At My Husband's Urging
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Re: At My Husband's Urging
HI, everyone. This segment I am postintg today is a short one, but the next one will be much longer. Enjoy...
Mel always called me the day after we had sex to thank me and tell me how much he appreciated me. The only times he told me that he loved me were when we were having sex, and then he only uttered those words a few times. However he always thanked me before he left my bed. Usually a day or two later he would send me flowers and candy for the boys. A few times he gave me a nice gift or a gift certificate. He had very good taste, and every jewelry gift was very nice. I did not like to have him buy me intimate clothing. I preferred a gift card so I could buy my own. I never liked to have Gary buy me underwear, either, but he used to do that for Christmas.
About six weeks after we had spent that nice weekend at the upscale resort Mel called to give me some intriguing news. He had to go to a business meeting in Las Vegas. He had been given a three-night package, complete with airfare and accommodations, for him and his spouse. Of course he had no spouse, but he wanted me to accompany him. “I only have to make a couple appearances at meetings, so most of the time I can be with you,” said Mel. He said that he would ask Gary at work that day if he would object to having me go with him - that is if I wanted to go. Well, you know my answer. Of course I wanted to go. So Mel got together with my husband, and my husband was agreeable. I really did not expect my husband to agree to my spending three nights with my lover, but Gary assured me that evening that he did not mind if I wanted to go. That surprised me. Gary had not been too keen on my accompanying Mel on that weekend trip earlier; and whenever he had to be gone overnight or longer to get cars he would not allow me to have Mel come over.
As soon as I told the good news to Mel he made all the arrangements.The trip would be the following week, leaving on Tuesday and returning Friday. Gary volunteered to take his vacation time to stay at home to babysit, but my sister agreed to take my boys for the four days.
As soon as relayed the good news to Mel he began making all the arrangements for our trip together. The trip would be the following week, leaving on Tuesday and returning Friday. Gary volunteered to take his vacation time to stay at home, but my sister agreed to take my boys for the four days.
Preparing for my trip was so exciting. I thought of Mel, but I also thought about my wonderful husband. I am a very lucky wife to have such a kind and loving husband who is truly interested in pleasing his wife.
As soon as I relayed the good news to Mel he began making all the arrangements for our trip together. The trip would be the following week, leaving on Tuesday and returning Friday. Gary volunteered to take his vacation time to stay at home, but my sister agreed to take my boys for the four days.
Preparing for my trip was so exciting. I thought of Mel, but I also thought about my wonderful husband. I am a very lucky wife to have such a kind and loving husband who is truly interested in pleasing his wife.
Mel always called me the day after we had sex to thank me and tell me how much he appreciated me. The only times he told me that he loved me were when we were having sex, and then he only uttered those words a few times. However he always thanked me before he left my bed. Usually a day or two later he would send me flowers and candy for the boys. A few times he gave me a nice gift or a gift certificate. He had very good taste, and every jewelry gift was very nice. I did not like to have him buy me intimate clothing. I preferred a gift card so I could buy my own. I never liked to have Gary buy me underwear, either, but he used to do that for Christmas.
About six weeks after we had spent that nice weekend at the upscale resort Mel called to give me some intriguing news. He had to go to a business meeting in Las Vegas. He had been given a three-night package, complete with airfare and accommodations, for him and his spouse. Of course he had no spouse, but he wanted me to accompany him. “I only have to make a couple appearances at meetings, so most of the time I can be with you,” said Mel. He said that he would ask Gary at work that day if he would object to having me go with him - that is if I wanted to go. Well, you know my answer. Of course I wanted to go. So Mel got together with my husband, and my husband was agreeable. I really did not expect my husband to agree to my spending three nights with my lover, but Gary assured me that evening that he did not mind if I wanted to go. That surprised me. Gary had not been too keen on my accompanying Mel on that weekend trip earlier; and whenever he had to be gone overnight or longer to get cars he would not allow me to have Mel come over.
As soon as I told the good news to Mel he made all the arrangements.The trip would be the following week, leaving on Tuesday and returning Friday. Gary volunteered to take his vacation time to stay at home to babysit, but my sister agreed to take my boys for the four days.
As soon as relayed the good news to Mel he began making all the arrangements for our trip together. The trip would be the following week, leaving on Tuesday and returning Friday. Gary volunteered to take his vacation time to stay at home, but my sister agreed to take my boys for the four days.
Preparing for my trip was so exciting. I thought of Mel, but I also thought about my wonderful husband. I am a very lucky wife to have such a kind and loving husband who is truly interested in pleasing his wife.
As soon as I relayed the good news to Mel he began making all the arrangements for our trip together. The trip would be the following week, leaving on Tuesday and returning Friday. Gary volunteered to take his vacation time to stay at home, but my sister agreed to take my boys for the four days.
Preparing for my trip was so exciting. I thought of Mel, but I also thought about my wonderful husband. I am a very lucky wife to have such a kind and loving husband who is truly interested in pleasing his wife.
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deena4
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Hi, everyone. Today I am posting an account of my Las Vegas trip with my lover. Enjoy.
Tuesday morning Gary drove me and the boys to the airport. Gary wanted to go into the terminal with me, but I preferred to leave him at the curb. I did not want my sons to know I was going away with Mel. Also I thought it might be a little awkward to have both my lovers together, with one saying goodbye and the other leading me away. I did hug my husband tightly, and I again thanked him for allowing me to go with Mel. “Keep your panties on as much as you can,” Gary whispered. My reply was only a smile and another tight hug.
We were seated in first-class on the plane. We had a delightful breakfast, and Mel had two or three cocktails afterward. He had asked me to wear a dress on te flight, and soon I understood why. The drinks made him rather lovey-dovey, and I had to contend with his wandering hand sliding up under my dress. I was glad that the other passenger could not see it, but the flight attendant did. I think she stopped at our seats so often just to see what Mel was doing. Finally I told him to stop. Then he was content to put his arm around me, which led to disapproving stares from the passing passengers. One comment which Mel made I still remember: “I’m gonna pump so much of my love juice into you that my seed will be squirting out of your ears,” he said as he squeezed my hand. In the next three days he tried his best to prove that it was not an idle remark.
As soon as we reached our hotel room that Tuesday afternoon Mel grabbed ne in a tight embrace and again iterated what he had in store for me. At the time I laughed at what he was saying. I knew he wanted lots of sex, but I thought for sure that his bark was worse than his bite. Then, before we unpacked Mel began undressing me. “My ‘balls’ have been begging my ‘cock’ to empty them for over a week now. They are bursting with seed and begging to be emptied. You’re gonna get the biggest load in your ‘pussy’ that you have ever had”, he said as he picked me up and placed me on the bed. With very little foreplay he soon entered me and began pumping harder than he ever had. Very soon he began moaning, “Oh, ooh, ooh, oh God, oooh!” Mel never said anything while he was ejaculating, but he certainly did that time. Usually Mel continued gently thrusting after his climax, but that time he just collapsed on me for a few seconds before rolling off me.
That was a“first” for Mel. He always was so concerned over giving me sexual pleasure, but that time he left the bed and began dressing almost immediately. He did help me to my feet and gave me a soft kiss before saying, “God, you really emptied me, Dee. I think that was the biggest ‘load’ I ever dumped into a ‘cunt’”. I had to agree. His semen leaked out of me all afternoon. Although I never came close to having an orgasm I was glad that I had caused my lover to be so sated. I think that we women derive almost as much pleasure out of satisfying our lovers’ sexual needs as we get from an orgasm. At least I do.
That sex act was only a preview of what was to come on my Las Vegas trip. I think we had sex twelve times on that trip, but it might have been more. Most semen is supposedly absorbed, but not for me. It all seems to leak out, and I had a napkin in my panties almost all the time we were together on that trip.
As soon as we were again dressed we finally unpacked. That took quite a while. Mel was in a very passionate mood, and it was all I could do to get my clothes on without having Mel copulate with me again. Then we finally went downstairs to the casino. Mel had to leave right away for a couple hours to attend a business meeting. He gave me fifty dollars to gamble away. I was able to play the quarter slot machines for a couple hours, and I was ready to quit when Mel returned . Instead we stayed for another hour. I lost all my money, and Mel lost a great deal at the blackjack table. Mel insisted on going to another casino for dinner, and it was after ten o’clock before we were back in our room.
What a wonderful night! After our shower and very satisfying sex Mel had me so sated I wanted only to sleep. As usual, Mel took his time with me, using his tongue very effectively before inserting his wonderful penis to finish the sex act. I fell asleep joined to Mel by his gorgeous “love muscle”, as he called his male appendage. We lay cuddled closely, with my back against his belly. About an hour later I awakened to the pleasant feelings of his penis moving slowly back and forth. That culminated in another flood of semen into me. It felt good, and I squeezed Mel’s hand to let him know that I was aware of what he had just done in me.
