CHAPTER 1: Bad News & an Idea
It all began when the doctor revealed that I was the problem why my wife wasn't getting pregnant. "You don't have enough sperm and what little there is just too weak" the doctor said in a professional tone as my wife and I heard the disastrous news. He then discussed the various options available to us, but they were all expensive, with much of the costs not being covered by my health insurance.
"Betty is devastated at the news, but she says she still loves me, and doesn't blame me. We only have to wait a year or two until we can get the money to use an alternative fertilization method." I told my mother after discussing the situation with her.
As we talked some more, she came up with an idea that she said wouldn't cost us anything and that the c***dren would all look like the rest of the f****y. She quickly caught my attention because I was worried about the c***d only having my wife's physical features and not mine if some stranger's semen was used.
"I know you and he don't get along well, but why not let your b*****r have sex with Betty and impregnate her that way."
I was speechless upon hearing mother's thoughts.
"Y-You c-can't be serious. Y-You know how I despise him.
T-The way he use to treat me in high school. T-The things he use to say about me. Plus, h-he was always your favourite anyway.
"That m-must be why y-you're suggesting that. H-He's ..."
"I know, I know ... I've heard it all before. But that was long ago. Grow up Francis! You're the brainy one, the college professor. Isn't what I'm suggesting logical? Think about it."
As I collected my thoughts, I had to admit mother was right.
Her idea was a perfect solution except for the fact that I hated my older b*****r Nick. He was so much the lady's man and so athletic and confident of himself. At the same time he was also egotistical and always downed me because I was not as good as he was with the women. He was always telling me how effeminate I was and berated me for not liking sports and in his words "other manly stuff".
`Mother you're right I am getting upset over nothing, for I'm sure Betty would never go along with having intercourse with Nick. She's just too much a lady to even entertain such an extreme idea. But the idea of Nick giving us a donation of his semen when we can afford alternative fertilization, that part her and me both can accept.'
After dinner that evening, I casually told my wife Betty of mother's ridiculous idea but said that the idea of Nick being a sperm donor was probably a good one.
Expecting her to agree with me totally, as she typically did, I was surprised of her questioning why I couldn't let bygones be bygones and agree to Nick impregnating her directly.
"After all he is f****y and we wouldn't have to wait any longer to start a f****y. You know how bad I want to be a mother."
I couldn't help raising my voice at the woman of my dreams, for my hatred for my b*****r was that deep. I raised the same objections as I did with mother. Seeing I was making myself upset, I calmed down and apologized to her on my knees. I could see I'd made her quite upset.
"I understand darling. After all, you two are quite different. He's more of a playboy and you're a steady rock solid type of guy that is devoted to his wife and f****y. That's why I love you so dear. I don't want to make you angry again, but I want you to think about this, don't you think something like this might bring you two closer together?"
`Highly unlikely' I politely replied to her.
CHAPTER 2: A MOTHER'S HELP
After my wife and I had our discussion about mother's idea, things seemed to change around the house in very subtle ways. For one thing, she and my s****r and mother began to spend more time together. I though nothing about it and even encouraged it, because I was away from home much more often than before due to an opportunity to pick up some more money by teaching night classes, in addition to my regular day workload. Betty seemed glad. I assumed it was because we could save up more money for getting her pregnant.
My wife, while still very loving, wanted me to abstain from sex and have another test done to see if my sperm count would improve.
"Honey, I've gone through this twice before. I don't think it's going to do any."
"You never know darling. Please do it for me." She cooed sweetly.
I agreed. I didn't want her to think badly of me. Plus I loved her so much. She knew I hated to abstain for 6 weeks, but if that's what it took to please her, she knew I'd do so.
After the first week, due to my abstinence, the extra work, and all the pretty co-eds in my evening classes, I'd often be quite horny when I came home. I wanted to make love to my beautiful petite wife so badly, but knew I couldn't.
When I went through the test before, it was I who initiated the idea of me giving her head since I couldn't do intercourse. However, recently, to my surprise, it was her who urged me to be her "pussy sucker".
She often didn't use words like that except on special occasions, like on our anniversary night or a special night out on the town. She was not given to using risqué, or vulgar language. She really seems to get a much more rousing orgasm from my tongue than before when I did her with my mouth. I also mentioned to her that she seemed to be juicier than when I tongued her before.
The last time I mentioned it to her she just said "It's just your imagination dear".
She also told me "Thanks for a good sucking" she said pecking me lightly on the lips. "Now go to sl**p and don't play with yourself. Cause if you come, you'll have to start all over again just like you did last week when you came in your sl**p. You lost two weeks of saved up cum."
