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.)