In the morning I awakened before Mel. Lying there waiting for Mel to awaken I thought about my darling husband. I was grateful that I had a husband who was willing to allow his wife to have such extramarital pleasure. I loved him even more for his sacrifices.
When Mel awakened his tumescent sex organ was ripe and ready, and we had a wonderful half hour in bed before having a joint shower. I needed that shower badly, and we lingered there for a long time before drying and dressing.
After breakfast we did more gambling. That morning Mel gave me more money before he left again for a meeting. By the time he returned for lunch I had more than doubled my money.
After lunch Mel had to have more sex. It was his dessert, he said. I felt in a good mood, too, after winning some money, but I did not like the inconvenience and messiness involved. After cleaning up we went shopping. We were planning to go to a club that Mel had visited on an earlier trip. I think he was anxious to take me there to display his “trophy” to the lusting black men there. We found a beautiful evening dress, but the price was too much. Well, Mel bought it anyway, in spite of my protests.
We took a cab to the nightclub after dinner. I was not exactly thrilled with it. There were a few black males with their white wives or girlfriends, but I never saw one white male. Two of the white women were obviously pregnant. One of them looked so sad and tired. I shuddered just thinking about it. Most of the white women were plump and I would say slovenly. In contrast, most of the black women were slimmer and more tastefully dressed.
Mel was not a good dancer, but he tried. He did allow me to dance with other men. In fact he encouraged me. I must have danced with at least six different partners, all good dancers. Their mouths were another matter. The language they used and the comments they made were revolting. I think every partner managed to press his egregious male appendages against my belly. That did not bother me. But most of the guys had to tell me how large their male members were, and what they would like to do to me with it. It made me sick. Why do men think that all women enjoy such filth?
Back in our room we had wonderful sex again. After our lovemaking Mel went downstairs and played poker, returning about four hours later. He was so excited, and he told me that he had won over $400 playing poker. He wanted sex again. I compromised, allowing him to put his turgid penis into my still well-lubricated vagina before I turned my back to him, cuddling tightly, and I went back to sleep. Some time later I felt his short, gentle thrusting; and very soon the warmth of his seemingly inexhaustible supply of seminal fluid inside me. It was almost six o’clock. While he slept I showered and went down to have breakfast.
That last evening we went to a big floor show. Mel did not like it ,but I did. We were back in our room by eleven. It was the tenth day of my menstrual cycle, and I told Mel that there would be no more sex after that night. I had not brought my diaphragm. We again had some very satisfying sex before Mel went back downstairs to play cards.
Mel did not return until after four o’clock in the morning. He was quite excited, explaining that he had won over $1200 at the card table. His exploring hands let me know that he wanted more sex. I wanted to keep him out of me, but he ignored my evasive actions. I finally relented when he asked in his soft, sweet pleading way if he could put his penis in me, promising that he would not ejaculate in my vagina. He said he just wanted to go to sleep joined with me this one final time.
I did not go back to sleep right away after we were joined. I did not trust him, and I was hoping that he would fall asleep and then I could squeeze him out. Unfortunately I fell asleep joined to him. I think that when he realized I was asleep he must have begun slowly pumping his penis inside me. I awakened when he pushed his tumescent organ as deeply as he could into me and let his fecundating fluid discharge into my vagina. I immediately rolled out of bed. Sleep was out of the question. I was very angry and disappointed that he would betray me that way. He told me that he was so sorry, and that his seed spurted out before he expected it. That was a big lie. I am sure that all males know ahead of time some way or other. I washed as much of him out of me as I could before showering and wiping off more of his dripping semen. Then I dressed and went downstairs.
It was already nearing seven o’clock. I was too upset to eat, so I played a slot machine for about a half hour and won about twenty dollars. While eating breakfast I bought a keno ticket, and I won almost $300. I decided to stay downstairs a little while longer, and that cost me about half my winnings before I went back to our room.
When I returned to our room about nine o’clock I awakened Mel. We had to leave for the airport in another hour. Mel had to shave and shower, and I warned him that he might not have time for breakfast. I began changing into my slacks for the plane ride home, but just when I was undressed Mel came out of the shower. He was nude and I was only in my panties. He grabbed me, threw me on the bed, and began making love to me. With very little foreplay he was soon inside me, and began pumping like crazy. He had never done anything like that before. He was wild and determined to mate with me like a feral animal. It seemed like a long time, but it was over quickly. Pushing in very hard, he stopped as deep inside me as he could push, and again released a torrent of semen into my unwilling vagina. My God! That was the last thing I wanted. I had to struggle to get him off me. I realized he was doing his best to keep his fecundating fluid inside me. I began crying, and that did it. He moved off me and began dressing. I rushed into the bathroom. It was the eleventh day of my cycle. I did not want those sperm cells swimming up inside me.
By the time we finished checking out it was half-past eleven. We had to hurry.
Tuesday morning Gary drove me and the boys to the airport. Gary wanted to go into the terminal with me, but I preferred to leave him at the curb. I did not want my sons to know I was going away with Mel. Also I thought it might be a little awkward to have both my lovers together, with one saying goodbye and the other leading me away. I did hug my husband tightly, and I again thanked him for allowing me to go with Mel. “Keep your panties on as much as you can,” Gary whispered. My reply was only a smile and another tight hug.
We were seated in first-class on the plane. We had a delightful breakfast, and Mel had two or three cocktails afterward. He had asked me to wear a dress on te flight, and soon I understood why. The drinks made him rather lovey-dovey, and I had to contend with his wandering hand sliding up under my dress. I was glad that the other passenger could not see it, but the flight attendant did. I think she stopped at our seats so often just to see what Mel was doing. Finally I told him to stop. Then he was content to put his arm around me, which led to disapproving stares from the passing passengers. One comment which Mel made I still remember: “I’m gonna pump so much of my love juice into you that my seed will be squirting out of your ears,” he said as he squeezed my hand. In the next three days he tried his best to prove that it was not an idle remark.
As soon as we reached our hotel room that Tuesday afternoon Mel grabbed ne in a tight embrace and again iterated what he had in store for me. At the time I laughed at what he was saying. I knew he wanted lots of sex, but I thought for sure that his bark was worse than his bite. Then, before we unpacked Mel began undressing me. “My ‘balls’ have been begging my ‘cock’ to empty them for over a week now. They are bursting with seed and begging to be emptied. You’re gonna get the biggest load in your ‘pussy’ that you have ever had”, he said as he picked me up and placed me on the bed. With very little foreplay he soon entered me and began pumping harder than he ever had. Very soon he began moaning, “Oh, ooh, ooh, oh God, oooh!” Mel never said anything while he was ejaculating, but he certainly did that time. Usually Mel continued gently thrusting after his climax, but that time he just collapsed on me for a few seconds before rolling off me.
That was a“first” for Mel. He always was so concerned over giving me sexual pleasure, but that time he left the bed and began dressing almost immediately. He did help me to my feet and gave me a soft kiss before saying, “God, you really emptied me, Dee. I think that was the biggest ‘load’ I ever dumped into a ‘cunt’”. I had to agree. His semen leaked out of me all afternoon. Although I never came close to having an orgasm I was glad that I had caused my lover to be so sated. I think that we women derive almost as much pleasure out of satisfying our lovers’ sexual needs as we get from an orgasm. At least I do.
That sex act was only a preview of what was to come on my Las Vegas trip. I think we had sex twelve times on that trip, but it might have been more. Most semen is supposedly absorbed, but not for me. It all seems to leak out, and I had a napkin in my panties almost all the time we were together on that trip.
As soon as we were again dressed we finally unpacked. That took quite a while. Mel was in a very passionate mood, and it was all I could do to get my clothes on without having Mel copulate with me again. Then we finally went downstairs to the casino. Mel had to leave right away for a couple hours to attend a business meeting. He gave me fifty dollars to gamble away. I was able to play the quarter slot machines for a couple hours, and I was ready to quit when Mel returned . Instead we stayed for another hour. I lost all my money, and Mel lost a great deal at the blackjack table. Mel insisted on going to another casino for dinner, and it was after ten o’clock before we were back in our room.
What a wonderful night! After our shower and very satisfying sex Mel had me so sated I wanted only to sleep. As usual, Mel took his time with me, using his tongue very effectively before inserting his wonderful penis to finish the sex act. I fell asleep joined to Mel by his gorgeous “love muscle”, as he called his male appendage. We lay cuddled closely, with my back against his belly. About an hour later I awakened to the pleasant feelings of his penis moving slowly back and forth. That culminated in another flood of semen into me. It felt good, and I squeezed Mel’s hand to let him know that I was aware of what he had just done in me.
