0 comments/ 44773 views/ 9 favorites One Love, Many Lovers By: SirenSeeker2 My torrid affair with Derrick continued for over a year. So far as I knew, he was exclusive with me as I was with him. He was both my stud and my tender, sensitive, and affectionate lover – and these qualities satisfied me in the main. I qualify that because during that time it became increasingly clear that my dear husband James had discovered that he did in fact have a sexuality. While not fully understanding his enjoyment of the photos of me, I saw to it that his 'album' was regularly updated with erotic photos. And if I missed more than a week or two, the album would appear on my nightstand – a clear indication that he wanted me to provide more visuals to stir his newfound desires. I was always glad to accommodate him and saw to it that Andrew would photograph me alone or with Derrick. Andrew actually had quite well developed visual sensibilities and an erotic appreciation for my body. He photographed me often, in many venues, with Derrick and alone. I of course knew that he wanted me but I was for the time unwilling to revisit our sexual connection. I was trying hard to be monogamous. But I thought about him – often. Andrew was so imaginative in suggesting different venues and poses when he photographed me alone. Though I loved Derrick, it never failed to excite me to make love to Andrew's camera. Yes, I still had an itch for him. Can you blame me? Derrick was a beautiful, black man and I was the envy of every woman at the gym who knew that he was my lover. And he was absolutely gorgeous and satisfied me sexually and emotionally. But I grew restless...and Andrew was increasingly on my mind. I knew that as Don had guided me years before in discovering my sexuality, Andrew could take me to new and exciting places. I simply had to allow him, but I was not quite ready. And James grew bolder in time. He finally worked up the nerve one evening to discuss the 'album' with me and to share his deeper desires. Our children were with my parents one Friday evening and we were relaxing on the patio with drinks after work. James and I always enjoyed such quiet times together. But I could tell something was on his mind, so I reached over and touched his hand, to let him know that I loved him and knew he wanted to talk. He always appreciated my show of caring. "What's on your mind, sweetie?" I asked as I lightly held his hand in mine. James struggled as he always did to find words to express his deeper feelings but finally looked at me, took a deep breath, and just shared his thoughts. "I've enjoyed looking at the photos of you with Derrick." He seemed embarrassed but my touch told him that it was all fine. "I guess you know that." "Yes, I do. I hope that what I've shared with you hasn't been too much." "No, it's been wonderful. It excites me to see you – well, you know, that way. Thank you for all of the photos. They're...well, I don't know how to put it, but it makes me glad to be your husband." I melted with love for James. "I wouldn't want any other man as my husband. You're the love of my life." He seemed very pleased, as he knew that I meant it. "May I ask you a question?" "Of course you may!" "Who took all those photos of you with Derrick?" James had obviously been thinking about that pointed question for a long time. And I had never been anything other than honest with him, so I answered him honestly. "He's another trainer at the gym. His name is Andrew." "Have you been with him?" His eyes could not meet mine. And I wanted him to do just that. I hesitated for just a moment. "Yes, I have." And then I told him more. "He's the one who has taken the pictures of me by myself." "Are you still sleeping with him?" "No. I'm only sleeping with Derrick now." "Well, I don't understand then. Does Derrick know that Andrew is seeing you naked like that? Doesn't it bother him?" James looked thoughtful and then continued, "Do you still want Andrew?" And to that I had no answer. I really didn't, for Derrick didn't know. I was trapped. But I had never lied to James before and I wasn't going to start now. "Yes, I still want Andrew." I felt awful and sluttish. James had quickly found my dark secret – which shouldn't have surprised me as he knew and loved me so well. "Then why do you not have sex with him?" I had no answer. I knew in an instant that I did in fact want to have sex with Andrew. I looked at James with such love, wondering how I had ever been so lucky to find a man who knew me so well. He patted my hand and continued. "I can tell from his photographs that he is totally taken with you and 'gets' you. I knew someone was. And I knew that it wasn't Derrick." "How did you know?" I asked wonderingly. James chuckled. "Intuition, I guess. You think that I am so naïve, Claire. But I'm really not. I knew before you did that you possessed an intense sexuality and that men would fall all over themselves for you. I couldn't..." and he looked away from me and dropped my hand, "give you what a man should give to the woman he loves." He took a moment to compose himself. "So, I just decided that I would learn to be okay with that. And I have, you know! I mean, you spent all of those years with Don and all and now Derrick and I don't know who else..." He started to sob. I moved to him and just held him. "Yes, you really have," I said, "and you've been the most amazing husband and best friend to me. I love you so much!" I let him cry and just held him. Then, he wiped his eyes and showed me how truly well he knew and loved me. "You should do what you want and be with whom you want. Forget the rules." His voice was firm and he looked me straight in the eye. "Go and live life on your own terms. Get what you want." I was stunned – and then delighted. James knew even before I did what I wanted. And I wanted more than Derrick. I kissed him flush on the lips and didn't allow him to pull back. And then I asked him what I had wanted to know from the first day he seen the 'album'. "What do you want, James?" His answer was immediate. "I want to see you with another man. I want to see you naked. I want to see you with Andrew – a man who desires you and is compelled by you. I want to see you with a man who is worthy of you." His eyes pleaded with me. "Is he....worthy...you know....oh god, I don't know how to say it." "Yes," I answered," understanding. "Andrew is very 'worthy'. He's very, very well endowed, if that's what you're asking – much larger than Derrick. Is that what you mean?" "Yes," he was relieved that I understood him. "Does he perform better than Derrick?" I answered truthfully. "Yes, but I don't love him like I love Derrick." "I want to see you with Andrew. I want to give you to a man who is as captivated by you as I am. Please, Claire, do this for me." I couldn't say no. I didn't want to say no. I realized that although I loved Derrick, my love for James