My wife Julie and I have been married for 12 years. We have eight c***dren and she is currently pregnant for the eighth time. Yes that's number nine in the oven. One of the previous seven pregnancies was a set of fraternal twins, hence the eight k**s.
Our f****y is rather large for a modern f****y, but we are quite happily married and the k**s add another loving dimension to our relationship.
My wife and I, like many married couples, have had our little differences and spats over the years, but overall there is a deep love between us. Our marriage has even survived her having several affairs behind my back. In fact she's had over thirty-eight affairs since we've been married. Seven of these affairs are responsible for our eight k**s. She has steadfastly refused to have abortions after having been inseminated by other men. She's carried all her illicit adulterous pregnancies to term. Hence, our eight lovely k**s.
She is also currently pregnant as a result of another affair. This will be adulterous affair baby number 9 for us.
You might ask, how could she love me and have other men's c***dren?
I say easily. After all, if she didn't truly love me then why would she come back to me carrying the result of their lovemaking?
My friends have questioned me on this and they don't seem to get it. I see it simply as a matter of me being the better man. The man who wins her back after her other lovers have failed in their bid to get her to leave me. As a result, I get the baby or babies as the case maybe, after they've inseminated her. To me, that's proof of my ability to win my wife back, even though they may have seduced her. After all, doesn't it make a man look bad when he knocks up another man's wife, and the wife returns to her husband with that man's baby in her? In my way of thinking it does. Well, I've made seven previous wife stealers look bad and I'm working on number eight, but more about that later.
Luckily, each time I discovered the affair was when she was in the phase of trying to make up her mind whether to stay with me or leave me for her current lover. As a husband, you always have to be on your guard for such signs of trouble in your marriage.
Since I use condoms as our birth control, I assumed there was a condom failure when the first pregnancy was made known to me. I of course was happy, and jubilant. She then broke the news to me that it wasn't the condom I wore that failed, but that of another man she was having an affair with.
I was of course devastated by such news, as she revealed the sordid details of her extramarital affair and how she came to become pregnant.
"Honey, he simply swayed me into being his sex toy. After the first one busted, he simply refused to use them anymore. You know I don't like the pill either. Plus he demanded I not use any protection and said he was intent on taking me away from you dear. He wanted me to have his baby. I was just overwhelmed by his charm and good looks darling."
I looked at my wife as if she'd lost her mind. However, I'd heard of men who can have that kind of influence on women, who otherwise should be able to resist their advances.
"Jason honey, I hope you understand. However, I see you two as being in competition. I love both of you, but I want to continue making love to both of you until I make up my mind." My wife said softly as she held my hand.
The only good thing about her being pregnant was that I at least got to put it in without those clumsy rubbers. In fact, come to think of it, those are the only times I've gotten her raw and wet is after other men have got her knocked up. Well, anyway, back to my story.
Throughout our marriage, after each time she got pregnant, she’d tell me almost the same story. However, the theme boiled down to me being in a head to head competition with her current lover at the time.
I knew what I had to do. I simply had to win my wife back. I loved her too much to lose her. I'd never be able to get a woman as beautiful as Julie to marry me again or one that was so emotionally compatible as we were. I had to resort to all the tools at my disposal.
In regard to the first affair and pregnancy, I knew that my competition was quite a sexual athlete. Julie had told me all about how well he was hung, as well as how much cum he shot off and about his stiffness longevity. There was no doubt; I knew that I had to pull out all the stops to beat him out. There was one thing I knew, I didn't think he knew. That is, that my wife loves to receive head. Besides, I love eating her succulent pussy too. With that combination, I was sure I was close to the finish line before her lover even knew it.
She'd also revealed that he never licked her pussy. I'm not that endowed in the prick department anyway, so I'm sympathetic to the fact that my lovely Julie might be swayed by a guy with a bigger rod - one longer and thicker than my four and three-quarter inches - and who can last longer than three minutes in her hot juicy cunt.
However, I was in a battle to win. To make sure of that, I made sure I kept my face in her crotch as much as possible during this period of intense competition with her lover.
I even had to adjust to giving her head after she'd come in from dates with him. She'd come in the wee hours of the morning looking dishevelled, well fucked, and put away wet and sloppy. However, not to be deterred from my objective, I'd go down on her time she came in. Yes, I ended up tasting and eating her lover's residual jism still clinging to her pussy bush and cunt walls. However, she admitted, the orgasms from my mouthing her at these times were supreme. She later confessed to me that she was not only impressed by my willingness to go down on her used, freshly fucked muff, but that it was so good to feel her lover’s thick oozing leaking sperm being sucked up and eaten by me.
"Darling, it takes a special man to do what you've done. Anybody can fuck a pussy, but it takes a special guy to eat out a snatch after it's all gooey and creamy from another man's cum. Darling I love you. You've proved to me that I know you're the better man for me. I love you." My wife said to me after she was entering her fourth month of pregnancy with her lover's c***d.
