Would You Take the Risk?

Follow the cuckold road far enough and you might arrive at the idea of another man impregnating your wife. It's a huge decision, of course, but what if the decision comes with the unlocking of the most intense pleasure of your life? Perhaps it would make the decision easier.

It's been ten months since you were first cuckolded. Ten blissful months.

You'd fantasized about it for years, at first on your own and then with your wife, who was more than happy to indulge in dirty talk while stroking you, or occasionally while you were inside her.

You weren't the one to push her to make it real. Instead, she met someone while she was out with her friends one night. They talked. They flirted. They kissed, too. Your wife described it as a perfect first kiss, though she was awash in guilt for having done so without asking your permission.

There was a part of you that wanted to be frustrated with her, but your arousal drowned out any objections. Your wife was delighted when you dropped to your knees, pushed her skirt up around her waist, and worked her pussy with your tongue and fingers while she leaned against the door - she'd confessed the moment she got home - and moaned at the intensity of her pleasure. You made her cum by the door and then she took you to the bedroom and rode your cock slowly, talking about her night of flirting, dancing, and eventually kissing the handsome man she'd met while out with her friends.

After that, your cuckolding happened fast. Your wife went on a date with the man she'd kissed. She explained that she wasn't cheating, that she was instead seeking to become a hotwife, that she wanted to cuckold her husband. Her date - Erik - was on board. Your marriage evolved, as a marriage must when another man enters the picture.

A rhythm was quickly established. Your wife would go on a date with Erik. They would enjoy themselves as couples do. She would come home and the two of you would indulge in a blissful coupling where you tended to each other's sexual and emotional needs. Sometimes you'd fuck her. Sometimes she'd give you a blowjob. Sometimes you'd get a handjob. You'd almost always go down on her, though, as that thrilled you in ways you couldn't explain, especially when they started having sex.

After a month you asked if you could watch. Your wife asked Erik, but he wasn't on board with it. It was disappointing - crushingly so, in fact - and you even asked her to find another man. That turned out to be a mistake and led to a fight where she accused you of treating her like a whore, of trying to pimp her out for your pleasure. You apologized profusely. She was angry for a few days and then you had tremendous make up sex. Afterwards, you apologized again. She revealed that part of her anger emanated from the fact that she'd really grown to like Erik, that she considered him her boyfriend, that she'd developed something of an emotional attachment to him.

You were dismayed at the speed with which she'd formed an emotional bond with Erik. You realized you shouldn't have been, especially since their relationship had been closer to boyfriend/girlfriend from the start, with the exception of the cuckold caveat that Erik had willingly embraced.

As often happens with a cuckold, her emotional closeness with Erik soon became a source of pleasure. There were equal measures of anxiety amongst the pleasure, of course, but there was no denying the fact that your levels of arousal were more significant when she returned from a date, when she told you of the conversations they'd had, when she talked of the way they'd held hands while strolling the sidewalk and enjoying an ice cream, when she described of the way Erik would put his arm around her and pull her close from time to time, when she confessed how her stomach fluttered when all of those things happened.

Your cuckold routine evolved over time. Your wife was more than happy to let you take her shopping for clothes and lingerie to wear for her boyfriend. She was more than happy to let you shower with her before her dates, to let you shave her pussy in the manner Erik enjoyed, to let you rub lotion into her legs, to let you dress her in the lingerie and outfit she'd selected for the evening. She was always affectionate during those times, too, telling you how much she loved you and how much she enjoyed your attentiveness and efforts to ensure that she and her boyfriend had a beautiful night together.

At the end of the date your wife would always come home to you. You would always reconnect. There would be kissing and touching and detailed descriptions of their date. Sometimes she would draw it out, sitting on one end of the couch with her feet in your lap for a rub while she told you of where he'd taken her, of the food they'd eaten, of the way they'd kissed at the restaurant, of the way she'd teased his cock under the table, of how wet she'd gotten just sitting across from him and thinking of having him inside her.

You would always make each other cum, sometimes more than once. How the orgasms happened would vary, mostly because you'd both agreed that it was more fun to mix it up.

Your favorite was when she would re-create the sex with Erik, which always felt like a way of making you feel as though you were there. She'd crawl into the bed in her lingerie and tell you that he had her missionary style. You'd crawl on top and try to slip inside her but she'd tell you that he took his time, that he denied himself the pleasure of being inside her to ramp up his desire. You were already out of your mind with lust, of course, but you'd let her continue to turn you on.

Three months after her first date with Erik, your wife introduced the idea of them having unprotected sex. She did so with her hand wrapped around your cock. Later, she told you that she'd mentioned it while you were in the throes of sexual ecstasy because she wanted an instinctual reaction. You had an orgasm when she mentioned her boyfriend cumming inside her - using those words - and that provided more than enough evidence that you were turned on by the idea.

