Our Hotwives

Thanks to pakihotwife whose post spurred me to put this down. As it happens, we were a white couple. Our friend was of indian background with a dark complexion.

I’ve posted elsewhere, probably even here, that my wife and I tossed around the possibility during pillow talk of her getting pregnant by Derek her lover. At times this was alternately very scary and then quite arousing for both of us.

While it never happened by accident or on purpose, this guilty fantasy continues to turn me on all these years later.

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My premise is that we decided, in the latter stages of our marriage, to have a third child. (our first two were grown and flown)

We had three options. First, to reverse my vasectomy or otherwise have the clinic retrieve my sperm for conception. Second, try for adoption. Third, to have Derek father our next child. He was already fucking my wife. He was a good guy. With both liked him. Young, bright, healthy, he would do nicely! Why not stop our precautions and let mother nature take her course? If her dark studly lover was amenable, that is.

Together, we would make clear our intentions to Derek. We meant to have another child. Would he mind, have the pleasure of fathering it, no-strings-attached?

An active and virile, but thoughtful young man, he might hesitate. He might need time to consider. Big step.

I imagine the next day, he comes over for a heart-to-heart talk with my wife. I am at work. He asks: are we really serious about this child business? Yes, my wife would reply, we wanted to raise one more child while we could.

Is she sure that I (hubby) am really OK with this? Yes, she was sure I was. We had already had two wonderful kids. Medical reversal of my procedure was not guaranteed. Besides, if he did not chose to “donate” his sperm, we were ready to try to adopt. She explained that I was positively rarin' to be a dad again.

Derek would then ask my wife, ”Are you sure you are good with this?” My wife would clasp his big brown hands in her soft white ones. She would gaze up into his eyes and with a soulfully ernest expression “Derek I would be thrilled to have your baby” (damn, I can so picture this scene. If I was there for real I would be creaming my shorts)

That would do it. As a matter of fact, with them sitting there on our sofa, holding hands, gazing into each others eyes - I expect inspiration would occur immediately.

At work, I would get a call from my wife. “Honey, Derek is here. We had a long talk. He said he would love to help us.”

“Babe, That’s wonderful!” I would exclaim into the phone. The others around me in the office wondering what was up

“Since he is here, we thought we could have some fun.”

I knew what fun meant. Boy did I! We usually shared with me present, but this was a very special occasion. “Oh yeah, sweetie. Please do! Wish I could be there now!”

“Don’t worry honey. We won’t do any real baby-making without you!” - she might say that, she might, at her most naughty moment.

I could imagine her taking Derek by the hand and leading him up to our bedroom. I would not get much work done picturing my wife with her dark lover having steamy afternoon sex. I looked at my desk calender. We knew her cycle. If Derek agreed -we figured we could begin the conception our new child in just days! (a brownish baby girl or boy favoring their bio-father).

Once we were all decided, we would proceed for two or three weeks during the optimum time of her cycle. Hopefully they would fuck several times a week, as schedules allowed, so I could always be present. Who can tell which passionate copulation would be THE ONE. As proud horny papa, I wanted to at least know I witnessed each one. For these special encounters, they would be having sex like they had not experienced before. Completely and gloriously unprotected. His virile seed squirted copiously in my wife’s eager and fertile pussy. Afterwards, I would reclaimed her as much as we wished. But with my vasectomy, it would be highly unlikely that any pregnancy resulted from my barren seed (had not happened yet anyway)

After this heady period, we could agree to pause to reassess. If pregnancy did not occur, we could decide to continue with Derek; try another option or quit (of course we could all back-out at any time). If successful, we could welcome our third child in nine months. Lots and lots of celebratory hot sex before and after.

Knowing Derek’s virility (he has since had kids with another woman) and my wife’s fertility (our first two came quick and were not exactly planned) I have no doubt he could accomplished the baby mission after only a couple of nasty unprotected fucks. The rest being gravy for us to enjoy.

