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CDE.Accidents Will Happen

TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

Copyright c 1998 By C.D.E. ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit.

This story may be freely distributed for personal use with

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All Characters And Events Depicted In This story Are Purely

Fictional. There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To

Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons.

Story Content:(MMMM/F, MM, MF, Inter, Impreg)

WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS story IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC OR

DO NOT LIKE READING A FICTIONAL story OF THE

DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT wife GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE men ARE

TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED,

OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR

BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE

LOVERS.

AUTHOR: C.D.E.

STORY TITLE: ACCIDENTS WILL HAPPEN

It seems no matter how much she tries to avoid them, my

lovely voluptuous blond wife, Dot, is accident prone. She

keeps having accidental falls or body collisions with

people. If it's not in our bathroom, it's at the

supermarket. She's also had a fall at a furniture store.

These accidents started occurring not long after we

were married 12 years ago.

CHAPTER 1: THE EARLY DAYS: AT THE UNIVERSITY

Dot was the dream I never thought I could even get a

date with, much less end up marrying. She was very popular

with the guys on our college campus, but she said she liked

my innocence and optimistic outlook on life. I always

looked for the good in people, not the negative. She and I

became an item around campus. I soon became her steady

boyfriend. She however, still dated other guys. She

called them her part time boyfriends.

"James, my heart belongs to you, so you don't have to

worry about me being giving it to other fellows when I date

them. You're my soul mate. You're special to me."

Her words meant so much to me. She also told me she

had a weakness for the strong brawny type of men. I on the

other hand was a bantam lightweight and short.

She adored guys on the football teams and other

sports teams, including the local pro teams. Her weakness

was accepting dates with them. She asked for my

understanding. She told me how much it meant to be seen

with these men and quench her thirst to be near them

physically. She admitted after a while, she tired of their

crude, macho shallowness and efforts to treat her as a sex

object. That's why she said it was important for me to be

her steady boyfriend, and them her part timers. She also

said it was important for her to be able to count on me

and my professed love to her. For that reason, she

preferred I didn't date other girls. She wanted to be my

full time steady girl. She let me know that she wouldn't

tolerate me having part time girlfriends.

"Darling if you had part timers, then you'd be

treating me like I was a sex object, just like the jerks I

uncontrollably get a yearning to be with from time to time.

You love me don't you? You wouldn't treat me like

something to be used for a moment's pleasure would you? .

and then tossed away like a empty soda can."

I quickly let her know that I could never treat her

like that. I let her know she meant far too much to me for

that to occur. I knelt and promised my faithfulness to

her.

She and I dated about once or twice every two weeks.

The other time, her part timers took up most of her free

time. She had many, many dates. She was a very popular

girl on campus. There were whispers of many who called her

indecent names. I knew that others were probably jealous

of her lovely looks and being able to date all the top men

on campus. She was always going to some frat party or

another. I later learn she had an open invitation to all

the fraternity parties on campus as well as at a

neighboring college five miles away. Our campus is large.

There are over 25,000 students in attendance and over 15

frat houses. The other college has over 15,000 students

and I believe 6 frat house. Because of the lateness of many

of these parties, she often slept over afterwards.

Many times when we would be seen together, people

would look at us and whisper. It did my ego good, knowing

they were probably envious of us.

The subject of sex finally came up between Dot and I

after we had a steamy petting session one night, on a rare

date when she had a free evening from her part time

boyfriends . This was a year after we were going steady.

I awkwardly asked her to share and express our love

sexually. She kissed me and let me know that she wanted me

to come to our wedding bed a virgin - which I was, except

for the affairs I had with my hands.

I expressed my hunger for her and my desire to possess

her. She let me know that I sounded like I saw her only as

a sex object and not as the woman I loved. She made me

think. I apologized, but told her it would be so nice for

us to feel good together.

"In due time darling. I do love you very much, but

I'm so afraid that if I give myself to you, you'll tire of

me and leave me. That'd break my heart."

I assured her I wouldn't do so, or fall out of love

with her. I verbally expressed my love for her in so many

different ways, continually trying to counter every

objection she had to us broadening our sexual experience.

I was becoming rather frustrated. My poor prick was beyond

aching. It was burning for release. You see, the short

skirt Dot wore was up literally up to her waist so that the

skimpy panties she wore were very visible in the moonlit

car. She'd given up on trying to pull the hem down as we

sat there talking. This luscious sight did little to cool

my sexual adore for her.

However, the unexpected happened. Somewhere in our

talk the topic of her having sex with her part timers crept

in.

"So that's it? Just because I've occasionally been

too weak to resist the sexual advances of my part time

boyfriends, you think you should sex me too?"

`I-It'd be n-nice.' I meekly replied.

"You don't know how angry that makes me! I thought

you respected me more than that? Take me home right now!"

The moment was destroyed. I begged for her

forgiveness. I apologized profusely.

"Okay, I accept your apology. But we must agree that

you won't pressure me for sex and will wait until our

wedding night to have full sex."

`Full sex?' I asked quizzically.

"Well darling, I was waiting until the time was right

to let you know that I too wanted to have sex with you, but

.. well it's not quite what you had in mind."

I implored her to be open with me. She seemed shy of

telling me. I finally teased it out of her.

"James sweetie, I-I want you to . er, well love me

between my legs with your tongue. I-I guess what I'm

trying to say is that I want you to suck my pussy. There

I've said it."

I was speechless and caught off guard. There was a

moment of silence.

