8 comments/ 75931 views/ 21 favorites An Alternative Impregnation By: InsatiableBob AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dear reader, please understand that this is a story of fiction. But the story involves a white couple trying to have a child, then finding and having unprotected sex with a black gentleman. The story also touches on male-male homosexuality as well as the cuckold lifestyle. If this offends you in any way, please close this story and move on to the next. You have been warned... --------------------------- My wife Cheryl and I have been married for 6 years. We had lived a fairly normal life up until recently. We met, like so many other couples, in our undergraduate years of college. I was studying to be a lawyer, and she was finishing her English degree. We got married the summer before law school, and for the next three years, we both spent time getting our various graduate degrees (mine of course, and she got two Masters). Throughout these first three years, we always maintained a happy, but mundane sex life. We would have sex maybe 2 or 3 times a week, but always somewhat boring sex. Sure, we tried a few different positions, and we were both open to oral sex, but our sex life was not something that would be made into a porn film anytime soon. Lately, we were lucky to get sex once a week. Not that Cheryl wasn't pretty. Quite the contrary. Cheryl was a very tall woman, about 5'9", and very athletic. She had long, straight blonde hair, and the most beautiful blue eyes accenting her beautiful oval-shaped face. Cheryl's lips were always quite big and full, perfect for kissing, and her nose had a cute little button at the tip, perfect for teasing. Because she was so athletic, she did not have gigantic breasts, and because of her height, they actually looked a little smaller than they were. She had a set of very firm 34-C breasts, and two very pert nipples on two medium-sized, pinkish areolas. One of the things that attracted me to Cheryl was her innocent sensuality. She would tend to wear quite showy outfits, but seemed oblivious to the attention she seemed to attract from the men (and many women) who would look at her as she walked by. I would sometimes walk a few steps behind Cheryl and grin inwardly as I would see men turn around to gawk at my beautiful wife. It gave me a sense of pride knowing I had what so many people desired. But as with all things, given enough time, it too becomes mundane. Cheryl and I ended up moving to Florida after our respective education was complete, her taking on a job at the local university and I started my own solo practice. Between our two hectic schedules, we just lived every day in a content, if not-quite-adventurous lifestyle. About a year ago, we started to talk about having a baby. While we both had our very busy careers, we were both very excited about the concept of growing our family. In fact, during those first few weeks of talking about a baby, but before we actually got off of birth control, we had a very pronounced increase in our sexual activity. We even started to incorporate fantasies in our lovemaking. The increase in sex, coupled with our recent mutual interest in pornographic movies made us get wilder and more imaginative. One of the fantasies that we always seemed to enjoy together was the proverbial "black on blonde" fantasy. It did not take long before virtually all the movies we rented involved very well-endowed black men having sex with blonde women. Cheryl, being blonde herself, could relate quite well. But for me, it definitely stirred some darker, deep-seeded fantasies. There was something inherently beautiful about watching a very powerful, black man have his way with a pale, white blonde. The most enjoyable were the ones where the blonde played the role of a wife. I could not tell Cheryl that every time we would fuck after watching one of these movies, I was imagining her being fucked by the black actors. But again, over time, things started to fall back into the same old grind. We started having sex less and less often, to the point where I would actually masturbate every other day or so rather than make love to my beautiful wife. I simply did not have time, with my busy schedule, and as embarrassing as it is to admit, the fantasies of black men with my wife made me less and less able to maintain my own erection as I was making love to her. About a year later, after yet another unsuccessful attempt of having sex, Cheryl and I were lying in bed together and I could hear her audible sighs. I knew she wanted to have a baby really bad. "Why don't I masturbate in a cup and we spoon it in you?" I asked out of the blue. "What?" was the only thing she could think of replying. I turned on my side, looked her in the eyes, and repeated, "Why don't I masturbate into a cup, then we