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Copyright 1998 by E. Z. Riter.
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Over the next three weeks, our lives were pretty much like any typical American family. I went to work each week day at the office where Mr. Williams was my boss. Becky went to her job in her townhouse as a professional slut where she'd fuck between two and six of the club members each day. Usually, Trudy had dinner with us. After dinner, the three of us visited and had sex. After Trudy went home, Becky and I cuddled in bed, falling asleep in each other's arms.
I never imagined my sex life would be this good. I couldn't even believe that Becky was so hot because before she became my boss' slut, our sex life was mediocre. Not only did I have a world class slut, my wife, in my bed each night, I had Trudy, too. Trudy was sweet, as sweet as my darling Becky. She was more shy and not as good in bed but, she was still damn good.
Trudy really surprised me in the way she opened up with Becky. The two of them enjoyed making love, as they called it. I enjoyed watching them, seeing their bodies, smelling them. I knew Trudy wanted no more than the three of us though. She made that very clear. For her, Mr. Williams, Becky and I were the limit. That was fine, too. Not everyone is a world class slut like my Becky.
One night Becky was in the bathroom after dinner. Trudy and I were in the kitchen cleaning up when we heard an ear piercing shriek. Becky came running into the kitchen wild eyed.
"Blue! Look! Blue!"
She collapsed on the floor and began to sob. Trudy and I ran to her, still unaware of the cause of her anguish.
"My home pregnancy test is blue! I'm pregnant! Pregnant, Bobby. Oh, god, I have waited so long."
The three of us sobbed and held each other, our joy at Becky's pregnancy more than we could stand.
The next day a test at the doctor confirmed it. Becky was pregnant. She was pregnant, a child growing in her womb. Of course, we did not know which of the seven men who gambled on her impregnation was the father or what race the baby would be but, we didn't care. Becky was pregnant. I was so thrilled for her, and so was Trudy.
After Becky told my boss, Mr. Williams, of her joy, he scheduled a big party for that next Saturday afternoon at his club to celebrate Becky's pregnancy.
Trudy and I went to the mall when Becky left in Mr. Williams limo. Becky was so happy she pranced down the sidewalk and flashed her shaved pussy and pierced pussy at Mr. Gleason before jumping in the car. Poor Mr. Gleason. Becky did tease him terribly, allowing him only an infrequent blow job to quench the flames she built in him. I just realized that was unfair to Becky. She wasn't a tease. She was so sexual and slutty that every man who saw her wanted her. That made me proud. Everyone wanted my wife but only Mr. Williams, the men who chose to give her to, and I had her.
Becky was happy not only because she was pregnant. She was happy because her pregnancy meant she could fuck all twenty-five of the club members without them wearing condoms. She was very excited about that.
"And without condoms. I'm pregnant so they can all splash their cum in me. Oh, Bobby, I do love cum in me," she giggled as she was dressing.
About two months later, Trudy moved in with us. She was a great help to Becky during her pregnancy. Both Becky and I enjoyed sex with Trudy. The three of us slept in the big king-sized bed in our bedroom. She was a real member of our family.
For the duration of Becky's pregnancy, our lives were normal. Until she started her ninth month, Becky went to work every day just like Trudy and I did.
Becky delivered a beautiful, healthy baby boy. The timing showed the funnel and comb had done the trick. When I visited the hospital about three days after the baby was born, Becky was sitting up in bed nursing the baby. We had not named him yet. Her tits were even bigger than they had been and full of rich, thick milk which Mr. Williams, Trudy and I had already sampled. Becky had enough milk for us all. Becky was smiling up at me, happiness and sweetness radiating from her. I preferred she watch the baby. I would have hated it if that massive tit crushed him.
"Bobby, I've decided on a name for him. I call going to name him Robert Edward Jones, Jr., after you."
While I was honored my wife wanted another man's baby to have my name, I had other plans.
"No, Becky. We're going to name him and the others after their fathers, whoever they may be."
"Oh, Bobby. Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"I like that, Bobby. It's so slutty. We'll always think of the father when we call our child's name. But I want to name him now and we don't know his father yet."
"Yes, we do. The DNA tests came back today."
She jerked, which squeezed a breast, I mean tit, which forced a surge of milk down the baby, which made him choke. She patted his back lovingly and returned him to his meal.
"Who is it?" she asked excitedly.
"His father is Charles Williams."
"Horse? Horse! Oh, Bobby, how wonderful. I was praying Horse would father the first one. Can we call the baby Charlie?"
