Impregnating Sweet Charlene:

A wife story of curiosity and intrigue

By Bertram W. Bronson
mailto:bwbinca@hotmail.com

There are episodes in life that etch indelible patterns into the circuitry of the human brain, days that live in memory, undiminished by the passing of time. So let me wander back and tell you a long twisty tale of such a day, about a happening that lies branded into the very molecules of my brain

It was the way she looked that day, the way she stood nervously by our open bed. My wife's pretty face was hot and blushing, her yellow sundress and white underpants lay pooled around her shapely bare ankles. Charlene stepped timidly out of her panties and I remember his awestruck stare, as the woman I love so dearly lay back on our bed she was bare-ass naked, wearing nothing but a rosy blush and her gold wedding band

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The story begins several years ago a little town in the foothills of southern California. We were the quintessential high school sweethearts. I was her first her only. In our late teens we married. Deeply in love, nearly every night, the sound of our creaking marriage bed merged with my young brides breathy cries.

The months passed, maybe a year, and finally one day the birth control pills lay discarded, banished to the bottom of her undies drawer. Being fertile and unprotected sent Charlene into quivering spasms of excitement. Bedtime was often too long away to wait. Frequently, in the brightness of day, my young pretty wife would skin out of her panties, flip onto her back and offer the tight little seam between her thighs.

Day and night, we made love, hot passionate skin-to-skin love. Countless times I heard the gasping sobbing cry against my neck, Cumm in me darling give me our first baby ohhh do it

With bent knees lifted, her orgasm would send her into belly clenching spasms as my sperm washed into the warmth of her loins. Time and again, we lay on the damp bed sheets, sweaty and breathless, my little darlings slickened vagina flooded with sperm.

Two more years passed, enmeshed in the throes of young love, it was a happy but still childless three year marriage. And with everything that was woman, my pretty wife wanted to fulfill that inbred female need to reproduce one of her kind. Despite the many times we lay linked in a warm sticky clasp of genitalia, my sperm still failed to produce a first baby.

Sorry, the doctors said, it was probably that bike accident when you were a sophomore. We can try an expensive procedure, but theres only a little chance. Eventually we talked about adoption, costly artificial insemination and finally in whispered cautious tones, the socially forbidden act

Yes, it would still be the sensual warm joining of moistened genitalia that ultimate act of marital intimacy, but societal niceties aside, this day it was to be performed as she lay nakedly entwined in the arms of another man.

So my friends, this twisty tale of sex and babies and married love begins to unwind, laying bare its inner core of anguish and jealousy, its essence of love and joyful thrills the very heart and soul of human emotion.

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But it was not to be just any man who would find himself between my sweet Charlenes spread knees, his penis clasped in the warm slipperiness of her loins, but it was destined to be Ralph, an articulate and exceedingly handsome young friend from our college years.

One rainy winter night it all seemed to come together, a whispery merging of our secret fears and expectations. Snuggled in our warm bed Charlene lay with her head resting in the crook of my neck. The room was semi-dark, quiet and serene, raindrops pattered softy on the roof of our modest home, one of those special nights when young marrieds whisper softly in the dark, a night when secrets are shared and promises made.

Amidst the comforting patter of soft rain, Charlene heard my whispered question. Have you been thinking about it? She drew an auspicious breath. It came from deep within, a sigh of thoughtful resignation. Mmm hum, she murmured. A moment of silence followed, then she squeezed my hand and her soft answer flowed across my neck like a brush of warm breath.

Yes darling I think I could do it.

With Ralph?

Mmm hum

Deep in my stomach something stirred. You mean in our bed at home? Not going to the clinic? I whispered.

Yes, she murmured softly. If we do it personally, if we don't use the clinic and we do it in our bed, it could only be with Ralph I think I could do it with Ralph

From the very beginning, as we toyed with the idea, each of us testing the water, I knew it would be Ralph who would impregnate my young wife. There was just something about the confident way he carried himself walking tall and proud with his striking blue eyes and light brown hair. And there was the way my Charlene looked at him the way he sometimes kissed her cheek and gave her a warm friendly hug. Having moved from high school sweetheart to marriage, the warm slippery crease in my wifes groin had never known the penetration of another mans penis and very likely during the first insemination there would be sobs and tear streaked cheeks. But I knew if timid Charlene would allow him into the shelter of her marriage bed; the natural delivery of his sperm would be an extremely sensual and emotional event.

But still not able to verbalize the thought of another mans erect penis in her vagina, doing it personally had become her euphemism for a natural non-clinical transfer of Ralphs sperm. Lets just ask him, I murmured. I'll ask Ralph if hes willing to donate his sperm, and well, you might even conceive after just a few times together.

Do you think he'll be ah willing to to do it with me?

Charlene, even you're not that nave. You've seen the way he looks at you.

Oh no for god sakes Craig, he treats me like a sister.

Yes and with complete respect, but sweetheart hes a man! And when you turn away and his eyes flash down well, its not a sisters curvy backside hes glancing at.

I couldn't see the color flushing her cheeks, but I felt the slight settling back of her pretty head as thoughts of being in our bed with him settled deeper into her mind. So now the festering fantasy of another man slipping a stiffened penis into my wife was becoming an exciting, but sobering reality. Many nights in bed, the possibility of unprotected acts of sexual intercourse with Ralph gradually became the topic of whispered conversation. In my wifes mind they might perform a simple uncomplicated transfer of his sperm, but my mind privately visualized a long sensual act, with his cock punching deep into warm slipperiness of Charlenes vagina and despite the excitement and curiosity, thoughts of her sweet little cries and moans played havoc with my heart.

Doubt no longer existed in our minds, if it happened, he would be the one to leave his sperm in the fertile warmth of my wifes loins. But the little if word found a big place in every conversation. Charlene still had doubts, thousands of doubts and fears.

Oh Craig, we havent kept it a secret, my mother and some of the family know about the bike accident, about the fertility problem. Oh my god, I'd just die of embarrassment if anyone found out about how how I got pregnant.

But you'd be safe here, doing it in the privacy of our bed with the doors locked. It could happen late at night with the house dark or in the middle of the afternoon so no one will suspect. Everyone will think it happened at the fertility clinic. Ralph is trustworthy and good-looking, won't that make it easier? I murmured.

Mmm, yes a little hes, well actually gorgeous.

I could have done without hearing the gorgeous part, but I added, you know he would touch you with care and respect.

Mmm, but still, putting his penis in me, well it seems like such a a sordid thing for a wife to do.

Charlene, we live in a modern age and think of his favorable genetics, I offered, do you remember, Ralph has a Mensa Society IQ?

Yes of course, and I well, I might consider us asking him, but what about the emotional upheaval, Charlene whispered, after its over and you see me lying there in our bed rumpled and flooded with his sperm?

For months I had felt an increasingly strange excitement, but secretly I'd also pondered the possibility of emotional trauma and jealousy. Now, phrased so emotionally; my wife's question punctured my confidence like the sharp prick of a pointy knife. The wind had risen, for several minutes I lay quietly, listening to the spatter of rain hitting the window pane and imagined how it would end each time, with her vagina pinkly stretched and pubic hair smeared with sperm that still trickled down into the crease of her buttocks. My thoughts twisted like the spirals of rain water running down the window pane. I can handle it, I finally said in the most confident tone I could muster. We love each other, and its just to conceive our baby.

However each time we talked about my wife naturally conceiving a child with Ralphs sperm, little strange feelings did run through me, specks of jealousy swirled into the mix of curiosity and excitement. Little nagging thoughts entered my curious mind. I pondered it, imagining him between Charlenes legs, his penis sliding into the slipperiness of her vagina and wondered what it would be like to see it happen, or maybe just hear the sound of bed creaks and whimpers through our closed bedroom door.

Well Craig, so maybe you can handle it, but still, we could just ask Ralph to met with us at the clinic, do it there artificially!

Uh-huh, we could. But old taboos are largely in the past sexuality is out of the closet.

And so? She searched the brevity of my comment for any subtle innuendo.

Well can you imagine sophisticated Ralph masturbating into a cup while a nurse stands outside waiting? And hes such a dear friend, he might even be disappointed that you don't trust him to well, to touch you intimately.

Oh my god, thats pretty silly. I'm beginning to think you just want to see Ralph touch me that way with his penis. Her voice softened to the barest whisper, Oh my god you do don't you?

Now whos being silly? I countered. But her insight hit home, hit right in the pit of my stomach where these strange urges were building. I began to wonder if I really could handle it, seeing them kiss and wander hand-in-hand up the staircase to our bed. Stomach twisting sounds would travel down the stairwell, the bed creaking, her gasps and cries but my curiosity kept egging me on.

Well then we could still just use an anonymous sperm donor at the clinic, she mused. And then it would be done artificially for sure, she added with a pertinent glance into my eyes.

Mmmm, yes we could, I commented in a sober tone. But the anonymous part is kinda frightening not knowing the physical attributes of the donor, his intellectual capacity, nothing of his family genetics. And well just think about Ralph passing his fantastic IQ on to our child.

Oh darling I know, I think of that all the time, but doing it personally with Ralph having another man put his penis in me and thrusting into me, my wife whispered, isnt that just as frightening?

Uh-huh, itd be a very emotional thing for me, I admitted. But what about you, does it frighten you, thinking of feeling his penis in there?

The answer was slowing coming. For the first time we were actually speaking of another mans cock, openly acknowledging the necessity of its stiffness thrusting deep into the fertile warmth of my wifes vagina. Charlene twisted a little, squirming against me under the blankets. Her thin nightie had ridden up to her hips and I felt my wifes warm bare ass wiggle up against my stomach and wondered if images of another mans stiffened cock were flashing through her mind.

Easing my arm across Charlenes hip, I let my hand slip up under the hem of her nightie. My hand lay resting on her little round belly on the smooth little warm belly where another man may soon release his sperm. I brushed my fingers along the smoothness of her skin, across her dainty belly button, lower, fingertips grazing a thin fringe of curling hair. With my sweet Charlene held safely in my arms, my mind wandered, straying off into new places, places we had never been, places where other men touched my wife, kissed my wife, slipped their fingers up under her nightie... and fucked her

In a protective clasp I held Charlene close; the skin of her warm stomach was silky smooth under my hand, her warm satiny bare ass pressed against my groin. Eyes closed, the room dark and quiet, we lay spooned together, each engrossed in our own thoughts. On the insides of my eye-lids, blurry pictures began to take shape. Fuzzy indistinct images of other men fucking Charlene flickered like the script of an old time movie. I watched my young pretty wife giving herself to another man, turning onto her back and lifting the hemline of her wispy thin nightie above her little belly-button. When she looked at his thick cock and spread her knees, I sucked in a deep breath and released it in a long audible sigh.

Charlene stirred, her face turning toward me on our shared pillow. Darling, are you all right?

Mmm, just crazy thoughts running through my head.

Thoughts about doing it of me doing it with Ralph?

Mmm hum thoughts of what it might be like.

I closed my eyes again and the persistent image of my wife was still there, naked on our bed. Like a blonde angel fallen from heaven, she now lay before Ralph flush-faced, with knees bent and spread, she lay waiting. Spilling moisture glistened in the pink crease of her cunt. Along the vertical seam in her loins, the ooze of love fluids, had wetted and darkened the roots of thin blondish curls. In the swirling twisting darkness of my imagination, I watched Ralph move into position between my wifes raised knees. The swollen head of his cock brushed against her pubic hair and with a slight up-curving of her spine, my wife offered him the slippery opening of her snug little cunt. His hips eased on down, filling the space between her spread thighs; she sighed, then groaned as the long length of his cock slid smoothly into the slick slippery warmth stretching and filling her cunt the swollen head now deep into fertile depths of her married belly.

The room was dead still, just my quickening breath and the electric hum of our old bedside clock. I held Charlene close; her warm hind-end still snuggled against my groin. But as I clung to her sweet warmth, breathing in the scent of her blonde hair I watched as Ralph began fucking my wife I watched her responding, her feet lifting over his back. Unconsciously my fingers trailed along the curvature of her stomach, brushing down into the fringe of pubic curls, then back to cup over the smoothness of her naked belly. Thats were his cock will be deep inside here the thought of his long cock in my wife's belly sent shivery little tickles wiggling down into my groin.

From some distant place in my imagination, I heard myself murmur, Sweetheart, you didnt answer if we don't go to the clinic with Ralph, will it frighten you, to just let him use his penis to feel it in here while he does it?

Finally in a slow thoughtful voice she answered

Well really Craig, I wouldnt be actually frightened. I mean having sex with Ralph, the feeling of his penis, well, it isnt frightening in the sense of being really scared but my God, how embarrassing to have to undress and expose my... myself. And oh my God think how many times I might have to to do it with him.

