Swapping in the Cabin

It started innocently enough, with my neighbor Chris and I complimenting each other’s sexy wives. His wife Kelly looked like an old-fashioned pinup girl, five foot two and curves everywhere, red curls cascading down around her milky-white breasts. Whereas my wife Ami looked like a Suicide girl, head shaved on one side, silver barbells gleaming against her dark brown nipples, tattoos all down one arm, and across her belly and lower back. Her Filipina heritage gave her the sexiest parts of Spanish and Asian DNA — honey-brown skin, thick black hair, and dark eyes you could get lost in.

Even after six years of marriage and two kids, I was smitten with Ami. But I had to admit, there was something about Kelly. Maybe because I’m Indian and had never been with a white girl. Or maybe it was just her spectacular tits. But somehow my talk with Chris edged from compliments to semi-serious talk about how much we’d like to fuck each other’s wives.

And I knew the wives talked too. Chris was blonde and muscular, with sparkling blue eyes. And not to brag, but I feel like I fit the “tall, dark, handsome,” description pretty well. I didn’t mind Ami talking about Chris, knowing Kelly was saying the same things about me. But it all seemed like talk, just harmless flirtation. Little did I know, the wives were more than just talk.

It started one weekend when we rented a cabin in the woods together. We stashed the kids with various grandparents — our boys were 3 and 5, their girls were 1 and 3 — so we could get a few nights just to be adults. Which as far as I was concerned meant drinking, and watching movies that don’t have talking animals in them. The first night, we polished off a bottle of wine each and then switched to vodka, and were all feeling pretty good by bedtime. The women had cooked, so Chris and I volunteered to clean up. I staggered up to bed, but when I pulled back the covers to get into bed with my wife, it was Kelly. Naked as the day she was born. Those spectacular tits beckoning to me.

I froze. I wanted to look away, but I also never wanted to look away. When I finally managed to pry my eyes away from her breasts, it was only to stare at the tuft of red hair between her legs. I finally managed to stammer out, “I-I’m so s-sorry! I got the wrong room!”

She just smiled and lifted one knee, giving me a glimpse of the tuft of red hair surrounding her pale pink slit. “Oh, you’re in the right room. Ami and I decided it was time to have some fun!” Her southern drawl got me excited at the best of times, and now it was overwhelming. I still couldn’t move. I could barely speak. Was I dreaming? Was this a trap? Was Ami going to storm in with divorce papers in hand? Was Chris going to punch my lights out? Kelly was as cool and calm as if she was asking me if I wanted to come over and order takeout.

She swung her legs towards me, giving me an even better view of her pussy, before standing up and pressing her boobs against my chest. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, and I have a feeling you have too.” She grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me down into a kiss, putting my hand on her bare breast at the same time. I felt my cock stiffen in my pants, just as she started undoing my belt. By the time my dick sprung free, it was hard as iron.

“Now, Anuj,” she said, wrapping her hand around my insistent erection, “I would like nothing more than for you to keep me up all night with this thing. But just so we’re clear, in a minute, my husband is going to start fucking your wife. So if you have any objections to any of this, you’d better tell those two quick. Because I know Chris isn’t going to waste any time getting that sexy wife of yours on her back. Lucky for you, I’m in a hurry too.”

Without giving me a chance to say anything on the subject of my wife being fucked, she bent down and took the head of my cock into her mouth. Her warm, wet tongue caressed the head, licked up and down the shaft, and any objections I might have had evaporated. My head was full of images of my best friend’s cock plunging into my wife’s hairless slit, and it only turned me on more. Maybe Kelly’s expert cocksucking was clouding my brain, but I genuinely hoped Ami was having a good time, because I knew I was going to.

I lifted Kelly onto the bed, and pulled her on top of me into a 69. She took my whole length into her throat, as I eagerly went to work burying my tongue into her sexy red bush. Even her little pink asshole was adorable! I was in heaven. And I wasn’t the only one. We could hear cries and moans from the bedroom across the hall, accompanied by a rhythmic thumping of a headboard hitting the wall. Chris was fucking Ami’s brains out from the sound of it. My head swam with images of her long legs wrapped around his pale, muscular body; his cock thrusting into depths that had been reserved for only me; Ami’s arousal building, her body responding to another man’s touch.

The thought of it was too much. I let out a gasp and unloaded into Kelly’s waiting mouth. She eagerly sucked me dry, and then kept licking my cock clean as I thrust two fingers into her, massaging her g-spot as my tongue continued to rub her clit. A minute later, she clamped her thighs down around my head as she had her own orgasm. She was not quiet. I’m sure she had heard Ami too, and wanted her and Chris both to know she was having her own fun.

She rolled over and put her head on my shoulder, as I idly toyed with her nipple. “Can I make a confession?” she asked me, slyly. “I love giving blowjobs, and I can’t really manage with Chris. He’s just too big to fit in my mouth. My pussy too — I mean, I love feeling him stretch me out, but it hurts. We only make love twice a week, because I’m just too sore the rest of the time.” She smiled slyly again. “I hope Ami knew what she was in for!”

She toyed with my soft, sticky cock. “I know you guys all think bigger is better, but to be honest, I’m excited to finally have a dick I can deep throat. And I can’t wait to feel it inside me. Imagine—I can fuck you, and then be ready to fuck you again a few minutes later instead of next Tuesday!” Everything she was saying sounded great, and certainly eased my momentary feelings of inadequacy—I wasn’t small by any means, but no average-sized guy wants to be compared to a dick too big to fit in someone’s mouth. But if I was fantasizing about Chris fucking my wife before, now the fantasy was twice as vivid. I pictured a thick, veiny cock, twice the size of mine, stretching out my wife’s insides, touching places I had never been. I couldn’t get the image out of my head.

I excused myself to use the bathroom, promising I’d fuck her as many times as I was able when I got back. But instead I slipped into the hall and pressed my ear to the other door. It opened at a touch, and I quietly slid it open just an inch. Just enough for me to see for myself. It was as if my fantasy had come to life. Ami’s muscles were taut, her golden brown skin glistening with sweat, as Chris’ muscular body pinned her to the bed, his cock thrusting into her again and again. I stood there, mesmerized, as my wife’s hips moved up to meet his thrusts, crying out each time his cock bottomed out inside of her. I was worried either one of them would see me staring, but they were entirely focused on each other. I probably could have stood at the foot of the bed and neither of them would have noticed. I watched their intense, passionate fucking for another minute before I tore myself away and went back to my own room.

