation between you 
two."

"The reason I do Judy is that y-you and your 
mother don't seem to help me out when I ask y'all to 
deter him from making me do those things.  I-I know 
his abuse won't stop unless y'all help me out."

"First of all darling, Dad and the other men are 
not abusing you.  You're just fulfilling a need for 
them.  That's not abuse.  You're use to the taste of 
jism and they need somewhere to put all the excess 
jism they have to give.  That's all there is to it,  
no more, no less."

Finding it useless to convey my point, I went 
along with my wife's idea of viewing Monday night 
football with my Father-in-law.

To my surprise, for the first half of the game, 
he was rather civil and concentrated on the game.  He 
was very verbal about the plays and the players.  I 
was not a sports fan, so I just listened and pretended 
not to be bored, which I was. 

Things were going fine with he and I spending 
some traditional quality time together. The problem 
started at half time.  It was then, he appeared to 
become a bit yancy.  He was on his third beer by now 
and that's when I noticed that he started rubbing his 
crotch in a more noticeable fashion.

As the third quarter began, it was then that he 
reached out with his big hand and powerful arm and 
grabbed me.

"C'mon Jamie, I need you to intercept my dick 
with your lips."  He said so after pulling my face to 
his crotch.  The swollen bulge, which was not there a 
few moments ago, was clearly evident as he forced my 
face to his crotch.

"Mr. S-Smith!  P-Please not tonight.  Can't we 
just w-watch the game and n-not do..."

"Damn it Jamie, don't be fucking difficult!  Get 
on your fucking knees and wrap your lips around my 
dick.  It's hard and needs some attention.  Now do as 
I say.  I don't want to miss any of the game cause of 
you.  You want me to tell Judy you weren't cooperative 
with me?  Maybe I'll suggest to her she needs to take 
you to the woodshed and whip your ass."  He chuckled 
after he spoke.  I knew that Judy just might take his 
advice seriously.

Again, sensing that capitulation was the only way 
out of another odd situation I found my self in, I 
moved to my knees between his legs and helped him 
slide his trousers down.  His exposed crotch and huge, 
but familiar and very erect penis loomed before my 
face.

Moments later, he guided his swollen dick head to 
my lips and I did as he wanted.  I had successfully 
intercepted his cock.  He warned me he just wanted to 
suck on him slowly, as he moaned that he just wanted 
to `wet and soak his dick'.

He kept me on my knees with my mouth wrapped 
firmly around his big tool for the remainder of the 
game.  He only let me up for air once.  That was when 
he went to get another beer, and I believe a potty 
break.

When he returned, his large member was semi-hard 
as it swung to and fro as he walked.  You see, he had 
taken off his pants and was wearing only a shirt, T-
shirt and socks.

After he sat down, he pulled me back to his 
pinkish dick head after opening the fresh beer and 
taking a swig.

"That's it.  Just a slow suck is the way I want 
you to do it."  He moaned as he felt the return of my 
mouth and the resulting wet warm-ness upon his dick 
meat.

Not to belabor my point, but Judy's Dad used me 
as a cum dump that night and insisted upon my presence 
at Monday night football there after.  When I sought 
to decline to be present the following Monday night, 
Judy openly threatened me with a whipping for being 
uncooperative, anti-social and against her parents.  
Again, fearing corporal punishment and pain, I quickly 
surrendered to her desire and her Dad's demands.  I've 
been his Monday night football dick warmer ever since.

WIFE'S THREE LOVERS GET IN ON ABUSE

 Jeffrey, Judd and Joe, were also to become a 
part of the sexual abuse imposed on me.

The three got involved in the act of sexually 
mistreating me about four to five months after Judy 
and I returned from our honeymoon.  Since Judy was not 
as sexually available as she was before coming 
pregnant by Rod, especially in the seventh through 
ninth months, the three of them turned to me to be 
their depository of the many loads of sperm that 
normally would be deposited into my wife.

"Darling, the three guys want you to do for them, 
the same thing you do for Daddy sometimes, since I 
won't be able to take care of them on a full time 
basis.  You know, until after the baby is born."  Judy 
said to me one day, out of the blue.

