The Conscientious Cuckhold  (MMF, cons, rom, DP/anal, impreg)  Part 1 of 3...
By Marco Vassi

Subject Matter: MMF, Consensual, Romance, Double Penetration
(Oral/Vaginal & Oral/Anal), Impregnation.

PART  1  OF  3

Tom had never seen her so beautiful, so lustrous.  Lying on their
king-sized bed, naked, her full breasts in sweet disarray, the nipples
already wrinkled in anticipation, Laura looked to him like the
embodiment of every man's wet dream.  Her eyes were lidded and her
thighs were spread, her pussy wet from him having just licked it.  

There was only one thing wrong with the picture: Tom wasn't the only
man in the room.  A few feet away stood Jack, a twenty-five-year-old
with the body of an Olympic diver and a cock that would make him a
star in any locker room.  Jack was going to fuck Laura, and Tom had
given his consent.  

Tom and Laura had been married for six years and were still romantic
about it.  It wasn't just that they remembered all their anniversaries
- the first time they met, the first time they kissed, the first time
they fucked - but they continually reaffirmed the meaning of their
union, reminding each other all the time that their marriage was
forever.  

The only thing lacking in their world was a child.  For the first few
years they used birth control to avoid pregnancy, wanting to settle in
to one another before introducing a third.  But when they were ready
and Laura tried getting pregnant, nothing happened.  It took a year
before they could admit there might be something wrong.  When they
went for tests, their suspicions were confirmed.  Tom was sterile.  

The news threw him into a deep depression.  He brooded and sulked for
several weeks and then offered to give Laura a divorce so she'd be
free to find a man able to impregnate her, a "real man," as he put it.
Her response snapped him right out of his gloom.  First she mocked his
self-pity, then grew angry that he would even "speak the word
divorce," and finally burst into sobs.  His reaction was automatic; he
felt a pang at his heart and his cock got hard.  He walked over to
where she sat, pushed her back onto the couch and lay on top of her,
kissing her face and lips and tears.  A minute later he was fucking
her, his cock thrusting through his open zipper, both of them still
fully dressed, the front of her skirt raised just enough to expose her
thighs.  

Afterwards, they lay in close embrace for a long time, whispering and
murmuring to each other, ringing in variations on their vow of love,
their promise of forever.  When they'd slid down enough from the
slopes of ecstasy to remember the reality that shot them up there in
the first place, Tom said, "I guess we'll adopt."  And that's when
Laura turned his world upside down.  

"I don't want someone else's baby," she said.  "I want my own.  I want
the feeling of being pregnant.  I want the experience of having a baby
grow inside of me and come pushing out from between my legs.  I want
my breasts bursting with milk and my infant child sucking life from my
nipples."  She grasped Tom's head in her hands and ran her thumbs
across his temples.  "You wouldn't deny me that, would you?"  

He shifted his body so that for its entire length, it was separated an
inch from hers.  He put his hands over hers and stopped the friction
on his temples.  "How can I deny you what I can't give you?" he asked.
She didn't reply and they gazed blankly at one another for a few
minutes.  "You're talking about another man's sperm," he said at last.
"You're talking about going to a sperm bank."  

"Yes to the first, no to the second," she told him.  "I don't want
artificial insemination.  I don't want a baby that sits in a frozen
test tube before getting planted inside me."  They gazed at each other
for many minutes more, this time, however, not blankly.  His eyes were
filled with a fright bordering on panic.  "You're talking about having
another man fuck you," he said.  

The next few weeks were given over to fighting, which they both
enjoyed more than depression.  This time it was she who offered
separation, freeing him to find a woman who "doesn't make such
terrible demands."  But when she said the word "divorce," the
emotional static surrounding their verbal communication went suddenly
silent, and her sentence hung clearly in the air.  They stared at one
another in amazement.  It was the first time in their marriage when
they realized that a breakup could actually happen to them, that they
weren't figures in a fairy tale.  In that instant, Tom knew he'd do
anything not to lose Laura.  Outwardly, however, he wasn't ready to
capitulate so easily.  

"No divorce," he said.  "I can't use the word, neither can you."  

"Then what...?" she asked, letting the sentence trail.

"Why, I suppose you'll go off to a bar some night and pick up a guy
and go to a hotel room..."  

