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There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons. Story Content:(MM/F, MM, MF, Impreg) 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. STORY TITLE: STUDIES IN TEMPTATION BY C.D.E. "Yes Cecil, it reflects on me, not you, when I get pregnant with another man's baby." His wife said bluntly. "It shows that I've failed you as a wife." "But Dee, you don't have to have ..." "You know I don't believe in abortion. No honey, I have to let this go to term so you can rub my nose in my infidelity and mentally punish me every time you remind me the child is not yours." "Oh Dee, don't talk like that. You know I love you too much to do something like that. You know I'll accept the child as if it were my own." "You're a good husband Cecil. A wife couldn't ask for better. I love you so much darling." She gave her husband a wet French kiss. "Who is the father this time?" Her husband asked gingerly. "Paul of course. You know I only study temptation with one man at a time until I've failed. After I'm pregnant, then of course other men have the right to humiliate and sexually scold me." Indeed her husband knew she was faithful to her so called temptation lovers, if not to him. "Dee, I know Paul is a friend and member of the church, but I wish you wouldn't have brought him to the house so often. I'm tired of sleeping on the couch while you and your temptation partners are in the master bedroom, tempting each other." "But honey, that makes it easier for you to gather evidence of our failures at resisting our temptations." She said looking at him as if his question was stupid. "If we were somewhere else, you'd only have circumstantial evidence. Most of the evidence would be wiped away. My wet smeared pussy would be just that. You wouldn't be sure of who the man was either. But this way, when he wakes you, as he's leaving, and sends you to the bedroom. You confront me with gobs of semen leaking from my swollen raw pussy. You have hard evidence that he and I yielded to temptation." "I-I guess you're right about that." He replied meekly. "By investigating closely and interrogating my cunt with your probing tongue, you have all the proof you need that indeed it's sperm and not something else like spilled lotion or facial cream." "About that, you keep insisting I lap and suck all his semen out of you, I don't think it's nec ." "Darling it's necessary because it shows you're the better man." "I-It does?" Her husband had never been told that before. His eyes opened wide. "Of course. He wasn't man enough to clean up his mess, but you were. Besides darling, it shows you're a good Christian husband and that you forgive me for failing in my temptation." "I-I see." Her husband replied trying to absorb his wife's logic. "Also honey, you know how aroused you are after collecting the evidence. I couldn't have you do that without getting his stuff out of the way first. And also, you know that you also reduce the chance of me getting pregnant. Don't you remember the Reverend and Mother Maggie telling you that?" Cecil remembered it all too well. "Dee, since we're on that topic . I know what the Church recommends, and I know we've discussed this before, but I wish you'd use some protection or make him use a rubber like you make me?" "Honey, you know my feelings on that. Every since I've failed my first temptation studies with a man other than you, I've felt that I didn't deserve the honor of skin to skin contact with your prick in me. I'm a branded fallen woman. My pussy is adulterous. Your faithful prick isn't. Hence that's why I didn't want to taint your faithful prick. We can make love, but I won't let my adultery rub off on you. I just couldn't have that." "I-I don't mind dear. I-I'd really love to have raw sex with you. I hate those rubbers. I haven't felt your pussy with my prick since we've been married. That was ten years ago." "Time really flies doesn't it. No dear, I'm sorry. You'll continue to use condoms indefinitely. We've been through this all before, Not until I succeed in avoiding sexual temptation, without failing you, will I be worthy of thee to have your faithful and true prick in me, skin to skin, unencumbered. The Reverend and Mother Maggie also agree that things be done this way." "I wish we could work on our problems without them getting involved." "They have been very helpful and you know it. Why don't you tell them you don't like them getting involved in our business?" She looked at her husband with a wicked smirk on her face. He knew what was behind her smile. He knew that his wife knew he didn't have the backbone to stand up to either of them. "M-Maybe one day I will. B-But that's not important at the moment. I still say you should use protection." "If I was on the pill or whatever, the temptation to have sex with another man, and cheat on you, would be too great and too easy. It would be so easy to get rid of the evidence, his cum in my cunt. With no threat of a pregnancy, it all could be swept easily under the rug. I could tell you nothing happened and that I resisted my sexual temptations successfully. Now without any protection, I can't lie to you. Neither he or I. I'm forced to show you the spermy evidence of our failed temptation session, because for every failure there is the possibility