"What!  Now surely they don't expect me to become 
their cocksucker too.  Your family keeps me busy, and 
full too, I might add, taking care of their..."

"Before you get in a tizzy, darling, it was Daddy 
that suggested it to them and me the other day.  He 
said that since you're  my husband, they should expect 
you to be of some use to them while I'm out of 
commission."  Judy replied cutting me off.

"Y-You m-mean your father told them that?"  I 
stammered in surprise at her revelation.

"Yes he did.  He let them know that you should be 
responsible for draining off the build up of sperm on 
their balls."  Judy said in a matter-of-fact manner.

"It's bad enough he uses me as the Smith family 
cocksucker and pussy licker, how can he just offer me 
up to them too?"

"You know how big hearted Daddy is."

"B-But Judy, w-why can't they just jerk off like 
I-I have to do when you're too tired to give me some, 
cause you're out sexing them.  I-I'm s-sorry.  There 
is no way that I-I'm going to do them.  Please tell 
you father that I can't do..."

"You'll have to tell him dear. I'm just passing 
on a message.  I can tell you right now,  jacking off 
is something that won't go over well with them.  By 
the way, I've heard masturbation is not necessarily 
good for men with big cocks, like Jeffrey, Judd and 
Joe.  I've heard that they should ejaculate in as 
close to a pussy like environment as possible.  You 
know, like a warm wet mouth engulfing their stiff 
rods."

"W-What!  I've never heard of anything so 
ridiculous.  What about us men who aren't so well 
endowed?"

"I've heard it poses no potential dangers to  
little prick guys.  In other words, it's okay for 
y'all to beat your meat when you need to."  Judy 
replied.  She then added, "James Maybe I should have 
the guys come over, and the four of you work this out.  
Then they can go back, or you can go to Daddy and tell 
him your decision."

"N-No! Judy, Please don't.  The last thing I need 
is to be surrounded by three hard up guys with stiff 
cocks.  They could easily overpower me and I-I could 
end up being mouth raped or worse."  I replied with a 
genuine tone of terror in my voice.

"James, don't you think you're over reacting 
about this whole thing?"  Judy said in a softer tone.

"O-Over reacting?  Of course not!  I-I don't 
won't to be their cock..."

"Why not darling, I suck their cocks for them.  
Why can't you too, for me, while I'm having this baby 
for us?"

"W-What?  A-Are you now saying you a-agree with 
your father?"

"What I'm saying darling, you've sucked dicks to 
completion for my folks many times.  You've also 
suckled on Rod's cock several times, not all the way 
though, but what's wrong with giving head to Jeffrey, 
Judd and Joe since my cunt won't be available to them 
for a while?"

"W-Well, uh, Judy, it-it's the principle of the 
matter.  T-That's why.  I-I shouldn't have to suck 
anybody's cock, period.  B-But y-your father and 
mother have that video o-of me a-and..."

"You really don't have a good reason, do you 
James?  You're just bringing up excuses, especially 
about my Mom and Dad, aren't you  Mr. College 
professor?  It's your ego isn't it?"  Judy's tone of 
voice was now becoming belligerent.  

I knew that this discussion could end up turning 
ugly and in the end be detrimental to me.  It was 
obvious that now Judy was interested in me sucking the 
dicks of her lovers.  In fact I began to wander if 
this wasn't her idea all along for me to be their 
surrogate mouth cunt.  I decided to try and present a 
strong argument based on decency and fairness.

"J-Judy,  Y-You're starting to get angry with me 
now.  Why? W-What have I done wrong? Isn't it fair for 
me to resist doing something s-so perverted?  And now 
I'm being asked to do it for men that are also still 
in competition with me?  N-No Judy, it's not my ego 
and I'm not making excuses." 

"Yes, darling, I am starting to get angry because 
I see you as trying to be obstinate.  I was hoping you 
saw Jeffrey, Judd, and Joe as sort of, well, as 
husbands-in-laws, rather than competition.  Really, 
there is no competition.  I'm yours and you're mine.  
Okay?  Secondly, perversion is in the eye of the 
beholder.  Neither of the guys would think of your 
mouth on their throbbing dicks as perverted.  You'd 
simply be stepping in for me.  Since I'd be out of 
service for a while, you'd be filling in for me by 
letting them shoot a little of their jism down your 
throat.  That's all.  Is that too much to ask of my 
loving caring devoted husband?  Or do I have to see if 
I can get Daddy to change your mind?"

