TITLE    : Infertility Assistance Ch. 01
STORYID  : infertility-assistance-ch-01
SUMMARY  : Hot fiancee chooses stud friend to do what her man can't.
AUTHOR   : openyoureyes@lit
DATE     : 2010-03-15
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |mmf|bondage|oral sex|humiliation|huge cock|cheating|cuckold|group sex|submission|domination|


The news was humiliating to me but it was positively devastating to Kaki. My 24-year-old fiancee was convinced she was ready to get pregnant, and the fact that my sperm couldn't do the job, and that her own fertility was also marginal at best, came as a shock. We sat there with the doctor, reeling from the news, our marriage itself in jeopardy, I feared -- as getting pregnant was kind of the whole point, to her. She'd been saving her gorgeous body for our wedding night, and was driving me insane with the hot outfits she would wear, like right now -- her tight little curvy body packed into a cropped shirt, hip huggers, and heels, which I could tell were distracting the doctor from the seriousness of the situation. 



She asked him about options. He mentioned artificial insemination, and she shook her head. She couldn't have a baby that way. She considered a moment, and squeezed my hand reassuringly, as she said, "What if we had a donor, and did it more... naturally. Is it possible? What are the chances?"



The doctor responded evenly that if it wasn't with me, then depending on the... uh, donor... she might be able to get pregnant. 



"Like, if he had a really high sperm count," she offered.



He nodded. "Well, yes, that would help..."



"Is there anything else... that we'd have to look for?"



He was clearly squirming now. She was serious, looking for answers. She recrossed her long legs, oblivious to the effect this had on him. He blushed as he began: "Well, the way we would do it artificially -- and your best chances in any case -- would be with a fairly, uh, deep insertion, plenty of lubrication, and a high volume of seminal fluid, deposited with a healthy amount of force." He'd said it as tactfully as possible, but the meaning was clear. I wanted to jump out of my skin with frustration and shame.



Kaki, however, wanted to make sure she had the facts straight: "So if we found a donor, you're saying our best chance would be... if he had a really big cock, and could, um, ejaculate... a lot, with a lot of power."



He nodded slightly. I don't think he'd ever had this exact conversation before. 



"And I guess it would help if I was really turned on... for the lubrication."



The doctor was full on blushing now, and glanced my way briefly with what I presumed was sympathy. He met Kaki's huge brown eyes again to say, "Yes, all that would help your chances."



As we left the doctor's office, I half expected her to want to go trolling for such a guy right away, but to my great relief, she focused on the fact that she wanted to go through with the wedding -- and said nothing about actually trying to find a "donor." The only painful moment came when she mentioned that one of her exes, if he hadn't been such a jerk, would have fit the bill. 



There was no way I was going to follow up on that, but I didn't need to: "He was huge. And powerful," she said. I really wanted to smash something right now. Not only was I not "huge," but she had barely even seen my average-sized cock in action -- because the most contact she'd had with it to date were a couple of hand jobs while we were making out -- so exciting to me that they were over in seconds, their results not something she paid much attention to, and which I quickly cleaned up. 



She seemed to sense my uncomfortableness. "But he was an asshole," she said. 



I couldn't help but remember that she'd told me how long they'd been together. Like a masochist, I had to ask:



"So why'd you stay with him six months?"



She glanced over at me. The look in her eyes was heart-breaking. I knew the answer. And there was no way she was going to say it out loud. It was at least in part because of his attributes.



So you can imagine I was in no mood at all for the arrival into town, a couple months later - on the week of our wedding - of an old college housemate who was that same kind of guy. Kyle was arrogant, a jerk to women, but good-looking, well-built, and, to hear him brag about it, well-hung. He'd always been a magnet for the hottest girls on our campus. 



I'd lost touch with him, and he lived out of state, so I really didn't expect him to come to the wedding. But to my surprise, he showed up at a party one of my friends threw for us, the weekend before -- looking as cocky and chiseled as ever, with a sexy young nymphet named Ryan on his arm. 



I don't think Kaki was even aware how much her sparkling eyes lit up when she took her first look at him. He was across the bar, taking off his sport coat, underneath which a tight t-shirt displayed his bulging and shredded arms and torso to full outrageous effect. I reluctantly introduced them, and as they talked, Kaki seemed to lapse into some sort of primal feminine persona - in the way she stood, moved, giggled, and repeatedly tucked strands of golden hair behind one ear, revealing that much more of her tanned bare neck and shoulder to his masculine gaze.