`I'll try dear'. I replied as I laid there with a throbbing hard on and the taste of her in my mouth.
She was sound asl**p in less than five minutes. As I lay awake for at least three hours tossing and turning with and aching prick, I couldn't get it out of my mine that somehow her cunt seem to taste very slightly different. It seemed to have a more full bodied taste than before. I finally pushed the thought from my mind as I finally slipped off to sl**p after what seemed an eternity of watching her beautiful figure lying next to me. She was so near, yet so far away.
It was a Wednesday night and a transformer went out causing the building where I taught to lose power. Class was excused three hours early. Thank goodness for small favours I thought as I drove home. Not having been by to see mom in a while, I decided to surprise her and stop by a while before going home and surprising Betty too, by coming home at a decent hour.
As I turned the corner to mom's house. I noticed my wife's car in the driveway along with my s****r's, as well as another car with out of state tags. I just thought mother must have a visitor, so thought nothing of it as I ranged the doorbell, but remembered she hadn't got it repaired yet. I used the spare key she'd given me for emergencies. When I walked in, I was about to announce myself when I heard loud moaning sounds and the creaking of the floor coming from the upstairs bedroom. At that exact moment, both my mother and s****r emerged from the kitchen in the back of the house, where they were watching TV, as it was turned up much louder than usual.
"W-What is that noise? And where is Betty? I asked puzzled by the look on their faces as well as the odd state of affairs in the house.
I impulsively started up the stairs, as mother and my s****r grabbed both my arms. They tried to stop me.
"Francis dear, don't, you’ll be sorry. Go on home and we'll talk about it later. It's the best thing, trust me." Mother said in a concerned tone.
"Yes Francis, it's best if you do as mom tells you." My s****r added.
I protested and accused them of hiding something. This went of for a few moments before each of them let me go, when it was obvious I was determined to see what they didn't want me to see.
"If he wants to satisfy his curiosity, who are we to stop him mother" my s****r replied with a rather unusual but malicious smile on her face.
Mother agreed and let me go. However, she too had a smirk of a smile on her face too as I rushed up the stairs. And flung open the ajar door.
What I saw before cause me to drop to the floor in a dead faint.
CHAPTER 3: f****y REUNION/b]
"Francis! Francis! Come on Francis honey! Wake up!"
As I opened my eyes, it was my wife's lovely, but panic stricken face.
"Whew! Thank goodness, you had us all worried there for a minute." She said with a sigh of relief. The others present also echoed her sentiments.
As I gained control of my senses I saw my mother, s****r, my b*****r Nick, and of course my wife. My wife and Nick were still nude. Nick walked over to pick up a robe after helping me to a chair. It was more like he picked me up and put me in the chair with one hand. Even in my groggy state his powerful muscles were very distinct.
My wife hugged me and realized she too was still nude. She blushed and then walked over and grabbed her robe also. As she did, I couldn't help but notice the obvious wetness that ran down between her thighs. She and my b*****r sat on the bed facing me as I slumped in the big old chair.
It was obvious what was going on. There was a conspiracy between my mother, s****r, wife and b*****r Nick.
I was so angry as they all looked at me. I could see they were concerned, but at the same time, the looks in their eyes were like burning stares that gave me the impression they were also laughing at me. I was livid. I was so angry; I didn't know what to do. I wanted to cry, but I just couldn't give my b*****r the satisfaction of seeing me do that. However, after a brief bit of confession by the group of what they had done, even though for a good cause, to help make me a father, I was still angry and on the verge of tears. I asked everyone to leave the bedroom except my wife.
"Just be quiet, Let me talk Francis honey. I know you're upset. I can't change what you saw or how you found out. But I'm going to tell you this. You have to understand that if I went to this extreme, you must know how much I want us to have a baby. Our baby. I know you have some disagreements with your b*****r. But you have to understand that I must love you enough to do this. Anyway, I believe you'll find your b*****r is more mature than he was the last time we saw him. He and I have been sexing it up for the last three weeks and I've got to know him better. Besides being a super lover, he has some nice qualities. I want you to give it a chance darling."
I tried to reply but couldn't. I was tongue tied at hearing my wife talk so matter-of-factly.
"I want you to go on home. Dinner is in the fridge. Just pop it in the microwave. I want to sex your b*****r some more. I was on my second orgasm when you walked him and I want to get some more cum out of his big thing. I've been looking forward to this all day. I hope you can realize what it's like for me to be a woman in heat, especially with a stud around like Nick."