She explained that she always had the idea that the

man that truly loved her would do this for her and

masturbate himself until he could exercise his conjugal

rights after marriage. She however admitted that she would

still date part timers as well as sex them.

"That's okay. Maybe it's just a fantasy. I guess I

expect too much and have too higher standards for my dream

husband. Okay, lets go home since I can see you don't seem

interested."

`N-No, that's n-not it. I-I have never done that

before. I-I do it for y-you .. e-except I-I don't know

how." I replied stammering.

"You sweet thing. You're so cute. C'mon here. On

your knees. I'll teach you to love me that way." She said

kissing me on my forehead and then leaning back and pulling

her skirt well above her waist and quickly pushing her

panties off. Soon, I was staring into her moonlight

illuminated cunt. The warm musk scented odor arising was

so intoxicating. With a few cryptic words of guidance I

was licking and lapping her moist soft warm hairy pussy

meat. Soon she had my head pressed tightly to her vulva

opening. My face was covered with her warm wet juicy sex.

It was quite a delightful joyous feeling to be this way

with her. As I worked my tongue as deep as I could, all the

while sucking up mouthful after mouthful of her bountiful

pussy nectar, I discovered this was really nice. When she

was shuddering and moaning with the joyful pleasure of

orgasm, I felt so proud I was causing it.

Later afterwards, she urged me to free my aching prick

and jerk it off for her. She giggled and mentioned

something about my prick being the smallest she'd ever

seen. Wanting a release so bad, my mind and actions were

focused on getting off. I didn't need much urging. I

came just after a few strokes. She encouraged me on. We

had a wonderfully juicy kiss after I got off.

As I was driving her back to her dorm, I felt so more

in love. I knew we were so much closer than before.

Closer than close.

We saw each other more often after that night. More

frequently than during the first year of us being steadies.

She however still dated her part time steadies. Between

dates she'd have me love her with my mouth. About three

months later, she called me to pick her up from a frat

party at the neighboring college five miles away.

She met me out front. It was Three AM.

She French kissed me passionately after getting in the

car. Her kiss had a strange slightly sour and creamy, but

yet flavorful taste.

"I thoroughly enjoyed myself dear. All the fellows

were gentlemen, even though I was too weak to resist them

when they had me feel their big hard dicks."

`Y-You m-mean you s-sexed t-the whole frat house?'

"Yes, there were only 15 guys . but they were so cute

and so hard up." Her statement almost made me lose control

of the car as I turned on the road back to the university.

About half way there she had me pull over onto a

wooded side road. My heart leaped and was full of

anticipation. I thought maybe she was going to let me

share what 15 other lucky frat brothers had enjoyed

earlier.

"James darling, it would mean so much to me and our

relationship if you'd love my pussy with your mouth now."

`Y-you m-mean w-with it f-full .'

"Yes, full of their cum. It would show me you're not

insecure about your manhood and that you do really love

me."

I countered with several reasons why maybe I shouldn't

and she did the same why I should.

"Well lets go. You're obviously not the man you claim

you were. I was wrong about you and your high ideals. It

won't be the first time I was wrong about a man. Lets go.

Take me back to the dorm. It's apparent you're going to

let a little cum from a few dicks spoil what we have. If

your love is so shallow just because I let the guys pull a

train on me, it means your love wasn't that deep to start

with."

I pleaded and tried to reason with her that me not

giving her head shouldn't terminate our relationship. She

dug in. "You either head your tongue in my pussy or we

head down the highway and never see each other again."

I gave in. I shared her delight from being at the

frat house. I tasted her jism coated cunt. The smell was

somewhere between gamy, and a strong pungent musk scent.

The taste was very creamy and gooey. There was a slight

after taste, but all in all the taste was rather palatable,

even if a little slimy. I had saved our relationship and

proved to her my true love, as well as that I wasn't

insecure about my manhood.

She was so loving and grateful for my actions and

promised her love to me. She let me know I was the man she

wanted to marry. I was so elated. It was worth the

aftertaste.

From that night on our love pattern had shifted to me

sucking her juicy gooey pussy after her dates when she'd

been fucked, which was at least three to five times a week.

"Remember darling, you have my heart even if I give my

pussy to others." Her words stuck in my mind as she

reminded me that she wanted me to remain a virgin until we

married, which we'd planned right after graduation.

"Darling you're only one who's sucking my pussy after

I've been sexed. I just wanted you to know that and to let

you know that's very special to me."

There were many rumors being whispered around campus

about Dot and how she put out so easily. However, I was

glad to know that I never heard a rumor about anyone else

sucking her cunt after she'd been sexed. I felt good about

her being true to me in that regard.

CHAPTER 2: WE GOT married
After getting married, I was finally able to slip my

prick into her hot smoldering cunt. It was so juicy and

warm. I couldn't stay hard for more than a few seconds. I

was finally enjoying what hundreds of her part timer

boyfriends had previously experienced before. Through

practice and getting use to her, I've gotten up to two

minutes.. Her cunt seems to always be hot and juicy. Me

performing oral sex to satisfy her is always part of our

love making. I couldn't satisfy her otherwise.

Well now that it `s 12 years after leaving the

University. We have six kids and live in a nice

neighborhood. I have a good job and the pay is decent. We

are a happy family . However, I'm always worried about my

wife falling down or bumping into someone physically and

having an accident. Not only does she bruise herself each

time, but she often ends up pregnant. You see whenever she

falls or bumps into someone, it's always been a man and

somehow the man's penis gets exposed. So when she falls

down or bump into these men, their cocks get trapped in her

hot juicy cunt and the unfortunate man can't hold back

long enough before extricating himself from my wife's sex.

