Pregnancy Roulette

Literotic asexstories – Pregnancy Roulette by Salirophilia,Salirophilia
When we opened up our marriage, my wife said she’d want to close things up and settle down once we had kids. I always imagined it would be me she’d have children with, but she surprised me with a different proposal.

I’m getting ahead of myself. First, the open marriage. For my part, it was a bust. There aren’t many woman interested in an average-looking, already-married guy. My wife, on the other hand, was met with great success. I guess there’s a lot of guys interested in a slim brunette with perky breasts who wants some no-strings-attached fucking, even if she’s already married. In a matter of months, she had not one, not two, but three steady boyfriends (that’s in addition to me, her husband).

Opening up our marriage was supposed to spice up our sex life, but it just put a damper on things for me. When it had just been the two of us, my wife was usually pretty adventurous in bed, always willing to try new positions, and fucking me enthusiastically several times a week. When she got her first boyfriend, things slowed down for us. Now, she was spending the night with him on a regular basis, and when she was with me, she’d say she was tired and just lie there. At least I could do what I wanted with her, and once she came home my jealousy would compel me to thrust forcefully into her already-fucked pussy while pushing her ankles to her ears. When she got her second boyfriend, however, my wife began to place restrictions on what I could do. She was too sore to be fucked roughly, she’d say, so I had to be gentle. Once I got inside her, she would only allow me to move extremely slowly. On top of it, her pussy was usually so stretched out I could barely feel anything. Still, the thought of her going out and fucking two other guys, despite–or perhaps because it was so humiliating–turned me on so much I’d usually cum in a matter of minutes. At least I was still getting laid, even if the sex left a lot to be desired.

Things became intolerable when my wife somehow managed to get a third boyfriend. She was almost never at home, and when I did spend time with her she was so tired from sleepless nights fucking she’d practically pass out immediately. In the course of six months, the most physical intimacy I had with my wife were two half-hearted handjobs. Meanwhile, I could tell from the hickies on her neck, her often-ripped clothing, and her diminishing supply of panties (she said her boyfriends like to keep souvenirs) that she was living a life of frequent, passionate lovemaking. It was too much, and I finally asked my wife to close our marriage again.

She agreed, but on one condition. She wanted to have a grand finale before settling down with me and raising a family. But, just to make things interesting, she added an element of chance to the event. I still remember her going over the rules that day.

“OK, Zack,” she said to me. “I’m off the pill, and this is the most fertile day of my cycle. Now, you and my boyfriends will get to fuck me all night. Once I’m pregnant–I’m sure I’ll be knocked up by tomorrow morning, but we can always have another try next month–I’ll get a paternity test. Whoever the father is will get a week on a luxury cruise with me, paid by the losers. And there will be other forfeits for the losers, chosen by the winner. Zack, if you win, not only will my boyfriends never get to see me again, but they’ve agreed to share their future wives and girlfriends with you. Alvin’s forfeit is that the losers have to write public blog posts about how he is manlier than them and outcompeted them in fertility. Bertrand’s forfeit is that the losers have to get humiliating tattoos. And Carl’s forfeit is that the losers have to live as women for a year. That means wearing a dress or skirt every day.”

“And panties and bras,” added Carl.

“Zack, as my loving husband, you may go first,” said my wife. I had been waiting so long, it was all I could do not to cum in my pants. I actually managed undress and enter my wife before ejaculating, but I came the instant I got in her.

“That’s all?” my wife said as I withdrew my wilting cock.

“Now I can see why you opened things up,” said Alvin as he approached my wife. “You need someone in your life who knows how to satisfy a woman.”

“I sure do,” said my wife. She didn’t even try to defend me. Instead, she started passionately kissing Alvin while stroking his cock. Already, I could see he was bigger than me. Not just longer, but thicker too. No wonder my wife was always so worn out.

Alvin got my wife on her back and was soon thrusting in and out of her. “Fuck me good, baby,” my wife said between moans of lust. “Fuck me deep. Put a baby in me–oh! Ah!” she began to cry out in pleasure while Alvin grunted, pumping her with his seed.