"Y-You g-got off, twice?" I asked feebly.
"Yes! Actually, he gets me off four or five times every time we do it. He has so much more staying power than ... er what I mean."
`You don't have to say it. I-I know what y-you mean Betty.' I cut her off as she spoke. I didn't know what hurt me the most, what she said or the beaming smile on her face.
"Don't worry dear, I'll be home later. Try not to think about the negative side of this. Only the bright side - us having our own c***d." She said as she held the door for me. I was annoyed by her action to rush me out of the room and her anxiety to get nick back into her. But what could I do except leave.
"Nick darling, come help Francis down the stairs." She yelled.
It sounded like I was a feeble old man. Which I felt like at the moment. "Remember I love you darling." She said kissing me on the cheek as she stood there.
Even though helpful, I could sense that my b*****r was smug and comfortable with his role of having the upper hand on me in the worst way. Here I had fainted as he was sexing my wife in a way I could only dream about. She confirmed it to me and now he was helping me out of the room that he would soon be going back into so he could enjoy her some more.
"We'll talk some more Fran when you're feeling more up to it, but now I've got to go finish something."
The unrestrained bulge in his robe showed that he was still erect despite all that had happened.
As he walked back up the stairs, he adjusted his stiff cock as best he could. When he reached my wife at the top of the stairs their arms hooked around each other as they walked back in the room and slammed the door shut.
Out of the corner of my eyes I could see both mother and my s****r smiling at the situation. I mentally sighed and asked myself when will he stop being the cause of humiliation for me.
I sensed my s****r, who was very dominant anyway, enjoyed seeing me in my plight. I wasn't sure about mother. After all, she was letting all this go on in her house, albeit, she reasoned that she too had a stake in Betty having Nick's baby. That is, she didn't want to wait any longer for grand k**s. My s****r also claims that she too wanted a cute nephew or niece since she didn't plan on having k**s. My f****y justified their aiding Betty in her adultery since; my no vote was only one out of four.
Mother tried to console me by hugging me as we again went over their concerns and my feelings of being betrayed by my own f****y. When the familiar noise from upstairs became audible in the room where we were sitting, it was more than I could handle. I rushed toward the door with tears running from the corners of my eyes.
I was hoping this wouldn't happen, but both my mom and s*s caught a glimpse of me crying as I made it toward the door on the way to my car.
"Baby, go home and jerk off, it'll make you feel better." Shouted mom as I exited the room.
I'd found out from her that the test I was saving up for was just a ruse to keep my "inferior jism from mixing with Nick superior sperm". Before the door slammed behind me, I barely heard my s****r and mother's last statements.
"It's a wonder Betty hadn't left him for a real man before now. He's a cry baby and a milquetoast. Imagine, he fainted instead of wanting to fight." Said my s****r.
"Don't be hard on your b*****r, he's not as strong as you and Nick. He and Betty love each other in a way that's true love . And true loves wins over physical love every time." I heard Mother say as I fumbled for my car keys as I stood by the front door.
CHAPTER 4: THE NEXT MORNING AT HOME
When I got out of the shower, I smelled food and heard movement in the kitchen. I knew Betty was home. She apparently had stayed out all night as it was 8 AM and I had to be at a class in an hour.
"Morning darling, I came over to fix your favourite breakfast. Sorry I didn't make it back last night. Since you knew what was going on, and er, and besides I thought you might need some time to yourself to let things sink in."
I replied politely, but coolly. It was definitely not with the warmth and radiance she was beaming.
She sat opposite me as she enjoyed her coffee. I couldn't meet her eyes. She looked so beautiful. I cringed because I knew the countenance she wore was there because of another man, obviously a better man - my worldly b*****r.
"Did you masturbate last night honey? I was hoping you did. After all, it was sort of cruel to have you abstain, but there was no other way not to hide from you what was going on. You do understand what we saying last night about not running the risk of your weaker stuff being mixed with Nick's?"
Irritated, but feeling so ashamed at the turn of events, I sat silent after mumbling very cryptic answers to my talkative wife. I wondered did she really know how bad she was making me feel. Or did she care?
"Good, cause now, at least I can pull you off and help you sl**p better. I still want to confirm I'm pregnant before I let you have some. You do understand don't you dear?"
Again I mumbled a muted `Yes' as I held the newspaper to my face trying as best I could to ignore her, and hide my shamed red face.
"Honey, I really understand how this is all bothering you. But you know what they say about the best laid plan of mice and men. Well, any way, maybe it's better this way. Because if you thought it was your semen that made me pregnant, you would've considered the doctors a lie. This way you know the truth even though it's a bit painful to your pride. But I'm hopeful you and your b*****r mend the rift between you."