He didn't finish his sentence either; he had to duck the book she
threw at him.  "Not like that," she said.  "We'll go to the sperm bank
and find somebody with good genes.  And he'll come here.  And you'll
stay with me when he...does it."

"No way," Tom replied.  

"It has to be like that," she told him.  "Don't you see?  While he'd
inside me you'll be holding me and kissing me.  He'll donate the sperm
but to make a baby you need love too.  I need you to be loving me wile
he's fucking me."  

"But a threesome..." he said.  

She smiled at him in a special way, a way that melted his thoughts,
stirred his chest and sent heat flushing through his groin.  She
walked toward him, swaying.  "I don't think that one teeny-weeny..."
she said, and brought her mouth close to his, brushed her breasts
against his chest, and cupped his cock and balls in her hands...
"little threesome is going to be all that upsetting."  

When she sank to her knees, pulled down his zipper and fished his cock
out of his pants with her lips, he mentally signed the papers of
surrender.  In so doing, he had to suppress his doubts and fears, but
he couldn't erase the knowledge that he was going against his natural
grain and that he'd agreed to something that was potentially very
dangerous.  "Well," he thought, "Better to risk the marriage bravely
than let it fall apart because of cowardice.  

Later, after sex, he voiced his doubts, and she used the woman's
equivalent of logic, which is making her voice sound reasonable.
"It'll be a very fast thing," she said.  "And you'll have to approve
the man first.  We can ask the sperm bank to give us a list of
suitable candidates and you can meet with them, explain what we want.
And only when you're comfortable with one of them will we do it."  

"Comfortable picking a man to fuck you?" he said.  

She pinched his nipples.  "And what if it does make you a little
jealous," she said.  "It'll only make our lovemaking sweeter when he
goes.  I want your sperm inside me right after his."  

"Won't that make it a bit crowded in there?"

"Silly," she replied.  "His are there to do a specific job; yours are
there because you own the place."  

"You sure the kid will be healthy being conceived in the midst of all
this strangeness?" he asked.  

"It's always a risk no matter how you do it," she replied.  

Finally, he accepted the idea.  He was ready not only to go along but
to take an active part in engineering the strange encounter.  Two days
later he contacted the sperm bank, and he and Laura went over and were
shown profiles on a number of candidates - physical descriptions,
medical reports, personal histories - but no names and telephone
numbers.  They sifted through the dossiers and chose a man who seemed
ideal.  Then, two hundred dollars slipped to a file clerk got them the
information they needed.  

Tom called Jack and met with him alone at first.  He found the young
man-ten years his junior-rather likeable, good-natured and a bit
simple-minded.  He felt completely unthreatened.  Jack suspected some
kind of trick, but before long he accepted that the offer was sincere
and agreed to go along.  Tom told him that Laura was due to ovulate in
about ten days, and that they'd call him when the time was precisely
right.  

"What did you think of him?" Laura asked when Tom returned.  

"Seems healthy and decent," Tom told her.  "I think it'll be all
right."  

(End of Part 1 of 3.)
The Conscientious Cuckhold  (MMF, cons, rom, DP/anal, impreg)  Part 2 of 3...

THE CONSCIENTIOUS CUCKOLD  by Marco Vassi

Subject Matter: MMF, Consensual, Romance, Double Penetration
(Oral/Vaginal & Oral/Anal), Impregnation.

PART  2  OF  3

He had no second thoughts until the afternoon they called Jack.  When
he realized the event would be that night, Tom became apprehensive.
And his concern grew when Jack arrived, especially when he saw the
appreciative gleam in the other man's eyes as he looked at Laura.  The
three of them had some wine and went into the bedroom where they
undressed.  Laura lay back on the bed and, as prearranged, Tom went
down on her to prepare for Jack's penetration.  When he'd finished, he
moved away and watched as Jack stepped forward, preceded by an
eight-inch shaft of velvet gristle.  

Tom looked from the erection to the young man's eyes, and all his
notions about Jack's harmlessness were shattered.  The blandness had
been wiped away by a smirking lust and it was obvious that Jack had
totally forgotten the biological reason for his being there.  He'd
been poleaxed by pussy and was reacting like any stud in heat.  