Kelly was pleasantly surprised to see my cock rock-hard and sticking straight out in front of me when I returned to the room. If she suspected what had gotten me so excited, she didn’t say anything. I didn’t give her the chance to say much anyway. The second I got into the room, I pushed her back onto the bed, spread her legs apart, and slid my painfully stiff erection into her heavenly pink slit.

She was still soaking wet from earlier, and I was in her to the hilt. She was tighter than Ami, despite Chris stretching her out on a regular basis. I savored the feeling of her pussy gripping my cock, as I slowly withdrew and then spread her labia apart and pushed back in. Eventually, we built up a rhythm, and she was crying out just like Ami had. Finally, her cries got louder and more ragged as she started bucking her hips as another orgasm hit her. I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock as she climaxed, which was enough to send me over the edge. Although I had only just orgasmed half an hour before, I felt a torrent of cum shoot out of my cock, coating her insides.

We lay there together for a minute, holding each other, catching our breath, my still-hard member still lodged inside her belly. Finally she smiled and said, “that’s another thing I like about your dick. Ami told me you got fixed. I love fucking bareback, and I haven’t gotten to in ages.”

“You don’t let Chris come inside you?”

“Are you kidding? We’d have like twenty kids. He has a verrrry high sperm count. He knocked me up on the first try both times. He wears condoms unless I’m on my period, and even then I’m convinced he’s going to get me again!”

I was flush with excitement, thinking about how good my bare cock felt inside her, and realizing that even her husband didn’t get to feel that very often.

It was a few minutes before something else struck me: Ami never used birth control. Ever. I had gotten a vasectomy after our second child, and for years before that, she was either pregnant, breastfeeding, or we were trying for a baby. And before that we just rolled the dice. Ami hated birth control—the pill made her moody, she didn’t like how condoms felt, she didn’t trust IUDs—so she just never used it. Before we were married (and with previous boyfriends), she just stuck to oral and anal, and if she really liked and trusted a guy, would let him fuck her pussy at the very beginning and end of her cycle, as long as he pulled out. She dated one guy for five months and his dick never touched her pussy once—he was more than happy to fuck her ass every night.

I did my fair share of that too. We used withdrawl on her “safe” days, and oral or anal the rest of the time. I didn’t actually put a load of sperm where nature intended until our wedding night. And that felt so good we never stopped. We fucked with abandon until she gave birth a year later. And then she was safe for a few months while she breastfed. And then she was pregnant a few months after that. And then I got the snip. Condoms never entered into it.

Which meant Chris almost certainly entered into my wife completely unprotected. He emptied a load of sperm into her fertile womb and I watched him do it! I should have been horrified at that point, I should have ran into the other bedroom and dragged Ami out of there. But instead, I felt my cock stiffening again. I rolled Kelly onto her stomach, and fucked her with long, powerful strokes for about twenty minutes, until finally we both came again, collapsed into each other’s arms, and fell asleep.

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I woke up with the late morning sun streaming through the windows and Kelly’s hot little mouth on my cock. I should have been exhausted from the previous night’s exertions, but it only took few minutes of her expert cocksucking until I felt my balls tensing. I warned her I was going to cum, and she pulled her head back and stroked me until I shot spurt after spurt all over her face. She kneeled over me, smiling beatifically, her angelic face framed by sweat-tangled red hair, and her adorable, freckled cheeks covered in a sticky white mess.

“Do you want me to go down on you? Return the favor?”

“Oh hell yes. But not yet. First I want to show Chris what we’ve been up to!” She smiled wickedly, spitting a drop of cum out of the corner of her mouth and down her chin.

She took me by the hand and led me across the hall, where we were treated to a similar sight to the one I witnessed last night. My sexy wife, face down, ass up, moaning into the pillow as my athletic blond neighbor plowed her pussy. I stood behind Kelly, one hand rubbing her pussy while the other toyed with her nipple, as we both stood and watched, enthralled.

Ami’s moans escalated, and she turned her head to face us. Her eyes were glazed over with lust. It took her a minute for her eyes to focus on us and realize she was being watched.

Finally, she moaned my name. “Anuj. Holy fuck, he’s so big. He fucks me so well.” Chris just smiled as he grabbed her hips tighter and firmly thrust his cock into her again and again. Kelly and I just stood and watched in a trance. Her pussy got wetter and wetter as I felt her up, and as much action as my dick had seen, I felt it start to stiffen and nestled into the crack of her ass. I never imagined I’d be this into my wife being fucked by some other guy, but it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.

Ami started rubbing her clit as Chris continued his steady, powerful strokes. It only took a minute before she was cumming. As soon as she came down, she was moaning Chris’ name. “Cum for me. Cum deep inside me. So… deep. Shoot your seed right into my womb! Fuck me deep!”

Chris obliged, tensing his muscles, and then slapping my wife’s ass hard as he unloaded his balls into her fertile belly. She has a look of utter satisfaction as his cock spurted inside of her.

Kelly gave her husband a minute to catch his breath, and then came up close, so there was no mistaking my semen all over her adorable face. He just smiled. “Looks like you two had fun.” He kissed her, licking her face clean as they went back to their own room. Ami looked longingly at them as they went. I was astonished that he so casually licked up my cum like it was vanilla ice cream.

Ami was clearly reading my thoughts. “You can taste some of his if you want, but it’s all in my pussy.” She spread her legs lewdly, and a drop of white appeared and ran down her slit.

“Yeah, about that… are you pregnant after all that?” I tried to sound as casual as I could.

She laughed. “Probably not. My period’s in just a few days. It’s my least fertile time.”

“But you took a chance.” As hot as that idea made me, I couldn’t keep the annoyance out of my voice. We both found taking a risk sexy, but she could have at least discussed it with me first.

She looked completely at ease. “I took a chance. I knew it was pretty safe, and I thought I was going to ask him to pull out. But once he got going… it was just so fucking intense. There was no way I was going to ask him to stop. He’s just so big, and he fucks me so well.” She blushed as she realized what she was saying, that another man had fucked her better than I could. “Sorry… I didn’t mean it like that. It was partly the excitement of being with someone else. And the naughtiness of knowing you were right next door. You know I still love you, right? It was just a little fun.”

I would be well within my rights to get mad, but given I had just spent all night fucking her best friend, I’d look like an asshole. But if I signed off on her fucking Chris, she was probably going to do it more. Given the incredibly erotic sight I had just witnessed, I wasn’t sure I minded.

“Look, you don’t have to pretend. I saw first-hand how intense that was. I love you, and honestly, as long as you’re still coming home with me on Sunday, we’re cool. I’m glad you got to have that experience. I was having plenty of fun with Kelly too.”