That was the most stressful meal I ever sat through. I started to not touch her, but when she opened her arms to me, I melted in them and replied in kind when she told me she still loved me. It felt good to be in them after last night.
I went to work in a better mood than I envisioned I would when I awoke.
CHAPTER 5: ONE PLUS TWO EQUALS FIVE/b]
Two weeks after that fateful night I fainted, my wife was notified by the doctor that she indeed was pregnant.
My f****y had brought him in on their conspiracy, so therefore he was not surprised at the turn of events.
"You are a lucky man Francis to have a wife so understanding and a b*****r who could help you out in the in the bedroom."
Again, I wondered if the doctor, liked members of my f****y, knew how certain words could only come out sounding humiliating.
I meekly smiled. What else could I do. I was hoping that little inadvertent quips, quotes and phrases that didn't help my mental posture would be few and far between, but when I presume no more barbs were coming to ridicule my manhood, or lack of thereof, more would come.
"Ah. Here is a preliminary sonogram test. Well I be damn, you've got twins in the oven." The doctor said in a very unprofessional tone.
"That b*****r of yours really knocked her upright". He roared.
After spending some more time telling us about what Betty could and could not do as she got bigger, he dumped a bit more humiliation my way.
"Speaking of bigger, your b*****r must be much larger than you Francis."
"He is, much larger. Why do you ask?" My wife interjected. Did she know she was again trampling over my manhood too?
"I could tell by how much you've been stretched.. I bet you had fun getting pregnant." The Doctor said chuckling as he showed us out of his office. My wife just smiled and winked at him. My face was red. I was flush with shame.
"Now Fran honey, he didn't mean any harm". She said as we walked back to the car. She was calling me Fran just like my b*****r. I corrected her. She apologized. I felt better that she did.
As we drove home, I let her know I was glad this phase was over and that Nick could go back where he came from.
There was a long silence from her. Then she spoke.
"Dear, I want Nick to stay, after all, he's a part of this too, even though you'll be the legal father of our c***dren."
We had a long, almost heated discussion all the way home about my b*****r. Not only did she want him to stay, she wanted him to stay right where he's been for the last three weeks, in the guest bedroom next to ours.
She told me that we would pick up the discussion later. She quickly ran into the house and right into his arms. She told him the news and they both reacted as if they were the happy couple instead of Betty and me. They French kissed each other. I could tell it was a very wet juicy one. It dawned on me then and there that they were in love. The though sent a deep cold chill down my spine. I silently went into my study and did some serious thinking about my options and how to reclaim my wife's love. I knew my bargaining power was not only minimal, but very minimal.
During the last three weeks, the relationship between Nick and I was cordial but distant. He occasionally referred to something in the past which, when I let him know I perceived as unpleasant, he'd chuckle and gloss over it. However, it was clear he was in the driver's seat since my wife slept with him over 90 percent of the time since he moved in with us. Many times she woke me up in the middle of the night and had me exchange places with him so he could be with her in the larger bed in the master bedroom. This was so humiliating, but I reasoned that as long as no one outside the f****y knew of it, I could swallow my pride - what little was left of it.
But as my wife had said, my philandering b*****r had matured quite a bit. I came to the conclusion I'd find out just how much, albeit, in a way that I hated doing, but knew I had no other choice.
It was late Friday night. Betty was exhausted from the day's activities of finding out she was with c***d, or should I say c***dren, as well as sexing both my b*****r and I.
Now that it was official she was pregnant, she finally allowed me intercourse. After she and I made love she and Nick had a rousing bout that lasted the customary 2 plus hours as compared to the twenty minutes it took me to get her off once. Over 15 minutes of that was me lapping her luscious cunt to do what my small tool and I couldn't do.
She'd been sound asl**p for three hours when I decided I had to make my move. I eased out of bed and went downstairs where Nick was watching a late night movie.
I nervously greeted him and used the excuse that I couldn't sl**p. I proceeded from that with some other small talk. Finally, I got up the courage to get to the real reason why I was there.
"N-Nick I-I know B-Betty is in love with you. I-I suspect if you wanted to, y-you could m-make her leave me. I-I never thought I-I'd have to do t-this. B-But please don't take her f-from me, s-she's all I-I got."
"Calm down Fran. You got some woman there. She's got class and is sexy and has really learned how to be good in bed. You can say I broke her in. She's a good piece of ass. Of course you know that. Yep, she's the kind of woman I'd love to settle down with and raise a f****y. I want you to know it didn't start out this way, but it's turned into much more. I love her too."
