A fictional story about an arranged impregnation.

I’ve edited this several times, so I hope I got it right lol. I hope you enjoy it.

Lena’s arranged impregnation.

The three of us had come to an agreement that was to be finalized this evening, and I was to witness the pairing as agreed upon.

The chair’s wooden slats pressed against my back through the thin cotton of my robe, my panties showing through the gap in the robe, panties that Nola had me wearing for over 7 months. I’d positioned the chair myself, three feet from the foot of the bed, angled slightly so I could see their faces, so I could see “everything” like a cuckold would.

Lena was sitting on the edge of the mattress, her blonde hair loose, the way he’d requested. She wore the ivory chemise I’d bought her for our anniversary three years ago. The one she’d never wore for me again after that night of my failed attempt at “making love” to my bride.

She was looking at the doorway, at “him”, her wonderful lover.

“You’re sure,” she said. Not a question. A statement she needed to hear herself say one last time.

I nodded because my throat was too tight for words.

The bedroom door swung wider. David stepped through the doorway.

He was everything I wasn’t, taller by four inches, shoulders that filled the doorframe like a real man, hands that looked like they could reshape stone. He wore only grey joggers slung low on his hips and his massive chest showed the power that he had inside of him.

“Evening, Mrs. Calloway”, his voice was a low rumble, like thunder too far away to be dangerous. “Evening, Tom.”

I managed something that might have been a grunt but more like a whimper.

Lena’s chest rose and fell as her breathing became deeper. Her nipples were already hard against the silk.

David crossed the room in four unhurried strides, the floorboards barely murmured his weight. When he reached the bed, he didn’t touch her immediately, he just stood there, looking down at my wife with an expression I saw as an animalistic hunger, and yet, something almost tender and emotionally loving.

“Last chance to change your mind” he said.

“I want this” Lena’s voice was steadier than mine had ever been. “I want you inside of me, take me lover.”

He reached down and his knuckles brushed her collarbone, tracing a slow line to the strap of her chemise and Her breath hitched. My fingers gripped the chair arms as I knew I was witnessing a true Alpha male about to mate with my beautiful young wife.

“Tom” David said, not turning around, “you remember the rules?”

“I remember” I replied.

No touching, no speaking unless spoken to and I will be the only person she sees, before I take your beautiful wife as my own. You no longer have any part of Lena’s sexual needs and only I will be breeding her from this moment on. I weakly said “I understand and agree”, then she breathed heavily again and said in a whisper “I will belong to you only my love”.

The strap slipped off her shoulder, then the other. The chemise pooled at her waist, and David made a sound that was low, appreciative, almost reverent. I tried to swallow but my mouth was very dry.

“Beautiful.” Just one word, it landed in the room like a stone in still water.

Lena’s eyes fluttered closed. Her lips parted as he bent to kiss her, and I stopped breathing.

It wasn’t the kind of kiss I gave her, you know, the hasty pecks that most of us cuckolds give our beautiful wives, like during the distracted goodnights. His mouth claimed her slowly, deliberately, his thumb along her jaw tilting her face upward. I watched his tongue slide past her teeth and heard her soft moan catch in her throat.

Time stretched, distorted. I was aware of my heartbeat loud in my temples, the ache in my clenched jaw, the growing dampness in my crotch from my tiny, rock hard, useless cock.

When he pulled back, a thread of saliva connected them then broke.

“Lie back” David murmured.
and she obeyed like he’d spoken a language her body already knew and was waiting for.

He removed the chemise entirely, then he removed her beautiful panties I had paid for, unlike the pair of plain white cotton underwear she wore to bed the night before because she knew that she didn’t need to wear anything special for her sexually useless husband, not that I would have tried knowing how much she didn’t like sex with me anyway. I knew I was terrible at sex, I was only 4 inches when hard, as thick as my thumb and came in less than two minutes, which always left my lady desperately needing more, needing better.

His fingers hooked beneath the waistband and drew them down her legs with the patience of someone unwrapping a gift he’d waited years to open, even though he had been enjoying her “gift” for almost a year.

This night she was two months past the last time she used birth control, and he used condoms the whole time.

She was bare before him and before me, the lamplight made her skin shine a golden sheen.

David straightened and his joggers and they fell to the floor, he wore no underwear beneath them.

My wife made a sound I’d never heard before when we were still having sex, an almost bird like coo and a mild groan. I was mesmerized and jealous, he was so thick and very long and already gleaming at the tip. I found myself getting wet in the crotch of my panties, a response from viewing my wife’s very wet sex with the knowledge of what he was about to do. Everything about him said “I am her man, her lover, her “mate”.

He climbed onto the bed. Positioned himself above her, forearms bracketing her shoulders, knees spreading her thighs gently but wide open. The head of his cock brushed her stomach and Lena whimpered in anticipation and I almost fainted as I saw the look of what I felt was utmost love in her eyes as she looked into his eyes.

“Look at your husband Lena”

She turned her head and her eyes found mine, her blue and bright eyes were looking at me but I could see that they were truly looking somewhere far away from me.

“Tell him what this is”

“This is” Her voice frayed, “This is what we agreed upon, what I desire.”

“Tell him what I’m going to do”

Her tongue wet her lips. “You’re going to give me a baby”

The words hit my chest like a physical blow, I rubbed myself through the gap in the robe, through my panties, I just couldn’t help it.

David smiled and he kissed her throat. “Good girl”

He reached between their bodies and lined himself up with her vagina. I could see it, see the broad, engorged cock head pressing against her lovely pink slit, I could see the way her vagina opened for him, the way her hips rose to meet him.

The first inch disappeared and Lena shuttered and said “Oh my god, please go slow baby”.

