"I'm honored you asked me. I'd be more than delighted to make your wish come true. It's the most magical part of what I do with couples. There's some paperwork we need to accomplish. It's designed to protect me from having any financial obligations during and after the conception. It's based on case law, the same used by clinics providing insemination services to people wanting to conceive."
He continued, "Unlike the services they provide, mine is free and a lot more fun for all parties involved. Many wives don't want their husbands to know until afterwards which I totally understand and I haven't seen a husband balk afterwards in all the years I've been doing this, but there's always a first time."
"If this were to happen, just know the law is on your side. As long as the two of you remain married he is considered the father and legally responsible for any children you conceive even if they are another man's."
"I know you're not worried, but it's good to know your rights. That's right; forewarned is forearmed. You sound like you've been doing some reading. Maybe you should take the LSAT."
The woman on the other end of the line, laughed. He liked her laugh and had grown very fond of her, but he also knew he had to protect himself. His Achilles heel was allowing himself to become emotionally entangled with the women he bedded and Moranda was no exception.
He had very strong feelings for her, but he also wasn't quite yet ready to renounce bachelorhood and his lifestyle and settle down with one woman. He wasn't a bed hopper, considered himself selective and while the affair lasted, faithful.
Jack's earliest sexual experience as a young man was with a married woman. She was a tigress both in bed and out. There was no doubt who called the shots in her marriage. Her husband was a nice guy, worked too hard, unable to meet his wife's emotional or physical needs, but he did love her.
He believed she had married down, a belief she encouraged him to hold onto as it served her well. He did everything for her. In return, she told Jack she let him perform cunnilingus on her. She swore it was all either of them wanted from the other sexually. Jack wasn't convinced, but considered it none of his business.
Their marriage seemed to work. The husband seemed happy. He and Jack were on good speaking terms, but both men ignored the eight hundred pound gorilla in the room, the affair he was having with the man's wife.
That affair led to others. He wasn't looking for a relationship and settling down and learned most single women might claim they only wanted a fuck buddy, but deep down they wanted a long term commitment.
So he turned to dating married women.
Three decades later, he was now dating Moranda, a twenty three year old woman who had been married less than a year to Ryan, who was also twenty three.
He was one of those men Father Time was very good to. He was an avid outdoorsman, tall, well built, a strong face, piercing brown eyes, thick brown hair, a people person, good at holding a conversation, knowledgeable about many topics.
Women found him interesting, but they also liked how focused he was on them when they had something to say. He excelled at listening, a complaint he often heard them make about their husbands.
He explained to them men listen differently and offered tips to make them better listeners who would not interpret everything they say as a problem needing to be solved. It's why women's stories were longer, richer in detail than men's, and told in a more interesting way.
As he got older, he learned many young women were drawn to older men. They equated age with experience, wealth, maturity, and authority. Inside most of these strong, assertive women was another woman wanting to be led and to serve men like him.
Moranda and Ryan were a good fit for each other. Within a very short while Jack knew Moranda led her marriage. She was affectionate with Ryan, talked kindly about him, but also very directive. Jack noticed Ryan had this habit of not giving others his full attention, because he was always looking to see if she needed anything.
Throughout a social event, Moranda could be talking to someone, lift her glass to show it was empty and Ryan would appear out of nowhere with a new drink, exchange glasses, and be out of sight, without interrupting her conversation, unless of course she wanted to introduce Ryan or have him included in the conversation.
Jack overheard her conversation with another wife. She commented how attentive Jack was. Moranda agreed and said she wouldn't have it any other way. She thought husbands should be slavish in their devotion; after all it's his job to provide for her. She saw wives as the glue holding a family together something she liked to remind husbands.
Jack had no doubt Moranda would have an impact on many marriages. She would remind women of their strength and how they needed to be un afraid and use it.
"You're in it for life so make it work for you. Insist he deliver what you need."
Jack was a historian and author, dabbled in documentaries, but earned most of his living giving lectures. The topics he lectured on were interesting, generated lots of spirited debate, and because he was the center of attention, focus on him.
He was very keen on presenting a certain image of being sophisticated but down to earth, well dressed but not foppish, manly but not aggressive. He could be aggressive and intimidating, but never on the public stage. The last thing he wanted was to come across as a sarcastic, bombastic, irritating know it all.
He wanted his audience, men and women, to like him, to want to be around him, to seek him out. And they did, almost always wives with their husbands in tow. He sensed with some of these women their interest in him extended beyond the subjects he had given a lecture on.
They had read his books, but also seen him on television as the "impartial expert analyst".
When a woman slipped him her phone number, literally under the nose of her clueless husband, he wondered if this is what a rock star felt like.
As to what he did with that phone number, he dialed the number and spent several months dating the woman. He later discovered her husband wasn't so clueless, but supportive of their affair due to his ongoing performance issues. Jack was only too happy to oblige.