Ami smiled. She was off the hook for letting Chris cum in her. But that wasn’t the only thing making her smile. At the pause in our conversation, the clear sound of bedsprings was coming from the bedroom across the hall. “Looks like Kelly’s having more fun right now!”

I smiled and got in bed next to her. We were back to fucking our wives. May as well take full advantage. But Ami had other ideas. She pushed me onto my back and straddled my chest, her full, firm breasts swaying seductively over my face. “Chris was considerate enough to clean up his wife. If you want to fuck me, I think it’s only fair that you do the same! She lowered her sticky, inflamed pussy onto my face, and in the second before it closed over my mouth, I saw another thick, white droplet emerge from her slit. What the hell, I thought. I certainly enjoyed watching him put it there. May as well take things all the way.

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The rest of the weekend, we fucked ourselves ragged. After that morning, none of us were with our spouses again. Kelly had my dick in her mouth every chance she got. And every drop of sperm Chris’ overworked nuts could produce went deep into my wife. I hope she was right about her cycle, because otherwise she’d be pregnant with triplets! None of us bothered putting clothes back in, and we fucked whenever the mood struck us. Chris bent Ami over the dinner table and fucked her in the middle of the meal! And Kelly made Chris suck a load of my cum out of her pussy, while she sucked me to hardness again. Fair’s fair!

We had a blast. And when we got home, we had a new understanding. Ami couldn’t resist Chris’ monster cock stretching her out. And Kelly loved how suckable mine was (and how sore she wasn’t after we fucked.) So every chance we got, we fucked each other’s wives. Which wasn’t that easy with four young kids between us, but we managed. Kelly loved teasing me while the kids played nearby, oblivious, until we slipped out of the room so she could quickly get me off, or I could finger her pussy until she was gasping trying to keep her orgasm quiet.

And we found ourselves watching the kids together so our spouses could fuck. Ami never got tired of feeling her pussy stretched out, and Chris was thrilled that he got to fuck more than twice a week. He and my wife tried to fuck three times a day, if they could manage. To be completely honest, I think Kelly and I both knew they were having better sex than we were. But I didn’t care. I still had a good thing with Kelly, I still got a turn with my wife a few times a week, and she was more in love with me than ever for letting her have the intense sex she was having with Chris.

Only one thing had changed since the cabin. Ami did get her period on time, but we had a longer talk about her going bareback with Chris. She apologized for acting so impulsively, and for my part, I admitted it turned me on, at least in theory. When I said that, she bit her lip and thought long and hard. “Okay, here’s the problem. It turns me on a hell of a lot. It’s part of what made the sex so good. You know I hate condoms, and it was so good to feel his bare cock in me, to feel him shooting a huge load of sperm into me. And I’ll admit it, I kept imagining his big white cock was putting a baby in me. The thought of that drove me wild.”

My wife looked me in the eyes. “You know this weekend wasn’t a one-time thing, right? I’m going to keep fucking him. And I’m sure you’re going to keep fooling around with Kelly. In fact, I hope you do. I want you to be happy, and I know she’s been into you for a long time. And, well, I’m having the most intense sex of my life with Chris. I hope you don’t ask me to stop, but even if you do, I’m not sure I know how to say no to him.”

She was trembling now, eyes hopeful and a little scared at what she had just admitted to, asking me for forgiveness and permission and not to judge her for her wicked desires. I made her sweat it out for a minute, and then I kissed her. “You know I want you to be happy. I saw firsthand what Chris does to you, and to be honest, I really enjoyed watching him fuck you so well. You’ve always been the sexiest woman in the world to me, and watching you come over and over again, well, what could be sexier than that?”

I slid my hands under her shirt and toyed with her nipple piercings. “I want my dirty, sexy wife to fuck that big cock every chance she gets.” I felt my cock stiffen at the thought of it. “And I’m not going to pretend I’m not enjoying every minute with Kelly. We’re both going to have lots of good sex, and I’m more in love with you than ever. What could be better than that?”

Her face flushed with relief. “Thank you,” she whispered. She wasn’t doing anything to hide how badly she wanted Chris’ cock in her pussy again.

“There’s just one thing,” I told her. “I don’t blame you for taking a risk this weekend. But you can’t do that all the time. I know you don’t like condoms, but you need to use something. That’s my one condition to all of this.”

I knew my wife well enough to see the disappointment in her face, but she at least tried to hide it. “I know. I mean, of course. I’m not just going to let him knock me up because the sex is good.” She paused again, looking nervous, like she was trying to find the words. “Here’s the problem. I don’t trust myself not to take a chance again. Subconsciously, I’m always going to want to fuck him bare, and I worry that if I have a chance to, I’ll take it. I’m sorry, but I know myself. I’ll lose control.”

“So here’s what I propose. You’re going to be in charge of my birth control from now on. If you give me a condom, I’ll put it on him. You know the pill kills my libido, but if you want me to take it, I will. If it’s just up to me, telling myself to be good, I’ll slip up. But if I make a promise to you, I’ll keep it. A vow to my husband. Unbreakable.” She looked deep into my eyes, and I could see the outpouring of love there. She meant it. Even as she was asking for permission to fuck another man, and giving me permission to fuck another woman, she was still my devoted wife.

“And of course…” she smiled slyly. “If you get turned on by my taking a risk, all you have to do is not give me any birth control. It’s going to be completely out of my control. If you want my eggs under lock and key…” She pulled up her shirt a few inches, showing me her toned abdomen, ovaries waiting under the surface, just hoping for their chance to make another baby. “...you’ll get your wish. And if you want me to take a chance on getting pregnant…” Her shirt slid up further, exposing the flat stomach that could be swelling up with another baby if we weren’t careful, “...I’ll have no say in the matter. You can make me take as big a risk as you want, whenever you want. And of course…” She pulled her shirt over her head completely, and cupped her bare breasts in her hands. “...if you want to see these girls swollen up with milk again, feeding a light-skinned baby… I’m entirely under your power. I might be giving my pussy to Chris, but I’m giving my womb to you, completely, forever. It’s yours to do with as you please.”

She rubbed her bare breasts and bare stomach against me, and I nearly came in my pants. In seconds we were both naked and rutting like animals in heat. I wasn’t sure I wanted another child, especially another man’s child, but the idea that she would risk that on my say-so alone, without question, that I had that kind of control over her… I can’t deny that was exciting.

