"Okay, but you have to do it exactly as I want you to. Can you do that?"
"Yyesss" she breathed.
"Are you sure? You don't even know what I have in mind, now, do you?" I asked, pretending to try talking her out of it.
"No, but it's your birthday present. I really want you to be happy with it."
My wife, Nia, is much younger than I am. We got married just one week shy of her eighteenth birthday. That was my present to her. Six months later, she thought it was my turn to get exactly what I wanted.
"I'm not going to tell you what I have in mind, either, until we get there. You can't back out at the last minute."
I posted an ad on the local electronic bulletin board, and I waited for the interested responses. Meanwhile, I went out and bought my wife one of those thirty day ovulation tests "just for kicks."
On the magical day—the day the test turned blue to indicate she was absolutely going to get pregnant—I treated her like she was getting the gift. In a way, she was. I hoped she'd enjoy my birthday gift as much as I would.
First, I took her down and got her a Brazilian wax on her pubes. That sexy little line of hair would turn on any guy.
Next, I took her to the most exclusive lingere boutique in town to get her a nice, new corset—the kind that leaves your pussy and nipples exposed while adding nice definition to your torso—although I didn't expect that to stay on too long.
Finally, I took her to this tailor I know that can sew at record speed. He made her a dress that left most of her areolas exposed, where the nipples would pop out easily when she got bumped from behind, and cut so short that her pubic hair would have hung below the hem, if she had any left. She couldn't even sit down without showing off.
I let the tailor suck her nipples and lick her clean, wet pussy while he measured her. Just for good luck, I let him blow his wad on her tits after she put the dress on. I really wanted her to be aroused and just a little messy when we got there. I think she thought that was my birthday wish, but it wasn't.
I had her come into the house while I got my camera and video equipment. While she sat on the couch, my friend Sam and I surveyed the scene appreciatively. As we loaded the car, Sam asked, "So, do I get a turn at that, too?"
"Of course. But not until after her quota's been filled."
"Awesome. You are some pal. You know I like to fuck a full pussy."
We drove up the mountain to the park. Already, the crowd had assembled. Forty-four men, one for each year of my life, each with a major erection, waiting for the chance to fuck and impregnate my eighteen-year-old wife.
We stepped out. The crowd cheered. Nia said, "I'm not sure about this..."
"But you promised. Remember? Last week, on my birthday, you said you'd give me anything I wanted for my present? Well, I want to film you accepting the semen from all of these men into your unprotected pussy. It's what I've always wanted."
Nia's nipples hardened in the chilly September evening air, and I bumped her from behind to make them fall out the top.
Then, as we went to the picnic table where we were going to set up, men stopped us periodically so they could suck a little nipple and rub her lovely, swollen naked pussy.
She seemed to enjoy it. Each time we stopped, I noticed her smile a little, offer up her breast and spread her legs a little wider.
When we got to the table, Sam set up the video tape, and I got on the microphone we'd already set up, to tell the guys to line up with their numbers in hand. Each would have to cum twice. First, inside her, and second, later, when they were ready, somewhere on her. I wanted my wife totally spoiled and dirty, head to toe.
The camera was hooked up to a projection screen that all could see, so the guys could get a little extra entertainment before, during and after, and my wife could see what a slut she looked like.
"Honey, are you sure you want this?" She asked, "remember, we tested this morning and I'm ovulating. I'll probably get pregnant. I won't know who the father is."