New Phone Cuckolding Pregnancy

This story includes elements of both accidental and consensual cuckolding, interracial sex, impregnation sex, and cleanup. If any of these themes would upset you, please click away now.

Everyone in this story is an adult.

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It was 2004 and things were going well for me. Married? Tick! Good job? Tick! Business travel? Tick! And now my boss had given each team member a new Motorola Razr phone. I loved how sleek it looked. Like a Star Trek communicator!

I was on a trip to our head office in Edinburgh and I'd just spent half an hour setting up my new phone. I still had to move my contacts across manually but I could head out for a drink and something to eat.

I called my husband, Håkon, from my old phone and told him where I was going. Then I put my SIM into the new one and left. I headed towards Edinburgh's most famous pub. As I approached it I got an SMS telling me to sit at the table with the bloke at the back. The number looked like Håkon's.

Had he lined up something to move our cuckolding fantasies into reality? I was excited and started to feel damp at the prospect of having sex with a new man for the first time in two years! I'd managed to escape the prospect of a year at a religious seminary by being really good at mathematics. So my parents, with some reluctance, had allowed me to go to university.

I loved university. I loved the mathematics. I also spread my legs for as many men as I could fit between them. I was young and rebelling while getting great grades. Håkon knew my reputation and asked me out despite it. Or so I'd thought. I later found out that it was because of it.

We moved in together and soon got engaged, before getting married.

Then, every month we looked forward to getting a new 'Penthouse Letters'. We'd take turns to read each other stories. The ones we liked best were about wives who cuckolded their husbands.

After we read one of these stories we'd do our own little role play. I'd always be a mucky wife coming home with a cummy pussy. Håkon would ask me about the man who'd fucked me. How big was his cock? Did he cum inside me? Was it still in there for him to lick out?

In our fantasies there was always still lots of sperm for him to lick out.

I walked downstairs into the pub and took a seat. He was wearing a faded blue workman's zippered overall. He was hard muscled, not super handsome, but exuded strong masculinity.

"Hi, I was sent here to meet you."

"You were?"

"Oh yes, I'm sure my husband wants me to meet you. I just got a message from him telling me to sit next to you."

"Oh, OK. Well I'm glad to meet you. I'm Franklyn but most people call me Fire."

"Good to meet you, Fire. I'm Shoshana."

"Up from London then, Shoshana?"

"Jesmond, near Newcastle. Here on business. But I suppose you're local, right?"

"Aye. I'm a regular." Then he finished his pint of Big Juicy.

"So, why do you think your husband sent you here?"

"I assume he wants me to have sex with you. Make our fantasies real."

"And what do you want, Shoshana?"

"Oh, I definitely want to have sex with you, Fire. I want to have a lot of sex with you and then tell my husband all about it."

"Sounds good to me. Are you staying nearby?"

"Yes, just 10 minutes from here."

"In that case, there's no time like the present. The sooner we start, the sooner you can report back."

"Not too soon, I hope."

"Oh, I think I should be able to entertain you tonight and into the morning. But we won't know unless we try, eh?"

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"I'm amazed that Håkon organised this for me." I said as I opened the door to my hotel room.

"Me too!" Said, Fire. "If I had a wife like you I wouldn't send her out to fuck strange men."

"Not too strange, I hope."

"Oh, I'm pretty normal. I just mean that we've never met before."

"That's OK. It's our fantasy. He wants me to be a mucky wife and take your cum inside me."

He raised his eyebrows but said nothing. Then he unzipped his overalls and took down his boxers. Sure, his pubes were starting to grey but his cock looked good to me. Not huge but the foreskin gripped his helmet tight. It was coffee coloured on the outside but caramel when it slid back. I knelt and sucked while trying to unbutton my dress.

By the time I was just standing up in my sensible M&S knickers and bra, he was ready.

"I want you to take me from behind while I lean over the bathroom counter. I want to see you in the mirror."

We moved in and I leant over. He had no problem sliding into me and moving in rhythm. He even put his arm around me and massaged my clit. So many men forget that!