and my wish to please him was on a totally higher level. And I realized fundamentally that the only man whose love I required was his. It felt instantly liberating to know that my craving for Andrew was far more satisfying than the connection I had with Derrick, who, while a better boyfriend, could not truly supply me with the deeper devotion I felt for James. If I had James in my soul and Andrew between my legs, my life would be perfect. "Yes, sweetie, very, very soon. I will make that happen." And then for the first time in his life he kissed me with abandon. And I kissed him back. When I sought to touch him between his legs, he recoiled. "Please, don't. I'm...I'm...embarrassed by that. Please understand." I didn't understand, not really. I would have gladly given my body to him. But he didn't want that, at least not in the way I was willing to offer him. But he did want me. He wanted me to be with Andrew. "I do understand. And I will rock your world." And he sighed deeply as I kissed him. We spent the night together in the same bed, something we almost never did. I made something of a show of myself, brazenly coming to bed naked and smelling fresh and sweet after showering. James made a show of being asleep but I knew that he had stolen glances of my body and I was so very glad that he did. I made no move to hold him as I slipped naked under the clean, fresh sheets. At first he made no movement towards me, but after a few minutes he moved next to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I lay very still, though I touched his hand. Then, I felt his hand touch my breasts; tentatively at first and then more assertively. It felt amazing, to at last feel my husband caressing me. I responded with a deep sigh, as it did feel nice. James was helping himself to my ample chest and as he did, I felt him move his groin next to me. I felt his erection press into my buttocks. I knew as he did so that his sex was very small indeed and that he had removed his underpants. James made no move to enter me, though certainly I would have allowed him that. He hunched me slowly and soon I felt him give a small groan and felt his diminutive cock spasm. For a man so small endowed, I was surprised at the volume of his ejaculate, which coated my ass and seeped onto the sheets. I was incredibly pleased that he had at last been sexual with me. Without a word, he rolled to his side, away from me, and slept. I did as well, seeking a nice dry spot away from the wet spot he had left behind. I made no mention of the surprising events of the night before as we went about a pleasant Saturday with the children. It did please me that he was more physical with me, holding my hand and kissing me during the day. When we had tucked the angels into bed, we withdrew to the familiar comforts of our patio, sharing a drink and small talk. It was James who broke the ice. "I've wanted to touch you like that for a long time, Claire. I'm sorry I got carried away." "Sweetie, I'm your wife. And I loved you touching me. And I loved that you came. Don't you know that you can do that whenever you want?" "No, I really didn't." He struggled for the words. "I just want to experience your body sometimes. And I do want to see you naked more. You are so beautiful." "My body is yours whenever you want it," I said turning to him as I reached to touch his hand. "You can have all of me, you know. Is that what you want?" James blushed and stammered a bit before telling me what it was that he truly wanted. "I want to be more physical with you...but..." "But what, sweetie?" "I feel ashamed about how small I am." I started to speak, but he stopped me. "No, its okay. Really. I don't need to be inside of you, like Derrick or Andrew or Don. But I want to hold you and touch you." Then he paused. "And I really want to watch you." "You mean, watch me with another man?" "Yes." His answer was quick and definitive. So was mine. "I promise to make that happen, and soon." As I leaned over to kiss him, his hand sought my breast. I knew what he wanted, so I stood up and made something of a show of removing my clothes. James was transfixed, his eyes scanning my body as I brazenly bared my body to him. I stood next to him in his chair but he made no move to touch me, and I wanted him to touch me, so I gently took his hand and placed it on my thigh. He began to caress me as he sat up, his hands now stroking my legs and caressing my ass. I was alive with desire. And then he sought out my sex, tentatively at first and then more confidently. My pussy was soaked with my feminine juices. "You're so beautiful, Claire, and so wet. Your body is ready and receptive for a man to enter you. That's what you want right now, isn't it?" "Yes, I want to be fucked. I'm ready to be fucked." "You need to be fucked, Claire." I was stunned at his skill in working my pleasure spot and I moaned in appreciation as he did so. "Tell me truthfully who do you want right now to be fucking you?" "Oh god, I want Andrew inside of me! I can't help wanting him! No man makes me cum like Andrew!" And I wanted James to continue to pleasure me as he was doing so expertly. I was completely gone in my sluttish need to be pleasured. James was beside himself, whipped into a sexual frenzy as he helped himself to my charms. His breathing was labored and with one hand he was vigorously stroking his cock underneath his shorts while with the other he mauled my exposed pussy. "God, Claire, I have to see Andrew mounting you. Do you know how much I want to see you receive his sex...to see him fill you with his sperm...to watch a superior male make you cum...oh, please, please...do this for me..." And then he groaned and spasmed as he came in his shorts and I came as well, the two of us sharing an incredible moment of release together. My legs buckled and I fell in a heap beside James, my body heaving with a release such as I had never experienced before. I laid my head against James' chest and saw that his shorts were soaked with cum, and I was thrilled. We had found, after all of our years together, a sexual connection. And I finally understood what James was about sexually. He was a submissive, a cuckold; and required both my strength and sexuality to take satisfy his cravings. This was a strange but exciting new territory for both of us. Over the next few weeks we together discussed, shared, and found common ground as we explored this shift in our relationship. It brought us closer together than ever before. We took joy in our newfound sexual connection. I saw to it that James saw me naked whenever the situation allowed, welcoming his touch and admiration. He confessed to thoughts of wanting to be inside of me and shame in being so inadequately endowed. I knew from my online research into cuckoldry that his deepest desire was to yield and submit to my sexuality. And he needed to hear from me in no uncertain terms that I