spoon my sperm in you?" She looked incredulous. "Are you crazy?" "No, seriously, why not do it that way?" "Well, my dear husband of mine, for one, I read that in order to increase the odds of a successful conception, the woman should orgasm. I can assure you I won't be moaning out in screams of ecstasy with a spoon in my pussy." She gave me a beautiful smile and gave me a kiss. I thought for a second. "We can use a dildo! I'll cum on a dildo and we can fuck you with it," I said with a smile to match hers. Cheryl chuckled. "Don't you remember, I am allergic to latex and plastic?" For about five seconds, I was defeated, and out of sheer desperation, I just blurted out, "Why not use a live dildo?" We stared at each other for a few seconds. "What?" she asked. "A live dildo," I repeated. She looked at me with a puzzled expression. I explained, "Just picture it: we get some guy who volunteers his cock. I'll cum, we put the cum on his cock, you fuck him, and you cum. Then he gets up and leaves. He never cums in you." She chuckled again. "Bob, you have gone insane." I held her in bed as she started to get out. "Have I?" I looked deep into her eyes. She was silent, so I went on, "Honey, you know we haven't had the best sex in the past year or so, and I know how you look at some of these movies we watch together. I want to do this. It's not cheating since we're both there." She continued to stare at me, mumbling a few words. I continued, "Are you telling me the idea doesn't excite you?" I moved my finger to her pussy and felt it oozing with warm juices. She let a moan escape her lips as my finger touched her and entered her. "Are you telling me you don't want to fuck another man as I watch?" I continued to finger her, a little faster now, my thumb rubbing on her clit. She arched her back up and bent her knees. I was lying beside her, two fingers inside her, whispering into her ears, "A... big... black... cock!" Cheryl screamed as she climaxed. I quickly moved down the bed, got between her legs, and licked her flowing juices off her pussy. My wife came on my tongue twice more before I was finished with her. She quickly got up and went to take a shower. I lay in bed, oblivious to the huge erection that I still had, thinking about the words I just uttered to my wife. Could I really do this? For the next week, we never mentioned a word of this ... what is it, a fantasy? We pretended we didn't say it. But the next week, as we were once again naked in bed, she came another two times as I whispered this fantasy to her. This time, when she was done, she stayed in bed. "Let's do it," Cheryl proclaimed. "What?" I asked. "Let's get a live dildo as you said." I stared into her eyes. "Are you serious?" She kissed me. And smiled. "Are you?" she replied. I got up, took her hand, and we walked naked to the computer. I found an adult ad website, quickly made an account, snapped a picture of Cheryl's naked body, and placed an ad. "Married White Couple, seeking live cock. Must be open to male cum on your cock. Must verify drug/disease free with recent blood test." We looked at each other, and I pressed submit. The following day, our mailbox was filled with 42 replies. Most were your usual trash. "Baby dump that loser and fuck with me." "Come here and get the cock you need, whore." "How much for a blowjob?" But a few were promising. We ignored most, but we replied to a handful. And met three or four. But all seemed to be a bust. Either they chickened out, or they weren't quite who they said they were. Just when we thought this was a big waste of time, I woke up one day and saw an email from a guy named Evan. Evan had a very nice profile. He was a very tall black man, about 6'5", 27 years old, and extremely muscular. He used to play starting linebacker at the University of Miami before a knee injury ended his career. He ended up completing his degree and was currently working with a bank as a loan executive. He did post a picture of himself naked, and even though he had a body most body builders would envy in its cuts and definition, the thing that stood out the most was his cock. In its resting state, his cock looked longer and thicker than mine, and mine isn't that small. Cheryl had gone to work already so I took it upon myself to reply to him. Surprisingly, he was online at that moment and quickly replied back. We exchanged a few more emails, and we arranged a meeting the following night, Wednesday night, for dinner. In all other cases, Cheryl and I discussed who we would meet, but in this case, I figured she'd be ok with it. Sure enough, when she got home and I showed her Evan's pictures, she agreed. We met on Wednesday, and Evan was everything we expected. He was very well spoken, very polite, yet he had a cool confidence about him. The three of us had instant rapport, and I could see Cheryl