My Wife the Surrogate

Author's Notes: It's been a while since I've revisited this story. I had several comments and emails about it and the idea for a part 2 has been rattling around in my brain for a while. I really hope you enjoy it and as always remember; this is just a story and if you don't like stories like this, then please don't read them or give harsh comments for no reason.

A HUGE shout out to mydeepsix for his help and ideas for this story. Without him, it wouldn't be as great as it is. If you haven't read his work, I suggest you do. There is some amazing stories in his works.

I just to write this part in first person from the point of view of Bill the husband.

This story has a wife getting pregnant by another man. It does have some cuckolding cliches and a little of a non confrontational Main Character, so if you aren't into those things, please feel free to go onto another story.

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My Wife the Surrogate Part 2

It has been over 2 years since my wife Angie had slept with her best friend's husband Brad to get pregnant. They did it so that Brad and his wife, the closest thing that Angie had to family, Michelle, could start a family.

We had planned everything and for the most part it went off without a hitch. It took about 3 months of them hooking up every Saturday night and Sunday morning until she was pregnant. They couldn't afford IVF so it was done the old fashioned way. However, it always started with me getting my wife aroused and giving her an orgasm while Michelle got Brad ready with a blowjob in the next room. Then once they were both ready, they would come together to have sex. We tried to make it as clinical as possible to reduce any jealousy or issues. This included me having sex with my wife afterwards each time to reclaim her. I had to wear a condom, but the sex was enough to keep us both close and kept any emotional issues at bay.

About 3 months after the birth of their child, my wife Angie once asked me while we were alone if I had any regrets or issues with what happened to allow Brad and Michelle to have a family.

I had been drinking scotch and before I thought I blurted out "Well it would have been nice to at least had sex with Michelle once."

Although I thought it was funny, the look on my wife's face showed that she wasn't as enthusiastic about my answer as I was. But she just let it go, and it was never mentioned again.

However, once their child was about 2, Angie mentioned that her and Michelle had spoken, and she mentioned that they wanted another child if possible and was basically asking if I would be okay with Angie being a surrogate again. When they approached me, I made the comment "I guess I have to buy some condoms again."

When Angie and Brad were trying to get her pregnant, I still had made love with Angie once or twice during the week. However, I had to use a condom to ensure that the baby belonged to Brad. So, while I was making love to my wife a few times a week during the week, Brad was filling her up as much as possible every Saturday night and Sunday morning for almost 3 months.

So, when Michelle asked Angie about having another child, seeing the love and hope in her eyes, Angie couldn't say anything but absolutely. Angie had admitted that she loved being pregnant and all of the sex was just an added bonus to giving Michelle and Brad the family that they craved.

So just like the first time, plans were made, and Angie went off birth control.

We planned the date to start for 2 weeks in the future. Since our children were a little older now, Angie wanted to make arrangements for them to stay at my parents' house.

Unfortunately, that's when the plan changed slightly.

Angie informed me that since my parents lived about 3 hours away, they usually kept the kids for a whole week when they got them. While this wasn't ideal for Brad and Angie to hook up every Saturday night, it would mean we had to work hard to get Angie pregnant as quickly as possible.

Since Michelle didn't have any family, her and Angie devised a plan.

Brad would come stay with Angie in our guest room for the week. Michelle would come over each night and bring her son and the five of us would eat dinner together and hang out a little. However, at the end of the night, Michelle would take their son home, I would retire to the master bedroom and Angie would stay with Brad.

I was taken back at first and even suggested trying alternative methods to getting Angie pregnant. I did research and talked to Angie and Michelle about using a test tube, which would be less expensive than IVF or even trying with a turkey baster first to limit or even prevent the week long sex fest in our guest room.

Angie out right refused to do anything but get pregnant by having lots of sex with Brad. She joked again about the fact that she loved to be pregnant, but the extra sex was an added bonus. Sleeping with Brad in the same bed would increase the number of times and opportunities to have sex and increase the chance of her getting pregnant.