In the morning I awakened before Mel. Lying there waiting for Mel to awaken I thought about my darling husband. I was grateful that I had a husband who was willing to allow his wife to have such extramarital pleasure. I loved him even more for his sacrifices.
When Mel awakened his tumescent sex organ was ripe and ready, and we had a wonderful half hour in bed before having a joint shower. I needed that shower badly, and we lingered there for a long time before drying and dressing.
After breakfast we did more gambling. That morning Mel gave me more money before he left again for a meeting. By the time he returned for lunch I had more than doubled my money.
After lunch Mel had to have more sex. It was his dessert, he said. I felt in a good mood, too, after winning some money, but I did not like the inconvenience and messiness involved. After cleaning up we went shopping. We were planning to go to a club that Mel had visited on an earlier trip. I think he was anxious to take me there to display his “trophy” to the lusting black men there. We found a beautiful evening dress, but the price was too much. Well, Mel bought it anyway, in spite of my protests.
We took a cab to the nightclub after dinner. I was not exactly thrilled with it. There were a few black males with their white wives or girlfriends, but I never saw one white male. Two of the white women were obviously pregnant. One of them looked so sad and tired. I shuddered just thinking about it. Most of the white women were plump and I would say slovenly. In contrast, most of the black women were slimmer and more tastefully dressed.
Mel was not a good dancer, but he tried. He did allow me to dance with other men. In fact he encouraged me. I must have danced with at least six different partners, all good dancers. Their mouths were another matter. The language they used and the comments they made were revolting. I think every partner managed to press his egregious male appendages against my belly. That did not bother me. But most of the guys had to tell me how large their male members were, and what they would like to do to me with it. It made me sick. Why do men think that all women enjoy such filth?
Back in our room we had wonderful sex again. After our lovemaking Mel went downstairs and played poker, returning about four hours later. He was so excited, and he told me that he had won over $400 playing poker. He wanted sex again. I compromised, allowing him to put his turgid penis into my still well-lubricated vagina before I turned my back to him, cuddling tightly, and I went back to sleep. Some time later I felt his short, gentle thrusting; and very soon the warmth of his seemingly inexhaustible supply of seminal fluid inside me. It was almost six o’clock. While he slept I showered and went down to have breakfast.
That last evening we went to a big floor show. Mel did not like it ,but I did. We were back in our room by eleven. It was the tenth day of my menstrual cycle, and I told Mel that there would be no more sex after that night. I had not brought my diaphragm. We again had some very satisfying sex before Mel went back downstairs to play cards.
Mel did not return until after four o’clock in the morning. He was quite excited, explaining that he had won over $1200 at the card table. His exploring hands let me know that he wanted more sex. I wanted to keep him out of me, but he ignored my evasive actions. I finally relented when he asked in his soft, sweet pleading way if he could put his penis in me, promising that he would not ejaculate in my vagina. He said he just wanted to go to sleep joined with me this one final time.
I did not go back to sleep right away after we were joined. I did not trust him, and I was hoping that he would fall asleep and then I could squeeze him out. Unfortunately I fell asleep joined to him. I think that when he realized I was asleep he must have begun slowly pumping his penis inside me. I awakened when he pushed his tumescent organ as deeply as he could into me and let his fecundating fluid discharge into my vagina. I immediately rolled out of bed. Sleep was out of the question. I was very angry and disappointed that he would betray me that way. He told me that he was so sorry, and that his seed spurted out before he expected it. That was a big lie. I am sure that all males know ahead of time some way or other. I washed as much of him out of me as I could before showering and wiping off more of his dripping semen. Then I dressed and went downstairs.
It was already nearing seven o’clock. I was too upset to eat, so I played a slot machine for about a half hour and won about twenty dollars. While eating breakfast I bought a keno ticket, and I won almost $300. I decided to stay downstairs a little while longer, and that cost me about half my winnings before I went back to our room.
When I returned to our room about nine o’clock I awakened Mel. We had to leave for the airport in another hour. Mel had to shave and shower, and I warned him that he might not have time for breakfast. I began changing into my slacks for the plane ride home, but just when I was undressed Mel came out of the shower. He was nude and I was only in my panties. He grabbed me, threw me on the bed, and began making love to me. With very little foreplay he was soon inside me, and began pumping like crazy. He had never done anything like that before. He was wild and determined to mate with me like a feral animal. It seemed like a long time, but it was over quickly. Pushing in very hard, he stopped as deep inside me as he could push, and again released a torrent of semen into my unwilling vagina. My God! That was the last thing I wanted. I had to struggle to get him off me. I realized he was doing his best to keep his fecundating fluid inside me. I began crying, and that did it. He moved off me and began dressing. I rushed into the bathroom. It was the eleventh day of my cycle. I did not want those sperm cells swimming up inside me.
By the time we finished checking out it was half-past eleven. We had to hurry.
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Re: At My Husband's Urging
I thank you for the update. I've been waiting anxiously for you to post it.
Hope you got a supply of "morning after" pills. That is just plain shitty for him to pull that.
It's obvious that your well being is no longer a concern, only his "possesion" of you.
IMHO time to kick his ass to the curb. He can't hardly fire your husband; he'd get himself fired as well.
Thank again for the update
Hope you got a supply of "morning after" pills. That is just plain shitty for him to pull that.
It's obvious that your well being is no longer a concern, only his "possesion" of you.
IMHO time to kick his ass to the curb. He can't hardly fire your husband; he'd get himself fired as well.
Thank again for the update
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Whoa! That was both hot and disturbing. I hope you fill us in on how things turned out.
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deena4
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Hi, readers. I had a hard time finalizing this part of my narrative. I think I am getting too verbose. Oh well, enjoy as best you can.
Our taxi ride to the airport was made in silence. When we first entered the cab Mel said in a whisper, ”I’m sorry.” He squeezed my hand, and held it all the way. I never said a word. I was still shocked and angry at Mel’s actions that morning. Even worse, I was apprehensive. All kinds of thought were going through my mind. I could imagine - and even imagined I could feel - all those sperm cells of Mel’s frantically swimming around inside me, endeavoring to find an egg waiting to be penetrated. I could picture those flagellating creatures fighting to get through my cervix.
I was so angry at Mel. He had always treated me so nice. When we had sex he was always so considerate and caring, always hesitating if he thought I might be feeling any discomfort. I think my husband was as gentle, or even gentler, than most spouses, but Mel was a paragon.
Had I done something to offend him or excite him to a much higher level? In my mind I began to compare Gary and Mel, which I knew I should not do. During the sex act Mel was so very gentle and usually very tentative. He always kept all his weight off me, which my husband sometimes neglected to do. Mel always entered me so slowly. His long, slow thrusts always so aroused me. Even nicer, he always stopped during the act to kiss me all around my face and neck, and any other place he could reach while we were joined. I so enjoyed his gentle suckling during those pauses. Only before he was ready to have his climax would he change his thrusting to shorter and quicker strokes. When he would push in slightly farther and stop thrusting I knew he was ejaculating. After most of his ejaculating had ceased he would again resume his gentle thrusting, unless he was aware that I had just had an orgasm. In that case he would stop and kiss me so passionately. My husband was quite different. He wanted to stroke faster as soon as he entered me. I had got him to slow down after I told him how Mel did it. He still would not stop to kiss and fondle me like Mel did, but he was improving. We still had a weight problem. Gary often was not too gentle.
While deep in thought another thought crossed my mind. Could he possibly have been deliberately attempting to impregnate me? Contrary to his usual practice, I realized that Mel had pushed in extra firmly while he was ejaculating. When he practically raped me that second time he deliberately held his ejaculating penis firmly as far as he could, and he held it there for a couple minutes. I did not remember whether he moved out of me voluntarily, or whether I had been able to move. In any case I suspected I knew why he did what he did.
It was good that we were traveling first class. If we would have had to wait longer for the security check we would have missed our flight. The plane boarding was almost complete when we boarded. My panties were saturated, thanks to Mel’s copious contribution just before we left our room. It was a very uncomfortable plane ride.
Once in our seats Mel squeezed my hand and again said he was sorry. After we had a glass of wine Mel asked for permission to put his arm around me. I hesitated, not because I did not want his arm, but because the elderly woman across the aisle was glaring at me. Once his arm was around me he began talking. “I am so sorry for the way I treated you this morning, Dee. I know I hurt you all because of my selfish desire. I promise I will never act like that again.”
Mel then went on to tell me what I had already suspected. “When you told me last night that you were entering your fertile period I got some wild thoughts. I decided that I wanted to be a daddy, and I wanted you to be the mommy of my baby. I confess I have had thoughts like that before, but never so strongly. When I got into bed early this morning and you let me into your ‘pussy’ I decided I might as well go for it. I would get into you as far as I could and hold my cock tight in you to keep my seed from leaking out. You moved away so fast that it did not work. Well, when I came out of the shower this morning I got wild looking at you and just had to put more seed into you. That time I was able to keep you plugged up for a minute or two. I know it was cruel and selfish.” He squeezed my hand harder, looked directly in my eyes and added, “I hope you are pregnant.”