would never allow him to penetrate me. One evening, as I prepared to join James in bed, I took a deep breath after I had freshened up at my dressing table. I stood up and strode up next to him as he lay there with the covers over him. "I want to see your penis. Now." James was startled. This was the moment of truth. If what I understood about his nature was true, I was about to own him. He needed that and so did I. "Please, no. I...I...can't show you." "Do it now. I mean it!" My voice was both firm and harsh. He complied, slowly pulling down the covers and for the first time in my life, I saw him naked. I was fascinated and appalled. His penis was more akin to the nub of an eraser than a cock. And he was erect. In that moment, I understood why he had never been sexual with me. He was completely inadequate sexually. I wanted to comfort him, to let him know that it didn't matter to me, and truly it didn't. But I knew that he needed something quite different from me in this defining moment of truth. "I would never allow a dicklet like that inside of me. You have to accept that. I need a real man like Andrew. I deserve a real man. Do you understand? I will never allow you to fuck me." And his pathetic excuse for a cock actually swelled slightly, and secretly I was glad. I had found his button. "Yes, truly I do." "Good," I replied, "now you may touch me if you wish. And you may get yourself off, only keep your worthless cum away from my treasure." With that, James began stroking himself furiously as he fondled me. Within seconds his penis spurt jets of cum. I swear I don't know how James could generate such an abundant volume of ejaculate from his diminutive sex organs. But his orgasm sent veritable geysers of cum into the air. And I truthfully never wanted a drop of it to ever enter my body, though I was so pleased that I had found the key to giving him pleasure. I gave James a towel and told him to clean up his mess, which he did, his eyes never leaving me as I stood before him, allowing him to soak in my beauty and my power. God, I needed to be fucked as all of this had turned me on so much. And I knew for a certainty that it was Andrew I wanted between my legs, not Derrick. I basked in both my power and my desire as I watched James clean himself. I knew my path now. I slipped under the covers, careful to avoid his leavings. James moved next to me and I let him make the next move. "You still love me, after seeing that?" My heart melted but I knew while he needed my tenderness, he needed my firmness even more. "I will always love you. And I will never leave you. I will always be your wife. And there are no longer any secrets between us." And, really, there weren't. "I need a real man inside of me and you will give me to him. You will give me to Andrew. And you will have to watch him give me what you cannot." "And Derrick?" "I am done with Derrick, James. I don't need his love any longer. I have yours. I have your devotion, which is all I require from you – that, and your submission. Do you understand?" "I do. God, Claire, you do understand me, don't you?" "I do, sweetie. I really do. And I will see that you get what you and I both want. You will watch Andrew with me. You will watch him fuck and inseminate me with his superior maleness. You will give my body to him." James began to cry. At first I thought he was upset, but his were tears of joy. "Please make that happen, Claire. I love you so much." I kissed him as his hands sought my body. I had thought that my parting from Derrick would be difficult, but really it was quite easy. He was obviously distraught that I was leaving him, but in a sense, he was as bound to me as James was. He would do anything that I wanted. I was so empowered to know that I had such control. Derrick begged me not to abandon him completely and I told him that perhaps he could be with me on occasion. He readily agreed. The next day, I sidled up to Andrew at the gym and asked him to meet me for coffee. He too readily agreed. He was almost pathetically anxious to reconnect with me. I laid it all out for him, the terms for him being with me. I told him that I had found a new connection with James who had allowed me to get in touch with my deeper sexual desires. Andrew was at first almost incredulous, asking me about Derrick. I told him that Derrick was no longer an issue. I told him that I wanted him and that he could do with me as he wanted, but I also let him know that about James' needs as well. Andrew was delighted and accepted my terms easily and without a moment's hesitation. We made a 'date' for Saturday, just two days away. James was thrilled when I told him about the arrangements. He insisted that I buy a new dress for the occasion, so we went out shopping Friday afternoon and found a lovely, provocative little black dress. It felt wonderful to share all of this with James. He told me how lovely I looked and he was right – I did look amazing. The dress showcased my body perfectly, my breasts clearly defined and the length perfectly showcasing my legs. I felt so connect to James, sharing completely my sexuality with him. Late Saturday afternoon, James watched as I prepared for my tryst with Andrew. We were totally bonded now and his questions about the momentous evening ahead told me that he was as excited as I was. I told him to just be relaxed and be himself. I enjoyed him watching me as I primped for Andrew, though I drew the line at him touching me. That would never do! And he knew it, but I didn't mind his asking. He peppered me with questions about how this would go down and I told him repeatedly to just relax, as Andrew would be cool with all of it. He was so terribly keyed up! But, then again, so was I! The children were safely with their sitter, whom I'm sure thought nothing of the two of us heading out for a night on the town. She knew that we might not be back until morning, so the night was truly ours. James followed my directions to Andrew's place and we were both terribly keyed up. We both anticipated getting our needs met. One Love, Many Lovers I let James ring the doorbell when we arrived at Andrew's apartment. Andrew was gracious when he answered, instantly putting James at ease as he shook his hand and lightly kissed me. He led us in to his place, which thankfully was spotless and inviting. He made us both drinks and the three of us engaged in light conversation. The sexual tension was palpable though. There was no mistaking where all of this would lead. Andrew's eyes never moved from me as he sat beside me on the sofa. "Your wife is incredibly beautiful, James. You are such a lucky man." Andrew was now caressing me in full view of my husband. His very touch thrilled me and I couldn't help but respond. We kissed as he sought my charms. It was finally James who broke the ice. He spoke to Andrew. "You know, this is all very nice, but I think I am just going to