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wasn't the only man in the room. A few feet away stood
Jack, a twenty-five-year-old with the body of an Olympic
diver and a cock that would make him a star in any locker
room. Jack was going to fuck Laura, and Tom had given his
consent.
Tom and Laura had been married for six years and were
still romantic about it. It wasn't just that they
remembered all their anniversaries - the first time they
met, the first time they kissed, the first time they
fucked - but they continually reaffirmed the meaning of
their union, reminding each other all the time that their
marriage was forever.
The only thing lacking in their world was a child. For
the first few years they used birth control to avoid
pregnancy, wanting to settle in to one another before
introducing a third. But when they were ready and Laura
tried getting pregnant, nothing happened. It took a year
before they could admit there might be something wrong.
When they went for tests, their suspicions were
confirmed. Tom was sterile.
The news threw him into a deep depression. He brooded and
sulked for several weeks and then offered to give Laura a
divorce so she'd be free to find a man able to impregnate
her, a "real man," as he put it. Her response snapped him
right out of his gloom. First she mocked his self-pity,
then grew angry that he would even "speak the word
divorce," and finally burst into sobs.
His reaction was automatic; he felt a pang at his heart
and his cock got hard. He walked over to where she sat,
pushed her back onto the couch and lay on top of her,
kissing her face and lips and tears. A minute later he
was fucking her, his cock thrusting through his open
zipper, both of them still fully dressed, the front of
her skirt raised just enough to expose her thighs.
Afterwards, they lay in close embrace for a long time,
whispering and murmuring to each other, ringing in
variations on their vow of love, their promise of
forever. When they'd slid down enough from the slopes of
ecstasy to remember the reality that shot them up there
in the first place, Tom said, "I guess we'll adopt." And
that's when Laura turned his world upside down.
"I don't want someone else's baby," she said. "I want my
own. I want the feeling of being pregnant. I want the
experience of having a baby grow inside of me and come
pushing out from between my legs. I want my breasts
bursting with milk and my infant child sucking life from
my nipples." She grasped Tom's head in her hands and ran
her thumbs across his temples. "You wouldn't deny me
that, would you?"
He shifted his body so that for its entire length, it was
separated an inch from hers. He put his hands over hers
and stopped the friction on his temples. "How can I deny
you what I can't give you?" he asked. She didn't reply
When she sank to her knees, pulled down his zipper and
fished his cock out of his pants with her lips, he
mentally signed the papers of surrender. In so doing, he
had to suppress his doubts and fears, but he couldn't
erase the knowledge that he was going against his natural
grain and that he'd agreed to something that was
potentially very dangerous. "Well," he thought, "Better
to risk the marriage bravely than let it fall apart
because of cowardice.
Later, after sex, he voiced his doubts, and she used the
woman's equivalent of logic, which is making her voice
sound reasonable. "It'll be a very fast thing," she said.
"And you'll have to approve the man first. We can ask the
sperm bank to give us a list of suitable candidates and
you can meet with them, explain what we want. And only
when you're comfortable with one of them will we do it."
"Comfortable picking a man to fuck you?" he said.
She pinched his nipples. "And what if it does make you a
little jealous," she said. "It'll only make our
lovemaking sweeter when he goes. I want your sperm inside
me right after his."
"Won't that make it a bit crowded in there?"
"Silly," she replied. "His are there to do a specific
job; yours are there because you own the place."
"You sure the kid will be healthy being conceived in the
midst of all this strangeness?" he asked.
"It's always a risk no matter how you do it," she
replied.
Finally, he accepted the idea. He was ready not only to
go along but to take an active part in engineering the
strange encounter. Two days later he contacted the sperm
bank, and he and Laura went over and were shown profiles
on a number of candidates - physical descriptions,
medical reports, personal histories - but no names and
telephone numbers. They sifted through the dossiers and
chose a man who seemed ideal. Then, two hundred dollars
slipped to a file clerk got them the information they
needed.
Tom called Jack and met with him alone at first. He found
the young man 'ten years his junior' rather likable,
good-natured and a bit simple-minded. He felt completely
unthreatened. Jack suspected some kind of trick, but
before long he accepted that the offer was sincere and
agreed to go along. Tom told him that Laura was due to
ovulate in about ten days, and that they'd call him when
the time was precisely right.
"What did you think of him?" Laura asked when Tom
returned.
"Seems healthy and decent," Tom told her. "I think it'll
be all right."
