The Day My Life Changed

I had no idea my wife was cheating on me until our first child was born. We were both so pleased when she first conceived. We had been desperately trying to have a child. We had undergone medical treatment for two years and, discouraged, we had been thinking about adoption. I can remember as she began to swell how I would put my ears on her tummy to listen to the sounds of the baby and feel its first kicks. So you can imagine my shock when I discovered it wasn't mine. I'm blonde, my wife is a flaming redhead and our baby was born with dark brown skin and wavy black hair.

After viewing the child, I decided not to say anything until my wife was discharged and we had some privacy. On the way home from the hospital I asked her who the father was. She got large tears in her eyes and looked so sad. She said, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. Please forgive me. Don't leave me. I love you."

I said, "Who's the father, Nancy?" She explained that it was one of her sociology professors at the college. The stress of trying to conceive, she said, had led to her seeking some escape, so she had decided to return to college and work on her degree. She said she thought she had lost all interest in sex--that the frequency and the timing of the sex act that was required for the two of us to conceive was so unnatural that it was making her depressed. I asked her about how her affair began.

"It was surprising to me," she explained, "when I began to get aroused as I watched Dr. Jones lecture. He was so brilliant and when he lectured, I noticed the outline of his cock in his pants. It totally aroused me."

I learned that it was after taking the final exam and his turning in the grades that he had called her into his office for a conference. She wore the most revealing outfit she owned and closed the door to his office as she entered. This was their first time and it continued through the next semester every Tuesday night when I thought she had signed up for another night class, but was meeting him instead.

I told my wife that I'd like to meet the gentleman and find out what his intentions were about the baby. We decided to meet at a local supper club. Nancy and I arrived early and waited for him in the bar. When I noticed my wife suddenly slightly stiffen and get a warm look in her eyes I knew he was there. I turned around and saw a tall, middle-aged man with Sidney Poitier good looks. I could see why my wife was attracted to him. Our dinner was pleasant and we invited him to our home so we could have the visit about his baby. It was that night that I learned I was a submissive and a total cum slut. When I asked him what his intentions were, he stared at me a long while and finally said.

"My intentions are to do nothing. Consider yourself the father of that baby and I expect you to take care of her. She is your responsibility." I was stunned! I had never been talked to in this manner. Then, he stood up, grabbed my wife's hand and said, "Let's go to bed, baby. It's been too long." He turned to me and told me to feed the baby and change its diapers. He'd call me when I was needed. I did as I was told.

I sat on the sofa as I listened to the two of them make love. Soon, my wife called to me. I was encouraged; I thought she wanted me to rescue her. Instead, I entered the room and saw them energetically fucking. She looked at her lover and said, "Dr. Jones, I want my husband to lick my clit while you fuck me." He then turned to me and ordered me to get undressed. I had tears in my eyes and I was ashamed because I had a hard-on. He looked at it and laughed. It's a respectable 7 inches, but when he pulled out of my wife's pussy I saw that his dick was a good 10" long and very fat.

He asked Nancy what she wanted to do. She told him to lie down on his back; she then straddled his dick, placing her hands back on his shoulders as she faced me. She said to crawl between his legs and lick her clit while he pumped her. To tell the truth, I was enjoying every minute of it. I would lick the clit and watch as his huge dick went in and out of my wife's pussy. It had gobs of her cum on it, which I occasionally licked off his dick as I continued to suck and lick her clit. I was still sucking her clit when I saw his dick start to contract. I knew he was starting to cum. At that moment, she screamed, "Don't stop. Keep sucking my clit."

I started to really tongue and suck it, varying the intensity. She bucked at the moment he was shooting his second blast. His dick slid out of her pussy and his come hit the bottom area of her clit, then jerked up and sprayed into my mouth. I had cum in my mouth and I was sucking his cum off her clit. He continued to spurt.

My wife screamed, "I'm coming. Oh, God, I'm coming! Don't stop! Harder!!! Harder!!!" I continued to suck her clit deep into my mouth. In the meantime, the professor had lunged at her pussy, missed, and accidentally went into my mouth as he continued to spurt. My eyes widened in shock!! I had a man's penis in my mouth, and it felt wonderful! I took it into my mouth as far as it would go to the back of my throat. He came once more and the lubrication allowed it to go down my throat without my gagging. I started to deep throat him.

He came one more time. I could feel the pressure of his spasms against the walls of my mouth; and the silkiness of his skin was so delicate I couldn't stop licking it! He began to go limp, so I pulled away. I looked at my wife and she was smiling in adoration. She asked me to kiss her. She eagerly licked the cum off of my face, and I shared from my mouth the massive amount of cum with her.

I then realized that although my relationship with them would be one of subservience, she loved both of us and I could willingly share my wife and raise his beautiful daughter.