I sat silent for a moment.  She knew I didn't 
want to confront her father in any manner.  I was 
basically scared of him and Judy knew that.  I knew it 
might be hopeless, but, I still didn't want to give in 
and willingly become a cocksucker for Jeffrey, Judd 
and Joe.

It was at that moment that Mother and Aunt 
Jasmine dropped in for a surprise visit. In a way I 
was relieved, because I assumed their visit would give 
me an opportunity to formulate a possible way out of 
this latest turmoil before me. Little did I know at 
the time that their visit would do just the opposite.

After greeting them and making a pot of coffee, 
we sat around the table talking.  Us drinking coffee 
and Judy a big glass of juice. She was off coffee 
while being pregnant.

As we just chit chatted about a little bit of 
everything, Mother just happened to ask how things 
were going with us.  Judy and I replied  almost 
simultaneously. I answered "Great!"  Judy answered 
"We're having a bit of a problem."

To my unbelieving ears, Judy laid out everything 
about Jeffrey, Judd and Joe, right before Mother and 
Aunt Jasmine.  I was stupefied.  I almost couldn't 
talk. I couldn't believe she was doing this.

"So, James, you're saying you're too good to suck  
their dicks, even though Judy does, and even though 
you've sucked Judy's Dad's dick, her brother's and 
that of several of her uncles and cousins?"  

Mother's words caused me to be speechless.  I 
could only look at her.

"It also seems that Judy's Dad thinks enough of 
you to be Jeffrey, Judd and Joe's dicksucker, why are 
you fighting it?" Aunt Jasmine added in a perturbed 
tone.

 "It-It's the principle of t-the m-matter.  Y-You 
see..."  I tried replying but was cut off.

"What I see is that you're being silly about 
technicalities, and worse, creating a worrisome 
situation that adds negatively to Judy's mental state.  
You should be trying to create an atmosphere of calm 
and tranquillity for her.  After all, she is carrying 
the first born of your marriage and my first grand 
nephew or niece.  You're not trying to get revenge for 
Rod being the real father, are you?  You swore that 
was not going to be a factor in you being a good 
husband and daddy."  Aunt Jasmine interrupted in an 
angry tone.  I knew this situation was on a downward 
slide for me now.  I was on the defensive.

"O-OH no!  Nothing of the sort.  I-I..."  I tried 
again to reply.  Again, I was cut off.

"James my son, the best way for you to redeem 
yourself is to contact Jeffrey, Judd and Joe.  Then 
let them know that you're ready to suck them off 
whenever they need you to, and as often as they need 
you to.  You should not have your pregnant wife 
worried about her lovers having blue balls or finding 
stray pussy, when you're available and have the 
experience to keep their balls from becoming bloated. 
Understand me Young man!"

Mother's tone of voice, body language and use of 
the term `Young man', meant I'd better do as she says 
or face the pain that was sure to follow.  She and 
Aunt Jasmine looked as if they were ready to pounce on 
me at the slightest provocation.  I knew if they got 
on my bottom in the mood they were in now, I probably 
wouldn't be able to walk for 4 or 5 days. I 
capitulated and took the path of least pain.

To add to my embarrassment, while the three of 
them were sitting and looking at me, I had to call 
each of my wife's lovers. To my utter degradation and 
chagrin, each of the three men were home and answered. 

 I was hoping to have reached their answering 
machines.  In front of my grinning wife and stern 
faced mother and aunt, I had to offer myself to the 
three men.  It was very difficult for me telling the 
men I was available to be their mouth whore on demand, 
while the three women in my life who I cared the most 
about, were watching and listening.  

"Darling, don't forget to mention that you'll 
suck them all to completion, swallow all they spurt, 
and milk them afterwards for as long as they want."  
Judy interjected as I was talking to Jeffery, who I 
reached first.  To my despair, she made it very clear 
that I was to use her exact words.