How many times do you think, I pondered aloud, as the thought of Ralph getting into bed with my wife a dozen times began sinking deeper into my head. There was another long silence while her delightful little mind formulated an answer. Theres a statistic somewhere here, she murmured.

Charlene leaned away. Cooler air touched my stomach were her warm bare ass had been. My wife snapped on the bed lamp. Reaching across for her doctor book she began fumbling through the pages. Well of course I could get pregnant the first ah time with Ralph, but statistically

Her voice lowered to a soft murmur and while giving me sideways glances to measure my reaction, she began reading aloud. Statistically, during a fertile wifes monthly cycle, only seven out of a hundred acts of unprotected intercourse result in pregnancy. Her hushed tone as she acknowledged the probable number of contacts with his penis and the way she spoke the words, putting emphasis on the word unprotected touched a tender nerve.

Now, past speaking in generalities and innuendo, she set the book aside and snuggled her warm backside under the blankets. I know this woman from the top of her shiny blonde head to the tips of her toes. Darling, she said in her pay attention voice. Doing it with each other seems so natural, but have you really thought about it Craig... that your wife would be a least partly naked with him and lying there feeling the warm bare skin of his penis pressing deep inside my vagina have you thought how salaciously intimate that is for a woman?

Yes of course, I understand the sensation you're going to feel. I think of it all the time and wonder how you'll respond. Frankly dear, sometimes it leaves a little hollow spot in my stomach.

Darling, it does scare me a little too, doing something so intimate with another man feeling his penis in me, well, I could possibly lose my composure my emotional control. Do you ever think of that happening?

Charlene, it never leaves my mind

But honestly, really being honest Craig, I'm wondering about how it will feel inside me will it feel the same as your penis, will I feel all that that same sensation, that urge to to move my hips?

Sweetheart, if we go ahead with this will it excite you a lot? I probed very cautiously.

There was a long hesitation, my naive little wife looked for several moments into my eyes and then with a blush she turned away. Uh-huh it might, I really don't know, she whispered.

Her eyes stared off across the bedroom and fixated somewhere in the shadowy distance. I've thought of it over and over, she murmured. I might try to lie there, embarrassed and quiet and just wait for him to leave his sperm, but then I think of his penis inside me moving in and out like yours does and I think of the feeling and all the sensation and, ohhh god, I just don't know

For the thousandth time I thought of Ralph fucking my shy little darling, I thought of his cock thrusting into the moist tender tissues of her vagina what she would be feeling; perhaps the emotion pull and the urge to close her eyes and give herself over to the thrilling feeling of his cock. The lamp light was low, but I turned her face so I could look into her misty blue eyes. Darling, we cant deny this to each other, if we do this, you'll be actually fucking with him in our bed, and therell be intense excitement and sensation and feeling. I don't expect you to deny yourself the thrill and excitement of breeding a child with Ralph.

My wife's puritanical sensitivities run close to the surface. Oh Craig I hate that F word, she whispered. But when I think of being with him that way fu fucking with him, well I get the strangest feeling.

Well, Charlene, you've never known another man that way, but we must face reality, by any other word, thats what will happen if we go ahead with this.

And you expect that that I'll be excited and?

Yes dear I do. And maybe not the first time, but nature will have its way and I expect you'll have orgasms perhaps every time. Her face colored. We had never mentioned the likelihood of orgasms with Ralph. Sweetheart, while trying to conceive a child, having an orgasm on a mans penis is a perfectly natural female response.
The sheer honesty of my words touched her. Charlene looked straight into my eyes as the hard reality of sharing numerous sensual fucks with Ralph settled into her nave little mind. To hide the blush rising up on her cheeks, she reached out and quickly clicked off the light. Just as the darkness closed around us, I read the unspoken question lingering in her eyes

If I do if I have orgasms, will you handle that also?

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Later I was nearly asleep. I felt her turning, moving restlessly on her pillow. From across the room, the bathroom nightlight cast a soft glow across her pretty face. She saw my eyes had opened and I heard a softly whispered question.

Darling, while we were at UCLA, did you ever seen Ralph without his clothes?

Ah, well no, I guess not. Why?

Just wondering...

Wondering what? I leaned up and looked into her eyes.

Oh nothing really

Charlene! Nobody wonders about nothing!

Well just wondering what his his penis is like wondering how it might feel, inside me.

Stilling the quiver in my voice, I asked, Sweetheart, have you decided to find out?

Mmmm I think so

I smiled, she cuddled next to me. Again I was nearly asleep.

Darling?

Yes, I muttered into my pillow.

I hope the baby has his blue eyes.

Mmm, probably it will, I murmured in a sleepy voice.

Darling but if you watch, I'm not sure I can do it

I smiled again, pulled her close and we both drifted into sleep.

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To be continued in part two.

Impregnating Sweet Charlene: (Part 2)

By: Bertram W. Bronson

Several tense weeks passed. With dozens of whispered pillow talks still fresh in my memory it was about to happen her clothing, a tangled pool of white on the floor by our bed my darling Charlene, hot and naked in the strong arms of another man. The image of him between her spread knees sent twitching little sensations crawling down into the pit of my stomach.

Nail-biting minutes passed as my lovely wife sat with him in the living room. I waited, pacing around, my nerves crawling with unspent energy. Soon our college friend would be leading my blushing wife up to our bedroom and it was no longer just a whispered bedtime fantasy, or one of those blurry haunting images that flitted through my mind on quiet rainy nights.

It was my very existence, my love, my wife, my world..

So beware my friends, that is the way of hot wife fantasies; sometimes they creep out of the secret darkness of your mind and suddenly leap into your real world. Thoughts of seeing her with another man lurk in your mind. What would it be like, you wonder to see her pull down her panties and spread her knees for another man? In the privacy of your bed, you whisper these exciting thoughts to your shy pretty wife. The prim little darling lowers her lashes and murmurs: Ohh no, I couldnt ohh never

but never gradually becomes Well ah, maybe.

and maybe slowly becomes Yes, but some other time.

and some other time can surprisingly become now.

and now starts eating raw little holes in your guts.

And for me, the event loomed, minutes away, maybe it would be an hour away, but the excitement, the expectation sent the blood racing through my veins. Before the earth made another revolution and this day passed into night hell have my shy wife down on our marriage bed hot-faced, warm and naked and for my innocent young wife it will be a long sensual experience. From the middle of our creaking bed, will come the sound of wifely whimpers and sobbing cries. I will hear it, see it, and experience the achy anguish and thrills. And the rush of anticipation sent hot flashes up the back of my neck, but all the while I waited with his sharp teeth, the green monster of jealousy was busy chewing those little holes in the lining of my stomach.

And as you may find out, the anxious waiting is the worst part. Sitting quietly in the shadows, swallowing down the dread and apprehension as you wait for it to happen for him to put your pretty wife down on her back and reach up under her skirt you wait for him to get her panties down and ease his hips between her spread knees his stiffened cock disappears into the shadows between her thighs and nerves tight, you wait to hear that first little shrieking cry

And so with a weak stomach, you wait for that moment, for an event which will grasp your guts with icy fingers and spin your conscious mind off into some other place. Its a distant paralyzing place, from where you can only look down and watch in wonder as he humps his hips between her thighs. And perhaps hours later, when your darling wifes last little whimper has faded away and finally you return, it will be to a new and differently exciting world.

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But back to my own story of agony and intrigue It seemed like hours passed they're still sitting on the living room sofa, my wife glancing into his eyes, gradually touching his hand, preparing herself for what the next hour will bring to our marriage.

I busied myself around the house, from the hall doorway I occasional glanced in, trying to go unnoticed and not interfere with the ebbing flow of emotion. A crimson flush of anticipation had risen on her cheeks. I noticed the occasional little shifting of her buttocks against the seat cushion as the creamy moisture gathered along the little slit in her loins. Sitting in her dampening panties, excitement and curiosity glimmered in the depth of her deep blue eyes.

There was an occasional brush of lips across her cheek, their lips touched lightly, then a little more firmly. His arm slipped around her waist, my wifes lips parted under his and I found myself watching Charlenes first warm kiss with another man. Somewhere within my very soul I could feel my wife kissing him, the soft moist press of those warm lips I know so well the tip of her pointy little tongue slipping from between her parted lips, lightly touching his his touching hers.

From the shadows of the hallway, for the first time I saw my sweet shy wife kissing another man with passion her hand moving up along his back, her warm fingers clasping the back of his neck holding her face to his. My fingers tightly gripped the doorframe as my muscles grew tense. On unsteady knees, I watched the deepening kiss, witnessed the moist warm suctioning mix of mouths and breath and tongues and lips and my aching heart cried, even as it sent the blood rushing down into the pulsing length of my gradually swelling penis.

It seemed an eon later before their moist lips parted and with his eyes staring into hers, whispered words passed between them. Words I couldn't hear and could only imagine. With a long soft sigh, my blushing wife lowered her dark eye lashes as if ashamed of the urges rushing through her loins. While above her head, our open bed lay prepared and waiting

Then with the slightest nod of her head, she held out her hand. Ralph stood and reached down for my wife's outstretched fingers. She flushed hotly, glancing to see if I was watching it was now, that long awaited now. My stomach churned, my heart thumping in my chest.

At the bottom of the staircase, Charlene paused, looking back, reaching out her hand for me to follow. In times long passed, a man about to lose his head got a ride to the guillotine in an ox cart but I had to walk and on shaky legs, up those stairs, one weak-kneed step at a time.

Theyre standing hand-in-hand

Glancing through the door

Our bed waiting and ready

Her face hotly flushed

Slowly, hesitantly, my sweet Charlene approached the bed, while Ralph moved quietly to the other side. She never looked more beautiful, standing there in her plain thin summer dress, her lovely face flushed with embarrassment and a glimmer of fear in her eyes. She leaned against me, her cheek resting warmly on mine. Looking over her shoulder, the same pretty face stared back at me from her wedding picture the same bright blue eyes and flushed cheeks. Turning her head, my wife's eyes followed mine, seeing herself in the virginal white of her wedding gown, a bright new band of gold on her finger. Ohhh God, she gasped.

Oh darling, I feel so strange doing this in our room right in our bed.

Reality presents itself in stark and unforgiving forms and the presence of another man in the privacy of her bedroom seemed to suddenly loom. I squeezed my lovely wifes hand, a gesture of husbandly approval and assurance. With a long sigh she looked down at the open bed the blankets turned down so meaningfully ready. Sweetheart, its going to be all right. I'm here I'm here for you.

Yes yes Craig, I know.

But my pretty blonde wife was but a few minutes away from fucking another man in our bed and she stood shifting her feet, fidgeting with the ring on her third finger. With a thoughtful step and a half, Charlene reached out and slowly turned her wedding picture face down. Starting to remove her wedding band, my wife paused and turned facing me, anxiety in her eyes, her wedding ring clasped between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand. Darling, I shouldn't not with your ring on my finger.

Raw heart-tugging emotion welled up in me. Yes you can and you must, my precious sweetheart that ring, our marriage, our love, is all a part of the child you'll bring into this world and our baby should be conceived while that band of gold rests on your finger.

Oh I love you so much... she murmured.

As the sob rose in her throat, I eased her rounded buttocks down onto the side of our marital bed, the bed where so many times we had lain on love dampened sheets, our hearts and minds linked, our loins still wetly entwined in the breathless wonder of it all.

But now, like a prim little blonde princess, she sat stiffly upright with her dimpled knees pressed firmly together. In a nervous gesture, she brushed back her long blonde hair and used the back of her hand to wipe away a tear. Questioning blue eyes, stared silently up at me. I knew the question in the dark privacy of this very bed it had been whispered many times.

Looking down into the blue of her innocent eyes, I answered the unspoken question in a whispery tone of love and confidence.

My darling Charlene, I love you with all my heart and nothing you do here and nothing that happens here today will change that nothing

I kneeled on the floor next to her knees. My wife leaned close and I felt her warm lips brush mine. Oh Craig, I know I know. Its just well I'm so nervous.

It was almost an instinctive reaction, hugging my wife, letting my hand slide up under her dress, up along her silky thigh, touching her like I must have done a hundred times. My fingertips eased up beyond the humid warmth of her inner thigh, pressing against panty cloth and soft pliant flesh. As she squirmed and tried to wiggle away, I slipped a finger under the elastic, into that hidden place where slippery wetness wells up into curly soft hair she was so warm, so wet, so ready for his cock.

Charlene was breathing through parted lips, her pink tongue flicking nervously across her plush lower lip. Across the bed, our close friend Ralph stood waiting. My wifes ocean-blue eyes were flashing back and forth between us as she pushed my hand out from under her dress. Catching her shy glance, his eyes locked with hers and the deep blush rose higher on her pretty cheeks.

