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Story Content:(M+/F, M/F, M/M, InterR, Impreg, FemDom, 
Mdom)

WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, 
AND/OR DO NOT LIKE READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE 
DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE 
TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED, 
OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR 
BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE 
LOVERS.

TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

NOTE OF THANKS: To the reader, who wishes to remain 
anonymous, who provided input, as well reviewed and did an 
editorial proofing of this story. 

STORY: Test Of Love 
AUTHOR: C.D.E.

CAST:
Gary-Husband
Carol-Wife


	"Gary, my daughter must really love you, for you're 
the only steady boyfriend I ever remember her having."  I 
squeezed my beautiful new wife's soft hands at her mother's 
comment, as we sat enjoying after dinner coffee.
	"He knows I do very much." Replied Carol, my 24 year 
old wife of two months, as she kissed me lightly on the 
lips.
	"You're new in town Gary, but even though Carol was 
very popular and always had dates in high school, she still 
didn't have a steady.  Did you dear?  I don't remember 
one."  Her mom asked.
	"Now that you mentioned it, I can't recall going out 
with the same fellow on a steady basis, even though I did 
date several of the guys more than once." She replied.
	"Come to think of it dear, since high school, you 
still haven't had a steady boyfriend either, have you, that 
is until Gary came along?"
	"No I didn't.  I just sort played the field, dated 
occasionally, you know, a lot of one night stands until the 
right man came along.  And that was you darling."
	My new bride looked at me dreamily and again kissed me 
on the lips, however this time it was a juicier kiss.  I 
enjoyed the smooch but I was more concerned about breaking 
the embrace to let her know she shouldn't confuse the term 
one night stand with occasional dating, as it left the 
wrong connotation and gave the impression of one time sex 
with each occurrence, or with each different man she went 
out with.
	My new bride was about to reply to my comment of 
clarification about `one night stands', but her mom spoke 
first.
	"Gary, what if my daughter had been with many 
different men in the way you mentioned?  Would it make a 
difference now? You say you really love her, or are you 
like a lot of men who think a decent woman shouldn't have 
sexual freedom, or a sexual reputation, so to speak, like a 
man?  Do you see anything wrong with marrying a well 
experienced, or as polite society might say, a promiscuous 
woman, or they might even call her a slut?"
	Realizing a trick question by my mother-in-law, I 
quickly answered.
	"My love is very deep for your daughter Mrs. Young, I 
wouldn't let her past interfere with that."  Again my wife 
and I kissed, even flicking tongues in each other's mouths.  
While enjoying the smooch I applauded my answer and had 
assumed their was little to be concerned about her having a 
promiscuous past.  After all, for the eight months we dated 
prior to our wedding, Carol didn't give me any pussy, that 
is except to eat, and then afterwards she jerked me off. It 
took us three months to get to that point.  I couldn't even 
get her to give me head until our wedding night.
	"That's easy to say Gary, but do you really mean it?  
Do you think you're really man enough to accept a woman as 
your wife who's been with a lot of previous lovers?  Do you 
think you could pass that test of love?  I know you say you 
do, but faced with the reality, I'm sure you'd do like all 
other men, run away."
	"I assure you, I'm man enough to face the music Mrs. 
Young.  Carol is the best thing to happen to me and I love 
her very much." I said raising my voice slightly.  I 
apologized afterwards for getting loud.
	"I love you too darling, very much, but mom is right, 
I wonder if you really do love me as much as you say you 
do.  In fact I was going to have a similar discussion when 
we got back home, but I guess this is as good a time as 
any.  The first thing I'm going to say is what I'd planned 
to tell you before we got married, but my fear of losing 
you overruled me doing so.  Gary you're so nice, and the 
first man that's treated me like a lady.  You didn't try to 
get in my panties time you met me.  I finally gave into you 
after about five months, but you were nice enough not to 
persist or hound me into giving you some sooner, like on 
our first date, as all my other dates did."
	"D-D-Did?"  I almost spat out the sip of coffee I was 
drinking as I sputtered in response to her statement.	
	"Y-You h-had, uh, d-did it with others..."
	"Yes darling, I did it with several men before." She 
replied holding my hand with a firmer grip and looking 
pensively at me.  I was pale in the face and knew it.
"You see Gary, you're more like other men after all.  
They can't handle being married to a woman who's more 
sexually sophisticated and experienced then them."
	"No-No, t-that's not it Mrs. Young, I-I, uh, it-it's 
just that I-I'm surprise since, er, since we didn't..."
	"No darling, you meant too much to me for me to go all 
the way with you before our wedding night.  I wanted our 
relationship and sexual consummation to be special.  I 
didn't want you to see me just as a sex object."  Carol 
said with a mild, but strange smile on her beautiful face.
	"H-How m-many o-others?"  I blurted out before 
thinking that it might be better to continue this 
conversation in a more private setting, and without my 
mother-in-law present. My attempt to retract my question 
and leave for home was stymied by my lovely new wife.
	"No dear, we might as well continue this, for I have 
something related to what we're talking about, that I have 
to share with mom and you later anyway."  She said in a 
more confident tone.  
	"Now darling, I mean it when I say I love you dearly.  
I do. Remember that.  You're the nicest guy I've ever met 
and been with.  And yes, I've been with a lot of guys 
darling.  Like mother said, you said you can pass the test 
of love, but I'm getting the feeling maybe you can't.  
Maybe our marriage is a mistake."
Not knowing what else to say, I assured her I did love 
her, but wished she'd been more up front about her previous 
boyfriends.
	"You wouldn't have give me the time of day darling 
afterward if I'd told you the truth.  I wanted you from the 
first time we talked.  A woman in love does what she has to 
do to get her man.  She deceives if she has to.  You were 
what I wanted."
	Even though angry at her, her brazen expressions of 
desiring me enhanced my ego and cooled my anger.
	"You asked how many?  Well first of all, let me say, I 
really didn't have boyfriends  per say, you were really my 
first boyfriend and steady fellow.  The rest of the guys 
just wanted to get in my panties.  I let them Gary.  Yes 
darling, I know what one night stands mean.  I can only 
tell you that I must've been doing them about two to three 
times a week or more like, six to nine times a month since 
I graduated from senior high six years ago.  You do the 
arithmetic. That's how many. Not all of those were with 
different guys, but I guess that about 80% of the time it 
was with different men.  Truck drivers, salesmen, married 
men, co-workers, farm workers, Hispanics, black men, 
construction workers... In short, I've been to bed with 
many, many men.  And darling, that doesn't count what I did 
in junior and senior high.  I could go on how I kept the 
high school football, basketball and baseball teams happy. 
Yes darling, you would've thought of me as a slut.  But I 
thought of myself as satisfying my needs and those of the 
guys I was with.  I didn't fall in love with them.  I fell 
in love with you.  The test of love really means can you 
separate our love, from what I did before and currently do 
with other men."
	"C-C-Currently d-do?"  I stammered out after a moment 
still trying to absorb and process the dump which she'd 
laid all over me.  There was so much to take in.  The fact 
that she'd been with anywhere from 340 to over 500 
different men before me, not counting junior and senior 
high. I thought of those men getting free, and the first 
time around, what it took me eight months,  two carats of 
engagement and wedding rings, and marriage to get.  I also 
had this tortuous mental picture of a long line of men, 500 
to be exact, with their pricks out waiting to fuck my wife.  
I was the last in line and when it was my turn, she only 
allowed me to suck her cunt and then jerked me off.
	"I've been struggling with this for a while Gary, 
actually since we were engaged."  Her perky voice brought 
me out of the nightmarish mental stupor I was in.
"You see darling, I do care for you and love you very, 
very much.  You and I can have those long talks that are so 
dear to me.  We like to read some of the same books and 
share the same TV shows.  But honey, I have been dating 
other men, even while we were engaged and even since we've 
been married.  You see darling, even though you suck my 
pussy good, I need more of what other men have and you 
don't."
	"W-What's that?" I was taken aback by her candor, but 
managed to speak out after a moment.
	"Their big dicks." My new bride spouted out her words 
so effortlessly, I could only look at her in an astonished 
manner.
	Besides looking pathetic in the eyes of my wife, I had 
to endure the presence of her mother also.  And as if that 
wasn't enough of an audience, Carol's Aunt was in the 
kitchen, unbeknownst to us all, and had heard just about 
everything.  As she walked in the room, my heart sank even 
more at her words.
	"Betty didn't I tell you he had a little dick and 
probably was a good pussy eater?"  Carol's Aunt Helen 
roared to her sister, Carol's mom, as she walked in with a 
cup of coffee.  "But don't worry little fellow, I know 
you'll make a good husband for Carol and a good daddy when 
the kids come along." Carol's mom agreed by nodding.  At 
least that helped take some of the sting away that lingered 
over me, but I still had more to hear from my wife.  After 
a belated greeting to her Aunt Helen, I got up as to excuse 
me and Carol so we could have a more private discussion, 
but again, the group, almost in unison, directed me to sit.  
It was apparent that the discussion, and my embarrassment, 
was going to be a family affair.
	"Gary darling, I want to do this in front of the 
family because I think it's best for them to know if you 
truly can be the husband I'd dreamed of having."
	"C-Carol, p-please c-can't we discuss t-this in 
private.  Y-You must realize t-that this is a lot for -for 
me to take in, e-especially with all your family here and 
every..."
	"Yes darling, I know it is."  She placed her hand on 
my chin looking me straight in the face.  Her gaze was 
nothing less than intimidating.  I knew this couldn't be 
the same woman I'd married.  She went on.
"I'm sure just learning your new bride is a slut for 
big cocks is a shock to you. I don't mean to hurt you with 
what I'm about to say.  But I want to make sure that you 
understand that if you'd been better equipped, I wouldn't 
have to get what I need elsewhere.  Now would I?"
	I sat stewing in my own juices.  I didn't know how to 
answer.  I was like a computer caught in an endless loop  
that would only cause it to crash if some one didn't cut 