On the subsequent calls to Joe and Judd, Judy 
made it a point to remind me twice to tell them 
exactly the same thing I had told Jeffery.

"Remember darling, don't forget to say you'll 
suck, swallow and milk." Judy whispered out loud to me 
each time, while I was on the phone with Judd and Joe.  
Her actions made all three phone calls even more of a 
horrific, as well an abject debasing experience.

As I hung up the phone after the last call, I was 
a nervous sweaty wreck.  Before they left, mother and 
Aunt Jasmine congratulated my wife on doing the right 
thing in telling them about our `bit of a problem'.  
They congratulated me also for making amends by 
agreeing to become a `dicksucker'- Aunt Jasmine's 
words - for Judy's lovers. 

The two also reminded me that it could've been 
much worse for me if I had to give up some ass, to the 
three, as well as head.

I shuddered at their words after thinking about 
my rear being rammed with giant fuck tools the size 
and length my wife's three lovers possessed.

Judy consoled me after they'd left and let me 
know that she was proud of what I'd done.

"Darling, I love you even more, for what you did 
so courageously tonight.  Don't be so sad.  You know I 
don't think any less of you because you'll be sucking 
dicks for my folks as well as my lovers.  You simply 
must not look at such little things, as this, that may 
be asked of you, as being humiliating.  If anything, 
the more little things you do for the good of this 
marriage, the more I think of you sweetie.  No matter 
what you may think, there is no competition. I love 
you much more than any of the other guys.  You're my 
one true love.  You're my soulmate and helpmate."  
Judy cooed to me in a soft sensuous tone as she held 
me tightly to her swollen tummy, which held the 
kicking baby put there by another man.

CHAPTER 18 EVENTS FROM OUR MARRIAGE: Our Family Grows


It was sometime after our son Rodney James 
reached 18 months of age, when I came home from work 
to find Judy and Jeffrey, Judd and Joe seated around 
our kitchen table drinking coffee.

I was quickly intimidated by their presence.
 
Judy was holding our infant son, Rodney James.

The other reason I had to be intimidated was 
because of the fact that I was still a `dicksucker' - 
using my Aunt Jasmine's term - for the three men.

If the reader recalls, I had been involuntarily 
inducted to perform in that role while Judy was 
pregnant with our son.  However, my wife's three studs 
still demanded I suck their dicks even after my wife's 
pussy was back in operation as their sexual 
recreational playground.  I complained to my wife 
about their continuing demands on my mouth, but she 
didn't see any reason for me to be upset or concerned.  
I remembered her words on the matter.

"James honey, I think it's good that they still 
want you to suck for them.  Besides, don't you think 
it helps maintain a certain bond and camaraderie 
between you and them and me?"  Judy replied in a very 
matter-of-fact tone and caviler manner as she brushed 
her hair. I remembered she and I having had more 
serious discussions about the weather, than this 
particular subject. 

 Her attitude clearly sent a message to me.  She 
wanted me to still to be her lovers' dicksucker.  I 
knew if she wouldn't intervene on my behalf, it was 
hopeless for me, to unilaterally stop them from using 
me as a sucking semen receptacle. I never answered her 
question. I simply shook my head and walked away, 
knowing that it was futile in trying to deny them 
without her support.

"Hi Honey."  Judy greeted me as I made my way 
toward the table where everyone was sitting.  The guys  
chimed in with their own individual welcomes.

"Darling, the guys wanted to have a serious talk 
with us."  Judy said as I nervously sat down next to 
her.  Our young son eagerly sought out me to hold him.

I was glad to have him squirming in my arms.  It 
helped to lessen the tension and emotional strain I 
felt from facing the three men, whose enormous fuck 
tools had been pushed between my lips many times.  
Each had busted their nuts in my mouth many times over 
the last 20 months.  

In fact, Joe had creamed down my throat just last 
weekend.  He had a raging hard-on when he came by.  
However, Judy and the baby were over at her parent's 
house.  I tried to have him wait until her return, but 
he wouldn't hear of it.  He demanded that I mouth his 
heated, hard black meat immediately.  He left two 
boiling loads of his semen in me when he departed.

"I made this a bit stronger than usual.  You'll 
appreciate it after the guys tell you what they want."  
My wife said as she handed me my after work highball, 
and took our baby son back in her arms.