He didn't last long before he filled me with cum. A lot of cum. I slept with 20 men in my first term at university and none of them were anything like Fire.

"How do you do that?" I asked.

"I don't know how. But I do. And that's why they call me Fire, as in 'fire hydrant.' I cum a lot."

"You sure do. And Håkon knows I'm fertile today."

"You mean you're not on the pill?"

"No. It gives me bad mood swings. I just normally avoid sex when I'm most fertile or get Håkon to use a condom."

"Well, the damage is done now. I don't suppose there's any harm in adding to it."

"It's no damage. Håkon asked me to see you. This is his plan."

"OK. If you say so."

We went to the bed and I lay down with a towel beneath me. I sucked Fire's cock again, although mostly to avoid talking as that didn't seem to be his thing. It took a while but he stiffened up again and fucked me missionary style.

This time he really lasted for a good long while. I wasn't clock watching but I felt really satisfied when I came and that triggered him. Yet again, he pumped me with more sperm than I had room for.

"Oh Fire, being cummed in like that is fantastic. I hope you can stay and flood me with spunk before breakfast."

"Shoshana, you are always welcome to my cum. I hope it makes both you and your husband Håkon very happy."

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Fire filled me up very early the next morning because he had to get off to the site he worked on. I quickly showered and got ready for another day at head office. I copied over my saved numbers to my new phone at breakfast. And when I checked my texts I saw that the message I got last night had not come from Håkon. It was off by one digit.

I might not be religious anymore but I do value the truth. I had to tell Håkon. So I called him.

"Sweetie, I have to tell you something that might shock you."

"What?"

"I got a text on my new phone last night and thought it was from you. The number was almost the same. But it wasn't and I made a mistake."

"What mistake?"

"Long and short, I ended up having sex with a man because I thought you wanted me to."

"And you didn't want to?"

"Oh no. He was lovely and he filled me with so much cum it was amazing. But you didn't set it up did you? It was an accident."

"I definitely didn't set it up. But you said he came inside you. I thought this was your fertile window."

"I did. I suppose I might be pregnant."

"Wow!"

"What does that mean?"

"I think it means that I'm confused. But I'll tell you this: I certainly don't hate it. You made our fantasies real. You made me a cuckold and you could be pregnant by another man. It feels good to have crossed over from fantasies to reality."

"But it's not you that's pregnant!"

"I appreciate that but we both agreed that we wanted kids. I'm happy that you've now cuckolded me. As long as you are happy to have the baby I'm very happy with that, too. In fact, maybe I'm even more happy than if it was my baby."

"Really?"

"Well, that's how I feel before I've had a cup of tea. But we don't have to make any instant decisions, do we? Let's think about it and decide when you come home. I want you to tell me how you picked him up and what he was like."

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I was slightly pissed off at Håkon's attitude but at least he wasn't upset. That would have been very bad. I won't deny that it took the shine off the rest of the trip. And I never thought of the phone again as a sexy gadget.

Two days later I was back home and Håkon had made an effort to make me feel better.

He'd cooked a lovely meal and served it with the wine I liked instead of the one he likes. And he'd recorded my favourite programmes, so I could catch up on what was going on in Albert Square. Frankly, the East Enders misery made it clear to me that my own situation wasn't that bad.

Sure, I didn't know if a stranger I'd accidentally picked up in Edinburgh had got me pregnant. But on the other hand, Håkon was clearly trying to make me feel good. He wasn't angry that I'd had sex with another man and might be amenable to us keeping the baby if I was pregnant.

He asked me to tell him all about it when we went to bed. He asked for permission to go down on me when I was half way through the story. This had to be good. So many women are married to men who refuse any kind of oral. Asking for permission to go down on me after I'd accidentally cheated was a big plus.

"So, Håkon." I asked, "Now you've heard it all, if I am pregnant, what do you think about keeping the baby?"

"I'm still supportive -- as long as it's what you want. I'm happy to bring this baby up."

"Even though the baby won't look anything like you?"