the power. I had three set of probing female eyes staring 
at me.  My face was bright red.  I was perspiring 
profusely. No matter what I could think of, I couldn't 
think of anything to save face. Would I crash like a 
computer?
	"Gary, honey, your silence has answered for you.  You 
don't have anything to be ashamed of.  You can't do 
anything about it, so just let her real men take care of 
the rough stuff... you know, the hard fucking a woman needs 
occasionally, and you do what you're more suited for... you 
know, clit licking and twat tonguing."
	I stared at Carol's Aunt Helen like she was not of 
this earth.
	"Carol, who is the fellow who's been helping out my 
sweet son-in-law."  Carol's mother spoke as she held my 
hand in a consoling manner.  I knew she meant well, but her 
question came out in a condescending manner, whether she 
knew it or not.
"Actually mom, it's Jeff, Kent, Dave, and John.  But
John has been more interested in me since I've been 
married." 
My wife said looking like a kid who'd been caught with 
her hand in the cookie jar.  I'm sure I looked devastated, 
which I was.
	"Oh I see.  I remember him.  He was the handsome 
rugged good looking one. I always thought you and he would 
make pretty babies."
	I looked at my mom-in-law with an open mouth.  She 
still held my hand and smiled.
	"Gary darling, I know you've gone through a lot here 
tonight.  I'm not sure if you're going to divorce me 
tomorrow or not.  If you do I'll understand.  I'll 
understand you not being man enough to pass the test of 
love we talked about earlier.  But I want you to know, 
you've made me the happiest woman for the last two months.  
You've been good to me, and for me.  Maybe because you're 
such a good husband and doing what you can in bed, in spite 
of your shortcomings, is why I get such enjoyment from 
cheating on you.  I know if you leave me, it won't be the 
same.  In fact the fellows probably won't even want to see 
me as much.  They get a thrill from doing me because I'm 
married. Because they get that thrill, they really give me 
a good fucking.  It's a male ego thing if you know what I 
mean."
	"I do!"  Spoke Helen. "Studs like screwing married 
gals.  I've heard many of `em tell me that.  They say it 
ain't the same thing with a single gal."  Her crudeness was 
obvious as I listened, not believing my ears.  "Gary honey, 
you hubbys don't know what a prize you've got until you 
divorce them.  Then they lose their value by not being 
married.  And of course you lose out too, since you won't 
have the prize that all the men wanted in the first place, 
that is, when she had your ring on her finger. If I were 
you Gary, I'd stay and be her muff sucker, do what you can 
with your little tool, and be satisfied being king of the 
hill.  That is, the hubby of the prize pussy that everybody 
wants and a few get.  Just cause Carol is sleeping around 
with four guys ain't no reason to break up a happy 
relationship.  It ain't like she's letting an army do her."
Carol's Aunt Helen was known to be "loose" and crude. 
Now I wondered did it run in the family.
 "If you do divorce me, I guess I'll be doing one 
night stands all over again.  I guess I could blame you if 
that happens.  But I wouldn't, well not totally anyway.  
Actually, you have every reason in the world to divorce me 
darling.  If you knew how much I've deceived you to get you 
to marry me, you'd hate me."
Puzzled, I couldn't help but asked what else she did.  
I couldn't think of anymore degradation she could dump on 
me.
"Well honey, before we married, several times when 
you'd pick me up for a date, I'd just gotten out of bed 
with one of my lovers.  And after our dates I'd return back 
to my place and into bed with them.  I often let you suck 
my pussy after I'd been with them.  Of course I'd clean up 
some, but you did eat traces of their jism. I didn't start 
out to serve you my jism slick cunt.  However, one night 
you were insistent on eating me before I had a chance to 
wash my pussy. So I let you. You told me I tasted extra 
good that time, so I decided to continue serving you used 
pussy from then on."	
Again, I was dumbfounded and my face turned beet red 
one more time.  As if reading my mind, Helen handed me a 
bourbon.  I generally don't drink hard liquor on the rocks, 
but this was welcomed.  It settled my nerves.  At the same 
time, I noticed my prick was stiff.  How could this be?  
What was wrong with me?
"Son, don't feel ashamed in the least, Carol's late 
father sucked his cum out of my pussy several times.  He 
didn't seem to mind.  Of course that was the only way for 
him to get me off.  That is, he'd start off fucking me then 
had to finish me off with his mouth.  I wished I'd been 
adventuresome enough to feed him some other man's cum.  He 
probably would've liked it."  Carol's mom still held my 
hand as I gave her an incredulous look after she spoke.
"Yeah Gary, a lot of bird dick fellows like their 
pussy creamy.  I've Served up a few sloppy hair pie 
platters in my time.  Hey! Maybe you'd like to eat me out 
sometime after I pull a train."  Helen roared out.
I took a bigger swig of the bourbon and felt my prick 
pulse at her crude remark.  Again I asked myself what was 
wrong with me?  I deduced it was the liquor and shock of 
what I was hearing.
"Actually, Aunt Helen, I've dreamed of him eating me 
out after I was freshly fucked and my pussy overflowing 
with my lover's jism."
I looked at my wife like she'd lost her mind.  At the 
same time, my prick pulsed as it was straining against the 
fabric of my pants.
"P-Please Carol, uh, I-I can't believe we-we're 
talking a-about these type of things.  P-please let's go 
home and t-try to sort..."
"Before we go though, I have to tell you about how 
naughty I was at the wedding.  Did you ever wonder what I 
was doing in the bridal chamber or why I was so late coming 
down the aisle?"
"W-Well, I-I, well no.  I-I just assumed you needed 
extra time to get ready."
"Actually, I was cleaning up from getting a quick fuck 
from John.  Actually, it wasn't that quick, since he was in 
me so long that I had time to suck Jeff, Kent and Dave off 
as he fucked me. John is the only one that got my pussy 
while I was in the bridal chamber.  Remember the 
wintergreen breath mint?  You told me you were surprised I 
had it in my mouth when I kissed you at the altar.  You 
knew I don't like the flavor of wintergreen.  But it was 
the only flavor they had.  I didn't want to kiss you with 
the smell of there heavy loads of jism on my breath."
My prick pulsed again at the outrageousness of my 
wife's words.  I looked at her wild eyed as I remembered 
the incident.
 Her mother was holding my right hand and whispering 
words of consolation, as I sat and had past unknown gross 
humiliations dumped on me.  She appeared to be trying to 
sway me not to consider divorce.  The recurring theme was 
that "Carol is basically a good girl and will make you a 
good wife even if she'll be a slut for other men." 
Carol had been the prettiest girl I'd ever been with.  
I too was surprised she took interest in me and that we had 
so much in common. After being married, I discovered my 
small prick didn't please her by itself, since I was a 
short comer and her cunt was not that tight.  I could 
barely stay in her hot juicy cunt for longer than three 
minutes with out coming, and that was wearing a rubber.  I 
knew whenever I'd be able to get in her raw, I probably 
wouldn't last that long. I'd fooled myself into thinking 
that my tongue was going to be enough of a complement to 
please this voluptuous creature with her haunting hazel 
eyes, jet black hair, and alabaster skin.  Now I know I was 
wrong.  On the other hand, could I live with being a 
cuckold?  I was leaning toward divorce, even though I loved 
her a great deal. I assumed that divorce was probably the 
best option.
 "Now Gary darling, there is one more thing.  I want 
you to hear this, because if you have not decided to 
divorce me because of my previous confessions, then what 
I'm about to say may cause you to walk away.  This will be 
the true acid test of whether you truly love me, want me to 
be your wife,  whether you want to remain my husband, and 
whether you truly are the man you say you are."
The seriousness of her tone was such that it almost 
seemed fitting to have a drum role in preparation for what 
she had to say.
"Gary darling, I believe we were meant for each other, 
but what I have to say now will determine that.  Darling, 
you know I told you I was never on the pill, that's why we 
use condoms.  You haven't had your prick in me once without 
latex wrapped around it.  Well you see, I was on the pill 
with all the other men I've been with and they didn't use 
rubbers.  I got off the pill about two months before the 
wedding.  I had every intention of being fertile for you, 
so we could start our family on our wedding night.  I made 
my lovers use condoms when I went off the pill.  But When 
John came to the church to fuck me before the wedding and 
saw me all dressed in white, it did something to him. Like 
Aunt Helen said, he saw me differently now since my name 
was about to be changed. I became a prize to be re-
conquered.  He threaten to tell you about my past, himself 
and the others guys.  He was going to stop the wedding if I 
didn't let him have me unprotected.  I didn't want to do 
anything to stop us from getting married.  I at first told 
him no and that you wouldn't believe him.  That's when he 
told me he'd go home and get a video of me gangbanging him, 
the guys and a few of their friends.  I knew that you'd be 
swayed by that.  I concluded you might get upset at seeing 
me let 25 guys gangbang me. I didn't want to lose you 
darling. I gave in and let him do me unprotected for that 
one time.  That's was all he wanted.  Since then, he's used 
condoms when we got together after the wedding.  That is, 
until last week, when I-I, let him know I was  pregnant 
with his child."
With one hand being held by Carol and the other by her 
mother, I creamed in my shorts.  It was one of the most 
powerful ejaculations I ever remember having. Both women 
felt me shudder as I jerked my hands away and stared at my 
wife with a shell shock look.
"P-P-Preg, er, p-pregnant."  I stammered nervously and 
sat up in the chair.  There was total silence for a moment.  
It seemed like a thundercloud of disgrace fell on me. 
"What!  H-How c-could..."  Before my wife could say 
anything, her mother and Aunt got up and came around where 
Carol was to congratulate her.  As my latest shock subsided 
I remembered the mess in my shorts.  I quickly went to the 
nearest bathroom to clean up.  I cautiously got up and left 
the table, so as to not press against the fabric of my 
trousers, for fear that would accelerate transfer of the 
dampness from my shorts. Out of the corner of my eye I 
thought my wife gave me a funny look but I dismissed it as 
I hurried to take care of the task at hand.
I was successful, the inner fabric was slight damp 
from my cum, but it didn't soak through. 
When I returned to the dinning room, the women were 
talking about baby names, baby room decorations and 
maternity clothes.  I stood and paced the outer room.  Both 
to control my bewilderment of what was happening to me as 
well as for a more practical purpose of ensuring no stain 
showed on my trousers.
This time I insisted Carol and I go home.  I stormed 
out and waited in the car.  Moments later she came out.