Within a few moments, we'd moved on to talk to other people, and I'd mostly put him and his hot date out of my mind, but Kaki hadn't. She'd run into Ryan in the ladies room, and came over to tell me that Kyle had said it was a shame we didn't have more time to catch up. So Kaki took the liberty of inviting the two of them over for a drink after the party. She hoped I didn't mind. They were staying in a hotel and didn't know anyone, and she knew how I loved to show off my gorgeous home. If I wanted, I could even offer them the guest room.



It was the last thing I wanted. I didn't really like Kyle, and I always felt a little less-than, physically, and in terms of masculine confidence, in his presence. Kaki's reaction to him didn't help matters at all. But I didn't want to show any of that in front of her. But my mind didn't go to our fertility issue, which she had dropped in recent days. I was just aware of some level of understandable attraction between them, and it made me uncomfortable. I quietly agreed to the one drink, planning to make it stop at that.



Back at the house, that one drink turned into two, and although Kaki was snuggled up next to me on the couch, she was completely engaged in conversation with Kyle and Ryan - mostly Kyle. She was also tipsy at this point, and to my surprise, suggested we all take a dip in the hot tub. Wouldn't you know, Kyle and his date had their luggage in the car and had packed swimsuits. So the answer was "yes." Oh, great. Now I would get to see what happened to their obvious mutual attraction when the clothes came off, with his awesome body easy to compare to my average one.



I was in the hot tub first, neck deep, not eager to show off my physique to the group. Ryan was next. She was an exotic brunette, dark-skinned, dark-eyed, with a gorgeous body bursting out of a tiny black bikini. But the real moment of "wow" came a moment later, when Kaki and Kyle emerged from the back of our house. They reached the double doors there at the same time, exchanging pleasantries, and him gesturing for her to go first. She did, and he placed a hand on her back softly, as if she were his date, escorting her toward us -- and letting it rest there a moment longer than I thought protocol allowed. Of course, Kaki didn't protest.



If it were a movie, they would've been walking in slow motion, as I drank in the perfection of both of their bodies. She had put on the most outrageously skimpy two-piece suit she owns, showing off the maximum amount of real estate on her smoking hot, super-tight little body, her long legs stunning atop six-inch wedges, with her voluminous blonde locks piled atop her head fetchingly. If I wasn't mistaken, she'd applied new, sexier lipstick to her wide, full lips, and was basically looking like she was ready for a photo shoot.



As for him, well, the torso bare was a tad bit more impressive than under a t-shirt. The man had the most ripped physique I'd ever seen, with a killer eight-pack, huge pecs and delts, and massive but super-cut arms. He wore loose fitting jams and I tried not to think about the pipe swinging behind them -- but for the first time, the horrible thought of her following through with her "insemination" plan in the very near future landed sickeningly in my consciousness.



We had another drink in the hot tub, and heard a bit about how Ryan and Kyle had met a couple weeks ago, as she pushed her outrageous body up against his, and he let his hand absently stroke the side of her breast, right there in front of us. She was jet-lagged, as well as worn out from "last night" with him, and thought they should head back to hotel so she could go to bed. But Kaki, without asking me, offered up our guest room. They graciously accepted, and within minutes, Ryan was excusing herself to hit the sack, while her new man opted to have one more drink with us.



We got out of the hot tub and moved to the living room, everyone still in their swimwear, and Kyle told us stories about his special forces days, and some of the tricks he learned. My girl was curled up next to me on the sofa, Kyle in the chair opposite us. He stood up. "Come here, " he motioned to me. "Let me show you something."



Warily I rose, and Kyle, who towered over me at 6'5", grabbed my wrist, twisted it behind my back, and suddenly pushed me face first into the carpet. "See, that's a quick takedown," he explained to Kaki, who watched wide-eyed as Kyle pulled a zip-tie out of his overnight bag and looped it around my wrists, which he was holding behind my back. He pulled the cord tight and my wrists were bound together and immovable. 



"What the hell are you doing?" I demanded.



"Then, if we really want to keep them in one place, we do the ankles," he explained, pulling my ankles together and zip tying them, as well! 



"Take them off Kyle, come on, this isn't funny," I protested.



"Then, if they're doing too much talking, the standard item is a cleave gag..." he grabbed a rolled-up bandanna from his bag and pulled it over my head, and between my lips, pulling it tight and then tying it behind my head. I now couldn't speak, and could barely even make noise. 



Kaki stared open-mouthed, in shock, as Kyle moved to sit back down, leaving me lying there on the floor, face down, helpless. 



"What are you doing?" she asked. "You need to let him go."



"I will."



She looked at me with concern, but she didn't budge from her place, her legs curled up under her.



"Seriously, Kyle."



"I don't know, I think he looks good like that."



"I don't." 



"I don't know why, but I am so full of energy right now."



