CHAPTER SEVEN

 

 

She was home the following week, and I couldn't help but recall that diary entry when we were back in bed together. The memory of it caused me to cum too quickly.

 

"Jesus. I'm sorry." I said, finishing my eruption insider her.

 

She clutched my back and kissed me. "It's okay baby."

 

"Maybe I should go get Richard to finish the job." I added, jokingly. It was a typical joking comment that I made when I felt that she wasn't completely satisfied with my efforts.

 

"No John. Stop." Her voice was suddenly curt.

 

It confused me, and I replied, "Huh? Everything okay?"

 

She appeared to mull over her thoughts for a moment, and then replied, "I think I want to take a break from seeing Richard for a while. In the bedroom, I mean."

 

My initial reaction was disappointment, which in itself confused me. My feelings soon turned to concern, however.

 

"Is everything okay Kat? I know you love fucking him, I'm just wond-"

 

"I want to have a baby John." Her eyes were earnest and loving. Her words caught me completely off guard.

 

I looked into her eyes, silently, and then kissed her deep. "Okay." I replied, with love and excitement. It was sudden, and without warning - although I was certain that the trip and her friend had inspired her. I was surprised by the immense excitement I felt, and knew this would be the start of a new chapter for us.

 

Kathy stopped birth control a few days later, and a few days after that, I broke the news to Richard. Part of me expected him to be disappointed, maybe even masking some anger. I knew he loved bedding Kathy, so I couldn't help but wonder how he would truly react.

 

He nearly broke my back with how hard he hugged me.

 

"That's incredible John! I'm damn happy for the both of you!" I had never seen the man so enthusiastic.

 

My next sentence, was harder to speak. "Pretty much means we're - Uh - Gonna take it easy on the bedroom antics for a while." I didn't know how to phrase it.

 

Richard gave me a look that more or less said, "No shit genius." But he laughed following it.

 

"Yeah, I'd assume as much." He paused, continuing, "No worries. I have the memories for those late nights by myself."

 

I joked, "With the amount that you nut when you're with Kathy, I figured you never masturbated." My comment caused a deep laugh from Richard.

 

A part of me loved these open, absurd conversations with our friend and bull. And that same part of me was going to miss them. Another part of me wondered if this was the end of our wild cuckolding adventure. Ultimately though, my desire to start a family was far more important than satisfying any sexual kink that my wife and I had developed. I knew Kathy felt the same.

 

Kathy and I fucked like rabbits for the first few months that she was off birth control. We still made teasing references to Richard during our love making. She would even make daring comments about the prospect of calling him over to finish the job, if I couldn't "stick the landing". In the moment, those erotic teases would always cause us both excitement, and we knew they were simply in good fun. Unfortunately, though, we would soon come to deeply regret them.

 

It wasn't until the sixth month of attempts that I learned of my condition. I thought back to a peewee football game in fourth grade. I took a cleated kick so hard to my groin that I was in the hospital for two weeks. I vaguely recall the potential impact to my sperm development, but to hear it spelled out for me in reality - it crushed me.

 

It crushed Kathy too.

 

There were many tears shed that day and the days following. It pains me to say that I began drinking heavily, unable to cope. It was mental torture, having to reconcile the reality of sterility. I would curse myself, somehow blaming my cuckolding fetish, convincing myself that I deserved it. In weak and drunken moments I would admit the same to Kathy, which caused her deep sorrow. She would insist that it was a ridiculous notion, one time even slapping me across the face, telling me to stop feeling sorry for myself - telling me that she still loved me and that this changed nothing for her. She even mentioned adoption, but I wasn't ready to think about alternatives yet.

 

Strangely, it wasn't until Richard found out, that my mental state started to improve.

 

"I heard about your condition John." His voice was direct, and honest. He had invited me out for breakfast, to which I begrudgingly accepted. I cringed at the thought of my wife talking about my sterility to our former bull. I hated myself.

 

I just shook my head, defeated, replying, "Yeah."

 

"You can't let this beat you John. I won't allow it." He urged.

 

"It's already beaten me Richard. I can't have kids. I'm sterile. There's no way to 'beat' it." I added air quotes for emphasis. I was in no mood to listen to pipe dream positivity.

