I stunned her. On the other hand, I am fairly sure I also relieved some of the doubt that she had been feeling deep in her heart. She knew that she had a deep need for sex that went way beyond what most men or women could tolerate, let alone cope with. All she said was, "I love you, Jim."
With that hurdle behind us we spent our evenings for the next few weeks planning two different things. Firstly, we had to plan a wedding. A complicated wedding with a bride whose pregnancy pre-dated meeting the groom by two months. Also, a wedding where the bride's family were moderately observant Muslims and the groom's family were the kind of atheists who considered Richard Dawkins a bit too meek and mild. Secondly, we had to plan how we'd fit Mona's extra men into our life.
Blessed with a secular state and a bride's mother who was clearly willing and capable to arrange compromises where they made sense, we settled on a small registry office wedding with a marquee in the garden of a nearby stately home afterwards. It would be an almost family-only affair as Mona's father did not want his community seeing his beautiful but pregnant daughter marrying an infidel (even if he was the kind of infidel he could get along with).
The second issue was also tricky but we agreed what we would do. Neither of us really had any experience of this because while Mona had had a lot of partners over the last eight or nine years, she had never had a threesome. So we worked it out logically. Sort of. We both knew that we did not want to risk the possibility of extra-curricular sex turning into anything that could threaten our relationship. Therefore, we agreed that Mona would only have one-night-stands. These men were only there for the sex and nothing else.
So, we registered on several hookup sites and advertised for men who wouldn't mind having sex with a pregnant woman. We were both worried that we might not have many responses but had almost 20, which was a pretty good start. Mona picked one that she liked the look of and arranged to meet him in a nearby hotel in a few days.
She came home just before midnight looking very mussed and smelling of sex. My cock stood to attention as she entered the living room. I was very tuned on and gently pushed her back into the armchair and pushed up her skirt. Her knickers were missing and she was dripping a combination of her own juices and the remains of his semen. Even her stories had not turned me on as much as this. My heart was racing. My cock was rigid and I knew what I had to do. I put my head between her thighs used my tongue to lick her clean and show her how much I loved her. Then I led her into the bedroom and we made slow, languorous love.
It looked like this wasn't something I was just tolerating, I loved it! My libido might not have been as high as Mona's but her extra-curricular sex life excited me like nothing else I had ever experienced and helped raise my performance to heights I could never have otherwise achieved. The decision was obvious. I should be there in the room with her as often as possible. And I should always be with her immediately afterwards so that we could renew our special love for each other.
That's the way things went for the next couple of months, as we drew close to the wedding. Sometimes she would meet men in a hotel and sometimes they would come to our place. But it was never at their place because of the requirements for some 'us' time afterwards. Our sex life was superb and we were deeply in love. We had not known each other for four months yet.
Mona was just over six months pregnant when we got married and there was quite a lot of gossip, especially as we had made sure to invite Pam and Alan who explained how we had met at their New Year's Eve party, which was barely four months previously. What they didn't know was that 15 minutes after she had met at the bar, Mona was in another guest's hotel room, having sex with a man she had only met earlier in the evening.
We were both quite turned on that Mona was pregnant when we met at the party, even if Mona wasn't quite sure at that point. We were also turned on knowing that she was pregnant from a one-night-stand. But the icing on the cake was that Mona did not know which of her one-night-stands had got her pregnant. In our pillow talk in the lead up to the wedding we discussed how sexy it would be if Mona could meet someone immediately before the ceremony so that she could have some other man's semen in her very pregnant body as we made our vows. Sadly, that was just impractical.
That said, we managed to find three men who were happy to join Mona in bed while we were on honeymoon. It was very sexy watching Mona have sex with men we would never meet again while she was wearing her bridal lingerie. It was even sexier licking their semen from her very spermy pussy after they had left our room.
Following our return from honeymoon we moved into preparation for the baby. This ate most of our time, so there was no sex with anyone but us in the final two months of her pregnancy. Painting nurseries, constructing cots from flat-packs, and stocking up on nappies and baby clothes took longer than either of us had expected. The time flew by and suddenly her waters broke and we headed off to the maternity unit.
Six hours later we had a little baby girl and the midwife was clearly a bit shocked that she looked nothing like either of us. We handed Mona our baby girl, swaddled in white, and despite being as tired as a winning marathon runner her face lit up and she kissed our daughter as she gently hugged her.
I explained to the midwife that Mona had been pregnant when we met and then Mona said, "I think I know who the father is. An Australian aboriginal man I met in Leicester." The midwife did not look amused at the implication that Mona had played daddy roulette but we both grinned so hard our faces hurt.
As her daddy was Australian we decided to call our daughter Kylie. She was very healthy and we were soon sent home and began to enjoy family life together.
Both our families were shocked by how little Kylie resembled us. I think there was also some resentment that while they might have been able to come up with some kind of creative lie about when we met or how long the pregnancy had taken there was no way Kylie's skin colour could have come from either of us. The chances of invitations to stay with Mona's family were evaporating.
This was clearly disappointing and it also increased the pressure on us as parents. On the other hand, it also strengthened the bond between us. It was Jim and Mona against the world. We loved each other, we loved Kylie, and we'd be a happy family.
Two months in to parenthood and we were feeling very happy as a family. But Mona was feeling the return of her sexual desire. Well, she'd felt it come back a couple of days after the delivery when her vagina had had a chance to recover but we'd been too busy with three hourly feeds and nappy changes to do anything about it with anyone else. But we felt that we had enough routine and experience of parenting now that we could start to bring in men for Mona again.
So we placed a new advert on our favourite site and soon enough had something planned. Mona was so slick with excitement she had to change her knickers twice that day before she got ready for our visitor. We had a wonderful evening. Kylie slept like a princess while we played with a Scottish oil engineer from Aberdeen. He filled Mona up twice before heading back to his hotel and I worshipped her spermy pussy once more with my mouth.
Breastfeeding isn't really a contraceptive apparently but over the next few months we relied on a combination of it and just not scheduling our adult play dates when Mona was most fertile. But soon enough we realised that we actually wanted another baby and discussed when and how. We quickly decided that when would be as soon as possible. Then we discussed what we felt about who should be the father of our next child.
We quickly agreed that we had both found the idea of Mona carrying someone else's child very sexy. We also agreed that we had found the idea of not knowing the father's identity before the birth even more exciting. Repeating it again might be good. But Mona was worried that I would be desperately disappointed if it turned out that I was not the father. Obviously, I'd have more chances than any other individual man but if we went at this as full throttle as we hoped I might not have more than a 25% chance.
I made a suggestion. "How about," I said, "if everyone but me cums inside you and I am the only one wearing condoms. We won't know the father's identity but we'll know that it's not me. I might not be the sperm donor but I be the loving father. What do you think?"
"Done."
So that's what we did. As parents of a young child we couldn't party often but when we did party we made sure we had a good time. Every couple of weeks we'd pick someone with a good rating from our favourite site and Mona would ride him and he'd ride her for a couple of hours. Then he'd leave and we'd make slow, sweet love together. The reduced frequency of our adult play dates meant that it took Mona a while to 'catch' but after a while she did and there were three possible candidates for the father.
It's six months since the arrival of our second daughter, now. It's clear who the father was, a diplomat from the Madagascan embassy. Janie is healthy, good natured, and she and her older sister seem to get on really well. We are now thinking about a third child to round out our family. We've not decided yet but I think I might be fathering this one myself. It's not that I don't get excited by Mona's adult play dates any more, or have a problem with her carrying a third child from an unknown father. It's just that having two kids under two is hard work and we don't seem to have the time for extra-curricular sex any more.