Mel went on to tell me that if he did impregnate me he would pay all medical expenses involved and see that the baby was well provided for. After hearing his words I was no longer angry at him. Mel would probably be a good father, but I did not want to be the mother for his baby.
I did a lot of thinking on that trip home, and I decided that I would try to get the morning-after pill from my doctor, just in case one of his sperm cells succeeded in reaching my egg. While we were waiting for our luggage I used Mel’s cell phone to call my doctor. It was too late. Her office was already closed for the weekend.
Gary had just returned with our sons when Mel brought me home. I was hoping we would arrive before Gary returned. I did not want my sons to see Mel bringing me home from the airport. I was glad that Mel did not stay. Gary was very cordial to Mel, but I an sure there was a lot of electricity in the air. It was best they stay apart for a few days. Anything they wanted to discuss could be done the next Monday at work
I had missed my boys, and our family spent a nice evening together. I think my sons were happier to see me than my husband. They wanted to know all about the airplane ride, and whether it was scary. I had brought them some souvenirs, and they were thrilled over those little mementos.
After the boys were in bed I had some nice quiet time with my husband. But, inevitably, the questions came. I was expecting to be quizzed, and I knew I had to be truthful. “How many times did he ‘poke’ you?” was the first question.
“Oh,quite a few,” was my reply.
“How many times is that? I’m sure he ‘screwed’ you every morning and every night, didn’t he?”
It took me a few moments fo frame my answer.“Yes, he did it every morning and every night, too.” I did not go into more details, but he hand more questions.
“Did you use your diaphragm?”
“No. I did not need it on those days. Besides I have to leave it in at least eight hours, and it would have not been practical. I had deliberately left my night stand drawer slightly ajar before I had left, and it was closed when I returned. I knew that Gary had checked to see whether I had taken my diaphragm with me.
I did volunteer the information that I went to sleep each night with Mel’s sex organ inside me. I had mentioned that to Gary after I had spent those nights with Mel at that spa. I hoped that Gary would try it more often if I mentioned it.
Gary still wanted more details about my sex activity with Mel, and I did my best to answer them honestly. I did tell him that I had a wonderful time, and that I loved him very much for allowing me to cuckold him, and I think I proved it with all my hugs and kisses. And I told him about all our other activities, including the shopping and purchase of the expensive evening dress Mel had purchased for me. Later I put it on for Gary to see. “Well, having a boyfriend who doesn’t have family bills to pay is the best kind. He sure spends the money on you,”observed Gary.
Gary was extra loving that evening, and I was very receptive to his lovemaking. I had already discovered that my talking about my sex activities with Mel arouses him, and it was very evident that evening. He is not the gentlest man in the world in bed, but I did not complain. He was eager for sex, and he deserved to take it the way he wanted it. I did have to push his mouth away twice when his tongue got overzealous licking my clitoris. I really was not in the mood for sex, but he deserved it, and I wanted it only for one reason. I would much rather have my husband’s sperm impregnate me than any other man’s.
The next morning I awakened when Gary went to the bathroom. I decided it might be a good idea to have more of my husband’s seed in me, so I began fondling Gary’s sex organ. It worked. He had been only half-asleep, and I soon had him wide awake with a very nice erection. I pretended that I was very eager to receive him, and he entered me with very soon. Surprisingly I liked it. We seldom had sex in the morning, so it was different. And Gary lasted a long time. I did not have an orgasm, but that was alright. I think it bolstered my husband’s ego, and he was so nice and sweet all that weekend.
Right after breakfast I began calling to get a morning-after pill. I called the hospital emergency room. The supervisor told me that I would have to enter the ER as a patient in order to have a doctor see me. The hospital bill, plus the doctor fee, would be about $300. Next I called Planned Parenthood. The woman there said that the nurse practitioner would not be in until Monday morning, but I could get a prescription at that time. That would be too late. It must be take within 72 hours of intercourse. I called the Raper Relief Hotline, but they only help rape victims or minors. No luck getting that pill.
I decided not to bother my husband with my troubles. If I were pregnant he would be the first to receive the news. After all, the chances I had been impregnated were quite slim. Gary and I had sex without my diaphragm several times on the eleventh, and even the twelfth day, of my cycle.
One other thing happened that morning that was very disconcerting, and it turned out to be an omen of things to come. I was hugging my son Ian when he turned to me and asked, “Did you get ‘knocked up’ on your trip, Mommy?” he asked me so innocently. At first I did not think I had heard him correctly, but I knew I had.
“Where did you hear anything like that?” I asked him.
“Daddy told Aunt Thelma that he was afraid you might get ‘knocked up’ on your trip,” said my son. Then he put his arm around me and said, “I’m glad you didn’t get ‘knocked up’, Mommy.” Of course he had no idea what the words meant. He was only parroting what he had heard. I hoped that Ryan had not heard his dad say those words, He might know more about such things than I thought he did.
The next day Mel sent me flowers with a nice thank-you note. He also sent me a gift certificate for a local department store. I did not realize he had won over $1200 playing cards that last night in the casino. The gift certificate was in gratitude for giving him such good luck.
That was not the only good thing to come out of my trip. A few days later Mel called to tell me that he had received a notice that Mrs. Deena Williams had won a raffle prize of a two-night hotel package. Mel had written my name on the back of a business card and placed it in the box at one of his business meeting. We both laughed about it, and I told him that perhaps his sister could use it. About a month later Mel told me that one of his employees was able to use it. My plane ticket had been issued for Mrs. Williams, as well as the hotel reservation. I had been addressed as “Mrs. Williams three of four times in our hotel. I did not mind, but I would never want that name in real life.
Our taxi ride to the airport was made in silence. When we first entered the cab Mel said in a whisper, ”I’m sorry.” He squeezed my hand, and held it all the way. I never said a word. I was still shocked and angry at Mel’s actions that morning. Even worse, I was apprehensive. All kinds of thought were going through my mind. I could imagine - and even imagined I could feel - all those sperm cells of Mel’s frantically swimming around inside me, endeavoring to find an egg waiting to be penetrated. I could picture those flagellating creatures fighting to get through my cervix.
I was so angry at Mel. He had always treated me so nice. When we had sex he was always so considerate and caring, always hesitating if he thought I might be feeling any discomfort. I think my husband was as gentle, or even gentler, than most spouses, but Mel was a paragon.
Had I done something to offend him or excite him to a much higher level? In my mind I began to compare Gary and Mel, which I knew I should not do. During the sex act Mel was so very gentle and usually very tentative. He always kept all his weight off me, which my husband sometimes neglected to do. Mel always entered me so slowly. His long, slow thrusts always so aroused me. Even nicer, he always stopped during the act to kiss me all around my face and neck, and any other place he could reach while we were joined. I so enjoyed his gentle suckling during those pauses. Only before he was ready to have his climax would he change his thrusting to shorter and quicker strokes. When he would push in slightly farther and stop thrusting I knew he was ejaculating. After most of his ejaculating had ceased he would again resume his gentle thrusting, unless he was aware that I had just had an orgasm. In that case he would stop and kiss me so passionately. My husband was quite different. He wanted to stroke faster as soon as he entered me. I had got him to slow down after I told him how Mel did it. He still would not stop to kiss and fondle me like Mel did, but he was improving. We still had a weight problem. Gary often was not too gentle.
While deep in thought another thought crossed my mind. Could he possibly have been deliberately attempting to impregnate me? Contrary to his usual practice, I realized that Mel had pushed in extra firmly while he was ejaculating. When he practically raped me that second time he deliberately held his ejaculating penis firmly as far as he could, and he held it there for a couple minutes. I did not remember whether he moved out of me voluntarily, or whether I had been able to move. In any case I suspected I knew why he did what he did.
It was good that we were traveling first class. If we would have had to wait longer for the security check we would have missed our flight. The plane boarding was almost complete when we boarded. My panties were saturated, thanks to Mel’s copious contribution just before we left our room. It was a very uncomfortable plane ride.
Once in our seats Mel squeezed my hand and again said he was sorry. After we had a glass of wine Mel asked for permission to put his arm around me. I hesitated, not because I did not want his arm, but because the elderly woman across the aisle was glaring at me. Once his arm was around me he began talking. “I am so sorry for the way I treated you this morning, Dee. I know I hurt you all because of my selfish desire. I promise I will never act like that again.”