CHAPTER 2 THE RIDE HOME

	Tension was thick between Carol and I as we drove 
home.  
	"Gary darling, I know how you feel. I love you and 
still want to be your wife, even though I may need to 
occasionally visit other men for sex.  And that's all it 
would be for."
	"Carol, p-please.  I-I'm having hard enough time 
trying to-to absorb everything that's happened in the last 
few hours.  I-I guess one thing is that . . ., I-I feel so 
different a-about you now."
	"You don't love me anymore?"
	"No, no, it's just that,  a-after finding out you're 
so - so, I, uh, guess the word is, so-so much more 
experienced and been w-with a lot of men who are far b-
better than me in bed. . ., w-well. . ., I-I just feel so 
inadequate around you now."  I nervously revealed to her.
	"Darling, what you don't have between your legs you 
more than make up for it with what's between your lips.  
You're an excellent pussy sucker.  Take my word for it."
	"I-I know you're just trying to make me feel better, 
but..."  
	"No darling, I'm sincere. You make me feel real good 
when you're working on my muff with your mouth.  You've got 
me spoiled.  The guys don't like the idea of putting their 
mouth on my pussy, they just like to fuck.  I need both, 
their dicks and your tongue to keep me satisfied.  It's the 
best of both worlds."  She interjected as she interrupted 
me.
	I asked if she was serious about something she'd said 
earlier in the evening.
	"Yes honey, I was.  I really would like to have you 
eat me out when I'm filled to the brim after a good 
fucking.  I just think it'd be so romantic to have you 
sharing the hot love juices me and my lover made.  Love is 
sharing and I'd love to share my pussy with you in that 
special way."
	I was glad for the darkness, so that my facial 
expression was hidden as I turned into our driveway. It was 
a mixture of bewilderment and hurt.  Earlier today, I was 
living a dream of having thought I'd found the perfect 
girl.  The dream I'd been looking for.  Yet what I discover 
now is that what she wants of me is the same as that of a 
nightmare from my past.  I couldn't help but feel that my 
destiny was to be humiliated and debased for the enjoyment 
of others.
	We sat and talked further.  The weight of my 
humiliation was taking it's toll.  If I hadn't fought it, 
I'm sure I would've broken into tears.
There was some sporadic and repeated discussion of 
some of the topics that had surfaced earlier in the 
evening. I avoided any talk about her pregnancy and 
concentrated on prior events in her life that she'd kept 
from me.
	She peppered her explanations with why she deceived 
me.  That is to win me over and become my wife.  It was 
consoling that she desired me.  It made me feel good.  It 
was a very delightful consolation, considering I had never 
before had such a beautiful woman say such things to me.  
	