I wasn't 100% on board with this because it would mean I would go without sleeping beside Angie during that week, but I was willing to make sacrifices to give them another child. Angie assured me that we would still find time to be husband and wife and I wouldn't even miss the time she was spending with Brad.

So, when Sunday came, I got up early and drove the kids to my parent's house while Angie got the guest room ready and was fixing up the house in preparation for the week to come.

As always, when you spend time with your parents, it always takes longer than you anticipated. Dad wanted to show me the latest things he was working on, Mom wanted me to fill her in with everything going on in our lives. It was nice and I loved my parents, but I had to basically tear myself away after a few hours.

So, since I stayed later than I meant to, I hit some traffic coming back. It was getting late in the evening when I got a call from Angie wondering where I was.

"Sorry I'm late, I'm still about an hour and a half out. I got hung up in traffic and I couldn't get away from my parents."

Angie just laughed knowing that my parents loved to talk and getting away from them was certainly a challenge.

The laughter seemed to disappear from Angie's voice as a little uncertainty came in. I knew she was having a problem with whatever she wanted to tell me. "No problem, babe. I just wanted to tell you that Michelle just left to go put the baby down. So, if it's okay with you, Brad and I might just go onto bed as well."

My head started to spin a little. I mean I knew what they were planning to do, but I just assumed it would be as clinical as it was last time. This wasn't what I expected, but at this point there really wasn't anything I could say. I had already agreed to this coupling, even if my plans were a little different. I just muttered an "Okay have fun." before I caught myself.

Angie paused for a second as Brad said something in the background I couldn't hear. Then her laughter was back when she said "I plan to. Love you and be safe coming home.

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Knowing that I would be on my own for the rest of the evening and not really wanting to sit around listening to them screw each other, I stopped and had dinner on my way back. I was trying not to think about what Angie and Brad were doing but every so often something would remind me. The couple kissing in the corner booth, the pregnant waitress or even the young couple holding hands. It had my stomach so upset that ate a little of my meal and left heading home leaving most of it untouched.

When I arrived home the house was dark. I parked my car behind Brad's truck and went in the front door quietly. I could hear some faint music coming from down the hall assuming it was the guest room.

The way that our house was laid out, all the bedrooms were in the same hall with the master being at the end of the hallway. This meant I had to walk by the other bedrooms, including the guest room to go to sleep.

Without thinking I just started down the hallway. As I got closer, I heard the soft romantic music playing and then the moans and grunts from Brad and Angie. As I got closer to the bedroom, I then started to hear their conversation.

Angie: "Oh yes! Just like that! That feels so good."

Brad: "You are so tight! I could look at your gorgeous body all night."

Angie: "Well for the next week you get to see it every night!"

My mind was spinning a little and as I walked past the doorway, I noticed it wasn't closed all the way. I glanced in to see my wife Angie riding on top of Brad and bouncing up and down on his cock. She had her hair tossed back and a look of satisfaction on her face. Brad was laying on the bed looking up at her while his left hand was cupping her ass, and his right hand was groping her breast.

They truly looked like they were enjoying themselves. That's when I was brought out of my trance when Angie shouted, "I'm cumming!"

As she tensed up and started to shake, Brad grunted and unloaded inside of her arching his back and pushing her up off the bed with his climax. Once she was done, Angie fell forward onto Brad and then two embraced and kissed.

Not wanting to be caught, I quickly went on down the hall to the master bedroom, closed the door and went into the bathroom. I washed my face and took a moment to look into the mirror. Was this going too far? Or was this just the two of them enjoying themselves a little while they made a baby? After all, if Angie was going to carry the baby for nine months, wasn't she entitled to a little fun during the process?

The music had stopped, and I heard the water running in the other bathroom that was off the guest room, so I assumed they were getting ready for bed. That's when I noticed that most of Angie's stuff was gone off the bathroom sink. I went over and noticed some of her clothes were gone from the closet. It seemed like she had moved into the guest room and bath for the week. I was pretty sure we hadn't discussed this part, so I wasn't sure what to do. Part of my was hurt while the other part was pissed.

