A 17-Year-Old Boy Fathered Our Son

My husband had treated me to MFM fun numerous times over several years.  During that time I was always on the pill.

I decided that since I had reached age 35, it was time for us to try to have some kids.  We stopped our threesome activities, and I got off the pill.  My husband and I continued a regular active sex life.  To our surprise, I still did not get pregnant.

Being 35-yrs-old, my husband and I had often fantasized about me doing a guy much younger than me.  It was a fantasy we had never been able to fulfill.  We were not inviting other guys into our sex life at that time, and I was beginning to think that it was me who was not fertile.  But, I later learned that it was my husband's sperm count that was low, too low to get me pregnant. 


One day I got a delivery from the local grocery, and the kid that brought the order was young (we learned later he was 17 at the time).  I was still in my lingerie, so I peeked out the window and told him to come around to our back door.

I met him and let him in.  I was pleased to see he was a really good-looking boy.  As he put or groceries on our kitchen counter, I noticed that he was studying my nearly-nude body.  I wasn't wearing panties.  I looked down to see a bulge beginning to form at his crotch.  We were both silent for a few moments.

Smiling at him, I took his hand and moved him toward our living room.  I said, "Come over here and sit next to me," as I sat on our couch and nudged him to sit next to me.  He was staring at my breasts, and I was still holding his hand.  I said, "Like them?" and he just sort of mumbled, "Yes mam."  

I slid the shoulder strap of my gown down, pulled his hand closer, and placed it over my exposed breast.  "Do you like that?" I asked, as I cupped the back of his hand and let him palm my breast.  "Go ahead and play, if you'd like," I told him.  He took up my invitation and began tweaking my nipple.  I moaned and let him know that his hands felt good on me.

"Kiss me," I said... and the kid did.  To my surprise, he was a really good kisser.  As we kissed I moved my hands to his crotch, undid his belt and zipper, and was soon caressing his fully erect young cock.

I pushed his pants down and then lifted my gown over my head.  He just seemed to be in awe as he looked at my totally nude body.  I invited him to lick and suck my breasts.  As he bent forward to accept my invitation, I spread my legs, and he fell in between them.

I kept stroking his youthful, but sizeable cock... and soon had it pointing directly at my bare pussy.  Without even asking him if he wanted to put it inside me, I pressed against his butt, brought his cock in contact with my pussy, and thrust my hips upward, causing him to slide right into me.  I wrapped my legs around him, holding him inside me.  Wow!  I was experiencing my fantasy of having sex with a very young guy.

Within moments the kid (I later learned his name was Kev) was pumping in and out of me with abandon.  I had a really enjoyable orgasm just as I felt him shooting inside me.  Without giving it any forethought, I had taken him bareback, and his hot squirts within me felt really good.

Judging from the boy's excitement and screams, I was pretty sure that he was still a virgin up to that point. 

When he was spent, I kissed him and said, "You are welcome to come back and do that again... if you would like."  "Gawd yes I would like that," he replied.  He got his pants back on, straightened his clothes, and I led him to the back door again.  I gave him a kiss and said, "Tomorrow at the same time?"  He grinned and said, "You bet."

I called my husband and told him what I had done.  He was thrilled that I finally got to live out my fantasy, and that I expected to do the boy again.  When he got home he took me to bed and screwed me hard as I filled him in on all the details.

Yes, Kev came by the next afternoon, right after getting out of high school for the day.  That time I took him to our bed, got him totally naked, and gave him a good blow-job before letting him take me.  He was more relaxed that time.  After he exploded inside me, he lay back and we talked.  That's when I learned that until the previous day his young cock had never experienced the inside of a pussy.  

That night my husband wanted to know all the details again.  As his cock played within me he asked if I was on the pill again.  I said, "Oops!  I forgot that I was off the pill.  Guess I had better get back on it."  That night I started my pill regimen again.

Kev got into a routine of visiting me 3 or 4 times a week, either right after school, or after he got off work.  Occasionally he would express concern about being caught by my husband.  I finally told him that I was having sex with him with my husband's permission.  He had a hard time understanding that at first, but I explained that my husband and I had an open marriage, and that my husband had shared me with other men often in the past.

One day Kev arrived to find my husband still at home, just ready to head out for a golf game.  Kev stammered a bit about delivering groceries (although he had no groceries with him).  I watched from across the room as my husband put his arm around the kid's shoulder and said, "Young man, I know you are screwing my wife... and that's OK.  I know she is enjoying her sex play with you.  I hope you keep enjoying yourself."  With that my husband grinned at both of us, nudged the kid into the room, and walked out for his golf game.

Kev was still a bit nervous as I led him to the bedroom and undressed him.  But, it was not long before he was sucking my breasts as I stroked him to hardness.  In spite of the rocky start that day, he fucked me hard, and we enjoyed each other a lot.
 
Well, that was about three years ago.  Ever since that day, as Kev grew up, he has continued to be attracked to me, and still does me quite often (my good fortune!).  He graduated high school and enrolled in a nearby college, allowing him to continue visiting me regularly.

Eventually, after talking with Kev about it first, I invited my husband to play with me and neck with me as Kev repeatedly pumped me hard, still filling me full of his young sperm.


Not long after I started having sex with Kev, I discovered that I was pregnant.  That let me know that I was fertile, and it made it clear that it was my husband who was probably not fertile.  We decided that if that was the case, it was probably Kev's young sperm that had impregnated me one of those first two times, before I got back on the pill.  But we did not tell Kev.

Throughout my pregnancy Kev continued to drop by and have hot sex with me... sometimes with my husband there, and sometimes just the two of us alone.  When he discovered that I was pregnant, he wanted to know if he was going to be a father. My husband told him, "No Kev, I am."  We led him to believe that I was pregnant before the first time I had sex with him.

He accepted that, and loved having the opportunity to screw me... a pregnant woman.  I think he balled me even harder during that period.  When I finally had the baby, it was a boy.  My husband and I decided he looks exactly like Kev.  The funny thing is that turns my husband on even more.  

Kev, now a college student, still regularly comes by for some hot sex with me, and loves to play with our little baby.  Kev really got turned-on right after the baby was born when my breasts filled with milk, and I invited him to suck my milk.  How hot is that!  I really loved it when Kev and my husband each sucked on one of my breasts as I put my arms around both of them and cuddled them against me. 

About a year ago Kev came to us and said he was still wondering if he had caused me to get pregnant.  He asked us again, "Am I the father?"  We told him that we had done a DNA test, and that my husband was the biological father of our new son... but if he wished, he could consider himself the boy's second father.  That seemed to satisfy him.

Now, three years after his grocery delivery to our home, we are in a regular 3-way relationship.  My husband thinks Kev is doing me much more often than he is.  I haven't kept count.  I know I enjoy lots of sex with my young lover, but I also enjoy lots of sex with my husband.

We are all three very happy the way things have worked out.  My husband and I have the baby we wanted, Kev gets virtually all the sex he wants with an experienced woman (although he is dating and now screwing younger gals too), my husband gets the pleasures related to sharing me (sloppy seconds, watching and holding me while I am being pounded by Kev, etc.), and obviously I get LOTS of sexual pleasure.

Kev will never know that he has a son.  One day he will decide to get married and have children with his wife.  We know that day is coming, so in the mean time we all three enjoy each session we have while we can.


