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 I Took The Necessary Steps to Get My Wife Pregnant...  by Another Man

   My wife (Sheila) is 23.  I am 40, and had a vasectomy years ago.  She
had a daughter when we got together, but she really wanted another child.

   I knew I couldn't get her pregnant, but didn't want her to be unhappy
because she was stuck with a guy who couldn't give her what she wanted.  We
looked into vasectomy reversals and adoptions, and either it was expensive
and a long shot, or it was just emotionally unfulfilling to her, so I knew
what I had to do.

   I paid a lot of attention to my wife's menstrual cycles, and got to a
point where I knew her fertile times.  Based on that knowledge, I scheduled
a trip to Las Vegas for the both of us.  Fortunately there was a convention
in Vegas that I wanted to attend the week I had decided to go.  So, that
gave me an excuse.

   My wife arranged for a babysitter to watch her/our daughter for the
extended weekend.  I reserved a nice room at the Hilton for us, and she
seemed pretty excited to be going away.

   As soon as we got to Vegas I discretely called an escort agency that had
male strippers and escorts who were advertised to be drug and disease free.
I told the agency what I was looking for, and they put me in touch with a
male escort named Martin.

   I checked the agency's web site and found that Martin was good-looking,
very tall, and muscular.  I also noticed that the bulge in his pants
suggested he was packing a good sized cock.  I felt pretty sure that he
could get the job done the first time.  I contacted him, told him of my
wishes, and we made arrangements to meet at a particular club near our
hotel.

   I learned that Martin was 22, and I figured he was probably very
fertile. I gave the agency a $500 deposit, and when I spoke to Martin, I
told him I wanted my wife to have a good time.  I also told him that if he
didn't use a condom there would be some extra cash involved, to which he
readily agreed.

   That night my wife and I went to a dance club (the one where I had
arranged to meet Martin), and I kept my eye on the time, knowing that we
were to "accidentally" meet him at 10 PM.  Sheila had gotten pretty drunk
by then.  I saw Martin standing by the bar where he said he would be.

   Sheila went to the restroom, and I made my presence known to Martin,
making sure that he was clear that she could not know that I paid him. 
When Sheila returned, Martin looked her up and down.  I think he found my
wife to be more attractive than he was expecting.  As I said, Sheila is
young.  She has long blonde hair and pretty large breasts that were even
bigger with the push up bra she had on that night.

   I introduced my inebriated wife to the tall stud in front of her.  She
smiled sweetly as they shook hands.  I told her he worked with clients that
my company did business with, and he was attending the same convention I
was.

   We all got a round of Tequila, and she wanted to dance with me again.  I
suggested she dance with Martin for a few songs, and she gladly obliged.  I
made sure that Sheila's glass was full when she returned, and soon she was
pretty hammered, openly flirting with Martin right in front of me.

   Eventually I suggested we go to our room "for a nightcap," as we were
only a few blocks away from our hotel.  Once outside, we jumped into a cab,
putting my wife between the two of us.  She kept talking to the handsome
young man she had just met, and Martin started to touch her knee.  Then he
put his arm around her to test the waters, and Sheila (as I had predicted)
didn't even flinch.

   She looked over at me once or twice.  I think she wanted to see if I
noticed that he was putting his hands on her.  I just looked away like I
hadn't seen anything.  When we got to the hotel we took the elevator up to
our room.  Sheila sort of stumbled down the hall, with our guest giving her
a hand.

   Once inside the room I poured some drinks, and my wife started rubbing
my back like she did when she wanted to go to bed.  We were sitting on the
bed.  I looked into her eyes and began to kiss her passionately.  She
kissed me back, barely knowing where we were, or that Martin was intently
watching us.

   As I held her in my arms I slowly opened up a few buttons on her shirt,
and showed our guest her ample cleavage.  "Very nice," he exclaimed. 
Sheila blushed, but I continued to open her shirt wider for him.  If she
hadn't been quite drunk, she would have slapped me by then.

   Martin stood up at the sight of my wife's pale white breasts, covered
only by her lacy bra, walked over by us, and told her how nice her breasts
were.  "They are real too," I said, "Feel them." He put his hands on her
exposed cleavage, and Sheila sighed heavily, as if that was what she really
wanted.  At that point I am sure it really was!  She had closed her eyes. I
think she really enjoyed the feel of Martin's hands cupping each of her
breasts.

   I pulled off her shirt, and Martin wasted no time in getting his hands
under her bra.  I helped by unsnapping it from the back, and as it fell
away Martin began sucking on her nipples.  Eyes still closed, she reached
back and grabbed me for support as she put one hand on his head.

   I leaned her back on the bed as Martin quietly removed his clothes,
revealing all his muscles and his very hard manhood.  Sheila opened her
eyes, and was beside herself.  She couldn't believe what was happening, but
she spent some time, mouth open, looking at the muscles on Martin's chest,
and then down at his hard cock.

   After laying her on the bed, I wrapped my arm around her bare torso and
massaged her breasts.  Meanwhile Martin unzipped and pulled Sheila's skirt
off her in one fluid motion.  I have to say, he was very large, and Sheila
couldn't stop holding on to me for comfort while staring at his body.

   With a gentle smile on his face, Martin pulled her toward him, lifted
her legs, and bent his shaft down to meet her pussy.  She looked up at me
and inhaled loudly as he began to enter her.  I held onto her like she was
giving birth, and coached her through it.

   She began to moan louder the deeper he got, and she let go of me once he
was all the way inside her.  I got up, shut the lights off, and watched
them fuck through the dim light that was coming through the hotel window.

   Once Martin had pumped Sheila through a series of orgasms, and then
pumped a good load of his sperm into her, he got up.  He dressed, gave her
a kiss, shook my hand, winked at me, and left.

   The next day she didn't remember a thing, or at least she didn't say
anything about what had happened the night before.  We enjoyed the rest of
our time in Vegas, and then traveled home.

   A month later she came to me and said her period was late.  I just
shrugged and said, "That's interesting." Nothing more was said for a few
days.  Without telling me, she went to a doctor who confirmed that she was
pregnant.

   When she came home she asked, "How could this be?" Rather than giving
her a direct answer I just said, "That's wonderful that you are pregnant
baby.  It's just what we wanted.  I'm going to be a dad!"

   When she pressed her question again, I simply said, "You are pregnant
because I did what any guy does when he hopes for a baby...  I took the
steps to make it happen." She stopped asking further questions.

   About eight months later Sheila gave birth to a healthy baby boy.  Once
the birth was over I grinned at her, hugged and kissed her, and thanked her
for making me a proud dad...  proud to have both a daughter and a son.

   She never again asked how she was impregnated.  We love our two kids.