flirting with him already. While he was certainly intimidating physically, he came across as a very nice man. I decided we needed to tell him our rules. The three of us went outside and walked around the artificial lake. The lights shimmered on the surface of the calm water. "Evan, listen, what we want you to do," I started to explain, "is very simple. We want you to be a living dildo for my wife." I paused to wait for a reaction, and when there was none, I continued. "We want to have a child, but for reasons I can't tell you right now, we need... assistance." I blushed a little, but I continued as Cheryl tightly held my hand. "We need you to help me impregnate my wife." Evan stopped walking. We all stopped and looked at each other. "Go on," he said in his very deep voice. I smiled and continued. "We need you to allow me to cum on your cock," I explained. "Go on." "We need you to allow Cheryl to ride your cock. She needs my sperm, but she also needs to orgasm." He paused, but said, "Go on." "You are not allowed to cum in her, is that understood?" "Yes." "And if either of us says stop, you must stop. Is *that* understood?" He looked at me, then at my wife. Cheryl was holding my hand in a vise grip. But she was staring at Evan. "Yes," he finally answered. I looked at my wife, then turned back to him, "Come to our place this Friday night for a test run. Please bring a recent blood test. If it works out, we will do the real thing in a few weeks." With that, I gave him our address, we all hugged, and promised to see each other in a few days. Cheryl and I drove home in silence. Our minds were both flying at a million miles an hour. When we were trying to sleep that night, every time I looked at her, she was staring into space, wide awake. "You ok, baby?" I asked. "Mmm hmmmm," was all she could mumble. She turned and looked at me. "Bob, are you sure you want to do this?" I looked into her eyes, "More than anything, baby," I replied, kissing her on the lips. I noticed a look of concern cross her face. "Are you sure?" I asked her. She kissed me, and we spent the better part of the next hour just kissing, and finally falling asleep in each other's arms. The next two days were a blur. Cheryl had cancelled her classes and got herself prettied up. She had a manicure, pedicure, leg and bikini wax, had her hair done, a facial, a massage, and even bought some new, sexy lingerie. I don't remember the last time she did all this for me, but it did not bother me. My Friday appointments were light, and I quickly got home. My hardon had been raging all day, and it got worse when I got home to see Cheryl walking out of her shower. I kissed her, and watched as she got ready and I took my shower. "Bob, listen, before we do this, I need to tell you something," she said as I was shaving. I could hear the stress in her voice. "Honey, this is something we both want to do," I said. "It's not that. I... uh... I don't know how to say this." I looked at her with some concern. I let her continue. She took a deep breath. "I got off the pill about three months ago." I almost fell. We've always discussed things like this together, and she did this without telling me. She saw my reaction and quickly said, "Look, baby, I'm sorry, I just didn't know this would really happen this quick. I'll call Evan and cancel." I closed my eyes and took three deep breaths. "No, you won't!" I flatly exclaimed. I got up, held her waist, and pulled her to me. I kissed her hard on her lips. "This will simply be the real thing then." I smiled at her and we held each other for a long time, our eyes communicating our feelings and intentions. Finally, she relaxed and smiled back at me, and kissed me once more. We both finished getting ready. We ate a very light dinner together, and precisely at 7:30, the doorbell rang. We both jumped and stared at each other. We laughed, and walked together, opening the door. Evan stood tall, a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and an envelope in the other hand. We invited him in, and he gave the flowers to Cheryl and kissed her on her cheek, as he gave me the envelope and shook my hand. As Cheryl put the flowers in a vase, I opened the envelope and looked at the paper inside. It was Evan's lab results, blood dated the day before. It was a comprehensive test, and everything came back as negative. I breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly showed the results to Cheryl. She smiled at Evan. "So," I started. "Are we all ready?" Evan chuckled. "A little nervous." "Do you think you will have any issues?" I asked. He snorted. "Man, look at your beautiful wife. I don't think any man will have issues with her." Cheryl visibly blushed. "Are you sure you two want to do this?" Together, Cheryl and I both said, "We are." With that, Cheryl let go of my hand, looked back at