"Well, maybe you should go join your girlfriend."



"She's not my girlfriend. And she's too worn out from last night, anyway."



"Oh, really. What happened last night?"



"I fucked her like an animal for hours."



Kaki opened her mouth in momentary shock. "That's quite a mouth you've got."



"It wasn't my mouth. It was my huge cock."



I couldn't believe him! But she just laughed. "Oh, is that right?"



"I guess you could be the judge."



"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" 



"I think you would."



"Keep dreaming, and go untie my fiance."



"I don't know," he said. "It might be good that he's restrained if his bride-to-be is about to see the biggest cock of her life."



"Oh, is that what's about to happen?"



He stood up. I was in shock. He was really going to do this! In one swift motion, he pulled his jams down to his feet. 



His cock was totally soft, but its length hanging down was already the size of my proudest erection. 



She acted unimpressed. "Look at you. I guess you proved your point."



"It's not hard yet. I might need a little assistance for that."



"Good luck with that."



"You taking your top off would probably help."



She looked up at his face. He was dead serious Then she looked at me. "Can you believe this guy?"



He stood there, hands on hips, grinning at her, his cock beginning to twitch a little. She watched this. "Well, I have to admit, I am curious." You could tell by his cock he liked where this was going. She turned to me: "Maybe if we just give him his moment of glory, he'll let you go, and we'll go to bed. Please forgive me." 



And with that, she reached behind her back and untied her bikini top! His cock really started to come alive as she tossed it on the floor. It never ceased to amaze me how beautiful Kaki's breasts are -- how high and round and full, and when her nipples were engorged and pointing forward and just slightly out and up like this, well... Kyle wasn't the only one starting to get hard.



But of course, the attention was all on him. She sat there, watching, as he laid his rising and lengthening shaft in the palm of his hand, staring back at her. She cupped her tits in both hands and made a pouty porn face for a moment, then giggled. 



We both watched, open-mouthed, for the next few seconds, as the blood engorged his monster cock, until it finally stood proud at its length of just over 11 inches (he claimed, and I don't dispute), with a magnificent oversized helmet, and a thickness that was truly weapon-like and intimidating. His nuts were similarly outsized, a pair of limes in a shaved sac the size of a grapefruit.



Kaki just stared. "So, do I top your record?" he asked playfully. 



She nodded. "Jesus Christ, that's a big cock."



"Told you."



She looked over at me. You could see the wheels turning.



"Can you imagine what it feels like?" he asked. She didn't answer. She was imagining, all right. 



"Damn, now you got me all revved up and nowhere to go," he grinned, starting to grab his jams. 



"Sorry. I guess you could always go take care of yourself." 



"You probably want a closer look before I put it away."



"I don't think so."



But he was taking a step in her direction. She looked at me, smiling as if this was fun game we were both participating in. "Well, we're not married yet, right? So fine, a closer look."



She was now in a kneeling position on the couch, legs tucked under her, as he approached. He didn't stop until he was standing right in front of her. In this position, the massive head of his cock was just about at nose level for her. I was squirming, out of my mind with rage and hatred and jealousy. And yes, a little turned on. 



"I'm not going to touch it," she said, looking up at him.



"Nobody said you were."



She stared at the monster penis in front of her face, clearly fascinated, and obviously turned on.



"I bet you get a lot of blow jobs," she guessed. 



"You could say that."



"Girls are probably scared of the size but fascinated and want to see it in action, see if they can make you cum, see how much you can shoot."



"That's normally how it works. They just love to touch it. What can I say? I have a good life."



She was too curious to turn away this opportunity. I watched in horror as she took one petite index finger, capped with a long French nail, and brought it toward his crown. She made contact, tracing around the helmet for a moment. His cock jumped and danced at her touch. 



"Another few seconds, then I'm going to bed," he lied.



She looked up at him, surprised to hear this. But instead of letting him go, she decided she wanted to do one other thing. She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft. He was so thick her finger tips couldn't meet her thumb. She looked up into his eyes again.



"I bet all the girls want to show you what a porn star they can be, and let you cum all over their faces and in their mouths."



"That's right."



"I bet you really wish I was going to be one of them right now."



"I do."



"Thhen they're probably too curious and turned on, and have to let you fuck them anyway."



"Usually."



I was watching this, rapt, unable to stop it, hoping she was finished with him. 



"Well, it is a beautiful cock. You've got me there."



"So can I go now?" he teased. She was still holding his cock around the base, her mouth inches from his crown. She moved in closer. And let the point of her tongue reach out and flick at the head of his cock. His cock jumped again. 



"You like that?" she asked.



"Yes."



"I bet you're really feeling like the alpha male right now, with my fiance down there, and me here."