"Why would that even be a consideration?"

"Because everyone will know that I cuckolded you!"

"But I'm happy that you cuckolded me. I'm delighted. Why would I be ashamed of it?"

"Because most men would be, I suppose."

"But I'm not 'most men'. I'm your husband. And I deliberately asked you out because I know how enthusiastic you were. I was hoping that you'd cuckold me. I was hoping for something just like this. That's why I bought the 'Penthouse Letters' subscription. As far as I'm concerned, this is just perfect."

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So, we just had to wait and see. I bought a test and we waited together to watch the reaction.

I think we were both disappointed that I wasn't pregnant.

"Oh well," he said.

"You really wanted me pregnant by Fire, didn't you?" I whispered.

"Yes, I think that would have been great."

"But why?"

"Because I know you want a baby and we haven't had one yet."

"Well, it would cement a break with the past. It would make me much more independent of my parents."

"I think my parents would be more positive."

"Oh?"

"I think they're swingers. I don't know for sure. I've never looked for evidence. But they go to Cap d'Agde each summer and I don't think it's for the nudist beaches. I really doubt they'd be shocked or disappointed. In fact, I think they'd be envious."

"Well," I said, "at least we'd have one supportive set of parents!"

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"When will you be back in Edinburgh?"

Håkon hadn't let my night with Fire go. He wanted more, whether it was with Fire or someone else. But Fire featured heavily in our pillow talk because he was such a heavy cummer.

"They want me back there in about a month, I think."

"Would you mind if I stayed with you?"

"You hate Edinburgh. You alway say that they should level the hills and rebuild it on the flattened ground."

"I could put up with that..." and he left a pause.

I knew what he was getting at but wanted him to come out and say it. So I just left the silence and looked at him.

"I was hoping that you might run into Fire again. And I was hoping that you might let me, well, let me clean you up after he's cum inside you."

"You want to lick his sperm out of me?"

He just nodded.

"Of course you can come, Håkon. I don't know if I'll find Fire again but we can live in hope, can't we? But seriously, I'm not on the pill or anything. He could get me pregnant."

Håkon didn't say anything. He just gently stroked my tummy, where the baby would grow.

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It's a beautiful drive from Jesmond to Edinburgh. And maybe the scenery was why Håkon was so quiet. But I think he was just tense. There was so much that could go wrong, starting with finding Fire again.

But he dropped me off at the office and then went to check in at our hotel. I picked up a pizza on my way back from the office and we each had a slice. Then, I sent Håkon off to the hotel bar and I went out to the pub.

I'd almost finished my half pint of Tennent's when Fire walked in. I stood up and approached him.

"Hello, Fire! Can I get you a pint?"

It took a moment before he recognised me. But when it kicked in he smiled cautiously.

"Sure, a Big Juicy, please."

I got one and half pints of Tennent's and we sat down at a quiet table at the back.

"I'm glad you recognised me." I told him.

"I remember you. You thought your husband asked you to meet me."

"You're right. My husband's with me tonight. Well, he's back at the hotel. He was hoping that you'd come back with me."

Fire looked confused and swallowed almost half of his pint.

"Why?"

"He wants to come upstairs after you've had your wicked way with me."

"Why?"

"He wants to clean me up. He wants to lick my cummy pussy."

"OK. But he'll stay away until after?"

"Yes. You can meet him first if you want. But he'll be in the hotel bar while you're inside me."

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We didn't pass by the bar. I texted Håkon and told him to wait there until summoned. And he stayed there in a state of anticipatory ecstasy.

I, on the other hand, was not anticipating. Fire and I were ready, so I undressed and lay down on the bed. He got in place and went to work. As before, he used his fingers well. And as before, the first time was just a warm up. About five minutes later I felt him cumming inside me. It was lovely to feel this big, masculine man filling me up with his sperm. So much sperm!

I reached for that newish phone and sent the message I'd lined up for Håkon. I imagined that I could hear him racing towards me. I expect he would have been worried about running in a hotel, though.