That was only the first blow, however.  When Tom turned his head to
look at Laura his vision went dark.  She was looking at Jack's cock
with unconcealed anticipation.  Tom knew that her desire was for what
it would deliver, but the sight of his wife gazing at another man's
cock with such desire unhinged him.  "I can't handle this," Tom
thought as he swayed on his feet.  

"Tom," Laura said softly as he fought the pull of unconsciousness.  He
focussed his eyes and looked at her.  She held out her arms just as
Jack knelt on the bed between her thighs.  And with the taste of
despair and Laura's cunt still on his tongue he leaned down and lay on
the bed next to his wife.  He nestled his head between her breasts as
she put her arms around him and lifted her knees to present herself to
the other man.  

Although he wasn't looking, Tom knew the instant that Jack had
penetrated her.  He could feel the sense of contact draining from
Laura's hands.  He lifted his head and looked into her eyes.  They
were foggy and unseeing.  As he watched, a sigh escaped her lips, then
a moan.  His heart broke as she reached for him again and pulled his
face toward hers, his mouth onto hers.  

Even though every fiber of his being protested what they were doing,
screamed in jealousy and outrage at the presence of the other man, at
Laura's automatic surrender to the invading phallus, he couldn't deny
her.  She slid her tongue between his lips and probed his mouth.  It
seemed his skull filled with the sound of bells pealing, and the
sensation momentarily drove away the awareness that at that moment
Jack was plunging his cock into her eager pussy.  

"This isn't so bad," he thought when he could think again.  "The stud
will come soon and we can send him home and pick up where we left off.
She'll be mine alone again, and there'll never be another man again.
No, never, never again."  The repetition of the phrase soothed him and
as he kissed Laura he even found himself smiling.  

"What...are...you...smiling...at? she said, the words punctuated by
gasps as jack continued to screw her.  

"Just feels good," Tom replied, but even as he spoke the feeling was
driven away and replaced by a cold shudder coursing down his spine as
he heard Jack mutter, "Yeah, baby, feels good."

With that, Jack changed his angle of penetration, coming up from
underneath, splitting Laura's pussy lips with uncanny precision.  Tom
was seized by vertigo as he watched Laura's slip away again.  Her eyes
rolled back in their sockets, and her eyelids slowly fluttered down
over the empty orbs.  Her hands dropped from Tom's back and fell to
her sides.  Jack began plunging into her, and her belly and breasts
shook with each thrust.  Her lips pursed into an O and she let out a
series of high-pitched cries.  

Tom turned his head sharply, away from Laura, and his eyes met Jack's.
The young man smiled.  "You're a lucky guy," he said.  "She's got a
real sweet pussy."  

Tom stiffened with anger.  Everything else disappeared except a sudden
murderous rage that made him tremble.  He wanted to swing a roundhouse
right and smash the other man's jaw.  But some shred of reason
remained, enough to restrain him.  He realized that Jack was young and
strong enough to shake off any blow he might throw, and it would be
frightful to introduce sudden violence when Laura was so vulnerable,
opening herself to be impregnated.  

If Jack saw how angry Tom was, he gave no indication.  He just kept
pumping into Laura with an almost insolent rhythm.  "Put your cock in
her mouth, man," he said, "I'd love to watch her suck cock while I'm
fucking her."  

"Wait a minute!" Tom wanted to shout.  "This is supposed to be a
simple, fast operation."  But again he held back.  He had too much
respect for the fragility and complexity of what they were doing to do
or say anything abrupt, anything harsh.  He knew that sex was always
chancy.  One could plan its course but it was always capable of
exploding, overwhelming the puny creatures who jump into the vast
torrent of erotic energy that is life on the planet.  He saw that his
judgements and feelings had to be held in abeyance; the die had been
cast and all he could do now was go along with however the scene
developed.  

"Yes-s-s-s-s," Laura hissed, cutting through his train of
introspection.  He hesitated a few seconds, then got to his knees and
knelt by her head.  She gazed up at him with desire and surprise, as
though she had just remembered that he was there, just remembered who
he was.  But he couldn't fault her for that since he barely recognized
her either.  She was rotating her hips, making her cunt do a wanton
dance on Jack's cock.  Her tongue lapped the air.  She had one hand on
each breast and was pinching her nipples.  