 

"God damnit John. That's not what makes a man." He raised his voice, seemingly frustrated by my attitude.

 

"What makes a man than Richard, when he enjoys the sight of his wife with another man?" I blurted, not meaning it, but lashing out regardless. Thankfully, no one near us heard.

 

He was taken aback by my comment, and was silent for a moment. He finally spoke, "It kills me to see you like this."

 

We both sat in silence for a few more minutes, sipping on our coffee.

 

"You know George Washington was sterile." He added, clearly searching for any words that might comfort me.

 

"Yes. I know. My doctor told me the same thing." I took another sip of coffee. "Who gives a fuck about George Washington?"

 

"I suppose you're right." He conceded.

 

We sat again in silence again, this time for longer. I glanced up at him a few times, and could tell he was mulling over something heavy. His eyes were filled with the strife of a painful memory.

 

He spoke again, but this time in a tone that was somehow different. "I've never told anyone this John, so listen up." He paused, taking another sip of his coffee, eventually continuing, his words as heavy as I'd ever heard them.

 

"My wife was barren. It was one of her many medical complications."

 

The revelation stunned me.

 

"Candice and I tried and tried - for years. We didn't even visit a doctor until a fifth year without success." He paused again, sighing. "But you know what?"

 

"What?" I replied, genuinely curious.

 

"She's the best human being I've ever known, by miles. I don't think even one fraction less of that woman for not being able to bear my children. I've told you before, she was my heart, and those struggles, among others, only proved to bring us together." He paused, eyes full of emotion. "I suggest you do the same with Kathy."

 

With that, he stood, tossing a fifty dollar bill on the table, and then he turned to leave.

 

I didn't realize it at the time, but the conversation I had with Richard allowed me to finally break free from self-pity, and start on the path back to happiness. There was progress over the next few months, but Kathy and I weren't having any sex, both depressed from our circumstance. One day, as I was picking her up from daycare, I saw her laughing as she played with two of the younger children. She looked so beautiful, so happy. In life you have these unsuspecting moments that change you, and that was one of them.

 

When she fastened her belt in the passenger seat, I kissed her, looking into her eyes. I spoke, "Let's look into sperm donors."

 

Her eyes welled up and she immediately began to cry. We kissed a few more times, our hearts finally returning to each other. "D-Don't you think. W-Wouldn't you prefer to adopt?" She asked.

 

Truth is, I had already been weighing the realities available to us.

 

"No." I paused, adding. "I love you, and want our child to be as much like you as possible. I also want you to experience everything that comes along with this, as much as you can."

 

Many tears were shed that day as well, but unlike earlier in the year, these tears brought with them happiness and potential.

 

We had incredible, loving sex over the next few weeks. We also began investigating donor options. However, every time we browsed the site and visited the fertility clinic, my mind would wander to a harrowing thought.

 

We would sit there, with every conceivable metric available to us. Height, weight, ethnicity, IQ, career, education, family history. Some men would score high in one category, and low in others. Regardless of the hard data, what were these men actually like? Were they assholes, degenerates? What was in their character? I greatly appreciated the option to pursue this method, and Kathy was beginning to narrow down what her preferred statistics were, but that nagging thought would not leave my mind.

 

After a few more weeks had passed, I finally built up the courage to speak with him.

 

The first time I ever saw Richard emotional, was the night I laid the proposition at his feet. He didn't cry, but he toiled over my words, and the anguish was visible on his face.

 

"I don't know what to say John. My first reaction is one of honor. I'm truly, genuinely, honored."

 

Before I could reply to that, he continued, "But my second reaction is far more complicated. There are a million emotions, thoughts, concerns, swirling in my mind."

 

I attempted to assuage his concerns where I could, "To be clear, just a few obvious points. One, you would have no responsibility to the child, neither financial nor in terms of guardianship. If you want we could certainly have some documents prepar-"

 

"That's the least of my worries John. My concerns were more, personal, internal."

 

I remembered what he mentioned about all those years, the attempts at a child of his own.