Mel then went on to tell me what I had already suspected. “When you told me last night that you were entering your fertile period I got some wild thoughts. I decided that I wanted to be a daddy, and I wanted you to be the mommy of my baby. I confess I have had thoughts like that before, but never so strongly. When I got into bed early this morning and you let me into your ‘pussy’ I decided I might as well go for it. I would get into you as far as I could and hold my cock tight in you to keep my seed from leaking out. You moved away so fast that it did not work. Well, when I came out of the shower this morning I got wild looking at you and just had to put more seed into you. That time I was able to keep you plugged up for a minute or two. I know it was cruel and selfish.” He squeezed my hand harder, looked directly in my eyes and added, “I hope you are pregnant.”
Mel went on to tell me that if he did impregnate me he would pay all medical expenses involved and see that the baby was well provided for. After hearing his words I was no longer angry at him. Mel would probably be a good father, but I did not want to be the mother for his baby.
I did a lot of thinking on that trip home, and I decided that I would try to get the morning-after pill from my doctor, just in case one of his sperm cells succeeded in reaching my egg. While we were waiting for our luggage I used Mel’s cell phone to call my doctor. It was too late. Her office was already closed for the weekend.
Gary had just returned with our sons when Mel brought me home. I was hoping we would arrive before Gary returned. I did not want my sons to see Mel bringing me home from the airport. I was glad that Mel did not stay. Gary was very cordial to Mel, but I an sure there was a lot of electricity in the air. It was best they stay apart for a few days. Anything they wanted to discuss could be done the next Monday at work
I had missed my boys, and our family spent a nice evening together. I think my sons were happier to see me than my husband. They wanted to know all about the airplane ride, and whether it was scary. I had brought them some souvenirs, and they were thrilled over those little mementos.
After the boys were in bed I had some nice quiet time with my husband. But, inevitably, the questions came. I was expecting to be quizzed, and I knew I had to be truthful. “How many times did he ‘poke’ you?” was the first question.
“Oh,quite a few,” was my reply.
“How many times is that? I’m sure he ‘screwed’ you every morning and every night, didn’t he?”
It took me a few moments fo frame my answer.“Yes, he did it every morning and every night, too.” I did not go into more details, but he hand more questions.
“Did you use your diaphragm?”
“No. I did not need it on those days. Besides I have to leave it in at least eight hours, and it would have not been practical. I had deliberately left my night stand drawer slightly ajar before I had left, and it was closed when I returned. I knew that Gary had checked to see whether I had taken my diaphragm with me.
I did volunteer the information that I went to sleep each night with Mel’s sex organ inside me. I had mentioned that to Gary after I had spent those nights with Mel at that spa. I hoped that Gary would try it more often if I mentioned it.
Gary still wanted more details about my sex activity with Mel, and I did my best to answer them honestly. I did tell him that I had a wonderful time, and that I loved him very much for allowing me to cuckold him, and I think I proved it with all my hugs and kisses. And I told him about all our other activities, including the shopping and purchase of the expensive evening dress Mel had purchased for me. Later I put it on for Gary to see. “Well, having a boyfriend who doesn’t have family bills to pay is the best kind. He sure spends the money on you,”observed Gary.
Gary was extra loving that evening, and I was very receptive to his lovemaking. I had already discovered that my talking about my sex activities with Mel arouses him, and it was very evident that evening. He is not the gentlest man in the world in bed, but I did not complain. He was eager for sex, and he deserved to take it the way he wanted it. I did have to push his mouth away twice when his tongue got overzealous licking my clitoris. I really was not in the mood for sex, but he deserved it, and I wanted it only for one reason. I would much rather have my husband’s sperm impregnate me than any other man’s.
The next morning I awakened when Gary went to the bathroom. I decided it might be a good idea to have more of my husband’s seed in me, so I began fondling Gary’s sex organ. It worked. He had been only half-asleep, and I soon had him wide awake with a very nice erection. I pretended that I was very eager to receive him, and he entered me with very soon. Surprisingly I liked it. We seldom had sex in the morning, so it was different. And Gary lasted a long time. I did not have an orgasm, but that was alright. I think it bolstered my husband’s ego, and he was so nice and sweet all that weekend.
Right after breakfast I began calling to get a morning-after pill. I called the hospital emergency room. The supervisor told me that I would have to enter the ER as a patient in order to have a doctor see me. The hospital bill, plus the doctor fee, would be about $300. Next I called Planned Parenthood. The woman there said that the nurse practitioner would not be in until Monday morning, but I could get a prescription at that time. That would be too late. It must be take within 72 hours of intercourse. I called the Raper Relief Hotline, but they only help rape victims or minors. No luck getting that pill.
I decided not to bother my husband with my troubles. If I were pregnant he would be the first to receive the news. After all, the chances I had been impregnated were quite slim. Gary and I had sex without my diaphragm several times on the eleventh, and even the twelfth day, of my cycle.
One other thing happened that morning that was very disconcerting, and it turned out to be an omen of things to come. I was hugging my son Ian when he turned to me and asked, “Did you get ‘knocked up’ on your trip, Mommy?” he asked me so innocently. At first I did not think I had heard him correctly, but I knew I had.
“Where did you hear anything like that?” I asked him.
“Daddy told Aunt Thelma that he was afraid you might get ‘knocked up’ on your trip,” said my son. Then he put his arm around me and said, “I’m glad you didn’t get ‘knocked up’, Mommy.” Of course he had no idea what the words meant. He was only parroting what he had heard. I hoped that Ryan had not heard his dad say those words, He might know more about such things than I thought he did.
The next day Mel sent me flowers with a nice thank-you note. He also sent me a gift certificate for a local department store. I did not realize he had won over $1200 playing cards that last night in the casino. The gift certificate was in gratitude for giving him such good luck.
That was not the only good thing to come out of my trip. A few days later Mel called to tell me that he had received a notice that Mrs. Deena Williams had won a raffle prize of a two-night hotel package. Mel had written my name on the back of a business card and placed it in the box at one of his business meeting. We both laughed about it, and I told him that perhaps his sister could use it. About a month later Mel told me that one of his employees was able to use it. My plane ticket had been issued for Mrs. Williams, as well as the hotel reservation. I had been addressed as “Mrs. Williams three of four times in our hotel. I did not mind, but I would never want that name in real life.
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Re: At My Husband's Urging
My husband did not want me to post my email address here, but I am glad i did. I have received several nice messages and only a couple negative ones. I wish I could hear from more women. Anyway, here is a another part of my cuckolding story. Enjoy.
I soon had another problem. I missed my period. Mel called on the Tuesday that my period was due. He wanted to come over the next evening. We had not seen each other since we had returned from our trip. I told him that my period was due, and his playground would not be open for him. His reply was just what I had expected. “Dee, I think you got one of my seeds growing in there. You won’t need to cover your delicious ‘pussy’ with a napkin for a long time.”
I shuddered when he said that. I did not have to be reminded. I was already worried about it, and his words were not encouraging. We did agree to meet the following Wednesday. My period did not start, either. My periods were always reliable, starting every 29 days. I might be a day early or a day late, but unless I had been very ill I was always on time.
Another week of worry went past. Mel had to go away on business the following week, so we missed that date, too. After another week with no period I was really worried. I had not missed a period since I was thirteen. I have known women who missed an occasional period, and I fervently hoped that was my problem. Deep down, I knew I was kidding myself. Even by the end of that first week I was getting signs from my body. I felt pain in my breasts a few times. I caught myself crying for no reason too often. I know that I yelled at my boys when they did not deserve it. I was beginning the ride on the emotional roller coaster.
When I knew for certain that my period was not coming I bought a pregnancy test kit. It was positive. I was pregnant. I waited another week or so before I went to the doctor. She confirmed what I already knew. I was pregnant.
That evening I broke the news to my husband. He did not say so, but from the way he acted he had suspected that I was pregnant, and he suspected that Mel was the father. I told him that Mel and I had sex twice that final day we left Las Vegas, but I reminded him that he had sex with me that evening also. I did not dare tell him that Mel had inseminated me twice that last day when I should have used my diaphragm. And I did not dare tell him how Mel had practically raped me doing it.
When Gary kept insisting that Mel must be the father I reminded him that he was the one that induced me into having sex with Mel. He had given me permission to go to Las Vegas with Mel. He did not refute any of my words.
I knew that Gary did not believe in abortions, and either do I. Nevertheless I told him that if he wanted me to have an abortion I would. Instead he agreed that I should have the baby. He promised that he would raise any child I had as our child, regardless of its paternity. I fervently hoped he would later honor those words.
The next morning I received another bouquet of flowers from Mel. The accompanying card said, “Congratulations, Mother”. Was it wishful thinking on his part? How did he know for certain? Well, that afternoon I received an expensive box of European chocolates with another similar note.