"B-But Nick why her, y-you can g-get almost any w-woman y-you want. It took me so long to find her, please, I-I'd almost be willing to do anything to k-keep her."
I went back up to bed with my b*****r's assurance that he wouldn't take my wife away from me as long as he could be around her, as well as the k**s, when they were born. He let me know if I didn't accept that condition, he just might try to make her leave me. It was not what I sought from him, but knew it probably was the best deal I could make, everything else considered. We shook on it. He did make it very clear, as if I didn't already know, that sex with Betty was included. The thing I hadn't counted on was him being non-negotiable about moving out of the house. However, he did promise to get a job and pay his share. All in all I concluded I couldn't ask for more than that.
As I eased back into bed without trying to wake my wife, I mentally sighed and thought of all the complications we small prick nice guys have to go through to get and keep the women we love.
As I settled down and was about to close my eyes, Betty turned over and hugged me. She startled me.
"That was so sweet of you. You really do love me don't you Honey?"
`Of course I do dear. B-But what was sweet of me?' I inquired with a puzzled look on my face.
She revealed how she was on her way downstairs to see Nick and overheard everything we talked about. I could see her broad smile even in the dark room.
"You really thought I'd leave you after all these years?" She cooed sweetly as she snaked her hand into my pyjamas and started handling my prick. I was surprised at how aroused she made me.
I explained to her all my observations and all about my fears upon seeing her and Nick so adoring to each other. She was rhythmic but slowly stroking me with two fingers of her small delicate hands.
It was so pleasant.
"Well, you're right. He has made me feel at last like a woman, in ways we both know you can't. But the only way he would've been able to convince me to leave you would be if you would've been so unreasonable. And of course you haven't. I love you for that. However, the three of us will work out just fine as long as you remember your place". She said in a warm, but serious tone.
"Yes honey, what I mean is that it must be understood that Nick is the real man of the house now. Any concerns you have will be considered, but he will have the final say so. Understood?"
My cock pulsed at the exact same moment she laid down her position to me. I came all over the inside of my pyjamas. It was a sticky mess as she continued to milk me.
Embarrassed, cowed, defeated, but feeling good, I was unable to come up with any kind of counter argument on the spot. As I slumped back into the bed, I meekly acknowledged to my smiling cunning wife that I understood `my place'.
"Well honey since you couldn't hold your load for me, how about using your sweet tongue to get me back to sl**p."
I sheepishly positioned my face between her parted legs and felt her hands on the back of my head.
Her genitals still reeked of the heavy sex she'd had with my b*****r even though she'd had a towel between her legs to soak up their bountiful love juices. Her crack was still slick and her bush was still moist. I started to say something, but with all that'd happened in the last hour, I decided that it was my best bet to accept things and not give her or Nick any cause to say I was being unreasonable.
After a short while I got over the pungent musky smell of her sex and became engrossed in the flavour and how rich she tasted. Fifteen minutes later, she closed her head around my head with a rousing orgasm. Her hairy cunt got even juicier and I continued to lick up the flowing pussy juice until she relaxed her leg clamp around my head.
As I rose up with my face awash with pussy fluids, Nick was in the bed and holding her. He was nude and his big nine inch boner was at the ready.
They both looked at me in a way that I can't describe. I really felt awkward. I'd surely eaten quite a bit of my b*****r's residual spent semen from his previous session with her. He had to know that. I felt so silly as I got up and tried to compose myself and ended up wiping my face with the same towel that my wife had used to sop up the previous lusty mess they'd made earlier. To make matters worse my wife reminded me about cleaning up the sticky mess in my pyjamas.
There was a low chuckle between them as I was about to leave them along. Nick was positioning himself between my wife's shapely legs in a more conventional manner than I had just been in. However, Before I could walk away, my wife wanted me to do one more thing.
"Honey be a dear, and put Nick in for me." She said with a lusty smile.
Not knowing what else to do, even though I know now I was being purely humiliated by my wife, I passively guided his huge stalwart rigid penis right to her juicy cunt.
CHAPTER 6: THE MORNING AFTER
"Honey, I think we may need to have some practical rules of operation for the three of us."
I listened intently. What she said was practical but again, humiliating to me once again whether she knew it or not.
Her rule was that Nick would make love to her first whenever we were both to sex her in the same day.