Still, I got a vasectomy for a reason; two kids was enough. So she dutifully used condoms every time she fucked Chris. We went through a shitload of condoms. And of course, there were no secrets between the four of us, so the other two knew about our arrangement from the start. Kelly started teasing Ami that her own kids were going to have a half-brother pretty soon. Chris kept telling me to stop wasting so much money on condoms. “If you stop buying them for a week, then you won’t have to buy any more for nine months!”

As for Ami, she laughed along with their jokes, but she never made any herself. She never questioned or complained when I handed her another box of condoms. But I could see the disappointment behind her eyes. I wasn’t sure how badly she wanted another baby, but I knew without a doubt she wanted to feel Chris’ bare cock in her pussy.

I denied her that, at least for the first few months. But we kept up our jokes about Chris knocking her up. And we had another game. One night, I was sucking on Kelly’s glorious tits as she sat on my lap with my cock buried inside her. I got so excited I bit her, leaving a big red bruise on the inside of her right breast. She yelped in pain, but she also clamped her pussy down on my cock. She didn’t seem to mind, but she said, “I wonder what Chris is going to say when he sees this!”

Chris didn’t say anything. He just sent Ami back to me the next night with hickies on both her breasts. So that became our game. We’d each find new and creative ways to mark the other one’s wife. I was sure one wife or both would object, but they both got into the game. Kelly even gave me the idea to spank her until her ass was red for days. As much as Ami loved her tattoos, I was sure it was her idea when Chris had her walk back to our place naked with “hot wife,” “cheating slut,” “sexy bitch,” and the like Sharpie’d all over her body. It took days to clean off completely! He put pictures all over the web — her face wasn’t in them, but his cock was certainly in her. Some of the shots were of her toned, bronzed abdomen, with the words, “dirty cum slut” written across it. The words were partly obscured by thick, white ropes of semen.

I knew I had to come up with something big to respond. So a week later, I told Kelly to strip, and tied her to the bed. I held an ice cube in front of her face, waiting for a few drops of freezing water to drip across her cheek. Then I ran the ice across her nipple. It hardened instantly as she squealed. And before she could respond, I slid a needle through the soft flesh. She gasped, in pain or surprise I didn’t know, but I held my breath, knowing that I might have gone too far. She was quiet for a minute, before whispering, “do the other one.” Two minutes later, she had shiny gold rings hanging from her perfect pink nipples. “I’ve been so jealous of Ami’s for so long! And I’m so glad you were the one to give them to me!” We fucked passionately that night, or as passionately as we could while being careful not to touch her sensitive new piercings.

I gave Kelly those rings confident that Chris couldn’t get me back. Ami already had them! And for the next few weeks, he didn’t give Ami more than the odd love bite. Victory was sweet. Until she came home with a pierced pussy! She had two small silver rings in her labia, both through the left lip. She smiled sweetly and said, “he told me to tell you there’s plenty more room on the other side if you want to keep going!”

“How do you feel about this?”

“I didn’t say no, did I?”

“Did he give you a choice?”

She laughed. “Yeah, he’s a little nicer to me than you are to Kelly!”

By that point, I wasn’t sure how far we all wanted things to escalate. So I told Chris in advance I was going to get the word “slut” tattooed right above Kelly’s pussy. “I’m not asking your permission, mind you. I just wanted to let you know.” He admitted defeat and we called off our game before it came to that. Of course, I loved everything he had done to Ami, especially the pussy rings, so I would have been happy to keep things going, but I thought poor Kelly needed a break.

With that game done, I started escalating our other game. About the time Ami came back to me covered in x-rated graffiti, I asked Chris to trade wives for the weekend. By this point the kids were so used to us going back and forth they didn’t blink if they had a substitute mommy for a few days. I made a big show of opening the drawer with the condoms, but I had left it empty. “Huh. We’re all out. I guess you’ll have to call things off with Chris.” Her face fell. I knew I had her on the hook. “Unless…”

Ami squealed and then composed herself, waiting to hear the rest. “Your period just ended. I guess it wouldn’t do much harm if Chris put a load of two of sperm into you.” She kissed me passionately, hardly able to contain her excitement. “Just so you know, it’s going to be more like six or seven.”

In the end it was nine. Chris was so worn out they took a week off from sex after that. And Ami was so excited she pounced on me when she got back home. By the next time she was in Chris’ bed, she was fertile and they wore condoms. I saw the look on her face, and knew it was torture for her, fucking him bareback with abandon, and then having to go back to this. But it was exquisite torture, and I was determined to enjoy it to the fullest.

This went on for months. I’d let her go bareback at the beginning of the month. Or at the end. Or both. Sometimes three days. Sometimes five. All the while, Chris telling her how sexy she was going to look with a baby bump, and Kelly asking me if our two kids would have to share a room to make room for the nursery. Ami, for her part, never said anything about it. I knew she wanted to feel Chris’ cock in her bare, and to feel his sperm deep in her belly. I suspected she wanted to get pregnant. But she never said so. An unspoken part of our arrangement was that, since she put me in charge of birth control, she never questioned me on that subject. She never complained. She couldn’t hide her excitement when I didn’t give her a condom, or her disappointment when I did, but she never objected out loud. She quietly accepted whatever I decided, as promised. Which was unlike Ami — she was usually the decision-maker in our relationship. But this game, whatever it was, she was taking seriously.

I decided to push things further, and see how serious she really was. The month of her birthday, I gave her condoms every night she and Chris got together. For the first two weeks. Then we did another weekend swap, right in the middle of her cycle, and I sent her over empty-handed. I could see the question on her face: “You’re sure?” But she stuck fast to the game. She quietly accepted it, just as she quietly accepted every box of condoms I gave her.

Usually, I saw the excitement behind her eyes. But this time I saw concern. This game of ours was real now. Fucking Chris on safe days was one thing. But she was playing for keeps now. She was going over to the neighbors’ house fertile and completely unprotected, and the next time she set foot in our home, she might have a baby growing inside her. At least, I let her think that.

She certainly enjoyed the sex. After the kids were all asleep, Kelly invited me to sneak into her house so we could listen to our spouses fuck through the open door. Whatever code of silence Ami had with me certainly didn’t apply to Chris, as we listened to her beg him to give her a baby as he shot load after load of sperm into her fecund belly. The emotion in her voice and the intensity of the sex we were hearing turned me on immensely, and I took those emotions out on Kelly’s pussy. She loved every minute of it.

Sunday night, Ami came home. Naked, soaked in sweat, sperm leaking from her pussy, and “knocked up slut” written across her belly. She was the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen. When I was done taking pictures, she addressed our birth control situation for the first time since we made the agreement. “Now what?”

