Emily and I have been married for a little over ten years; even after all this time, I still wonder how a plain guy like myself (though I have a decent body) managed to land such a sexy woman, when she could've have gotten any hot guy she wanted--and men still looked her over to this day. I'm sure she left many a guy with a hard-on, needing cold showers as a result.
Nevertheless, she was not only still a beauty, she's intelligent and talented in many areas
Emily is also a sexual talent; even after ten years, there still hasn't been a day or night gone by that she hadn't given my eight-inch cock a workout, draining it either with her mouth or pussy--or both.
Anyway, let me tell you about how this all began.
She'd been 21 and I 26 when we met; she'd come into the store I had just opened with the modest inheritance I had gotten from my father when he passed away. She'd been wearing a pink bikini that did little to hide those beautiful tits.
She'd come in with two surfer-type guys, but by the time Emily had gone back to the cooler, the guys were gone.
"Sorry, miss," I told her when she had brought the beer up to the counter. "I can't sell that to you without ID."
She gave me that big eyed look and leaned against the counter, giving me a better look at those beautiful melons.
"Oh come on, cutie," she purred. "Surely you know that I'm 21."
"I've got to see your ID to confirm that."
She seemed a little annoyed and handed me her ID. "Perhaps I should suck your dick while I'm at it."
"Never mind," I gave her a reassuring smile, thinking I certainly wouldn't pass up the chance of this babe sucking me off if the opportunity presented itself. "Your ID is fine."
Not that a girl like her would give me the time of day anyway, much less a blow job. I thought nothing more about the comment.
"Thank you," she said to me, eyes glowing. "You're really kind of cute in a different way. And you're a nice guy too."
"No problem. Have a good day."
She then smiled wider and gave me her number, telling me to call her. "My name's Emily."
I was totally floored at that point. This chick was HOT and she wanted ME to call her!
"It's nice to meet you, Emily. I'm Dennis."
From there on, we would date--and fuck--for over a year; she told me that even though she'd slept with other guys, I was the only one that really satisfied her, how I'd made her cum so much and so hard like no other men did.
One night, I took the risk of asking her to marry me, not expecting much.
I'd figured she had probably seen me as nothing more than easy sex, but to my delight, she squealed out a yes, telling me how much she loved me because I treated her like a woman--not just a sex toy.
We got married six months later and spent a week in Florida on our honeymoon, the sex hotter than ever.
I remember thinking at the time as much as Emily and I had had unprotected sex before and after our wedding, she'd never gotten pregnant.
But I had attributed that to sheer luck at the time. Nevertheless, since we hadn't wanted kids right away, Emily went on the pill.
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It had just been the last year that Emily and I decided to start a family; my store was doing more than brisk business that she could finally quit her own job and stay home.
It was not long after our discussion that Emily had gone off her pills and we began experimenting with various sexual positions that was supposed to be vital in getting her pregnant.
We thought she had finally conceived after her period was late about a month after we'd gone at it hard and heavy on the pool table in the basement.
That was one great thing about her, she didn't just want sex in bed; she was turned on getting fucked anytime and anywhere.
But it had been a false alarm. She wasn't pregnant.
"I don't know what I'm doing wrong, Dennis," she whined. "Maybe I should get checked. Maybe I just can't have kids."
"Oh, baby," I soothed her. "Of course you can. Maybe our timing is just off."
"I don't think our timing has been off for a year," she pouted.
All the reassuring in the world didn't seem to help; Emily insisted on getting an exam. As it turned out, there was nothing wrong with her; she was perfectly fertile and there was no reason why she shouldn't get pregnant.
Meanwhile, I decided to hold up my end of the bargain and get my own swimmers checked. The day the results came in would be one of the worst days of my life.
I was sterile.
"Baby, I'm sorry," I added when I told Emily the results. "I'll give you a divorce right now so you can be with someone who can give you kids."
She looked at me as if I left my senses behind.
"Dennis, I love you. Do you honestly think I would leave you because you can't get me pregnant? Honey, there's other ways for us to have a baby."
She then rattled off things from adoption to in vitro. Adoption would be too much red tape, but the in vitro had initially interested me. I was thinking at that time, at the baby would be half our own with that procedure.