me once more, and moved to Evan. She wrapped her arms around his head, and to my surprise and Evan's, she kissed him flat on his lips. His eyes were open in surprise at first, looking at me, but when I didn't react, he closed his eyes and fell into the kiss. Cheryl and I had not discussed kissing. As everyone says, kissing is very intimate, and this was not supposed to be intimate. But I found myself flooded with emotions watching my wife kiss him. I did not remember the last time she kissed me so passionately. I watched as Evan's hands roamed her back. I almost felt like a third wheel with my own wife and her soon-to-be lover. After a few minutes of kissing, Cheryl took his hand and started to lead him to our bedroom. She smiled at me and took my hand as well, and led both men to our bedroom. She made us stand in the center of the room in front of the bed, and smiled at both of us. "Are you boys ready?" she asked in a mischievous voice. Evan and I both nodded. I watched as my wife very sensuously unbuttoned her blouse, slipping it off her shoulders and letting it fall on the floor. She kicked off her shoes and unzipped her skirt, letting it too fall to the floor. She stepped out and stood before us wearing a pair of tiny, sheer black panties, and matching sheer black bra. We could clearly see the outlines of her fully shaved vagina, and her nipples were already hard, pressing against the thin fabric. She moved toward us, and once again, she kissed Evan first. As she kissed him, she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Her pale hands contrasted against his very muscular chest as she rubbed his beautiful black skin. I noticed she did not remove her wedding ring. Cheryl unclasped his belt buckle and unzipped his slacks. She then pulled away from him, and after a quick glance toward me, she looked at Evan, reached behind her bra, and unclasped it. Slowly, she removed her bra and tossed it to the side, and then pulled her panties off, kicking them away. I was mesmerized. I had just witnessed my beautiful wife willingly strip completely naked in front of a man I barely knew. She did not even have jewelry on her, except her wedding ring. I could not even begin to imagine I could have a hardon so big as I had watching her. She walked to us, and whispered into my ears with a single command, "Strip." Somehow, I knew with that one command, that one innocent word, that my relationship with Cheryl had forever changed. I could not explain it. It just happened, like a snap of the finger. A shift of power if you will. But I adjusted fast, and I quickly took off my shirt. I unzipped my slacks, and pulled both my boxers and slacks down, kicking off my shoes and quickly pulling my socks off. I thought it interesting that a well-to-do professional white husband and wife were standing completely naked in front of a very powerful black man. Cheryl walked behind me, and kissed my naked shoulder as she wrapped her arms around my waist. She slowly stroked me, seeming to take pleasure at how hard I was being stimulated like this in front of this stranger, this man. She stopped just as quickly as she started, and whispered again into my ear, "Kneel." I got on my knees, and she did as well. Cheryl motioned for Evan to walk forward, and as she looked at me, she dropped his pants and boxers. What I saw made me almost scared. There's a stereotype that black men have big cocks. But Evan, you see, fit another stereotype: that some men would make horses jealous. His cock, only semi-rigid, was nearly twice as long as mine. My cock has always been thick with a beautiful round mushroom head. Evan's cock was like a tree trunk. I looked over to my wife and saw Cheryl lick her lips subconsciously. She looked at me as she tentatively at first, but then more forcefully, took Evan's cock in her hands and slowly stroked it. Soon enough, Evan's 12 inches was fully engorged, sticking straight out from his muscular body, his six pack abs and chiseled thighs seeming the perfect background for such a tool. Cheryl looked at me, her eyes locked onto mine, as if waiting for me to say stop. When I did not, as she continued to look at me, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and put the head between her lips. I could not believe I was on my knees, watching my wife suck on the largest black cock I had ever seen. I looked down and saw my own cock, pathetic looking in comparison, hard and twitching. Somehow, I knew that this was turning into something more than what Cheryl and I had talked about. After watching Cheryl suck barely the head and a little of the shaft, my suspicions were confirmed when she pulled off him with a very loud smack, took my head with her hand, and pulled me toward him. I looked at her, as Evan stood perfectly still. She took his massive shaft in her other hand and