As a result, he releases his sperm in her. It's so uncanny,

but it has always happened when she's off the pill and we

have been trying to make a baby.

I can attest to the juicy slippery wetness of her cunt

and understand why it wouldn't take much to penetrate her,

but the circumstances are what throws for a loop.

The first time happened when the plumber was over to

do some work in one of our baths. Dot forgot he was there.

The floor was damp. She was wearing only a robe. He'd just

finished taking a leak and was about to zip up when she

opened the door. She slipped on the damp floor. He tried

to catch her. They both fell and got entangled. She said

she was horrified at how quick it all happened and how the

man's penis slipped into her so easily as they collided.

She said that by the time they were able to uncouple them

selves and come to their senses, the totally embarrassed

plumber had released a large quantity of his seed in her

womb.

I know her cunt was always juicy and well lubricated,

so I could easily see where such a thing could occur.

Luckily neither were seriously hurt. Dot sustained

some bruises. She showed them to me when I came home from

work that evening. They were in the form of reddish hand

prints on her shapely rear and her size 38 breasts where

the plumber had tried to catch her and separate the two of

them.

I consoled her and she told me not to worry. She said

she was sure she was already pregnant from me and that the

plumber's sperm wouldn't have a chance to impregnate her.

"After all honey, we made love two weeks ago, when I

was most fertile then. Remember?"

I assured her I didn't forget. Dot had determined her

most fertile time of the month and had me abstain from sex,

or jerking off, until then. She was even juicier during

this fertile period. We'd done this for three months

previously and she hadn't got pregnant. We both had been

through physical exams, so we both knew we physically able

to produce kids.

A month after the accident with the plumber, Dot

missed her period. We celebrated. We both never thought

anymore about the plumber until our first born arrived.

From the baby's facial resemblance, there was no doubt the

biological father was the plumber.

Dot was briefly heart broken. She apologized as well

as consoled me that our first born wasn't mine. However,

she quickly got over her sadness and became the doting

loving mother. I at first raised the issue of putting the

baby up for adoption, but I knew by her silence and the way

she held, cuddled and breast fed him, that I indeed was

going to be his daddy.

Dot persuaded me to invite the plumber over to see our

new son. I abhorred the idea, but she was insistent. I

caved in. It was so awkward for both of us to have the

real father present. Dot took it real well. I was

embarrassed the whole time, especially when my wife asked

that I take a picture of her, my son and the plumber.

The plumber promised any future work for free and that

he would frequently come by to check on things, sort of as

"preventive maintenance" in his words, as well as to see

"my son".

I should've said no, but free plumbing repairs is not

something to give up lightly, even for a little

embarrassment and awkwardness.

About two years later she had another accidental fall.

This time it was at the supermarket. It was in the produce

section. Again there was water on the floor. She started

to slip. The produce manager saw her and ran over to give

her a hand. As he arrived, she reached out for his hand,

missed it and grabbed his the top of his trousers at the

juncture of the belt buckle and zipper. Her pull brought

almost her full weight upon this area resulting in the

man's pants being ripped and underwear pulled down. After

his genitals were exposed, he too slipped. Like the

plumber, he toppled precariously and ended up sexually

joined with my wife. As before, before they could untangle

themselves, the poor man's sperm had been released into her

again unprotected and naked cunt.

Occasionally, my wife gets the urge to wear no

panties. Unfortunately, this was one of those times.

She told me she was so glad that there were no

witnesses to this scene. Again, neither were hurt. My wife

had the same type handprint bruises on her as before. My

wife said the produce manager was able to secure his torn

pants with his belt and hide the rip by wearing a work

apron. She offered to pay for the damage, but he refused.

He offered to write up a store accident report for her

fall, but she said she was just too embarrassed. She said

they both were highly embarrassed.

Again this was during a period when we were trying to

have another child. Again she alleviated my worrying that

the produce manager had impregnated her. I felt better.

After all her most fertile period was two weeks ago and I

had shot my month's worth of pent up jism into her several

times. I too thought there was nothing to worry about and

soon forgot about the incident and warned my wife to please

try and be more careful.

Nine months later, she had twins. Again, time I saw

them for the first time, I knew we were both wrong again.

The produce manager had a fraternal pair of twins he didn't

know about.

Again, Dot looked at me with her big blue sad eyes and

apologized. She appeared devastated. However, after

handing me one and then the other, she got cheerful. She

started breast feeding them both. Her face brightened. I

brought up the issue of adoption. Again as with the birth

of our first born, she ignored me, not once but three

times. Only when I talked about the room decorations for

the twins did she acknowledge I was still there. I knew

this meant we had two more children in our growing family.

As with the plumber, Dot felt the produce manager

should know about the children.

"It's bound to come out, so we might as well let him

know so his feelings won't be hurt." I argued against

this. As I was doing so, the door bell rang.

"Honey, I was so sure you would want what I wanted, I

went ahead and invited him. I'm sure that's him now. If

you want me to send him away I will. However, I already

let him know he was the biological father." My wife said

with watery eyes.

I was even more upset now, but knew that it was

probably too late to do anything except as she desired.

As with the plumber, there was awkwardness and

embarrassment. Again, I took a photo of my wife and the

produce manager and "our new son and daughter".

The produce manager did seem like a nice chap and was

also embarrassed. This made me feel better about things

somewhat. After all, what was done was done. However, I

felt even better about him when he promised us free produce

items every week.

