The Baby Maker 1

THE BABY MAKER

Probably my favorite thing to do in the world, especially to my wife, is giving her a sensual massage for one particular reason or another. The second reason I will talk about later. The first reason is that for me giving it is a sexual situation. We trade off, giving each other massages and I do love getting one, but giving one is my favorite thing. Having my hands on her naked body, kneading her ass cheeks, feeling her breasts in my hands, or touching her labia with my thumbs, is just about the best thing this man can do. She will stretch out on her stomach naked in our family room with her legs spread slightly, her face to one side, her arms out straight with her palms up, laying on a massage table in the middle of the floor.

I first did this to her on our second date to a nude beach, early one Sunday morning in June at the far end of the beach just around the point. I first did her back, going from her shoulders to her feet, slowly manipulating the muscles of her bare body with loving care, squeezing each calve, watching her labia twitch between her thighs, rubbing my hands up and down her physical body, tweaking each nipple between my fingers. It is pleasant for her, but it is a sexual experience for me.

I spend a lot of time with her feet. I take each one in a hand and twist it slightly, lovingly, then I push my thumbs in the ball of each foot, remembering a time I had ravished that body, that lovely, shapely bottom and I gaze at that rump with love and devotion, thinking of the past.

I pay particular attention to each ankle, twisting slightly again and pulling at the same time, working the flesh of her foot with my fingers. From there I go to her calves, pushing down on each one, rolling it in each hand, feeling the tone of each leg, and I watch her nakedness before me as I pay homage to her gorgeous body.

When I reach her thighs, I tighten my grip and press them down and roll each one lovingly, tenderly, expertly, reveling the experience of the woman in my hands. From her thighs I move once again to her bottom and before I start I take a mental picture of the glorious sight. I hold a bun in each hand and move them apart, opening the crease between her buttocks and admire the pinhole in the lower slit.

My fingers touch it and the pinhole flexes, tightens, and twitches with my contact and I push one finger against its circle of wrinkles, then I rotate around its center and push within. She moans and I press down harder, and my finger enters her and her groans turn to squeals as she savors the feel of my finger inside of her.

From her bottom I move to her back and push down on the small space just above her waist. She sighs and I roll her back and forth. I rub my hands up her back, pushing down as I slide them towards her shoulders, my thumbs along her spine, moving over each knob of backbone to her neck, then I reach around her lovely nape and roll and tighten my fingers, treating her upper body to a deep pleasurable sensation, and she moans as she receives it.

I have her turn over and then start once again at her feet and work my way up her body. Up each calve, thigh, spending time parting her legs, putting a hand on each hip and manipulating each labia with my thumbs, inserting a finger into her, reaching deep and feeling the wet, softness of her inner canal, watching her face as I move my thumb to her clitoris, circling the bud and pushing gently against its tiny hard bead with a slight bit of pressure.

Her face reflects the pleasure she feels and her brow furrows and her teeth bite down on her lower lip. Her eyes close and her breathing rate increases, her breasts rise with each gulp of air. Her eyes open as I explore deeper and a contented smile crosses her face.

I leave one hand at her pussy, but I slowly move the other up her tummy to her breasts, massaging each one with delicate fingers, rubbing each nipple with a thumb, watching her smile broaden and radiate. With one hand still at her pussy, I take the other and play with her soft mounds.

She opens her eyes and looks at me, smiling as I play with her tits and pussy. I insert one finger into her up to the second knuckle, then I begin moving it around in her, brushing against the doughy, sugary walls of her vagina. She blows me a kiss as I pleasured her.

Before I start her sensual massage I undress, so during my attending to her my naked body is in constant contact with her naked body, and after playing with her pussy my cock begins to stand at full attention. As I stand near her head, as it hangs over the end of the massage table, I put my cock by her mouth. Without using her hands, she begins sucking on the underside of my dick.

Finally, she takes it into her mouth and turns her head so she can take it to the back of her throat. I start to move back and forth, pushing my cock in and out of her mouth. I give this massage to her more often because a doctor said it may help her fertility.

After three years of marriage I watched her suck a cock and it wasn't mine. Our friend Shawn from the San Fransisco was visiting for a week. She and I had never talked about sex with other people until our fertility problems began, but since he was staying a week I was pretty sure by the time he drove away his cock would have been sliding into my wife's moist and willing pussy. It was obvious by the way they fooled around, flirted, and had been right at the edge of sex since he'd arrived. Finally, I dared her one night to suck his cock while he was with us and she seemed to take the dare as a challenge. Just by the look on her face I could see that she was determined.

It was on the third night when we were in the hot tub, we were all nude, and after awhile she just stood up and went right over to him. Without any discussion or hesitation, she simply knelt in front of Shawn and put her lips over the end of his already erect cock. I just sat back and watched, since I'd had been the one who had dared her. He looked over at me as she sucked his cock, checking my reaction. Claire eagerly gave our house guest a slutty blowjob, sucking his cock like a thousand dollar whore. I smiled and shrugged, and he took that as my approved and sat back and let her suck on him, and he looked down at her as she worked on his firm dick, moving her head up and down his shaft and taking it completely in her mouth, stopping occasionally to suck on the tip and run her tongue across the bulbous end, smiling over at me as she sucked my friend's erect penis.

