Re: Wife Having Lover’s Child

It has been almost two weeks now that my wife and her lover have started down the road of making a child together, and it is only now that I can bring myself to describe the night that we committed ourselves to this journey.  Carol had texted Onye while he was in Nigeria telling him of the decision and that we were going to have a little ceremony to mark the occasion, his reply was that he was extremely happy about the decision and that he would bring her a lovely present to mark the occasion.

At heart, my wife is a soft romantic and as I have said before, she knows me very well. “I want you to be there for the first time when he has me in this new arrangement,” she said to me one evening while we were discussing what she would wear, “And I want you to give me to him, and stay to watch us make a baby.”

My heart almost stopped as she said the words and all I could do was sit open mouthed at the suggestion.

“Oh yes! Onye is all for it as well. He says it is only right that a husband should know who is fathering his wife’s children,” she continued.

She knew instinctively that it was what I wanted above all, to play the role of the humiliated cuckold and watch as another man plants his own seed in his wife. My body trembled and my voice quavered as I replied that it was more than I could wish for. “I shall give him a present too. On the night of the ceremony.” I said to Carol who smiled warmly and tenderly at me.

“And I shall have one for you my Love.” She replied with a mischievous smile on her face.

Carol and I thought long and hard about how she would present herself to her lover on the night. Should she be just naked for him, or dressed like an African Bride, or black basque and stockings, or white virginal? I knew she would look stunning in whatever she wore. We settled for white virgin and spent a wonderful afternoon (and a small fortune) buying the beautiful things she would wear for Onye’s pleasure.

The afternoon before his arrival, Carol had her hair done; she shaved her pussy and then showered. As I towelled her dry I could smell the expensive body wash she had used; it was mine and Onye’s favourite. Like a good cuckold should, I helped Carol into the white silk stockings that encased her leg to mid way up her thigh and then fastened the catches from the shiny suspender belt to the stocking top. Kneeling before her I checked to see that everything was perfect and with my face just inches away from her pink pussy, I couldn’t help it but I leaned forward and kissed her there. Her reaction was to lean forward and kiss the top of my head. “You are the perfect hubby my love,” she whispered, “but I always knew you would be.”

Stepping away, she held out the beautiful see-through white dress for me to carefully lift over her shoulders. She looked beautiful, like a virgin going to her first lover, which is a minor triumph given the number of men she has had over the years.

Ten minutes later the bell rang, and it was Onye standing at the door with a big smile on his face.

“Carol would like you to go to the bedroom and undress please,” I told him “and then we can begin.”

In the bedroom, Onye stood naked in front of me; his large manhood already showing signs of excitement at the thought of what was to follow.

“I have two questions to ask you Onye, and please answer honestly.” He nodded – intrigued.

“My wife is in love with you and wants to have your child. Is this your wish too?”

“Yes. It is!” he replied

“And will you continue to be her Lover, still make love to her and not abandon her when her body is stretched and full with your child?”

“Of course I will. It is what a man wants; to plant his seed in his woman and see it grow. I want her to have many of my sons and daughters. She was born to be the mother of my children!” he said in a strong manly way.

I nearly fainted at this revelation that he wanted to give her many children, but I was committed and so was Carol. I wondered if she knew of Onye’s intentions; silly question really – of course she did.

I led Carol in to the bedroom and I heard Onye gasp at her beauty and the sight of her near naked body though the thin material of the dress.

“I have two presents for you Onye. The first is this key.” I handed him the key to our front door which he took with a look of gratitude, the meaning of the present was as clear to him as it was to Carol. ‘My House is your House and My Wife is Your Wife’.

“And the other present is my wife, who I now give to you”. As I spoke, I stepped behind her and gently undid the white ribbon at the back and let the dress fall to the floor. Carol immediately stepped out of the dress and pressed her body against his and kissed him deeply on the lips.

“Please kneel,” Onye said quietly to her “I have something for you as well.”

Reaching behind him he pulled a large thick gold chain from a velvet bag.  As she bent her head he placed it around her neck and fastened it at the back and I understood the meaning of it immediately. She now belonged to him, and she knew it and her smile, as she turned to me, told me so.

“Your present is on the table behind you on the table. It’s my gift of love to you,” she said as she turned back towards Onye’s large cock.

As I unwrapped the small present I watched as her lips and tongue worked on his manhood and the reaction was immediate as it grew and raised its shiny head to above his navel. The present was heavy and I gasped in surprise when the device fell out into my hand; it was a cuckold’s penis restraint just like the one that I normally wear, but in pure gold.  I had worn a plastic one when I was first cuckolded, a small (very small) cage type and the bright shiny one that I wore then, but I had always wanted a gold cage.  The key to my restraint, that Carol normally kept, was included in the package so I slipped out of the room and quickly changed into the new one and brought the new key with me.

When I returned Onye and Carol were on the bed and kissing passionately; quietly I knelt beside them and placed the golden key on the cabinet by the bed. And there I stayed, holding my pretty wife’s hand as her Lover entered her, whispering words of love and encouragement as he started moving in and out of her, slowly at first as a good lover should.

Within a short space of time, their passion started to take over and she withdrew her had from mine and wrapped her arms around him, then her silky white legs moved up and hooked together across his back.  My wife and her Lover were as one. Connected emotionally and physically they were a wonderful, beautiful sight and I was so proud of her at that moment.

The pleasure and love they felt was clear to me as she spoke gentle words of love to him, encouraging him to go faster and harder.

Eventually, even the best of lovers must erupt and the moment when it came was noisy, spectacular and very emotional for us all. Knowing him, just as a real woman should know her man, she could feel his need rising and reacted by pushing him on until he arched his back and roared as he ejaculated into her. Her screams of passion and fulfilment and his loud bellowing continued for a minute or so and then silence as their lust was slated.

Had I just witnessed the conception of our (Carol, Onye’s and mine) new son or daughter?  Maybe or maybe not, but the moment was symbolic and precious to us all three.

I knew it was then time for me to depart and to leave Carol and Onye to their intimate moment together. As I looked back at them, Carol looked at me and smiled. Glancing across at the little gold key she smiled again, and we both knew that everything would be O.K. from now on.

As I have written before, my preference is to listen to my wife with her lover so that is now what I do even under these circumstances.  I have described my feelings above (a little out of sequence perhaps) when I hear them both together now that they are trying for a baby, but I promise I shall relay just how I feel when (if) we find out that my wife is pregnant from her Lover.