Couple's 'Pregnancy Missions' Involved Other Guys
My loving husband is now 38 years old. I am 35, and still have a good shape. I am much shorter than my husband (I am only 5' 3" tall... he is 5' 11" tall). We have been married now for 14 years.
When I was in my late-teens, I was considered attractive, shapely, and personable. I thought I had the world on a string. As the song goes... "I enjoy(ed) being a female female!" I had no trouble getting what I wanted, while exuding my feminine sensuality.
When it came to making love, too often I found that the guys were exclusively focused on their own pleasure... and mine was only incidental. Then, guys would want me to give them head, but seldom wanted to return the favor.
That's about the time I developed my own philosophy for getting what I wanted from life. I decided that as a woman, I had to be a bit more aggressive in letting males know what I wanted and expected... whether they be dates, employers, or friends.
This new philosophy is key to what I am going to tell you below.
Having recognized that as a female I needed to be a bit more aggressive, I also concluded that I had to be careful to not seem pushy, "butchy," domineering or heavy-handed. I even developed a little saying that I have kept with me: FOR THE BEST IN LIFE... BE GENTLY AGGRESSIVE!
Naturally, this philosophy demands that I continuously have a reasonably clear focus on what I want out of life. That changes, but I never let myself "just take what life brings." Further, I decided that regardless of what boobs some guys showed themselves to be, I was determined to be a really great lover!
In the early days of my marriage, my husband and I met some other couples through a bar that we often visited on weekends. It seems that several of these couples would periodically get together for adults-only, rather-unusual parties.
One night, two of the women came up to me and told me that there was to be a party the next night at one of their homes, and that my husband and I were invited. There would be lots to eat and drink, and great music for dancing. However, they said, we needed to know in advance that it would be a party where some of the folks shed their clothes... and "since we are all friends, sometimes the gals get together with someone other than their husband in one of the bedrooms... well, to play!"
I got the picture. I told them I would talk with my husband and give them a call the next day. My husband and I had been married nearly three years at that point. We had both done a lot of screwing around with others before we had married but had not "cheated" on each other since our marriage. However, I knew that many of my girlfriends had already done some experimenting with extramarital affairs... as had some of their husbands. I knew that generally ended up causing pain to the participants and their families.
My husband and I had always agreed that at some point either or both of us may want "to try some new stuff... for purposes of variety." We had told each other that when that time came it would be better to be open with each other rather than lying to each other. But, so far neither of us had explored sexual fun and games outside our marriage.
Before mentioning the party to my husband, I mulled it over in my mind... thinking about how this could be an opportunity for both of us to experience "some new stuff," while keeping our loving relationship primary and free of lies. Well, when I mentioned the proposed party to my husband, he thought it sounded great. We had also been wanting to meet some other couples our age, and the idea of "playing around" sounded kind of funky to both of us.
The net result was that we were introduced to "swinging" or "mate-swapping." Without getting into all the details, both my husband and I had sex with other people's spouses that night. Later we went home and screwed for hours. Amazingly, my inhibitions dropped away early in the evening when most of the gals at the party shed their tops. I did too... and soon I had several guys wanting to dance with me and caress my rather sizable melons.
We found ourselves joining our new friends often, and both of us enjoyed the variety and the new sexual techniques and ideas we learned at the parties. My large breasts, my "gentle aggressiveness," and my enthusiasm for giving and receiving oral pleasure... and my husband's long, curved cock and talented tongue caused us to be regularly invited to new and bigger parties. However, this story is not about our swinging lifestyle. I just wanted to give you a little background.
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We had been married about four years when we both decided it was time to consider having a baby. Unlike many of our friends, we did not tell anyone about our hopes and plans. We just decided that we would have to forgo the swing parties until I was pregnant. So, that's what we did. We used a variety of excuses for avoiding sex with others for several months... while keeping our options open.
I immediately stopped my birth control pill regimen, and my loving husband and I screwed all the time. Nothing happened. I finally went to a doctor to get checked. He told me I was perfectly capable of having kids... that we needed to keep trying since my body may be taking time adjusting to no longer having the birth control chemicals in my system.