I was hard again and approached my wife, but she pushed me away. “Not your turn yet, honey,” she said to me as she began to straddle Bertrand. “Mmmm…your cock feels so good in there,” she said to him, ignoring me completely as she sat on his thick tool. Even from the brief glimpse I had before my wife took him into her, I could see that he too was bigger than me. “Oh, I’m going to miss riding you,” said my wife. “I hope you win, so I can one last week with you.” She didn’t say anything else, because she spend the rest of the time making out with Bertrand. She kissed him even more passionately than she had kissed Alvin. Their kisses even seemed more than just passionate. They were loving. All the time they embraced, Bertrand and my wife were caressing each other. He may have been balls-deep in my wife’s pussy, with his tongue halfway down her throat, but I was most jealous of the tender way Bertrand stroked every part of my wife’s body and the way she returned the favor.

Bertrand lasted longer than Alvin, probably because they weren’t fucking. They were, I had to admit, making love. But eventually, they did cum, their hands gripping each other more tightly, my wife moaning into Bertrand’s mouth as their kisses continued even through their mutual orgasm. Bertrand and my wife stayed in their embrace for several minutes, cuddling while his cock shrank and withdrew from her dripping pussy.

All of a sudden, my wife’s demeanor changed. “You’re up next, Carl,” she said in a deep, throaty voice. She got on all fours, displaying her pussy to Carl. I saw the look on her face change to one of excitement and anticipation. Behind her, I saw the source of her excitement. Carl’s cock was absolutely huge. It must have been a foot long, and as thick around as a soda can. Despite his size, Carl had no problem fitting his tool in my wife’s pussy. Getting fucked three times must have stretched her out and provided her with plenty of lubrication. As Carl started fucking my wife, a look of undisguised lust came over her face. She was enjoying this on a purely physical level, I realized. Enjoying having her most intimate area stretched and fucked.

As Carl fucked my wife, she grunted with each thrust. Then, her grunts turned to moans, the kind of moans she has when cumming. Carl continued to fuck her through her orgasm, and she returned to her grunts. Then, moans again. She was cumming over and over on his cock. After my wife had climaxed three times, Carl started to grunt, signaling his own orgasm. By now, my wife was beyond words. She just moaned gutturally as he filled her up. Drool dripped down her chin, but she paid it no mind, her eyes fluttering and hands twitching as she was driven to yet another orgasm. Carl’s ejaculation seemed to go on and on. He had stopped thrusting and just focused on driving as deep as possible into her pussy. I saw semen drip from between my wife’s legs as she was filled beyond capacity.

Carl withdrew, and more semen flowed from my wife’s overstretched pussy, coating her inner thighs and even forming a puddle beneath her. She sat in the puddle, breathing heavily like she had just run a marathon and smiling–well, smiling like she had just had the best sex of her life, which I suspected she had.

My eyes traveled from my wife’s face to her lap, where I saw her pussy gaping open. Her labia were red and inflamed and no longer met, revealing the pink, glistening depths of her well-fucked vagina. Her thighs were glossy with sweat and cum, and even her pubic hair had globs of cum in it.

“Your turn again, sweetie.” My wife had caught me staring at her abused cunt and, rather than being angry or embarrassed, had invited me to continue the gangbang. My wife lay back and I re-entered her, but she barely paid me any attention. Instead, she had Alvin’s cock in one hand and Bertrand’s in the other, and she smiled at her boyfriends as she pulled and stroked their stiffening cocks.

While my wife was occupied with her task, I was experiencing the physical effects of her gangbang firsthand. Her pussy was now stretched so wide, I could barely feel her vaginal walls. And her pussy had a different texture than what I was used to. It wasn’t just wet with her juices. It was _slimy_ inside. It felt like that, I realized, because it was filled with four loads of semen, three of which weren’t my own. That thought filled me with disgust, but also arousal, and I soon found myself adding a fifth load to my wife’s cum-filled pussy.

My cock was still twitching when my wife pushed me off of her and turned to face Alvin, her legs and arms spead open. “Yes…that’s better,” said my wife as he started fucking her, and I blushed at the comparison.

Alvin lasted much longer than me, and I was hard again by the time he finished. After he pulled out, my wife got on her hands and knees. “Fuck me from behind,” she said to Bertrand, with a horny, devilish grin on her face that I’d never seen before today. “Fuck me like an animal!” Bertrand complied, and soon I was watching my wife’s breasts swing with each thrust.