But aside from weak stomachs and shaking hands, everything was going as planned. Earlier, setting the stage for this momentous day, my wife had freshened the sheets and turned down the bedding. On the lower floor, the doors were all locked, his car parked discreetly within our closed garage. The answering machine reported our unavailability, Sorry we are not available to take your call

Not available, was the ultimate understatement as we were in the midst of one of the most earth shaking moments of our marriage. Behind drawn drapes, my deliciously shy wife was sitting on the side of our bed about to take her clothes off for another man. In the next hour, hidden from the world, in the secrecy privacy of our home, he would take my blushing wife. In the middle of our bed, with spread knees drawn back and her pearly toes pointed at the ceiling, he would slide his stiffened cock into the warm body of my little darling.

Nothing in my life compared to the wild belly twisting, heart thumping excitement of watching my young pretty wife about to give herself to another man... nothing. I've jumped from airplanes with a mere canopy of silk between me and the hard earth thousands of feet below and the thrill paled in comparison to watching my lovely Charlene look into the eyes of another man while knowing, in just minutes she would be naked in his arms.

Through a crack in the closed drapery, a slanting sliver of late sunlight cast a warm sensual glow across the white sheets. The lighting would be subdued, but for the first time, Ralph and Charlene were about to see each other naked, touch each other fuck each other. Looking down upon the clean white bed sheet where it was going to happen sent shivers of excitement washing into the pit of my stomach. I willed myself to relax with a stiffened long cock hell settle between her thighs, it will happen and soon be over.

I could sense Charlenes last moment of indecision, but with a blushing glance across the bed at Ralph, she kicked off her leather sandals. With her curvy behind perched on the side of our bed, she waited, nervously wiggling her bare toes against the bedroom carpet. The unconscious act of baring her feet seemed an instinctive move. At the thought of taking off her clothes she was breathing deeply and quivering with embarrassment.

Sweetheart, standup a moment, I whispered, let me un-zip your dress.

Under Charlenes thin summer dress, she wore only a white bra and thin panties. Barefooted now, she stood and her arms quickly slipped around my neck. Easing an arm around her waist, holding her against me, I could feel her warm skin through the thin dress. My hand settled on the curve of her rump. I could feel the elastic waist of her panties and the plush curve of her shapely ass. She was trembling. Her groin pressed against me as though seeking to protect her little round belly from the imminent thrusts of another mans stiff eager cock.

Oh Craig, I don't know this is such a big step to take

My precious darling was clinging to me, her breasts cushiony soft against my chest. Oh my God she breathed.

Want to stop think about it for a few more days? We can ask Ralph to come back another day.

But the age-old instinct to breed babies runs deep in the subconscious mind of the human female. And the deeply buried urge is there to be impregnated by the stiffened penis of an available alpha male, as nature cares not for the subtlety of husbands and wedding rings.

After a long thoughtful pause, she whispered. No, lets lets try my cycle is right and I may get pregnant with Ralph if if we do it today.

But the thought of taking another mans penis into her body was an emotional roller coaster; her feelings veering back and forth like a willow tree whipping in the wind. She took another hesitant step closer to our bed and then turned, twisting quickly back into my arms again, her face cuddled into the crease of my neck. I could feel the heat of her, the slight muscular trembling. I thought of how exciting this was going to be for Ralph getting my blushing shy wife down on our bed, feeling the clasp of her young cunt, warm and slippery on his cock, fucking her and feeling the twisting and squirming of her lovely ass

And Charlene was blushing and hot. Beyond any tiny doubt, deep between the cheeks of her curvy buttocks, her snug little vagina was seeping with warm slippery moisture. A little pang of jealousy wiggled its way into my stomach my shy young wife was squirming with anxiety, but during those panty-wetting moments of anxiety, she was going to be a warm delicious, very sensual fuck. And just the thought of Ralphs cock pushing into the private warm slickness of my wife sent a tingling rush to my groin.

I felt her clinging arms lift from my neck, her fingers pressing and creeping into the hair at the back of my head. With her lovely warm breasts snuggled against my chest she drew my face down close to hersshe stared up at me; tears glistening in her lovely blue eyes. Oh darling, I'm so nervous, she whimpered. But I need this to happen I want to conceive a baby for us for our marriage but ohh my God, I'm so nervous and shaking

In this moment of heartrending emotion, her fingers tightened on the back of my head, she lifted her pretty face drawing me still closer. A tear brimmed over and left a shiny little streak across her flushed cheek. I felt the barest fractional touch of soft lips moving against mine as she whispered:

Craig my darling, I love you so very much but I want to make love with Ralph I want him to fuck me at least this one time.

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To be continued in part three.

Impregnating Sweet Charlene: (Part 3)

By: Bertram W. Bronson

bwbinca@hotmail.com

I want to make love with Ralph fuck with him at least this one time. My wifes breathy whisper wiggled into the very depth of my innards. A compelling urge to let this happen welled up from within my stomach and spread out into my groin.

We hugged, our thumping hearts beating as one. In the crotch of my pants, I could feel my penis lengthening and beginning to stiffen. Breathing deeply, I nuzzled my lips into the soft blonde hair on the top of Charlenes lovely head. About to slip off her clothes and fuck with another man, my wife was trembling in my arms. Quivering with excitement? Or was she trembling with apprehension and dread? I knew not which certainly a swirling twisty mix of both.

Charlene, we can never undo this you sure? I whispered, as the sweet musky scent of recent shampoo drifted into my flaring nostrils.

Mmmm, I I think so, she murmured in an unsteady voice.

I gave her a final hug, then slip out of your clothes and stretch out on the bed for Ralph. It was an emotional moment while her pretty face flushed with embarrassment; she glanced across our wide king-size bed at Ralph. The shame of undressing for another man colored her pretty cheeks. I'll just take off my panties and open my knees and he can he can lift the front of my dress and do it

Sweetheart, I murmured. I know you're embarrassed, but lets take off all your clothes not just your underpants. I gave her a tender squeeze, whispering softly against her ear, Charlene, you have such a lovely body I'm so proud of your beauty and well, to be honest, I'd like to see you undress for Ralph.

It took a moment while the realization settled in. Oh darling, I always knew this, from the beginning I knew. It excites you, doesnt it having me take off my clothes for him? Letting him see your wife naked?

I felt a little surge of guilt. My wife glanced into my shifting eyes where the obvious answer lurked. Yes yes it does, I shamefully admitted.

Oh Craig yes I'm ashamed, but it excites me too.

Help me undress and put me on the bed for him. Darling, I want you to be the one to put me down on the bed. As she spoke, her flushed face was close to mine. I could feel her quickening excitement, her warmth, a little of her gradually diminishing fear. Her fingers began reaching for the button clasp at the back of her dress. She reached, nervous fingers fumbling to get the little white button out of the loop.

Charlene turned her back to me. My zipper the button, I cant get it

I brushed the long silky blonde hair from the collar of her dress and worked at the single button at the back of her neck. With nervous unsteady fingers I got the button through the cloth loop and searched for the little zipper tab. I felt the metallic touch on my fingertips and the thought ran through my swirling mind I could stop this right now, not undress my wife stop this whole crazy thing and take her and Ralph to a fertility clinic. It would then be a sterile procedure, just a thin glass syringe containing his sperm, no thrusting of a long stiffened cock into my blushing darlings little pink vagina. I felt the pulse of excitement in my groin. It would be so simple, so easy to just let Ralph fuck my wife and release his sperm, but I stood racked with indecision

The little metal zipper tab was like holding the trigger of an explosive between my nervous fingers. For what seemed an eternity I paused. It would take just a downward pull on this insignificant little metal zipper and my lovely wifes dress would slip from her shoulders and pool around her bare feet. She would stand there, next to our bed and near naked before another man. I knew an intensely exciting act of intercourse was going to follow naked on our bed, another man between her bent knees. Vacillation prevailed I stalled, knowing a simple quick tug on that zipper would release an explosion of emotion, changing our lives our, marriage, our whole future.

But then resigned, leaving my fate in the hands of the Gods, I drew one last quivering breath and ran the zipper down past the back-strap of her bra. It seemed surreal; I had done it, preparing my wife for intercourse with our closest male friend, my nervous fingers had just unzipped her dress. The room had gone quiet, just our excited breathing and the soft raspy sound of her zipper. She felt the cooler air on her exposed back.

Oh Craig honey, I feel so strange and so warm and wet down there, she panted against my ear.

Sweetheart, your vagina its warm and getting wet?

Mmm hum, are you ashamed of me?

I love you darling can you feel your panties getting wet?

Mmm humm

Tingling with both dread and secret anticipation, my lovely blushing wife was wetting herself. Even after so much planning, it seemed unbelievable in a few more minutes they would actually be naked on our bed together. I could only imagine their mutual thrill as his stiffened penis pressed deep into the warm slipperiness of her rapidly wetting loins. Quickly the inevitable lusty thrusting will occur, therell be sobbing cries and the ultimate spurting release of sperm.

With the sensuality of those raw images swirling through my head, I pressed a loving kiss against the back of my wife's warm neck and slowly, my fingers quivering with excitement, I brushed the sleeves of the thin summer dress off the slope of her smooth tan shoulders. The cloth was warm from her body heat and I felt the soft cotton graze the tips of my nervous fingers as it fell from my grasp. The wispy cotton fabric slithered down, over her arms, over the up-thrust of her breasts, over the curve of her shapely ass, on down to settle around her trim bare ankles

A flush of heat washed across her pretty face.

In the periphery I could see Ralph watching as the thin dress slithered down over the curves of Charlenes lovely heart-shaped ass. I heard his quick intake of breath. His eyes roamed over her naked back, on down to her panty covered buttocks. At the bottom of her smooth sloping back, just above the elastic waist of her white panties, twin little dimples embellish the delightful swell of her gorgeous rump. The panties were thin, revealing smoothly rounded curves and the deep crease between her buttocks.

My hot-faced vision of loveliness glanced across her shoulder at Ralph. Sweet Charlene stood before him in her thin underwear and for a fractional second their eyes met, then quivering in embarrassment, her dark lashes lowered and she looked away. The air bristled with excitement and anticipation. Ralph stared at the curvy shape of my wife's panty covered ass. He clenched his jaw and I saw him swallow deeply.

There was something strangely exciting about undressing my shy wife for another man seeing his stiffening cock lifting the front of his pants as his eyes roamed over her lush curves. I stood behind her for a moment, my hands resting on the smooth skin of my wife's bare shoulders, my lips against the side of her neck. I felt her slight shiver, her excited breathing. Oh my dear God she gasped. Honey is this really going to happen?

The question was merely rhetorical we knew we both knew; there would be no stopping now. Somewhere, lurking deep in her subconscious, Charlene had a secret desire to fuck our handsome college friend. As she stood by our bed with a warm moistening vagina, a flush of wifely shame colored her pretty cheeks. And he was standing on the other side of the bed, his stiffened cock had already formed a lump on the front of his pants my hot little wife was wetting herself and nearly naked there would be no stopping

My blushing Charlene was standing in her white bra and panties with her back to Ralph and I moved around to her front. Kneeling on the floor, I slipped my fingers under the elastic and began to pull her panties down. I felt her hands nervously clasp my head, her sharp nails on my scalp. She pulled my face against the smoothness of her belly.

Ohhh honey ohh, this so embarrassing with Ralph watching. Ohh my god, I'm so wet down there let me take my panties off under the bed sheet where he cant see.

Ignoring Charlenes little squeaks of embarrassment, my kissing lips followed at the edge of the elastic as I continued to lower my shy wife's underpants. Kissing lower along my wife's bare belly, moving her panties still lower, my chin soon brushed into the soft curls of her pubic hair. Across the bed Ralph watched excitedly as I lowered my wife's white panties. And first the little dimples and then crease of her curvy bare ass came into his view. His cock was bulging in his pants. With his eyes fixed on the curvy cheeks of Charlenes naked buttocks, he began to unbuckle his belt.

In another minute I had my wifes panties around her knees and my nose and lips pressing into the aromas puff of her curly pubic hair. She wiggled in embarrassment; I felt the sharpness of her nails tighten against my scalp, ohh dont not now, hes watching. Clasping my hands on her hip bones I held her squirming bare belly against my face. Little blonde pubic curls tickled my nose and the faint, very delicate pee like fragrance of female genitalia flowed in delightful little waves up through my nostrils. It was the scent of human life and love, the inspiring aroma of that wondrous precious creature we call woman and I pray Gods angels protect them now and until the end of time.

Pulling her crotch-dampened panties down for another man, feeling her warmth, the silky smooth texture of her skin against my lips, I knew I loved her as deeply as a man can love a woman. From down between her thighs, humid and warm, the wafting amorphous scent of female excitement rose from her loins. I felt light-headed and the excitement rushed clear to the tips of my toes. I heard Charlenes little pleas of embarrassment.

Don't don't, oh Craig please, hes watching let me get under the bed sheet. In a state of shuddering excitement, I pressed one last wet kiss an inch under her dainty belly button and rose to my feet.

