[Note: Mother Debbie, the famous advisor of cuckold husbands, is the creation of CDE. He has generously let me borrow her in order to help a young woman in need. Thanks CDE!]
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Hello, out there in Internet Land. This is Mother Debbie, again. In my little corner of the World Wide Web I'm your sounding board, advisor and provider of motherly advice to those mothers' sons who are in the less endowed crowd. You know who you are.
But today's case is different. It's a follow up to a letter from a young lady some time ago who could not decide which of her lovers she should allow to get her pregnant. I called it: "A Woman Who Loves Men"
I guess today's discussion should be called: "A Woman Who Loves More Men."
Dear Mother Debbie,
Thanks so much for the advice you gave me. Everything has worked out so beautifully! I've got the cutest little pregnant belly and four men who are just crazy about me, waiting on me hand and foot, five counting my husband. Antonio brings ajiaco con pollo, which I'm sure one of his many Latina girlfriends must make for him, and whispers in Spanish and drums out salsa rhythms on my tummy. He says he hopes we'll have a little boy who will be a dancer like him. Rutherford prepares steak and kidney pie (yucky, but it's sweet of him to try) before he gets between my legs and recites Shelly and Keats to "our golden-haired daughter," though I suspect it's mainly an excuse to eat me. Andre doesn't cook, but he massages me and fingers me to glorious orgasms as we listen to Albinoni, Bach, and Telemann. He kisses my belly tenderly and speaks to "his son" in Thai. Leroy isn't as attentive as Antonio, Rutherford, or Andre; he just comes over a couple of times a week to fuck my brains out, but, hey, who's complaining. Finally there is my darling husband, Charles, even though he's the only one who can be sure the baby isn't his.
I did what you always say a loving, cheating wife should do when she lets other men knock her up: I let Charlie watch. When I was sure my body was ready to get pregnant, I called all my lovers together one night with Charlie there. I told then that Charlie and I had decided it was time to start a family (mainly it was me who decided; my Mom was on my case about grandchildren) and that I couldn't play around with them any more. This didn't make then very happy, though Charlie brightened.
Then I explained that from now on I wasn't "playing around;" I was serious about wanting to get me pregnant. I would not allow any more condoms used; I would NOT be satisfied by just being fingered or eaten to orgasm (although I welcomed being "warmed up" that way); and I would give blow jobs only to help a lover to get hard for a return engagement. In short, for the next few weeks, I wanted to maximize the amount of potent man-spunk going into my fertile little pussy. Consequently, I would no longer spend a night with each one, letting him fuck me as many times as he could.
Starting that night, I said, I would be pulling a train for them in random order.
Some of the guys thought that arrangement gave Leroy an unfair advantage, as he would be able to fuck me four or five times a night whereas others could only get it up two or three times. I pointed out, however, that was exactly the kind of advantage a horny young wife intending to get baby in her belly pronto wants in a man and wants to see passed on to her offspring. It turned out to be less important than the pessimists thought. The idea of making my cute little belly round with a baby inspired all my lovers to unimagined performances. Even Andre seldom failed to be hard for round four, and even if Leroy (or sometimes Antonio or even Rutherford) was up for a fifth or more, I was usually too tired after five. (Well, you do the math, Mother Debbie; four guys fucking me four or five times a night, making me come two or three times per fuck.) I was exhausted, though content, when they finished with me. I was so tired and satisfied I could even go to sleep without my vibrator.
My darling Charlie was everything a woman could ask for in a cuckold husband during this time. He bathed me and pampered me and bought me lots of skimpy dresses, revealing tops, fuck-me heels and sexy stockings and lingerie for each session (even though we knew most of the new apparel would be totally ruined during those savage fuck-fests). And at each intermission while the boys were getting hard for me again, Charlie wold lick and soothe my battered pussy with his loving tongue and lap away the excess sperm from between my legs. It was Charlie that would gently carry me to bed each night when I was too fucked out to walk, covering me up and putting towels under my butt to absorb the large volume of girl cum and man spunk that leaked out of me all night long. He was so sweet, I couldn't refuse him when he wanted to eat me first thing in the morning before he brought me my breakfast.
Well I didn't have to wait long for results. I missed my period just two weeks after the beginning of the knock-me-up contest, though I didn't tell my lovers for another month. Call me cautious, I wasn't sure I would continue to get so much sex after the boys knew I was pregnant. Finally I broke down and announced that one of them had made a baby in me. They were very happy and relieved; the poor dears were getting haggard from so many hours of sex every night. I think I was taking a toll even on Leroy.
For a week they left me alone with nothing but Charlie's caring mouth and my heavy-duty vibrator to keep me sane, but then we worked out the current arrangement. My lovers take turns coming over each night to "keep me company" (and keep my horny little quim full of semen). I go to sleep each night with my darling husband tenderly sucking the cum of one of my lovers from my pregnant pussy. I guess I must be the luckiest pregnant cuckolding wife in the world, Mother Debbie, but I'm getting nervous. What do I do after the baby is born? Three of my lovers will be disappointed.