He slipped one hand under Laura's head and pulled her already open
mouth onto his gently throbbing shaft.  Her lips closed over the thick
phallus and at once began gobbling, moving toward the base.  Within
seconds she had swallowed him entirely, her face pressed against his
belly.  

"Oh yeah," Jack whispered, his voice cutting across Tom's brain like a
lash across a sunburned back.  Tom looked up and his eyes grew wide.
Jack was holding Laura's ankles and had spread her legs as far as his
arms reached.  His cock slid in and out of Laura's pussy with slow
insinuating strokes.  

Again Tom's anger flared but this time it was directed not at Jack but
at Laura.  "Bitch," he thought, "All that sweet talk about love and
biology, and all the slut wanted was two cocks inside her at the same
time.  The sperm didn't have to be implanted this way."  

He glared down at Laura and she saw the rage in his face.  It
frightened and excited her, making her suck with greater abandon, her
moist eyes pleading for forgiveness and approval even as her lips
caught his cock in a sliding vacuum of tongue-lapping lust.  The
interplay between husband and wife fed Jack's excitement and he pushed
Laura's ankles together, keeping her legs raised, fucking her in the
diaper position, one which implies a certain familiarity and intimacy.


None of that was lost on Tom and he hissed, "All right, here's what
you want.  take it."  And with that he began fucking her mouth.  He
grabbed her hair with one hand and held her head steady as he thrust
between her lips, past her tongue and into her throat with hard, even
strokes.  Her moans bubbled up around his cock and saliva dribbled
from the corners of her mouth.  For a long time the two men banged
her, silently stabbing her with their erections, working with great
concentration on the task of reducing her to a throbbing, drooling
mindlessness.  

Jack pushed Laura's legs down until her knees were squashing her
breasts and her cunt pushed forward from between stretched rounded
buttocks.  Tom seized her head with both hands and slid it up and down
on his cock, using her mouth to masturbate with.  He lifted and shoved
it down again and again until she couldn't maintain any pressure at
all in her lips and became the slack slick instrument he wanted.  

By then Jack was slamming his whole weight into Laura's uptilted
pussy.  Tom could feel the vibrations of the other man's thrusts on
the head of his own cock.  Laura had become a sexual sounding board
and the two men fed and were fed by the continually intensifying hum
of her mounting excitement.  Tom realized he'd never seen or felt her
so hot before, and was torn between his almost crazed rapture in the
moment and his concern about whether his marriage would survive the
experience.  

The ride lasted along time, and it subsided spontaneously, the two men
slowing their momentum and gradually bringing the mare they'd been
riding down from a gallop to a canter to a walk and finally had her
standing still, sweating, quivering, her nostrils trembling from the
deep ragged breaths that racked her frame.  The first thought in Tom's
mind was, "He didn't come.  The whole point of this was to get the
sperm, and the son of a bitch still hasn't come!"  

He looked over at Jack.  The young man smiled at him, winked, and
began moving his pelvis again.  This time there was no tension; Jack's
thrusts into Laura's cunt were casual, conversational.  He poked and
sloshed about inside her the way an old friend will gently pick apart
your rationalizations during some lazy talk after dinner.  His eyes
were laughing, he made small kissing motions with his lips.  Tom
turned his head sharply and looked at Laura.  Here eyes were closed,
her mouth was open, and between her brows danced the shadow of a
frown.  She was obviously in ecstasy.  

Tom sat back on his calves, his hands in his lap.  His head fell
forward, his chin resting on his chest.  Laura couldn't see him and
Jack didn't care if the husband wanted to bow out for a while, he
enjoyed having the woman to himself.  For Tom the scene had taken on
the quality of a nightmare.  Because his and Laura's fidelity had been
so absolute, with neither of them even having flirted with anyone in
six years, he had no defense against jealousy.  And what he felt just
then went far beyond jealousy, for the worst was happening right
before him.  Laura had forgotten him and was giving herself to another
man.  

(End of Part 2 of 3.)



THE CONSCIENTIOUS CUCKOLD PART 3  


THE CONSCIENTIOUS CUCKOLD  by Marco Vassi

Subject Matter: MMF, Consensual, Romance, Double Penetration
(Oral/Vaginal & Oral/Anal), Impregnation.

