18 comments/ 127741 views/ 45 favorites Giving My Wife To Other Men By: jamie0000 My wife and I have been into the cuckolding lifestyle now for more than 20 years. In fact two of our three children have been fathered by other men. I met Reena, who is Indian, when I was 22 and she was 21. She was at a friend's party and when I first saw her never imagined such a beautiful woman could exist. She was about 5' 4" with an hour glass figure; the conservative dress she had on could do nothing to hide. I was smitten and before I knew what I was doing had gone over and introduced myself. Her smile as she responded with her name lit my universe. It seemed she was as attracted to me as I was to her. We were married within a year, despite objections from her orthodox Hindu parents (effectively she ran away from home). Reena was a virgin but our honeymoon night, which began with me gently easing my eight inches into her tight pussy and pushing through her hymen, released a sexual tigress. We never stopped fucking. I have never had complaints from the various women I had previous screwed (I think it was about 20 by that stage), often managing it 4-5 times a night. But by the end of the honeymoon it was clear even that would not be enough for my new bride. Over the next three months she literally wore me out as she made up for all her sheltered, restrictive upbringing. Somehow I stayed the course and eventually, much to my relief, she seemed to quieten down... slightly. I considered myself to be the happiest man in the world. My wife was beautiful and sexy beyond anything I had imagined. There was just one problem. Years earlier, after my then girlfriend and I crashed drunk at a mate's house, I woke to find them fucking in his bedroom. At first I was furious and my first impulse was to rush in and tear them apart, but (and yes this really does happen) as I watched I realised I had a massive erection. And the more I watched my drunk g/f being screwed by my mate the more aroused I became until I came in my pants just as he orgasmed inside her. At that point I quietly returned to the couch. I never said anything to her and she certainly never mentioned anything to me. And although the relationship didn't last more than a few more months every time I fucked her I kept imagining it was my mate that was fucking her. I realised I wanted her to sleep with him again. These thoughts became so obsessive I began buying every sex magazine I could for readers' letters on the subject. We eventually split and my fantasy was never really realised. But the wish to be cuckolded never went away. Don't get me wrong, I'm no sissy and used to be able to take down most guys. Neither do I have any difficulties, as I have already indicated, in the sex department. I spoke of a problem though, didn't I. Basically, while I would fuck Reena, I couldn't help but fantasise about her being with another guy. Afterwards I would berate myself repeatedly, telling myself anyone with a wife as stunning as mine would have to be nuts to want another man to spurt his cum into her. But the thoughts, the desires would always come back and as time went on, and I read more stories, so my fantasy evolved to black men and pregnancy. As I fucked Reena (doggie is my favourite position), I would look down and in the half-light imagine my shadow-shrouded cock was that of her black lover about to cum in her fertile pussy and knock her up. I agonised over whether to tell her about my feelings, but in a sense matters were taken out of my hand when she began to tell me that a black porter (she is a nurse) was hitting on her at work. I was immediately aroused like crazy and had a hard time hiding my erection as I tried to dismiss the whole thing as nonchalantly as I could. I said something like: "Hey, you're beautiful, you know how other guys look at you, so it's not surprising some of them are gonna try and chat you up. Get used to it." She told me his name was Gary and that night while making love to her I mentioned that this is what Gary probably fantasised about. Reena asked me what I meant and I remember replying: "Fucking you." She gasped and came powerfully. Afterwards I told her the thought of him having sex with her seemed to appeal to her. She denied it of course, but I wondered if I had somehow struck a hidden chord. Well, as fuck followed fuck in the weeks that followed, I would mention him again. About the third or fourth time she breathlessly asked: "Do you really think he fantasises about me?" I told her he'd be dead or gay if he didn't and she laughed. I then said there would be nothing he would like better than to repeatedly fill her up with his cum. After we had both cum ouselves, I remember her saying he couldn't do that because she was not on the pill and he would have to wear a condom. I nearly came a second time with shock, but then she hurriedly said: "Not that I'm going to do anything like that anyway." But I knew the seed had been sown and I was going to pour on as much nourishment as I could. I continued mentioning his name until one night I told just before she orgasmed: "I know the thought of him fucking you turns you on, admit it." She didn't say anything. I thrust into particularly hard and again ordered her to admit it. She moaned: "Okay, yes I admit it, all your talking makes me very excited but it can't happen." "Why?" I asked. "If you wanted to do it you would have my permission." "Are you serious? "Yes, my darling, very." She came hard. Well we talked long into the night after that, sometimes fucking, but usually just content to lay next to one another, as I poured out my long-held fantasies of cream-pie eating and sloppy seconds; even the pregnancy bit. She was very quiet for several minutes after that particular disclosure. Then Reena turned to me and, gazing deep into my eyes, said: "Are you really saying you not only want to sleep with other men, and black men at that, but you would be quite happy for one or more of them to make me pregnant." "Yes," I replied. "I know it sounds weird but to me this is the most exciting think I can imagine - you wanting another man, a black man, giving yourself to him completely and welcoming his hot, thick cum deep inside you knowing he could knock you up. More importantly I want you to really want him to make you a mummy." "But wouldn't you be