cooed, "Opppppennnnnn......" I opened my mouth as she guided me closer. I could smell his scent. I could see my wife's saliva on him. I closed my eyes as the heat from his cock approached my lips. I felt him on my tongue first. A hot, supple object, slightly salty in taste, pressing against me. Cheryl pushed my head further in, as I opened my mouth as wide as I could, the top of his head pressing against my upper lip. I could feel my lips stretched as his head was pushed into my mouth. I opened my eyes and all I could see was this massive black shaft out of my mouth. I could taste the precum in my mouth, as Cheryl simulated a sucking motion for me. An Alternative Impregnation This continued for a few minutes, before Cheryl roughly pulled me off him. "Get up," she commanded, and I got up, standing next to this god of a man. I then watched as Cheryl positioned herself between us, taking each of our cocks in each of her hands. She shook his, and smiled. Then she shook mine, and chuckled. But I was not embarrassed. I was excited as I watched her suck his cock, then mine, then his again. Now, being married for six years, one begins to know their spouse, and Cheryl knew me. She knew I was close. "Cum on his cock," she ordered me. She got up and sat on our bed, her legs wide open, her fingers masturbating her pussy. I gulped and looked at her, then at Evan. I stood in front of him, but he was taller than me, so I had to stand on my tiptoes. I took my cock in one hand, and walked into Evan, pressing my cock against his. I don't know how my cock felt to him, but his felt extremely hot to me. And as hard as I was, he was harder. My cock wouldn't even budge his erection. I looked at Cheryl, and she just smiled at me, masturbating herself furiously. I started to stroke my cock on top of Evan's, feeling the texture of the top of his shaft on the bottom of mine. My hand could barely reach around his shaft and mine, but there was enough friction and enough lubrication from my saliva and hers to make us quite slippery. I looked at Evan and he was staring at Cheryl as I masturbated myself on his cock. I did not take long as I came pretty hard and pretty fast. I felt the spurts shoot down my shaft and hit his cock and navel. I rubbed my cum all over his cock, even though the majority of my sperm got scattered. I hoped this was enough. Cheryl got up, took her left hand, complete with wedding band glinting in the light, and grabbed Evan's now cum-covered cock. She slowly twisted and stroked him, and used his cock to guide him to our bed. My cum lubricated his shaft, but I could not but help realize that even more of my sperm was being transferred. Cheryl was oblivious to this fact as she kissed him again and pushed him onto the bed on his back. She motioned for me to climb onto the bed and I did. Cheryl then turned around and sat on Evan's chest, facing me. She motioned for me to move in front of Evan's cock, between his legs. Using my shoulders as support, my wife positioned herself in a squatting position over Evan's gigantic cock. My face was mere inches from Evan's quivering monster shaft, and my wife's pussy was half an inch above his massive mushroom head. I looked up and saw my wife's eyes were locked onto mine. "I love you, Bob," she said, as she lowered herself down. I could see Evan's cockhead get squeezed my Cheryl's very tight vaginal lips. Cheryl at this point was dripping wet, I could smell her essence and as usual, I was mesmerized by it. But she screamed as the massive cock invaded her. My cum helped lubricate her, but she could not get more than half the head inside her the first time before having to pull off him. "Fuckkkkkkkkk!" she screamed to no one in particular. "That is so big." I thought I heard Evan chuckle but I could not be sure. She tried to go down again, and this time, she was able to get the whole head in, but again she had to pull up. I heard my wife breathing shallowly and quickly. "Bob, hold his cock for me," she ordered, and I obeyed. I grabbed the base of his massive shaft as my wife once again slide down. The third time was the charm it seemed, as she slid a few inches down. "Ohhhhhhhh gawwwwwwwwdddddddd!" she screamed once more. But she started to adjust to his size. Slowly, she moved up and down, and I saw Evan's big hands reach around and hold her waist as she slowly went up, and down... up, and down. Cheryl started to scream as she had her first major orgasm of the night, her legs twitching. But she was determined to move further down on Evan's cock. As her first orgasm subsided, she grabbed my hair and looked into my eyes again. She did not say anything, but pulled me closer. My wife licked her lips, and that was the hint I needed to stick my tongue out. I could taste my own cum as it slid down Evan's cock, and I could even taste Cheryl's juices, as