Be forewarned: this starts out as a cuckold story, and I'm aware that the score will suffer accordingly. However, it doesn't end as one so I hope you'll stick it out until the end.
The cuckold/wife sharing lifestyle isn't my thing, but the opening scene popped into my head and the rest of the story flowed pretty smoothly from there, so I decided to write it.
There is no sex in this story. Sorry.
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SHE WANTS HIS BABY
And I'm not okay with that.
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My girlfriend, Erica, and I were relaxing on the couch watching some romantic comedy on TV. I was sitting on the left side, the footrest extended. Liz was leaned into me, her head on my shoulder/chest and I had my arm around her.
Erica is Hispanic, with deep brown skin and long, dark brown hair. She's about 5'4" and weighs in about 115. Her breasts are average-sized and her ass is round without being large. She really is lovely.
We both reacted to the key in the door at the same time. My wife wasn't due back from her business trip until tomorrow afternoon or evening, but she was the only other person with a key so it had to be her. We both watched as the door opened and my wife walked through the door dragging her carry-on.
Tiffany is taller than Erica, about 5'7", with a body built to pleasure a man. Her breasts are quite large and her figure is quite curvy. Her long blonde hair completes the impressive picture.
"Hey honey," I said. "I didn't expect you back until tomorrow."
"Hey baby, hey Erica. Yeah, we actually finished early and decided to come home early as well. Usually we would have stuck around and just spent the extra day in bed but Walter had some things that he needed to get back to."
Erica and I started to get up but Tiffany insisted we stay put.
"Don't let me ruin your evening. I'm beat. I'm just gonna take a bath to relax and then hit the hay. You guys don't mind using the guest room tonight, do you? I'd like to sleep in my own bed tonight."
"That's okay," Erica said. "I should probably just get going since you're home."
"Don't be silly, Erica. You guys had an evening planned and my coming home early shouldn't mess that up. Like I said, I'm just gonna crash anyway."
"Walter wear you out again?"
"Boy, did he. For a man pushing 60 he has incredible stamina. I finally had to make him stop the second night because my pussy was getting too sensitive. There is something we need to talk about tomorrow though, baby."
I nodded my understanding as she grabbed the handle of her bag and headed down the hall. Erica and sat in silence until we heard the bedroom door latch.
"What should we do?" she asked me.
"Just what she said and what we planned, just in the guest room."
"I'm not sure I'll be comfortable having sex while your wife is in the house. Maybe we should just cuddle tonight."
"It'll be fine. I won't get to see you for several days and I wanna make love to you again tonight. Please."
"Okay, but if you start me screaming again I won't be held responsible."
We finished the movie and then adjourned to the guest bedroom. There was most definitely screaming.
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Perhaps I should give a little background here. Tiffany and I have been married for almost 8 years, together for 11. She was hired by Walter Prescott right out of college as his personal assistant and he compensates her well. She made well more than I did at first, though I've closed the gap considerably.
She had worked for Walter for two years when we met, and had been fucking him while they were on the road for that entire period. They only did it on the road, and that has never changed, because they wanted to keep it secret. I expect the bonuses she received were due primarily to this particular job skill. They were very good at keeping a professional distance in the office and I doubt anyone at their office suspected.
She confessed her relationship with Walter to me about a year into our relationship. It wasn't something she shared with everyone but we had fallen in love with each other and this was something I had to know before we went any further.
She made it quite clear that she wasn't in love with Walter but enjoyed her relationship with him and had no intention of stopping it. We almost broke up over this and I stayed away from her for about a month after she told me. But I found that I missed her so much and didn't want to live without her, and she spent that entire time trying to get me to talk to her so I would understand it had nothing to do with us. It was just something she did while traveling and she was all mine when she was home.
Eventually her love for me and my love for her wore me down and we got back together. We dated for another two years while I tried to determine if I could really handle knowing what she was doing. I had some difficulties so eventually we negotiated a compromise: that I could spend time with other women while she was on the road, but only then.
I'll admit that I hoped our love would eventually cause her to rethink what she was doing but it hasn't seemed to have any effect. Mostly I've just gotten used to it and learned to live with it. Of course, being able to keep company with other ladies has helped quite a bit with that.
I do find it frustrating sometimes, particularly during April, July, and October. These are the months when Walter spends more time on the road than the others. Most months they spend a week to 10 days on the road, but during these months, as they bring their fiscal quarters to a close, they are often on the road as many as 3 full weeks. The thought that there are months when my wife is having sex with Walter more than she is with me make it very hard on me.
Over the years I've had a number of girlfriends myself. At first, I thought it would be difficult to find someone that would be okay with what amounts to a part-time relationship, but it's proven to be less difficult than expected. The key, as it turns out, is honesty. I made it clear from the outset what I was looking for and women seemed to appreciate that. If one woman wasn't interested she often knew someone that was.