jealous. What if I fell in love with him or at least developed feelings for him, which wouldn't be surprising if I'm carrying his child? And even if I didn't fall in love with him the fact remains you would have to be a father to another man's baby. Wouldn't you be jealous or anything?" I recall kissing her gently before assuring her: "Jealous? Perhaps. As for bringing up another man's baby, or even other men's babies that you give birth to, that somehow ranks with you getting pregnant in terms of sexual excitement. As for you falling in love with someone, I know that's a risk and a dangerous one at that, but twisted though this might sound, that turns me on, too." As you can see I really had it bad. "You're mad darling, but I do love you and I must admit it sounds so exciting, so naughty, even forbidden I suppose." "Will you do it? I asked eagerly. "To be honest with you I want to but I am scared, really scared. " "Well that's to be expected and I can also honestly say I am, too. So go slowly, give Gary some encouragement and eventually he will ask you for a coffee or a date or something. Then see how it develops." She breathed deeply. "I'm really not sure, but just let me think about this some more." We began to kiss again after that and soon I had put on another condom and began fucking her again. "You want to do it don't you?" "Mmmmmmm," she responded. "You want him to fuck you with his big black cock?" "Yeeees," she gasped, bucking her hips. "No condom?" "Oh god, yeeees!" "Cum inside you? Fill you up with his hot, thick cum?" "Yes, yes, yes." "Make you pregnant? "Yes, darling, yes." "And you'll have his baby?" "Yes, ohhhhhh yes... have his baby." "Will you really do this." "Yes, Jamie, I will." "Promise?" "Promise," she managed as her body began to shake with the biggest orgasm of her life. I followed suit. In the morning she was quiet, Neither of us mentioned the pillow promises. But after breakfast she suddenly rushed into my arms and began crying. "Darling, what's the matter?" "I....I....I mean if I do this, you'll never leave me, will you?" My cock throbbed into a massive erection as I replied: "Never, ever." Well we had a few more conversations like that, before she told me during one fuck session that Gary had asked her to a show he had been given tickets for. "Go," I moaned. "You really want me to?" "Yes," I said. "You know it could happen?" "Yes." "And you still want me to go?" "Yes," I gasped as I began to fuck her even harder. "Knowing he could be where you are now?" "Oh god, yes, do it, do it." "Knowing I might come back pregnant?" "Yes, yes, yes, do it. I want him to fuck his black baby into you. I want you to fuck him as many times as you want to, for as long as you want to, whenever you want to. Even go away on holiday with him if you want to." "You want that?" "Yes!" "We'll be like husband and wife." "Mmmmmmmm" "I already like him. I could fall in love with him." "Yes." "You want me to?" "Yes, ohhhhh yes, fall in love with him, I really want you to." With that we came together. Both of us having mind-blowing orgasms. The show was the following weekend and the days that followed were ones of increasing nervousness and tension between us. But we were both smouldering sexually, and if anything sex between us became even hotter. The conversations ran on the same lines, with me entreating her to let Gary make her pregnant and have his baby. I know I also again told her I wanted her to fall in love with him. Crazy, or what? That Saturday I cried off work. I just knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate. As she got ready I sat on the bed watching her, not really believing what was happening, not quite able to comprehend I was almost certainly sending my incomparably beautiful and sweet wife into another man's arms, to fuck with him and even to become pregnant by him. I knew on an intellectual level that this could so easily destroy our marriage. And yet my excitement would not simply allow me to tell her to stop and not go. She looked stunning in a low cut black dress (it had to be, didn't it), that, like so many stories I have read, accentuated her lush 34C breasts, 21" waist, and voluptuous 36" hips. Reena was finally ready to leave. We stood facing one another by the front door. There was a strange awkwardness between us. My mouth was dry and I had butterflies in my stomach. I told her. Suddenly she was in my arms tearing up. "Are you sure, are you sure? Tell me if you're not and I won't go, darling. I'll just stay in and spend the night here with you." I knew this was my last chance to say "no", to prevent what could turn out to be the biggest disaster of my life. Yet I didn't. my cock virtually did the talking. "It's okay. I love you so much darling and I want you to go. Go with him, be with him, give yourself to him totally." "You really mean this?" "Yes, go. Now!" "You know, Jamie, I'm so wet down there. It frightens me how scary and yet exciting this all is." "I know, darling. But I want you to come back even wetter." She looked deep into my eyes. We kissed again and she whispered: "You know I think I will." Then she was opening the front door, a final look over her shoulder, a blown kiss and then she was gone. Seconds later I heard her starting her car. His, I think, had broken down or something and so she was going to do the driving. As I write this, I can remember so clearly that as the sound of her car engine slowly faded in the distance, I was almost overcome with the mad desire to fling the door open, run down the road, and somehow catch her and make her stop. But it was too late. This was all my fault, I had set this in motion, and, don't forget, as this was before most people, including ourselves, had mobile phones, there was no way I could really reach her. I didn't even know his exact address or where the show was. Stupid, I know. What I don't remember with any clarity is the hours that followed. I didn't get drunk or anything, but the sheer intensity of emotions, the gut-wrenching fear, the intense jealousy, the massive excitement, just made it all a huge blur. I know I cried several times. I also know I masturbated several times, probably in between my pathetic but perhaps understandable sobbing. Nah! Who am I kidding. It wasn't understandable at all. If memory serves me she finally got back about 