Enchanted Knickers

This story includes themes of consensual cuckolding, impregnation sex, and interracial sex. Oh, and there's some magic in it. The magic should be taken as an indicator that this is just a story.

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Everyone in this story is an adult.

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Ianto always does the laundry. Well, he does most of the housework because he works from home three days a week. But while I'm grateful for it I can never find the stuff he's washed. He reorganises wardrobes and drawers to be "more efficient" every week. I'm all for efficiency but I also like being able to find my knickers.

"Where did you put my knickers this week, Ianto!" I yelled from the bedroom.

"Oh, sorry, Min-Ji, I got you new ones. I didn't unwrap them. They'll be in the John Lewis bag in the corner or the wardrobe."

He was right. And he'd got me exactly the cut and fit I like best. He's been very good at providing everything. Well, almost everything. The problem wasn't a home to live in, food to eat, or clothes to wear. It was the lack of a baby.

We'd been married for five years and trying for three. It had stopped being fun two years earlier and we'd known the cause for about three months. Ianto was the problem. Ianto would never be able to get anyone pregnant.

I got dressed and made it to the station to see my tube leave without me. I messaged the office WhatsApp group to let them know I'd be 20 minutes late.

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"What's this I smell?" I asked when I got home.

"I made some cawl." He answered. "It looked so wet and cold it seemed the right kind of thing to eat. It'll be OK today but really good tomorrow."

Dinner was more than OK. But we didn't really talk. I could tell he was holding something back. Finally, after we'd shared a Gü chocolate soufflé, I prodded.

"OK, Ianto. You've been holding something back. Out with it."

"I saw something crazy. Maybe it's worth trying?"

"What crazy thing did you see?"

"An advert in the newsagent's window. An advert for magic."

I gave him a look.

"I know, I know." He responded. "But Min-ji, we've tried so many other things. Let's give this a go. It's not hugely expensive and you never know. Maybe it will work."

I could feel the desperation in his voice. I could feel my own desperation. I wanted him to be right. My only concern was that we'd both feel worse if we were disappointed. But the fertility treatment waiting list was so long.

"How much?" I asked.

"£500. Look." And he pulled out his phone and showed me a photo of the advert.

"Why don't you think this is just a way to fleece desperate people for £500?"

"It might be. But £500 won't kill us and think of the payoff if it works."

"OK. Call and find out what I need."

I was highly sceptical but maybe he was right. Maybe doing something like this would relax us. Maybe it would give us faith. Maybe a change in attitude would somehow make a difference. And maybe this would help Ianto give me the baby we wanted.

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Two nights later we went to an ex-council flat and met a woman, Kaleisha, with hair that had greyed to almost white. Her face was chestnut brown and wrinkled like a well worn linen jacket. She looked the part. If anyone could cast a magic spell it was someone who looked like her.

We explained our problem and what we were hoping for.

"I can help. But there are limits."

"How can you help?" Ianto asked her.

"I can enchant something that will influence you. Something that will push you towards pregnancy." She said while looking at me. "It would need to be something you wear close to your body."

"Like a magic ring?"

"No. Not jewellery." She quickly said. "There's far too much emotion already in jewellery. Ideally, it should be something ordinary and new."

"Like some new knickers?" I asked.

"That would work. And you'd need to wear them when you're fertile. Magic can help but it can't make you pregnant when you're on your period."

"So how does it work?" Ianto asked.

"The magic nudges. It influences. That's all. You'll find yourself choosing things or doing things differently. If you are resistant to change -- well you won't see the change you want."

We agreed to come back with a fresh pack of my favourite John Lewis knickers and £500 in cash. Then, we picked up the unopened packet of knickers the next day. I was a little disappointed and thought we'd just pissed the money into the gutter. But I promised Ianto to wear the new knickers when my fertile cycle started.

I pinned the packet to the corkboard in our room, next to the wall calendar with my cycle on it.

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I pulled the first pair from the packet on the first day of my fertile window. And because I knew where everything was, I had no problem getting to the office on time.

Then, I bumped into Khenan when I changed at Camden Town. We'd both been in our first jobs when we worked together. He was looking like he was moving up the ziggurat. We exchanged numbers and he messaged me. We agreed to meet for a catch-up at a wine bar after work.

We shared a bowl of olives and had just ordered a drink when he put his hand on mine. Then he leaned in towards me.

I was stunned. Amazed. He could see the wedding ring on my hand. But I could hear Kaleisha's voice in my mind.

"You'll find yourself choosing things or doing things differently. If you are resistant to change -- well you won't see the change you want."