I cannot explain just why I enjoy watching her do that so much, but I cannot deny it is a genuine pleasure to see her giving someone else actual sexual pleasure. But what we hadn't told Shawn was that we needed a baby maker, that my sperm count was so low I couldn't get Claire pregnant, that out of all our friends and possible candidates she'd picked him, and that the blowjob was just the first step to convincing him to try to get her pregnant.

I didn't think he would need much convincing to fuck her, but fathering her child could be a different matter. She didn't want to do it the cold, impersonal, old fashioned, clinical way of just having a doctor insert a turkey baster of sperm inside her vagina at a lab and try to produce a baby. Shawn was healthy, had a daughter of his own, was intelligent, and fit all our requirements. Before his wife died he had a normal family and had been our friend for years. Besides that, she was terribly attracted to Shawn and I knew had wanted to fuck him for years. Did I have a problem with that? That was the strange part. I had wanted to see him fuck her for a long time, so if he would agree to help us get a baby, it would work out perfectly.

He accepted her blowjob without reservation, so if he would agree to father her child we would both be thrilled. I had no problem at all with raising Shawn's child. His daughter was like a member of our family anyway, so it would not be difficult. We had researched his family medical history, the legal aspects of him being the father, and even considered if we would ever tell anyone, especially some of our close friends.

We had decided against telling anyone how we did it. We figured it was no one's business except ours whether she fucked someone to get a baby. The main issue was getting Shawn to agree. I didn't see why he wouldn't, but you never know.

We had tried to utilize the massage theory, which one clinic had recommended to help with her fertility. It was suggested because it put her in her most fertile state during the massage that would help accommodate her getting pregnant they said, but that never worked. Problem was, it wasn't her, at all. That was when she came up with the 'surrogate dad' idea.

At first I was dubious, but she wanted a baby so badly that I would do anything to help her achieve that. So when she suggested a "helper" I agreed pretty quickly. When she decided on Shawn, I felt better about the whole thing. He had been one of our closest friends and fit all our requirements, so the decision was not all that hard.

After the hot tub evening at our house, we sat down with him and explained our plan. He listened without comment until Claire was finished. She told him we would understand if he chose not to do it, but she made it plain we would be most grateful if he would.

When she was finished he looked at me and smiled. "So you are okay with this?"

"Claire wants a baby, and I cannot give her one," I said. "It would be a big favor to us if you would help us. Yes," I said, "I am okay with it. More than okay. We have thought about it for awhile. It is what we both want. She wants to do it the old fashion way. Like watching you two in the hot tub, it also turns me on to have someone she likes give her sexual pleasure. Don't ask me why. I just do."

"Actually, that is not all that hard to understand," he said. "Before Janet died we tried some swapping with another couple and it was a big turn on to see her getting fucked by some big dude with a huge cock. I have always had a thing for your wife. Of course, I think you know that, right? The hot tub thing was amazing," he said. "I've dreamed of that for years."

I said I figured that he had felt that way. "How could you not?" I said. "Especially after Janet died. Being here, in the hot tub, everybody nude, her looking so fucking hot. What man wouldn't?"

"So, about this plan of yours, when do you want me to do it?" he asked.

"While you are here this week," I said. "She hasn't decided if she wants me to be there, for you to go to a hotel, or what," I said. "But soon."

He nodded. "Whenever," he said. "I am honored to be her choice. As long as you are okay with it."

"I am," I said. "And watching the other night while she gave you head was fantastic," I added.

"Strange, isn't it?" he said. "I was the same way watching Janet fuck a guy we knew," he said. "It was a tremendous turn on for me as well."

I was glad he understood because I wasn't sure I could explain it to anyone. When Claire and I went to bed that night, I told her what Shawn had said. She asked if I'd mind them going to a hotel to help make it more special.

"Of course, I wouldn't mind," I said honestly.

I asked what hotel she was thinking of and she said the Marriott. I thought I would surprise them and reserve the bridal suite. We decided they would go that Saturday. That was two days away, and I said I would help her get ready for her 'baby date' on Saturday. I helped shave her pussy, powder every single part of her, and bought them some lubricant.

I said I would stay home if she would tell me all about it when she got back. I said I wanted details and she agreed to tell me all about everything they did. The fact that I was agreeing to have another man father my wife's baby did not make me uneasy. Raising another man's baby was no harder than raising a child you adopted rather than were the biological father of. I knew I would love the child as if it was from my own sperm supply.

Shawn and Claire left the house at ten in the morning bound for the Marriott and were going to come home Sunday afternoon. After his all-day attempt to impregnate my wife, we would have him over for dinner and to celebrate the coming pregnancy.

