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There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons. 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. ###END### Like these type fictional stories? Want more? Send comments or ideas for future stories to CDE at ccwriter@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________ The Kristen Archives