He had no second thoughts until the afternoon they called
Jack. When he realized the event would be that night, Tom
became apprehensive. And his concern grew when Jack
arrived, especially when he saw the appreciative gleam in
the other man's eyes as he looked at Laura. The three of
them had some wine and went into the bedroom where they
undressed. Laura lay back on the bed and, as prearranged,
Tom went down on her to prepare for Jack's penetration.
When he'd finished, he moved away and watched as Jack
stepped forward, preceded by an eight-inch shaft of
velvet gristle.
Tom looked from the erection to the young man's eyes, and
all his notions about Jack's harmlessness were shattered.
The blandness had been wiped away by a smirking lust and
it was obvious that Jack had totally forgotten the
biological reason for his being there. He'd been poleaxed
by pussy and was reacting like any stud in heat.
That was only the first blow, however. When Tom turned
his head to look at Laura his vision went dark. She was
looking at Jack's cock with unconcealed anticipation. Tom
knew that her desire was for what it would deliver, but
the sight of his wife gazing at another man's cock with
such desire unhinged him. "I can't handle this," Tom
thought as he swayed on his feet.
"Tom," Laura said softly as he fought the pull of
unconsciousness. He focused his eyes and looked at her.
She held out her arms just as Jack knelt on the bed
between her thighs. And with the taste of despair and
Laura's cunt still on his tongue he leaned down and lay
on the bed next to his wife. He nestled his head between
her breasts as she put her arms around him and lifted her
knees to present herself to the other man.
Although he wasn't looking, Tom knew the instant that
Jack had penetrated her. He could feel the sense of
contact draining from Laura's hands. He lifted his head
and looked into her eyes. They were foggy and unseeing.
As he watched, a sigh escaped her lips, then a moan. His
heart broke as she reached for him again and pulled his
face toward hers, his mouth onto hers.
Even though every fiber of his being protested what they
were doing, screamed in jealousy and outrage at the
presence of the other man, at Laura's automatic surrender
to the invading phallus, he couldn't deny her. She slid
her tongue between his lips and probed his mouth. It
seemed his skull filled with the sound of bells pealing,
and the sensation momentarily drove away the awareness
that at that moment Jack was plunging his cock into her
eager pussy.
"This isn't so bad," he thought when he could think
again. "The stud will come soon and we can send him home
and pick up where we left off. She'll be mine alone
She had one hand on each breast and was pinching her
nipples.
He slipped one hand under Laura's head and pulled her
already open mouth onto his gently throbbing shaft. Her
lips closed over the thick phallus and at once began
gobbling, moving toward the base. Within seconds she had
swallowed him entirely, her face pressed against his
belly.
"Oh yeah," Jack whispered, his voice cutting across Tom's
brain like a lash across a sunburned back. Tom looked up
and his eyes grew wide. Jack was holding Laura's ankles
and had spread her legs as far as his arms reached. His
cock slid in and out of Laura's pussy with slow
insinuating strokes.
Again Tom's anger flared but this time it was directed
not at Jack but at Laura. "Bitch," he thought, "All that
sweet talk about love and biology, and all the slut
wanted was two cocks inside her at the same time. The
sperm didn't have to be implanted this way."
He glared down at Laura and she saw the rage in his face.
It frightened and excited her, making her suck with
greater abandon, her moist eyes pleading for forgiveness
and approval even as her lips caught his cock in a
sliding vacuum of tongue-lapping lust. The interplay
between husband and wife fed Jack's excitement and he
pushed Laura's ankles together, keeping her legs raised,
fucking her in the diaper position, one which implies a
certain familiarity and intimacy.
None of that was lost on Tom and he hissed, "All right,
here's what you want. Take it." And with that he began
fucking her mouth. He grabbed her hair with one hand and
held her head steady as he thrust between her lips, past
her tongue and into her throat with hard, even strokes.
Her moans bubbled up around his cock and saliva dribbled
from the corners of her mouth. For a long time the two
men banged her, silently stabbing her with their
erections, working with great concentration on the task
of reducing her to a throbbing, drooling mindlessness.
Jack pushed Laura's legs down until her knees were
squashing her breasts and her cunt pushed forward from
between stretched rounded buttocks. Tom seized her head
with both hands and slid it up and down on his cock,
using her mouth to masturbate with. He lifted and shoved
it down again and again until she couldn't maintain any
pressure at all in her lips and became the slack slick
instrument he wanted.
By then Jack was slamming his whole weight into Laura's
uptilted pussy. Tom could feel the vibrations of the
other man's thrusts on the head of his own cock. Laura
had become a sexual sounding board and the two men fed
and were fed by the continually intensifying hum of her
mounting excitement. Tom realized he'd never seen or felt
her so hot before, and was torn between his almost crazed
rapture in the moment and his concern about whether his
marriage would survive the experience.