Deeply embarrassed now, she stood there shaking nervously, her lovely breasts were still encased within her bra, but the yellow sundress and her white underpants lay tangled around her shapely bare ankles. With her panties in a tangle around her feet, Charlene heard the tiny jangle of Ralphs belt buckle, she shifted nervously, her toes curling and pressing into the carpet. At the sound of Ralph opening his pants she drew a quick ragged breath, then clasping my hand to support her balance one dainty pink toed foot at a time, she stepped out of her panties.

Stepping out of her clothing, she continued keeping her back turned to Ralph, instinctively hiding her bare belly and the soft mossy fluff of golden-brown hair on her pubic bone. Within the security of her bra, Charlenes firm pink-nippled breasts still lay hidden from his eyes. But within me, a strange force was moving I wanted Ralph to see my lovely wife totally naked and for the same strange reason I wanted to see Charlene completely naked with him, making love with him... his erected penis pushing into her loins.

My voice was strained, un-hook your bra, I whispered. I glanced across the bed at Ralph; his belt was now open and he was unbuttoning his pants, unzipping and preparing to take his penis out. The image of her slippery wetness on his cock swirled into my thoughts. Soon the viscosity of my wifes warm loins would be leaving glistening streaks on the length of his cock and the sordid image burned into my mind.

Ralph dropped his pants and pushed down the waistband of his boxer shorts. His cock popped out, long, already swollen and standing stiff with eagerness. It was straining and curving upwards in readiness, the uncircumcised head distended and much thicker than the stem. I felt a sudden queasiness at the thought of the swollen head stretching my wifes tight little cunt and pressing into her belly.

Charlene glanced at the length of his exposed cock and momentarily froze. Her hands were behind her back fumbling with the double hooks of her bra. Then with a last gasp of blushing embarrassment, she bared her lovely pink-nippled breasts. The bra slipped through her nervous fingers and fell to the floor. With a flaming hot face she finally turned and faced him. Bare-ass naked, wearing nothing but her wedding rings, my shy lovely wife stood trembling by the side of our bed. The biting ongoing image of that moment still lives in some secret part of my psyche.

Reaching for her hand again, I could feel her fingers trembling.

Move onto the bed, I mumbled.

Craig, remember your promise to to leave?

Yes, I reluctantly murmured.

Darling, I'll die of embarrassment if you watch this.

I know, I'll leave before well before he starts.

Will you leave before he puts his penis in? Oh Craig you shouldnt see that happen

Uh-huh, I murmured rather vaguely.

Now the moment was here, standing quivering and naked, a sob welled up in her throat. Oh Craig, I need this to happen, but are you sure you'll still love me after?

Yes sweetheart more than ever and we've come this far, so if you're ready, just sit back and relax on the bed. I'll stay right with you until he well, until he begins to push his penis in.

Then you'll go, you wont watch?

In a vague response I squeezed her hand and his eyes followed the slight sway of my wifes shapely breasts as I eased her naked hips down onto the bed. Deep in my squirming guts I felt an undeniable urge to stay in the room and see Ralph push his cock into Charlene. But it would be a sweet and sour thrill, just sitting there and watching all the while he fucked my nervous wife. The bile might be rising up in my throat, but unless Charlene asked again well, I knew I wouldn't just walk out and leave her alone with him.

Positioning the pillows, I guided Charlene down and turned her onto her back. She stretched out, hiding her blushing face with the back of her hand. Hot-faced and sneaking peeks at him from between her fingers, my lovely long-legged wife lay naked before another man and I felt my heart already thumping thumping...

Ralph moved closer and while staring down at the beauty of my naked wife, he lifted one knee onto the side of the mattress. I found my eyes straying to the long stiffness of his exposed cock as he looked down at Charlene, at her lovely up-sloping breasts, her smooth little belly, and just a small tuff of curly very light brown pubic hair showing between her clenched thighs.

With an up-angling swollen cock, Ralph looked down in awe at my wife's bare stomach so smooth and sweetly tanned by the California sun. His eyes moved downward from her little bellybutton and fixated on the thin wisps of light golden brown hair that disappeared down between her creamy thighs.

My God, he gasped. Shes lovely a natural blonde.

Hearing the excitement in his voice, her face flamed a thousand shades of red and she tried to cover the curly strands with her hand. Shivering in embarrassment, Charlene cupped her hand over her pubic bone, but he could still see the puffy start of her labial crack and thin tuffs of golden hair curling out from between her fingers.

So lovely shes a gift from the Gods, he murmured under his breath.

I could sense his building excitement, his urge to fuck my angelic little darling. With a shifting of hips and knees, Ralph drew a deep breath and eased down on the bed next to my naked wife. Now they were close, nearly touching his stiffly erect cock now so near the wet warmth of my wife's loins. A lingering trace of her perfume hovered in the air filling the bed, filling the very air he breathed with the scent of my sweet little blonde wife. Charlene fluttered her eyelids, deep blue eyes peeked shyly up at Ralph, at his pulsing cock so swollen and ready to take her.

The sweat was gathering in my armpits, the pressure building as I watched them naked together on my bed. Soon they would touch and kiss and make love. What a crazy feeling ran through me. I wanted to pull her away from him and at the same time I wanted to watch him slide his stiff cock into my wife. He reached out a hand to touch Charlene and even before his fingers could reach her bare skin, a wash of tension rippled through my stomach and tightened the knot in my guts.

Gently he rested his hand, palm down on the curve of Charlenes stomach. At the touch of his hand she flinched, then slowly turned her face and lay gazing nervously up into his eyes. During a moment of mutual fascination, neither moved, his hand just lay resting on the little rounded mound of her naked belly. I could sense their growing anticipation; he was staring down into the depth of her deep blue eyes, my wife was looking back, her eyes bright with excitement. Letting just the weight of his hand rest on the warm skin of her naked belly, he leaned down and his lips brushed her warm cheek, the corner of her mouth. With her breath coming in little puffing gasps, her lips parted and they kissed.

I saw her eyes close, her lips soften under his. A soft moan it came from deep in her throat. Her hand lifted, fingertips grazing along his arm, over his shoulder and then resting against the back of his neck. With warm lips open under his, her delicate fingers curled into his hair. As the kiss grew more passionate, clasping fingers, one with a band of gold, soon lay entwined within the dark hair on the back of his head.
In a paralyzing stupor I watched him kissing my wife. I listened to her soft moans and saw the head of his stiff cock resting against the side of her naked hip.

With his lips against my wife's warm mouth, Ralph reached down and gently rested a hand on her closest thigh stroking gently, feeling her warm skin under his fingertips. Slowly he extended the reach of his fingers, stroking along the inner edge of her thigh, gradually brushing higher into the tangled wisps of pubic hair. Two fingers pressed against the thicker thatch of curl at the top of her nearly hidden crease. There was a soft moan and with a slight arching of her back, my wife seemed to be offering herself; undulating her hips, lifting her pubic bone against the touch of his probing fingers.

The tip of one finger now eased through the wispy curls, probing and pressing slightly into the wet slit of my wife's cunt. I glimpsed a hint of pink skin, then the tip of her clitoris. There was an ecstatic little sigh and Charlene up-turned her pubis enough to expose more of her warm little slit. His finger eased deeper into the folds of female slipperiness and warmth lightly brushing the little nubbin of clitoral nerves. My wife tensed. She expelled a quick gasp and her stomach muscles tightened

Twisting nervously, Charlene broke their kiss and looked over at me wet lips parted, gasping for breath, her pretty face flushed. Our eyes locked, mine bright with excitement, hers gone misty. Amidst a little tangle of curly hair, just his fingertip lay in the gluey crease of my wife's warm cunt. Darling, I'm ready, ohh God I'm so warm there, she whispered in a raspy voice. I want Ralph to do it now to put his penis in me

Then slowly, her dark lashes lowered, hiding her blue eyes, closing her world, reducing it to a private place of feeling and sensation. Her face turned away from me on the pillow and a shiver of excitement ran through my groin as she slowly tented her knees and let them go slack

and the wave of adrenalin crested in the pit of my stomach.

and my cock swelled, pushing up stiff and throbbing in my pants.

Slowly, as not to break the spell, Ralph gently separated one bent knee from the other. He pressed gently against only the slightest resistance and my wife released a deep breath and began to open her legs. The waning light of day chased the shadows from between her spreading thighs and in the next breathless moment it was there right before the eyes of another man, his first full glimpse of her lightly haired vaginal cleft. Tucked so delightfully between the splay of her ass-cheeks, it was snug and smooth, her clitoris and thin inner lips almost hidden between the plush labial folds.

Nervously my wife moved her hips and my anxious eyes were drawn to where the tiny indent of her dainty anus merged with a thin strip of shinny pink skin. His eyes darted down to Charlenes vaginal slit. Other than a dusting of blondish fuzz, the lower end, where the narrow folds disappear into the crease of her buttocks, is near hair-less. I heard Ralphs quick breath as he held Charlenes dimpled knees apart and stared down at the exposure of my wifes moistened genitalia. His cock seemed to lift higher and stiffen even more. About to fuck my blonde little wife, Ralph moved toward her spreading knees and a queasy feeling settled into my stomach. It was a bitter sweet moment to see the hard stiffness of his cock and know he was about to push it into the warm slipperiness of my wife.

Feeling his movement on the bed, my shy wife rolled her head away on the pillow and wiggled lower onto her back. The wiggling movement left her up-turned loins more available, completely exposing the little slit that gleamed so pinkly wet under the thin wisps of golden hair. Her heels still rested against the mattress, now I saw her pearly little toes curl under, heels drawing further back toward her buttocks as my wife made room for Ralph between her thighs.

With bent knees slowly lifting and toes up-pointing, my hot-faced wife offered the glistening split of her pink cunt to another man and a prickly flush of heat rose up on the back of my neck. I never remembered seeing my wife so blatantly exposed; with her back up-curved and her loins lifted, every little curly blonde hair, every little crease and fold from her belly button to her pert little anus was exposed and available. Ralphs breathing was ragged with excitement.

I've never seen a real blonde undressed, he mumbled. Shes so utterly intriguing.

Between Charlenes open knees, Ralph kneeled, mesmerized, staring at the lightly haired split in her loins with utter fascination. Holding her knees up and drawing quick excited breaths, she lay there on her back, exposed like the golden blossom of an open flower. He leaned forward, lightly resting his hands, palms down, on warm curves of my wifes up-turned buttocks. I watched him cupping her warm ass in his hands, with his thumbs an inch from her dainty anal dimple; he was gently pulling her cheeks apart, squeezing with his cupped fingers, feeling the warm fleshy resiliency of my wifes baby smooth ass. Close to his fingertips, Charlenes little snug cunt lay neatly closed between her buttocks. His eyes stared in fascination at the mossy soft hair and smoothly clasped folds.

Shes so lovely and snug, my God just a smooth little seam, he murmured. In the crease between her thigh and groin, his fingertips brushed lightly across the straying little feathery hairs and inched closer to the puffy folds of her cunt. His face turned toward me and he whispered softly.

Do you mind if I spread her?

I glanced quickly at my excited wife. Charlene was resting back against the pillow. In a silky tangle of long blonde hair, her pretty head was rolling side-to-side as she waited in nervous anticipation. Apparently she hadn't heard his whisper. I gave a nod and the guilty rush went through me like a live wire.

Slowly his thumbs eased in against the twin folds of her snug little cunt my heartbeat quickened. He pressed his thumbs gently into the cushiony labial folds and I saw the slight parting of wispy hairs and then a little more pink skin. Charlene felt the slight separation of her wetly clasped warm folds and I heard her gasp

Oh my God Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh

Slowly, savoring the moment, he pressed Charlene apart with his thumbs and I watched spellbound as the little blondish tangle of curls parted and the crease of her pink cunt began to split. My wife gasped and twisted her hips inwardly I shuddered as the fiery wash of heat ran up my spine. Ralph pressed a little more firmly with the ball of his thumbs the button of her aroused clit and the little pink inner lips appeared. A viscid crystalline substance held the delicate little pink folds sealed in a gluey clasp. Gently pressing outward, widening the space between his thumbs the gluey seal broke and her thin inner lips slowly peeled apart. In utter breathless fascination, my eyes followed his down into the slippery pinkness of my wifes open cunt.

Like pressing his thumbs into the flesh of a juicy sun-ripened peach another man had spread my wife and exposed her inner pink parts. Blushing hotly, Charlene lay on her back before us, her knees up and apart as we gazed down at the wondrous splendor of her impeccably clean female genitalia. She was breathing raggedly, her wide open blue eyes flashing nervously from mine to his. Never did I believe it was going to be like this, or that I'd feel this fluttery weakness in the hollow pit of my stomach.