He was even nice enough to deliver the fresh fruits

and vegetables to our home. I suspected he did so to catch

a glimpse of the twins doing the deliveries. I had to

admit, we got the highest quality items too.

Life returned to normal around the house. She went

back on the pill as we coped with our growing family. I

was a bit sad that we had three kids and none were mine

biologically, however, with me being the eternal optimist,

I quickly got into the roll of being the loving dutiful

father. Both the plumber and the produce manager were

frequent visitors to our house, usually when I was at work.

However, Dot always filled me in on their visits.

"Honey, you know since they both are really like part

time daddies, doesn't that also mean they're like part time

husbands, especially since they are the real fathers, and,

you know, do things for us and the kids?" My wife asked me

one evening after the kids were in bed and we sat watching

TV news.

`I guess you could say something like that, but it

doesn't make much sense. why do you ask?' I asked with a

puzzled look.

"W-Well dear, I was thinking that makes me their part

time wife, a-and, if it's my responsibility to have sex

with you because I'm your wife, doesn't that mean the same

thing for them?"

I couldn't believe what my wife was saying. However,

out of the past the concept of her part time boyfriends

came back like a thunderbolt.

`I think you're stretching things a bit Dot.' I

replied.

"It just seems like they're being cheated, you know,

by not having sex like we do since we're man and wife."

I applauded her for being sensitive to the situation,

but I assured her that she had no reason to feel guilty

that she was cheating them or that they were being deprived

of something that was rightfully theirs.

"I do feel guilty. I don't care what you say. I'm

feeling like I'm just not doing the right thing honey."

`The right thing?' I replied brashly. My patience was

being stretched on this matter. Couldn't she see I'd been

humiliated enough by her accidents and the fact that the

men knew the children were theirs. I lost it. I blurted out

what I was thinking.

"You're jealous, mean and you blame me for those

accidents. And here I thought you were a man secure with

your manhood. The one who always looked for the good in

others. You're not the man I married! Y-You're just a

sham!" Dot yelled as she ran from the room crying.

Her words and logic hit me in the face like a wet

towel. I sat and thought. I went to the bedroom where she

was on the bed crying. I held her and we talked. I

conceded that she was partly correct and she said she

understood how I might be somewhat humiliated by the

results of her unfortunate accidents.

"But darling, I love you. My heart will always be

yours. No one can ever take that away from you". She said

to me sweetly as she kissed me passionately. She then told

me that she felt bad about me not being feeling secure or

trusting her enough to share her pussy with the plumber and

the produce manager. "I'll still be your full time loving

wife, just like I was your full time steady in college." I

was worried she was going in that direction with this

discussion.

We talked some more. I wasn't able to alleviate her

of her guilt or to satisfy her that I was secure in my

manhood or that I trusted her to have sex with our kids'

real fathers. Knowing she wanted to do something about

this situation, I considered some options. Finally, we

compromised.

I agreed that she could asked the two men if they

wanted her to function as a part time wife, that is for

conjugal purposes. If they said yes, I was to go along

with the program. If not, then my wife's guilt would be

relieved and she would say nothing more about the matter.

We made really passionate love that night. I was

really tired out the next morning as I headed out to work.

But it was a very pleasant tiredness mixed with a fearful

anxiety. What would I do if the two men wanted my wife as

their part time wife for sex?

It was a busy day at work. I was glad. It helped keep

my mind off what was happening at home. A half hour before

leaving work, Dot called. "Honey, both of them agreed that

they did feel cheated and feel much better about things

now, especially since I have your permission to give them

some when they want me." I was silent as I let her words

sink in. She went on to tell me that they both had been

there at the same time when she asked them the big

question. They had a threesome. `I-I see.' Was all I

could say as I stammered and fumbled with my words. `I-I'll

be home a-after s-stopping by t-the hardware store.'

"Honey please come home first. I want to share their

love with you, you know like we did at the university.

I'd love for us to do that, please? That way I'll know

that you support sharing me and are not insecure about your

manhood or your role as a loving husband.."

I arrived home. Dot was in the bedroom. Her mom had

the kids in the backyard playing. My wife greeted me with

a wet juicy kiss. Her breath had a musk type smell. I

knew she'd been performing oral sex. After a few loving

pleasantries, she guided my head between her statuesque

legs. There were cum stains on her inner thighs and her

hairy syrupy wet slick crotch reeked of an even stronger

odor than the faint odor that lingered in the room as I

walked in. There had been heavy sex performed here. It had

been a long time, but I was familiar with it all. I busied

myself proving that I was secure in my husbandly role and

manhood to the woman I loved and that I trusted and

supported her having sex with other men. Like riding a

bicycle after being away from it after a while, I got use

to the taste and flavor of multiple doses of mixed semen

and her tasty pussy nectar. I could tell by the way Dot

clamped her legs around my head and pressed my head tightly

to her that she was enjoying this much more than my normal

pussy eating. In a strange way I was pleased for her and

at being able to give her the pleasure she needed.

After I got her off twice, we hugged and she guided my

smaller hard-on between her freshly mouth douched cunt.

She was very juicy, warm and looser than normal. I knew

now I'd have to get accustomed to her sex being this way. I

lasted a little longer than my normal two minutes in her

but it was good knowing I'd truly satisfied my beautiful

full time wife. She revealed to the two men that they

couldn't lick her pussy after she'd been fucked. That was

reserved for her full time husband-me. Obviously she

considered this was a perk befitting the full time husband.

She said both agreed that they wouldn't infringe on my

territory. They would be satisfied to fuck and fill her

with their jism.