That wasn't the end of it, of course. You talked about it afterwards. You talked about it in a non-sexual situation. You made sure that it was something you were both okay with, but in truth, there was no chance you were going to say no. That first burst of arousal still remained with you, a clear sign that you were immensely turned on by the idea of your wife's boyfriend cumming inside her.

You asked again if you could watch. This was before their first time having unprotected sex. You couldn't help but picture it in your head. You fantasized about it constantly. You wanted to see him cum inside her. You wanted to watch from the foot of the bed as he filled your wife's pussy with his cum.

She asked Erik. He declined. He said that having you there would make him self-conscious and would make the sex a lot less fun for him. Though you were disappointed - crushingly so, once again - you understood his misgivings. You weren't entirely sure you'd be able to fuck someone else's wife in front of them, so it was hard to blame him for not wanting to put on a show for you.

You were in a heightened state of arousal during the pre-date routine on the night he was to cum inside her. Every touch felt thrilling. Your heart raced throughout. You dressed her in a new and expensive lingerie set you'd bought for the occasion. She let you lick her pussy a little before putting her panties on and she talked of how you were preparing it for another man. Your cock throbbed.

As you tended to her pussy, you thought of her return that night. You always went down on her at least once after she'd had sex with him, but tonight his cum would be inside her. You'd already decided that you wanted to go down on her - you couldn't deny the intense appeal of licking her boyfriend's cum out of her - but you weren't sure how she would feel about it and you hadn't mentioned it.

She left for her date while you did your best not to surrender to the anxiety that gripped you while she was gone. Having unprotected sex was, in a way, a small change. It felt huge, though. Immense. It was a major step in a relationship. It was your wife and her boyfriend getting closer, more intimate, more romantic. It felt dangerous, which is at least partly what made it so appealing.

You met her at the door when she came home. She smiled. She looked blissfully happy.

"Was it good?" you asked.

"It was the best sex we've ever had. It felt so good when he slid inside me. It felt so good when he moved in and out of me. It felt so good knowing he was going to cum inside me. It felt so good to say it, to tell him to cum in me, to know that there was no longer a barrier between us."

You approached. Your wife welcomed a kiss. A long, slow, deep kiss. You unzipped her dress as your tongues danced. It fell to the floor, leaving her in the lingerie. You stepped back and she leaned against the door. You stared between her legs. You saw a wet spot. A much larger wet spot than usual. Another man's cum had leaked out of your wife's pussy and your cock throbbed at the idea of getting on your knees and licking it up.

"It's okay," she said.

"What?"

"I know what you want, and it's okay. I want it too."

It was an act of love on her part and you accepted it as such. You rushed towards her. You fell to your knees. She looked down and ran her fingers through your hair. She pulled her panties aside. She guided your mouth to her pussy. You tasted his cum. You licked it out of her. You cleaned your first creampie. You devoured it, in fact, and she had an orgasm while you did so.

Cleaning her pussy became a new part of your routine. You never tired of it, either. Your body hummed with arousal as you plunged your tongue inside her, cleaning another man's thick cum from her and swallowing it gleefully.

Most often she would welcome your cock inside her after clean up, though on occasion your wife would mix things up by denying you the pleasure of sex, instead offering a slow handjob while she whispered into your ear about your dedication to licking her boyfriend's cum out of her after he'd so thoroughly satisfied her.

It was your suggestion that led to you wearing condoms when you fucked her. You thought it would be a fun thing to try for one night. You put a box in her purse before her date and asked her to make you wear one when she got back. She sold it well, too, telling you that since her boyfriend tended to make her cum harder than you did that it only made sense that he got to cum inside her and you had to wear a condom. The orgasm you had that night was astonishing, which led to you wearing condoms more often, which eventually led to you wearing them each and every time you fucked her.

Her first overnight with her boyfriend was actually two nights in the form of a weekend getaway. It was a painful few days for you. You worried that she was developing too much of a relationship with him, that they were getting too close, that the emotional attachment was going to be too much.

The second night, she sent you an audio recording of them having sex. She said you could masturbate and cum as you listened. It wasn't the same as watching, but it was awfully close and you treated yourself to four orgasms that night and one more the next morning while listening to the sound of your wife having sex with her boyfriend. Her orgasms - and there were multiple - were thrilling, but each and every time it was him cumming inside her that thrilled you more than anything. You loved hearing her ask him for it. You loved hearing his grunts and groans as he emptied himself inside her. Your orgasms - while alone in your bed - were astonishing.

Then, just a few weeks ago, your wife uttered a sentence you were certain you'd never hear: "Would you like to watch?"

You'd been out to dinner that night but your wife had waited until you were home and grasping a glass of wine while cuddling on the couch before asking.

