================================================================ C D E' S S T O R Y A R C H I V E All stories in this archive are the property of the author. They may be downloaded and read by private citizens. They are not to be used by commercial web sites. Persons using this material on commercial sites will be *vigorously* pursued by the hounds from hell, or my legal team, whichever is deemed necessary. (These stories were written for *adult* entertainment and should not be accessed by children, or childish people masquerading as adults. ================================================================ TITLE: MOTHER NATURE (M+/F, MF, Impreg, FemDom) TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE Copyright c November 1999 By C.D.E. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit. This story may be freely distributed for personal use with this notice attached. All Characters And Events Depicted In This Story Are Purely Fictional. There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons. Story Content:(M+/F, MF, Impreg, FemDom) WARNING: THIS STORY IS A PURE SEXUAL FANTASY. 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 STORY: Mother Nature Author C.D.E. My wife has just broken out her maternity wardrobe again. So I guess this is way of letting me know she's with child again. I tell you, it's the most uncanny thing. She seems to get pregnant no matter which brand of condoms I buy. She has problems with the pill and doesn't get along well with other methods of birth control protection, so I end up using a latex barrier. But because of condom failures due to pin hole leaks or something like that, we have three beautiful children. The other unfortunate coincidence is that each of our kids have always favored someone other than me. Two favor my uncles who were visiting around the time she conceived them by me. Our last child favored an old boyfriend of hers who came by to wish us well in our marriage. That made me feel good for an old beau of her's to be man enough to come by and admit she married a better man than he was. But back to this thing about who the kids resemble, I'm telling you, Mother Nature works in strange ways. My wife says it has something to do with the horoscope, the stars, and the alignment of the planets. My wife says that because she was around them at a certain time, that they transmitted their looks to the baby while it was in the oven. Her mom said the same thing. I respect her mother, so it must be true. My mother-in-law always told me that I should marry her daughter because I could provide a good living for her and allow her the emotional space and freedom she needed. I assured my mother-in-law that I would get as large a house as I could afford, with a good bit of ground so that my new bride would have plenty of space, and freedom to plant as big a garden and as many flower beds as her little heart desired. My wife's mother always liked to compliment me by saying that when the brains were passed out I didn't have to worry, I got my teaspoonful. I'm telling you, it's good to have a mother-in-law that thinks a lot of you and respects your intelligence. I wasn't very experienced with women or sex when I married Jean. Both she and her mother and others in her family liked that quality about me. I was virtually a virgin, that is except for the hand pussy I gave myself from time to time over the years. Jean wasn't a virgin, but her mom told me that an experienced woman was a great asset, because she'd sowed her wild oats and now was ready to settle down with a nice man such as myself. My mother-in-law warned me against dating or marrying less experienced women who, will be easily charmed by a good looking face or sexy clothes on a fast talking huckster. "No Joe, with my Jean you won't have that problem. She's had at least 10 steady boyfriends since graduating high school, five years ago. Slept with all of them." Her mom also said she lost count of the non-steady, just overnight dates my new bride-to-be, had with different guys. My wife likes for guys to tell her jokes. It really gets her in a sexy mood. It all started when after the reception on our wedding night when I went looking for her after she'd danced away with one of my uncles. Well I found them when they were returning from his car. As they were walking toward me he was telling her another joke from his endless repertoire. Later that night in our wedding bed, she wanted me to see her pussy to show me how excited she'd gotten from all the jokes my Uncle Teddy had told her. Her lovely cunt was not only heated, but was oozing this milky whitish goo. She showed me how to make mouth love to her. She really enjoyed me doing that. From that night on, she always like for me to lick and swallow all her love goo down before she and I have sex. I can tell when she's not excited, because her pussy doesn't have that exotic smell and love goo, as when she's excited from laughing at other's jokes. It also seems that it only works if men tell her the jokes. It's worth it for me to let her go see one of my uncles or even some of her old boyfriends to tell her jokes so I can get her good love goo. She really comes good when I lap her when her creamy love goo is leaking and dripping out of her. Another thing I don't understand is why she has to have my uncle and the other fellows to tell her jokes in the bedroom, when she's at our house, before she gets excited. It takes them about 45 minutes to an hour to get her all heated up with their jokes before she's ready for me to come in and do my husbandly conjugal duty. It's been this way for the whole seven years we've been married. Oh well, I guess that's just the way she is. I`m wondering who the baby is going to look like this time? I'll have to keep an eye out for who's around her the most this time. I hope it's me. That's another thing I haven't figured out yet is why the youngun doesn't take after me, since I spend so much time around her. I'm telling you, Mother Nature is strange. ###END### Send comments or ideas to CDE at ccwriter@hotmail.com __________________________________________________________ The Kristen Archives