I Took The Necessary Steps to Get My Wife Pregnant... by Another Man

My wife (Sheila) is 23.  I am 40, and had a vasectomy years ago.  She had a daughter when we got together, but she really wanted another child.  

I knew I couldn't get her pregnant, but didn't want her to be unhappy because she was stuck with a guy who couldn't give her what she wanted.  We looked into vasectomy reversals and adoptions, and either it was expensive and a long shot, or it was just emotionally unfulfilling to her, so I knew what I had to do.  

I paid a lot of attention to my wife's menstrual cycles, and got to a point where I knew her fertile times.  Based on that knowledge, I scheduled a trip to Las Vegas for the both of us.  Fortunately there was a convention in Vegas that I wanted to attend the week I had decided to go.  So, that gave me an excuse.

My wife arranged for a babysitter to watch her/our daughter for the extended weekend.  I reserved a nice room at the Hilton for us, and she seemed pretty excited to be going away.  

As soon as we got to Vegas I discretely called an escort agency that had male strippers and escorts who were advertised to be drug and disease free.  I told the agency what I was looking for, and they put me in touch with a male escort named Martin.  

I checked the agency's web site and found that Martin was good-looking, very tall, and muscular.  I also noticed that the bulge in his pants suggested he was packing a good sized cock.  I felt pretty sure that he could get the job done the first time.  I contacted him, told him of my wishes, and we made arrangements to meet at a particular club near our hotel.  

I learned that Martin was 22, and I figured he was probably very fertile.  I gave the agency a $500 deposit, and when I spoke to Martin, I told him I wanted my wife to have a good time.  I also told him that if he didn't use a condom there would be some extra cash involved, to which he readily agreed.  

That night my wife and I went to a dance club (the one where I had arranged to meet Martin), and I kept my eye on the time, knowing that we were to "accidentally" meet him at 10 PM.  Sheila had gotten pretty drunk by then.  I saw Martin standing by the bar where he said he would be.  

Sheila went to the restroom, and I made my presence known to Martin, making sure that he was clear that she could not know that I paid him.  When Sheila returned, Martin looked her up and down.  I think he found my wife to be more attractive than he was expecting.  As I said, Sheila is young.  She has long blonde hair and pretty large breasts that were even bigger with the push up bra she had on that night.  

I introduced my inebriated wife to the tall stud in front of her.  She smiled sweetly as they shook hands.  I told her he worked with clients that my company did business with, and he was attending the same convention I was.  

We all got a round of Tequila, and she wanted to dance with me again.  I suggested she dance with Martin for a few songs, and she gladly obliged.  I made sure that Sheila's glass was full when she returned, and soon she was pretty hammered, openly flirting with Martin right in front of me.  

Eventually I suggested we go to our room "for a nightcap," as we were only a few blocks away from our hotel.  Once outside, we jumped into a cab, putting my wife between the two of us.  She kept talking to the handsome young man she had just met, and Martin started to touch her knee.  Then he put his arm around her to test the waters, and Sheila (as I had predicted) didn't even flinch.  

She looked over at me once or twice.  I think she wanted to see if I noticed that he was putting his hands on her.  I just looked away like I hadn't seen anything.  When we got to the hotel we took the elevator up to our room.  Sheila sort of stumbled down the hall, with our guest giving her a hand.  

Once inside the room I poured some drinks, and my wife started rubbing my back like she did when she wanted to go to bed.  We were sitting on the bed.  I looked into her eyes and began to kiss her passionately.  She kissed me back, barely knowing where we were, or that Martin was intently watching us.  

As I held her in my arms I slowly opened up a few buttons on her shirt, and showed our guest her ample cleavage.  "Very nice," he exclaimed.  Sheila blushed, but I continued to open her shirt wider for him.  If she hadn't been quite drunk, she would have slapped me by then.  

Martin stood up at the sight of my wife's pale white breasts, covered only by her lacy bra, walked over by us, and told her how nice her breasts were.  "They are real too," I said, "Feel them."  He put his hands on her exposed cleavage, and Sheila sighed heavily, as if that was what she really wanted.  At that point I am sure it really was!  She had closed her eyes.  I think she really enjoyed the feel of Martin's hands cupping each of her breasts. 

I pulled off her shirt, and Martin wasted no time in getting his hands under her bra.  I helped by unsnapping it from the back, and as it fell away Martin began sucking on her nipples.  Eyes still closed, she reached back and grabbed me for support as she put one hand on his head.  

I leaned her back on the bed as Martin quietly removed his clothes, revealing all his muscles and his very hard manhood.  Sheila opened her eyes, and was beside herself.  She couldn't believe what was happening, but she spent some time, mouth open, looking at the muscles on Martin's chest, and then down at his hard cock.

After laying her on the bed, I wrapped my arm around her bare torso and massaged her breasts.  Meanwhile Martin unzipped and pulled Sheila's skirt off her in one fluid motion.  I have to say, he was very large, and Sheila couldn't stop holding on to me for comfort while staring at his body.  

With a gentle smile on his face, Martin pulled her toward him, lifted her legs, and bent his shaft down to meet her pussy.  She looked up at me and inhaled loudly as he began to enter her.  I held onto her like she was giving birth, and coached her through it.  

She began to moan louder the deeper he got, and she let go of me once he was all the way inside her.  I got up, shut the lights off, and watched them fuck through the dim light that was coming through the hotel window.  

Once Martin had pumped Sheila through a series of orgasms, and then pumped a good load of his sperm into her, he got up.  He dressed, gave her a kiss, shook my hand, winked at me, and left.

The next day she didn't remember a thing, or at least she didn't say anything about what had happened the night before.  We enjoyed the rest of our time in Vegas, and then traveled home.

A month later she came to me and said her period was late.  I just shrugged and said, "That's interesting."  Nothing more was said for a few days.  Without telling me, she went to a doctor who confirmed that she was pregnant.

When she came home she asked, "How could this be?"  Rather than giving her a direct answer I just said, "That's wonderful that you are pregnant baby.  It's just what we wanted.  I'm going to be a dad!"

When she pressed her question again, I simply said, "You are pregnant because I did what any guy does when he hopes for a baby... I took the steps to make it happen."  She stopped asking further questions.

About eight months later Sheila gave birth to a healthy baby boy.  Once the birth was over I grinned at her, hugged and kissed her, and thanked her for making me a proud dad... proud to have both a daughter and a son.

She never again asked how she was impregnated.  We love our two kids.