"No, Becky. Let's call him Colt."
"Oh, Bobby. That's perfect. Colt. Little Colt, sired by Horse. Darling, little, baby, Colt."
She lovingly stroked the man-child heartily nursing as her massive teat, her face with the radiance of a mother, the happy mother she was. She looked up at me. A sexy smile crossed her face.
"If he's hung like his father, we'll have to call him Stallion when he's grown."
I knew my Becky loved Charles Williams' big cock. I knew of the twenty-five men fucking her (twenty-six if you include me), Horse's cock was the biggest. That's why he was called Horse. Becky and Horse had a very special relationship that extended beyond sex. I think they loved each other.
Becky glanced up with a devilish expression in her eye.
"If he's hung like his father, I think his mother will have to introduce him to sex."
I gasped. "Are you joking?"
"No. Mothers need to teach and help their children, don't they? I'll introduce them all, boys and girls. Bobby, none of them could have a better teacher than I am. I mean, I'm a teacher and a slut. Who better to teach sex ed?"
I couldn't tell if she was joking or not. The little glimmer in her eye made me believe she was teasing, but something about the way she said it made me think she was serious. I had years to think about that.
Horse was so overjoyed at the baby being his, he wept. His son and my boss, Mr. Williams, seemed very happy, too. It occurred to me that Colt was my boss' brother, or half brother anyway. I wondered how he felt about Becky bringing his brother into the world rather than his son. If it bothered him, he never showed it.
The next year, and the one after it, produced the same cycle. Becky would be fertilized by the men making the bet, six the second year, five the third, since the winner of the previous year's bet dropped out of the process. Becky would get pregnant. We all continued our work routines.
The second child was Jade Li Jones, named by Mr. Li, who won the bet that year, after his grandmother, the clan matriarch who emigrated from China two generations ago.
The third was Anna Maria Martinez Jones, named for two lovely Hispanic ladies, the grandmothers of Mr. Martinez, the child's father. After the winner was announced, Mr. Martinez arrived at the hospital with his wife, five children by her and our baby's two namesakes to bless and welcome the new arrival.
No man ever had two such beautiful, happy, healthy and wonderful daughters as I did. And none had such a fine son as Colt.
Colt had been born in June, Jade in late April, and, Maria in February, of three consecutive years. Becky was dropping babies every ten or eleven months. Although she was very happy and healthy, the deliveries and her profession tired her. Trudy quit working for Mr. Williams two months before Maria was born. She stayed home to care for the children, allowing Becky to continue her profession, and me to continue in mine. I'd received some nice promotions in the intervening years. My status and income were significantly higher. So was my work load.
It had been a wonderful, idyllic life. Becky was eight months pregnant with the fourth child when a tragedy occurred, a tragedy which altered our lives significantly.
I was at the office when the phone rang. It was Becky. She sounded hysterical.
"Bobby! Bobby! I'm at the hospital. Oh, god, Bobby. Horse has had a heart attack!"
I broke the news to Mr. Williams, my boss, and Horse's son. He rushed to the hospital as did I. Becky was in the CCU waiting room. Becky looked terrible and forlorn. Her makeup, always put on thickly since she was a slut, was running down her face. Her hair was a fright.
She had been wearing a bra since Colt was born, a nursing bra, since she had been constantly nursing one child or another for almost four years. It was her intention to nurse each child for two years, so she was still nursing Jade and Maria. Truthfully, she still took Colt to her breasts sometimes, letting the boy share in her bounty. Her milk laden breasts were a EEE.
She was without that bra now. Her breasts were high and firm and huge. Milk was pouring from her. The milk had soaked her blouse which was only a piece of see through cotton. It was running down to her micro-mini-skirt, which was askew.
"Oh, Bobby," she wailed when she saw me. She threw her arms around me and collapsed. I helped her to a seat just as Mr. Williams came in. She was sobbing but trying to hold it in. She was so distraught she couldn't help the tears. We all were distraught.
A young doctor walked out of the unit toward us.
"Are you the family of Charles Williams?"
"Yes. I'm his son," my boss replied.
The doctor had not looked at any of us except Becky. He could not pull his eyes away from those tits of hers. In fact, every man in the waiting room and a good part of the floor staff has taken up positions to stare at Becky.
She was oblivious to them which told me how distraught she really was. My Becky, being a true slut, loved to have men stare at her. If she realized they were looking, she would be showing off herself to them.
"Was anyone with him when the heart attack occurred?" the doctor asked.