The ride lasted along time, and it subsided
spontaneously, the two men slowing their momentum and
gradually bringing the mare they'd been riding down from
a gallop to a canter to a walk and finally had her
standing still, sweating, quivering, her nostrils
trembling from the deep ragged breaths that racked her
frame. The first thought in Tom's mind was, "He didn't
come. The whole point of this was to get the sperm, and
the son of a bitch still hasn't come!"
He looked over at Jack. The young man smiled at him,
winked, and began moving his pelvis again. This time
there was no tension; Jack's thrusts into Laura's cunt
were casual, conversational. He poked and sloshed about
inside her the way an old friend will gently pick apart
your rationalizations during some lazy talk after dinner.
His eyes were laughing, he made small kissing motions
with his lips. Tom turned his head sharply and looked at
Laura. Here eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and
between her brows danced the shadow of a frown. She was
obviously in ecstasy.
Tom sat back on his calves, his hands in his lap. His
head fell forward, his chin resting on his chest. Laura
couldn't see him and Jack didn't care if the husband
wanted to bow out for a while, he enjoyed having the
woman to himself. For Tom the scene had taken on the
quality of a nightmare.
Because his and Laura's fidelity had been so absolute,
with neither of them even having flirted with anyone in
six years, he had no defense against jealousy. And what
he felt just then went far beyond jealousy, for the worst
was happening right before him. Laura had forgotten him
and was giving herself to another man.
He heard a sound, a shift in breathing, and then the
rustle of bodies changing position. He opened his eyes
and almost swooned. Jack was lying on his back and Laura
was crouched over him. Her lips were glued to his and in
their cheeks Tom could see the movement of tongues.
Laura's ass gyrated in a steady pattern three long slow
rotations, a lift, and a long excruciating descent,
ending in a sharp spasm and several shudders.
Tom was hypnotized and might have stared at the motion
for hours except for Jack's voice snapping him from the
trance. "Fuck her in the ass, man," Jack said. "Let's
double-team her."
To Tom's own amazement, the suggestion sounded sensible.
It seemed the obvious thing to do. All that was required
was shifting his loyalty, putting the husband-wife bond
behind the male-male bond. In his ordinary consciousness
such a thing would be inconceivable, but at that instant
from colon. The contact was like the toss of a match into
a can of gasoline. All at once, they exploded. '
The two men hunched back simultaneously and then flung
themselves at one another through her, their cocks
converging, competing to see which could penetrate her
more deeply, which make the strongest impression. She
made a sound like that of a rusty nail being pulled from
an ancient board. She was hot, she was wet, she was open,
and two stiff sizzling cocks were up inside her, just
warming up to take her for a the ride of her life.
Laura lifted her mouth from Jack's and raised her head.
Jack brought his hand to her lips and slipped two fingers
past her teeth and onto her tongue. She began licking and
sucking his fingers as she would a cock. This enflamed
the men even more and their thrusts grew fiercer. They
pounded and sliced into her with such controlled fury
that she could no longer keep her head up and rested it
on Jack's shoulder. At that point, Jack and Tom found
themselves looking into each other's eyes.
"You should be about ready to do what you came here for,"
Tom said.
"Let's go for it," Jack replied.
The sound of their words roused Laura from the oblivion
where she'd begun to wander. She remembered who she was,
and what was happening. Although she'd been there for the
whole process, she was still somewhat astonished to find
herself being double-fucked by her husband and some a
strange young man. She also became aware that it wasn't
going to go on for very much longer.
This made her want it more, so she brought her hands down
behind her and pulled her ass cheeks apart, and reached
further and pressed her pussy lips apart. The gesture was
free and shameless, a complete offering of the inmost
recesses of the temple to the ravaging of a priapic
frenzy.
Tom ground into her, his cock probing her bowels, his
pubic bone bruising the base of her spine. She started to
move, a churning, shoveling motion. Jack lifted his ass
from the bed to press more deeply into her. All niceties
of identity dissolved and they were swept into the
orgasmic mood. They were in a state of pure rut, beyond
simple desire or lust. There was only the gnawing
convulsion of hunger for some ultimate fulfillment, some
absolute release.
They went on for half an hour, cresting and resting, each
swell and spasm of excitement more intense that the one
before. Until there came a moment when orgasm was
imminent. They all felt it and sounds burbled from their
mouths, giving way to long tremulous cries and wails as
the three of them were sucked into climax.
Tom felt his thighs and belly tingle, his scrotum