2.45am. I was, of course, out of my mind with worry by this time. Visions of her bloody and lifeless body had flashed into my mind repeatedly during the last couple of hours. Once I had even reached for the phone to call the police and report her missing. That's the state I was in when I finally heard her car draw up. As I rushed to the door, my relief was almost overcome with waves of nausea, even though I had not been able to eat anything. I watched trembling as she slowly climbed out of the vehicle. My throat was tight, I felt I could hardly breathe – probably I didn't – as she hesitantly walked across the gravel towards me. She stopped a couple of feet away on the porch. Silence. Somehow I knew then she had had actually done it, she had really fucked him. Visions of him between her legs, fucking her hard, then her in doggy position, finally riding on top, flashed through my mind in a split second. Then with a moan she launched herself into my arms and we both cried and hugged, cried and hugged. And kissed, My god, how we kissed, ravenously, desperately. Through the maelstrom of confused emotions came a crystal clear thought. "She's got his spunk inside her, right now, this very minute." My wife, my darling wife, had given herself to another man and had his cum – no, not just cum, his potent, baby-making black man's cum - inside her beautiful body. Even now his sperm were searching for an egg to fertilise. Maybe it had already happened. And this was actually real! Somehow, we made our way into the bedroom, kissing, hugging, crying, declaring our undying love for each other. I don't remember undressing her or myself, but I vividly recall the angry, red love bites on her neck and all over her firm breasts. Her nipples were hugely swollen and I could see bruises on her arms. Gone now was the fear and doubt. I was consumed with an insatiable sexuality – my beautiful once-innocent wife was innocent no longer. She had experienced extreme, even rough passion with another man and somehow she had loved it. I knew I had helped corrupt and perhaps deprave her. Because of me her beautiful body was deliciously soiled inside and out. Forgive me though, but I loved it. At that moment the signs of her ravishment, the unmistakeable smell of sweat and combined juices were the most beautiful thing in the world. I rained kisses on her, particularly on her love bites and bruises as I slowly, inexorably and inevitably made my way down to that magical place that most of all would be testament to her lucious, life-changing adultery. That word was like mental nectar to me – something to be savoured...adultery! Then I parted her lovely legs. The smell of unrestrained copulation temporarily overwhelmed me. Her pubic hair was matted with moisture. From the aroma, it was clearly mostly as a result of his cum. I lowered my head and slowly separated her clearly swollen lips. "No," she moaned, suddenly trying to pull me back up. "You mustn't. I'm too dirty. Let me shower first." "No, I want this, I need this." Reluctantly she took her hands away. I lowered my head further, at the same time touching her dampness. As I did so I almost recoiled as a big, glistening dollop of cum suddenly started to slide out of her. I gazed at it mesmerised but for no more than a second. Then, with an almost primordial moan, I buried my face into her hot, sopping wet sex. I licked. And almost fainted as the heady taste of Gary's cum assaulted my taste buds. It was a bit salty, but for all I cared it could have tasted like road tar. I wanted it I needed it. I had sucked the gob of cum into my mouth, savoured it as my heart pounded in my ears, and then swallowed. It was at that point I came messily on the duvet, gout after gout of hot spunk, uselessly soaking into the material. Despite my several earlier orgasms, I can honestly say it was the most powerful I had ever experienced. In the minutes that followed I was like a man possessed, moaning, licking, sucking, swallowing. Initially I had both hands under her beautiful, spunk-slick bottom. Then I moved one of them to caress (albeit a bit awkwardly) her flat stomach. I knew she could be pregnant. Damn, I wanted her to be, desperately so. With all my heart I wanted Gary to have knocked her up. I even remember saying mantra-like in my mind: "Please be pregnant, please be pregnant, please be pregnant, please, please have his baby inside you." I was dimly aware my wife has several orgasms throughout all this. At some stage, I put a condom on my still hard cock and even that action was so sexy, the implications so delicious. I gazed into Reena's eyes and then with my face almost certainly glistening from her and Gary's combined lust and fuck juices, I began kissing her passionately. She returned my kisses with equal fervour. At the same time I plunged my cock into her steaming pussy. There was no resistant. But there was the most satisfyingly lewd squelch. And heat. Even through the condom I felt that. Neither of us lasted long. Maybe six, possibly as many as 10 thrusts, and we came together. As I filled my condom with another impossibly heavy load, I grated: "I want you to keep fucking him, don't stop seeing him, please." "I won't," she moaned. "I can't." If I hadn't already been coming, those words alone would have sent me over the top. It's fair to say over the next few days – we both took time off work - we couldn't keep our hands off each other. It was as if I had to somehow to prove that I could still pleasure her, that I was still as important to her as I was before. Maybe I was just reclaiming territory somehow. I don't know. As for Reena, I know she was trying to reconcile her guilt and her deep love for me with her feelings for Gary and the almost overpowering need to see him again. The fact was it was an amazingly tense and exciting time, made all the more so by Gary's repeated phone calls asking why she wasn't at work and begging to see her again. Of course, the details, thrust by squelchy thrust, of their hours of fucking emerged. Not all at once, some she related while we fucked, others while we just lay together exhausted. Her nervousness at the concert, her decision to leave as soon as it was over and drive home, his kiss outside, quite open, in front of everybody else and taking the edge of her determination to return to me, the