My questions wouldn't leave me, but this was only going to last a week. I also knew that Angie loved me, and Michelle really wanted another child so in the end, I tried to justify everything and put it out of my mind.

I had to work tomorrow, so I started getting ready for bed. Just as I was leaving my bathroom, I heard the music start again. Assuming that they were getting ready for round two, I went back to the medicine cabinet, and took a sleeping aid to try and get some rest.

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Monday morning, I was up early and did my regular routine. As I was heading to the kitchen, I noticed the door to the guest room was open. I glanced in as I went by and noticed that the candles were mostly out but a lot shorter than before. The room reeked of sex and clothes were all over the floor, including a red baby doll Teddy that Angie really liked to wear when she wanted to turn me on.

Brad was laying in the bed on his back sleeping. Angie was laying on her stomach snuggled up with her head on his chest. The sheet was only up to their hips, and I was staring at Angie's beautiful naked back as she was softly snoring and looked content. It was apparent that they were naked under the sheet.

I started some coffee and made some toast trying to hurry to get out of the house before they woke up. However, the coffee smell was like a siren's call to my wife, and she came padding into the kitchen in a robe a few minutes later.

"Hey you! I didn't hear you come in last night." She said while wiping her eyes. She came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek while she was reaching for a coffee cup.

"I believe you were busy and otherwise engaged when I got here."

Angie at least had the decency to look a little embarrassed with that remark. But she quickly recovered and asked about my day.

"I have a busy one so I might be late tonight." I'm not sure why I said that or why I suddenly felt the need to not be at home or around them. I didn't have these feelings last time; however, I will admit Michelle and I were more involved then. The first time felt like we were all in this together to accomplish the start of a family. This time felt different like no one was involved but Brad and Angie. But I quickly shook this from my mind knowing that my wife loved me.

"Oh, okay, please let me know if you will be here for dinner so I can cook. I was hoping that the four of us could eat and spend some time together."

I could tell she was a little dejected so I agreed with her that I would do everything I could to be there. This seemed to cheer her up a little.

While I was getting a refill of coffee into my travel mug, I stopped and asked her why she had moved her things out of the bathroom and some of her clothes.

Angie's color paled a little and then she recovered. "Well Brad and I talked about it and thought it would be easier if we were both staying in the same room and bathroom. That way I wouldn't be bothering you running back and forth to him in the guest room."

"Okay, I was just wondering since we never discussed it." She could tell that I was a little upset by her move and explanation, but before she could reply I cut her off. I looked at my watch, "I need to get going, shouldn't you be getting ready to leave for work as well?"

Once again Angie's face told on her and she stuttered as she said, "I took a couple of days off to focus on making sure I get pregnant." She wouldn't quite look me in the face when she said this. I'm not sure if she was embarrassed that she just told me she would be spending the day having sex or if she was embarrassed that she left me out of the decision making.

"I'm glad that you and Brad have put so much thought into this." My tone was a little sarcastic and Angie's expression told me that she understood I wasn't happy with all the lateral moves that were made.

After a brief pause I started again. "It makes sense that you work on getting pregnant as soon as possible. So since you don't have to hurry to work, do you want to head to our bedroom so we could spend some time alone and you could send your husband off to work in a good mood?" This wasn't anything I original planned, but I wondered what she would say. This Angie wasn't my loving wife, but instead someone who looked guilty they had gotten caught doing something wrong.

"Awe honey that would be so nice, but you said you were busy today and I'm a little sore down there." She approached me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Why don't we plan on you and I spending some time together this evening."

I just stepped back and looked a little hurt, because well, I really was hurt. I told her I loved her and hoped she had a great day as I turned and walked out the door without looking back.

On my way to work I was torn about this whole situation. I really wanted to help Brad and Michelle and last time they had been so appreciative. Plus seeing them with their son was like seeing a miracle. But something just kept bothering me in the back of my mind. This was so much different than last time.