`I wish you hadn't told them I-I was g-going to d-do

this for you afterwards.' I said in an irritated tone.

"I'm sorry if I did anything wrong." She said sensing

my mood. "The topic came about when I mentioned that I'd

plan on sharing the good time with you when you came home.

One of them said you were probably going to eat me out. I

didn't say you were, but I did ask them both, if you were

did they mind. They both said no, if that's what you're

worried about honey. In fact they both seemed happy you

were going to eat their jism. They had big smiles on their

faces."

I tried to explain to Dot how embarrassing it was for

them to know I did that.

"You worry too much darling. Besides, they're just

like family. It'll be a family secret. Anyway, they both

seem to think it was right for you to do that. I didn't

detect any sort of disrespect in their voices."

I was speechless at her reply.

At dinner she was absolutely radiant, loving and

relaxed. My mother-in-law joined us for dinner and stayed

over night. After the kids were put to bed we three

watched the late news.

"James I've always thought a lot of you, but I know

now for sure that you're the right husband for Dot. You're

the loving and understanding man she's always needed. A

man who has accepted other men's children as your own and

also continue to share your wife with these same men. And

as if that wasn't good enough to show your you love her,

you aren't too humble to kneel and suck up after the men.

I'm proud to have you as my son-in-law." My mother-in-

law's words, even though well meaning, slapped me across

the face like an oak log. My face was red and flush. I

wondered now if it was on a billboard somewhere that I

sucked my wife's cum filled cunt.

"He's the greatest, mom. I just love him so." My

wife leaned over and kissed me as she spoke. "Just like I

told you, he's always been secure with his manhood even

back in our college days. He knows how to use his tongue

and is good at it. He knew back then that my heart would

always be his exclusively, no matter how many men he shared

my pussy with." She continued.

"That must why you two are so close and loving. Many

couples just don't have what it takes to keep the spark in

their marriage."

"You're right mother. I know James loves me, that's

why I didn't care how many guys I had sex with at the

university, he was the only one I'd let suck my pussy out

after I got fucked."

My eyes opened like an owl. Did my wife know what she

was saying sounded like?

"You really made a good catch Dot. It's hard finding

a good sucker." My face was again contorted as I raised up

stiff in the easy chair as I looking at my mother-in-law

not believing my ears.

"She meant pussy sucker dear, nothing more." My wife

interjected as she lovingly squeezed my hand, seeing my

face reflect my misinterpretation of what her mother was

implying.

The conversation drifted back to the news after that,

but before we three turned in for the night, Dot's mother

volunteered to come over and keep the kids occupied when

their real fathers came over to spend some time with my

wife. "And I'll also watch them when you want to be alone

and suck their daddies' cum from Dot's snatch too."

Dot hugged me as we walked to bed. She chuckled at

her mom's wording. I was still uptight, but Dot consoled

me and helped me overlook what was said. I complained

about her telling her mom many intimate details about us.

Dot apologized, for what it was worth, and ask for my

forgiveness. As she wrapped me in her arms I knew I

couldn't hold anything against her, for I too thought I'd

made a great catch too.

CHAPTER 3: MORE ACCIDENTS

My wife had been accident free for two complete years.

As we started to think about trying to have another child,

I cautioned her against the possibility of her having

another fall or slip and winding up pregnant by some

stranger. Again confident that it wouldn't happen again,

we started making plans to have our own child.

I wanted my wife to cut the plumber and the produce

manager off until she was pregnant. She thought that was

too cruel. They said the same. So in order to keep

everybody happy, it was agreed that they would wear two

condoms. I insisted on this since both the plumber and the

produce manager had rather large cocks, according to my

wife, so I wanted to be sure that if one condom burst, the

other would hold. Reluctantly they agreed.

However, while I was worried about bursting condoms,

fate was again declaring war on us.

Dot had been out looking at furniture, again on an

occasion where she was panty-less. She bumped into a

salesman as they both were coming around a corner. His

suit pants were held up by suspenders, The body collision

caused the suspender latches to open. The man's pants fell

to the floor just as he and my wife got entangled and fell

onto a nearby mattress. Unfortunately he was wearing boxer

shorts that fell with his trousers. As has happened

before, they were briefly coupled, but by the time they

extricated themselves, the damage had been done. She said

it happened so quick that the man's large long penis found

its way into her always slippery wet vagina.

Since they fell of the mattress, bruising was less,

but my wife did sustain handprint marks on her lush tits

from where the salesman tried to catch a hold of something

to stop his fall.

When she called me at work, I scolded her about being

careful and watching where she walked.

Even though I'd again released a month's worth of my

pent up cum into her doing her most fertile period just two

weeks before, I was afraid of her coming up pregnant with a

salesman's baby. I couldn't get over how it was that other

men's cocks seem to home in on my wife's luscious cunt, in

some of the most oddest situations.

Sure enough, a month later, my wife announced she was

pregnant again. I diplomatically, I thought so anyway,

brought up the idea of an abortion. Everyone, including

the plumber and the produce manger, not to mention Dot's

mother, came down on me like a ton of bricks. Even Dot had

the minister come by and talk to me.

After he left, I felt truly selfish and guilt ridden

about what I'd was thinking. I apologized to everyone.

They all accepted.

As Dot became swollen, she looked ever so radiant as a

woman with child. As with previous pregnancies, she always

liked for me to kiss her tummy whenever we kissed and

always in the morning when we awoke and at night before we

went to bed.

Dot continued to have twice weekly sex with the

plumber and the produce manager until sometime in the

seventh month. Dot told me that the doctor prohibited her

from having sexual penetration as well as sucking cocks.