"You see honey, and I know you can't help it. But all you do when you go first is get me aroused with your little thing, and then after you come, which is usually two to three minutes max, you spend so much time sucking my pussy to get me off, you're tired and I've still only come once, at the most twice. I still feel frustrated and not satisfied. Now when Nick is through with me, what you can do for me really works out well for both of us. You get off and your tongue doesn't have to work so hard and it feels so soothing on my bruised and ravished swollen cunt, and it really feels good to get off when you do that to me."
She did say that when Nick wasn't around and she needed a quickie, than my tiny prick and tongue would be more than welcomed as a way, in her words, "to take the edge off her horniness" while she was "waiting on his big dick".
Again, I was at a loss for words. I'd basically been relegated to "sloppy seconds", literally, whenever my b*****r was around.
CHAPTER 7: SWOLLEN WIFE
At five months, Betty's stomach was huge. However, I'd never seen her looking more radiant wearing her many colourful maternity outfits. When we out and about she was the perfect adoring wife giving me all the credit for impregnating her. That really sent my self esteem through the clouds even if it was only until I returned home to the stark reality of me being nothing more than a pathetic figurehead of a husband and man, desperately trying to hold on to my wife and keep my marriage intact.
As she got more swollen, Betty also became increasingly more dominant and arrogant when we were alone or at home and especially in the presence of Nick. She seems to be constantly ordering me around and requiring me to wait on her whenever mother or s*s are present. For some reason they both encouraged her in doing this, and also ordered me around too. On many visits it was as if I was the servant for them all.
My wife seldom requested my b*****r, her adored lover, to do anything except snuggle up to her. In many cases she waited on him hand and foot and often had me do the same for him.
As she got bigger it was more difficult for me to have sex with her due to the shortness of my prick. Therefore my prick was basically put off limits to her pussy.
She would sometimes jerk me off, but often I had to do it myself as she was often not in the mood to be bothered with me. Nick on the other hand with his longer and seemingly, perennially hard member, had no problem reaching her from the back and side. She enjoyed him much better than me anyway.
However, as she got bigger, the doctor curtailed the vigour of her sexual efforts as well as restricting deep penetration by Nick. She decided that a different approach had to be taken to get her off while meeting the safety concerns of her doctor's advice.
I'll never forget the discussion we had on that subject one evening after I'd put in a long day.
"Francis honey, I think I've come up with a way to enjoy the fullness of Nick's dick and get off without moving around a lot."
I was pleased at her success and naturally inquired as to her approach.
"Well, honey, first I want you to read this." She handed me a nutritional analysis of what I perceived to some food substance. The name of it had been taped over. She warned me not to remove the label just yet.
"Some pretty nutritious stuff." I replied after glancing over the page.
She assured me it was all natural with no additives.
I was still puzzled as to where this was all going when she came back to a better way of her getting sexual fulfilment.
"Now here is the plan darling. I'll be on all fours with your face under my crotch. Nick will mount me from the rear. That way, it will shorten the length of his big cock that actually goes in. By the way, as you're lying under me - with your feet toward my head of course - you can lick my clit and if necessary, hold back your b*****r's big cock to limit how far it goes in. That'll be like a safety measure in the event he and I get carried away. Now, sweetie, here comes the important part for you. You see the doctor is also concerned about my vaginal lining becoming irritated by semen. There is some chemical in it he's worried about. He doesn't want any ejaculate in me until after I'd had our babies. OOH, feel them kicking dear. Here! Feel here!"
Before I could object about her wanting me to lap her clit or hold my b*****r's big dick as they fucked, she raised the maternity top and placed my hand on the taunt skin over her swollen gut. The kicking was very pronounced.
"I just know you're going to be a proud papa dear." She said as she planted a warm kiss on my lips. Kiss my tummy dear to show me you're glad I got knocked up by Nick."
Red faced, I meekly bent my head over and did as she asked. I kissed her swollen belly, the living proof and ultimate humiliating indication of my cuckoldry.
Even though expected, it always amazed me to see how big she'd gotten by my b*****r's handiwork. Additionally, my wife always seems to have a knack of reminding me at the oddest times of how I was not the biological father of the babies she carried. I came to learn she got some sort of perverse pleasure out of seeing me squirm each time she did it to me.
"Now darling back to what your role will be in getting me off in my current condition."
I was flabbergasted when she finally explained the remainder of her plans for me.
`W-What! I-I can't .'
"Now dear, before you say can't, let’s review the facts." My wife interjected as she opened a folder showing all the research she'd done in preparation for my anticipated objections.
`I-I don't care if his hot semen is n-nutritious . o-or h-how common it is I-in different c-cultures it is for lesser m-males to ... to s-suck their wife's lover's prick . b-because they w-were b-better men.