As soon as Gary returned home he admitted to me that he had told Mel that morning that I was pregnant. He said the two had a long talk, and that Mel offered to help us in any way he could if he were the father of my baby. He had even hinted at setting up a college fund for the baby. He said that Mel was very anxious to see me, and that he had told Mel to come over after the boys were in bed. Gary said he would leave the house for a few hours so we could have some privacy. That was strange. He had never done that before. I only had Mel alone in our house on poker nights.
Mel arrived before I had the boys in bed. He and Gary talked for a while before Gary left to see a movie. Mel and I began hogging and kissing quietly until the boys were asleep. By the time we were ready to go into the shower together I had Mel half undressed.
Mel could not stop rubbing my belly. I could tell he was so excited over what I had in there. He always treated me so gently, and that evening he really treated me like a delicate flower. After we dried each other he carefully lifted me and placed me on his turgid penis.
Once Mel had placed me on my bed he kissed me and licked me all over. His actions would have aroused the most frigid female, and I was definitely not a frigid female. Mel performed oral sex on my genitals so lovingly and gently as usual. He would get me almost to an orgasm before stopping and kissing me. I did have to stop him a couple times when he tried to suckle on my breasts. They were too tender for that.
I thought he would never enter me. I wanted him in me so badly. When he finally had his wonderful penis completely inside me I was in heaven. God, it was wonderful! He had been without sex for a long time, and he ejaculated much quicker than he usually did. He also was only able to stay inside me for a much shorter time after he emptied his seminal fluid in me. I was so close to an orgasm, but I could not reach that last plateau of pleasure. Still, it was very good sex, and I enjoyed it immensely.
“I am so sorry to leave you high and dry,” said Mel when he moved alongside me. Once again he began oral sex, but I had to push him away. It was hurting me. Still hugging closely, I fell asleep.
When Mel kissed me later I awakened. He was standing alongside the bed fully dressed.
“I wanted to put another load into you tonight, Dee, but you looked so sweet and peaceful lying there that I felt guilty. Our baby told me to get dressed and leave you alone.” I looked at the clock. I had been asleep about a half hour.
Mel told me to stay in bed. He gave me one short kiss before departing. It was not even ten o’clock. I was probably fast asleep in one minute, awakening when Gary moved into bed much later.
By the end of my third month I was beginning to show. I was definitely larger than I had been with the other two babies. I think I was already larger than I had been during my fifth month with my boys. I did not want to tell my husband, but I was certain that Mel was the father. I had mixed feelings. I worried about my sons, and how they would feel. There was no way that I could ever live with Mel. I lost a lot of sleep over the dilemma.
Four months after I became pregnant Mel called me one evening with a request. His sister who lived with him had to go to the hospital for surgery the next day. Normally his mother would care for her toddler daughter, but she was physically unable to do it for more than a few hours. He wondered if I would be willing to care for the baby for at least two days, and maybe three. He would pay me, of course. I talked to the mother before committing myself, and I also asked my husband. He had no objections. So I agreed.
Mel and his sister brought the toddler over a day later. She was a darling girl, eighteen months old. My boys were ecstatic. They loved her so much. The first time I changed her diaper I let them watch. They were all eyes. Ian giggled a little, but Ryan shushed him. That evening little Patrice wanted to get in the tub with the boys, so I removed her diaper and let her climb in the tub. My boys loved it, and I am sure Patrice did not mind my sons touching her in forbidden places when they thought I would not see it happening. It didn’t matter.
Having Patrice in our house for three days helped me immensely. I loved her, and the boys loved her, too. Holding and cuddling that darling black baby convinced me that I wanted one, too. I did not say anything to Gary, but I secretly hoped my baby would be black.
That Saturday when Mel picked up his niece brought some nice surprises for me. Gary had taken our boys to a college football game. The baby had fallen asleep on the living room floor, and I was lying alongside her when Mel arrived. I was still wearing my robe after a late morning shower. I had been thinking about Mel, and I was hoping he might make love to me. As soon as he hugged me and I felt his already firm sex organ pressing against me I knew I had to have it inside me. He did not disappoint me, carrying me quickly into the bedroom and opening my robe. My breasts were a little tender, but his gentle suckling felt so good. His mouth soon found my pudendum, and he was driving me wild. Neither of us could wait very long, and after he brought me to a shaking orgasm with his magical tongue he entered me. It felt so good I did not want it to end, but Mel had his orgasm quicker than usual. Lying there fondling and kissing for about fifteen minutes, I succeeded in arousing his sex organ. It was not that hard yet, but I managed to stuff in me by sitting on him. My up and down movements hardened him quickly, and I had a lot of fun - and another orgasm - before Mel ejaculated in me again.
Patrice was such a good baby. She waited until Mel softened before she awoke and began crying. I had to change her before Mel took her home.
For the next few hours I debated whether to tell Gary what I had done while he was away. I had always told my husband about my activities with Mel, but that time I decided not to tell what we had done.
Well, the first thing my husband said after the boys were in their room surprised me. “Well, Dee, did Mel take care of your ‘pussy’ today and feed his baby?” I guess I had a puzzled look on my face, and all I could do was smile and hug him.
Then Gary explained that Mel had given him the game tickets. “I told him you needed a good fucking, and he said he would be glad to oblige,” said Gary. I had to admit I liked the result, and I thanked my husband for allowing me to have sex with my lover again. I made certain that my husband was rewarded that night, too.
When I was in my fifth month Mel made me unhappy. He had driven me to the doctor’s office once before as a favor to my husband, but he remained in the car with Ian. That day we did not have Ian with us, so Mel went into the clinic with me. He held my hand, and then sat with his arm around me in that crowded clinic waiting room. I could feel the women, all white, staring and glaring at me. I had to keep my head down. How would people react when I took my black baby out in public?
To compound my embarrassment we stopped at a pharmacy on the way home. Mel knew the owner, and all his mother’s medications came from there. I preferred to go to my usual store, but Mel was doing the driving. We had to wait for my prescription. Two black male friends of Mel’s came in, along with two of their teenage sons. After introducing me as his girlfriend, Mel patted my pregnant belly and said, “I got a seed growing in my garden here. I hope it’s a little boy.” Everybody laughed but me. I did notice that Mel did not say that it was his baby growing inside me. He did not have to. From the way he phrased his words I am certain his friends assumed he was the father. Both of his friends commented on how pretty a white woman looks when growing a black baby in her belly. They made a couple of other very crude remarks that even Mel did not appreciate. He apologized to me later when I began crying.
I soon had another problem. I missed my period. Mel called on the Tuesday that my period was due. He wanted to come over the next evening. We had not seen each other since we had returned from our trip. I told him that my period was due, and his playground would not be open for him. His reply was just what I had expected. “Dee, I think you got one of my seeds growing in there. You won’t need to cover your delicious ‘pussy’ with a napkin for a long time.”
I shuddered when he said that. I did not have to be reminded. I was already worried about it, and his words were not encouraging. We did agree to meet the following Wednesday. My period did not start, either. My periods were always reliable, starting every 29 days. I might be a day early or a day late, but unless I had been very ill I was always on time.
Another week of worry went past. Mel had to go away on business the following week, so we missed that date, too. After another week with no period I was really worried. I had not missed a period since I was thirteen. I have known women who missed an occasional period, and I fervently hoped that was my problem. Deep down, I knew I was kidding myself. Even by the end of that first week I was getting signs from my body. I felt pain in my breasts a few times. I caught myself crying for no reason too often. I know that I yelled at my boys when they did not deserve it. I was beginning the ride on the emotional roller coaster.
When I knew for certain that my period was not coming I bought a pregnancy test kit. It was positive. I was pregnant. I waited another week or so before I went to the doctor. She confirmed what I already knew. I was pregnant.
That evening I broke the news to my husband. He did not say so, but from the way he acted he had suspected that I was pregnant, and he suspected that Mel was the father. I told him that Mel and I had sex twice that final day we left Las Vegas, but I reminded him that he had sex with me that evening also. I did not dare tell him that Mel had inseminated me twice that last day when I should have used my diaphragm. And I did not dare tell him how Mel had practically raped me doing it.
When Gary kept insisting that Mel must be the father I reminded him that he was the one that induced me into having sex with Mel. He had given me permission to go to Las Vegas with Mel. He did not refute any of my words.
I knew that Gary did not believe in abortions, and either do I. Nevertheless I told him that if he wanted me to have an abortion I would. Instead he agreed that I should have the baby. He promised that he would raise any child I had as our child, regardless of its paternity. I fervently hoped he would later honor those words.
The next morning I received another bouquet of flowers from Mel. The accompanying card said, “Congratulations, Mother”. Was it wishful thinking on his part? How did he know for certain? Well, that afternoon I received an expensive box of European chocolates with another similar note.