So, I didn't resist and let him kiss me. Then I kissed him back. We agreed to go to a hotel and I texted Ianto to let him know that I'd be late home.

The woman who checked us in must have seen this kind of thing a thousand times before. She didn't blink at the tiny little Korean woman with the huge West Indian bloke and no luggage.

Khenan stripped me as soon as the door closed.

"New knickers." He noted when my skirt hit the floor.

"Magic knickers." I responded.

"I have something magic, too." He said before picking me up and sitting me on the bed. Then he dropped his suit trousers and showed a very packed pair of y-fronts. I pulled them down and saw a magical flute.

I tried to play some music on it but didn't want to reach a crescendo in that position. I pulled my knickers down and asked Khenan to get going. He was going to get a condom from the bathroom but I stopped him.

"Oh, you don't need to rubber up, Khenan. I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel your cum inside me."

"You sure?" He said. He sounded sceptical.

"I'm very sure." I responded. "I think that your cum inside me is exactly what I need."

Khenan was so gentle, it was a delight. But I suppose he'd had to learn to be gentle because he was so big. Most women probably never find anyone who'll stretch them like that.

But once he was inside I could relax a bit. We moved together and it didn't take long before I could feel him approaching his climax. I wrapped my little legs around him and put my hands on his back. Not really to restrict him but more to tell him what I wanted. I wanted him to stay inside me. I wanted to feel him spurt inside me.

He did. And I did. And as I felt his sperm splashing deep inside me I managed to relax even more and came. I wasn't really aware of very much. The orgasm was overwhelming but Khenan told me he could feel me spasming around him. Clenching and releasing his cock.

"Do you think you can go again?" I asked.

And 10 minutes later we started again. But we took longer this time. And my relaxation was deeper and my orgasm even better. I don't know if I could really feel it. But I imagined I could feel his sperm at my cervix -- swimming through and making for my egg.

Khenan wanted to shower after. I was worried about washing his sperm out, so I just found my magic knickers and dressed. I probably had a bit of a 'just fucked' look about me. And I was sure I could smell the scent of sex. But that trying to wash it away would have been a lie, anyway.

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"I have something to confess." I told Ianto when I walked through the door.

"Go on."

"I wore the magic knickers this morning."

"I saw the opened packet. It's what we agreed."

"And then I saw Khenan at Camden Town when I changed to the Bank branch. We just met up and... well."

Ianto smiled.

I was amazed. He surely knew. But he was happy.

"Dinner can wait." He said. Then he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom.

"Wait, wait. I'm still messy from Khenan. I'm sorry, Ianto. I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry? This is what we need. This is the magic working. Now he's inseminated you, I can help you clean up."

He just pushed my skirt up and pulled the gusset of my magic knickers aside. I must have looked a complete mess. Sperm, pubes, and a just fucked look. But it didn't seem to make any difference to Ianto. He just licked and sucked like a man possessed.

He's always been very good at oral. He made sure to bring me to two more orgasms before he came up for air.

"Don't apologise for anything, Min-Ji. You didn't cheat on me. This was the inevitable outcome of the magic. She told us. It can nudge our behaviour and that's all. This is what you need to do to get us a baby."

It sounded strange to hear that from a computational physicist. But he'd become convinced that Kaleisha had actually enchanted my knickers. He was happy with my behaviour.

We were finishing a crème caramel when he became serious.

"You're only fertile for five days. And she said the magic works best on new things. I think you need to make every pair count."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, maybe we were lucky and Khenan got you pregnant. But maybe he didn't. There are four more pairs of knickers in that packet. You should make each of them count, if you can."

I was surprised by his lack of rancour. And I was surprised that he was so eager for another man to get me pregnant. But I suppose that what he wanted was to do the fathering. He just wasn't worried about it being his sperm that got me pregnant.

I fell asleep thinking about what the next four days would be like.

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I took my team out for lunch the next day.

At the till, the waiter passed me the bill along with a mobile phone number written on one of the restaurant's cards. I signed and pocketed the business card with the receipt. Then I smiled at the handsome young waiter when I gave him the signed copy back. He winked at me and I made my smile stronger.

When we were back in the office I texted the number on the card.

"I am the Korean woman you winked at. Want to meet?"

I left the office early, so we could meet after his lunch shift and before his evening shift began.

I was surprised to see the same woman at the check-in desk at the hotel. She didn't react to seeing the same woman with a different man less than 24 hours after the first.

Miguel was still in his waiter's uniform. He looked very handsome in it. He looked more handsome out of it.