 

"Unfortunately, Richard, I never knew your lovely wife." I paused, weighing my words. "Forgive me if I'm overstepping, but I would hope Candice would find something beautiful about this circumstance, something beautifully ironic."

 

That caused his gaze to look downward, his eyes clearly damp with remembrance.

 

We sat in silence for a moment, and I continued, "I haven't mentioned this possibility to Kathy, but I have a hard time believing that the thought hasn't crossed her mind."

 

"The baby would be mixed race." He added.

 

The comment surprised me, but I replied. "No shit Richard." I somehow laughed. "Look, despite the bedroom race play about that cock of yours, neither Kathy nor myself take any of that into our day to day life. We are progressive people."

 

"I know you are, trust me. I know that." He paused, sipping heavily on his scotch, continuing, "But would that not cause an issue for you long term, an issue with your relatives?"

 

"We will make sure it doesn't, and if it does, they aren't family I need to be keeping around mine."

 

We continued to talk, and drink, for hours - hashing out details and potential concerns. It was a conversation that I'll never forget, one of the most fulfilling of my life.

 

Kathy was asleep on the living room couch when I returned. I didn't realize how late it had gotten.

 

She awoke quickly, almost as if she sensed something. "What were you talking about? You were over there for a long time."

 

I said nothing. I simply looked at her with the weight of the conversation surely present in my eyes. Somehow, she knew.

 

Richard.

 

She collapsed back down into the sofa, staring blankly into the distance, into our future.

 

"What will we tell our parents." Were her first words.

 

"That we've found a donor."

 

She laughed, "I doubt they'll be so understanding."

 

"It's our baby Kathy, not theirs."

 

We had an earnest and honest conversation about our parents, and friends, and then the line of questioning changed.

 

"Richard agreed?" She asked, eyes still staring into the distance.

 

"He's still weighing it, but I think he agrees."

 

"What about his wife? I'm sure he wants to be respectful, to her memory."

 

"Don't you think there's a beautiful irony to this, Kathy? As much as it hurts to admit, it almost feels like fate."

 

Tears began to run down her cheeks, and I immediately went to her, kissing her deeply.

 

"I love you." I said.

 

"I love you too John." We kissed again, and again, and those loving exchanges soothed my mind.

 

We sat for a while, holding each other, both thinking about all that was to come - not the least of which, Richard.

 

"He's willing to donate at the clinic?" Kathy suddenly asked, seemingly naive.

 

I replied, "I'm sure he is." I paused, continuing, "But I can't see why we wouldn't do it naturally."

 

The words hung there. Despite all the overwhelming emotion of the day, there was still a very real sense of deep, humanistic, eroticism in that prospect.

 

We looked at each other, and kissed again - this time there was underlying arousal between our lips. We dared not say it, but we were certainly both thinking it. Richard had cum in Kathy before, but never with these life altering implications.

 

"I want you there for it." Her voice was a whisper of emotion.

 

"Of course baby. I'll be right there with you." We kissed again, this time with so much love I thought my heart might explode.

 

The fateful night occurred a few weeks later, while Kathy was at peak ovulation. We invited Richard over early in the day, as we wanted to reestablish the sexual bond between the two of them. It had been nearly a year since they had been intimate with each other. Kathy paraded around the house in a pure white nightie, her tits bounced beautifully, and she wore no underwear. For some reason Richard and I both spent the day in our boxers. It was almost ceremonial, in a way. We relaxed, watched television, and sipped on small portions of wine - to ease the nerves.

 

There was a moment late in the afternoon when I walked in on the two of them kissing passionately on the couch, hands roaming each other’s bodies.

 

"I missed you." Kathy spoke, voice hush and inflamed with passion.

 

"I missed you too." Richard replied, his hand was gently caressing her rear end.

 

I had seen them kiss many times before, but this time it was heightened. It was mystifying to watch their lips smack, knowing that later he would be impregnating her.

 

As dusk approached, we prepared the bed. Kathy insisted that the night be special, and neither Richard nor myself could fault her for it. She placed a few candles in the room, again - almost ceremonially.