"You and Erik?" you asked, making sure you were absolutely clear on the question.

"Yes. Would you like to watch Erik fuck me?"

"More than anything."

She kissed your neck. It was soft and romantic, though you couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal. "I'd like you to watch."

"What about Erik?"

"He's on board."

"Really?" You could scarcely contain your excitement, though there was a significant element of surprise, too, given that Erik had always refused to let you watch.

"There's one condition."

It was her smile that made you think you might enjoy the condition.

"What condition?"

Your wife leaned away and turned her body so she could meet your gaze. She ran her hand over your thigh, though she refrained from stroking your cock.

"You can only watch if Erik is trying to get me pregnant."

You heard a low buzzing in your ears and a lightheadedness came over you as you glanced at the wine while wondering if it had been spiked with something. The effect was only temporary, though, a genuine shock at the bomb your wife had just dropped.

"Wait, what?"

She inched closer. "I want to have Erik's baby. Not so I can leave you for him. Not so he can be the father. He'll just be a sperm donor. We'll raise the baby. I just...my body wants Erik to make me a mother. It wants him to get me pregnant. It wants his baby growing inside me and I don't want to ignore what my body wants. This is not a decision that I can make on my own, though."

You stared as your brain struggled to process what your wife had just said. It slowly came together, though. She wanted Erik to get her pregnant. She wanted her boyfriend to get her pregnant. She wanted to have his baby. She wanted to have another man's baby.

"How long have you been thinking about this?" you asked.

"Since he first came inside me. It wasn't a conscious thing. It just happened. Like I said, it was like my body was suddenly overwhelmed by this desire, like having Erik's cum inside me turned on my biological clock."

It was impossible to ignore the notion that your cum - which had been inside your wife's pussy a great many times - had not inspired that desire in her. It was equally impossible to ignore the arousal you felt.

You were struck by the idea that you might have made this happen. After all, you'd licked his cum out of her the first time he'd put it inside her. You'd shown your wife exactly what kind of man you were, just as Erik had shown her what kind of man he was over and over again. As you sat in that realization, your arousal deepened. Your cock got hard without even a hint of direct stimulation.

"I love that you're the way you are," your wife said. "I love that your willingness to share your fantasy led me to Erik, to this lifestyle we've been pursuing, to this lifestyle that has made us both a great deal happier than we've ever been."

That was certainly true. It turns out that a steady diet of truly great sexual encounters is a great way to improve your happiness.

"Having a baby would change things, of course, but I have every intention of continuing to cuckold you," she said. "With Erik. With other men as time goes by. The truth is, I need it. I need to be a hotwife, to explore, to have great sex with other people."

"Do you need to have Erik's baby?"

She shook her head. "No, of course not. I want it, though, and I want you to watch as he impregnates me. I want you to watch as we...as my body gets what it craves, what you helped me understand that I crave."

"You want me to watch another man impregnate my wife?"

"It's the only way I'll do it."

"And Erik's on board with it?"

"He is. He wants to get me pregnant. He really likes the idea of getting a married woman pregnant, actually, and he really likes the idea of helping us start a family even if he can't really be involved."

You set your wine glass down. You inched towards your wife. You kissed her. She kissed you back. She set her wine glass down and leaned back. You moved on top of her. You kissed. You undressed each other. Your throbbing cock rubbed over her pussy lips. You tried to push inside her but she stopped you.

"I'm sorry, but you need to wear a condom," she said. "No more unprotected sex for you, cuckold, especially now that I’m trying to get pregnant with Erik’s baby."

In that moment you felt the most intense arousal of your life and it took every bit of strength you possessed not to fuck her. You backed away, though, and she smiled before playing with her pussy.

"Let's go to the bedroom," you said.

She shook her head. "I want to get pregnant in our bed, so that's where Erik and I will be having sex from now on. I've decided that you won't fuck me in our bed again until I'm pregnant, so go get a condom. I'll wait here."

You walked towards the bedroom with your throbbing dick leading the way. You grabbed a condom and rolled it down your cock. You returned to the living room to find your wife masturbating and playing with her tits. Her eyes were closed and you watched until she noticed you were there and urged you to fuck her.

You crawled on top of her. You slid inside her. She wrapped her legs around you. You made slow, sweet love to your wife while you both thought about her boyfriend getting her pregnant.

You came as hard as you ever have, doing so in a condom and while on your couch because her boyfriend was now the only man that got to have unprotected sex with her in your bed.

You've since watched them fuck. It's even better than you imagined it would be to watch another man cum inside her. It's a pleasure unlike any other, even when it happens while you've been instructed not to touch your cock.

Yes, it's a big decision to let him get her pregnant. No, you're not sure how it will work out in the long run.

You're certain it was the right decision, though, and you couldn't be happier.