I-I just can't. P-Please Betty! Sob! Don't humiliate me anymore than you have. I-I just ... Sob! ... can't t-take it anymore.'
I lost myself emotionally and ran out of the room on the verge of crying.
CHAPTER 8: MOTHER'S PLACE
I stormed out of the house. I drove around a while not knowing where to go. It was already 10 O'clock at night and I hadn't eaten since lunch. What hunger I had left me after listening to my wife's plans.
When I realized I was near mothers, I drove to her place. Being the mama's boy that I was, I guess this was the best place for me to be at in my emotional state.
"I was expecting you Francis dear." She said time I walked in. "Betty said you got upset and stormed out of the house. I'm glad you came to talk things over with mommy."
It felt good to hug and be squeezed in mother's powerful arms and be held close to her bosom. I uncontrollably blurted out the reason for my being in turmoil. She calmed down, and had me go slowly over everything in detail as she prepared hot tea. As I drank tea, I began to feel better. She then calmly had me walk through each step of my wife's humiliating role for me in her unusual sex plans strategy.
Mother is extremely logical and I admired her ability to dissect a problem to show its flaws.
The tea was delicious. She poured me another cup. There was a new ingredient I was not accustomed to. I inquired as to what it was.
"Drink it all down dear and then I'll tell you."
I wasn't sure if it was because I didn't have any food on my stomach or what, but the tea made me feel so comfortable and contented.
"I put a little something in your tea that our f****y doctor had prescribed to help you adjust to what you're going through sweetie. It's called E-Tranquilizers. I dissolved a capsule in each cup. It will not only help you relax and not have anxiety attacks, but help you cope when your silly male pride gets in the way of logical thinking."
Under the influence of the d**g, I listened intently as mother talked.
"So you see dear, you pulling out Nick's penis when he signals to you he's ready to come, keeps her vagina from becoming inflamed by his virile semen. Now after you pull him out, you have two choices. You either left him shoot his hot jism all over your face and the bed, which will result in a general mess which has to be cleaned up. The other option is for you to simply slip it in your mouth and be a warm wet sucking receptacle for his abundant ejaculate. This is the best option because it's tidy, it's better for him to come in something that is close to being like a cunt. That's just the way it is for big dicks like your b*****r's. They're just not accustomed to coming in air, like you do when you jerk off or when Betty jacks you off. Real men don't really feel good unless they come in something close to a warm wet pussy."
As always, when mother went through something step by step it always made more sense to me. I talked to her about my wife's increasing dominance and humiliation.
"As I've told you before, being pregnant has changed her body's chemical balances. So you really can't blame her for all her actions. You have to be a loving understand husband and accept them. That's all there is to it. After the babies are born, she may go back to her original personality or it may be a permanent change - in this case her being more dominant, arrogant, selfish, hateful and wanting to berate you for your sexual inadequacies."
I inquired if there was some d**g for her to take if a permanent condition.
"Our doctor said no. You'll just have to be a devoted loving loyal husband and accept her the way she is. However, since Nick will be a part of your f****y, it will make it easier for you. She'll have someone to keep her happy in bed and she'll be much more tolerant of you and your smaller dick. She loves you dear, but it'll be expressed in a more different way than maybe before. Your love is all that's needed to see you through and maybe an occasional one of these E-Tranquilizers. These are potent, so the doctor doesn't want you to take more than you really need. He only gave me those two. He'll prescribe more if you need them. He also recommends swallowing your pride and doing as she wants. Just keep remembering, you're doing it for the good of your marriage - and now dear, also for your f****y that's on the way. You must never forget that although it's your b*****r's seed growing inside your wife, these are legally your c***dren. They are your responsibility."
Mother prepared me a cup of soup and a sandwich. It hit the spot.
She also confirmed that the "E" in the capsules she gave me did stand for Estrogen.
"Yes dear, just as you suspected, it's to make you a bit more femmy so as to keep your male macho from getting in the way of being a good husband to Betty and better accepting Nick's role in your house now. It's all for the good of your marriage Francis."
I called Betty and apologized for my earlier action and told her I'd be glad to play the role she desired of me in her new sex plan. `I'll swallow his cum when he's ready to ejaculate' I meekly told her.
As mother walked me to the door, she told me to be prepared for something else that my altered personality wife probably would desire of me. Mother said to keep it in mind, but not to mention it. She just wanted me to be ready for it. "Remember dear, to be forewarned is to be forearmed. And sweetie, do remember, you are your b*****r's keeper and I'm proud of the both of you. You for being the loving understanding husband and him for making you a father ." She said as she hugged me goodbye.