 

Once she was done, Kathy took a seat on the bed, candlelight flickering and filling the room. Her cheeks were rosy, and her face, beautiful. I was unable to comprehend what was about to occur. Her breath was quick, and her incredible tits heaved up and down on her chest as she waited for us. I looked down to where the lace of her nightie ended, and was inspired by her small, shaven patch of pubic hair, and glistening folds. I knelt at the edge of the bed, and instinctively grabbed her thighs, pulling her womanhood close to my face.

 

I kissed up and down her thighs, at the base of her navel, I even gently lifted her leg and kissed the underside of her butt, delirious with love and lust. Eventually, I planted kisses directly on her sopping wet mound, making love to her beautiful clit with my tongue. She moaned, and caressed my head in appreciation.

 

Behind me I heard Richard step out of his underwear. I glanced up at Kathy, and had seen the look before - only this time there was more intent in her gaze. Normally she would have made a lust filled comment about his size, but tonight, with the magnitude of the consequences at hand, her eyes said more than her words ever could. She gazed at his cock with longing. Suddenly, the wetness from her pussy was exponentially more substantial, and her juices ran down my chin like a waterfall.

 

In that moment I realized, in a way, I was preparing my wife to receive him. It was a surprising arousal to think that I was performing the role of dutiful husband, lubricating my wife's womanhood before an unspeakable lovemaking was to occur. She shuddered in a small orgasm, and I kissed the inside of her thighs, wiping her excess juices off of my face in the process.

 

She sat up for a moment, eyes intense and full of natural, instinctual arousal. She slowly began peeling off her nightie, and I moved to assist her. Her beautifully big tits spilled out as we both removed her lace, they swung gently against her torso. Somehow, they looked swollen, and in need. I knew it was time.

 

I moved to the side of the bed, looking into her eyes, and kissing her one last time. I frequently think back on the moment, as it was the best kiss of my life.

 

"I don't deserve you." Her voice was hushed, and filled with love.

 

"No baby. You got that backwards." I replied.

 

Richard had already moved to the foot of the bed, it was then that I once again noticed his size. It was hanging there, as massive as ever, a couple feet above my wife's naked body, a couple moments from behind inside of her.

 

"Are you ready?" His voice was purposeful, and kind.

 

Kathy's eyes started to widen, as the primal instincts within her took hold. She nodded, "Take me." Her voice was hushed, but filled with desire. She leaned back on the bed, and slowly started spreading her legs for him.

 

I stepped to the side as Richard assumed his position on our bed. My wife's legs were opening to allow him entry, like they had many times before. This time, however, it was unquestionably more taboo. They spread slowly, and sexually, and the glistening lips of her womanhood came into haunting view. All three of us knew that she was not just offering her pleasure to him, but her unprotected womb as well. She wanted him to take her, and then fill her with his potent seed. That thought made me shudder in incomprehensible defeat, but even more in unbelievable arousal. Suddenly, his engorged head smushed into her folds, causing her head to tilt back, her eyes to close.

 

"Mmm! Yesss!" Her voice was hushed, but her pleasure wouldn't be denied.

 

His thrusts were purposeful and loving, and before long, he was entirely inside of her.

 

"F-Fuckkk..." Kathy, moaned in response to his size, as she always did. She clawed into his shoulders as her body reacted to his powerful thrusts. Richard was now stuffing her full, this time with the purpose of using his powerful manhood to breed her.

 

It seemed like Kathy wanted to stay in control of her feelings, as if she felt she shouldn't be enjoying this particular bout of lovemaking, given the stakes. She bit her lips, and stifled her moans, but eventually it was hopeless. Her walls came down, and the truth escaped. I couldn't blame her for it.

 

"Fuck meee!" My wife's words were hushed, but you could hear the passion and pleasure dripping off every syllable. "Oh God Richard! Please fuck meee!"

 

I moved behind him, looking intently at their penetration. The sight was not merely just arousing, it was somehow evolutionary, and primal. I don't know why I focused on their colliding sexes as much as I did, but I couldn't peel my eyes away.

 

Absurdly, more than anything, I noticed the size of Richards balls. They had always been exceptionally large, but on this evening, they seemed to have their own gravitational pull. They were massive, groomed, and slapping erotically into Kathy's plump rear. It was insane to think, that they would soon erupt, jet firing his seed deep into my wife.