The doctor however approved of me tonguing her to orgasm.

"Darling, I feel sorry for them having to suffer

until I'm well again." She was referring to the plumber and

the produce manager.

I assured her that they would survive and not to worry

about them.

"I hear you, but it just doesn't seem fair. They're so

accustomed to getting off over here at house twice a week.

Er, honey, since you've already tasted their stuff, w-would

you mind doing them . you know, sucking them off for me,

you know take my place until after I deliver."

I gave my wife an incredulous look as I stood their

bewildered.

`I-I can't believe w-what you're asking?' I muttered.

"I know it's a lot sweetie, but since they're so much

larger than you, that means they get more hard up. It'd

only be for a few weeks. If you're concerned about them

telling anyone, we can swear them to secrecy." She

offered.

I questioned why she couldn't bring them to the point

of climax and have them pull out of her mouth, or she could

just spit it out.

"No darling, a proper blow job should be to completion

and swallowed. I see you're still insecure of your

manliness. Well I can see I was fooled again by you. And

here I am carrying your child.."

I assured her I was not insecure, but she persisted.

She turned her back to me and folded her arms. I knew then

that she was serious about this matter. We talked and

argued. We argued. We talked.

Dot's mother heard us. She became an arbitrator.

"James, I'll do my best to take care of them off on

Tuesdays, if you'll give them head on Thursdays." Her mom

offered.

"See honey, mom is willing to take on half the load,

then you'll only have to suck half as much."

I gave them both an incredible look of disbelief.

"James what's the problem? You suck their creamy cum

out of your wife's pussy now. What's the difference if you

suck it straight from their cocks? Oh! I know what it is.

You're one of those guys who's afraid he'll get hooked on

licking dicks if he tries it a few times. I know the type

Dot. Got a short dick . insecure in his manhood . lacks

confidence . is a mama's boy . I understand James. We

don't want to be the cause of you becoming a cocksucker

permanently. I bet if you just had a big dick in his mouth

10 seconds, less much doing it for a few weeks, you'd be a

hopeless fag, probably give up pussy sucking all

together."

`H-How c-can y-you say s-say that. I-I would not!'

"Then prove it to me and your wife that you're not an

insecure with your masculinity. Demonstrate that you can

suck dicks and return to being the husband we hold in high

esteem !" My mom-in-law said boldly.

"Honey, mother does have a point. If you don't, it

would cause us to wonder about you." My wife interjected

with a look of worry on her face.

`W-What! I-I-I `m no faggot!. I-I `m not insecure. Y-

You two know that. I-I-I .Oh what's the use! I'll show

y'all I'm no fag! I'll suck `em and prove I'm every bit

the man I was before.'

"I'm so proud of you darling. I knew you wouldn't let

me down." My wife said as she hugged and kissed me.

My mother-in-law praised my decision but warned that

she'd be monitoring my efforts.

As we kissed, it dawned on me that I'd never sucked a

dick before. When I told my wife, she said not to worry.

She had a black dildo in her room and gave me pointers

using it. It was so anatomically realistic.

CHAPTER 4: OUR FOURTH CHILD

I waited in the delivery room full of anxiety and

fear. I was hoping I was wrong about the foreboding

feeling I was having. The moment of truth came. I think

could see it in the nurse's face as she showed me back to

my wife and our new baby girl. As I open the blanket to

take a peek, again I knew fate had won. This was the

furniture salesman's daughter.

The routine was very familiar. My wife expressed

remorse but soon became the doting mother after having me

hold the baby. I knew there was nothing to say or do but

support my wife and prepare for what was to follow.

A week after she was home, I met the furniture

salesman. Again I took what has almost become the

obligatory portrait of my wife, the furniture salesman, and

our new daughter.

I resisted him gaining part time husband status, but

this time, it was put to a vote. My wife set up the

scheme. Since I was the full time husband, I had two

votes. Each of the existing part time husbands,- the

plumber and the produce manager- each had one vote. Her mom

had one vote also. My wife was to be the tie breaker, if

required.

The furniture salesman pleaded his case and said he

felt obligated to provide us with a huge discount on any of

our furniture needs and promised to pay for the new baby's

furniture. I almost voted for him on that accord, but on

principle I voted against him. The plumber and the produce

manager voted for his acceptance. Her mom abstained, saying

we five should work this out. My wife broke the tie. A

split second later, I had three part time husbands to

compete with for my wife's attention. She called them my

"husbands-in-law".

My wife consoled me. We now had two boys and two

girls in our family. I told her that I was willing to give

up trying for another child. I told her that since our

current children were all black, - OH THAT'S RIGHT! I

FORGOT TO MENTION TO YOU READERS THAT ALL MY HUSBANDS-IN-

LAW WERE BLACK - being white he or she would probably have

a tough time anyway with his older siblings.

"I hadn't thought of it that way. But you do have a

point darling." Spoke Dot as she kissed me and agreed that

it was ok with her for us to not try to have another child.

CHAPTER 4: A YEAR LATER SHE WANTS TO HAVE ANOTHER BABY

"James, you said between you and me. He wants a son.

He and I would have a baby, not you and I. I think it's

only fair we put it to a group vote among the other

husbands-in-laws." My wife spoke to me of the furniture

salesman's desire to have a son to go along with the

daughter she'd had for him (our fourth child) -

accidentally.

The furniture salesman pleaded his case and I mine

before the panel, which consisted of my wife, the three

part time husbands and Dot's mother. I was outvoted four

to one, including the vote of my mom-in-law. Dot didn't

vote since their was no tie vote to break.