pull back and let you and Claire do your thing. Is that okay?" Andrew smiled. "You bet," he said. Then he kissed me and the connection was immediate and electric. Our mouths sought each other with a fervid passion. I forgot all about James and yielded to my intense need for Andrew. Andrew kissed me with incredible passion and within moments, he sought to remove my dress. Then I remembered my promise to James. I looked at him and asked wordlessly for his permission to give myself to Andrew. "Please, take my wife." he said directly to Andrew. "Please fuck her." Andrew broke his lock on my lips and answered. "With pleasure. Just watch me." I looked at James, who was mesmerized as he stroked his diminutive erection. "Are you okay with this?" "Do you want him?" Andrew was helping himself to my body as I answered. "Yes, god, yes!" What else could I say? The moment was perfect – my husband, my cuckold offering me his devotion as my lover made demands on my body. I was learning. And then I just yielded to Andrew. James had moved beside me and removed my dress and my under garments. I was now naked before both of them. My pussy was soaked with desire. Andrew had also shed his clothes, his magnificent body visible to both of us. I touched his throbbing erection, knowing that James had now seen Andrew's incredible manhood. "Fuck my beautiful wife, Andrew. Please." He had moved beside us and his hand touched Andrew's distended penis and then my swollen, wet pussy as he said this. The moment was perfect. And without a word, Andrew took me to his bed. James took a seat in the corner as he watched us connect. Andrew helped himself to my breasts as his engorged cock pressed into my body. There was no doubt that James now bore witness to Andrew's superior endowment and sexual skills. But I was now well beyond caring about James' needs. I just wanted Andrew inside of me. Andrew lost little time in providing me just that. He led me to his bed and I followed. His penis was fully engorged, distended and menacing. I lay down and with his usual consummate skill, Andrew mounted me. And James witnessed for the first time my wanton sexuality. I was only dimly aware of him watching our coupling as Andrew moved on top of me. He whispered his need for me as I felt him penetrate me with his incredible cock for the first time in over a year. And it felt so amazing. I had forgotten how good it felt to have him inside of my body; to experience the sensation of being so completely filled. I was giving myself to Andrew; yielding to his desire for me and to James' desire as well. Then, he began to fuck me with his incredible cock and the want I had felt for so long was at last fulfilled. I caught a glimpse of James as he took in the visual of another man and a true stud fucking me. He must have been completely captivated as he watched Andrew claim my body. I wondered what he must have been thinking as Andrew sheathed and unsheathed his penis inside of me with his lustful need for my pussy. I came within minutes as his demands on me intensified. Andrew fucked me with a passion as James watched. His loving wife was cumming on another man's cock but I had no time to care what he was watching or thinking as I received his complete sexing of me. Andrew didn't last long and soon he gave it up completely, emptying the contents of his balls inside my vagina, splashing and coating the soft folds of my treasure with his potency. What could my husband have been thinking as this stud inseminated me? Andrew sent multiple volleys of his virile seed into my sex as James watched, helpless to interfere as Andrew had his way with me. I lay there for the longest while, totally satisfied when Andrew released from me. My pussy was brimming with his sperm. I relaxed completely as he moved off of me, conscious that James could see me as he had always wanted to see me – freshly fucked, my pussy full of another man's leavings. Then I felt him next to me. He sought out my body with his hands and his mouth moved to my used pussy. He was wild for me and I allowed him complete and unfettered access to my sex. James drank deeply of my pussy, crazed with lust after watching my mating with Andrew. I knew instantly that my sluttish ways turned him on, as he tasted the product of Andrew's lust, his tongue seeking out his virile ejaculate. I could not but submit to his needs and I yielded completely to his needs. I had given him what we both wanted. Andrew simply lay next to me as James and I connected, never for a moment interfering as my husband sought my charms. And I was so glad that for that. He had done his job so very well, fucking me as he wanted to and delivering the product of his sac into my body. James knew my pleasure spot so well by this time and I soon came, spasming with uncontrollable delight as his tongue sought out my special spot. It was an incredible experience and one that I will never forget. I had given my loving husband exactly what he wanted and I was so very glad to have done so. But when he sat up, he looked at me with imploring eyes and then at Andrew as he rubbed his crotch. I knew instantly what he wanted. And I knew that if I gave it to him, there would be no turning back in our marriage. I hesitated only a moment and then made my fateful decision. "Tell Andrew how much you enjoyed watching him fuck me, James – and how you encouraged me to be with him again." James hesitated for a moment but my gentle touch on his hand told him to say what I knew he wanted to. "You're an amazing man, Andrew. Thank you for fucking my precious wife. I'm sort of in awe of you." "Thanks, man, and thanks for bringing Claire back to my bed. I love being with your wife. She's incredible." "She is, isn't she? You love fucking her, don't you?" "I do, like no other woman. And I know that she loves what I give her, don't you Claire." "I do. I've missed you, Andrew. You have James to thank for bringing me back to you and to your bed. Both of us want you. Isn't that right, James?" "Yes. I know you love her as much as I do." Andrew started to stroke his cock. "And I do love Claire. I will be fucking her regularly from now on, won't I, Claire?" "Yes, you will, Andrew. I will give you my body whenever you want and my husband will be glad to give his wife to a real man – won't you, James?" James was beside himself, lost to anything but his deepest desires, which I had fulfilled. "Yes," was all that he said. "Show Andrew why you are in awe of him." James hesitated and looked at me with pleading eyes. "It's okay, sweetie. I will still love you." With that James lowered his shorts and showed both of us his diminutive sex, which even erect was pitifully small. Andrew smirked but said nothing. "Now, go and submit to Andrew as I have." James needed no other prompting as he moved to Andrew, stroking his cock and then fellating him. The moment was perfect and I had not been wrong