He wasn't quite out of breath when he came through the door but he was clearly excited. He didn't say anything. He just lay down and went down on me. He sucked to get as much of Fire's black babyjuice out as quickly as possible. Then, he very carefully licked and used his fingers, focusing on my pleasure.

It was great!

Håkon made sure to make me cum hard. I needed it. My eyes rolled back and I sort of blanked out a bit. I don't know exactly what happens when I cum like that but I can't be aware of anything else. I can only experience the pleasure radiating through my body in waves of loveliness.

Eventually it ended and I knew I needed more of Fire's sperm inside me.

"OK Håkon, you have to go back to the bar now. No watching. But feel free to try and imagine what Fire's doing for me while you're sitting downstairs."

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Håkon waited in the bar twice more that night. Fire only left after leaving me full of his babymakers three times. Of course, Håkon got to clean me up three times, too. He also got Fire to promise to come back the next night.

And the next night. And the next.

Fire was happy to keep inseminating me, only for Håkon to lick some of it up a few minutes later.

I felt a soft emotional glow as Håkon drove us back south to Jesmond. We both knew that Fire had inseminated me enough times to give me an excellent chance of catching. We knew that Fire might have left a little ember in my womb.

As we turned left into our road, Håkon turned to me and spoke.

"I hope he got you pregnant. I hope you want to keep it. And I want to continue being your husband."

He didn't say 'please' but it was implicit. I was feeling soft warmth and he was a raging furnace of desire. Not just sexual desire. He needed me to continue to want and need him, despite being -- he hoped -- pregnant with Fire's baby.

"Let's wait a couple of weeks and then get a test at Boots." I said with a smile.

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So, we waited. Håkon was so impatient that he went out and got one of each brand of test, so I could use them as soon as I chose.

We tried them and they all came back positive apart from an own brand one. So, I booked an appointment without our GP. The test she administered also came back positive. I made sure she knew that I was delighted before explaining the situation.

I asked for some other tests. Fortunately, all those STI tests came back negative.

The NHS sprang into action. I got all my scans and tests. I signed up for NCT classes and started thinking about pregnancy clothes for the summer.

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I was about five months along when I next had to visit the Edinburgh office again. Håkon drove and we both visited that pub on our first night back. Fire was there, sitting in the back with a half finished pint.

Håkon and I sat down at his table. My baby bump was clearly visible.

"Thank you," I opened with. "We're both very happy. We wanted to come by and let you know that your boys can swim!"

He grinned before responding.

"I didn't doubt it. I'm glad you're both happy. I was a little worried that you'd have cold feet."

"No," we reassured him. "His parents are actually jealous. Fortunately, my parents are just surprised. Surprised but happy for us."

"So you already told them that I'm the father?"

"Well, we didn't mention any names but we wanted to avoid them being shocked that our baby -- a girl by the way -- won't look like Håkon."

"I suppose not. I doubt she'll be blonde!" He laughed.

"Are you busy tonight?" I asked.

"Not really. Why? Do you have a hotel room?"

"Exactly. Would you mind filling me up again?"

"So that Håkon here can clean you up?"

"Exactly."

"Sure I can. But Håkon has to wait in the bar, OK?"

Håkon was all smiles and nodded.

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Håkon had never turned down an offer to 'dine at the Y' in his life. He'd been very excited to clean Fire's thick, tangy semen from me on my second visit. He was even more excited now. There was no worry that licking up Fire's sperm would stop me from getting pregnant. I was already pregnant with Fire's baby. We'd be having a lovely little mixed-race girl in just 16 weeks.

We waved goodbye to Fire the next morning. Håkon had tried to vacuum Fire's sperm from me but he definitely hadn't got it all because I could feel a trickle on my leg. Feeling it as I held Håkon's hand was something special.

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We called her Ember. She has my eyes and nose but definitely has Fire's hair and skin.

Ember's studying at university now. I don't know all the details of her love life but she's made it clear to me that monogamy is just an option. So, who knows what she'll choose when she decides to settle down.