of me getting impregnated. Plus, for each failure, it makes me stronger at resisting him. It takes me longer to give in before failing again. About the time I'm strong enough to resist temptation with that man I've ended up pregnant. The key is for me to resist temptation all together, which means avoiding sex and of course pregnancy." "You know I'm proud of you getting stronger in that regard, but now that you're pregnant again, I hope you don't feel you have to get absolution from the Reverend, the deacon board and try to atone for your failure by helping other men to relieve their temptation in you." "You know I have to ask for the blessings of the Reverend and the deacon board. Don't you think it'd be unfair to the other men in the church if I didn't include them too?" "I really don't care about them. It's bad enough I have to suck the cum of the Reverend and the deacon board, all twelve of them, out of you when they come over here together. But when all the other men of the Church come over, they really leave us a lot of spunk. I really hate coming home to see a line of men out to the sidewalk waiting for their turn to fuck you to relieve their temptation." "Well at least your job routinely gives you the first week off to be with me when my pregnancy is published in the local paper. The men really enjoy seeing you go down on me after they relieve their temptation. And I've been meaning to tell you about your changed attitude. I think it's better than before. But the men don't mean anything hurtful or demeaning when they ask you get on your knees and suck and clean my pussy juice off their big cocks. You could look a bit more cheerful, after all they are guest in our home. You should be more eager rather than acting homophobic. Didn't Mother Maggie and the Reverend talk to you about that?" "T-They did. T-They, er, helped me see what you're saying. It still bothers me, b-but I-I go along with whoever request that I do it for them now." "That's better, maybe later, you'll feel comfortable enough to ask everybody rather than wait for them to ask you. But I'm not complaining, I'm thankful for your changed attitude. By the way, wasn't it that your attitude changed after the Reverend and Mother Maggie took you out in the church garden to pray on this matter?" "Y-Yes that was the time." He replied softly. "Yes. That's right. I remember you having a hard time sitting down afterwards. I remember you saying something about while praying you knelt in some poison Ivy and getting a rash. You were having problems sitting down for over a week." "I-I try to forget about it." He spoke sheepishly. He wondered if his wife really knew what occurred. How the big strong Reverend slapped him around, tied him to a tree, bared his rear, and let Mother Maggie exorcised the devils out of him with over a dozen thin tree switches, until they were well worn out. Cecil remembered the intensity of the pain and lost count after the number of lashes went into triple digits. He remembered fainting from the pain. He'd put it behind him. He knew his place. He knew there was no sense in dwelling on history. His concern now was trying to get his wife to see his perspective on things. "Dear, I really don't agree with the reverend that we have to save all the cum when they all come to pull a train, I-I mean admonish you. It just doesn't seem necessary that we have to save all your cunt drippings when I'm not here or am too full to swallow any more." "There'll be no talk against the church in this house Cecil! I should report you to Mother Maggie!" "O-Okay. I-I'm sorry. Please don't get her on my case. It's just that I still haven't finished up three quarts of frozen cunt drippings from your last failure." "I'll prepare you a hot bowl of it to go with your dinner tonight." "Uh, o-o-okay." The chagrin look was very evident on Cecil's long sad face. "Mom! Dad! Look at the butterfly we just caught." Cecil and Dee heard their parental names being called by their flock of kids as the patter of a multitude of feet eventually surrounded them on the patio. Their were six of them. The range was from two years to 10 years old. None of them shown any family resemblance to Cecil. They were all by other men. They were products of his wife's temptation failures. While the kids were there, their mother announced that a new brother or sister was on the way. They were all joyous. The picking of the name was talked about. Their mother settled that quickly. "If a boy, it'll be named Paul. Paulette if a girl." She looked smugly at her tight lipped husband. He was not joyous. EPILOGUE: Cecil's wife gave birth to a strapping baby boy. As customary, he carried his real father's first name and Cecil's last. Eight months had past. Cecil and Dee and their family were settling in and adapting to their seventh new bundle of joy. The doorbell rang. One of the kids answered. Cecil's heart dropped when Mother Maggie walked in with a newcomer to the village. She introduced him to the family. His name was Frank. He would be Cecil's wife's new partner to study temptation with. THE END NOTE FROM AUTHOR: If you like these type fictional stories from me, feel free to send comments or some ideas for future story plots to C.D.E. at ccwriter@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________ The Kristen Archives