That experience turned out to be a real eye opener. He learned appearances can be deceiving, the shy, young woman was anything but with her cuckold husband. She treated him like a subordinate. The sexual freedom she had she denied him, restricting his access to her body, rationing his orgasms, putting him in chastity, and biggest of all, having another man impregnate her.
Jack would have never tolerated such a marriage, but he found himself drawn to observe and participate in theirs. He discovered they were very much in love and quite happy with their grossly lopsided arrangement.
She was the first woman he impregnated. They were the first couple where he openly made love to the wife while her cuckold, eyes covered up, a ball gag in his mouth, restrained at the wrists and ankles, sat in a chair not five from them and listened. In spite of all the sensory deprivation and limitations on his physical movement, the cuckold managed to climax, coating the interior of his chastity device.
She was very vocal during what she referred to as her breeding, conception based not on love, although he was very fond of her, but animal attraction and genetics. Their child would be superior to a child she had with her cuckold. He didn't believe it true, but it definitely added even more spice to the moment.
She told her cuck she needed to get a real man to have a baby with because he was so inferior, that his penis and attempts at intercourse were pathetic, that the only part of him that was going to be in her pussy was his tongue. When she was done belittling her cuck, she heaped praise on Jack, telling him he was the best she ever had and how much she looked forward to making a baby with him, a baby her cuck would raise.
Their second attempt was even better as her cuck became an active participant cheering Jack on, guiding his cock into his wife's vagina, holding her hand while Jack and she rutted, staring at her, telling her he loved and worshiped her and wanted this as badly as she did and swore he would love their baby as if it was his.
Jack asked, "Are you sure? This baby will be a constant reminder of your wife's infidelity."
He answered, "I'm positive, that's the whole point."
"Very well," he said picking up the pace causing the wife to have the first of a series of orgasms, her pussy opening up more and more, she encouraging him to really pound her. When they finished their bodies were shiny with sweat.
He had never had sperm checked for motility and quantity, but he smugly said, "Congratulations, you're going to have a baby."
The cuck's wife said she felt the same way, positive that she was pregnant.
A few weeks later she missed her period. Afterwards, the three of them sat around the kitchen table, waiting for the results. All three were ecstatic over the news. Her cuck, with tears in his eyes, shook Jack's hand and thanked him, then thanked his wife, for making his fantasy come true.
Decades later he was now dating Moranda and she was asking him to father her child.
She asked, "When can I see you? I miss you?"
He answered, "I'll be back in town in two days."
"I can't wait. I've missed you...,"
He chuckled, enjoying the power he wielded, "Go on. Don't hold back. I want you to say it."
"Your cock."
"My cock has missed your pussy. I'm going to give it a workout."
"I hope so. I need it. My orgasms with you are so good."
He pointed out, "Better than your husband's."
"God, yes. I've never had those kinds of orgasms with him. His tongue is nice, but not the same."
It wasn't the first time he had heard this admission from a woman or had the orgasms they had with him compared to the ones they had with their husbands. He liked having his ego stroked and Moranda was definitely pumping it.
"What's your favorite part?" Jack asked.
"It's all good, but my favorite is the ending, when you fill me."
"I like that too, but my favorite is watching your face as you orgasm. I can feel your pussy dilate, begging me to pound it really hard."
She said, "I like that too. I'm sore afterwards, but it's a good sore. You put a smile on my face Jack."
They chatted some more before hanging up, she was heading to bed while he had hours left before his ended.
Moranda sounded really horny, he thought, wondering if she was going to need her cuck's services. He imagined her going to his room, telling him to put his book down, to get a towel, and to get on his knees at the side of the bed.
She would rest her ass on the edge of the bed, lay down, open her legs, and he would press his face against her sex and use his tongue to pleasure her. Ten, fifteen, twenty, or even thirty minutes later she would achieve the orgasm or orgasms she needed, thank him, get up, and retire to her bedroom.
He asked her why didn't she just use a vibrator as what she used her cuck for wasn't lovemaking, but more like masturbation. She told him she had vibrators, but none of them compared to the pleasure she got from her cuck's tongue.
She disagreed, "It's still lovemaking, just not what people consider normal. He's demonstrating how much he loves me when he does what I ask. I feel really connected to him, but the connection I have with you and with him are very different."
"He knows the only reward he'll get is being able to pleasure me. There is no quid pro quo. Do you know most of the time he climaxes while he's licking me?"
Jack said, "How is that possible? Isn't he in chastity?"
She smiled and said, "He is. I don't know how it's possible either, but it happens all the time with him. He says they feel more like a release than a real ejaculation. He likes having them. He sees it as a sign of how happy he is with what we're doing."
Jack couldn't imagine having his cock locked up, being denied sex, not kissing, touching, licking sucking, and most of all, not fucking.
"Too each their own," he thought.
Two days later, he and Moranda were at his place, making love. She had told her cuck she would be gone all weekend.
"How did he react?" Jack asked.