I looked her in the eyes. I knew this was going to be hard for her, but I needed to know if she’d keep her promise to me when push came to shove. And to be honest, I loved the feeling of control I had, over both her emotions and her body, and I wanted to push that control further.

“I wanted you to live out your fantasy, and I wanted you to have the mindblowing sex you clearly had. But I also want you to take this.” I held out a little white pill. The morning-after variety.

I could see the turmoil on her face. She wanted his baby. There was no mistaking it. All that remained to be seen was whether she wanted to keep her promise to me more. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Seeing her struggle with such powerful emotions, watching her struggle with speaking up about her desires or continuing to submit, was incredibly powerful. I sincerely hoped she didn’t resent me for what I was doing, but I also relished every second of her torment.

Finally, she quietly took the pill from my hand and put it in her mouth. After she swallowed, I reminded her she needed to take a second one in the morning. She nodded solemnly. As she walked past me and out of the room, she whispered, “thank you. Even if it was only two days, I needed that.”

I kissed her, and ran my hands across her sexy brown body. “I know. I wanted you to experience what it feels like to be impregnated by him. But I don’t want you to have a baby just yet.”

That last word hung in the air between us.

“Yet?”

“It’s not for you to decide.”

She bowed her head. “Absolutely.” But she kissed me passionately before she went upstairs to shower, and we fucked like teenagers for the rest of the night.

The morning-after pill essentially crashes and restarts a woman’s cycle, and it took a few months for Ami’s to get back to normal. So I restricted her bareback sex to the few days after her period, since I couldn’t be confident when the next one was arriving. I thought our game would calm down for a bit, but then something happened that made things more intense than I ever imagined. Kelly got pregnant.

It wasn’t planned. Kelly hadn’t been with her husband in a few weeks, as she was either busy with the kids or with fucking me. Usually her pussy stayed a bit loose from taking Chris’ monster a few times a week (and I could barely feel Ami’s by this point, as often as she fucked him), but it was starting to tighten up, it had been so long. So she told Chris she wanted his big cock to tear up her pussy. (Her words—she told us this over coffee while the kids played in the backyard like it was no big deal.)

So Chris obliged. He usually took it easy on his petite wife, to spare her tight little snatch from too much pain. But this time, she wanted a little pain. So he fucked her with the unyielding, powerful strokes he usually reserved for my wife. Kelly cried out in pain, but also begged him not to stop. She told us she was starting to get used to his size, and she didn’t want that. She remembered how much it hurt the first bunch of times they fucked, and how much she enjoyed the pleasure and pain of that together. So he fucked her more roughly than he ever had, slapping her ass hard, pushing her face down into the bed, leaving bite marks up and down her neck. And all the while, pounding her pussy hard.

Kelly said her pussy was on fire. Even as the pain spread through her insides, it was like every nerve ending had come alive. She was having orgasms so close together she never really came down. Until finally, Chris started to bellow and thrust himself into her balls deep. She felt his cockhead scrape her cervix, and then jet after jet of hot, sticky cum shoot into her. He hadn’t cum that hard since they were 22 and first dating. She hoped the condom could hold it all.

It was a long time until Chris went soft, and he held himself deep inside of her until he did. Finally, he pulled out… and there was no condom. Just a ragged strip of rubber around the very base of his cock, with ten inches of exposed pink flesh, wet with her juices. That cock had just shot about a gallon of potent sperm into her fertile womb.

“I know I should have been freaked out, or upset,” she told us. “But it just felt too good. Chris hadn’t cum in me since I stopped breastfeeding, and after being fucked so hard and so well, it just felt right to have all that sperm in me.” I noticed Ami nodding in silent agreement. “We hadn’t planned on having more kids, but I felt so emotional after that intense sex that I couldn’t be mad about it. In fact, before I let myself think too much about it, I felt myself instinctively curling up into the position — ass up, knees bent, letting all the sperm drain into me, where my body could put it to work. I knew right then and there I was having another baby.”

We congratulated the happy couple warmly, but I couldn’t help notice how flushed and overwhelmed by this news my own wife was. Ami changed after that. The risk of pregnancy with Chris was an abstract before this, a fun thing to fantasize about. But now the reality was growing inside her best friend’s belly. One broken condom had led to a new life coming into the world. And had a different condom broke, that life would be growing in Ami’s womb, not Kelly’s.

Ami still hadn’t broken our unspoken agreement. She never talked about risking pregnancy with me, or questioned my choices when it came to her birth control. But even before Kelly started showing, I could see how her eyes were drawn to her friend’s belly. She’d make comments about how quickly our own kids were growing up — they were only 4 and 6 by that point, but the subtext was clear. She wanted another baby. Badly.

Which made teasing her all the more satisfying. Every time I watched her fuck Chris, she bucked her hips against him furiously, like she was willing the condom to break. And when they went bareback on her safe days, she held him inside her until he went soft, not wanting it to stop, not wanting any of his precious sperm to leak out of her.

By that point, it was coming up on a year since our trip to the cabin that had started it all, and the four of us decided to go back. This time, we rented the place for a week instead of just a weekend. Yes, it’d be nice to have some peace and quiet, do some kayaking and fishing, but let’s be honest, we just wanted seven days of screwing each other’s spouses without having to worry about the kids.

Saturday morning, we were packed up and ready to leave, kids safely stashed away with various grandparents. Ami and Kelly were determined to start the trip off right—they came downstairs from Ami’s bedroom, giggling together like teenagers. Chris and I just stood there gawking, as these two stay-at-home moms were dressed like college girls on spring break. They both wore absurdly tiny crop tops, that showed off every curve of Ami’s sexy body from just below her breasts to just above her slit, and strained to hold in Kelly’s round tits, the gentle curve of her small baby bump on full display below. Ami wore a pleated skirt so short it looked like a belt with a fringe, and Kelly wore cutoffs with the waistband removed on top, the bottoms cut above the curve of her ass, and so many holes that almost nothing was left to the imagination. If Chris and I didn’t wake up with morning wood, we sure as hell had some now.

Kelly sauntered over to me. “There’s just one thing we have to do before we go…” She dropped to her knees and took my hard cock out of my pants. As she lowered her warm, wet mouth over the head, I looked over and saw my wife licking up and down Chris’ oversized shaft. The two of us moaned with pleasure as we shot each other looks that said, “can you believe how lucky we are?” After a few minutes of this, I found myself crying out as I shot my load into Kelly’s waiting mouth. She just waited, smiling, until her own husband came. Ami couldn’t get his cock in her mouth, of course, but she covered as much of the head as she could as she slurped up his seed.