CHAPTER 3 A Few Days Later 

"C-Carol  I-I don't know what to say.  Y-You mean a 
lot to me too and I-I love you a-and I-I could possibly go 
along w-with you discreetly seeing y-your other m-men on 
the side, I-I now know I-I can't t-take care all of your 
needs, b-but having his baby.  I-I don't ..."
	"It'd be our baby darling.  It would be our bundle of 
joy."
	"Carol dear, I-I still don't know.  From that picture 
you showed me, you doesn't look anything like me.  Plus 
he's blond and Nordic.  We both are dark.  People around 
here would know in a flash that..."
	"Is that all you're worried about!  Yourself?  What 
about me darling.  Don't you think they're going to talk 
about me too?"
	"Y-You're right,  B-But you're sure you don't want to 
have an abortion.  It would be so easy to get..."
	"No darling.  No abortion, I want to have this baby 
for several reasons.  One, because it was conceived in 
church.  Two, John gave me a super fuck, and three, even 
though it's not yours, it was conceived because of you.  
That is, I loved you enough to let John do me unprotected."
	I listened at my wife sympathetically, knowing full 
well there was something wrong with the total picture she 
painted, even though I could understand some of the 
brushstrokes.
	"D-Do y-you care for John? Er. do you l-love him?" I 
asked apprehensively.
	"It's hard not to care for him some, you know with him 
being a fuck buddy for so long and all.  Yeah I care for 
him a little bit.  He's settled down a bit.  He use to be 
wilder.  But if you're thinking I'd leave you for him, no 
way!  You've got it all over him, that is except in the, 
er, well you know what I mean."
	I was thankful my wife didn't go further.
	"Gary darling, it's been a couple of days, and I know 
you're still trying to decide whether to go for divorce or 
not, but I want to ask you something."
	"Sure."  I replied.
	"The other night when I told you I was pregnant, 
did..., c'mon over here.  Let me look you in the face while 
I ask you this.  Now that's better.  Did you shoot off in 
your pants when I told you?"
	My reaction and squirming to her surprised question 
gave her the answer she was looking for.
	"Gary don't be ashamed.  I love you even more knowing 
that you did that."  She said hugging and kissing me 
simultaneously.
	She told me her suspicions were confirmed when she saw 
me go to the bathroom at her mother's place and  walking a 
little funny after she felt me shudder at the table.  She 
then went on to let me know she'd heard about men who got 
excited at their wives having other men's babies.
	"No! No, y-you've g-got me wrong Carol, I-I."  She 
grabbed my crotch and got a good grasp of my five inch 
prick.  She wouldn't let go.  There was nothing I could do 
as she held me and looked in my eyes.
	"Look at that, you're just as hard as can be.  Just 
talking about me being knocked up by my lover and us making 
you a daddy has got you all aroused.  Settle down honey.  
Let me do this."
	My wife knelt down between my legs, took out my 
erection and proceeded to give me a much needed blowjob.  I 
just relaxed and laid back on the sofa as she worked magic 
with her pretty lips.  Her loud slurping was all I could 
hear as she fondled and alternately lapped and sucked my 
little member.  Just when I was ready to come, she held 
back and started to talking to me and breathing and licking 
me slightly.
	"Slurp..., you want me to have his baby don't you 
dear... slurp".
She had my straining prick out of her mouth but was 
gently lapping around the shaft as she talked.
"I'm pregnant by another man...  Your wife...  And it 
felt good getting fucked and knocked up too."
"Pleasssseee Carol, d-don't do this to-to m-me. P-
Pleaseee."  I pleaded with her not to mentally torture me 
the way she was.  My pleading was to no avail.  She knew 
she'd discovered a side of me that I didn't even know was 
there.
"He creamed in me right in the church while you were 
waiting at the altar.  I came down the isle with his cum 
and his baby in me dear, isn't that something.  My pussy 
was still leaking his jism, under the white wedding gown I 
wore, when you said "I do"."
I was squirming and trying not to come. Her words were 
effecting me.  It dawned on me what she was doing. I had to 
fight it.  I felt that my manly self respect was on the 
line. Why should I be aroused at another man inseminating 
my new bride, even if she was a slut. 
She was trying to get me to come with out being 
touched.  She wanted her words to do the job. She was 
extorting and exploiting me with her new found weakness in 
me.  I tried to block out the humiliating scenes she  
whispered.
Soon I had my aching prick under control. I didn't 
want to come all over myself.  I wanted so desperately to 
beat her at her own game.  Just when I was in control, she 
placed one of my free hands on her soft exposed mid riff 
beneath the short tank top she wore.
"Do you feel the baby in my tummy kicking yet darling.  
The baby John and I made for us."  The feel of her softness 
and her cooing sensuous torturing whispers broke through my 
defenses.  We both knew it was too early for what she was 
saying, but it had the desired effect.
  Just like before, I erupted like a volcano.  Cum was 
all over me and the furniture.  I was shaking.  The release 
was so intense, so pleasurable. 
 I just slumped back and let the wave of pleasure and 
shame flow through me.  I knew I was beaten mentally by her 
words and actions. 
 She used her lips to milk the last dribbles out of my 
shrinking shriveling prick.
Her soft wet suckling action on my prick was so 
delicious.


CHAPTER 4 MEETING THE MAN

	"C-Carol I-I really don't think this is a good idea.  
A-A picture of him was g-good enough.  Meeting him at our 
house is not a good idea."  I pleaded.
	"Darling you can't hide from him forever. I want you 
two to become good friends.  After all, you know I still 
see him once a week for sex anyway."
	"I-I know. P-Please, don't remind me." I said softly 
feeling so confused and downtrodden at the turn of events.
	Here I was two months after my wedding and finding my 
whole world turned upside down in a few days.  The girl of 
my dreams turns out to be one of the most well known sluts 
in town.  She's pregnant by another man because she tried 
to keep her secret from me, and now she's discovered I have 
a fetish for being a cuckold.  Why can't I walk away.  Sure 
I love her, and it would be so easy to renege on the test 
of love criteria my mother-in-law brought up.  Why? I asked 
my self.  Why me?  I could walk away, but if I could 
believe her, was I really the cause for her being pregnant? 
	"DING DONG!"
	"Get the door dear, while I get the drinks."  My wife 
called out.  I wanted her to answer the door.
	Her answer, "You're the man of the house, you get it."  
I wondered if she did that intentionally.  Here I was, the 
so called man of the house, opening the door for the man 
that was her big dick lover and who'd knocked her up on our 
wedding day.  Angrily, I went to the door.
	"Howdy partner.  John Svenson."  The tall muscular 
Swede said as I opened the door.  He was well over six-two 
and had muscles everywhere.  I was in awe at his size and 
good looks.  He dwarfed me.  I was only five-seven.  The 
photo I saw didn't do him justice.  He looked like a model.
	"H-Hi!  Was all I could muster.  His grip was very 
strong and his hands seem twice the size of mine.
	He sort of walked past me rather than wait for me to 
invite him in.  To say I was intimidated by him was an 
understatement.
	My wife joined us.
	"Hi John darling."  She said as she went right past me 
and into his big arms.  They kissed like long lost lovers. 
Carol wore a green wrap around for the occasion that 
matched the color of her eyes. She, the dress and him were 
a beautiful scene even if I was seething with jealousy, 
anger and envy at what was going on before me.
	"I see you've met the hubby."  She said as they still 
looked at each other and neither at me as they sat down on 
the love seat and left me standing up.  She snuggled up to 
him and his arms was around him and rested casually as he 
kneaded one of her 38C boobs.  I was speechless at their 
brazen disregard for me.
	For some reason I was expecting more discretion, even 
if they were "fuck buddies".
	"Gary dear, please bring in the drinks.  They're on 
the table in the kitchen."  She glanced at me briefly and 
returned her eyes to the Nordic prince.
I needed something to do to relieve the tension I felt 
in the air.  I did as she asked.
As we drank and went through some small talk, the 
tension in the air was evident, more so between me and them 
rather than between John and me.  It was apparent he didn't 
count me for much.  I was easily intimidated anyway, even 
if he didn't know so.
They finally got around to the dreaded subject of why 
he intimidated her into becoming pregnant.
	He had some lame excuse that because she was about to 
get married and dressed in white turned him on more than 
usual.  I remembered Carol's Aunt Helen's words about 
married women being sought out because they were supposedly 
off limits. 
	I almost fell out of my chair at my wife's cavalier 
attitude about forgiving him for what he'd done.  She even 
seemed to imply that she was glad he knocked her up. They 
both seem to gloat as to the wickedness of what happened 
and snickered about me standing at the altar while they 
were coming so blissfully.
	They both apologized for laughing at me, but couldn't 
seem to stop.  Needless to say I was thoroughly flustered 
and pissed.
	I knew right then and there that divorce was the right 
thing for me, even though I still loved this beautiful 
slut.
	We talked some more before my wife let me know they 
were going to the bedroom to be alone.
	"Gary darling, if you don't want to be out here by 
yourself, please carry that package on the table over to 
mothers and entertain her a while.  We'll be through here 
about eight.  And if I'm not here when you get back, John 
and I might go over to the next town for some dinner and 
dancing. Don't wait up for me.  Luv ya." Said my wife as 
she winked, blew me a kiss and slammed the bedroom door as 
I stood looking pathetically while she and her lover went 
into our bedroom for an obvious sexual interlude.  I was so 
angry.  Did she want me to divorce her or was she certain 
I'd not leave her?
I was mad at both at them and myself.  My prick was 
rising and I couldn't control it.  The sooner I got out of 
the house the better.