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Well that’s how I imagine it. Years since this was a possibility, I have intense but guilty pleasure imaging Derek knocking-up my sweet wife. Pounding away, shooting every last drop of his potent seed into her pussy. My wife responding, clutching his dark sweaty back, legs spread wide, urging him on as she had done so many times before. So hot!

Thanks for your indulgence.

I’ve had difficulty finding porn pics and stories to help feed this aspect of my fetish.

Most of the stuff I find is way over the top. Degradation, humiliation and even violence. Just not my bag.

Other true-life stories are hard to find. Many have sad elements (as true-life has of course) I prefer happy endings were everyone lives happily ever after.

If this had occurred during our marriage -- Derek fucking and getting my wife pregnant -- I’m certain it would have ended well. We were all mature and reasonably emotionally balanced.

At least I can imagine (and beat-off!) to the great scenario.

We’ve been divorced now for a few years.

Lost touch with Derek. He has since married and moved.

But I imagine running into him some time. We might have a drink at a bar. We would talk about the present, talk about the past. Reminisce about the good-old-days. I would want to tell him again how my wife and I had so much fun. How much she really liked him.

Some point in our conversation I would tell him (as I know I had during that long ago time) what we had fantasized about. If an accident had happened, we would have embraced the occasion and welcomed the child to our family.

I would want to ask him now (our converse well lubricated with alcohol) whether he had ever fantasized about knocking-up my wife. In the heat of passion while pounding away, had he wanted to give her a child?

Shit, if the positions had been reversed, I would have loved to!

Interesting. Perhaps, with the birth and subsequent raising of the 3rd child, that child would no longer be a sexual nuance. Perhaps you'd no longer see any pleasure in the 3rd Childs conception. That child would be yours, and you'd never want to hear from Derek again.

How to get beyond the Vasectomy knowledge of others, friends and relatives. It would take a very solid relationship, Les himself would have to be solid. With a divorce, the worries and expectations of that childs future would circumvent and over shadow more free wheeling adventures of days gone by. Derek would be nothing more than a footnote, or fantasy forgotten.

Oh my god Boof! What are you doing over here?
You were not supposed to see this.
I feel violated.

Of course all of this is ancient history and subsequent fantasy.
Wife and I did talk about another child with me reversed or an adoption.
During a few pillow-talks we did play what-if an accident with Derek occurred
(I've posted about that before).

While our two kids were "in production", I do remember some hot pregnancy sex!

After this hypothetical third child was grown, wife and I in our 80's, me being the perverted bastard I am, no doubt I'd still have some sort of pregnancy fetish!

Les just so you know...our second child....ALMOST.... came along in this manner...the wife and I were on a business trip...when she met a man (Jim) at the conference she just had to have...I agreeded...not that she needed my permission....but soon after she announce she was pregnant....and the shortly added...I hope you are the father and its not Jim...we sweated it out until the birth of a lovely daughter...that is mine !!!!

I began thinking Joan Collins and Star Trek in reading Les's story. Or maybe the Army goes Poly? I once had a similar erection fantasy similar to Les's. It cropped up after many years of marriage, why? My wife would always oblige me with any type of Pillow Talk and bring it to the Big Screen for me. Nothing like having a wife whisper dark fantasies with a minty breath in your ear.

I liked the way Les segued all the way down to Divorce. I think with Divorce we begin to think differently. We begin to covet things in fear of losing them. I wouldn't want Derek at cap and gown time, taking any credit for what I had accomplished. Be gone with you Derek!

Good story and honest approach from my Pardner Les, Boofer

Boof, I just stumble around trying to put down my thoughts, fantasies and memories.
(lots of times alcohollic..ally, you know - BEER - induced). Bad spelling, bad grammar and often incoherent.

You not only express yourself well, but have some very hot and thoughtful stuff to relate. Always enjoy your posts - great reading. Thanks!