Several months later, I visited the doctor again. Again he assured me that my body was quite capable of getting pregnant. However, this time he said he wanted to check my husband. Well, we got a shock. It seems that my dear husband is sterile... possibly due to a childhood illness that he had had many years ago. We were crushed. We really wanted to start a family.
To avoid the chemicals in the birth control pills, I got myself fitted for a diaphragm, and we got into the party scene again for about a year. During that time, my husband and I talked about all sorts of possibilities for having the kids we wanted. Adoption... no, I was capable of bearing children... and I wanted to. Sperm Donation Bank... no, that sounded too impersonal, and Bart would not be part of the process. Surrogate Father... no, again my husband would not be part of the process... and there could be complications if the surrogate father ever wanted to claim his parental rights.
By that time, my husband was a very successful salesman with a computer hardware manufacturer. I had my own small business and could sometimes travel with him on his business trips. He often went to conventions, and I would go whenever I could.
At those conventions, my husband would often bring guys back to our room for an evening of penny-ante poker. I often served snacks before retreating to my portion of the suite that we usually rented. I noticed that several of the guys were quite handsome and seemed to appreciate my feminine presence.
One night after an evening of poker, my husband crawled into bed with me and said he had an idea. By that time, he had his long cock buried in my pussy as we faced each other, and we started to talk. "So, what's your idea," I quizzed him.
He pointed out that we really want to have kids, and that all the options we had considered so far seemed wrong for us. I agreed. Then he surprised me. "Well how about if, while we are out of town at one of these conventions, we made it possible for several guys to plant their seeds in you at the same time... guys I bring to our bed... so I play a major role in this operation," he said. As we talked it over, we both knew that under such conditions I was sure to get pregnant, and neither we nor the contributor of the successful sperm would know its source!
I thought about his proposal for a while as his cock continued to gently slide in and out of my juicy pussy. I liked the idea that I would not know which of the 'donors' actually started the pregnancy... and that my husband would be able to know that he played a major role in my (our) pregnancy. I kept thinking about it. It could work. I mean, I knew I could get pregnant if I just left the old diaphragm out... and yet the 'sperm donor' would not know of his contribution to our cause.
And, under this plan, neither my husband nor I could identify the 'donor'. That was an important variation from earlier ideas we had considered. We had already talked about the fact that we should not try this in our hometown area where the participating guys might eventually see that I am pregnant and might put two and two together.
That's when my husband told me he had gotten the idea during the poker game that evening. He suggested that we could take advantage of one or more of these convention evening poker games. He said he had watched how the guys often seem to drool over me when I serve snacks... and then look disappointed when I left to go into the bedroom for the night.
I pointed out that Marvin (a Black guy who sells at some of the shows my husband attends) often joins in the poker parties. I reminded him that we would have a hard time explaining a black child to our parents.
"That's where I come in," my loving husband proudly told me. He suggested that he could select a list of 6 or 8 prospective 'donors.' Then, he promised, he would select only white guys who seem intelligent and are in good shape. We talked about the fact that we would have to schedule a poker party at a time when I would be most fertile... and then he could pre-determine who would come to the poker party that night. That way, he assured me, he would feel that he would be 'fathering' our child by guiding the combined pool of sperm that got to mate with my eggs.
We talked about it a lot over the next several days. Since it was not the right time of my cycle, we could not implement our little plan during that convention... but I found myself wandering around the convention floor checking out potential 'donors.'
We agreed that our little plan was a bit kinky... and really far-out... but we decided together that this could be a great way to get the family we had always wanted. While this was not the way I would have chosen to have a child with my husband, I began to realize that we needed to implement some "gentle aggressiveness" and some unconventional thinking and actions to get what we wanted.
We learned that about two months later, there would be two simultaneous trade shows for the same industry. My husband learned which trade show his good friend Marvin would be working... and he signed up for the other one.... one in Oklahoma City. We checked the calendar. YES! The five-day Oklahoma City trade show would start just two days before my most fertile period would begin.