She asked me to, and of course I agreed to accept the baby as ours and swore that I'd make no difference between it and any of ours, when we'd eventually have our own c***dren.
She asked my permission to let her lover come to our house so she could tell him it was over between them and that she was going to stay with me. She wanted me there.
Victory is so sweet.
When he came over, he and I met for the first time. He was quite handsome and well built. His grip was quite strong. I even winced in pain after he shook my hand. I took that was just a silly juvenile gesture of a defeated man.
My wife wanted privacy to break the news to him, so she took him to our bedroom, while I was left out looking at TV.
They were in there about an hour and twenty minutes. I surmised from the moans and other noises emanating from the direction of the bedroom, that they were having a last goodbye fuck.
"Well, you won out you lucky devil. You get to keep her and the baby I put in her." Her handsome stud said snidely as he emerged from the bedroom hallway. As he was heading toward the front door on his way out, he told me "You can go tend to your wife now that I've finished fucking her."
I quickly rushed to my wife. She had a dreamy look on her face and was lying back with her legs still parted. Her well-manicured bush was simply a mess. Her cunt lips were well stretched, reddish, and oozing his thick milky goo. Again I recognized the signs of her being well screwed by her better-endowed ex-lover.
"It's over darling. I'm all yours again. You've won me back. Come give me a victory kiss." Julie said as she gestured for me to embrace and kiss her.
Her breath reeked of semen and her mouth tasted like it'd been on her ex-lover's cock. But other than that, it was a super kiss, made sweeter by the fact that I had persevered and won her back.
She then required me to have one more taste of victory that is her slimy cunt as she guided my head toward her sloppy sperm sodden twat.
During the next year, our married life was blissful. We went through the joys of seeing her swell up even more. We enjoyed the birthing class visits and finally the baby was born.
The baby, a boy, was the spitting image of her ex-lover. I went along with her wanting the baby's Christian name derived from that her ex-lover's first name. The baby's middle name was a combination of her ex-lover's first names and mine. Of course, the baby was to carry my last name.
Our first born was somewhere between six and seven months old when I had suspicions, but no proof, that my wife was drifting back into wandering from her marital vows.
I didn't want to seem paranoid, but she seemed to be spending an awful lot of times out with her girlfriends while I was home babysitting our new son. She'd come in the wee hours of the morning looking haggard and well, for lack of a better word, used.
I also didn't say anything about the fact that I suspected that I was sucking out what tasted a lot like traces of another man's or men's jism out of her juicy pussy when she straddled my face.
During this entire time she insisted I still use condoms, which I hated. However to keep the peace with my beautiful wife, I continued to use them.
She knew, as I knew, I was not in a strong bargaining position in this marriage and would not be confrontational with her. Well to make a long story short, it was déjà vu all over again. However, this time I noticed the slight but perceptible bulge in her tummy, but waited for her to tell me about the affair.
Also, when she confesses about the lover that's recently impregnated her; she generally comes clean and tells me about the men she's been with before him, that didn't knock her up. These generally are all the men she's had affairs or flings with since her previous pregnancy. Most of them are new lovers; however, she was honest enough to admit having rekindled the flame with a few old lovers too. However, she also stated it was mostly a one night thing with them.
She's also had affairs with the gas and water and electric meter readers, several postmen and other deliverymen, as well as the garbage men. She also confessed to giving head to numerous policemen to cancel out speeding tickets.
"Honey, I really don't count those as affairs, after all it was to save us money." She said with an air of seriousness during her confession.
I won't bore you, the reader, with further details of her story, but just as in the past, I found myself in competition with another handsome stud, number eight in fact. As with all the others before him, he had the edge over me in the humping department. However, like the tortoise and the hare, I won out again without show or flash, but by being a loving, devoted, and faithful husband for my wife as she was evaluating whether to run away with some other, handsome, sweet talking Don Juan, or remain with the man that truly loved her. Of course, it doesn't hurt to be willing to nurture her with good head and a willingness to lap her well-fucked cunt, clean of another man's semen.
Over the years, I began to wonder if the various studs who knocked her up, were really serious about taking her away from me. After all, we have a bunch of k**s and I was sure she wouldn't leave them with me, since she was so crazy about them all. I suspected these home wreckers were not into women with that kind of baggage. However, to be on the safe side, I took nothing for granted. Besides, can you imagine the c***d support payments I'd be making in the event of a divorce?
As a result of my perseverance, endurance, and persistent objective focus on doing what it takes to ward off these wife stealing Casanovas, I have been successful eight times already. Will I be successful in the future? I hope so. However, in the mean time, we're going through the joy of my wife's swelling motherhood and plans for delivery of our next f****y addition.
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