PART  3  OF  3

He heard a sound, a shift in breathing, and then the rustle of bodies
changing position.  He opened his eyes and almost swooned.
Jack was lying on his back and Laura was crouched over him.  Her lips
were glued to his and in their cheeks Tom could see the movement
of tongues.  Laura's ass gyrated in a steady pattern three long
slow rotations, a lift, and a long excruciating descent, ending
in a sharp spasm and several shudders.  

Tom was hypnotized and might have stared at the motion for hours
except for Jack's voice snapping him from the trance.  "Fuck
her in the ass, man," Jack said.  "Let's double-team her."  

To Tom's own amazement, the suggestion sounded sensible.  It
seemed the obvious thing to do.  All that was required was shifting
his loyalty, putting the husband-wife bond behind the male-male
bond.  In his ordinary consciousness such a thing would be
inconceivable, but at that instant the legal and emotional ties of marriage 
seemed artificial and distant in relation to the sheer animal
exuberance to be found in two men fucking a woman simultaneously.  

"Well yes," Tom thought, "Fuck her and double-fuck her.  I
love her dearly but she is, after all, just another cunt."  

He leaned forward and got on all fours and walked on hands and knees
to the necessary spot on the bed.  For a few minutes he did nothing
but watch Laura's pussy rotate, rise up and slide down on
Jacks' thick glistening shaft.  Then he observed the way her asshole
clenched, twisted and opened at various points of the ride.  Smiling
with almost imbecilic abandon, he reached into the drawer of the night
table and lifted a jar of lubricant.  He opened the lid, scooped three
fingers into the scented jelly, and roughly smeared the gob between
Laura's buttocks.  

"He gets her pussy and offers me her asshole," Tom said to himself.
"Which is more than she ever offered."  He put one hand on Laura's hip
and inched forward, his cock swelling into a fierce erection.  "We can
sort it all out later," he thought.  "Right now I'm going to split her in half."  

He tossed the jar over his shoulder like a champagne glass into a
fireplace.  He slid his cock into the crevice between her buttocks and
let the friction of her movement fire it into steely hardness.  Then
he grasped the shaft in his right hand and brought the tip to her
pulsing anus.  He'd had anal sex with Laura many times before, but
this was definitely going to be something else.  

He kept himself still, and Laura began reaching for him, lifting her
ass higher and higher at each point in her tantalizing grind.  Finally
she was able to push herself far enough onto him to engulf the entire
head of his cock.  In order to do that she had to let Jack's cock
slide out of her cunt.  She cried out, reached down to grab the
flapping penis, and sat on it again, this time leaving Tom in the
cold.  Tom shook his head once to clear it and lowered himself onto
her, this time penetrating into her asshole while Jack's
cock was still lodged deep in her pussy.  

Laura opened her mouth as wide as her lips would stretch, but no sound
came out.  Her arms flew out to her sides and froze there. Her hands
went into spasms, her fingers curling and twitching. Whether what she
felt was pleasure or pain or something beyond both, neither man could
tell because they were too locked into the compelling focus of the
moment.  

They hung like that for a long while.  Then, Laura groaned and relaxed
the last small stretch of reserve.  Both Tom and jack sank one final
quarter inch into her.  their cocks touched through the thin membrane
separating cunt from colon.  The contact was like the toss of a match
into a can of gasoline.  All at once, they exploded.  '

The two men hunched back simultaneously and then flung themselves at
one another through her, their cocks converging, competing to see
which could penetrate her more deeply, which make the strongest
impression.  She made a sound like that of a rusty nail being pulled
from an ancient board.  She was hot, she was wet, she was open, and
two stiff sizzling cocks were up inside her, just warming up to take
her for a the ride of her life.  

Laura lifted her mouth from Jack's and raised her head. Jack brought
his hand to her lips and slipped two fingers past her teeth and onto
her tongue.  She began licking and sucking his fingers as she would a
cock.  This enflamed the men even more and their thrusts grew fiercer.
They pounded and sliced into her with such controlled fury that she
could no longer keep her head up and rested it on Jack's shoulder.  At
that point, Jack and Tom found themselves looking into each other's
eyes.  

"You should be about ready to do what you came here for,"
Tom said.  

"Let's go for it," Jack replied.  