This time, to ensure my wife only got pregnant from

the furniture salesman, I and my husbands-in-law were

relegated to condoms until my wife was officially pregnant.

However, she clearly let me know that she expected me to

provide uninterrupted tongue douching of her jism filled

pussy.

I warned the furniture salesman of my wife's accident

prone nature. He thanked me but said he'd risk it. What

risk was he talking about? Either way I'd end up

responsible for the baby.

My wife went off the pill. The funny thing is that

she didn't have the salesman save up his cum until her

fertile time of the month came around. They screwed

whenever.

I inquired about this departure from the methodology

she and I had used.

"Darling, please don't take this the wrong way, but

he's always shoots a lot of thick cum every time we make

love. You suck his stuff out of me. You ought to know he

always shoots quite a load doesn't he?"

I had to admit he did.

"Well honey, that's the difference between you and he.

You had to save yours up for a month to do what he does all

the time. Therefore I really don't think it's necessarily

to have him wait until my most fertile time of the month

as with you. The slightest chance of me getting pregnant

will be sufficient for his virile wads."

`Oh, I see.' I replied. `But I noticed he didn't

have sex at all with you at all last week when you were at

your most fertile time.'

"I know darling. He doesn't like doing me when I'm on

my period. It was nice because it sort of gave my pussy a

rest from all y'all including your sweet tongue dear. He

said that he'd take his chances getting me impregnated

other than doing that time of the month."

My curiosity satisfied, I chuckled at the salesman

for missing my wife's most fertile time. She reasoned that

even though messy, her pussy was just like a fertile field

full of fertilizer waiting for me to plant my seed in her

doing her menstrual period. It was a little messy on the

bed clothes but what she told me made sense, even though I

was never a farmer. However, I thought it didn't matter.

I was confident she wouldn't get pregnant by him and that

the furniture salesman would fall victim to her accident

prone nature the same as I repeatedly had.

CHAPTER 5: SURPRISE! NO ACCIDENT

To my utter surprise, my wife was pregnant within

three months after going off the pill. Amazingly, she

didn't have an accident either.

Everyone was jubilant except me. The furniture

salesman was smug and proud.

My wife was in her sixth month as we sat one evening

watching TV. She reminded me of how I helped her out with

her previous pregnancy and that she expected the same this

time.

`Dot, I caved in and did as you wanted for the plumber

and the produce manager, but I won't suck their dicks or

that of the furniture salesman this time while you're in

the 7th through 9th months of pregnancy. No way!'

"What's the matter honey, feeling insecure about your

manhood again?" My wife replied in a non-chalant manner as

she read a magazine.

`Stop that Dot!' I said emphatically. `How many times

do I have to prove to you and your mother that I'm not

insecure about my masculinity? How many cocks do I have to

suck to prove it?' I shouted.

"You're getting upset aren't you dear? If you weren't

insecure you wouldn't get so emotional." She replied

calmly.

`Dot, I-I didn't mean to yell . i-it's just that I-I

feel so down trodden at times. It seems that fate has

worked against me at every turn in our marriage. It seems

that nothing has worked out the way I planned it.

"I understand darling. That has happened to both of

us. That's the way life is sometimes. However, we are both

very much in love with each other and have four wonderful

children. You're a wonderful father for them also. I

couldn't ask for a more loving and devoted father and

husband. You still love me don't you?"

`Of course I do sweetheart. It's just that it's

trying at times to not only cope with not being the

biological father, but having the real fathers around, as

well as them having sex with you all the time. The worse

part is knowing they do it better for you than I-I ever

could.'

"Just think of them as being good at putting cum in

me, but nobody can do a better job than you at getting it

out. Honey it's so sexy to sit on your face and feel their

big cum globs get sucked out and slide from the back of my

pussy in your upturn mouth as I ride your face. That

really lets me know you're so macho and secure in your

manhood. I just love it knowing you're eating their fuck

juices from my pussy and knowing that you're only

interested in pleasing me because of your love for me and

not worrying about something silly as what society calls

manly pride. Your husbands-in-law are the insecure ones in

that regard. You're not. Remember dear, it takes more of a

man to clean up a mess than to make it. And you really

know how to clean up my pussy after others have made their

mess in it. I love you for what you do for me dear."

At that moment, my wife shuddered.

"The baby is kicking darling. Here feel it." Dot

said gleefully as she placed my hand over her distended

tight skin abdomen. The tiny but strong tremors were quite

evident.

"I love you so much darling. You can handle me having

other men's babies and raising them as our own. It takes a

very special man to do that." My wife said before placing

a juicy kiss on my mouth as she held my hand on her belly.

The unexpected sensuous kiss calmed me and reminded

just how much I loved this woman.

"Darling, don't you worry. I'm not going to press you

further about taking care of our husband-in-laws throbbing

cocks while I'm unavailable. I guess mother will have to

carry the whole load. And this time she has three big

stiff ones to handle versus two before. I'm sure she'll

understand your reasons. You're special to her too. She

thinks highly of you . but you know that anyway."

`Dot I know your game. You're trying to make me feel

guilty aren't you?' I replied smiling.

"No honey, just laying out the facts. The fellows will

really miss you sucking their dicks. They actually think

you suck better than me or mother. They really respect you

getting on your knees and being a surrogate pussy mouth for

their hard-ons. They have nothing but respect for you

darling. I can't tell you how many times they've all said

they wished they loved a woman enough to do what you do for

me. In fact, they talked about asking you to suck them off

when it's my time of the month, but I told them you

probably wouldn't accommodate them. They all changed their

minds, but they still might want you to do it for them when

I'm not pregnant."