Our wives looked at each other, both smiling wickedly, until Ami leaned in and kissed Kelly. In the past year, they’d seen each other naked constantly, and watched each other fuck countless times. But this was the first time they’d been sexual with each other. I felt myself stiffening again as I watched my sexy Asian wife make out with my sexy redheaded lover, hands roaming across each other’s bodies. The contrasts were overwhelming; a slender, bronzed, athletic body pressed up against a pale, freckled, curvaceous one, red hair and black hair tangled together. And then there were their lips. As their wet mouths wrestled with each other, I saw white globs of cum coating both women’s lips. Neither of them had swallowed our loads! As they kissed, they were pushing a sticky white mess back and forth with their tongues.

My cock was sticking straight out, and I noticed Chris’ doing the same. We stood there transfixed, as our wives swapped a gooey mixture of semen and saliva, stray droplets running down their faces. After a few minutes of this, Ami pushed Kelly’s shoulders down, looked down at her friend, and spit a whole mouthful of goo towards Kelly’s waiting mouth. Then they switched places and Kelly spit the whole thing back into Ami’s mouth. They repeated this a few times, while we both watched in amazement, cocks painfully hard. Each time, a little more spit went into the mix, and the sticky mess got bigger and messier. After a few swaps back and forth like this, Ami got into position to receive another load, but this time her mouth was closed. And smiling. Kelly proceeded to spit about a cupful of spit and sperm all over my wife’s pretty face, moving around to make sure she got all over her full lips, her flat nose, her high cheekbones, her almond-shaped eyes.

I couldn’t help myself. I whipped out my phone and started taking pictures. It was one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen. And all Ami did was smile devilishly for the camera. But it only got hotter. Kelly started kissing Ami again, and then slowly moved her tongue across my wife’s face, licking up every drop of the cummy mess she had left there. Once she was done, she spit the whole thing into Ami’s mouth, and then they traded places again, Ami coating Kelly’s face until you could barely see her freckles. Again, I took pictures, and again, Ami licked Kelly’s face clean. Or clean-ish.

They swapped back and forth a few more times—the mess getting so big it barely fit in either girl’s mouth—until finally Kelly got on her knees again, tilted her head back, and threw her breasts forward proudly. Ami proceeded to spit the whole mess into Kelly’s cleavage! The tops of her breasts were coated, dark stains were quickly spreading across the front of her shirt, and a dribble of sperm was clearly visible running down her belly from between her breasts. It was the sluttiest thing I had ever seen. I was in heaven.

I was also desperate to throw Kelly to the ground and pound her pussy into oblivion. But she stood up and cheerfully said, “Okay, let’s get in the car!” The two wives sauntered towards the front door like nothing had happened, leaving their husbands with our cocks out, rock hard and straining for release.

Kelly looked over her shoulder, face still shiny and wet, cum still visible on the tops of her luscious tits, smiling sweetly at our distress. “Come on, aren’t you guys ready to go? We want to check in on time!”

I couldn’t believe this was what was on Chris’ mind, but he stammered out, “w-wait, don’t you have suitcases?”

Kelly smiled like it was a stupid question. “These are all the clothes we’re bringing.” I know these trips focused on us being naked and fucking, but we had to eat sometimes. There was a town nearby with a diner, a bar, and a little grocery store, and we’d go to all three a few times. I couldn’t imagine the reactions, especially now that Kelly’s shirt had cum stains all over it. But she seemed unconcerned.

“Oh, hang on—” Ami interrupted. “What’s that fashion rule? Always take one thing off before you leave the house?” She grinned wickedly and slid her panties down her legs, leaving them in front of the front door. Kelly reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, leaving her pendulous, cum-covered breasts swaying perilously close to busting out of her tight shirt. The two girls kissed again and walked out to the driveway.

But the fun didn’t stop when we got on the road. I had another game to play. Once we got underway, Chris driving, me shotgun, girls in the back, I opened the glove compartment and pulled out a box of condoms. I held it up so everyone could see the number 20 printed on the side. “So, here are the rules for this week. These are the only condoms we’re bringing, so when the box is empty, you can fuck unprotected after that.”

“So… three times a day… and we run out on the last day.” Chris was frowning at the math, but we both knew he was going to fuck my wife more than three times a day. Especially with this as incentive.

Kelly started teasing immediately. “Anuj, I’m going to make you fuck me with a condom too, so they run out faster!” But I could see the serene look on Ami’s face. She was doing the math. How many times could Chris get it up a day? Four? They’d run out in five days and have two days of bareback sex. Five? They’d run out in four days. And she had ovulated the day before. She was just about at her peak fertility. Would four days later be too late to conceive? Would five? And was that a good thing or a bad thing? I watched the emotions play across her face, enjoying every second.

Meanwhile, Kelly was singing to the tune of “Going to the Chapel”:

“Going to the cabin and we’re / gonna get pregnant!
Going to the cabin and we’re / gonna get pray-ay-aygnant!
Sluttly little Ami’s gonna / have Chris’ bay-ay-aybee
Chris is / gonna knock up / your wiiiiife!

But I saw the look on Ami’s face. She wasn’t so sure. I relished that uncertainty, that hope that her fantasy might come true, tinged with fear of the consequences of it did. Did I enjoy this exquisite torture too much to ever stop doing it? I wasn’t sure.

But the decision had already been made. When we got to the cabin, the girls leapt out of the car and ran through the woods, whooping and shedding what little clothes they were wearing as they went. Chris and I got our stuff out of the car, and then went in search of the girls. I found Kelly hiding behind a tree, beckoning me closer like a sexy, pregnant, wood nymph, dried cum still covering her from the tops of her breasts to her navel. I chased her through the woods, and when I caught her, pulled her down and we fucked right there in the dirt.

We both came together, and when we recovered, I looked up to see our spouses standing together watching, Chris toying with Ami’s pussy rings as she stroked his big cock. She kissed him sweetly. “Let’s go back inside for our turn. You’ve got some work to do—I expect ten of those condoms to be used up by the morning!” We all laughed. But when we got into the cabin and she picked up the box of condoms, she looked puzzled.

“This feels light…” Her voice trailed off as the implications hit her. She tore open the box to find only one thing in it: a pregnancy test.

“The rule was, when there are no condoms left in the box…”

She threw her arms around me and kissed me before I could finish the sentence. “Thank you,” she whispered, her naked body pressed against mine, barely able to contain herself.