in knowing how to gratify his cuckold desires. James needed to connect with Andrew, to submit to him and I had gotten past my need to protect him. James was wild for Andrew and over and over told him of his awe for his endowment as he entered into a deeply submissive state. Andrew and I shared a knowing glance and I was so appreciative that he was so cool with all of this. And as James continued to minister to his cock, Andrew became fully erect. The moment was ripe to take James to the next level of submission. "You've done well, James. Now I want you to guide Andrew inside of me again." And they both complied with my wishes. Andrew moved on top of me and as I kissed him, James took hold of Andrew's cock and placed it next to my opening and gently fed the engorged tip into my body. Then, with one thrust, Andrew entered me fully. And then it happened, and I was totally taken aback. James simply lost it and ejaculated wildly, covering my breasts with his cum. Andrew too was startled and withdrew from me. James kneeled next to us, panting from his release. Then he came to his senses and with obvious shame, apologized. He quickly went to the bathroom and returned with a towel, which he used to clean the mess he had made. It was very off-putting and I was thankful that Andrew was cool with it. When he had finished cleaning me, he returned to his chair and Andrew reentered me. I whispered my thanks to him as he began to fuck me again. I had pulled it off – I had given James what he wanted and now I was getting what I wanted, a thorough going sexing by Andrew. As he fucked me, I began to appreciate Andrew's rather amazing qualities and realized that he could be the instrument to take my marriage to an entirely new and exciting level. Andrew's love and passion for me would fuel a new chapter in my life. Andrew's sexing of me for the first time was both tender and intimate. He was making love to me and trust me, I know the difference. I had experienced with Don both fucking and lovemaking. While both involved sexual coupling, receiving the passion from a man who truly loves me makes the joining so much more fulfilling. Andrew whispered his overpowering love and desire for me as he enveloped my naked body with his. I spasmed uncontrollably as a result, as orgasm followed orgasm, knowing that the man who was feeding his penis into me loved me. There are no words to describe the emotions surging through me as I was awash with love for these two amazing men, both of whom were sharing in what was really the most special moment of my life. Even as I received Andrew's repeated thrusts, my eyes were locked on James and I drank deeply of his love and devotion. And he saw the love in my eyes as he returned my stare. I mouthed a silent 'Thank You' and he smiled broadly in return. Then, my attention returned to Andrew, as it must as he approached his climax. My body relaxed as I prepared to receive his release. He buried himself balls deep inside of me and I felt the tip of his penis press firmly against my cervix, causing me to grimace with some pain, even though it felt wonderful. His muscled buttocks contracted as he ejaculated once more inside of me. I never tire of receiving the product of a man's passion. As a woman I have always felt complete joy in knowing that my body and my charms could excite a man so. Though the actual sensation of a cock pulsing inside of my vagina were often only vaguely felt, there was no mistaking when a lover gave it up inside of my body and it never failed to thrill me. Andrew kissed me deeply as he filled me with his baby-making essence. I could all but visualize the jets of warm ejaculate emanating from the dilated opening of his blood-swollen penis. It felt incredible to experience again Andrew marking me as his woman, and to know that James shared in this most special of moments as my devoted husband. I was so very glad that he found the pleasure he sought as well, as another man inseminated me. Totally drained, Andrew withdrew his organ from my pussy and rolled to one side. My eyes beckoned James to share in my sexing and he needed no invitation other than this as he joined us in bed. He kissed me lightly as his hand sought my soaked pussy. As he did so, his fingers were coated with Andrew's ejaculate and my own copious fluids. With surprising skill, he massaged my clit and I began to writhe with pleasure. It didn't take long before my wonderful husband brought me to yet another climax with his ministration to my sex. With his other hand he roughly sought out my breasts, squeezing my swollen nipples so hard that I gave a start. His lips never left mine and I know that he felt both my love and appreciation for him. It was time to go, so I dressed and with a kiss for my wonderful Andrew, I walked out of his apartment hand-in-hand with my husband. We didn't speak a word as we drove back to our home. I was exhausted and was very glad to find my own bed and slip under the covers. James was so lovely to me, though I knew that he was a bit shaken from what certainly had been the most electrifying and possibly disturbing experience of his life. He took care of the sitter and allowed me to just take my rest. "We'll talk later, babe. I love you so much. Thank you." I said sleepily as he sat next to me. "I love you so much, Claire. I'm the one who is truly thankful." "Mmmmm, it's all so very good. Let me sleep now." With that, James simply kissed me lightly as I drifted off. When I awoke, it was to breakfast in bed. I was delighted! I asked about the children and James told me that they were still asleep as it was very early. He sat beside me as I sipped my coffee and juice and nibbled on a bagel. It was so lovely. I knew that he had a lot on his mind and was perhaps somewhat troubled, so I took the lead. "You are the most amazing husband, James. You made yesterday perfect. I hope it was perfect for you too." He smiled and then blushed. "It was, in a way...but I may have gotten carried away a bit." I touched his arm, seeking to reassure him. "You did what you wanted to do; what you needed to do. Both of us need to get what we want from Andrew, otherwise, why do it? Nothing is as important as our marriage." "You don't think that he minded...you know, my being so physical with him?" "He didn't mind at all. I know Andrew. He took it as a compliment in a way. Andrew is a very, very sexual man. You saw how he was with me. I didn't know how he would react to you being involved, but I think it got to him in a good way that you openly showed him your desires and feelings." "I'm not gay, you know." "Sweetie, I know that. He does too. You have finally found a way to express your deepest desires." I thought for a second about sharing my next thought. "Did you ever have thoughts about doing that with Don?" "Yes, I did." He looked up at me with relief. "I wish I had seen him with you, Claire. I used to