CHAPTER 5  RETURN OF A NIGHTMARE

	I drove over to my mother-in-law's house to drop off 
the package Carol wanted me to deliver.  While there, she 
also wanted to talk.
	"Gary, sweetie.  It's all going to work out. Divorce 
doesn't solve a thing. It only breaks hearts."  Carol's 
mother said as we sat over coffee. I acknowledged her 
statement by nodding as I sipped.	
"I know my daughter's promiscuous Gary.  But I did a 
little checking up on you and you've got an interesting 
past also."
	"W-What do you mean?  Carol's only the second girl 
I've..."
	"Oh I wasn't talking about your pathetic attempts with 
Gail, your previous girl friend.  Oh don't look so 
surprised.  Carol told me about that soon after you told 
her.  No, I'm talking about this."  She said as she handed 
me a photo that almost caused me to faint.  My worse 
nightmare had become a reality.
	"W-Where d-did y-you get..."
	"A private detective got all the goods on you.  He 
secured it from one of your former blackmailers."
	"P-Please M-Mother Young, I-I c-can explain.  P-Please 
d-don't tell Carol.  I-I-I..."
	"Don't bother trying to explain.  The detective got 
the whole story from the evidence he uncovered. Your 
college roommate and a friend of his made you their 
cocksucker and blackmailed you for three years.	They 
don't know you've moved here to our town, but the detective 
scared them enough.  They won't bother you for fear of 
jeopardizing their own careers.  Anyway, none of their 
faces, only their respectable members show up in the pics."  
Spoke Mrs. Young as she looked closer at the photos.  She 
went on commenting about them.
 	"They aren't the best quality photos since it was 
apparent they were taken with a hidden camera.  However,  
these certainly portrays you as seeming to be a willing 
little faggot pussy.  Oh did I mention, I also have a photo 
of you being fucked up the ass too?  Here it is."  She 
handed me a glossy 8X10 with a broad sickening smile on her 
face.  I could only look away as I tore it up with watery 
eyes.
	She intimidated me into telling her the whole story of 
my nightmare of three years.

CHAPTER 6 RELIVING THE NIGHTMARE

	In a mental flash the whole sordid history of how I 
was tricked into being my black roommate's cocksucker raced 
through my mind.  My mind seemed to do a frame by frame, 
high speed, slow motion take of this strange nightmare I 
endured for three years.  I say strange, because the first 
time I was tricked into tasting Jake's huge black dick and 
hot spewing semen, I was drunk.  We both had been drinking.  
I was more drunk than he.  What started out as a casual 
uninhibited drunken comment by me about how "handsome" his 
big tool was, gave him the idea I was a latent cocksucker.
	Being inebriated, the trickery he employed led me to 
first holding and stroking his giant member, and then 
eventually to a bet that I wasn't man enough to jack off 
his now steel hard erection.  I took up the dare and 
somewhere along the way his huge dickhead ended up between 
my lips and me sucking on it.  I awoke the next morning 
with the taste of his jism in my mouth.
	Jake was quick to let me know how good a blowjob I'd 
given him and that he'd want more in the future when he 
couldn't find pussy.  He said my "white mouth looked good 
wrapped around" his black dick. I turned red in the face at 
his comment. I quickly let him know that what happened, 
wouldn't happen again and that it was just a 
misunderstanding and an unconscious act due to my drunken 
state.  I vehemently denied that I was gay or a cocksucker, 
even though he never used those words at the time. I asked 
for his sworn secrecy on the matter.  He said he'd think 
about it before leaving in a rush for a morning class.  
That worried me all day.
	That evening I brought up the matter of him swearing 
to never revealing that I'd sucked his cock while I was 
drunk.  He was waiting for me to bring up the matter.  For 
it was then that he showed me a rather blurry black and 
white photograph, which he'd taken at the moment I was 
swallowing his large load of hot semen. 
	The photograph, while out of focus, clearly showed 
enough detail of me with at least four inches of his eight 
incher between my lips.  I broke out in a cold sweat and 
was speechless as I looked at the image.
During the drunken blowjob, he'd reached over and used 
his nearby 35 millimeter camera, which was loaded with high 
speed film, to take the up close, out of focus shot, which 
was about eighteen inched from my face.  I didn't remember 
the camera since he didn't have to use a flash with the 
ultra high speed film.
He'd developed the film in the college darkroom and 
was quick to let me know that if I didn't help him out when 
he needed "stress relief" in the future, I could look for 
the photos to be plastered around campus as well as sent 
home to my parents.
My pleas of mercy went unheeded and to make matters 
worse, he had me fall to my knees and do him again at that 
moment just so that he and I had an understanding of his 
power over me.
Over time, I became a rather proficient cocksucker for 
him.  He told me I'd adapt to his extortion.  I did. I too 
was amazed at how one can adapt for survival.  The taste of 
his hard dick meat and his hot gooey jism became second 
nature to me.  It was strange but I never lost my 
friendship for him.  True to his word, he basically used me 
for when he couldn't get some from his many girlfriends, or 
when he needed stress relief before a big exam.
Sometimes, he'd wake me up in the middle of the night 
and poke his rigid ebony erection with it's turgid bloated 
dickhead right in front of my face for a quickie suck.  It 
was strange, but over time, I grew to appreciate being 
needed by him, even if in such a perverse way.
This lifestyle went on for almost two years until his 
buddy Lester caught me giving Jake head one morning at 2AM, 
when Jake had trouble sleeping.  Jake had accidentally left 
his dorm room key in Lester's room.  Lester used it to walk 
in on us without knocking.
Lester wanted in on the action.  Jake agreed for 
obvious reasons of not being labeled a homo. I of course 
didn't seem to have any choice in the matter but to accept 
getting use to another black dick spurting and spewing hot 
sperm down my throat.
In no time I was settled into orally accommodating the 
two of the most popular black studs about campus.  Lester 
was a decent fellow and basically placed the same demands 
upon me as Jake.  I can tell you, during mid-terms and 
final exams, I was kept busy swallowing a lot of hot creamy 
cum from the two.
It was sometime in the last half of our senior year 
that Jake and Lester came up with the idea of "double 
teaming" me.  That is, both of them doing me 
simultaneously.  I wasn't receptive to being fucked in the  
ass.  Both, who were never really dominant over me in the 
past, became dictatorial.  I cringed before the two 
muscular men.
Our past relationship had been more of a symbiotic 
one, like that of a benevolent master and faithful servant.  
I and they knowing our roles and accepting and adapting to 
them.
However, it was clear that what they now wanted.  They 
let me know that I was expected to get myself ready to give 
up my ass cherry within a week and gave me instructions and 
the necessary prepackaged enema solution and dildo 
enlarger. 
Knowing I had no choice, I hung my head and did as 
they wanted.  I was worried about being injured by their 
big rods, but after reading the instructions for the ass 
fucking materials I was given, I came to the conclusion it 
was imperative that it was also in my best interest to 
prepare my self as best I could to preclude injury. 
At my deflowering, Jake had the honors. I was 
surprised at how easily it was for me to accommodate them 
both. One big dick in my mouth and the other in my ass.  It 
didn't take me long to accustomed myself to their fucking 
rhythm. They thoroughly used me, and to my surprise I also 
felt a strange feeling of relaxation after being skewed by 
their two huge black erections.
My "womanly" role for them went on until graduation. 
After graduation, they also managed to look me up when they 
came through my home town.  I wanted to break it off, but 
they wouldn't hear of it and kept the threat of exposure 
over my head.  That is until I left my home town and moved 
to my current location and marriage to Carol.