I sipped my drink and noticed its extra strength.  
As I did so, I wondered what in the world these guys 
wanted that they didn't already have.

 "James, you've been such a good husband to Judy 
and an excellent daddy to Rodney James.  You've 
exceeded all of our expectations as to you being a 
decent and caring daddy to Rod's kid.  Therefore, we'd 
like to make you a daddy three more times."  Spoke 
Judd.

"W-What!  What are you talking about!"  I 
blurted.

To summarize, the three went on to let me know 
they'd be proud to have me be the daddy of their kids.  
They each basically expressed that since I'd married 
the girl they each wanted, and since she was mine and 
not theirs, that it was only fair that she have their 
kids, since she couldn't be a wife to each of them now 
or bear them kids as their legal wife.

It had been a busy day for me at the college, and 
the double talk rationale I was hearing gave me a 
headache.

"That's a bunch of crap and y'all know it."  I 
said rather boldly and loudly.  I was so glad that our 
18-month-old didn't understand what I was saying.

"It may be, but if you don't go along with our 
program, we're going to release all the video tapes we 
secretly shot of you sucking us off over the last few 
months."  Jeffrey replied back with a smirk of a grin.

I was startled and sat in silence.  I was once 
again being blackmailed for something I'd been forced 
to do in the first place.  I turned red with 
embarrassment.  I turned to my wife for comfort or 
support at my obvious predicament.  All I saw was that 
famous Mona Lisa type smile on Judy's face.  It was 
certain that she delighted in me being cooled down - 
so to speak - once again after attempting to be 
assertive.

To prove their point, the three left a copy of 
the secret video.  It was very incriminating proof of 
me performing Fellatio on them.  They were very 
skillful in their video taping to be sure their own 
faces didn't show. It appeared I was going to be 
extorted me into agreeing to further cuckoldry in the 
worse way.

"Darling, I know it's a dirty deed the guys are 
pulling on you... well both of us.  But I'm willing to 
do what I have to do to protect our family and 
marriage." Judy let me know that she wasn't opposed to 
having the babies of her three lovers, even Joe's 
black baby, but she did want my blessings.  She said 
with an odd smile.

I of course wanted to know how serious they were 
about exposing me.

"They seemed rather serious about doing this 
darling.  I think they really want me to have their 
kids for us.  They seem to think they can't lose.  If 
they expose you, that is if you don't do as they 
desire, you'll be ruined and have to leave town.  
They're counting on me staying and being available to 
them, cause you won't be able to get a job anywhere 
else.  They seem to have thought of everything."  My 
wife said.

I was suspicious of my wife's complicity in this 
matter.  However, I knew fate was against me, whether 
my wife had helped conspire against me or not.

To make a long story short, over the next few 
years, our family grew by three additions.

A daughter by Judd, whom Judy named Judsonea.  A 
son by Jeffrey, who was named Jefferson.  A Daughter 
by Joe, who was named Josephine.  Along with many of 
my wife's genetic attributes, each of the three 
children had a very strong facial resemblance to each 
of their respective real fathers.

At each of the planned mating sessions, between 
my wife and each of the guys, leading up to her 
insemination by each, it was required that I be in 
that same up close position as when Rod impregnated 
her with our first born.

At the first mating party, which I violently 
opposed, but had no choice other than to attend, my 
wife let the three guys gang bang her to their heart's 
content.  It was her idea that she would have a 
contest to see who could knock her up first.

She was thrilled at so much heavy sexing.  In my 
position, on the other hand, I almost drowned in the 
continuous stream of fuck juices that rained and 
drizzled and poured down on poor me.  The three horny 
studs, all with full bloated balls, eagerly mounted 
and unleashed torrent after forceful torrent of hot 
viscous semen into my gorgeous wife's hungry hot wet 
snatch.

They were full, and the amount of their spent 
fuck slime that ran back out of her very receptive 
gash and onto my face and right into my mouth was 
abundant.  I'm sure I ate over a pint of spent semen 
and pussy juice at each fuck session of my wife and 
her three lovers.