she came a second time. But my wife, the first time she has had another cock inside her other than mine since we were dating, was determined to get more inside her. By the time her second orgasm had subsided, Cheryl was nearly two-thirds down his cock, but it seemed that was the most she could go. She was screaming in pain and agony at the same time, but she continued to bounce on top of him. Evan helped, and I marveled at the man's stamina. But eventually, with my wife's riding of his cock and my tongue licking his balls and base of his shaft, even Evan started to approach his limit. Sure enough and true to his word, he let us know. "I'm getting close," he said matter of factly, his breathing beginning to speed up. To my surprise, I wrapped my arms around Cheryl's legs and licked even faster. Cheryl grabbed my hair again and pulled so I was looking at her, staring into her beautiful eyes. She did not need to ask the question. I merely nodded as she rode him faster, and seemed to get more of him inside her. She was having one climax after another, and her juices made him extremely slick. By now I could feel the heat of her pussy as she slid Evan's cock almost completely inside her. I could not believe I was licking the balls of the man who was fucking my wife. "Guys, I'm about to cum," Evan pleaded with us. His breathing was quite fast, and he even half-heartedly tried to push Cheryl off. I grabbed my wife's thighs tighter as I licked faster. She was still staring into my eyes as tears fell down her face. She was cumming yet again, this time very powerfully. She mouthed the words, "I love you." We heard a moan from Evan. He was bucking up, meeting her every stroke with his own. My tongue was half licking his shaft, half her pussy. Her pussy lips were stretched to the limit, but everything was so wet and lubricated, it looked easy. I knew I could push her off. I still had a few seconds. But... I did not. Instead, I held her tight as I felt the first powerful gush of sperm shoot up Evan's cock, and into my wife's pussy. I continued to lick as I felt the massive spurts move up his cock. I licked her clit as she had the longest, loudest orgasm I have ever seen her have. Evan was moaning and groaning, a primal scream escaping his lungs, filling our bedroom with the deep, resonating sound. He seemed to cum for thirty seconds, as I felt his cum ooze out of my wife's pussy. I hungrily licked it, showing it to my wife as she continued to stare at me, her body shaking. I watched, mesmerized and amazed. I knew Cheryl had just became pregnant. There was no doubt in my mind, and looking into her eyes, I knew that she knew it too. Evan spurted three final spurts, and his cock became ever so slightly smaller, as Cheryl was finally able to completely slide down. Another two twitches, and two more small spurts of sperm entered her. I did not stop licking. Nor did I stop staring into her beautiful eyes. I never loved her more as much as I did right then and there. After several minutes, she finally got off him, a gusher of cum oozing out of her as she did. Evan slowly traced patterns on her tummy, as they both watched me lick my wife clean. What happened next surprised all of us, I think. "I love you, Bob," my wife said. "I love you more than anything." I blushed. I stopped licking. "I love you, too," I replied. She smiled at me. Then she turned to Evan, and kissed him. Hard. She climbed on top of him, her pussy grinding on his semi flaccid, but quickly engorging cock. She stopped kissing him for one second, and looked into his eyes, "Now fuck me hard," she ordered him. I took that as my queue to leave. Now you might be reading this story and wondering why I would do that, and the answer is simple. It is because I love her, and want her to be happy. If she is happy with his body, with his cock, then who am I to deny her that happiness. She told me she loves me. And she knows I love her. I left the room and slept in the guest room that night. In the morning I made them breakfast in bed. I left for some chores. The entire weekend, Evan spent fucking my wife. There was no need for condoms. Cheryl confirmed her pregnancy two weeks later with a home test, and we quickly found an obstetrician for her. This was seven months ago. During that time, Evan had become a constant fixture at our house. The doctor told Cheryl that sex was good for delivery, and she took it to heart. There was hardly a time I would see the two of them together not fucking. The previous weekend, in fact, Evan had brought two of his college buddies over for the weekend. Cheryl loved every moment, and I loved her loving it. She would profess her love to me daily, and once in a while she would still give me a blowjob. I was the luckiest husband in the world. Two more months til I became the luckiest dad in the world.