`T-They w-will?'

"Yes. So you know they are counting on fucking your

face starting next month."

My wife let me know that the furniture salesman had

been told of my cocksucking role by the other two husbands-

in-laws. She let me know that he was as excited at being

sucked off by me as they were.

"Honey can't you tell they adore you sucking their

dicks? Have they ever shown any disrespect? I bet not.

Sure they might say something like "suck my dick sissy" or

"Swallow my jism faggot." But that's just macho talk

saying they enjoy what you're doing for them. They don't

have any other way to say they appreciate you blowing their

big dicks. And I bet they only say things like that when

they're about to shoot off. Am I right?"

`H-How did you know? T-They told you didn't they?'

"They may have mentioned something about it. But

honey, not once did they talk about you in a disrespectful

manner. I know you don't believe it, but the three of you

have built a strong bond. And it would be so unfair of you

to not treat the newest member of the group as you have the

other part time husbands. You know, including him in the

bonding that you've done with the others."

I pondered what my wife said. For I did sense their

was some sort of strange bond being built up among the

first two husbands-in-laws and myself. I guess it's hard

not to have some kind of bond After having sucked the guys'

big black cocks for two months. And yes, there did seem to

be a better rapport between the three of us as a result of

my oral efforts. I could see logic in what my wife was

saying.

"And honey, believe me, I can tell you the guys don't

just let anybody suck their dicks and swallow their jism."

"She's right James. None of `em would let a prissy

fag suck their fine tools. But a fine husband like you,

who's devoted to his wife, and wants to share her

experiences, and doesn't mind sharing her, they'd let you

mouth their big rods. They hold you in high esteem dear."

Interjected Dot's mom as she walked in the room picking up

on the conversation.

We three talked well into the night. Finally the two

women convinced me that I should again become a "pussy

mouth" for a couple of months. Three reasons for doing so

were: 1: It would be unfair to the furniture salesman if I

didn't treat him the same as I'd done my other husbands-in-

laws; 2: It would build a rapport with the furniture

salesman and maintain the excellent rapport I had with the

first two part time husbands; 3: It would erase any

lingering doubts of my wife and mom-in-law that I was

afraid of becoming gay if I occasionally sucked dicks.

Therefore to finally put the last matter to rest, I boldly

let them know I'd suck dicks on demand whenever the men had

an urge for me to swing on their rigid rods.

"James that's so macho and courageous. Like I said,

my daughter made a good catch. You're a fine husband to my

dear girl. She couldn't have done better."

"Mother is so right darling. You're the best thing

that could happen to a girl. I'm so lucky to have you as

my husband." My wife added as I notice the sparkle in both

women's eyes. I could sense that I had managed to place

myself in even higher esteem with them by my bold

initiative.

CHAPTER 6: ONE BIG HAPPY family
The furniture salesman got his wish. Dot had a

healthy 6 pound son for him and us.

To my surprise, my three husbands-in-law used me far

more that I thought they would while my wife was in her

last trimester of pregnancy. Even with my mom-in-law

helping out, it seems the three black men required far more

sexual attention than she or I had anticipated. It seemed

like my mouth was constantly filled with stiff black meat

and it seemed like I was swallowing pints of hot thick

creamy spunk every week.

Even with my wife back in operation, the fellows still

had a healthy appetite that kept all three of us - i.e.,

me, my wife and her mom - busy taking their dicks and their

copious loads of spewing sperm.

To make matters worse, the brother of the produce

manager came into the picture. The produce manager sent

his brother to fill in for him a couple of times while the

produce manager was away on business. I objected, but was

over ruled by the other husbands-in-law and my wife's mom.

However, the brother wanted to become a part of our odd

circle after his brother, the produce manager resumed his

regular visits.

Again I objected, and to my utter surprise, so did my

wife.

"James I agree with you. I agreed with him filling in.

But the only way he can stay is to become a husband like

the rest of you. Otherwise, I'd be committing adultery and

cheating on y'all. I can't do that. So For him to be a

husband, he has to be either married to me like you

darling, or get me pregnant. Since I'm already married to

you James honey, the only other option is for him to want

me to have his child to add to our family."

I was flabbergasted at her statement. However, the

produce manager's brother readily agreed that he'd like to

"knock her up". I was so speechless that I had to sit down

while the others voted me in another husband-in-law.

A year later, we had our sixth child, another girl.

Again while in her 7th through 9th months, my mom-in-law

and I had to contend with providing sexual relief for four

horny men versus three as before. As before, it was a very

"filling" job for me.

Oh well, the produce manager's brother is a butcher,

so we get the best cuts of meats for free.

All in all, I guess I can't really complain too much.

I don't get to have straight intercourse with my wife as

much as my four husbands-in-laws. Besides having stretched

her cunt too much for her to get any significant pleasure

from my so small member, they keep her busy and satisfied

with their much bigger tools, and well filled with their

thick cum. I on the other hand am busy proving I'm the

better man by cleaning up the mess they constantly make in

her hot bushy juicy pussy.

Beside fulfilling my own sexual needs by pulling

myself off occasionally, my mom-in-law has found joy in

performing sixty-nine with me after she's been fucked by my

black husband-in-laws and friends of theirs.

However, we have some real nice furniture. We get the

best produce every week. I love grilling those tender T-

bones steaks and other cuts we get all the time, and I

never have to worry about plumbing repairs.

THE END

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