CHAPTER 7  MOTHER-IN-LAW'S WISH

	"Very interesting story, Gary.  Now I know for sure 
you're a wimp.  Including adapting to intimidating 
situations and taking the place others desire for you.  By 
the way, tearing up that 8X10	will cost you $20, that what 
the private dick charged me per copy. Of course I have more 
where those come from."
	I pleaded with her again not to say anything to 
anyone.
	"I-I'll go ahead a-and leave town and give Carol a 
divorce, so-so she can be with her guys. If-if that's what 
you want.  I-I guess it-it makes this whole thing easier 
anyway."
	"Are you kidding! John and that sorry ass bunch don't 
give a damn about no baby and marrying and taking care of a 
family.  They just wantta fuck and make babies for somebody 
else. Forget the divorce.  In fact I want just the 
opposite.  I want you to stay and be the good husband my 
daughter wants you to be.  She loves you and you love her.  
Your only problem is that you've got to change your 
attitude about her having other men's children for you to 
be the daddy of, as well as accepting your role as a loving 
well behaved husband.  As long as you do that, I won't ever 
mention these photos."
	My mother-in-law made me an offer.  She helped me see 
it was better to be viewed as cuckold than perceived as a 
cocksucking,  dick up the ass faggot.  Especially since if 
I didn't agree to her terms, she would made sure that the 
photos followed me everywhere I went.  I would be ruined 
professionally.
	"Deal?"  She said standing over me with folded arms as 
I sat. knowing I had once more been held in the vise grip 
of fate and had to do what others were imposing on me. I 
capitulated.
	"Y-Yes ma'am.  I-I accept your deal."  My face was 
flushed red.
	"Good, then lets go to the basement to seal this 
arrangement."  Curious as to why the basement, but too 
browbeat to ask questions, I meekly followed her.
	Once there she turned and said, "Drop your pants and 
pull down your shorts."
	"W-What?"
	"You heard me right.  Do as I say and then bend over 
the arm of that old recliner."  She said matter-of-factly 
as she seemed to be unraveling an electric extension cord.  
It was thin and white.
	"B-But w-why?"
	"Simple, I'm going to give you twenty good lashes with 
this extension cord.  It will seal our deal and at the same 
time remind you of your agreement."
	"It-It will?  P-Please..., can't w-we j-just shake..."
	"NO!  You must have a reddened ass.  You must feel the 
pain to remind you of your place.  You're a wimp Gary.   
Wimps needs to be reminded of what they are?"
	"What?  P-Please Mother Young.  P-Please d-don't..."
	"Now get busy or the world will know just what a 
cocksucker you are.  Get those pants down!"
	Tears of fright and shame were streaming down my face.  
I pleaded.  The more I did so, the more insistent she was 
that I was to be whipped.  Knowing she wanted my ass and 
was getting impatient, I submitted to her will.  I didn't 
see any other way out.
	"P-Please d-don't hit too hard.  I-I can't stand 
pain."  I pleaded as I bent over the arm of the big old 
easy chair and recliner with my naked ass cheeks jutting 
out.  I felt so vulnerable and exposed.
	"I'll be the judge of how hard is enough."
	"WOOSH!"  I heard the sound of the first powerful 
downward swing of the cord.
	"WHAP" was the sound of the folded cord impacting my 
jutting white ass cheeks.
	"OUCH!"  I yelled and a split second later the searing 
pain seem to go through me.  My buttocks quivered 
involuntarily.
	"That hurts! Please Mrs. Young! No more please!"  I 
shouted as I tried to get up.  That only made her angry.  
She grabbed my right arm, folded it back toward my upper 
back and pressed down unmercifully.  Besides being bigger 
than me she was also stronger.  She had me pinned down.  
That was all there was to it.  All I could do was flail my 
free arm and legs and wiggle my naked bottom as she lashed 
me again and again with the painful thin electrical cord.
	"OUCH!  Oh please Mother Young, SOB!, Please!  Please 
don't hit me anymore!"  I yelled and pleaded as I felt my 
tears beginning to run like rain from my eyes.
	"Be still and take your lesson like a man!"  She 
shouted as she lashed me with quicker strokes in a double 
time type manner.  Needless to say, the pain was also a 
double whammy too. My ass seemed on fire. To make her point 
about me to stop all the flailing of my legs and wild 
wiggling of my hips, she cut me across the upper part of my 
thighs and accused me of making her miss her target, my 
upper ass cheeks.  I knew she knew this would only cause me 
to wiggle more.  She knew I had no control.
	"Please! Please... SOB!..."
"SWISH!"
"WHAP!"
"OUCH!... Please Mother Young, I-I'll..."
"SWISH!"
"WHAP!"
"OUCH!... SOB!...be a good husband ... SOB!..."
"SWISH!"
"WHAP!
"OUCH!... P-Please ... SOB!...I-I-I'll... SOB!..."
The sounds of me begging for mercy, the swish 
of the thin cord and the impact of it on my tender white 
flesh filled the air.  She laid into me unmercifully all 
the while talking to me as she laced my rear with welts.
	"You should think my daughter for even giving you the 
time of day less much talking about a divorce.  You little 
wimpy cocksucker twerp!  Stop that wiggling and hold still! 
You need this as mush as I need to give it to you!"  She 
shouted as she whipped me well beyond twenty strokes of the 
cord.
	After a good three minutes of a steady whipping, I was 
never so glad to feel the last swish and burning trail from 
the impact of her mighty lashes.  I was crying profusely as 
I was allowed to stand.  She smiled as she looked at me 
rubbing my welt laced swollen ass cheeks, shaking from the 
lingering pain and crying like a baby.  The pain was still 
intense as I sort of wiggled and shook as I moved around 
the room trying to ease the hurt I was feeling.
	"There!  That wasn't so bad was it.  You'll remember 
our deal better now with that little extra bit of 
reinforcement.  Won't you?"
	"Y-Y-Yes... SOB!... ma'am."  I said rubbing my welt 
laced stinging bottom as if that was going to get the sting 
and burn away from my truly reddened bottom.  After a bit, 
Mother Young made me bath my rear in warm salt water.  Her 
rubbing the wet white salt over the red welts almost made 
me jump straight up, even though it did reduce the swelling 
somewhat.
	She seemed overly pleased at my small but steady 
erection that seemed to not go away as she later rubbed 
salve on my upturned ass after the salt water bathing. She 
made me lie across her lap.  She wouldn't let me administer 
the soothing salve myself.  Her rough rubbing of my rear 
was also painful.
"After all, this is the least I can do for you, my 
dear son-in-law.  And you will of course thank me for doing 
so - won't you?"
	"Y-Yes m-ma'am."  I replied meekly.
	Little did I know she wanted me to show my thinks by 
putting my head between her parted legs and tonguing her 
bushy snatch to a series of orgasms.
	I meekly did as she requested.  She was very hairy and 
wet.  I really got my fill of pussy juice from her, as well 
as pubic hair burns, if there is such a thing, as she 
rotated her dense bush around my mouth and face.  I think I 
got her off three times.
	Before I left, Carol's mom again injected another bit 
of bad news to me.
"And Gary, you and I will get together once a month 
like this to review your attitude.  If you do something 
that is bad or negative, you'll be given a demerit.  A 
demerit will be worth five lashes.  A merit will be worth 
three points, and will only wipe out three lashes.  And 
Carol will know you and I have these session.  I'll call 
them marital discipline sessions and you'll not object to 
them.  I'll say nothing of what you and your friends have 
done in the past.  However, Carol will also be allowed to 
issue you demerits, merits, as well as administer any 
needed discipline to you also."
	I wanted to protest, but the look on her face let me 
know she was in no mood to hear it.  On the other hand, I 
was whipped, both literally and mentally, and we both knew 
it. I simply nodded to her conditions.  I just couldn't 
believe this was happening to me, but the ache on my rear 
told me it was no daydream.  I knew there was no recourse 
for me.  I had to go along with her program.