I was so turned on by the sight that my erection grew and I began to absentmindedly touch myself. My wife caught my eye and said, “How’d you like to cut in line?” I nodded my assent, but my throbbing cock probably communicated my desire more effectively. My wife beckoned me over. I walked toward her, and then tried to go around her, thinking that she would tell Bertrand to let me have a turn. But when I got to my wife, she grabbed my cock and placed it in her mouth.

This action was unexpected, but no unwelcome, and I closed my eyes, enjoying what I found to be the best blowjob of my life. Even the sound of another man thrusting his cock into my wife’s pussy and the smell of three other men’s cum mixed with my wife’s juices couldn’t ruin exquisite sensation of my wife using her mouth to pleasure my cock. One moment, she was gently sucking my cock, the next running her tongue along it, and the next bobbing her head up and down, like she wanted her mouth to be fucked. It had been years since my wife had given me a blowjob, and that had been a halfhearted sucking done with a sense of obligation. What I was receiving now was a world apart: a lustful dedication to pleasuring my cock with every technique imaginable. My appreciation of the blowjob was interrupted by the realization that getting fucked by so many men must have both given my wife the inclination to become a champion cocksucker and the practice to hone her skills. I felt my cheeks blush with embarrassment as I came to the conclusion that the pleasure I was feeling was evidence of my wife’s sluttiness and my inadequacies as a lover. Still, the humiliation only served to increase my arousal, and I soon found myself cumming uncontrollably in my wife’s mouth.

My orgasm had only started to crest when my wife pushed me off of her. I continued squirting cum, most of it landing on her tits, while she spat, the liquid from her mouth arcing over towards my head. When I felt the hot mixture of her saliva and my cum hit my face and tasted the salty liquid in my mouth, I started cumming even harder. My cock’s pumping intensified and the last few spurts of semen landed on my wife’s cheeks, in her laughing mouth (dripping cum on her chin) and in her hair. My wife’s laughs turned to moans and I realized my wife was having her own orgasm as Bertrand pumped another load into her pussy.

The rest of the night proceeded in much the same way. I lost count of the times my wife’s three boyfriends fucked her. I came twice in her hand, once more in her mouth, and one final time in her pussy. As I thrust away at her loose, slimy pussy, my wife was passionately making out with one of the guys, I think either Alvin or Bertrand. I felt so humiliated I wanted to cry, but I powered through and squeezed a few drops of my semen into my wife’s wrecked cunt. When I pulled my cock out, it was coated with the other men’s cum. My wife continued to fuck them through the night while I, a tired, sticky mess, drifted off to sleep.

* * *

The gangbang was six months ago. It was no surprise when my wife missed her next period. After that, the wait for a paternity test was agonizing. When we finally got the results, I was blown away.

OK, since I am writing this post, you probably guessed it was Alvin who won. Now, I have to write this story so everyone can know he is much more manly than I am, and he knocked up my wife. But what you can’t see is that on the insides of my thighs are tattooed the words “Cucked Hubby”. Yes, Bertrand also knocked up my wife. And everyone who meets me sees the tattoos because of the short skirts I have to wear. That’s right, Carl also knocked up my wife. She is pregnant with triplets, one conceived with each of her boyfriends.

I’m writing this now, wearing a flowery dress, while my wife is packing for her cruise. She is huge now. Even though she’s not due for another three months, she’s put on a good 70 pounds. She wears crop tops everywhere, flaunting her illegitimate pregnancy and showing off the stretch marks lining her huge belly.

My wife comes downstairs. She’s wearing a minimalist bikini that reveals how fat her ass has gotten and how much her boobs have started to sag. “I’m going to miss you,” she says, giving me a kiss. I taste semen on her lips. It’s not mine. I haven’t gotten so much as a blowjob since that night. Meanwhile, she’s been fucking and sucking her boyfriends nonstop. She said she “bonded” with them too much to give them up. Now, she’s going on this cruise with all three of them. I’ll be staying at home, even though I’m paying for the whole thing.

After everything, our marriage is still open. So, maybe I still have a chance of getting laid. If you know me in real life, then this post will explain the sudden cross-dressing and the tattoos. If you don’t know me, well, at least you’ll recognize me if we happen to meet. Again, the cross-dressing and tattoos are a major giveaway. Basically, what I’m saying is: is there anyone out there willing to give a girly, cuckolded man a sympathy fuck? You can stop by my place any time in the next three weeks. My wife said she doesn’t mind. For her part, she’s planning on giving up her anal virginity during the cruise.

The End