But even with my income, the cost was way out of my league, not to mention it could be painful for Emily, and I didn't want anything that would hurt my beautiful girl.
Nevertheless, I was despondent; I wanted to make my wife happy by giving her a child, but it looked as if it would never come to pass.
Until an idea hit me one night that woke me up. Why not find my wife a guy that COULD get her pregnant?
All he would have to do was give Emily a good fuck and shoot those baby makers in her; we'd be raising the kid. No responsibility on his part outside of getting naked and laid.
She was still the sexy babe she'd been at 21; we'd certainly have little or no problem finding a guy (or two....or three, or however many it took) to perform the deed.
"Are you crazy?" she asked when I suggested it to her. "You want me to fuck other men?"
"Think about it, baby. With the in vitro, you'd have another guy's cum in you anyway. Why not go about the way that feels good? And I'll be nearby."
"You mean....you'd watch me have sex with another guy?"
"As long as the guy knocks you up, hell yeah."
"I can't believe you're even thinking about this, Dennis. You know you are the only man I need."
"I know, baby. But I can't give you the child we want. And the in vitro is out of our reach. This is the only logical way."
Of course, it wasn't knowledge outside the two of us; no one even knew about me being sterile and we preferred to keep it that way. But she finally agreed to do it.
As it turned out, it didn't take me long to find the first stud for my wife.
The road outside our house had several giant potholes in it, as well as a guard rail that needed to be fixed.
Despite complaints to the city from me and our neighbors, nothing up to that point had been done.
Then a new city councilman had been elected; to my pleasure, it had been an old friend I hadn't seen in years, Kris Roth.
The guy was a welcome change from the old grunts we'd had on the council; he reassured us that the problem would be brought up at their next meeting.
At the same time, I noticed that he certainly liked what he saw when he met Emily. 5'11, about 185 on a good day and also blond, Kris wasn't a bad looking dude himself.
But being recently divorced from his wife, I would have had to presume at the time he had to be pretty horny.
Being in office, he hadn't had much time to meet women, much less get laid.
With that in mind, I had two agendas--to both get the pothole problem on the council agenda, and for Emily to get pregnant.
With a little manipulation, I figured my good old college buddy would be able to provide both.
And everyone would win; the potholes would--hopefully--finally get fixed, Emily and I would have our baby, and Kris would get a piece of ass for the first time in months.
What could be better?
After a couple of drinks one night during a catch-up session, I blurted out the question if he'd ever thought about screwing Emily.
"Come on, dude, be honest," I added laughingly. "I see how you look at her when you come over to the house."
"Um....yeah...a few times, I guess," he finally stammered, figuring I was going to kick his ass.
Far from it; I was ready to pop the next question.
"So you want to come back to the house and do her?" I pressed. "She's pretty hot in the sack. You'll love it. And even you said you haven't had any pussy since you got divorced."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" he asked, both amazed and interested at the same time.
"I'm offering you a chance to get fucked in who knows how long and you're questioning it?" I asked back.
"Jesus, you are serious."
"Yep. But there is one stipulation. I get to watch."
"You want to watch me fuck your wife? You're not going to..."
"No. You fuck her, I'm just watching."
"You're nuts. But what the hell."
We'd then gotten back to the house after I made a call to Emily that I had found a guy for her. When I told her who it was, she was hesitant at first, but when I told her my agenda for it, she changed her mind.
Plus she confessed she'd eyed his bulge a few times and it had piqued her interest. Now she was upstairs, naked and waiting for the fun to begin.
I'd pulled off my T shirt, but kept my shorts on, sitting in a corner while Emily helped Kris strip off his clothes.
Now totally naked, Kris lay back on the bed while Emily moved down between his legs and wrapped her lips tightly around his cock, taking it down in one gulp, and began to suck him as if her life depended on it.
Her tongue danced over his throbbing erection as she lavished attention on Kris' manhood.
Emily had sucked his cock for a few minutes before she changed position, lowering her cunt over his mouth, grinding it down onto his face.
She then resumed working sexily up and down Kris' rock-hard shaft, flicking her tongue over the head. Kris spread her pussy lips with his fingers and buried his tongue into her as far as it would go.