 

His thrusting was intense, and driven by natural instinct. I looked on for what seemed like minutes, and I quickly realized that even he wouldn't last long tonight. They had been without each other for too many months, and the reality of their mating was too arousing to describe, too primal, too real. My wife moaned passionately, and they kissed deeply and often. As their wet lips smacked in passion, and they stared into each other’s eyes, I knew. They were, at least on some level, making love. How could they not be? It was painful to realize, and to witness. However the rational side of my brain was in control, and I convinced myself that this was simply nature in its purest form.

 

Suddenly, Richard spoke, it was to both of us. "I'm going to cum." It was even sooner than I had anticipated.

 

Since we started our journey down this rabbit hole, I had often thought that there couldn't possibly be anything more arousing than watching another man fuck your wife.

 

I was wrong.

 

Watching another man impregnate your wife is infinitely more intense.

 

I had never heard Richard roar so loudly. I looked on in amazement as his massive balls contracted. I could physically see their weight ascending and descending within his pouch, in sync with the eruption of semen that was exploding from his cock head buried deep inside my wife. Up and down, they went, squeezing impossibly as he came harder than I had ever seen him before. My view focused a few inches beyond his erupting testicles, now locked in on my wife's stretched sex. It was inflamed and bucking as she received him. Her skin expanded and contracted along with his pulsating cock. Her pussy was quivering as she erupted in her own incomprehensible orgasm.

 

I appreciated the fact that Kathy attempted to stifle her pleasure, but at the same time I wished she hadn't. I wanted her to let go and bask in the waves of satisfaction that she was receiving from her impregnation, and the powerful, humanistic orgasm that came along with it. I was glad to see, that despite her best efforts, she submitted to the moment, and the words escaped her mouth.

 

"Ohhh! Ohhh!! Yesss! Cum in me! Cum in me! Cum in meee!!" I looked on as her fingers clawed into his hips, her red nail polish and wedding ring shining in the candle light. Richard continued to buck, pumping in and out of her with that powerful instinctive drive, coating her womb with his seed. She screamed one last time, "Richard!! Oh Goddd!! Give me a babyyy!!"

 

He groaned loudly as he continued to pump her full of his cum. His eruption seemed to last nearly a minute, his pulsating balls squeezing in release for an extraordinary amount of time. I had never seen anything like it. I came as well, without physical provocation. Ironically, my load was also large, albeit useless - my own cum hit our flooring as it had many times before, but the puddle it created was much larger than it usually was.

 

Finally, the room was silent. All that was audible was the breathing. Something natural had just occurred on my marital bed, and I immediately knew Richard had successfully impregnated Kathy. If I did have any remaining doubts, they were immediately silenced when Richard pulled his manhood out of her.

 

The plopping noise was perverse, but also very human. Kathy's vaginal mound was stuffed, entirely filled with his seed. I immediately noticed a heavy stream of his cum begin to cascade out of her sex, pouring down between the folds of her ass. It completely soaked our bedding. I could only imagine how much of it was still deep inside of her. Richard rolled over to the side, his deflating cock obscenely slapping flaccid across his thigh. He was clearly physically, and emotionally, spent.

 

"John, come here." My wife broke the silence.

 

I slowly approached her side, her face was radiant. She was smiling, but there was a certain melancholy in her eyes.

 

"Kiss me my love."

 

I leaned down, and we shared a deep moment, our lips meeting. She grabbed me by the hand, and gently placed it on her tummy. It nearly made me emotional.

 

We stayed like that, for a while. Kissing, my hand resting on her stomach. I knew what was happening biologically, mere inches below the surface.

 

Richard sat up, seemingly to make a move to leave. Kathy quickly stopped him.

 

"No." She paused, looking at both of us, and then at him. "I want you to stay with us tonight. Sleep here, next to me."

 

When she said it, it immediately felt right, and I think Richard sensed it as well. "Okay." Was all that he said.

 

Kathy moved to the middle of the bed, and pulled me on it next to her. She nestled between the two of us, and no one spoke a word. Soon, everyone was fast asleep.

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