growing passion as she responded, their bodies straining against each other, and then her decision not to come home. She drove him to his flat in silence, the sexual tension between them almost palpable. She knew she was going to give herself to him and she knew she would do it without a condom. Somehow it seemed so right, forbidden, but right. How's that for a contradiction? They travelled the lift in silence, holding hands tightly. As he closed the door behind her, her resolve again faltered. Once more he took her in his arms and this time all hesitation fled. She remembered thinking she felt like a bride all over again as they kissed and explored each other's desperate bodies and somehow lost their clothes. Giving My Wife To Other Men His lips on hers, his tongue inside her mouth, hers in his, then the biting and sucking of her neck, her heaving, sweaty breasts, her equally moist navel and then his tongue in her dripping sex. It was heaven. She came immediately, then again a few minutes later as he alternately probed her vagina with his tongue and then nibbled her little hard clit. A third orgasm followed soon afterwards. Finally, the exquisite torture stopped and he began moving back up her body. More kisses, more biting, and then finally their lips met once more. But not for long. He continued moving upwards until his cock was suddenly waving threateningly in her face. She gasped. It was the first time she had seen it properly. She had already felt it against her of course and knew he was big. But not how big. He was not only a couple of inches longer than me, but clearly much thicker. And unlike me he was cut. His cock dribbled pre-cum incessantly and she realised what she wanted to do. Tentatively, she licked. His cum was salty and the smell was heady. But she liked it. She licked again, this time with more purpose, before trying to suck the large mushroomed-shaped head into her tiny mouth. She didn't manage much but her efforts were clearly appreciated because, as excited as Gary was, he couldn't hold back for too long. Without warning he groaned and shot a massive pulse of spunk deep into her throat. She barely had time to gag before a second burst followed, and then another and another. She desperately began to swallow out of instinct, trying to cope with the torrent now flooding her mouth. And yes, like in so many stories you read, she failed and inevitably a sizeable dribble of his sticky cum escaped past her lips to ooze down her chin and eventually onto her breasts. Finally he withdrew and he moved his face down to hers once more. They kissed passionately, desperately as she instinctively opened her legs for the final surrender. She remembered her heart beating wildly as he positioned his large cock at the entrance to her cunt. She also recalled lifting up her hips - offering, giving, needing... He didn't deny her and slowly, gently began to push his cock into her body. They moaned together, And then my beautiful wife came, flooding their joining. He pushed in further even as tremors continued to wrack Reena's luscious body. More inches followed and she came again. Never had my wife experienced this orgasmic intensity before. Finally, she could feel his massive testicles against her bottom. He was completely inside her! Reena came again. Slowly at first and then with increasing intensity he began to fuck her. Sometimes they kissed, sometimes they just looked deeply into each other's eyes as their passion, already high, climbed even further. Occasionally she would cum. Throughout each orgasm, however, he continued to fuck her. Inevitably there came the time when he began speeding up. My wife knew this was another point of no return. Should she make him withdraw or let him cum inside her. She knew the risks. Possible pregnancy, even serious damage to our marriage. Yet she knew I wanted her to do this, to take the risks and to realise one of them, to make the forbidden a reality. Did she want it? She loved me dearly but did she want another man's baby and a black man's baby at that. There would be no explaining it away to family and friends. They would never understand what had been awakened in her - such illicit desires that were so against everything she had grown up to believe was sacrosanct in life: utter faithfulness, not even thinking of another man. She had never imagined such pleasure could exist, not just physical pleasure, but an all-consuming thrill at the utter lewdness of it all. But there was more. She knew she had feelings for Gary, genuinely deep feelings. Was it love? As Gary's large cock pistoned ever more quickly and deeply into her baby-making channel, she realised it was. She loved this man, her black lover. At that moment she wanted him to be part of her life forever, to give birth to his child or children. She didn't know how it would work out; in fact at that point she didn't really care. She just knew this was the way she wanted it, the way it had to be. Just then another orgasm slammed into her and shredded any vestiges of doubt that may have been left. As she surrendered her beautiful body and soul to this forbidden joining, without conscious thought she wrapped her sexy legs around Gary's butt and pulled him even deeper inside her. Impossibly, his cock, big as it was, seemed to swell ever larger, and then she experienced what she had never felt with me – a burst of thick, hot cum gushing past her cervix and flooding her unfaithful womb. More and more baby-making spurts followed. Her roller-coaster of utter, animal-like ecstacy lasted for several minutes as she felt the warmth of his wonderful orgasm radiating out through her lower body. Then her next conscious thought: "He's making me pregnant. Gary's putting a black baby inside me to take home to my husband." She nearly swooned with the intensity of the lewdness, the depravity, and indeed her growing conviction that she had fallen in love with another man. And, of course, she came again. He stayed inside her as he kissed her lips so very tenderly, not even sliding his tongue into her mouth. "I love you Reena," he then said quietly. My wife gazed into his eyes as the wet overflow of their fucking began to ooze past his slowly deflating cock and trickle down the crack of her voluptuous bottom. She tightened her arms around his neck, mashing her lovely, firm