His stomach was washboard flat and his chest was almost hairless. I pulled him onto the bed and told him to undress me and fill me up.

He was 19 and still learning what to do. But his burrito was just what I needed in me. Small portions but so many servings. He'd cum twice before I had an orgasm. But once I relaxed into having repro sex with a stranger I let myself go. It was amazing how much sperm he released when he came. And he came so many times.

Despite arriving earlier than the previous day I left the hotel later. I think Miguel was late for his shift.

Ianto didn't say anything when I arrived home. He was delighted at how much of Miguel's sperm was still, slowly leaking out of me.

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The next day I bumped into a friend from university. Védrine had a scholarship place and had been on the men's football team. I'd been on the women's football team and had wanted to date him but couldn't connect with him in French. Fortunately, his English was now perfect, although he still had a Haitian accent. We agreed to meet 'for coffee' later and I suggested the bar of the hotel I'd been using.

It was the same woman on the check-in desk. She was professionally oblivious to me arriving with a different man every day. And as it was Friday, there was no rush to get home early. I texted Ianto that I'd be back early the next morning.

Ianto had waffle batter mixed when I arrived home. The tea was brewed and I sipped it as I told him about the previous day.

"You see, it's definitely the magic! It creates opportunities for you. You then take advantage of them. This is very good."

"I don't know, Mr Scientist." I laughed. "But it has been fun these last few days. Well, once I got over the guilt."

"No guilt. This is working just how we need. Now, you have two more pairs of magic knickers left. We need to make sure you don't squander them. We're going to the Electric Ballroom tonight. You're on the pull."

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Going out on the pull again was odd. I wore a sexy short dress we'd bought earlier that day. I'd normally have worn something like a thong with that dress. But Ianto insisted that I wear the fourth pair of magic knickers.

Ianto gave me lots of room. He hugged the bar. I stayed on the dancefloor and didn't have any problem finding men who wanted to dance with me. I was thinking of Védrine when my dance partner pulled me close and I started kissing him.

I pulled him off the dancefloor so we could kiss more. Then I put my mouth to his ear and asked if he was ready to leave. He didn't need to be asked twice.

I'd booked a room at a hotel just a few minute's walk away.

Lencho did not disappoint. He didn't mind my sensible knickers at all. He was interested in what they hid away.

I was impressed by what his boxer shorts hid away. I wasn't sure if I'd have room for it all but I'd given my word to Ianto and I'd give it a good try.

It was a tight squeeze. Even tighter than Khenan. But I was getting the knack now and I encouraged Lencho to work me hard. He made sure that he brought me to orgasm before he seeded me. In fact, he brought me to three orgasms before we slept while he'd only filled me with his sperm twice.

I ordered breakfast the next morning. Check-out was at 11 and I wanted to make sure I got my fill of Lencho before going home to Ianto.

We ordered extra toast, marmalade, and tea. I suppose Lencho had worked very hard the previous night and needed to recharge.

Then, we showered together before returning to the bed.

I'd become used to sitting on the tube with increasingly damp knickers and a just fucked look. I was surprised how many other women shared that look. That Sunday morning train took us north.

Most of them looked like they were university students and got off before we got to East Finchley. But there was a woman who must have been in her mid-30s who got off with me at Woodside Park. She also had a wedding ring. I winked at her as I climbed the stairs to the bridge and she winked back.

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"You're sure?"

"I'm sure. I'm all fucked out, darling."

"Well, let's hope it's worked already. Maybe we can use that last pair for the next one."

I looked daggers at him.

"No next one?"

"Let's talk about what we're going to eat this evening."

"Oh, yes. Well I checked the nutritional requirements for pregnant women. I found some good things. Tonight, we're having salmon, white beans, and creamed spinach."

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Now, I can't say for sure that the magic knickers actually worked. But I missed my next period. The doctor confirmed I was pregnant.

Everyone was delighted. My parents were a little surprised when I explained that Kiyana wouldn't look like Ianto. Ianto's parents weren't surprised. They'd been married for 13 years before they had him. When we explained that we'd needed donor sperm they understood why. We've never told them how.

I think that Kiyana has Miguel's eyes. But she definitely has Khenan's nose and Lencho's chin. And I know that's unusual. But what happened to us was unusual, too.

When she was born we went back to Kaleisha's flat. Or we tried to. But that block of flats didn't exist. It hadn't been knocked down for redevelopment. It had never been built. But we still have the photo of the advert on Ianto's phone.

So maybe Kaleisha really is a magician and really did enchant those knickers.