fantasize about him fucking you. It tore me up when you were with him alone." Tears began to stream down his face. "I really, really wanted to watch him with you, so I would know." I set the tray aside, rose from the bed and kissed him. "Oh, baby, I would have done that for you. I will do that for you with Andrew whenever you want." He looked at me with such love. "And Don will be in my bed again. And when he does, I will see to it that you are there. I want you to see the man who gave me our children, with me sexually. I will make that happen. I promise!" "Really?" he said with a smile. "Yes, really. Don is coming back to the States in a few months. I'm sure he will want to be with me. I'll talk to him and I will see to it that you are there. I promise!" I really was thrilled to give my amazing husband what he so obviously needed – and he needed to connect with my lovers and me. "I don't think he would be cool with you doing to him what you did with Andrew, though. Would it be okay if you just watched?" James chuckled. "Yeah, that would be fine." He visibly relaxed. "I am so glad that I can be sexual with you at last, Claire. I've wanted to all of these years." "Don't ever be ashamed or reluctant to tell me what you want, James. I love you totally. I will give you everything that you want." "Everything?" I wondered what he meant, but my reply was immediate. "Yes, everything." Together, we strove to make our rather unique marital arrangement work for both of us. And it did. We had our three children to care for, and they were our first priority. We did a rather amazing job with them. James was the perfect, doting father, even though they were from another man. Andrew was the perfect lover, accommodating our schedules and the desires that we both had for him. There were times when I saw him alone, usually on weekdays, but I saw to it that James was involved on weekends. Poor Derrick had quit his job at the gym and I rarely heard from him, which actually suited me fine. James asked me on several occasions whether I wanted to be with him and I truthfully told him no. I was entirely content to be his wife and Andrew's lover. Andrew proved to be more than I could ever have hoped for in a lover. He was both sexual and lovingly attentive, understanding and providing for my needs and for James'. Over the next few months, we would have our trysts, alone, during the week, but come the weekend, James was usually there. Andrew was wonderfully cool and accepting of James and his needs. He knew that it pleased me and I grew to understand that in a strange way, he enjoyed my husband's overt acts of submission. I think that it appealed to his alpha male nature, to lord it over another man who so willingly offered his wife's body to him. We just found our rhythm. James became more verbal in his desires, expressing them to both Andrew and me more openly. At first I didn't think much of his spoken wish for Andrew to give me a child, but as he verbalized this time and again, I knew that we had to talk. I chose my moment carefully. It was in the evening during the week after I had spent a wonderful few hours with Andrew that day and was full of his virility. James and I were cuddling in bed as we always did after the children were safely tucked in bed. I told him in graphic detail what Andrew had done to me that afternoon as he massaged my kitty. "You're full of his sperm, aren't you, Claire?" "Yes, I am. And you know how virile Andrew is, don't you? Does it excite you?" I knew the answer, but I also knew how much Andrew enjoyed my sluttish talk. "Oh, god, yes!" And then he paused. "Do you want to have his child? I mean, I'd be okay with that." That really hit me. I was still wearing an IUD as I had during my time with Derrick. And there was no doubt that Andrew had fertilized me at least once during the past few months. But to carry another child to term? Was that really in the cards? "I don't know, babe. I mean, I'm not sure that I want another child...or to have one by any man other than by Don. Do you want me to?" His answer was immediate. "Yes, I do. I love being a father, Claire. And I'd be...okay with you having a child with Andrew, if that's what you want." I knew immediately what to say. "I would only have another child by Don. I owe that to him. You know how much I love Andrew, but having a child by him is not in the cards." James was pensive but he had learned to speak openly to me of his desires. "Don will be back in a few weeks. Would you be willing to be with him? Would you be wiling for him to give you another child – our child? Could I watch?" With that understood, I knew my answer. "Yes and yes!" I was thrilled! I knew that I would gladly have another child with the man who had given me so much. Don had been both my lover and my second truest love. I had thought that my baby-making factory was shut down but there was still time. And if I was to conceive again, it had to be by the product of his body. "I'll call him and we'll talk. Okay?" "Do you really want this, Claire?" I knew that I did. And I love James for knowing my desires. One Love, Many Lovers "Yes, I do. And I love you for allowing me one more experience to carry a child. I'll call Don tomorrow." With that, James went absolutely wild. He went down on me and given the surge of hormones that his suggestion had provided me, I came with such intensity! It was an amazing night. The next day, I made an appointment with my OB/GYN and the next week, I had my IUD removed. It was so wonderful to talk with Don the next day. He asked about our children and me and I told him we were all doing well. He seemed especially desirous of seeing me again and of course I told him how much I wanted to see him. And I did. How could I not want to reconnect with the man who had fathered my three angels and who had provided me with such security? I owed so much to him. Yet I told him nothing of my wish to conceive once more by him. We met for dinner the following week. James knew that I was going to see him and gave me a curious look when I left, not understanding really what I was about. Don looked great, tanned and trim. Obviously his retirement suited him and had given him a new lease on life. I saw to my appearance with great care, making sure that my dress was low-cut, short and openly suggestive. We shared so much over dinner and I was so pleased that he was openly flirting with me. Clearly, he wanted me and I was delighted. A woman never knows when a man might lose his desire but it was apparent that I was on the menu. And I wanted to be the last morsel he enjoyed. Don asked as to the children, but he knew that James and I would always take care of them and that he needn't worry about the children he had fathered with me. I thanked him as I always did for seeing to my security. And then he asked about whether or not I had a lover. I told him that I did. He was more-or-less