CHAPTER 8  FAMILY PLANNING

	Carol and I stayed together. I didn't divorce her as 
I'd planned, thanks to her mom holding the knowledge of my 
past over my head. I was never sure if Carol's mom kept her 
word about telling Carol, but my wife readily adapted to 
the idea of working with her mother in disciplining me.
	The baby she and John made turned out to be a girl, 
our very blond daughter Johnella.
	I got accustomed to being a new daddy and settled into 
my new role with relative ease.  That is, the role of being 
a cuckold whose wife continued to date her other four men 
as well as use corporal punishment on me when she and her 
mom determined it was required.
	Her stud lovers openly came and went as they pleased 
from our house.  They each had door keys.
	I was surprised to learn that Jeff, one of her four 
lovers, was black.
	I agonized over the possibility of having to deal with 
a black baby if she by chance got pregnant by him.
	I just happened to mention that to her as we were 
lying in bed one night.
	"You aren't prejudice are you?"  She asked me.
	"No, of course not.  It's just the public reaction of 
having to deal with such a thing, you know how people would 
look at you and everything.  You know what I mean."
	Carol acknowledged what I was saying but also added 
that I shouldn't worry about what others say.  "Once they 
get over it, they'll accept it and move on to some other 
juicy gossip."  She added.
	"Honey, I-I know you said you only wanted to have 
babies from other men, not me.  H-Have you changed y-your 
mind about..."
	"No darling I haven't.  You know I don't mean to hurt 
you by saying that, but unfortunately it just not the same 
getting pregnant by you.  Plus your equipment... well we 
don't need to go there.  You know what I mean."
	I was glad she stopped.  She'd already hurt me enough 
with her words, even though she was trying to be sincere 
and direct not hurtful- I guess.
	"T-The only reason I asked is -is that with Johnella  
getting to be a year old.  You'd said something about 
getting pregnant again about now.  H-have y-you decided 
w-who the n-next father is going to-to be?"  I had a tough 
time getting the question out as I stammered.
	"You've just made the decision."  She replied as she 
looked me straight in the face in the dim light of the 
bedroom.
	There was a long silence.  It took me that long to 
accept that she intended to add a black baby to our growing 
family.
	I could see she was looking for me to plead with her 
not to.  And from knowing her much better now, I knew it 
was pointless to try and change her mind.  If anything my 
pleading with her not to humiliate me by her actions would 
only guarantee it happening. "I-I see."  Was all I said as 
I breathed a deep sigh of resignation knowing that the die 
was already cast.
	"You're such a good husband darling.  You put up with 
me and show your love for me by letting me do what I need 
to do to meet my needs.  I love you so."  My wife said 
kissing me.
As we both dozed off to sleep, I knew her need to 
cuckold me was what she was talking about and that my 
acceptance of it was the reason she loved me so.
It was a paradox, but in a strange way, I did love her 
very much, even though her mom had blackmailed me into 
staying and accepting her slut daughter for a wife.  Not 
just a slut who went out with other men, but one who also 
had other men's babies for me to raise and be the daddy of.

CHAPTER 9 BABY MAKING

	Jeff was excited about being the next father of our 
child.
	While she and Jeff were trying to make a baby, me and 
her other men, were restricted to latex around our pricks.  
It would be this way until she was confirmed pregnant.  
That is except my tongue.  When she wanted me to use my 
lips on her, I of course got in her wet gloppy gamy cunt 
raw and juicy, in fact, very juicy and very gooey too, as 
her lover's semen was so viscous and copious.