“I know how much you want this,” I whispered back.

“I’ve needed it. So badly,” she said loud enough for the others to hear. With one more kiss, she let me go and pressed her body against Chris. “I need you to fuck me, breed me, put your baby in my fertile womb. You think you can do that?”

A shit-eating grin spread across Chris’ face. “Oh my God, yes.”

Thirty seconds later, Chris was naked and his big cock was buried to the hilt in my wife. Ami was squealing with glee as he probed her innermost depths. Kelly and I just watched, entranced, as her husband expertly fucked my fertile, unprotected wife with with slow, firm strokes. His pace never slackened, but her cries got more ragged and intense as he went, until finally she let loose with a screaming orgasm. It was a few minutes of incoherent moaning before she was capable of forming words again, but when she did, she made it crystal clear what she wanted.

“Cum for me! Plant your sperm deep inside me! Make me pregnant!”

Chris’ hips started thrusting faster, and Ami was bucking hers against his, as if ten inches of cock wasn’t enough and she wanted it deeper inside of her.

“Put a baby in me! Knock me up in front of my husband! I want your baby so badly!”

My cock, still sticky from Kelly’s pussy, was rock hard and standing at attention. I would have had trouble admitting this out loud, but I wanted this as much as she did. All the time I spent teasing her, letting her take small risks here and there, I had been building up the idea in my own head—I desperately wanted my well-hung friend to knock up my wife! I thought about our two dark-skinned children, and imagined the baby that blonde-haired, blue-eyed Chris was now planting in my wife’s womb. There would be no mistaking that the baby wasn’t mine, that my wife had fucked another man and gotten pregnant. I had no intention of leaving her, so it would be clear to the world that I had been willingly cuckolded, that I didn’t object to another man impregnating my wife, and that I was happy to raise another man’s child.

And the thing is? I didn’t object. In my lust-crazed state, I wanted Ami pregnant with a light-skinned baby more than anything. As much as I had enjoyed watching Chris splitting her in half with that big dick of his, knowing he was breeding her, that she desperately wanted his baby, and was certainly going to get it? That drove me wild. It was the most intensely erotic thing I had ever experienced. I probably would have cum all over myself if I hadn’t just gotten through fucking Kelly.

Chris thrust into Ami hard, and grabbed her hips tight, holding his dick deep inside of her. The rutting couple stared into each other’s eyes. “Are you ready for my cum?” Chris asked her.

“Oh, fuck yes. You know I am.”

He stared into her eyes for a long moment. “Beg me for it.”

Ami didn’t hesitate. “Please. Please cum inside me. Please fill me with your seed. Please plant your sperm deep into my womb.”

Chris still didn’t move, his cock still buried as deep as it would go inside of her.

“Tell your husband why.”

She looked confused for a moment. Then she got it. She turned her head towards me, but the words were clearly for Chris. I could see the beads of sweat dripping down her face, as she was locked in this intense embrace, a big cock lodged in her belly, desperate for his cum.

“To make me pregnant. Anuj, he’s going to breed me with his baby. I want him to make my belly swell up. I need it. Please cum in my fertile womb! Please fuck a baby into me!”

Chris smiled. “How badly do you want it?”

She looked back at him. “So badly. More than anything.”

“We’re never using a condom again.”

“Never.” She didn’t even hesitate.

“How many more babies are you going to have.”
She glanced at me for a minute, nervously. “As many as I can.”

“You’re going to get the tattoo,” he said firmly.

She nodded. “Whatever you want.”

“Tell your husband.”

She looked back at me. “I’m going to get a tattoo that says ‘dirty slut’.”

“Where?” Chris prompted.

“Wherever you want.”

It wasn’t enough for Chris to impregnate my wife in front of me, he had to win our little game too. I just smiled to myself. I never would have thought of threatening Kelly with that tattoo if I hadn’t fantasized about seeing it on my own sexy wife. I could see that Ami was a little nervous, but I couldn’t tell if it was because she thought I might object to the tattoo, or that Chris might still deny her. Or that she was moments from being impregnated and things had suddenly gotten very real. Time to end this part of the game. I finally spoke up.

“Alright, enough teasing her. Put a baby in my wife already. She’s clearly desperate to have your baby. Give her what she wants.” I paused for a minute. “What we all want.”

Ami shrieked with delight as Chris pounded his big cock into her harder than before. Their muscles strained, sweat coated their lithe athletic bodies, as their hips rushed to meet each other again and again. There was always an electric charge when the two of them fucked, but this time it was ten times as powerful. The air was thick with tension as their fucking intensified, their orgasms mounted, and we got closer to the moment when my white friend would impregnate my wife.

I had long ago accepted that my wife had an intense physical connection with Chris that I never would. We were well past the point of jealousy; all I wanted was to enjoy the raw sexuality of her couplings with Chris for all they were worth. And this just seemed like the natural conclusion of that intensity. His sperm would flood my wife’s womb, fertilizing her egg, creating a new life inside of her body. Her belly would swell, her hips would widen, her breasts would fill with mother’s milk. Her body would be transformed by the mating that was happening right in front of me. A child would be born, part her, part him, connecting them forever.

My heart was pounding in my chest. It was the moment of no return. My wife was being bred by another man. One intense, powerful fuck, and our lives would change forever.

She came first, muscles spasming, ragged cries echoing through the cabin. A moment later Chris bellowed, slammed his hips into hers one last time, and I watched his balls tense up as he shot rope after rope of potent sperm deep inside my willing and fertile wife. I moaned as my own seed spurted out, running down my cock and onto my balls. I hadn’t even touched myself; the intense eroticism of watching my wife being impregnated was enough to push me over the edge. To my right, I heard Kelly moaning herself; her hand had been furiously rubbing her pussy all throughout.

The room fell silent as we all came down to Earth. “Thank you,” Ami whispered. To Chris for impregnating her or to me for letting it happen or to Kelly for loaning out her husband for stud service I wasn’t sure. I stood there, numb, watching their bodies still connected, imagining the life growing inside my wife’s belly. I gradually noticed something warm and wet on my cock—Kelly had crawled between my legs and was licking up the cum I had shot all over myself. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the wonderful sensations, and when I opened them again, there were two mouths working my cock and balls—Ami had joined her friend. When they were satisfied I was clean, they kissed again, as they had before we left for the trip, pushing my slimy cum back and forth until Kelly spit the whole load into Ami’s mouth.