Early on the relationships were heavy on the 'fuck buddy' side of things. No real emotional connection was ever made. When Tiff was out of town I called them and we'd get together. If they weren't available (which happened often enough since I couldn't really demand exclusivity under the circumstances) then I'd hang out with friends or just crash early, with the occasional foray into one-night-stand territory if I was really needing female company.
Eventually, all the women that I have had longer relationships with found someone to get serious with and ended things with me. They rarely lasted very long, the longest being about 7 months. The exception, I should note, is my current squeeze, Erica. We've been together for 2 years and she shows no signs of getting restless and wanting to move on.
I know this life wouldn't work for everyone but it worked for us. I had the love of my life when she was home, and when she wasn't I did what I needed to do, and became pretty good at pushing what Tiffany was doing on the road out of my mind.
But over the last few years it had started taking a toll on me. I didn't consider myself a sharing kind of guy when it came to my wife, and I was as surprised as anyone when I was willing to accept Tiffany's relationship with Walter. What can I say? I was in love.
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Erica and I stumbled out of the guest room to the smells of breakfast permeating the house. Tiff was wearing her full-length pink silk pajamas, which she turned to when she felt the need for softness and comfort. I don't know if she realized they came out almost every time she got home from a work trip with Walter.
Erica and I had slept nude but had pulled on some clothes before leaving the bedroom. She wore a knee-length nightgown (no bra or panties) and I wore running shorts and a t-shirt.
"Morning sleepyheads? Hungry?"
"We sure are, baby. Thanks."
I gave her a nice kiss on my way to the coffee maker to pour Erica and I each a cup. By the time I was done with that Tiff had served up plates of bacon, eggs, hash browns, and toast. We ate while we talked about what had gone on during our separation. Tiffany talked about the 2 contracts they'd secured during the trip and the bonus she could expect to receive as a result, and I talked mostly about the evenings Erica and I had spent together. It often went this way. She knew I had no particular interest in hearing about her and Walter, speaking of it only when I asked her directly, and she finds my work for Alpha Logistics mind-numbing and doesn't care to hear about the details.
After breakfast Erica took a quick shower and made her way back to her place, and I figured it was time for the conversation Tiffany had mentioned last night. We went out on the deck to enjoy the moderate late-winter weather and sat facing each other. We sat until she was ready to start.
"You know Walter's getting up in years, of course. He'll be 60 in a few years and he's started to think about his legacy."
"His legacy? Shit, Tiff, he's been really successful. I think his legacy is secure."
"That's true, but since the company technically belongs to his wife's family and was successful for years before he took over, he doesn't really think on it like that."
"How is Margaret, by the way?"
Margaret, Walter's wife of over 30 years, has been dealing with a variety of chronic health problems for almost as long. It's the main reason that Walter relies on his PA's for sex, though Margaret isn't aware of that, at least to my knowledge. She apparently can't sustain any physical activity for very long. From what Tiffany has told me, they do make love on occasion but most of their intimacy is non-sexual.
"She's okay. The same as usual. She's still sharp as a tack even if her body keeps letting her down."
"I'm glad to hear she hasn't gotten worse. So, Walter's legacy...?"
"Right. So, like I said, while he's made the company stronger and more profitable, since he didn't build the company he doesn't think he'll be particularly remembered. He feels he'll be seen as more of a caretaker."
"Okay. What's he planning to do about it, and what does that have to do with us?"
"He's decided that he wants to have a child."
Now, all by itself that statement wouldn't be cause for concern, but considering the relationship between Tiffany and Walter and the fact that one of the realities of Margaret's medical issues is her total and complete inability to conceive, let alone carry, a baby, I had a bad feeling about where this was headed.
"And am I safe in assuming that adoption is not at the top of his priority list?"
She looked at me without even a blink or a hesitation.
"He wants me to carry the baby."
As I pondered this statement and considered my reaction, Tiffany continued to look me in the eyes. What this told me was that, if she hadn't already agreed, she was certainly prepared to, and I suspect she figured my agreement was merely a formality. I decided to flip the script a little bit.
"And what did he say when you told him no?"
As I suspected, she was a little taken aback by my lack of immediate agreement.
"I didn't tell him no, or yes for that matter. I told him I needed to speak with you about it."
"But you expect me to agree to it."
"Why wouldn't you? You've been okay with my relationship with Walter all this time. Why would this be any different?"
"Well, I'm not okay with it, and my answer is no."
"Why?"
"Why? You want me to explain why I don't want my wife getting knocked up by another man? Okay, fine. Aside from what should be the obvious fact that I want my wife to carry only my children, I married you knowing about you and Walter because I loved you, and because you assured me that nothing would happen except when you were on the road."