CHAPTER 10 AN EPISODE BETWEEN MY WIFE AND JEFF

	Our daughter was spending the night with Carol's mom 
and Carol and I had the evening to our selves. She and I 
were watching TV when she spoke.
	"Gary, honey, Jeff is coming over tonight.  I'm at my 
most fertile this week."
	"O-Oh, Is t-that right?  D-Do you want me to l-leave?"  
I stammered at her announcement.
	"No silly.  You know I like you around when my men 
come over.  But tonight is sort of special, that's why I 
wanted mom to keep Johnella."
	"Special?"  I asked.
	"Yes darling.  I want you to be in the room watching  
Jeff and I as we mate tonight."
	"W-What!  P-Please Carol.  It-It's bad enough just 
being in the s-same house w-when they come over... a-and 
just hearing you moan and scream as t-they make love to 
you, b-but..."
	"Not love dear, they're just sexing me.  You and I 
make love.  Now don't let me have to remind you of that 
again, otherwise I may have to give you a demerit.  You 
don't want that do you?"  My wife interjected with a 
smirking smile.
	"No! No I-I don't. I-I'll remember dear."  I replied 
quickly.  She knew the mentioning of a demerit always gets 
my attention.
	"But d-do I-I have to be..."
	"Yes darling, I want you to be there as Jeff helps us 
add to our family."  She replied cutting me off.  I sensed 
that it was useless to say more against her desire.  "W-
Whatever y-you say dear" was all I said as I silently went 
back to watching TV waiting for the arrival of "our" guest, 
my wife's black lover.
	He arrived promptly at 9 PM.  I didn't have to get up, 
he had his own key.
	He walked in, waived at me and went straight over to 
the love seat and embraced my wife.  She of course greeted 
him warmly and with open arms.
I was totally ignored as they started their heavy 
foreplay, which included titty rubbing of her exposed mams,  
sensuous French kissing, and finally the probing of his 
hand under her skirt as well of her caressing the huge 
swelling bulge in his trousers.
	I tried not to look, but it was difficult not to 
steal a glance of the spectacle a few feet away from me.  
Dejected, I tried to prevent from getting aroused, but to 
no avail, I soon had a much, much smaller tent pole in my 
pants.
I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being 
unzipped.  I tried not to look.  Moments later there was 
the unmistakable "Slurping" of a blowjob in process.  I 
turned and could only be in awe of the size of Jeff's 
stately manhood being wrapped by the white lips of my 
lovely but sluttish wife.  He was thick and at least eight 
plus inches long.  I turned away, squirming in my easy 
chair.  My hands were starting to tremble at the tension 
building up in me.  I gasped the arms of the recliner to 
ease the arousal in me from having to view and be near such 
a sordid scene and knowing I could nothing about it but 
watch.
"Lets go to bed Jeff sweetie and get to working on 
this baby."  My wife said after pulling her pink lips off 
Jeff's black long shaft.  She then lead him to the bedroom 
after he stepped out of his trousers and left them on the 
floor.
"Come along Gary.  After all, as the future daddy, we 
want you there to be a part of this."
I meekly obeyed my wife, fearing a demerit if I 
didn't.  I followed them, hoping that my erection, though 
much, much, smaller would not be noticed as we three went 
to the master bedroom.
No sooner than we entered the room than my wife and 
Jeff were tearing each other remaining clothing from each 
other.  Just as they were about ready to couple, my wife 
beckoned me over as Jeff was about to point his stalwart 
rigid jutting member right at my wife's pouting hairy cunt 
lips.
"Gary darling, give me a little head to get me ready."  
My wife said looking at me.
As I was trying to determine how I was going to do as 
she wanted, Jeff didn't move out from between her parted 
legs, but sort of raised his knees and shifted a bit so 
that my head could gain access to her heated cunt.  He was  
sort of suspended over the back of my head as I laid on the 
bed face down in her hairy juicy lush snatch.
"That's good enough."  Jeff said in his heavy voice 
after I'd tongued for about a minute.  I quickly scampered 
from under him and off the bed, but not before feeling his 
heavy balls sliding across the top of my head as I worked 
my way out from between him and Carol.  By the time I got 
free and on my feet, I heard him again.
	"Aren't you going to put it in?  After all this 
is your wife."
Carol and he looked at me as if I was stupid.  Their 
eyes seem to burn me as I stood there.  I quickly snapped 
out of my brief trance, when my wife asked if I wanted a 
demerit.  I reached over and guided his large black 
erection with its golf ball size and very bloated dickhead 
right to her pretty pouting wet vulva. His black shaft was 
rigid to the touch and warm. Moments later, he was slipping 
and sliding in and out of her like a well oiled piston into 
a well lubed cylinder of flesh.
All I could do was do as my wife intended, that is, to 
standby and look in awe as the well built muscular Jeff 
thoroughly enjoyed her.  My prick was throbbing, but I was 
too shy and partially afraid to rub it in the presence of 
the two.  Besides, my wife was frequently looking over at 
me.  I suspect it was to catch me doing just that.
The sound of the two fucking was loud and juicy. The 
meeting and pulling apart of wet tight fitting genitals 
created a squishy sound that could only be appreciated or 
described by being in close proximity to the coupled pair. 
After what was obvious his first release of a blast of 
his bountiful hot virile jism into my wife's fertile baby 
ready womb, Jeff worked his dick into her wet pussy a few 
more times as I'm sure spurt after spurt blasted her 
cervix.  He  held his cock deep in her for at least five 
minutes.  I knew he was making sure his sperm stayed in 
place to do its intended job.  All I could do was standby, 
be miserable, try to mentally comfort my aching burning 
prick and be the obedient cuckold wimpy husband that my 
wife intended me to be, as another, better man worked at 
impregnating her in my very presence.
I didn't want to believe that this form of abject 
humiliation, berating and belittling of me would be routine 
for all "our" future children inseminations she'd plan to 
have done by her studs. I knew I was lying to myself as I 
saw the look of bliss on her face.  It was both from Jeff's 
thorough fucking and I suspect from the fact I was in 
attendance no more than four feet away.  I say so because 
of the frequent smiles and winks she directed at me while 
being fucked.  I knew she knew I looked and felt pathetic, 
and emotionally drained having to endure this ordeal.  It 
became apparent to me that my misery and subjugation 
contributed to her pleasure.
"SPLOP!"  Was the sound generated as Jeff slowly 
pulled his softening member from my wife's very wet cunt.
"Okay Gary, it's your turn now."  She said looking me 
straight in the eyes as swiveled around such that her 
parted legs were aimed in my direction.
I knew what was expected of me.  Flushed and 
frustrated, but knowing what had to be done, I move over to 
the edge of the bed and positioned my self so that I could 
perform the oral service she desired.
To say her hairy muff was a slimy mess would be an 
understatement.  It was gloppy and sloppy and saturated 
with Jeff's thick abundant dick cream.  Cream that I now 
knew she intended for me.  I went about my task as I used 
my tongue to began work on her jism soaked bushy pussy.
I of course was acclimated to the taste of spent sperm 
and had tasted all of her lover's semen after they'd made 
deposits in her.
After cleaning her as best I could, Jeff pushed me out 
of the way when he was hard again.
The cycle was repeated three more time that night.  
Additionally, I had to lap and milk and Jeff's huge penis 
between fucks.  After the fourth time, he had me give him 
virtually a tongue bath to clean my wife's pussy juices 
from his cock and balls.
	She and Jeff had many repeat session like the one I 
described until she was finally made pregnant by him.
	I was glad that she was finally pregnant so that I 
could have her without a latex barrier on my prick. 
	While I was worried about the embarrassment of facing 
the town's folks with our black baby, she brought me the  
news that Jeff had made twins in her and that we had to 
plan on two bundles of joy rather than just one.
	I cursed under my breath, but knew I had to go along 
with the show.  I gave up even trying to come up with witty 
things to say when people were sure to stop and 
congratulate us on our new arrivals.
	A few months later, I was the new daddy of a fraternal 
pair of mulatto children.
	My wife was so excited at having her lover's babies.  
They were named Jeffery and Jeffelena.  She and her mom 
named them.  I had no say so in the matter.  It was so 
embarrassing giving the nurses information as the father of 
record, me, when it was obvious I wasn't the biological 
father.  It was even more so, as they stared at Jeff when 
he came to the hospital often to see my wife and the 
babies, which both favored him so much.  To add to my 
humiliation, he and my wife often passionately kissed in 
the presence of the nurses and aides during each visit and 
always when I was present.  The hospital staff just looked 
at me with cruel smirking smiles.  All I could do was 
sheepishly cringe, blush and, hide my unwelcome erections, 
caused by such abject humiliations.

CHAPTER 11 A DELETED DEMERIT

	"Honey I have to give you this demerit.  I just don't 
think your attitude was proper last night when Kent came 
over and told you to get out of bed so he could be with me.  
You saw how hard up and in need he was, and yet,  you 
protested.  He had to use force to push you out of the way 
to get in bed and fuck me.  No matter what you say darling, 
I think the demerit should stay."
	"P-Please Carol.  Please give me a chance to make it 
up.  I-I was just sleepy. a-and it was just a gut reaction.  
Please dear, I-I have over ten demerits now... a-and that 
doesn't count y-your mother's.  P-Please!  Please help me 
out dear.  I-I'll make it up a-anyway you want me to.  
Please don't cause me to get fifty lashes from you alone 
this month."  I continued to beg and beseech my wife for 
mercy.
	My wife held her hand to her chin as she appeared to 
ponder my plea.
	"You know it's not my idea to whip you, but mother 
insists on your obedience and I have to go along with her 
to keep peace between her and me. Okay, how about you call 
up Kent and apologize directly to him and let him know that 
he won't ever have anymore trouble of you having a bad 
attitude in the future."
	Knowing I was beaten and virtually without options, I 
thanked her profusely and slavishly as I did as she 
offered.
	As I dialed him, I thought of how she'd just blamed 
her mom and saying she was only participating in my 
corporal punishment every month "to keep the peace".  
PLEASE!  I thought to myself.  If that was the case then 
why was she giving me so many demerits, many for the 
filmiest reason, except as an excuse to berate me and 
ensure my very subordinate place in our marriage.
	As I was hanging up the phone, after loudly 
apologizing to her lover, so she could hear me, I saw her 
scratch the demerit out in her little note book.  I 
breathed a sigh of relief and now concentrated on trying to 
mentally make my prick's hardness go away.  Abject 
humiliation still tends to make me get an erection.  I was 
glad I was wearing the old fashioned white pinafore so the 
small tent pole in my pants was hidden.

EPILOGUE

	As I stood over the sink doing the dinner dishes, I 
heard my mother-in-law talk about how pretty her three 
grandkids were.  She was talking about our blond daughter 
and fraternal set of coffee colored twins.  Their 
respective biological fathers were John and Jeff.  Carol 
was now pregnant for the third time.  We knew it was going 
to be a girl.  Kent, who is a red head, was the father this 
time.
	"I'm sure she going to have red hair, since girls take 
after their fathers."  My wife's mother said talking to my 
wife gleefully.
"And Gary, your new daughter will look so cute with a 
big bow in her red hair. Don't you think so?"
	I cringed at the embarrassing debasing question as she 
stressed "your".  I knew what was expected of me.  "Y-Yes 
ma'am, you're right.  She will."  I replied softly as I 
continued working on the stack of dishes trying to work up 
more merit points.

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