"You know it may take many tries," she said. "It doesn't just happen every time. We may have to repeat the process," she said with a smile.

"However many tries it takes," I said, "is fine."

After they left the house I tried to think of other things. I sat and watched a football game but it was no use. My mind was not on the game. I kept imagining him plowing into her and it kept me in a constant state of arousal all day. That night I went on Netflix and got a movie that I had wanted to see, but every scene just reminded me what was happening at the Marriott. Not that it was bothering me, but I couldn't stop thinking about it, like a great porn flick or a song you can't get out of your head. I kept picturing what I had watched them do in our hot tub.

If I closed my eyes, I would see her with Shawn's dick in her mouth and her tongue swabbing the head of his erect cock. I imagined, like I had watched, her catching his globs of cum on her tongue, cheeks, and lips, swallowing his ejaculating semen like it was a delicious dessert, wiping her tongue over her lips, licking his cum off of that lovely smile.

I'd picture his erect cock pushing into her, opening her puffy lower lips and thrusting between them, going deep into her love canal and generating foam from both of their lubricants that gathers on his dick and on her pussy entrance and thighs. I imagined him licking off her pussy and her eating it off his sticky shaft, licking it like whipped cream from a strawberry shortcake.

I got some of my men's magazines and pretended the pictures were Claire and Shawn, imagining they were the couple in the photographs. I even masturbated to thoughts of the two of them. I found myself hoping she wouldn't get pregnant right away so they would have to fuck more times. I, of course, wanted her to get pregnant, but I also wanted them to continue fucking and maybe let me watch. I really wanted to watch them. If she didn't get pregnant soon, I had decided to ask them directly if they would mind me as a spectator.

I found some articles about men who like to watch their wives having sex. One expert said it was a growing trend because men were giving up traditional masculine roles.

Another said it was because women were taking a more nontraditional role in society. Still another felt it was because sex was becoming more visual in our society, and men were visual creatures. A study out of France maintained that family structure was fragmenting and sexual depravity was growing throughout the world.

I didn't know about all that, but I knew it was a reality in me, and I wasn't sure about the cause. A study from California sited an increase in non monogamous relationships and a surge in extramarital activity in the middle and lower class Americans. A blogger in Pennsylvania warned that it foretold the decline of ethical society as we know it.

I do not think of myself as depraved, but I do know both Shawn and I experienced the same thing. I am pretty sure surrogate fathers have existed before now, but it was a personal decision for us and we are not pledged by guilt for what we have decided to do.

When Claire got home Sunday I could not wait to hear her tell me about her night with Shawn. Well?" I said as we sat on the couch.

"Could we wait until we go to bed?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, but I didn't want to have to wait. She was right, however, bed would be a better place than the family room to hear about her having sex with Shawn. "Well?" I said as soon as our heads hit the pillows. "Don't leave anything out," I said. "Tell me everything. Step by glorious step."

"Well," she said, "on the way there he reached under my dress and, well, you know."

"I do, but tell me every detail," I said.

"I took my panties off before we left," she said. "Is that the kind of thing you want to know?"

"Yes," I said. "Just like that. I want to know what was said, what he did to you, and what you did to him. Everything."

"Well, he drove with one hand," she said with a smile. "I came once before we got to the hotel. In the elevator he reached under my dress and inserted a finger. In the room, just inside the door he asked me to strip for him and I did. He wanted to just look at me for awhile," she said with a smile. "It was very sexy," she admitted.

"I asked him what he liked. He said everything with me. He said, 'Lots of oral. Cowgirl (which I was grateful for), and shower sex.' He has been very horny since Janet died," she said. "He hasn't had a piece of ass in two years."

I had never heard her say 'piece of ass' before, ever. Our experience with Shawn had brought about some changes in Claire, that was for sure. Until the desire for a baby and my dare had brought her to the decision to look elsewhere for a child and agree to have sex with someone else, she never would have considered doing either of those things. And going to a hotel for sex would not have been something she would ever have done before all of this happened.

She said after she stripped for him she asked him to return the favor, which he did. She said the first thing he did was oral on her, then after she came he put it into her and with a steady motion he slowly increased his pace until he was rapidly going in and out of her, making sloshing sounds that she could hear echoing throughout the room.

She came, they rested, then she got on top and he came in her for a second time within an hour. "I might as well put as much in there as possible," he said.

"Exactly," she replied.

Throughout the night, although at one point she lost count, she thought he came in her over six times. Even with my hoping they would have to repeat, she became pregnant that very weekend, although they did try again three weekends in a row.

Nine months later, to the day, she gave birth to a 7 lb. 4 ounce baby girl, Emily. She is now five, and she loves her uncle Shawn, who visits her as often as he can, which is usually once or twice a month. We have talked about a second baby, but so far that is just talk. I do give her weekly sensual massages, because you never know, maybe I will get lucky. She returns the favor, just not as often as I do her since being a mother cuts into our free time together.