nonplussed when I told him about Andrew, though I did see a fleeting moment of pain when I told him the truth. And then I reached out and touched him. I forgot all about my promise to James. "Be with me, tonight, Don. Please." He looked at me with such wanting and love. "Yes, I need you, Claire." Don paid the check and we walked out together to his car. We said little on the way to his hotel. I knew vaguely that I was likely mid-cycle and if so, then I was likely to be fertile. And while I hoped that I was receptive, I really just wanted to be with Don once more, regardless of my fertility. Don seemed a bit unsure of himself when we walked into his room. I took the initiative, kissing him with an open invitation for more. He took his time with me, finding my body open and receptive. Yet he made no real move to sex me. I touched him and found no evidence that he was erect. I was a bit disappointed but knew that with age, he had lost a good measure of his sexual desire. But I was not to be denied. I stripped for him and showed him my mature, womanly body and hoped that nature would take its course. And in time, it did. Don took his time with me and gradually I found that he had become reasonably erect. I knew that he desired me most when I was submissive, and so I was. He found pleasure as he always did in my naked, bared breasts, which had suckled his children but were still firm and pleasurable. Finally, he too shed his clothes as we lay together in bed. His body was softer than I had remembered but his cock still was large and wonderful as it stiffened at last. With easy familiarity, he sought my wet and inviting pussy and entered me. It felt wonderful to have Don inside of me again. He was almost seventy now but I was still able to coax an erection from him. He was overjoyed to be inside of me and I felt his passion once more. It felt wonderful as he mounted me with true desire. But it was all over rather quickly as I felt him release inside of my body. And I was truly receptive, wanting not so much as pleasure from him as I did from wanting his healthy sperm. And that, I got. Don orgasmed inside of me within a minute of entering me. I found that to be incredibly erotic, though the physical experience was not at all satisfying. He had done his best and I had gotten what I had wanted – his hopefully still virile ejaculate inside of my unprotected womb. Don rolled off of me quickly, muttering apologies for his performance. But I didn't care, really. Andrew was more than able to meet my sexual needs but I had gotten what I wanted from Don and that was his seed. I relaxed completely as he fell asleep next to me, completely spent. The poor baby likely had not had gone through what I just put him through for quite some time and he was exhausted. I let him sleep, as I lay there satisfied that I once more carried his hopefully still fertile cum inside of me. I had hoped for a repeat but he slept blissfully until morning when I had to leave. With a kiss, I left him and returned home to my family. Andrew was a bit perplexed by my absence from his bed for a while and James was as well. He figured it out quickly enough though as he knew I had spent the night with Don and had returned early Sunday morning. "Were you with Don, all last night?" he asked when I awoke. His hands were lightly caressing me. "Yes." "Did you have sex with him?" "Yes." "How was it?" His hands sought my sex as he talked with me. "it was...okay, nothing more. Don isn't really up to it like he used to be. I was sort of disappointed, really." "Then why were you with him?" "To have another child with him." James was thoughtful about my revelation. "You don't want a child with Andrew? You know I'd be okay with that." "I only want Don to give me children, James. That's why I was with him last night. I want another child." Then I felt James notch it up as he pressed against my leg, his tiny erection seeking some comfort from my body. "Did he impregnate you?" "I don't know, James. Maybe. Let me sleep a bit." James allowed me that, though I felt his hands all over me as his penis pressed into my buttocks. It felt so good to sleep with my husband next to me, even as I carried Don's fresh seed inside of me. James needed his release however and he achieved that quickly, painting my buttocks with his usual copious emission. I thought that perhaps he would want to enter me and have his seed join Don's, and that would have been wonderful, but it was not to be. And my desired pregnancy was also not to be as I tested negative several times over the next few days but I had the deepest sense of readiness, my body sending clear signals that I was ovulating. And then I made a fateful decision. It was early afternoon and James was home early from work. I asked him if he would mind if my parents took the children for the night as I had something in mind. James was instantly alert. He knew I was in heat. "Are you going to be with Don again?" he asked with a trembling voice. "No, you and I are going to be with Andrew tonight. Andrew is going to breed me and I want you with me when he does." James was all smiles. Don was never fully a part of James' life, but Andrew was. And if I were to have another child, I knew that he wanted me to be impregnated by Andrew. He was about to get his wish and I was going to get mine. It no longer mattered to me who bred me. While I phoned my parents, I instructed James to call Andrew and to lay it all out for him. It was all quickly arranged. I was a bit nervous about how Andrew might react but James assured me that he was both surprised and thrilled. James gathered up the children who were excited as always to go to their grandparents. While he drove them over, I took my time in preparing for Andrew, taking special care with my hair and my choice of dress. As I did, I felt the magic warmth in my loins, certain that I carried an egg ripe to be fertilized. I was in a daze, lost in my desires and didn't hear when James returned and called my name several times. "Claire, are you all right?" "Yes," I finally said, "please take me to Andrew." With that he leaned over and kissed my shoulders and I stood up. He helped me to the car and together we drove off. James softly caressed my thighs as we drove and I opened them for him. I thought we would have an accident as he moved his hand to my bare pussy and vigorously began to stimulate me. It felt wonderful. "God, Claire, you are so wet and ready for Andrew. He will have no trouble entering you, will he?" "No, none at all. Are you ready for your slut wife to be bred by her lover? Do you know that before the night is out I will be carrying Andrew's child?" James was perspiring heavily but told me that he was ready for the ultimate sacrifice of his masculinity – allowing and encouraging me to be impregnated by another man. And Andrew was truly a superior specimen of a man. And James was