I didn't reply, because I knew mother was sincere and meant well, but I've come to the conclusion that there was just no way getting around me not being humiliated in my situation.
CHAPTER 9-ON BECOMING A FATHER/b]
Nick and I and the f****y were assembled in the hospital waiting room when the nurse walked in and congratulated me on the birth of a healthy set of fraternal twins - both five pounds each and in perfect health.
While the nurse was congratulating me, others in my f****y, including two of my mother's uncles and an aunt were doing the same to Nick.
It appeared that, what was supposed to be a closely guarded f****y secret was well known by many in my f****y and my wife's also. I wasn't suppose to hear it, but I overheard a relative whisper to another that "his jism is just too weak to make babies and he has a pencil size cock." I heard another whisper back. "At least he's smart enough to get a real man to do the job for him as well as give his wife what she needs."
My uncles more or less didn't really give me sincere congratulations as opposed to acknowledging I was going to have k**s in the house. I knew in their eyes they felt I was less than a man.
The nurse only allowed me to go in and see my wife. I thought, finally some respect for me as her husband. My bubble didn't last long.
As soon as my wife saw me and before she talked about the two beautiful babies she'd just had, she asked how Nick was. And as soon as the nurse was out of earshot, she asked if I had been a "good little hubby" and took care of "her man's needs".
Even though the E-tranquilizers had better helped me accept my cuckoldry, I still was embarrassed at talking about some matters with my brazen wife.
`Y-Yes dear, I-I did as you told me. I-I have been his c-cocksucker whenever h-he wanted me to.' I said softly as I hung my head. And he had, I was swallowing two to three huge loads of his hot gooey sperm a day while she was in the hospital for the last 6 days.
"Good! I didn't want him to have any reason to go out and get some from another woman while I'm having these babies".
Mother had been right about my wife wanting me to not only help her have decent sex while she was bloated, but also had a plan for me to be a sexual surrogate for her pussy while she was in labour and recovering. That is, as best I could, for whenever Nick needed to get off.
A few days later, she was home and the smell and noise of two babies filled our house.
I was busy changing diapers and making formula for "our" new son and daughter. Betty was the dutiful and doting mother, but whenever someone needed to get up in the night to see about them, it was me. She and Nick had basically told me that was exclusively my job.
Nick plays with them, but seldom, and I don't think ever actually changed them. For that he either called me or Betty. Betty also let me know that I would always have to re-arrange my schedule to baby sit if she and Nick should ever want to go out together.
As the c***dren grew, it basically became my responsibility to be their nanny.
This allowed Nick and my wife to have all the freedom they needed to get out and party. Many of the neighbours have already concluded that he is more the husband and man of the house than I. They basically see me out strolling the twins, cleaning around the house and shopping for groceries, while he's always out with my wife socially. This was especially true when they went on a cruise for a week and I stayed at home babysitting.
As far as the bedroom, Nick is firmly in charge there. We still have adjoining rooms, but Nick spends far more time with, and in the bed with her, and in her too, I might add, than I do. In fact about the only time she ever lets me put it in is on our wedding anniversary and the k**'s birthday, and then only after Nick has had his fill of her. Almost everybody in both her and my f****y knows that she only lets me put it in rarely and that I have to beat my meat for sexual relief most of the time. They also know that she always brings me her used slimy warm moist swollen pussy to me for a mouth cleaning up after Nick's made it messy. This is really the only way she seems to enjoy me having sex with her. I've grown quite acclimated to eating hairy cream pie and look forward to sexing her that way.
Because of this, many of the women in our families have gotten permission from Betty to have me eat their lover's or husband's jism from their cunts, or just eat them out for sexual relief.
My s****r uses me often as a tongue douche now. She really enjoys having fuck juices sucked out of her hairy cunt. The messier she is the better I like her cunt. She has brought the mixed cum of up to 8 men for me to suck up. She and I get along so much better now. And even though Nick doesn't require it often, my wife requires me to lick or suck him off if he so desires it. Doing her time of the month, I'm usually required to be available to him for that purpose.
All in all, we do have a stable marital and f****y arrangement now. The k**s are three years old and so adorable. They all look like members of the f****y. My role of a subjugated cuckold is firmly established and there's almost no way I can get any more respect than what little I have to live with now.
However, things are about to be topsy turvy again. My wife told me she wants "us" to have another baby.
Mother was glad to hear that Nick and my wife, Betty, were going to make me a father again, as well as her a grandmother again.
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