I knew he would make love with Charlene fuck her, if you will, but I never thought of another man seeing the sensual details of my wifes inner body like this. Lavishly exposed, she lay there waiting for Ralph to take her. In a near hypnotic stupor, I stared down at the nearly invisible aperture of her tiny urinary opening and just below, the still snugly closed opening into her vagina. At the very bottom of Charlenes crease, her vaginal opening was tightly closed by a little pink clasp of puckered skin. Hidden well down within the slippery folds, the little puckered opening seemed sealed and guarded from the stretching thrust of a thick cock. But I knew the swollen head of Ralphs cock would soon be stretching that resilient little sleeve into my wife's belly and I could feel an inner trembling.

With a twist of hips, my gasping wife began to nervously tighten and relax her stomach muscles. The little puckered clasp of pink skin seemed to spasm and then clutch tight again. A little whitish creamy fluid oozed out of the gleaming pinkness and trickled down onto the button of her dainty anus. Ralph groaned and I felt lightheaded; everything went white before my eyes. I felt as if I were watching from within the misty vagueness of a dream.

From somewhere in the shifting white haze of my mind I heard a little whimpering soft voice Ohhhh just fuck me, the voice whispered Oh Ralph, fuck me now

With a fully stiffened cock, he eased in closer between Charlenes spread knees my hands were shaking my foggy glazed eyes following the slight bouncing movement of his up-thrusting cock. The swollen head neared my wifes exposed groin when it was only inches away from the vertical crease of her cunt an involuntary gasping groan burst through my lips.

Charlene heard my nervous groan. She turned her blushing face and eyes as blue as arctic ice suddenly blinked open. She looked up at me with a message in those languid blue eyes. She was lying on her back with her knees apart, about to feel the first thrust of another mans cock. With a husband watching, for innocent Charlene, this was going to be an emotional high-point. My head was still in a spin, but I remembered my reluctant promise to leave and let it happen behind the privacy of our closed door.

He was leaning over her, the head of his cock easing into the curly tickle of my wife's golden pubic hair. The warmth of her slippery cunt now lay just a hip thrust away. My little flicker of jealousy had become a burning flame, but still I was near painfully stiff and I felt a sudden desperate need to watch him take my wife. But with my stomach in knots, as promised, I turned to leave our bedroom.

Suddenly, I heard a weak pleading voice...

Oh no Craig Dont leave dear stay with me now

A lightening bolt of strange excitement rushed through me, previously in deference to my wifes embarrassment I had given up thoughts of seeing it of seeing them actually join their genitalia and perform the act. But now, though flushed with embarrassment, Charlene was going to allow me to watch her first time with another man. In mini-seconds surreal thoughts flashed through my head will I just sit at her side, perhaps clutching her anxious hand?

What will it be like to see him push his stiff cock into my hotly blushing wife, see him fucking her feel the rhythmic bounce of our creaking bed? While its happening, will my lovely wife stare up at me with glazed blue eyes and make breathy sounds?

And now my sweet Charlene lay in the middle of our bed, open-kneed and naked. Through the blondish thin hair I could see the pink tip of her wet clitoris and the head of his swollen long cock lay resting against the glistening crease in her loins. Excited by the first warm touch of his cock, she squirmed her hips in a little swiveling side-to-side movement and the head of his cock eased further down, spreading the sparse little tangles of curly hair.

Dreamy blue eyes locked onto mine. Her wet tongue wiped across her bottom lip and her hips lifted a little up-hunching movement and the pulsing head of his cock settled a little deeper into pink gluey warmth of my wife's cunt. Then in a breathy voice as soft as warm misty rain, she whispered:

Darling, you can watch him fuck me

You sure? I asked in a quivery voice.

Mmmm, yes Craig dont dont leave me

You wont be too embarrassed?

Yes, she whispered, but you you can watch

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To be continued in part four.

Impregnating Sweet Charlene: (Part 4)

By: Bertram W. Bronson


Yes darling, you can watch

If ever a soft breathy whisper could turn a husband's stomach to quivering jelly and his cock into stiffened bone well, that was it

It was just those five whispered words but the thought of him taking my wife and the sudden reality of watching it happen, sent a trickling wash of adrenaline through my gut. While my blushing wife lay there with her knees apart, the anxiety began to well up in my stomach.

Sensing my first twinge of anxiety, Charlenes warm fingers reached up, brushing lovingly across my cheek, onto the back of my neck pressing gently, my lovely wife slowly guided my face down next to hers. Hold me, she whispered. The tangles of my wife's long honey-blonde hair lay spread in golden disarray across her bed pillow. Eyes closed, we shared a pillow of our marriage bed, my face and lips burrowing into the tickling soft fragrance of her hair our flushed cheeks touching our love and our lives simply bound together by the breathy excitement of what was about to happen.

Close against my ear, another warm whisper of breath yanked the last bit of solid earth right out from under me. Be next to me darling, hold my hand while while Ralph does it to me while he fucks me, she murmured softly.

Her voice was weak her lower lip trembling as she stared into my eyes. About to experience the exciting thrusts of another mans stiffened prick my young wife was nervous, her breath quivering, but raw excitement glimmered in her eyes. For the briefest of moments we stared into each others souls. Poised on the verge, her ocean-blue eyes searched mine for some final assurance for what she was about to do. As tears welled up in her misty blue eyes, my wife's hand crept onto mine soft warm fingers squeezed my hand.

I squeezed back, pressing the warm slim fingers of a young married woman a shy blushing girl who wore my wedding ring on one of those nervous fingers. I love you my darling, she whispered. Craig darling are you still all right with this if I let him fuck me?

Mmm humm, I managed to murmur.

Oh Craig, what if we both fall to pieces right right in the middle of it? There was a quiver in her voice more than a touch of concern.

We won't sweetheart we won't

Charlene wiped a glistening tear with the back of her hand. I felt the accepting warm squeeze of her fingers felt the throbbing stiffness of my own cock pressing up against the constriction of my pants, and I knew... in the next few minutes it would begin a lusty bed-creaking experience one I would watch with a fast beating heart.

During my final moments on at least semi-solid earth, he had been lying with his stomach resting against my wife's bare belly and with the head of his cock snuggled into the curly nest of her pubic hair. Now I saw him shifting and lifting his hips. Glancing between their pressing bodies, I saw her dainty belly button appear then lower, a curling fringe of hair. And I realized he was moving up onto his knees, re-positioning between Charlenes thighs and adjusting the upward angle of his stiffened cock. As Ralph prepared to breed with my wife, I listened with a heavy heart to her submissive little sighs and whimpers. I knew she could feel it his cock, pressing firmly, starting to stretch her moist opening.

Making little mewing sounds, she gradually drew her thighs back little jerking movements until her bent knees were pressed up toward her breasts. It was such a familiar and meaningful positioning of her open knees. So many times during our marriage I'd seen my wife, eager to make love, assume that yielding on her back position. But now it sent my pulse racing to see her draw a deep shuddering breath and slowly close her eyes. With her belly muscles taut, with bended knees and an up-tilted pubic bone, she offered her open loins to another man.

When he settled over Charlene and I saw the white bottoms of her feet, a blood vessel on my temple began pulsing with the beating of my heart. Leaning in closer, I tried desperately to see between my wifes spread legs, to see his cock slide deeper into the slippery pinkness of her little cunt, but his shifting hips covered her loins and blocked my view between their bodies.

Holding Charlenes warm hand, but still unable to see between her legs, I sat trembling in anxiety. My nerves were crawling as I sat staring numbly down at her pretty face, watching for her expression to change, awaiting her first little shriek, the first tremulous whimper. Suddenly, a quick gasp and the sweaty clasp of my wife's fingers tightened

Ohhh my God, she whimpered. Its there darling the head of his penis Ohhh God. I feel it starting to go in Ohhhhohhhhh

While she twisted and whimpered, Ralph shifted his weight onto his right elbow and again I strained to see past the smoothly rounded curve of her stomach and into the hair screened area under her pubic bone. I glimpsed the profile of his stiffened cock, but the area was in shadow and hidden behind the tawny tuffs of my wife's blondish pubic hair. For the first time a man was pushing his long stiff cock into my wife and my nerves screamed in silent frustration and I mentally willed him to press her thighs back so I could see into crease of her groin.

Oowww, its big ohhh ohhh my

As I heard my wifes little moans, the gleeful demons who taunt watching husbands seemed to answer my desperate pleas. Because I saw Ralph lean further onto his elbow and his left hand drifted down along her waist under her back. I watched intently, following every move as his hand eased between the bed sheet and the curve of her wiggling buttocks. Cupping one satiny smooth ass-cheek, he lifted rocking my pretty wife still higher onto her back.

I heard her quick gasp and saw Charlenes right leg swing higher, way up over his back her foot bouncing in the air, her wiggling pearly toes pointed at the ceiling. My eyes quickly dropped from the sight of her wiggling toes down to the area under her buttocks and now I could see part way under his hips... under the sack of his testicles. Shivering in a cold sweat, I leaned in closer, staring down at his stiffened cock between the cheeks of my wife's exposed bare ass. I could hear Carlenes soft grunts and catch glimpses of her pink split as the length of his cock pressed deeper through the thin nest of curling blondish hair.

Trembling, yet in a state of utter fascination, I stared down at his fingers cupped around the right cheek of Charlenes sweet hind-end. The last rays of summer sunlight were flitting through the opening in the drapery. There was still a shimmer of light on the white bed sheet under my wife's naked buttocks and I watched his fingertips straying into the crease of her ass, feeling the curls of darker blonde hair and brushing across the moist rim of her tiny anus. My wife gasped my nerves coiled, it was so erotically intimate. Then his hand squeezed and pulled against the cheek of her sleek ass and the shadowy area between her buttocks spread wider apart and suddenly his cock and all the pink and very private parts of my wife lay splayed before my startled eyes

New waves of heat and anxiety washed through my body, up my spine, down into the swelling throb of my penis. I couldn't pull my eyes away. There was my high school sweetheart, my darling wife laying flat on her back with her knees apart and I'm staring down under another mans testicles at the dainty button of her pinky-brown anus. And right before my eyes is the mesmerizing sight of sparse tangles of curly hair and her pink pussy skin clinging wetly around another mans swollen cock.

I could barely breathe, with a stiffening cock in my pants; I just sat there sucking in quick shallow breaths. He settled deeper, an inch or two into the gluey warmth of my wife's snug little cunt then lifting back, and I watched her clingy rim of pink skin smearing slippery vaginal fluids further along the length of his glistening cock.

Oooohhh, ooohhhhh Again and again the muffled
moans and kittenish whimpers rose up from her pillow.

In the breathless stupor of an anxious husband, I found myself sitting by Charlenes side listening to her whining gasps and watching the slimy length of another mans stiff cock pushing into my wife and somewhere in the pit of my weak stomach, warring factions wielding sharp weapons were fighting a gritty battle over control of my emotions.

Oh easy go easy, she gasped. There were two or three more thrusts now using nearly the full length of his cock the head was thickened and swollen another deeper thrust and her blue eyes rolled. He lifted again, letting my whimpering wife catch a tiny breath. With my heart thumping I watched the head of his pulsing thick cock draw back through the sticky tissues of my wife's loins and pause just against the stretched pink opening. The end was bare and glistening with my wife's creamy fluids, his foreskin had stretched back and the exposed dark pink head seemed impossibly swollen. She sucked in another long shuddering breath and I felt her sweaty hand squeeze mine. Glancing quickly over his shoulder, our eyes met.

In the liquid blue depth of my wife's startled eyes I could see anxiety and fear, but also a glistening sparkle of excitement. Oh Craig, she moaned, his penis the head of it oh my God it feels so big

Is it hurting you? I leaned in close, anxiously pressing my lips against her cheek. Her skin was hot and I could feel her trembling. Again, close to her ear I whispered. Is his penis hurting you?

Just well just a little, she whimpered. There were quivers of excitement and a little pleading sound to her voice.

Do you want Ralph to stop?

Oh no darling I'm I'm going to have his baby 
Her eyes shifted from mine to his, don't stop Oh Ralph, please, don't stop.

While her deep blue eyes stared up at him, Ralph slowly worked the head of his cock back through the slippery tightness of her opening. Ohhh my God, yes yes, she gasped. The pleading sound of her words seemed to rush right to his groin, his back muscles tensed his spine arched and held for that fractional second and then he punched the full length of his long cock into the silky gluey warmth of my wife's snug little cunt. Her lovely blonde head tipped back against the pillow, her mouth opening in a soundless scream, wide open blue eyes rolled back in their sockets as the thick head of his cock slid fully into the depth of my wife's tense belly.

Now he held, tightly pressed against her groin the slippery flesh of her little snug pussy clasping sweetly around his lengthy cock. There wasnt a gasp, not even a soft groan just a very long long shivery whine that cut through me like the lash of a whip and once again the sack of his sperm filled testicles lay resting in the crease between my wife's buttocks. Her feet were lifted up over his back pretty toes clutching and wiggling. While my wife gasped and groaned, the war in the pit of my stomach raged on I swallowed hard, fighting down the queasy feeling.