breasts against his chest even more, and squeezing his butt even harder with her legs. "And I love you, too, my darling, I love you and I want you inside me again and again. I want your baby, no, I want your babies. I want you as part of my life forever." They kissed passionately, their tongues desperately exploring the wetness of each other's mouth. She could feel him getting harder once more inside her. "What about your husband," he asked quietly. Reena hesitated. She knew she couldn't tell him I knew what she was doing, that I had wanted this, no, actually begged her to be unfaithful to me and have his baby. "Darling, I really do love you, but I love him as well. The fact is I can't live without either of you, so I could never leave him, I would never want to leave him. But I want to be with you as much as possible. I don't know how it is going to work, but it will. Now, fuck me again, Gary, give me your baby, my darling. Please, my darling, please! I love you so much." Few men could resist such a plea from such a ravishing women. Gary was certainly no exception My wife told me they made love twice more that night. It was passionate, gentle sometimes, brutal at others. Every time his spunk exploded deep inside her, every time he deposited millions more potent sperm inside her willing, unfaithful and so-very-fertile womb, she knew this was what she really wanted and needed. But now that wanting and needing had nothing to do with me, her husband, it was something independent, something powerful and demanding deep with her being, something she knew she couldn't imagine herself ever being able to resist. Would she be able to go back to just me if I changed my mind about her having a lover and asked her to finish with Gary. Frankly, she doubted it. She knew that could endanger out marriage, but she couldn't deny the love she felt for the man I had repeatedly begged her to fuck, the man whose baby or babies I had repeatedly pleaded with her to have. She was, she knew, helpless. As she later told me how Gary had declared his love for her (we were fucking at this point) my throat went completely dry. She looked at me. "I'm sorry, but that's when I told him. You said you wanted this and now it has happened and there is nothing I can do about it. I finally found my voice. "What?" "I told him I loved him, too." I almost passed out as I came with amazing force. It had happened. I had urged and urged her to sleep with Gary, to fall in love with him, to become pregnant by him, to have his baby. Two down, possibly a third as well. The last just required waiting nine months. After I had calmed down slightly I asked her: "Are you sure you mean it?" She looked at me with tears in her eyes. "Yes. I admit I had some doubts afterwards, thinking it had perhaps been just the sex talking, but then there was his last phone call about an hour ago." "And?" My beautiful Indian wife looked at me. "Yes Jamie, I have fallen in love with him." "And?" "I don't know....I guess I'm a bit confused. I still love you , of course, and I'd never leave you but I want him so badly, to feel his kisses, his lips all over me, his hands exploring my body, making love, with him, him cumming inside me, to have his baby. I'm sorry, but I just can't help it." I began to move inside her again, hard once more. Reena responded, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. "It's okay," I whispered. "I know it's crazy but I want you to want him, I want you to fuck him as often as possible, always bare; I want you pregnant with his child, I want to see your tummy swell as evidence of your delicious unfaithfulness, your breasts to grow, filling with milk to feed the baby your black lover will have given you." I paused. "And..." "Yes?" she breathed. "And I really do want you to love him!" My wife groaned in orgasm, I wasn't far behind, filling just the condom. The next night she saw him again and spent the night at his place. The raw fear was gone this time, but the delicious cucky angst swirled through me in full force until, exhausted, after repeatedly masturbating myself with visions of their squelchy fuckings I finally fell into an exhausted sleep. She came home at 11am – it was a Saturday – I embraced her as passionately as before on the doorstep. Our excitement was also just as great as I explored and savoured her lusciously used, spunk-filled body. "Do you think he's fucked his black baby into you yet," I groaned as I neared my first orgasm. "Yeeeeessss," she moaned as, "I don't know how but I know it." I gasped. "It's what you wanted, isn't it?" she asked as her own passion mounted. "Yes, ohhhhh yes, my naughty, darling wife. I can't wait for your belly to swell, to feel the kick of his child inside you." "I love you," she said simply. "And I love you," I responded. "And you also love him, don't you." "Yes," she said, just as simply. "And that's also what you wanted, isn't it." "Yes," I managed as I began to com. "Yes, I don't know why but it makes me so excited knowing you love another man as well as me." As we cuddled, me shrinking but still inside her, she told me: "My period is due tomorrow. If it doesn't come then...." "Oh my god, so soon?" "Yes, tomorrow should give us a good idea whether Gary had made me a mommy, or at least a mommy-to-be." My tortured but excited mind kept me awake long after Reena had gone to sleep. Her period didn't arrive. Reena saw Gary again that afternoon, but because he had an evening shift at the hospital was home by early evening. She reeked of cum once more, and I loved it. As we had squelchy sex she told me: "Jamie, I hope you don't mind, but I let him do it in my bottom today." I moaned and came immediately. I had never done that to her. I had tried of course, but she would always complain it was too painful. Reena told me he was incredibly gentle and he used lots of Vaseline, although that hadn't stopped the pain. And there was lots of it. As I began to fuck her again with a fresh condom, she continued: "He's so big, much bigger than you (my cock throbbed in response) and I honestly thought he was going to split me in two. But despite the discomfort I was so excited and didn't want him to stop. And then slowly the pain turned to pleasure and I soon found myself telling him to fuck my bottom harder and harder. And when he came I could feel every warm