I just put it out of my mind and got to work on the projects I had open. I tend to get engaged in my work and put everything else out of my mind. Most days when I have meetings or I'm working on projects, I tend to ignore my phone. Today was no different and during the day I got three messages from Angie.

The first was when I got to the office: I LOVE YOU AND HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY.

The second was around lunch asking: HEY, I HAVEN"T HEARD FROM YOU, WILL YOU BE ABLE TO BE HOME FOR DINNER AROUND 6?

The final one came in around 3:00 asking: ARE YOU MAD? I HAVEN'T HEARD FROM YOU ALL DAY AND I'M SORRY IF BRAD AND MY ARRANGEMENT HAS HURT YOU.

Because I was focused on my work and in and out of meetings, I didn't see any of them until the third one came through. I did notice that she framed it as an "arrangement" and wasn't sorry about how she was acting but was just sorry if I was hurt.

I did text her back and said I would be there for dinner. I didn't elaborate on my absence, and she only texted me back a smiley face emoji.

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As I pulled into my driveway, I noticed Brad's truck was still there in the same spot it was this morning. Obviously, he hadn't left all day.

Michelle's car was there as well so I just pulled by the curb and went inside. The smell coming from the Kitchen when I went in was heavenly. I sat my stuff down and walked toward the sounds of laughter and cooking.

Inside the kitchen, Michelle and Brad sat at the bar talking and holding hands. Michelle had her arms wrapped around Brad's and was holding onto him while he was rubbing her forearm reassuring her. Their son, Josh was in a portable carrier in the corner of the kitchen.

When Angie turned and saw me, she put a big smile on her face and came and hugged me.

Both her and Brad looked as if they had showered and were dressed in jeans and t-shirts. To most people just looking into this scene, you would have never thought that they had spent the day in carnal lust.

I gave Angie a kiss on the cheek, acknowledged both Brad and Michelle and then said I was going to change before dinner. Angie went back to cooking and they all started their discussion up again. As I was heading to the master bedroom, I glanced into the guest bedroom. The bed had been changed and it appeared that new candles were in the place of the old ones.

I went and showered, changed clothes and came back down to the group. We had a nice dinner catching up on what had been happening in our lives; funny stories from work and even talked about the vacation that Michelle and Brad were planning in a few months to celebrate their anniversary. It felt like normal, and you could tell that everyone had relaxed a little and most of the tension from before had melted away.

After dinner, we all helped clean up and then went into the living room to relax with a glass of wine. I poured wine with Michelle and when we came into the living room, Angie and Brad were both sitting on different couches waiting on us. Angie smiled at me and patted the seat beside her. It felt good for her to want me, and I started to feel that the earlier slights were not intended as an insult to me and were just because she was nervous and anxious about being with Brad again.

Once the wine was gone, Angie suggested that I take her to the guest room for a little while to let Michelle and Brad be alone for a while. I took the hint and when she stood, she reached for my hand, and we walked hand and hand into the guest room.

Angie turned and grabbed my face with both hands and started kissing me passionately. I was really getting into her kissing, especially when her tongue snaked into my mouth.

As we were kissing, she started to undress and pulled her shirt over her head and kicked off her jeans. Her pace was furious and before I knew it, she was standing in front of me completely naked. Just then she pushed me back slightly as she sat back on the bed. I was sporting a hard on in my pants causing them to tent slightly. She noticed and gave me a devilish smile.

"Later on, I'll take care of that." she said as she moved back onto the bed. Once she was in position, she spread her legs and that's when I was able to take in her complete beauty. She always kept the hair on her pussy in the shape of a landing strip and she had obviously trimmed it lately. It looked amazing as she crooked her finger inviting me to go down on her.

I dove in almost immediately not thinking about the fact that Brad had been there most of the day driving in and out of her pussy. I probably wouldn't have even noticed anything except for when I got close, her pussy lips look very red and elongated, like when we had a marathon session when on vacation in the past.