preparing my pussy to receive him. When we arrived at Andrew's door, he opened it even before we knocked. He mumbled something about how great I looked but all I wanted was for him to fuck me. I was in his arms without a word as our lips sought out one another. James had already found his seat in the bedroom and we were not far behind. With practiced skill, Andrew tugged off my short dress, leaving me naked and panting with lust. I went to my knees and quickly removed his shorts, which were tented from his already erect cock. God, I wanted him inside of me. I rose to my feet and with a kiss told Andrew that I needed, required his sperm. "You want me to breed you, don't you Claire?" "God, yes!" "Don can't perform like he used to, isn't that right." I dully realized that James had told Andrew that I had been with Don and that he had been unsuccessful in impregnating me. "No, he can't." I started to tear up. "Please don't be angry with me. I...I...just wanted another child, and Don..." Andrew had had his moment and then thankfully he was tender once more. "It's okay, Claire. I understand. But now I'm going to give you what Don couldn't." He kissed me and said aloud, "And James is going to watch us mate, aren't you James?" James just nodded. I was beside myself with wanting Andrew, feeling his incredible cock press into my belly. We fell into bed together, the need for foreplay no longer necessary. James had moved beside us and I took his hand as he gently spread my legs apart. I was beyond receptive. I literally was gushing with the heat of my fertile desire. Andrew hesitated for a moment before entering me, allowing James to guide his demanding erection into me. That small act was so lovely and thoughtful of him. Then, he began to gently make love to me and I was in heaven. As full of lust as we both were, Andrew knew that this moment required something more than just fucking. I came within thirty seconds as I received him fully into my sex. I whispered over and over my desire for him and he responded, quickening his tempo while his lips continued to passionately kiss mine. Then, I felt my flower open and sensing my receptiveness, Andrew gave it up completely, his cock finding my bottom as it pulsed again and again, sending fertile ribbons of his virile seed into my sex. My hands grasped his ass and I felt each contraction as he released his baby-making sperm deep inside of me. Never before had I experienced Andrew so lost in his orgasm as he was now. He was breeding me and as the tip of his amazing cock spewed forth its life giving fluid, I too orgasmed, my cervix convulsing and dilating as my body drew his male essence deep into my womb. I thought I would pass out from the pleasure and sensation of mating with my magnificent lover. Andrew's full weight came upon me once he had emptied the contents of his sac and I gasped for air. Thankfully, he pushed up after a few seconds and with a kiss, his penis withdrew from my vagina, its mission fulfilled. I finally caught sight of James who had moved next to me. His eyes were glazed and he was stroking his cock as we made eye contact. Then he moved on top of me and I thought for a moment that he would actually enter me. Instead he spurted his impotent cum on and around my swollen pussy, heaving with his own pleasure as he did. I was glad that he had found his own release, on terms that suited us both. Truly, I did not want his seed to mix with Andrew's and certainly not now, of all times. Within minutes, I felt the familiar warm tingle of a new pregnancy. Andrew had done his job well and I now carried his child. And I was glad that it was his and not Don's, not because he was a better man or a better DNA donor, but because my precious James had been involved this time. I whispered to Andrew that I needed to be with my husband. He told me that he understood but asked me to call him soon. He needed to know if he had in fact impregnated me. I whispered in his ear. "You have, baby. I know it. You're amazing." With a kiss, I left him there and James and I departed together. I rested my head on his shoulder as we walked to the car. We were silent on the ride home but when we pulled into the drive, I turned to him and said, "I'm carrying Andrew's child. But this child will truly be yours, you know." James smiled and looked at me with such love. He put the car into park and leaned over and kissed me. That night, as we spooned, I felt him press against me. Then, he shifted a bit and for the first time entered me. Truthfully I could barely feel him but there was no mistaking that his penis was at last inside of me. With a few quick thrusts he groaned and I knew that he was at last cumming inside of me. It had taken him years to finally have me as a husband should have his wife, and he did so even as I carried an egg already fertilized by another man. But at last it had finally happened. And it wasn't the last time James had me. With my consent he frequently made love to me over the next few months until my belly had a pronounced bump from the child I had conceived with Andrew, at which point I cut him off. I had cut off Andrew as well, letting him know that James now required me. I was delighted when I gave birth to Edward, who was a perfect child, beloved by his older siblings and the apple of his father's eye. Don of course was delighted and I never let him know Edward's true parentage and fortunately he favored me in every way, so there was no need for any explanation. Edward became James' favorite. Andrew and I resumed our sexual connection about six months after Edward's birth and we continue to be impassioned lovers. I did have my tubes tied, so truly the baby-making factory is closed for good. Andrew knew not to try to enter our son's life and for that I was grateful, though now as manager of the gym, he is overjoyed whenever I bring Edward to the nursery. He dotes on him so and well he should! I said that Andrew and I resumed our sexuality, but James and I have a sex life now as well. That is a welcome change for both of us. We still have our 'date' nights with Andrew, such as we are able to find with our busy family life. At least once a week James fucks me, though I allow that for his benefit, not for mine. I mean, he is so tiny and has no real skills in bed. How different my life would have been had he chosen to be with me those many years ago. I never would have experienced the pleasure that my other lovers had given me and would have had to settle for James' substandard lovemaking. Still, it keeps him happy and I always know that Andrew's sexing of me is only a phone call away. It always takes poor James weeks to approach me again after watching Andrew with me. Who could blame him for that? Any husband would be deflated watching his wife take on a man like Andrew! It wouldn't do for James to think that he owns me after all! Besides, I always get what I want.