spurt in me." Later that evening Reena told me she wanted me to make love to her up her bum. I didn't need to be told a second time. It was heaven. She was tight of course, but nowhere near as much as when I had tried it before. And she felt wet deep inside. I was sure it was Gary's spunk coating my glistening cock as I thrust in her with increasing urgency. "Cum in me, darling," Reena moaned. "Add your cum to his." That did it. Seconds later I was pulsing my sperm into her beautiful bottom. Maybe you won't be surprised to learn Reena's period didn't come the next day or the day after that. About a week passed – she saw Gary twice during that time - until finally, unable to bear the oh-so-delicious suspense any longer I decided to buy a home testing kit the next morning. However, before I could, I woke that day to the sounds of retching from the en suite. What it signified slammed into me and I came with a groan without even touching myself. I got up and padded to the bathroom, my spunk making a growing wet patch across the front of my light blue boxers. My wife was leant over the bowl, still retching. Finally she finished, wiped her lips on a piece of toilet paper, stuck her head under the tap, rinsed her mouth... and then saw me. She grimaced. "Well, looks like you have got your wish. I don't think there can be any doubt what this means." I grinned and held out my arms. She moved slowly into them. I cuddled my almost certainly pregnant wife and tenderly kissed the top of her head. Reena then lifted her eyes to mine. "Shit Jamie, what are going to do?" "Do?" I said. "Do? Well you are going to have Gary's lovely black baby and be a wonderful mummy." She sighed. "How did I guess you would say something like that?" I still got the test, of course, and even held the strip as she pissed on it. We waited seconds before it turned blue. She was pregnant. I pulled her to her feet before she had time to wipe herself, picked her up in my arms, threw her onto our bed and proceeded to fuck her hard – at long last without a condom. Thrusting into her, knowing my beautiful Indian wife was carrying her black lover's baby, saw me cum quickly. Fortunately, I was able to continue fucking her for another 30 seconds until she screamed into her own orgasm. Reena slept with Gary that evening and returned about 1am. As usual I licked some of his cum from her dripping cunt, but not for too long. He had excitedly fucked her three times after she had told him he had made her pregnant and she was still oozing copious amount of his wonderful spunk as I at last thrust into her used hole without having to wear a condom. I groaned in ecstasy as I squelched effortlessly into her and finally felt the full indescribable warmth and wetness left behind by her unfaithfulness. Less than two minutes later and I came, too, spurting a massive load into her already overflowing vagina. The weeks and months that followed were exquisite as my wife's tummy began to slowly swell with Gary's baby. To be honest I couldn't get enough of her. Neither could Gary. Between us we were fucking her non-stop. I can't remember when exactly, but I think it was at the beginning of her third month when she told Gary that I knew about them. She didn't give him the history, of course, simply that she had felt she had no choice but confess her infidelity. He was surprised and I think a bit worried until she added I was not only very understanding about it all but actually turned on by what had happened. After that, there was no need to pretend anymore and a few days later I met Gary for the first time. I warmed to him immediately and as Reena's pregnancy progressed he would often spend the night at our place. It was clear he was deeply in love with her and she with him. He often bought her presents. Nothing expensive, because he didn't earn much. Did I mind all this? Do pigs fly? We had numerous threesomes and rarely was I been more excited than when I was watching Gary fuck my lovely wife. Often I would position myself beneath them as he ploughed his large cock into her ever-willing cunt. I loved the sight, the sounds of them fucking, the smell and even hearing them say how much they loved one another. What really got me going though was being able to lick and suck Gary's cum out of her within seconds of him spurting it into her. However, for some reason, unlike some cucks, I was repulsed by the idea of actually sucking him. As I think back what also gave me a massive hard-on was when I was kissing Reena at the same time as he was fucking passionately. To me the movement of her body, the forceful pressing of her lips against mine as a result of his repeated thrusts was one of the most beautiful and erotic parts of the whole experience. Little Sara was born in July. She was beautiful. Both Gary and I were there, of course, neither of us giving a shit about the curious stares of the delivery room staff and other mothers. It didn't take a genius to realise what we were all about. We were all so happy and happily took turns changing Sara's nappy. By this time Gary was living with us. Most nights we all slept in the same bed, taking turns to make both gentle and passionate love to my wife. Sometimes though I would go into one of the spare room to give them time alone together. The sounds of their passion never ceased to turn me on. Equally, Gary would also spend nights in a guest room, so we, too, could have time on our own. Both he and I wore condoms at that stage as Reena didn't want to become pregnant again too soon. Sadly, seven months after Sara's birth - and even now I so wish I didn't have to write this – tragedy struck! Gary died in a road accident not far from his home. A drunk driver, can you believe, at four o'clock in the afternoon! He got two years. It should have been life. To say Reena was grief-stricken was an understatement. Hell, I was numb, in a state of utter shock myself. Maybe that was when I realised that in some way I had loved the guy as well. Well, I rallied first, and just as well, too. Because Reena was in such a total mess she was completely unable to properly care for Sara. But, she eventually began to cope, partly, I like to think as a result of my love, but mainly because of the baby. The little girl needed her mommy so much. But just as important, she represented Gary's legacy of