"Kind of."



"I bet if you came in my mouth that would really complete the picture for you."



"It might." 



Having done it once, she let her tongue make contact with his cock again. And then, in one quick, shocking motion, she engulfed his crown in her pretty mouth!



I couldn't believe this was happening! I wanted to look away. But of course, I didn't.



He groaned his approval, as she bobbed on the first couple inches of his cock for a moment, then pulled off, and began kissing, licking, wrapping her tongue around his shaft. 



Victorious, he placed one hand softly on the back of my fiancée's head, holding it there. And she let him. One of her hands was stroking his shaft, the other playing with his huge nuts as he emoted about how good it felt.



"Oh, yeah, baby, suck my big cock," he enthused, glancing over at me, grinning. I writhed on the floor in agony. I might have killed him right now if I'd had a weapon. Instead, I watched him offer his to my girl's loving mouth, who was clearly not planning to stop any time soon. 



It was an incredible sight, I had to admit. And she milked it for all that was worth. She kissed and licked and sucked on his huge cock for what seemed like an eternity, causing him to moan and groan in absolute ecstasy. 



"I'm not going to let you cum in my mouth," she said between soft kisses to the underside of his shaft, just behind the crown. He was clearly getting close. 



"Why, cause you want to see it?"



"No." she answered, running her tongue up and down the length of his cock, thinking about it. Then she changed her answer: "Well, yeah, I kind of do, actually..." 



"Are you like those other girls... too curious to stop at a blow job, too turned on?" he managed to speak.



"Yeah, right. No. This is just me doing a crazy, tipsy, 'I'm not married yet,' freak show. Don't get any ideas." 



Like it was all just casual fun between friends, nothing more than that. He chuckled, one hand still one her head, grabbing a clump of her hair now, and glancing over at me with a smile. We both knew this was practically as big, to his ego and mine, as if he was fucking her.



He pulled out of her mouth, her hands still on the base of his shaft and balls, his free hand now stroking the business end of his cock. Her mouth was closed, but she was smiling, and not looking away. Was she going to let him cum on her face?



The answer was yes. Suddenly, his cock went crazy. A MASSIVE rope of cum shot out of him, right over her head and onto the wall behind the couch.



"Fuck!" he exclaimed in release, adjusting his aim, so the next huge burst hit her on the cheek. Then he sprayed her pretty closed lips. Which she decided, to my ever-increasing shock, to open. 



Loving life, he blasted more cum onto her outstretched tongue and deep into her mouth. She let him. He proceeded to shoot thick streams of cum deep into her mouth and all over her pretty face. She even let him re-insert his crown and clamped his lips around, it letting him pump his fluid right into her, and down her throat. She swallowed it all. He finally pulled out.



I stared in shock. Seeing another man's cum dripping off the beautiful lips of my angel, as she kissed his cock all over and painted it with her tongue, was the most electrifying and awful thing I've ever witnessed. She must have cleaned his cock with her tongue for ten minutes, patiently covering it from balls to crown, letting him scoop gobs of cum off her face with the head and then feed them to her eager little mouth. 



Finally, she was done. "Yeah, I think you should let my man free now and go to bed." He pulled up his shorts, came over, bent down, cut the cords on my ankles, and then on my wrists. And without saying a word, retired to the guest bedroom. I got up on my knees, in shock, and reached behind my head to untie the bandanna, and remove the gag. 

<hr pg="2" />"Come here," she said. She was still sitting on the couch. I stared at her with unbelievable hurt, shock, fury, a million emotions mixed. "Come here," she said again, lovingly, hopefully. I came. I sat. She took the back of her head in one hand and brought her lips to mine. I could see evidence of his cum on her face, but still I let her kiss me. She opened her mouth found my tongue with her tongue, and I tasted his cum. It was fascinating, awful, and exciting all at once.



"Take off your shorts," she said between kisses. I complied, not sure why or what I was doing or what I should do. This was all uncharted territory. My cock was soft. She noticed. "You get it up and I'll suck it," she offered. That would be a first. But I was too humiliated. It wouldn't move, even when she touched it, even when she climbed on my lap and thrust a gorgeous nipple into my mouth. 



She finally gave up. She whispered in my ear. "Maybe I could make our baby with him. I think I want to." She was kissing me on the ear, on the cheek, completely turned on like I'd never experienced her before. 



"Please, think about it. I want it to be something we're both okay with. Because I want to spend the rest of my life with you."



The words hung there. The implication was clear, to me, anyway. If I said no, I had to wonder, would I lose her? And would she do what she wanted with him anyway? 



She kissed me again, then got up and went to the bedroom. I sat there, stunned.

