New Years Eve Consequences

I recognize that this story is a wild jump from the kind of theme I had been sharing quite a long time ago, but a lot has changed in my sex life and even more has replaced a lot of the sense of attraction I used to feel. With all that in mind, I am working on a story that explains the massive jump but for now please read on and share whatever feedback you might have. My work will likely only fall under the category of 'Fetish' from now on, but I'm okay with the implications of that. I do not let my dreams stay dreams anymore. This story might be the only exception, honestly...

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My wife and I have been having an amazing time reengaging with some of the old fantasies we used to share from before the kids were born (you know, like 20 years ago!). I still remember the first sexual fantasy she told me about. I asked her to tell me a story about her favorite fantasy from back when she first started fantasizing about sex. She told me a story of her traveling through a busy urban area and having to cross the street. While she is crossing, her dress gets caught on a car door as it sits in traffic (it's a dream, I'm not about to argue the likelihood or the physics). She can't disentangle herself, so she is at the mercy of a passerby to assist in getting her free of the car.

When the stranger realizes she is stuck and can't get away, he decides to pounce on the moment and pins her to the car and begins fondling her. One thing leads to another and she's taking his cock while she's trapped. When she responds, scandalized but not displeased, she notices that other passing strangers have spotted her and rather than help out, they've decide to join the fun. So she is trapped against a car in a busy downtown and she takes cock after cock while traffic stops to record and point at her and admire or ridicule, depending on their own perception of the situation.

This story had me cumming down her throat about four seconds after she finished telling it. I didn't know how to thank my lucky stars for finding a partner nearly as twisted as I was! The themes inherent in this fantasy recur in our sexual existence pretty pervasively, but the seed was planted very early on. The themes I refer to: restraint, group sex, anonymity, exhibitionism, shame, humiliation, and free use, among others. All have become focal points of our shared sex life. It took us two decades to get there, but it was worth it.

I asked her recently to tell me a story using a theme I was very excited about. She told me the theme wasn't her favorite ever, but I insisted she tell it and now I can't get it out of my head! This holiday season will be the only time I could ever make this fantasy come to life, so I feel like now is the best time for me to air it out and give it the attention it deserves. I don't think this one will ever come true, but it makes my dick hard so I'm gonna foster it (heh) in whatever way I can.

It's kind of a wild place to start, but it begins with my confirming with a friend of mine that we can use his house for a five man gangbang on New Year's Eve, during which my wife wishes to be the center of attention. Daddy's friends will be the last cocks she takes in 2024 and I'll be the first one she takes in 2025. She has clamored for this for a long time now and with it finally happening she can't keep her mind off of it. My fantasy started to take shape when we recently started having some conversation about family planning decisions (or the lack-of-any-more-family planning decisions, more precisely).

I scheduled a vasectomy not long after our conversation, but I can't stop thinking about the implications of that decision. I can no longer have children soon. Admittedly, I don't want any more children but I've always harbored a secret fantasy that I'll get a younger partner pregnant and we'll raise the kid as a little unit instead of just the two of us. I have no idea where this idle daydreaming comes from, but it has caused me enough consternation over the years that I'm actually eager to just get the op done and over with so I don't have to think about it anymore. But alas, I have to wait until the holidays are through.

Once I was done worrying about the op and moved back to planning our New Year's Eve celebration, I started to imagine what it would be like if we had everyone go bareback for the gangbang and everybody gets the chance to cum inside her pussy. Then we have a little competition. All the other guys in the gangbang are going to be black, so I figure if we have a little white baby it means my sperm is the at the top of the pile looking down on all those young, virile men. If I lose the challenge, it means I get to raise a new, adorable little lightskin black baby. Everyone will be able to see that this baby's parents don't look at all like they do so everyone will just have to wonder how all that came to be. Only the kinkiest among us will be able to imagine accurately just how something like that may have come to pass. The way I imagine having a conversation with other parents on the playground just gets me so excited.

"So, did you guys adopt?"

"Nope. My wife gave birth to our happy, healthy kiddo all by herself," then I'll get to watch the gears turn. I wonder what folks' initial reactions will be!

(Aside: if you'd like to share your initial impressions based on that situation, I would just DIE to hear it lol)

"How long have you two been married?"

"Oh, about 30 years now," and wait for the penny to drop a second time.

Even better than all that, I get to tell the story of their conception every year on their birthday for the rest of my life. I'll wake up in the morning, roll over to kiss my wife and girlfriend, congratulate them on another year of tender loving care for our newest kiddo, then regale them with the tale of the time we had groupsex with five gigantic black dicks and now we have a lovely little kid to remember the occasion by. It's exactly the twisted kind of shit that makes my heart get all big and fluttery and just make me feel like I'm soaring for the whole day.

It's not at all unlike how I like to brag to my wife that the first time we ever had really rough sex together was the night our son was conceived. She woke up with bruises on her hips and a massive headache from where I bashed her head on our wall while I balled her hair up in my fist. She had a black eye and bruises on her cheek from the impact. She admitted to me later that she had been faking orgasms when we fucked before that, but that was the first time sex with me ever made her cum. We had already been together for two years at that point, so you can imagine my shame at first. Then I thought about the implications of what she told me and I knew things would be okay.

She just needed to feel like the total fucking whore she is! Like an object crafted specifically to caress your cock and your cock alone. She will never be tamed by one penis ever again, but she will purr like a kitten for you while she worships it like it's the energy that sustains the universe. She will lap your semen up like it's mother's milk, she will scream at you to be softer, be nicer, but she will take whatever you give her with a smile and then beg you for more. Her only purpose in life is to serve, to please, her Daddy and anyone else He says. Her slavish devotion to making every cock happy is what makes her the special kind of a whore she truly is.

Case in point, every time she took another load inside her pussy during the story, I would instruct her to cum and she absolutely rushed to oblige each and every time. Six consecutive orgasms without laying a hand on her or putting anything inside her. Just a call and response. All she needs to do is hear the words and as long as she's giving her full attention, she'll make a big drippy mess just as soon as I'm done saying them.

The way she ended the story was a splendid little epilogue that made me cum immediately. The line was this:

"When the day came, our new baby came out perfectly healthy, but he didn't look like our other babies..."

That was all I needed. I came as hard as I've ever cum, jet after jet after jet, all right in my new favorite spot to cum. Right up her cute, little nose. She lined the head of my cock up with her left nostril and started to inhale just before I popped. I told her she was not to miss a single drop, but the load was too massive and she couldn't contain it all. When she had inhaled as much as she could, she spit it out her mouth, right back onto the head of my cock and let it all ooze back down my shaft.

While it ran back down, she had another orgasm without any prompting beyond her latest rule: she is to cum every time I do, no exceptions. She was just being good, after all. She smiled at me and I told her how proud I was of the amazing story she told and the amazing job she did taking all my love. Then she got a good, hearty slap in the face for missing what she missed. We kissed while some of my cum ran back out her nose and down her face. I rubbed it into the skin on her chin and chest, patted her head, called her a good girl, and went back to sleep.