love to her. Also fortunately time is a great healer and two years later, we had a son, Darren. For the next few years we were a normal family, well as normal as you can be when your daughter is clearly not yours. Yes, we had problems with family and friends. But these things have a great way of showing who your real friends are. Most of our friends made the grade. Sadly, few of her relatives or mine could accept the situation. Neither of us cared really. The fact was I loved Reena more than ever. I idolised Darren. And what about Sara, you may well ask? To be totally honest I couldn't have loved her more if she had been my own. I loved their smiles equally, the wonderful waymarks of their individual development, their little but oh-so-important achievements. There was never any favouritism. Not long after Darren had joined his sister at the local primary, you may not be surprised to learn that I found my thoughts once more began to turn in a naughty direction. I kept quiet for as long as I could - a few weeks I think - but finally blurted out one evening as we fucked: "I want you to find another boyfriend." "Oh god," she moaned, and came immediately. I was not far behind her. We enjoyed the increasingly raunchy pillow talk for another few weeks before I told her I didn't want to just keep talking about it. We found Simeon – a very black Jamaican – at a check-out at a local supermarket shortly afterwards. Giving My Wife To Other Men It was clear he was taken with her great beauty and despite me being there with our two kids in tow, he couldn't resist asking: "Darling, where have you been all my life?" Unlike Gary, Simeon was much taller than me and extremely powerfully built. That night as we fucked, I hissed: "You want him. You want that big nigger fucking your brains out, don't you?" "Yes," she gasped. "You gonna let him make you pregnant?" "You want me to?" "Yessss," I moaned. "Do it." Three weeks later they fucked for the first time. And no protection! If she had thought Gary's cock was big, Simeon's had a good couple of inches on him. Reena didn't so much fall in love with him as fall hopelessly in lust. He wasn't gentle like Gary and was far more controlling, but he took her to heights of pleasure she had never imagined existed. Now I said he wasn't gentle like Gary. That fact was Simeon was simply a sadist. I was shocked when, after sleeping with him for just the second time, she came home with her lovely bottom covered with a mass of angry dark red and purple welts. Some of them had even bled. She told me he had viciously thrashed her for not sucking him off properly. At first I was outraged and was initially tempted to beat the crap out of him – something I reckoned I could do despite his massive size and much greater strength. But - and please forgive me for this - the more I thought about my beautiful wife being savagely whipped by her new black lover the more it turned me on. It awakened something in me I didn't understand then and still haven't fully figured out now. Without warning, I grabbed her and pushed her across my lap. Then, eyeing her terribly beaten buttocks, I began to slap them as hard as I could. As her tortured bottom jiggled deliciously under my relentless smacks, I noticed a thick stream of cum oozing from her swollen and obvious well-fucked cunt. That almost made me cum against her belly. I was beside myself with a strange sort of lust. "You deserve this," I screamed. "In future you will suck Simeon off properly and obey his every command. Do you understand?" Every one of my words coincided with a cruelly hard slap on her already beautifully punished bum. "Yes," she moaned. "Do you promise?" (Smack, smack, smack). "I promise," she sobbed. I continued to hit her in a swirl of what could only have been newly awakened sadism on my part. For 10-15 long minutes I smacked her without mercy, slapping her with all my strength as she sobbed and screamed pitifully and helplessly, writhing in agony across my lap and turgid cock. I even aimed many of my vicious blows so they landed with sickening force on her sticky vagina, causing her to scream even louder. Fortunately both children are very sound sleepers and we don't have any near neighbours. Then, without further ado, I pushed her to the floor, got behind her, quickly rolled on a condom and rammed deep inside her. She had so much of Simeon's spunk in her cunt that there was a sort of back surge all over my balls and legs as I bottomed out. Afterwards I was confused and bitterly regretted my actions and I kept on saying how sorry I was and asking for her forgiveness. I knew I had hurt her a lot, certainly as much as Simeon, and the pain in her bottom and legs prevented her from sitting down for several days. That night as I tenderly made love to her, trying not to cause her many welts and bruises from causing even more pain, I again apologised profusely. Reena tearfully kissed me and then confessed: "Yes you really hurt me, and so did Simeon, but, and I don't understand this, but I enjoyed it. Sure I hated the pain, but I also loved it. I hated the humiliation, but I also loved it. I hated my powerlessness, but that I relished most of all." Simeon took about four months to get Reena pregnant and during that time he whipped her with a riding crop on numerous occasions. Some of the beatings she suffered at his hands lasted almost an hour and she nearly always came back in a terrible state. Seeing her like that did something to me. It made me want to hurt her as well, even more than he had managed to do. I took to using a cane on her, a belt, too, hitting her repeatedly on the many bleeding lacerations Simeon had left on her ripe bottom and legs, wanting and managing to make them bleed even more. Simeon loved hurting her and curiously the more he beat her the more I wanted him to. I have never really understood why that turned me on so much. Yes, I know this situation brought out my own latent sadism, but why did it turn me on so much to know he was beating her so much, so severely, causing her so much pain. Perhaps a psychologist could explain it. Who knows? When she told Simeon she was carrying his baby, he replied by first slapping her across the face, then backhanding her cutting her lip badly, and, as she lay sobbing in a heap on the floor, dragging her to the bedroom, stripping