In one long smooth thrust he had buried the head of his cock deep into my darlings sweet little belly and I could feel her sharp nails biting into the palm of my hand, Ohh darling, ohhh Her staring eyes were glassy and she began to murmur little incoherent sounds aarrrhhh, ohhh my Godohhhh aarrhhh

I didnt quite fall to pieces, but the queasy feeling in my stomach welled up into my throat and I rested my face against her cheek. Sweetie, are you all right? I whispered against her ear.

Uh-huh uh-huh, she whimpered, oh darling I  I want him to do it now I want Ralph to fuck me and cumm in me Ohhh God Ohh my God his penis is long

Moistly joined her lifted knees now splayed shamelessly apart, with their groins touching hes deep into the slippery warmth of my young wifes fertile belly his darker hairs tangling with my wifes soft blonde curls. In full view of her watching husband, my pretty wife is lying on her back, the sweet sticky scent of love and perfume drift upward from the wrinkled sheets of our marriage bed. Hes fucking her now a little quicker, a little faster the squeaking bed springs begin to tell an age old tale shes shivering in delicious little spasms. Oh my, oh my, she repeats in little breathy gasps.

Unseen, but somewhere in the mysterious depth of my wife's taut little belly, I know the pink slippery skin of her cunt is stretched and clasped warmly around the length of his thrusting cock. And she lies there, breathless, fertile and hot as she awaits the pulsing release of his potent sperm. And my mind fills with those images as I watch her respond to the feeling of his deeply imbedded prick  little exploratory pelvic thrusts, her toes beginning to wiggle in anticipation of what is still to come

So, as I wait anxiously by her side, during the next tense hour, another man is going to very thoroughly fuck my lovely blonde wife. Flush-faced and hot, she glances over his shoulder and for just the barest moment our eyes meet again and we both know it will be a deeply arousing first experience

Now, a little embarrassed by the feverish intensity of her needs, I notice her deep blue eyes drifting shyly away from mine, they slowly close, and from behind lowered dark eye lashes, she hides from me she hides from the world maybe even from herself

With eyes squeezed tightly shut, unabated, the little sighs and fuck whimpers continue, and gradually I feel the clasp of her fingers slowly slip from my hand and her arms coil warmly around his neck. My sweet Charlene belongs to him now her sobs and simpering little cries, the panting warm breath against his ear her warm wiggling bare ass and the slippery pinkness of her clasping cunt it all belongs to him.

And while swarms of butterflies flit through my stomach, I sit and watch the belly-churning spectacle of a sweet young married woman being fucked in her husband's bed by another guy. My sweethearts feet are bouncing above his back and my eyes are still locked on the obscenely erotic sight between her buttocks. While trying to stop my hands from quivering, I watch my wife's dainty little anus puckering and flexing, as again and again, she tightens her belly muscles around the throbbing thick head of another mans prick

So it is with shaky hands and a thumping heart, that I enter that strange fascinating world where excited husbands watch anxious wives in the arms of other men. Its a mysterious thrilling world where curiosity and intrigue bump heads with anguish and jealousy. And once entered its a world from which there is but little retreat.

So enter with caution my friends and prepare for thrills beyond compare.

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To be concluded in (part five)
B. W. B.


Impregnating Sweet Charlene: (Part 5)

By: Bertram W. Bronson

And so it began a young married womans salacious journey into the domain of sensuality and intrigue. She lay still breathlessly in the middle of her husband's bed and the trip had been one of deep emotion, one carrying her into a distant place, where clasped in the strong arms of another man, she learned of feelings and sensations shed but only imagined. It was an audacious thrill, fucking another man right in front of her husband and the shame of it caused her cheeks to burn.

And while Charlenes arms lay coiled tightly around his neck, her knees back and her pubis up-turned, I listened to my sweet wife's helpless groans. They lay belly-to-belly, male/female genitalia joined in a smooth ongoing undulation of warm pink clasping flesh.

From the foot of the bed I watched the long stiffness of his cock sliding smoothly into the belly of my darling little wife and as I stood spellbound, my mind my whole world fractured into swirling little pieces. While listening to her groans and whimpers, I struggled to gather up the precious little particles of my emotions, trying to fit them back into some semblance of order.

Darling, she whispered to me. Are you sure you want to watch this?

Mmmm, I groaned from deep in my constricted throat. I I have to...

I just couldn't look away, but it was a heartrending sight, to watch six or seven gleaming inches of male penile muscle slithering out from among the curly tuffs of blonde hair between my wife's buttocks. And then, each time Ralph hunched his back, with a juicy little squish, the pink skin of my wifes vagina would slide wetly over him and around him

With mutual gasps of breath it happened again and again his lengthy cock pressing through the slippery warmth, his testicles settling down against my wife's pinkish little anus. The head of his cock was not visible to my staring eyes, but my swirling mind could see it could imagine it imbedded deeply within the clasping slipperiness of my wife's warm cunt. Their loins were twisting and squirming and his thrusting cock was smearing my wife's viscous fluids into their mismatch of pubic hairs. With a weak feeling in my stomach, I listened to the squishy sounds and watched a glistening sheen of creamy stickiness began to gather in the crease of her buttocks.

As the tense minutes passed, the undulation of their hips varied, there were little pauses to catch a breath and sometimes only and inch or two of thick penis would come into view and in the next moment, almost the whole slippery length but always leaving the thick head still imbedded in the creamy warmth of my lovely married woman.

From time-to-time, with her pretty head tipped back against the pillow, her glazed blue eyes would open wide and for a moment shed stare unseeingly up at the ceiling. Then shed feel it in the depth of her belly, a quicker deeper thrust of my friends stiffly erected cock and her eyes would roll back and tightly close again. It happened again and again as she lay there whimpering and pleading in soft breathy whines.

While Ralph fucked my wife, I watched the emotion play out on the features of her pretty face; heard long sighs and saw tiny tears squeezing out wetting the dark lashes at the corners of her closed eyes. With a weak stomach I knew my wife was totally enmeshed in the thrilling feeling of another mans cock the erotic sensation of him between her spread legs and feeling the deep lengthy thrusting.

Charlenes fingers were now pressing against Ralphs back, her sharp nails digging into his taut muscles. As I watched my friend fucking my wife, my own erection was throbbing in my pants. Reaching out, I slowly eased one of my wife's hands down toward my groin. I leaned close and kissed her cheek and when her eyes turned to me, I pressed her fingers over the lump of my throbbing swollen cock. My wife could hear my ragged breathing and she felt the stiffness, the lump in my pants. Her fingers gave a little squeeze and I felt her breath against my ear

Oh my God, she gasped. Your penis is hard. Ohhh Craig, is this really exciting for youwatching me do this with him?

Yes I'm sorry, but yes it excites me to see you doing this...

In the misty depth of her blue eyes came a glimmer of understanding. Snuggle near me then darling, share this with me.

Squatting by the side of our bed, I leaned in closer and lightly pressed my face against Charlenes hot cheek. At every thrust of his cock, I could feel the slight bounce of her blonde head on the pillow and her flushed cheek brushing against mine. What a wild exciting sensation to hear the bed creaking and feel the rhythmic bumping of my wife's smooth cheek against mine as another man thrust his cock into her loins. I heard her draw a soft breath, as her head bounced on the pillow, she began to murmur

Craig my darling She was whispering in weak strained voice. Darling, I'm going to have Ralphs baby, but I love you Craig,

The softly spoken words burned a hole through my heart. Charlene clutched my hand and turned her face, our lips touched, barely brushing, and we gently kissed while her breath panted against my cheek. As Ralph brought my starry-eyed, but frightened little wife ever closer to motherhood, I felt his rhythm her bobbing head and gasps of breath coming in sequence with the deep thrusts of his long stiff cock. Love you, she gasped again and again

I love you too, I murmured as another man fucked my sweet shy wife.

Pressed down on her back, my lovely wife lay there in the act of breeding a first baby with our best friend. Kneeling by the bed with my eyes closed, it was a strange feeling to be sharing that ultimate intimacy to feel parts of her body brushing warmly against mine to feel our bed moving and hear her every shudder of breath.

My head lay against the edge of my wife's pillow and as her lovely blonde head lay snuggled against mine, the air around our marital bed seemed to thicken with the aroma of intercourse, a tangy mix of warm naked skin and sweat and sticky fluids.

Another man was trying to impregnate my pretty wife and I could hear them, and smell them, and feel them fucking

So while I floated in a misty fog of disbelief, my sweet wife lay under another man with her legs spread. And the salacious act was happening right in the middle of our marriage bed and I could feel her whispering breath against my cheek, her voice wavering.

His penis, she whispered to me Oh my God, its so long ohhh God, its long

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to ride along with the swirl of conflicting emotions. Like a swirling patch of seaweed drifting out to sea my mind seemed to be slowly floating away. The sweaty aroma rising up from the creaking bed, the thumps and cries could all this be a part of our marriage was this really my lovely shy wife with another man, squealing and panting with her bent knees splayed so widely apart?

But yes it was it was my sweet Charlene!

And the emotional journey, well, gut-wrenching, but simply spellbinding!

Again shes dropped my hand and now her voice is a rising wail, her tense knuckles grow white where her fingers clutch the wrinkled bed sheet and the sobbing shrill cries cut vapor trails through my swirling brain. It was taking her breath away, thrust after thrust of his cock over and over, the deeply imbedded cock-head spreading her pink mucus skin and sending rippling waves of sensation through those mysterious tender places in her straining stomach.

Oh my ohhh my, she gasped I can catch hardly get a breath ohhh.

On and on it went, bouncing my long-legged wife up and down on the creaking mattress of her marriage bed a little pause letting her catch a few tiny breaths. Then again and again... but she's tiring, her muscles straining and her breath panting. With the white bottoms of her dainty feet in my view, her delicate ankles were hooked around his hips. I noticed how her toes were wiggling and her heels sporadically jerking downward matching the undulating rhythm of his hunching back. And lower down it was all there, their wetly merged genitalia, so erotically exposed it took my breath away. Oily smooth, the snug mucus flesh of my wife's pink vagina formed a wet sticky seal around his penis, and with a quick beating heart I watched it, again and again the juicy sliding of his body into hers.

My little sweetheart looked up, catching me with my eyes staring down between the cheeks of her up-turned bare buttocks. Darling, she gasped in a soft weak voice, are you all right looking down there, and watching this?

My eyes shifted up to my wife's pretty face, her lips were parted and tendrils of long silky blonde hair lay in a golden sheen across the white bed pillow. Her lovely head was rocking back, bouncing with every quick deep thrust of his cock and I could barely respond, I'm okay I'm okay, I mumbled.

Are you trying to see his penis in me? she gasped.

Uh-huh I groaned, my eyes glancing down again, watching him fucking my wife, seeing the pink skin of her cunt around his cock, the slippery sliding of skin on skin the thin creamy mucus wetting her pubic hair and oozing down between her buttocks.

Oh my God, she moaned. Craig, should you should you really be looking at that?

And my blushing wife was right, the sight, the sounds were eating a hole in my stomach groaning gasps, the creaking of our mattress. But with a fully stiffened penis, I continued to squat by the side of our bed. Thrill after thrill tore through her body, her warm breath panted against my ear. Oh my God, Charlene cried, moaning continuously now, gurgling uncontrollably through several orgasms. A trace of saliva was wetting the corners of her mouth and her feet were intermittently bouncing and then slapping down against the back of his hips.

Oh Craig, she gasped, hes hes fucking me so hard ohhhhhhh ohhh I can feel his penis going in so deep

And it was taking a long time, our clutching hands grew sweaty; her sharp nails stung on the back of my wrist. Squatting on the floor by her side was one thing, but slipping down to the bottom of the bed and looking under her buttocks was still another. Catching me still staring into crease of her buttocks, Charlene was hot-faced and embarrassed. But it was impossible not to look directly between her spread legs and each time Ralph lifted his cock from the wet clasp of my wife's vagina, my eyes wavered, again catching momentarily glimpses into her crotch.

The head of it oh my God. Her quavering voice broke and she sobbed, the end his penis, ohhh it feels so big

From under his testicles, more sticky warm fluids had dribbled down onto the indent of her tiny anus. From time-to-time he moved higher onto his knees, bending her thighs back and again I could see their connection, my young wife's pink flesh clutching his penis, the squishy wetness of vaginal fluids dampening her groin, wetting and darkening the fringe of her pubic hair leaking down onto the bed sheet. Just the sight of his long cock covered with my wife's creamy fluids made my skin crawl, but my groin throbbed as I listened to Charlenes sobbing cries and watched her lying under him with her legs sprawled.