“Shh,” he breathed softly, “Relax and Let me in.”

Another inch, another sound, this one lower, coming from somewhere deep inside of her. Her hands came up to his back, fingers splayed across muscle, nails biting into skin.

“Oh fuck” she whispered. “Oh fuck, you’re so—”

“I know.” he whispered as he pushed deeper into her married pussy. “Take it, all of it”. I knew that their words were more for me to hear than for each other, for me to understand who the Alpha was in the room, the man who Lena was truly in love with and wanted with all of her being.

My beautiful young wife’s legs wrapped around the waist of her lover, her ankles crossed above the small of his back, and I watched her beautiful, soft, vagina stretching open even more, to accommodate the full length and girth of his manhood. I watched her face transform from pain to pleasure and something like surrender merging into a single expression I’d never seen before, and I visualized her doing much the same every time they made love before this evening.

I knew her every mood, every look, or at least I thought I did, this one was new to me, this one wasn’t one I ever thought I would see.

He bottomed out in my wife, which I could tell by the look on her face, and he held her there. Lena was panting, her breasts glistening with the first sheen of sweat I ever saw on her.

“Tom,” David said, his voice strained but controlled, “she’s squeezing my cock so tight, you feel that cuckold? Do you feel in your soul how she’s pulling me in deeper? I’m betting she’s never done this to you!” Lena didn’t say a word, she just closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly as she moved her head from side to side as if saying “no”.

I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t move.

He withdrew from her pussy, then slammed back into her.

The sound was very wet and almost obscene. It filled the room as the bedframe creaked as if it was objecting, Lena’s sharp gasps as well as the rhythmic slap of skin on skin made my panties dark from the ever increasing wetness. David fucked my lovely wife with the precision of someone who knew exactly what he was doing, each thrust angled upward, drawing sounds from my bride that I’d never been able to coax from her at any time, not that I even tried really.

“Right there,” she sobbed. “David, right fucking there”

“I know where it is baby” His voice was almost amused most likely because he knew that she’s never said that to me “ever”. “I’ve got you baby”.

David’s pace was quickening, his breath roughening and becoming louder. Lena’s nails raked red lines down his spine with every hard, deep thrust. Her head tipped back, her throat bared, the long column of her neck flushed and gorgeous.

My hand was inside my robe now as I played with my tiny excuse for a cock, I hated myself for it knowing that I was witnessing a real man taking my wife forever, yet I Couldn’t stop because I knew it was so real and it was so amazingly beautiful.

“You close?” David grunted.

“Yes — yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop—”

He stopped.

Her eyes flew open in disbelief and desperation. “DAVID”

“Look at him” He nodded toward my chair, “Right now, Look at your cuckold husband while you orgasm from my cock.”

She turned her head and met my gaze, and in her eyes I saw everything, I saw love and I saw pity. I also saw a hunger I’d never seen, all tangled together in the pale light of the room.

David drove into her again, harder, deeper with every thrust, a rhythm like a fist pounding on a door is the best way I can describe it.

Her mouth opened and a sound came out that might have been my name, might have been his, might have been no name at all. It was just a raw, keening cry that splintered into silence as her body seized and convulsed.

I watched the muscles in her stomach moving inward and out again rapidly, and I watched her toes curl. I Watched her come apart around a cock that wasn’t mine, her back arching off the mattress, her fingers twisting and pulling at the sheets, her face, oh my God, her face contorted in a such a way that it looked like agony.

And still he moved, slowing now, deepening, drawing out every aftershock while she quivered beneath him.

“That’s it,” David breathed lightly, lips against her ear. “That’s my good girl, now comes the real part”

He lifted his head and found my eyes across the dim room.

“You wanted this” he said, it wasn’t a question.

“Yes”

“Say it”

“I want you to get her pregnant, please impregnate my wife.”

David smiled with a slow, knowing curve of his mouth that made my stomach drop.

“Then watch carefully how a real man takes care of your lovely wife, how a real man creates a baby in your lovely wife.” His words excited me but also made me stop breathing for a moment.

His hips picked up speed again, faster this time, more urgent. Lena was still trembling, oversensitive, making small broken noises with every thrust. He drove into her with singular purpose, the wet sounds getting louder, the bed slamming against the wall.

“Deep” he grunted, “I’m going to come so deep inside you, I’m going to fill you up all the way, I’m going to breed you baby, and give you my child”.

Lena’s breath caught on a sob.

His rhythm shattered and turned erratic. His spine bowed, every muscle standing out in sharp relief, and he pressed himself flush against her, burying himself to the hilt with his pelvic bone tight against hers.

A groan tore from his chest, low and guttural and completely unlike anything I’d ever heard, almost animalistic. I watched his body pulse, watched the slight jerk of his hips as he emptied his semen into her, rope after rope, the release he’d been building toward since the moment he walked through our bedroom door with the intension of taking my wife permanently as we agreed upon.

Lena’s hand cupped the back of his neck and held him there.

The room was silent except for their ragged breathing.

When David finally pulled out slowly, almost reluctantly, a thick white trickle followed from her gaping pussy, pooling onto the sheets beneath my wife’s lovely thighs.

She didn’t move to clean it, she didn’t move at all. She just lay there, one hand resting on her belly, her chest still heaving.

David rolled onto his side then kissed her shoulder just like a husband would do after making love, like I never did.

“Give it a few minutes” he said, “Let it take”

My lovely wife just nodded and closed her eyes.

I sat in the chair, my own arousal untouched by my wife and forgotten. I spent the next few minutes watching another man’s seed drip onto my, our marital bed and I felt empty but so happy, and knew that this would be repeated many more times in the future, but without me as a witness, ever again.

A Very Happy Cuckold