The sound of their words roused Laura from the oblivion where she'd
begun to wander.  She remembered who she was, and what was
happening. Although she'd been there for the whole process, she was
still somewhat astonished to find herself being double-fucked by
her husband and some a strange young man.  She also became aware that it
wasn't going to go on for very much longer .  This made her want it
more, so she brought her hands down behind her and pulled her ass
cheeks apart, and reached further and pressed her pussy lips apart.  The
gesture was free and shameless, a complete offering of the inmost
recesses of the temple to the ravagings of a priapic frenzy.  

Tom ground into her, his cock probing her bowels, his pubic bone
bruising the base of her spine.  She started to move, a churning,
shoveling motion.  Jack lifted his ass from the bed to press more
deeply into her.  All niceties of identity dissolved and they were
swept into the orgasmic mood.  They were in a state of pure rut,
beyond simple desire or lust.  There was only the gnawing convulsion
of hunger for some ultimate fulfillment, some absolute release.  

They went on for half an hour, cresting and resting, each swell and
spasm of excitement more intense that the one before.  Until there
came a moment when orgasm was imminent. They all felt it and sounds
burbled from their mouths, giving way to long tremulous cries and
wails as the three of them were sucked into climax.  

Tom felt his thighs and belly tingle, his scrotum tighten. And even
as his sperm began boiling and came sailing out, he knew that Jack,
like a mirror image, was splashing his semen across the walls of
Laura's cunt.  Laura whimpered as she contracted asshole and
pussy, covering the spurting shafts with kisses.  There was a deep
powerful throbbing in her womb which sent ripples through her entire
body, making her tremble in an ongoing delicate ecstasy.  

They lay like that for a very long time before they were willing to
return to conventional reality.  When they did, the first thing that
had to be dealt with was the bodies.  Tom pushed back with his arms
and raised himself from the pile.  His cock slid out of Laura's ass.
She twitched and let out a sigh of disappointment.  A few moments
later she rolled off Jack and onto her back.  Tom looked down at the
two of them lying side by side and they stared back at him. There was
an awareness that any word would cheapen the feelings of that moment
and no one wanted to be the first to speak.  

Finally, Jack sat up.  "Well, I guess I'll be going," he
said.  

"Oh," Laura said.  Suddenly she was embarrassed to be lying naked with
the two men.  "I'll get dressed'" she went on.  "Why don't we all have
coffee?" she concluded.  She sat up and hoisted herself off the bed.
"Yes," she said, "I'll get dressed and make some coffee."  

The three of them sat in the kitchen, elbows on the table. Jack told
them that he'd quit his job a year earlier and was now working for an
escort service.  He'd given his sperm to the sperm bank two years
before and when Tom called him had forgotten that he'd done it or why.
He told them that this was by no means the only threesome he'd been
in.  "But it sure was the kinkiest," he assured them in a way that
made them feel complimented.  

When he left they told him they'd call to let him know if the
procedure had been successful.  "Hey, anytime," he said, "No
charge." He jabbed Tom lightly in the ribs, kissed Laura on the lips,
and went off into the night.  

Laura made more coffee and she and Tom took their cups into the living
room.  They sat on the couch and sipped in silence for a while.  

"It was O.K.?" Laura asked at last.  

"Well, we'll see.  First we have to find out if you're pregnant, and
nine months later see what we've wrought, and then one day explain to
the kid that his real father is a male hooker who dropped by one
evening."  

"Are ~you~ O.K.?" she asked.

"There were some hard moments, but I'm fine."  

She laid her head on his shoulder.  "There were a lot of hard
moments," she said.  

He put his arm around her.  "You got pretty wanton.  How could we help
it?"

They sat quietly for a few more minutes, doing nothing but breathing
and feeling, letting the awareness of what they'd just done sink in,
realizing that they'd come through it, still married, still in love,
still wanting one another.  

"It's not something or is it that you might want to do again.  Just
for fun," he said.  

She let his question hang in the air for a while.  Then she brought
one hand up to his chest and began rubbing one nipple through the thin
cloth of his shirt.  "Not just for fun," she said.  She glanced up at
him and their eyes met.  Their look was filled with confidence and
delight.  "But why not have a couple of kids?" she went on.


He leaned back and let his head sink into the top of the couch.  As
Laura unbuttoned his shirt and slipped her hand onto his skin, he
closed his eyes and smiled.  "Actually, I've always wanted a large
family," he said.  

(End of Part 3 of 3.)