Occasionally her blue eyes looked up at me, her face a flaming blush, and then her eyes would clench tightly shut as though trying to deny the clingy wet sucking sound of their genitalia rhythmically separating and then re-joining with soft wet suctioning and slapping sounds. I was in a state of emotional exhaustion, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sight of her up-tilted groin, my wife's pink vaginal skin, gleaming and stretched in a slimy pinkish clutch around his stroking cock.

Her eyes blinked open and she caught me again, still staring down at the glistening streaks of slippery fluid on his cock. Are you still looking at it Craig at his penis in me? Her voice was weak, straining and mumbling the words.

Yes, I groaned. Yes darling I need to see it.

Its big, she gasped Ohhh it feels really long and big

From time-to-time, he took longer thrusts, bringing just the edge of his cock-head into sight. I watched his cock lifting away from the splay of her buttocks. It slithered smoothly into sight, the long gleaming length smeared with my wifes secretions, the swollen head nearly retracted, but still gripped in the clasp of her mucus pink flesh. It was breathtaking; the sight of my friends stiffened cock drawing outward from the shadowy darkness of Charlenes loins only to thrust back through the fluid smeared tangle of curly hair and pink sucking flesh.

My wife let out a long wailing cry and wrapped her arms around his back again. In mindless, euphoric spasms her sharp nails dug into his skin. Charlene sucked in a quick deep breath, I saw her spine curve, her toes clench, telltale shivers rippled along her belly and I heard her exhale in another familiar gasping grunting orgasmic groan.

Startled wide-open blue eyes looked up at me, Oh Craig oh my darling Im I'm going to again I cant stop it ohhh ohhh

Quivering in the midst of a muscle clenching orgasm, her voice trailed off in a series of sobbing whimpers as the sweet tension released in juicy waves of euphoria. With her pearly pink toes pointed to the ceiling, she arched her back, taking his cock to its full length. Spasms rippled across her stomach muscles and with a muffled shriek my wife orgasmed on his deeply imbedded cock. Startled by the intensity of her orgasm with another man, her blue eyes lost focus; she lay gasping and mindlessly staring into some void where only she could see.

While her belly muscles still quivered with spasmodic little after-convulsions, I felt Charlenes hand fumbling, weakly reaching across the bed sheet for mine. Ohhh my ohhh my, the feeling, ohh it was so strong ohhh darling, I feel so weak.

Now, teetering on the edge of releasing his sperm, Ralph paused. He was gasping for breath, hunching his back, pressing and holding his penis deep inside my wife's vagina. Weak from the thrill of her own orgasm, Charlene still felt his tension, his body tightening. Imbued with natures instinctive wisdom, our lovely wives sense when that male orgasmic moment is but fractions of seconds away. They know when warm pulsing spurts of sperm are about to wash into the clinging warmth of their vaginas. And my breathless wife knew her grip on my hand tightened as Ralph approached that frenetic state, that precursor of male orgasm his sucking breaths and quickening deep thrusts

Ohh Craig, she gasped hes going to hes going to cumm now ohhhh ohhh

His fingers reached under the edge of my wife's buttocks and he pressed tightly and hard against her groin using his weight and the long length of his cock, he pinned her squirming hips down against the mattress. Then, up on his knees, hunching the muscles of his strong back, he made a hard sudden thrust, burying the head of his cock deeply into the slick warmth my wife's tender cunt her feet bounced, she grunted toes curling eyes rolling back.

Now Ralph, she groaned Ohhh Ralph cumm in me now your baby, I want to have your baby

Overcome with emotion she was babbling, nearly incoherent, tossing her head, her long blonde hair streaming across her face as her feet lifted high over his back. About to expel his sperm into the fertile belly of another mans wife, Ralph gave a final sigh and strained against my wife's groin. Charlene let out a wailing cry as he stiffened his back and then groin-to-groin their tangled pubic hairs tightly meshed he ejaculated his sperm into my wife.

Oh Craig he came in me she wailed. Oh darling his sperm is there in me.

My hands were shaking; Id seen the hip jerking spasmodic quivers that sent spurts of sperm deep into the gripping warmth of my wifes slippery cunt. Hidden in the snug warm depth of Charlenes belly, their fluids blended, his viable wiggling sperm seeking the egg which lay waiting in her womb. In that sacred moment, that moment which precedes all human life, her simpering cries gradually turned into sobbing little moans.

After a while, my wifes arms clutching Ralphs back gradually relaxed, slowly her feet and then her arms dropped to the bed. On the wrinkled white sheet, her hands lay palms up, her fingers limp. Tiny red scratches and nail marks, clear evidence of her final orgasm marked the skin of his tanned muscular back. Gradually her straining muscles relaxed and she lay there limp and breathlessly panting as they lay still connected. Looking down over his shoulder at Charlenes flushed face; I saw her unfocused eyes slowly close, a look of contentment softening the features of her pretty face.

The best friend I have in this world had just fucked my little blonde wife and for the longest of moments I watched her contented face, just letting the picture of these moments settle into the depth of my memory. Still feeling his embedded cock and pinned under the weight of his hips, she stirred, lovely eyes opened and blinked. My wife glanced across the bed, her still slightly glazed blue eyes finally discovered mine staring down at her flushed face. Now that it was over, a touch of shame colored her cheeks.

Ohhh Craig, she whined Ohh dear, maybe you shouldnt have watched us do it

A little embarrassed now, she covered her eyes with the back of her hand. I noticed her whispering to Ralph and exhausted, he began to lift and roll slightly to one side. Now in the shadow between their loins I could see my wifes matted pubic hair, a splay of pinkly parted vaginal skin still gripped around his cock and shiny stickiness glistening between the cheeks of her buttocks.

Kneeling up between her knees, he withdrew his softening penis from the slippery suctioning pull of my wifes gripping flesh. In a mesmerizing stupor, I watched the stretched little pink mouth of her cunt quickly contract leaving a little pool of semen visible through the thin screen of dark-blonde pubic hair.

As Ralph rolled to one side, his sticky penis flopped against my wife's naked thigh and I couldn't pull my eyes away the salacious sight of his drooping male organ. The membranes were still stripped back and the dark pink head was obscenely wet and glistening with my wifes gooey lubricant. Then I looked back down at my little darling, she was still lying on her back, dreamy eyes partly closed, gasping and panting with her superb, perfectly shaped thighs spread carelessly apart. Her normally glossy pubic hair was matted and wet with sticky sex fluids. As I watched with a weak stomach, she shifted a little, and a thin silver thread of sperm slowly slid from between her folds and began to slither down the crease of her bare ass-cheeks onto the bed sheet

Now a little remorse was beginning to set in. Craig, she whimpered. You're staring please, you're embarrassing me. With a flushed face she closed her legs blocking my view, but under the moist tangle of blondish hair, the image of loosened pinkness and leaking sperm is branded into my brain.

Seeing his penis withdraw and seeing leaking sperm on the hair in my blushing wife's groin, well, it must have been the most traumatically exciting thing I'd ever witnessed. To actually witness a glistening still semi-swollen penis withdrawing from my wifes sticky vagina, and to see, just at the moment of separation, her crease wet and still pinkly gaping apart. Well, I was stunned, but I sat there with a throbbing erection. Then staring down at my wife's dainty wet anus at the surrounding soft feathery hairs glued against the skin of her brownish little button, I felt my knees go weak stomach twisting into a knot.

So who among us is ever prepared for the exquisite thrill of watching and the wrenching agony of seeing? I leave the question hovering in the minds of our readers.

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When at last we were left alone in the middle of our rumpled bed sheets, I sat by her side, looking down at my beautiful pink-cheeked little darling and watched her gradually regaining her breath. She lay there, hot faced and blushing, her long blonde hair was spread across her pillow and the need to possess her rose up in my thumping heart. At the side of her neck a vein still pulsed with the beating of her heart it had been an on-going intense and very emotional session. My eyes took in her tousled hair, her swollen lips and the deep flush of recent sex on her cheeks.

My wife saw me glancing down where her buttocks rested against the wrinkled white bed sheet. Feeling the wet spot and reaching for the Kleenex box brought a fresh blush to Charlenes cheeks. She tucked a tissue between her thighs and rested her head back against my pillow. At that moment, flushed and still hot from an intense act of breeding a child, she never looked so lovely. I hugged her and my precious darling wife snuggled her pretty blonde head to my shoulder and sighed contentedly.

But in a moment or two, her eyes lowered. I noticed it then, a little guilty look down at her gold wedding ring. Darling, his sperm is is in me, she whispered in a little trembling voice. Her eyes flicked up to mine. I clasped her left hand and a veil of misty tears welled up in her blue eyes

Clutched between her thighs, I could see the white edge of the sperm-wet tissue against her dark-blonde pubic hairs. My wife tightened the clasp of her thighs and a tear rolled down her flushed cheek. Darling, I'm going to have his baby

Charlene pulled the bed sheet up over her naked hips. Overcome with emotion her voice broke into a strangled little whimper. Do you still love me? she sobbed.

Yes darling, of course I still love you, I whispered. And that's how we remained for a while, just savoring those first tender minutes, expressing our love, strengthening the bond of our marriage.

Finally her heartbeat slowed, the little belly quivers stopped and she relaxed into a dreamy state. But images of Ralph between my wife's legs, pictures of her knees bent over his back still pranced through my mind. Tense and aroused, I tried to lead her into a place I wanted go... to make love with her, while getting her to whisper things I needed to hear.

I couldn't stop thinking of what I had witnessed, the head of his stiff cock easing into the curly tuffs of my wife's pubic hair, the naked coming together of warm skin-on-skin, his skin throbbing and firm hers gluey soft and yielding. I remembered the long length of it disappearing into her loins, sticky wet sounds and watching the smooth rhythm of their undulating hips. I whispered softly against her ear.

Sweetheart, did you like it the feeling of it?

Mmm humm, his long penis went in so deep and I I

Charlenes gaze drifted away. I saw her hesitation and then with a soft whisper she continued, I I had an orgasm with him, a couple of times.

Wasnt it more than a couple? I asked in a gentle voice.

Mmm hmm and I came with him so hard. With a little shameful look, she asked, did that bother you that he made me cumm so much so hard?

Uh-huh, just a little, I said as we hugged. But with a niggling feeling I remembered my wife's sweet release of tension, the flood of juices and her shuddering waves of muffled screams. Anxious for the thrill of hearing it, I ventured a little further.

Would you like to tell me a little about it what it was like?

But you saw it all didnt you his penis in me? Charlenes face flushed a little, I saw you looking down there when my knees were up and we were doing it.

Mmmm, yes but I'd still like to hear you tell me about it, about having an orgasm with him, what it was like to feel his penis. I said this in a tender voice, trying to encourage her to talk, but she was embarrassed. Ralph had fucked my wife far more aggressively then was necessary to conceive a child and Charlene had been a very willing participant in a very long exhilarating session of intercourse.

She lay, there partly under the sheet, but still naked and Ralphs sperm was still leaking into the tissue between her thighs. After a remorseful pause, with her eyes downcast, she began whispering in a halting timid voice. Well, one orgasm was very strong I nearly fainted.

The last one?

Mmm hum, his penis was in very deep and I felt him start to cumm in me and I lost it lost my control, and you're not ashamed of me?

Sweetie, it happened and the sky hasnt fallen and of course I'm not ashamed of you.

She reached for another tissue and spent a moment dabbing at her eyes. Love you sweetheart, she whispered.

Love you too, I murmured. After a few minutes of silence, she squeezed the tear dampened tissue into a little ball and her hand drifted down onto my lap.

Craig darling I know you must be tense She was looking down at the lump in my pants.

Mmmm it was, well a very stimulating thing to watch.

She wiped away a last tear and tucked the tissue under the edge of her pillow and smiled that sweet little shy smile I love so much. I felt her fingers settle onto the lump of my straining cock. With a soft squeeze, she leaned close and I felt her warm breath against my cheek, the moist touch of soft lips then a little pointy warm tongue slipped from between those lips and touched my cheek. While warm shimmering blonde hair cascaded over my face, the tip of her tongue painted a thin trail of warm female saliva across my cheek prickles ran my spine and my cock strained against her squeezing fingers. Her warm face began burrowing down into the crease of my neck wet lips suckling against my skin, her warm tongue leaving little wet streaks. My whole body shuddered and from the crease of my neck came a soft muffled murmur

Darling un-zip and pull your pants down, let me do something for you.

A quick rush of anticipation quickened my breathing. Charlene looked down at me with glistening deep blue eyes. Her cheeks were flushed; the tip of her warm tongue had moistened her softly parted lips.

Would you like me to do that for you? she whispered.