As soon as Gary returned home he admitted to me that he had told Mel that morning that I was pregnant. He said the two had a long talk, and that Mel offered to help us in any way he could if he were the father of my baby. He had even hinted at setting up a college fund for the baby. He said that Mel was very anxious to see me, and that he had told Mel to come over after the boys were in bed. Gary said he would leave the house for a few hours so we could have some privacy. That was strange. He had never done that before. I only had Mel alone in our house on poker nights.
Mel arrived before I had the boys in bed. He and Gary talked for a while before Gary left to see a movie. Mel and I began hogging and kissing quietly until the boys were asleep. By the time we were ready to go into the shower together I had Mel half undressed.
Mel could not stop rubbing my belly. I could tell he was so excited over what I had in there. He always treated me so gently, and that evening he really treated me like a delicate flower. After we dried each other he carefully lifted me and placed me on his turgid penis.
Once Mel had placed me on my bed he kissed me and licked me all over. His actions would have aroused the most frigid female, and I was definitely not a frigid female. Mel performed oral sex on my genitals so lovingly and gently as usual. He would get me almost to an orgasm before stopping and kissing me. I did have to stop him a couple times when he tried to suckle on my breasts. They were too tender for that.
I thought he would never enter me. I wanted him in me so badly. When he finally had his wonderful penis completely inside me I was in heaven. God, it was wonderful! He had been without sex for a long time, and he ejaculated much quicker than he usually did. He also was only able to stay inside me for a much shorter time after he emptied his seminal fluid in me. I was so close to an orgasm, but I could not reach that last plateau of pleasure. Still, it was very good sex, and I enjoyed it immensely.
“I am so sorry to leave you high and dry,” said Mel when he moved alongside me. Once again he began oral sex, but I had to push him away. It was hurting me. Still hugging closely, I fell asleep.
When Mel kissed me later I awakened. He was standing alongside the bed fully dressed.
“I wanted to put another load into you tonight, Dee, but you looked so sweet and peaceful lying there that I felt guilty. Our baby told me to get dressed and leave you alone.” I looked at the clock. I had been asleep about a half hour.
Mel told me to stay in bed. He gave me one short kiss before departing. It was not even ten o’clock. I was probably fast asleep in one minute, awakening when Gary moved into bed much later.
By the end of my third month I was beginning to show. I was definitely larger than I had been with the other two babies. I think I was already larger than I had been during my fifth month with my boys. I did not want to tell my husband, but I was certain that Mel was the father. I had mixed feelings. I worried about my sons, and how they would feel. There was no way that I could ever live with Mel. I lost a lot of sleep over the dilemma.
Four months after I became pregnant Mel called me one evening with a request. His sister who lived with him had to go to the hospital for surgery the next day. Normally his mother would care for her toddler daughter, but she was physically unable to do it for more than a few hours. He wondered if I would be willing to care for the baby for at least two days, and maybe three. He would pay me, of course. I talked to the mother before committing myself, and I also asked my husband. He had no objections. So I agreed.
Mel and his sister brought the toddler over a day later. She was a darling girl, eighteen months old. My boys were ecstatic. They loved her so much. The first time I changed her diaper I let them watch. They were all eyes. Ian giggled a little, but Ryan shushed him. That evening little Patrice wanted to get in the tub with the boys, so I removed her diaper and let her climb in the tub. My boys loved it, and I am sure Patrice did not mind my sons touching her in forbidden places when they thought I would not see it happening. It didn’t matter.
Having Patrice in our house for three days helped me immensely. I loved her, and the boys loved her, too. Holding and cuddling that darling black baby convinced me that I wanted one, too. I did not say anything to Gary, but I secretly hoped my baby would be black.
That Saturday when Mel picked up his niece brought some nice surprises for me. Gary had taken our boys to a college football game. The baby had fallen asleep on the living room floor, and I was lying alongside her when Mel arrived. I was still wearing my robe after a late morning shower. I had been thinking about Mel, and I was hoping he might make love to me. As soon as he hugged me and I felt his already firm sex organ pressing against me I knew I had to have it inside me. He did not disappoint me, carrying me quickly into the bedroom and opening my robe. My breasts were a little tender, but his gentle suckling felt so good. His mouth soon found my pudendum, and he was driving me wild. Neither of us could wait very long, and after he brought me to a shaking orgasm with his magical tongue he entered me. It felt so good I did not want it to end, but Mel had his orgasm quicker than usual. Lying there fondling and kissing for about fifteen minutes, I succeeded in arousing his sex organ. It was not that hard yet, but I managed to stuff in me by sitting on him. My up and down movements hardened him quickly, and I had a lot of fun - and another orgasm - before Mel ejaculated in me again.
Patrice was such a good baby. She waited until Mel softened before she awoke and began crying. I had to change her before Mel took her home.
For the next few hours I debated whether to tell Gary what I had done while he was away. I had always told my husband about my activities with Mel, but that time I decided not to tell what we had done.
Well, the first thing my husband said after the boys were in their room surprised me. “Well, Dee, did Mel take care of your ‘pussy’ today and feed his baby?” I guess I had a puzzled look on my face, and all I could do was smile and hug him.
Then Gary explained that Mel had given him the game tickets. “I told him you needed a good fucking, and he said he would be glad to oblige,” said Gary. I had to admit I liked the result, and I thanked my husband for allowing me to have sex with my lover again. I made certain that my husband was rewarded that night, too.
When I was in my fifth month Mel made me unhappy. He had driven me to the doctor’s office once before as a favor to my husband, but he remained in the car with Ian. That day we did not have Ian with us, so Mel went into the clinic with me. He held my hand, and then sat with his arm around me in that crowded clinic waiting room. I could feel the women, all white, staring and glaring at me. I had to keep my head down. How would people react when I took my black baby out in public?
To compound my embarrassment we stopped at a pharmacy on the way home. Mel knew the owner, and all his mother’s medications came from there. I preferred to go to my usual store, but Mel was doing the driving. We had to wait for my prescription. Two black male friends of Mel’s came in, along with two of their teenage sons. After introducing me as his girlfriend, Mel patted my pregnant belly and said, “I got a seed growing in my garden here. I hope it’s a little boy.” Everybody laughed but me. I did notice that Mel did not say that it was his baby growing inside me. He did not have to. From the way he phrased his words I am certain his friends assumed he was the father. Both of his friends commented on how pretty a white woman looks when growing a black baby in her belly. They made a couple of other very crude remarks that even Mel did not appreciate. He apologized to me later when I began crying.
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deena4
Re: At My Husband's Urging
Well, readers, this is the final chapter of my cuckolding narrative. I hope you have enjoyed my postings. If you have any private comments or questions you may reach me at deena_schultx@yahoo.com. Enjoy. . . .
MY FINAL CHAPTER
Mel no longer came over Wednesday evenings to spend amorous time with me after about my eighteenth week. The last time we had sex I was about six months into my pregnancy. Mel had insisted on taking me shopping for maternity clothes. He had seen a maternity dress in a newspaper ad, and he wanted me to see it. The last thing I needed was a man to go looking at maternity clothes with me. Only after he agreed to accompany me to the store, but to wait outside the maternity section, did I consent to go with him. I did agree that the dress he wanted was very nice, but it was very expensive. It was a good fit, too. Since he was paying the bill I picked up some maternity lingerie tp complement my maternity wardrobe.
It was a school holiday, and I had left my boys with their aunt. After shopping we went home and I modeled my new maternity clothes for Mel. Then we had sex. I was not that much in the mood, but Mel had been so nice, and he wanted sex so badly that I could not refuse him. I did let him know that I was doing it as a special favor for him. I really did appreciate his spending so much money on me, and his caring attitude and concern for my welfare. Riding on Mel’s beautiful penis did arouse me more than I had expected. No orgasm for me, but Mel had his pleasure. He had told me that he was “full”, and he had not exaggerated.
About two weeks after our shopping trip Mel had a medical problem. My sister had just come over that morning when Gary called to tell me that Mel had been taken to the hospital with a possible heart attack. I called the hospital and was told that Mel had just come out of surgery, and was in the intensive care unit. My sister drove us to the hospital. She stayed with our kids while I went into the ICU to see Mel. Mel’s sister and her boyfriend were there. Mel was awake, but barely. All drugged up.
Me’s sister was aware that I was pregnant, and I guess she assumed Mel was the daddy. She told her boyfriend that I was Mel’s girlfriend. Since she said that I did not feel so self-conscious when I gave Mel a kiss, and then sat there holding his hand.