her and then beating her bare bottom with a cane. Reena said each stoke burned her like agony, with the pain rocketing even higher when he started welting the backs of her lovely legs. The pain, for once, proved too great for her and she slipped into unconsciousness. She doesn't know how many stokes he gave her, but believes he continued to hit her for quite some time after she passed out. When she finally came to, he was fucking her savagely. Afterwards she could barely walk and I had to pick her up. Even I was shocked at the state she was in and once home spent more than an hour bathing her terribly welted bottom, back and legs, applying antiseptic to the many, many lacerations on her beautiful body. This time I had absolutely no desire to hurt her more. I wanted to take my wife to the hospital but Reena wouldn't hear of it. I also wanted, somewhat hypocritically, I admit, to beat Simeon into a barely living pulp and repeatedly urged her to finish the affair. But again she refused. Indeed, she got on her knees and tearfully begged me to let her keep seeing him and for me not to do anything foolish. At that time she had mistaken lust for love and anyway felt she was partly to blame for what he had done as she had often begged him to hurt her. I felt I had no choice but accept the situation. But it was with considerable misgivings. Somehow, miraculously, the baby wasn't harmed, but I'm sure it was a close call. But, thank god, she finally woke up to the danger Simeon represented. It took her two months to fully recover from that savage caning, and no sooner had she done so than he beat her again. This time he used a belt. Bottom, back legs, breasts and even her cunt were severely beaten for at least two hours. How she survived I shall never know. How the child inside her not only survived but survived unharmed is another mystery. This time I took her to hospital. The police were naturally called. She gave them a cock-and-bull story about being attacked from behind as she walked home from work, insisting when she came to she was bound and blindfolded and never saw her assailant. She added that when he had finished hurting her he had dumped her coincidentally not far from where we lived and had somehow, against all the odds, managed to crawl home. That fact is she had managed to call me from his home, but only just had the strength to ask me to collect her again. Fortunately for Simeon, he had not fucked her as he usually did after a beating. That meant there was nothing really for the forensic guys to go. DNA was barely out of the lab and cold-casing virtually unheard of. Unfortunately for Simeon though, this incident had pushed me past the point of no return. He never saw me coming, but the beating I gave him took him within an inch of his life. One thing's for certain he will never have any more children. I never used a weapon. I didn't even kick him. I used only my fists and I enjoyed it. Naturally, Reena, too, now realised how dangerous Simeon was and finished the affair. But she didn't get to speak to him for weeks. He spent even longer in hospital than her. She later learned what had happened to him, of course. After all, he had to be treated in the same hospital where she worked. She asked me if I was responsible, and I felt I had no choice but to admit it. She was quiet for a while and then, with a slight shrug of her shoulders, said: "Well, he deserved it, I guess." And that was the end of the matter. We later learned Simeon moved out of the area. Where to we never knew, Neither did we care. Don't forget though Reena was still pregnant with his baby and Gemma was eventually born. Although, by this time, we, too, had moved away for various reasons, and she gave birth in another hospital, there were the usual double takes from the delivery room staff as this clearly black baby girl pushed her way into the world. There were even more double takes when I bought our children – one obviously black as well – to visit. I didn't really care and neither did Reena. You may be tempted to ask whether, given the background circumstances, I loved Gemma as much as the other children. The answer is an unqualified yes. She was entirely innocent, after all. Not only that my twisted desires had been partly responsible for her birth. So I felt I had a duty to be a father to her. Today I am equally proud of all our children, indeed we both are. They are showered with love and never go wanting. Gary's daughter Sara is at university and our son will be joining her soon. Gemma, is in high school and is at the top of her class. In fact she is almost frighteningly intelligent. Am I a reformed cuckold. No, but we are both much careful. The fact is at my urging (surprise, surprise) Reena has two regular boyfriends, both black, both well-endowed and both definitely without sadistic desires. Sometime, I wish that wasn't the case...okay, okay I'm joking! Anyway, they keep her very satisfied and me just as excited. They also fuck her bare. One of them managed to make her pregnant last year, but she had a miscarriage at three months. She is now 43 and the biological clock is beginning to tick. You know what I want to happen because the thought still excites the hell out of me. Would I change anyothing about the last 20 years or so? Yes, undoubtedly. Gary's death for one thing, and, perhaps, Simeon as well. Well let me qualify that last bit. I would certainly change Simeon's sadism and undoubted penchant for violence, but the fact is if he hadn't made my wife pregnant we would be without Gemma, and she truly is a treasure. So for those tempted to travel the road to cuckoldom, be under no illusion. It is a route, a lifestyle fraught with its' own very peculiar challenges, and as you have seen, even dangers. For you cuckold-wannabes there is a real chance you could lose your partner to another man, despite your whispered promises to each other now. But whatever happens, it will be the most exciting and emotionally demanding time of your lives. I wish all of you all the very best. Just be careful, extremely careful... PS. I have written this waiting for Reena to come home from a night with one of her lover's. It's nearly 1230am and even now, despite all the times this has happened, there are the familiar butterflies playing havoc with my stomach. And maybe, just maybe...