Looking up at her warmly parted lips sent a quiver through my groin my cock strained, I could already feel it there the sensation of my wife's warm suckling mouth. Quickly I fumbled with my belt buckle, finally getting it open and the top button loose. Charlene reached out, grasped the zipper tab in her fingers. Slowly, an inch at a time she eased the zipper down and all the while she was whispering

Darling would you like me to suck your penis? Mmmm? Would that help you to relax?

I just groaned and her delicate fingers slipped under the waistband of my pants and shorts. She kneeled over me, her face was flushed; her bare breasts a shifting quiver of pink-nippled flesh. With one quick tug, my wife pulled my pants down to my knees. My straining bare cock was exposed and pointed up toward her pretty face. She smiled again, that angelic smile of pearly white teeth and warm wet lips. While her lovely eyes stared at my swollen cock she trailed her fingers downward along my bare stomach.

Darling you're so tense lie back now, just lie back and close your eyes.

I closed my eyes, the tender warm fingers of her right hand closed around my throbbing stiffness. She started to stroke it lightly little rhythmic squeezes of her soft warm fingers. She began to lean against me, her warm left hand on my bare stomach soft feminine fingers stroking gently, sharp nails grazing across my skin.

Darling was it hard for you to watch me with Ralph? she whispered It left you very tense and nervous, didnt it?

Mmmm.

Will it help if I stroke your penis like this while we talk?

Yes while you tell me about his cock, I whispered, tell me how it felt

She breathed a startled sigh. Oh dear you you really do want to hear that part?

Yes, I murmured, will you tell me about it? My eyes blinked open and I found myself staring up at her pretty face. As she leaned over me, her long hanging blonde created a silky golden tent around our faces. Her deep blue eyes were but inches from mine and I stared upward, willing her to whisper the sensual details about the feeling of his thrusting cock the feeling of being fucked by another man.

I shouldnt I mean, such intimate details, but, well

I could feel her fingers moving up and down on my cock as fresh memories of his flitted through her mind. It was long, very long, she finally whispered. When he did it I could feel the head of it pressing and going deep in me.

Was it thrilling for you, I murmured letting it happen, feeling Ralph fucking you? I tried, but certainly failed to conceal the husky tremor in my voice.

Mmm humm, she whispered and I didnt expect him to make it last so long and it was a very strange feeling.

Strange?

Uh-huh, she blushed. Feeling another man fu fucking me while you watched and then

Hesitantly, spacing out the words in a soft reminiscing voice, her warm fingers moved a little faster, stroking my cock, rhythmically squeezing and relaxing her grip as I stared up a her blushing face.

Then what what else was thrilling? I whispered tell me.

Should I really tell you I mean really?

Please I gasped.

Well when I felt him cumm I felt his body tense and his penis pushed in real deep and

and you felt it when he came in you? I groaned.

Uh-huh I felt his penis pulse and his sperm spurting into my stomach and suddenly I realized I was going to have his baby and

Charlene was staring at my cock with a glassy-eyed faraway look in her eyes, and darling I knew you were watching when that happened, when another man put his sperm into your wife... into her fertile vagina

I could feel myself pulsing, my cock throbbing in the clasp of her warm fingers. She was stroking me, telling me all this in breathy whispers.

Darling, I don't know how to describe the feeling it was humiliating to well do it right next to you, and feel a man cumm in me, but somehow well, it was wildly exciting.

Are you going to want to do it again?

Uh-huh

Next time, I asked. Want to do it the same way, the three of us together? Her eyes flashed from mine down to her fingers clasped around my straining cock. By now I was practically an emotional wreck.

Mmmm hum lets do it that way again together on our bed and you can watch. Her voice trailed off in barely audible breathy whispers. Darling, I loved the feeling, the excitement of having you at the side of the bed, watching and touching me while he he fucked me.

When do you want to do it again?

Soon, maybe again in a couple of days we should do it, well about every few days until I'm pregnant with his baby.

I thought of his seed, possibly at this very moment springing to life in my wife's fertile belly. I remembered how she held her knees over his back letting his cock go deep into her stomach. You want to feel it again the excitement and the feeling when he releases his sperm?

Mmmm humm, I want it to happen again ohh God yes I want to feel that again.

Tell me sweetheart can you tell me a little more about it, about when he came in you?

Well he held my hips and thrust his penis in real hard real deep and it almost hurt and I felt his penis pulsing ohh my God he was all the way in, pressing hard against my groin and it it pulsed when the sperm came out. Ohhh my, I just cant describe the feeling 

I groaned. Oh my god Charlene I'm about to burst.

She gave my pulsing cock a warm squeeze, I know darling I know, let me help you

As the whispered words passed her lips, my lovely wife leaned down; warm moist lips neared my throbbing cock. Tendrils of long silky blonde hair grazed a tantalizing path across the bare skin of my stomach. I could feel her warm fingers coiled around my straining cock, there were no tears now, just a mischievous glint in her eyes. I heard the teasing tone of her soft voice

Darling, you're curious arent you, I can tell. You really liked it didnt you watching him fuck me?

Well uh-huh, yeah I did.

Want to see it again see Ralph fuck your wife again?

Blindly, gasping for breath, I reached up, my fingers trailing across her warm cheek, tangling into the silky softness of her long blonde hair pulling gently, drawing her warmly parted lips down closer to the throbbing head of my exposed cock as I made the shameful admission. Yes Charlene it was, well, the most exciting thing I've ever seen

Darling if I suck your penis, well are you going to be thinking about that? How I looked while Ralph was fucking me?

Uh-huh, I groaned as an image of pink skin and dark blonde pubic curls smeared with sperm and sticky fluids leaped into my mind.

My fingers twined tighter into her long soft hair pulling down, begging for the wet warmth of her suckling mouth. Moist lips brushed lightly across my pulsing taught skin and moved away. I could feel the panting warmth of her breath on the tender head of my cock and somehow I could sense the recollections flowing through her mind.

I heard another soft whisper. Do you want to know more about how he fucked me, how it felt to have his penis in me?

Mmmm please

All right darling, she whispered. She stroked my cock with her warm feminine fingers and her voice became a little husky. Hes big, at first it hurt a little, but I really loved it the feeling of Ralphs long cock how he did it to me.

I groaned, straining upward, urging the pulsing head of my cock closer to the soft oval of her warm mouth felt soft lips, kissing, nibbling lightly the tip of her wet tongue like electric shocks on the sensitive head of my cock. Tell me a little more, I groaned.

She stared across the room for several long seconds, her face blushed, long lashes dropped, momentarily shielding her dreamy blue eyes. After a thoughtful pause she looked deep into my eyes. Well Craig darling, you know its going to happen again before I conceive Ralphs baby he may have to fuck your little wife again several more times

Think about it my darling husband about it happening again, she whispered. And with a devilish little smile on her pretty face, her squeezing fingers pressed slowly downward, skinning my foreskin tightly back

Darling would you like to cumm in my mouth Mmmmm? Would you like to?

I could only groan as a lovely blonde head lowered toward my groin, I felt a feathery touch of softly parted lips her pointy wet tongue and slowly a warm suckling wetness closed over me...

She began slowly, as my mind drifted slowly back into that twisty world where husbands watch their pretty wives making love to other men. I'm feeling the wet warmth of her lips, then like a suckling infant, the soft suctioning pull of her warm mouth drew the head of my cock in against the slipperiness of her moving tongue. Enclosed in the clinging warmth of mucus flesh and female saliva my cock throbbed for the blinding release of orgasm.

And while my swirling mind watched Ralph moving between the spread thighs of my sweet Charlene, shimmering quivering pulsing waves of sensation ran down the length of my cock, on through my groin my stomach muscles bunched and tightened. My sweet Charlene slowly lifted her pretty blonde head, just the throbbing head of my cock left in the suckling warmth of her mouth then down and down, the tender head of my bare cock sliding back in along the saliva moistened length of her warm tongue and I exploded, my sperm pulsing into the warmth of her suckling mouth

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Impregnating Sweet Charlene: (Epilogue)

By: Bertram W. Bronson

The epilogue

Time has passed and there were many such days many warm similar endings and the images come easily to my mind. There were days I watched and days it happened in privacy of our room, Ralph and Charlene alone in our bed.

I've lost track of the actual number of times they made love, but I still remember all the grunting and squealing noises and all the twisted soiled bed sheets. I remember all the times I watched him lead my sweet wife up to our bed. Some days she would pause on the bottom step, look at me, and tears would spring into her blue eyes. Other days, while I waited below she would scamper up the stairs with a flush of excitement on her cheeks. I remember the tense feeling of looking up the stairs and seeing her shapely buttocks and trim ankles disappear from view. I can still hear my bedroom door clicking shut and then sitting on the third stair with an erection in my pants; anxiously listening for the telling sounds to begin drifting down the open stairwell. Some days it happened quickly, other days I waited for long anxious minutes before I'd hear the thumping sound of shoes hitting the floor, and finally, my wife's first soft gasp of breath that first whimper.

My guts always tightened at the sound of that first whimper. It would take several seconds, but it always followed that telling shrill cry of a young female at the moment of penetration

But eventually my sweet Charlene missed a period and as the weeks turned into months, I watched her belly swell with his baby and her lovely pink-nippled breasts fill with the sweet milk of new life.

Charlene gave birth, no not to Ralphs child, but to our child, a lovely adorable little blue-eyed girl. A man loves his sons, but theres something special about a daddies little girl, they become the sun, the moon, and the starlight of a mans existence! Our little blonde Mandy toddles along by my side and she looks up at me with her mothers big ocean blue eyes. Many times the feeling of her little warm fingers clasping mine brings tears to my eyes. Shes a pink-cheeked little creature who weaves wondrous strands of sunshine throughout the sacred bond of our marriage.

So you might wonder, do we ever talk in bed about little Mandys conception, about the pain, the jealousy and belly twisting thrills? Oh yes, yes it seems to happen on stormy nights when the sky is dark and we lay listening to the wind and the soft patter of rain on the rooftop. I feel Charlenes silky warm bare ass snuggled against my belly and my thoughts begin to wander. Yes time has passed, but the same twisty spirals of rain water still run down my window pane. From our shared pillow I hear the wind and watch as the twining little spirals begin to form misty pictures in my mind, images of flushed faces, discarded panties and wiggling toes. In the pit of my stomach, way down near my groin a little warm spot starts to grow and I whisper softy. Sweetheart, would you like to tell me again about Ralphs penis about how it felt that first time

I hear her catch a little breath and my sweet wife shifts her hips, the soft white cotton nightie slips up a little higher and she wiggles her warm naked ass against my stomach. From out of the dark I hear a little teasing giggle, a soft murmur.

Oh, darling so you want to hear that again?

I feel my erection lifting up into the crease of her bare buttocks, Mmmm, tell me about it again just one more time

I was very naughty she whispered.

Tell me about it tell me about my naughty little wife.

Next to my head I hear a little sigh and she begins to murmur. Well darling, do you remember how it was that first time when our heads were together on our pillow and I lifted my legs so he could put his penis in me. He pushed it in it was long and thick and you heard me gasp. You were holding me and his penis was there in me, at the same time and

She lowered her voice to a breathy soft whisper. Do you remember how I turned my face to you on the pillow and all the while we were kissing each other  he was he was in me and fucking me?

The fading patter of the rain blends with the soft murmur of her voice, my eyes close, reveling in the memory, letting it all flow back. My now stiffened penis eases up between the crease of her buttocks a soft tickle of hair, then warm slippery heat closes around me I'm pressing hunching my groin tight against the cheeks of her ass my cock sliding deep into the delicious warmth of her slippery cunt. Yes sweetheart, I murmured. I'll never ever forget never

So yes, we whisper in bed and make hot frantic love and we fuck, long breathy fucks with the memories in our minds. Yes, so very clearly I remember the moments our hot faces on the pillow, the rhythmic bouncing of her head. While lying on her back, the way she turned her face to me and we tried to kiss. I remember the feeling of her warm lips bumping against mine, the way her gasps of breath burst into my mouth. I remember laying my hand on her stomach letting my fingers trail down into her pubic hairs feeling the ridge of her belly muscles tightening and relaxing as he slid his cock in and out of her the burst of breath as he pushed in, the soft sighing intake of air as the head of his cock eased back from the depth of her pink clingy cunt then again and again. Yes its all there, painful, yet delightfully exhilarating memories.

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Now I guess this whole story is little bizarre, and it may have seemed a little hard on me. But its life in the intoxicating air of our liberated world. And it may not be quite as atypical as many might believe. Okay, a bit esoteric for sure, but who knows what off-the wall stories, what sordid shameful memories the rest of you could share, if you but dared.

And so my fellow readers, I challenge you to let your mind drift back into your own buried vault of memories and tell us your stories and your secret fantasies as I tell you mine.

So is this finally the end of this long long rambling story? Well probably so, but lately my sweet Charlene is hinting about having Ralph visit overnight once in a while, so who knows when anything really ends

But for now, yes this is

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