I had only been there a few minutes when the nurse who had brought me in returned and said to Mel’s sister and her boyfriend that they would have to leave for about fifteen minutes while they attended to Mel’s dressings and other needs. I started to walk out, too, but the nurse said to me, “You may stay, Mrs. Williams, if you wish.” So I stayed. She had seen me kiss Mel, and I was still holding his hand. Since I was obviously pregnant, the nurse must have assumed I was Mel’s wife. The two nurses had to change a large bandage on his groin, and they had a big device to hold the bandage tight. I noticed that Mel had a catheter in his very black and very well-displayed penis. Later I learned they had put a tube into his groin during his surgery. Anyway, he was home three days later.
Mel continued to call me occasionally after we stopped having sex, but I received no more flowers. I did not want to believe my husband when he told me that Mel was seen around the business almost every day with a white woman. By the way he was holding her it was obvious to all that they were lovers. Finally I let my curiosity get the best of me and I called him. I asked him if he had another girlfriend. He laughed, but he finally admitted it. “I got needs, Dee,” he laughed. “After our baby gets out of there so I can get back in things will be like they were.” That hurt.
I avoided until my ninth month telling my doctor that there was a possibility that my baby might be biracial. Then I made up a tale that I had too much to drink at a party, and that one of my husband’s black
acquaintances had taken advantage of me. Since I did not have my diaphragm inserted, there was a remote possibility that he might have been the man who had impregnated me instead of my husband. I don’t think she really believed my story. She smiled and said that such things do happen, and she had seen such cases herself. I think she was merely trying to make me feel better. She thanked me for letting her know. I already knew that the baby was a girl, but she said we would not know whose sperm had reached my egg first until my baby was delivered.
After six hours of labor I delivered my baby girl. She was much larger than my sons had been. My doctor looked at me and smiled, saying, “Your husband will be relieved. She is a beautiful little blonde baby.” When I was being wheeled to my room the nurse whispered, “You are in luck. Your baby does not have any Negroid features.” My doctor had obviously been talking.
EPILOGUE
Mel had gone on several business trips during the latter months of my pregnancy. Well, it turned out he was looking for another business. When our daughter was two months old Mel completed selling his interest in his local auto dealership. He bought into a similar business in California.
My husband had been correct about Mel having another girlfriend. Mel supposedly married her before they moved to California.
Mel had to return a few months later to testify in a lawsuit involving his former business. My husband also had to testify, and he saw Mel and his wife a few times. His wife was seven months pregnant. That meant that Mel had impregnated her while I was pregnant.
According to local sources, Mel’s new business is not doing very good. Most auto dealerships are not. Gary learned that Mel’s wife gave birth to a girl.
MY FINAL CHAPTER
Mel no longer came over Wednesday evenings to spend amorous time with me after about my eighteenth week. The last time we had sex I was about six months into my pregnancy. Mel had insisted on taking me shopping for maternity clothes. He had seen a maternity dress in a newspaper ad, and he wanted me to see it. The last thing I needed was a man to go looking at maternity clothes with me. Only after he agreed to accompany me to the store, but to wait outside the maternity section, did I consent to go with him. I did agree that the dress he wanted was very nice, but it was very expensive. It was a good fit, too. Since he was paying the bill I picked up some maternity lingerie tp complement my maternity wardrobe.
It was a school holiday, and I had left my boys with their aunt. After shopping we went home and I modeled my new maternity clothes for Mel. Then we had sex. I was not that much in the mood, but Mel had been so nice, and he wanted sex so badly that I could not refuse him. I did let him know that I was doing it as a special favor for him. I really did appreciate his spending so much money on me, and his caring attitude and concern for my welfare. Riding on Mel’s beautiful penis did arouse me more than I had expected. No orgasm for me, but Mel had his pleasure. He had told me that he was “full”, and he had not exaggerated.
About two weeks after our shopping trip Mel had a medical problem. My sister had just come over that morning when Gary called to tell me that Mel had been taken to the hospital with a possible heart attack. I called the hospital and was told that Mel had just come out of surgery, and was in the intensive care unit. My sister drove us to the hospital. She stayed with our kids while I went into the ICU to see Mel. Mel’s sister and her boyfriend were there. Mel was awake, but barely. All drugged up.
Me’s sister was aware that I was pregnant, and I guess she assumed Mel was the daddy. She told her boyfriend that I was Mel’s girlfriend. Since she said that I did not feel so self-conscious when I gave Mel a kiss, and then sat there holding his hand.
I had only been there a few minutes when the nurse who had brought me in returned and said to Mel’s sister and her boyfriend that they would have to leave for about fifteen minutes while they attended to Mel’s dressings and other needs. I started to walk out, too, but the nurse said to me, “You may stay, Mrs. Williams, if you wish.” So I stayed. She had seen me kiss Mel, and I was still holding his hand. Since I was obviously pregnant, the nurse must have assumed I was Mel’s wife. The two nurses had to change a large bandage on his groin, and they had a big device to hold the bandage tight. I noticed that Mel had a catheter in his very black and very well-displayed penis. Later I learned they had put a tube into his groin during his surgery. Anyway, he was home three days later.
Mel continued to call me occasionally after we stopped having sex, but I received no more flowers. I did not want to believe my husband when he told me that Mel was seen around the business almost every day with a white woman. By the way he was holding her it was obvious to all that they were lovers. Finally I let my curiosity get the best of me and I called him. I asked him if he had another girlfriend. He laughed, but he finally admitted it. “I got needs, Dee,” he laughed. “After our baby gets out of there so I can get back in things will be like they were.” That hurt.
I avoided until my ninth month telling my doctor that there was a possibility that my baby might be biracial. Then I made up a tale that I had too much to drink at a party, and that one of my husband’s black
acquaintances had taken advantage of me. Since I did not have my diaphragm inserted, there was a remote possibility that he might have been the man who had impregnated me instead of my husband. I don’t think she really believed my story. She smiled and said that such things do happen, and she had seen such cases herself. I think she was merely trying to make me feel better. She thanked me for letting her know. I already knew that the baby was a girl, but she said we would not know whose sperm had reached my egg first until my baby was delivered.
After six hours of labor I delivered my baby girl. She was much larger than my sons had been. My doctor looked at me and smiled, saying, “Your husband will be relieved. She is a beautiful little blonde baby.” When I was being wheeled to my room the nurse whispered, “You are in luck. Your baby does not have any Negroid features.” My doctor had obviously been talking.
EPILOGUE
Mel had gone on several business trips during the latter months of my pregnancy. Well, it turned out he was looking for another business. When our daughter was two months old Mel completed selling his interest in his local auto dealership. He bought into a similar business in California.
My husband had been correct about Mel having another girlfriend. Mel supposedly married her before they moved to California.
Mel had to return a few months later to testify in a lawsuit involving his former business. My husband also had to testify, and he saw Mel and his wife a few times. His wife was seven months pregnant. That meant that Mel had impregnated her while I was pregnant.
According to local sources, Mel’s new business is not doing very good. Most auto dealerships are not. Gary learned that Mel’s wife gave birth to a girl.
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Whew, that must have been quite a rollercoaster. Would you have preferred Mel's child, eventhough he was not that into you for a long term relationship?
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Re: At My Husband's Urging
It's almost surprising how long this well written story has gone without comment from anyone. You did a great job. You conveyed the emotion you experienced. You described the female view of the cuckold husband very well. It was fun reading to the end to discover your baby was blonde/blue and a girl. Good for her that she is racially similar to Gary. There is something primal in a woman having sex. I maintain you knew what you were doing and you enjoyed the risk. The female body is irrational when it comes to getting pregnant. The call of the wild, I suppose. Congratulations on the way your life was going when this story ended. It would be good to provide a follow-up of where things are with you and Gary, you and lovers and you and kids. You will also have to be careful as your daughter gets older. Girls are much more perceptive of subtleties than are boys.
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Re: At My Husband's Urging
All I can say (and I know my wife feels exactly the same as I do) is that the long, slow, but persistent, urging on my part that led to my current "cuckold" status has been the best thing she (and I!) ever did as a married couple. I am absolutely serious about this! Though no one in our family knows anything about our adventures in cuckoldry (our kids would be stunned by knowing their mom is quite the hotwife, and probably equally stunned to find that their old dad LOVES HER MADLY FOR BEING THAT! But it's true)! But, children don't want their parents to have an ounce of sexual lust in their bodies. I get that! That she enthusiastically "fucks" other men would be one shock, but, that she loves fucking eager, big dicked BLACK guys, and WHILE I SET WATCHING HER DOING SO, would really blow some circuits! Would it also blow their minds to know that I hardly ever fuck their mom any more, but jerk-off while these black guys do? Probably! I also think it would surprise them to know that I love licking up these different guys sperm AS IT LEAKS OUT THEIR MOTHERS FORMER BIRTH CANAL! Dad's a cuckold?! Moms a BBC whore?! Uh, yes, that's true! People change. That goes for certain moms and dads as well!