I spent so much time between my wife and her 
lover's coupled genitals, that I became very 
intimately familiar with many things about my wife's 
three lover's sizable penises and balls.

My wife's lover Joe, had the overall biggest cock 
and balls.  The longest cock belongs to Jeffery.

Jeffery and Judd didn't seem to mind their balls 
flopping and sliding across my upturned face.  Joe, on 
the other hand, had me holding his big black balls as 
he fucked my wife.  He also had the audacity to have 
me lick and mouth his hairy velvet nut sac every time 
he shot his hot jism deep in my wife's juicy twat.

Despite the outrageousness of what he imposed on 
me, I have to admit there was something strangely 
erotic about the contrast of Joe's blackness against 
my wife's unblemished white flesh, as the two of them 
coupled as one and became a pure fucking machine right 
over my nose.

Usually after the three man gang bang was over 
and the departure of her three studs, Judy and I were 
left alone to ourselves.  It was doing these times 
that she took care of my need for sex.

Generally, she'd kiss me passionately as she 
pulled and stroked my rigid peter until I blew my pent 
up load.  A much less smaller load than that of any of 
her three studs. 

 Even though legally her husband, she and her 
three studs had decided that I was not to put my cock 
in her warm juicy snatch until she was declared 
pregnant by one of them.  This would be the case for 
each of the three pregnancies caused by her three 
studs. 

Judy was very passionate and affectionate when we 
together after her gang bangs.  She was used and 
smelled of heavy sex and other men's fuck fluids, as 
we embraced and kissed.

I hated having her in this fashion, but she 
wouldn't have it any other way.  Her breath reeked of 
having sucked her three stud's dicks for a prolonged 
period.  She was and still is very fond of me licking 
her magnificent boobs and sucking her tits at such 
times. However, I might add that at such times, there 
are generally many splotches of splattered jism on her 
breast.  So I had to contend with that also as I 
enjoyed her natural beauty during these tender loving 
moments with her.

I have to admit though, her affections toward me 
during these loving moments appeared to be very 
genuine, even if a bit degrading to me.  I gave up 
trying to figure her out, but instead concentrated on 
being with and enjoying my wife as best as I was 
allowed to, both by her and her three lovers.

My wife was tested pregnant one month later after 
her first set of insemination contest orgies with the 
three.  It was not known who the father would be until 
the baby was born.

Even after being announced with child, Judy 
continued to let her three lovers pull a train on her 
each weekend until her doctor prevented her from all 
sexual activity until delivery.  Well actually, not 
all sexual acts.  She was still allowed the pleasure 
of my tongue on her pussy and even had her OBGYN write 
out a prescription that I should continue to lick and 
orally caress my wife's pussy for her sexual comfort 
and pleasure up until the time of delivery.

As I read the doctor's note, I thought to myself 
that this was the first time I'd ever heard of a 
prescription for pussy licking.  I immediately 
suspected my wife's doctor as part of a vast 
conspiracy against me.  Never the less, I lapped her 
pussy just as the doctor prescribed.  I'd come to the 
conclusion that it was almost useless to fight the 
forces against me.

A few months later, our daughter, Judsonea was 
born.  Judd was beside himself with pride that he had 
beat out his other two cohorts in knocking my wife up 
first.

A year after Judd's baby was born, another mating 
contest was held between Jeffery and Joe.  Jeffery won 
the contest.  Our son Jefferson was born.

A year after Jeffery's baby was born, Joe got his 
wish and our daughter Josephine was born.

CHAPTER 19 EVENTS FROM OUR MARRIAGE: The Mating View 
Position Incident

When Judy first proposed that I should assume the 
same disgraceful position for her insemination by 
Jeffery, Judd, and Joe, as when Rod and she mated to 
produce our son Rodney James, I became livid and 
vehemently opposed her idea. 

She'd told me that she thought it would be 
`sweet' of me to assume what she called my `mating 
view position'.  However, in the end, my protest only 
resulted in a bruised ass for me.  Judy decided I 
needed another severe treatment from Mr. Fanbelt, that 
is, for my recurring attack of being uncooperative.  

I refer to that episode in the early part of our 
marriage as the "Surprise Visit".  What follows is how 
it all happened.


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