She stood up and kissed me, pushing my own semen into my mouth. We snowballed back and forth for a minute until she knelt before me, perfectly submissive, until I spit the mess all over her face, just like Kelly did earlier. She just batted her eyelashes, strings of cum hanging between them, and sweetly said, “I think I might be pregnant!”

I looked at her angelic, cum-covered face, and was more in love with her than ever. “You’d better fuck him a few more times to make sure.”

“Only a few?” She laughed. “You love being married to such a dirty slut, don’t you?”

I spit one more drop of cum and saliva, slowly letting it run down from my lips to hers. Then I slowly moved in and kissed her. “More than anything in the world.”

We had a solid week of no-holds-barred sex after that. In the cabin, in the yard, in the woods, in the stream next to the woods, in the bathroom of the diner in the little town, up against someone else’s house who I sincerely hope wasn’t home—the moment Chris could get his dick hard, he was thrusting it my wife again. I got my share of action too. Kelly and I fucked like rabbits, turned on immensely at the thought that, just a few feet away, her husband was breeding my wife.

The only things that were off limits were my dick going into Ami’s pussy, or Chris’ sperm going anywhere but her pussy. I fucked Ami’s ass while Chris was in her cunt and Kelly sucked her nipples. Ami drank milk from Kelly’s boobs while I fucked her pregnant pussy and she sucked her husband to hardness again. And I did a 69 with my wife, while an inch above my face, Chris’ babymaker stretched her out and filled her again. I found myself licking his cock as it slid in and out of her, and sucking on his balls as they emptied another load of sperm into my wife’s womb. He and I never talked about it afterwards, but helping him impregnate my wife made me feel closer to her than I ever had, even than the times I was putting my own baby into her.

Eventually, the week had to end. Chris and I took turns driving while our sweaty, exhausted cum-covered, wives slept naked in the backseat. What little clothes they had brought were long gone by the middle of the week. Chris tore Ami’s shirt clean in half while fucking her in town, and she had to walk back to the cabin with her arms folded over her bare breasts. Kelly lost her shirt in the woods somewhere and we never found it again. Her cutoffs were another story—it turns out, Kelly has a thing for watersports, something she had never revealed even to Chris. But given that the weekend was all about taking things too far, she wet herself in front of us, and then we took turns soaking her in piss while she rubbed herself through her cutoffs. Occasionally, we’d make her put her wet, stinking shorts back on and do it all again. By the end of the week, the denim was permanently soaked through with urine, and frankly, I didn’t want that smell in my car.

Ami’s skirt was the only piece of clothing they had left between them by the end of the week, and as torn and cum-stained as it was, she looked sluttier with it on than she did naked. Plus, she decided it wouldn’t be fair for Kelly to be the only one naked on the ride back, so left it for the next occupants of the cabin to find. Maybe it’d give them some inspiration.

Things got back to normal when we got home, but of course, normal was my best friend and my wife fucking like teenagers while my sexy, pregnant neighbor came over to suck my dick or take it up her ass while I clutched her round belly. A week after we got back, a test confirmed the obvious—Chris had planted his baby in my wife. Ami was on cloud 9. She glowed with her first two pregnancies, but this time she was practically on fire. We had some of the hottest sex of our marriage. And based on what I saw when she and Chris fucked, I can’t even imagine what they were feeling. And, of course, I kept Kelly’s swollen belly full of cum as often as I could.

The two women loved showing off their pregnant bodies as their bellies continued to grow. Our kids were all too young to be embarrassed by seeing mommy naked, or even mommy’s friend, and were naturally fascinated at the babies growing inside of both women’s swelling tummies. So both wives spent a lot of time lounging around the house naked, absentmindedly rubbing their baby bumps, feeling the half-siblings Chris had put there as they moved around.

I don’t know what was a sexier time; that winter, with petite little Kelly’s baby bump the size of a basketball, and Ami in the second trimester when the rush of hormones made her even more sex-crazed than usual. Or that spring, with Kelly topless seemingly 24/7, feeding her new baby (and her adoring neighbor) from her milky, still-swollen boobs, and Ami, belly stretched out a foot in front of her, still fucking Chris and I both every chance she got.

Of course, when Kelly gave birth, there were no surprises. She and Chris had their three kids each two years apart, so it seemed to everyone like this was planned and right on schedule. Things were much different for Ami and I. Most of my close friends and ****** knew I had had a vasectomy, so my wife being pregnant took some explaining. And I’m dark-skinned, even by Indian standards, so when she gave birth to a pink, brown-haired girl, the nurses gasped. I had to calmly reassure them I knew the baby wasn’t mine, but I think that shocked them even more.

Most men would have found it humiliating, having to explain over and over that our new baby didn’t look like me because my wife had fucked another man. But every time I said it, I felt like I was bragging about what a sexy wife I had. I was back in that cabin, watching her overcome with lust as she was bred right in front of me. Never for a second did I wish it hadn’t happened.

And, of course, the story doesn’t end there. Ami was true to her word, and kept every promise she made in the cabin. As if the midwife didn’t get enough of a shock on seeing the baby, she spent the whole delivery face-to-face with a tattoo that read “dirty slut,” right above Ami’s dilating pussy. She had to take the rings out for the delivery, but when they’re in they just accentuate the tattoo. And, of course, she and Chris never used a condom again. For the first nine months, it didn’t matter, because she was pregnant. And then for three months after that, she was breastfeeding and her periods hadn’t started up again.

But after that, I noticed she was going to Chris less. And when she did, his dick would end up in her ass, or she’d come home with cum all over her face, or her breasts, or her belly. She wasn’t quite ready for another baby. For starters, she had only just given birth. She didn’t really want to get pregnant twice in a row. I had also spent a long time thinking we were done at two kids, and four seemed like a bit much. She admitted that she hadn’t said anything when I got the snip because she figured that was my decision. But deep down, she wanted more, and now after everything that had happened, she planned on following through on her promise — she was never using birth control again, and whatever happened, happened. She was 32 by this point, so even if she managed to hold Chris off for two years at a time, we could have 7 kids by the time she turned 40. And she could still be fertile for a few years after that!

I had accepted her having Chris’ baby easily enough, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about his kids outnumbering mine in my own ******! We spent months talking about babies, and pregnancy, and paternity, before we finally came to a decision. I had the vasectomy reversed. It was a lot harder than getting the snip in the first place, and the recovery was long and painful. But it worked out in the end. It’s a year after the surgery now, and Ami’s pregnant again — with another half-white baby! She said maybe the next one could be mine. But don’t feel too bad for me — at the same time Chris was knocking up Ami again, I was on the other side of the cabin putting a brown baby into his redheaded wife!