Another bun in the oven

I was kneeling next to the bed, still holding my wife's hand, and Clyde towered over me, his sticky cock swinging back and forth in front of my face. I was afraid to find out what would happen if I tried to stand up to him, but I knew I wasn't going to say no anyway. Instead, I just mumbled, "that's fair."

He took a step closer, until his bulbous cockhead was right in front of my face. "Now, clean me off so I can fuck your wife agan." My mouth opened from shock and he pushed it closer. After a long moment I shook my head no. He laughed. "Ah, I was just kiddin'. I ain't no queer. But you sure thought long and hard about it, didn't you Chuckie?"

My face burned with humiliation, but he was already ignoring me. "Now, Ash, why don't you make us some breakfast. I worked up an appetite knocking you up!" He winked at me. "After we eat, I'm gonna slap your ass black and blue and then fuck another load of baby juice into you. How's that sound?"

My wife just shook her head and smiled at him like he was an incorrigible scamp, and scampered off to the kitchen without bothering to get dressed. She was so drenched in sweat her hair was plastered to her face, I could see a white stream of cum leaking from her raw, swollen pussy, and her ass was bright red. She was the sexiest goddamn thing I'd ever seen. Clyde had claimed her body entirely, abusing and impregnating her, and yet I still worshiped every inch of her.

I went to follow her into the kitchen, but Daisy held me back. "That shit got me horny as hell. Ash told me how good you eat pussy, but I'm not sure you deserve any pussy." She got on all fours on the bed, legs apart, belly and breasts swaying heavily, ass facing me to give me a good look at her snatch from behind. "How about you lick my buthole and I'll get myself off."

I had never even touched a woman's asshole and had always been disgusted by the thought of it. And who knows when the last time Daisy had showered was. But after everything else that had happened, you really think I'd say no? I found myself with my face buried in her ass, tonguing her salty, sweaty rosebud, the unmistakable smell of shit hitting my nostrils. It was revolting, but I couldn't stop myself. Especially when she started fingering herself just inches from where my tongue was going to work on her puckered asshole.

After a few minutes, I felt Clyde's weight on the bed as he knelt down in front of her. She greedily licked up her own sister's juices from his cock as he told her what a good little slut she was. After a few minutes, he was hard as a rock again.

"Sweetie, you know I love to dump a load all over your face. But one of these little swimmers might be your nephew!"

Daisy laughed. "You mean you ain't knocked up that little bitch yet? Better go fuck her some more. I hear her husband likes it." She laughed and wiggled her ass in my face, before getting up off the bed and turning to look me up and down. I didn't have Clyde's powers of recovery, so my dick was still sticky and shriveled and there was no mistaking the pitying smile on her face.

"Your tongue feels good on my butthole, Charlie. You're going to have to start spending a lot more time back there. Maybe if my husband ever takes a break from breeding your wife, he'll buttfuck me so you can eat a load of his cum from my ass. I'll probably be so stretched out your whole tongue will fit inside! Won't that be fun?"

No. It emphatically would not be fun. But I found myself unable to object and just sat there open-mouthed as she laughed at me again.

I got dressed before I went into the kitchen, but the other three stayed naked. I felt awkward, being fully dressed, but even moreso that my wife was casually chatting about the hike in the woods she wanted us to take that morning, as Clyde casually fondled her tits in front of me. I never thought I'd be happy to see a sexy naked woman put her clothes back on, but it came as a relief when Ash got dressed for the hike, just because it meant I didn't have to watch Clyde mauling her, although he did squeeze her ass through her jeans and give her a deep kiss before we left for our hike.

I braced myself for a long talk as we walked, but it turned out there wasn't much to say.

"So, you know I still love you," she said, as she took my hand and led me off Clyde's property and into the trees.

"Of course," I said hesitantly. "I'm just not sure how this is going to affect us. I mean..."

"You told Clyde to fuck a baby into me last night. Practically begged him."

"I got caught up in... I mean..." My wife had fucked another guy bareback, right in front of me, and somehow I was the one on the defensive.

She put her arms around my neck and pressed her body up against me. "And you meant it, didn't you?"

It took a long moment of soul-searching before I quietly nodded.

"Clyde's an asshole," she stated bluntly. "But I love having his dick in me. I love when he cums in me. And I get hot thinking about him knocking me up again."

I felt my mouth go dry.

"But I also love you dearly. I love being married to you, and I want to raise more kids with you."

She kissed me. The mixture of joy, lust, and shame I had been feeling since the day before hit me even harder.

"So now I get everything I want!" She kissed me again and skipped down the trail. I watched her ass sway as she went, and realized she was right about it all. I knew she loved me. I knew she loved fucking Clyde. I knew I loved watching her. And I knew I'd love her no matter who she fucked and whose baby was growing in her womb.

So it was settled. We didn't talk about it at all after that. She pointed out birds and plants, talked excitedly about things she wanted to do when we got back to the city, we talked about our daughter--more accurately, her and Clyde's daughter, my stepdaughter--everything but the elephant in the room. Until we were in sight of the house again. She casually said, "I hope Clyde's rested and ready to fuck me some more."

I just squeezed her hand and told her to have fun.

Ten minutes later, she was naked and riding Clyde's big cock, while Daisy was on all fours with my tongue buried in her asshole. Clyde had napped and showered, but I think Daisy made a point not to, just so her ass would be sweaty and disgusting just for me. So much so that she made me rinse with mouthwash before I was allowed to suck another load of Clyde's sperm out of my wife's pussy.

By the time it was time to go home, Ash's pussy was red and gaping wide open. My dick hadn't touched either woman since that first night, but I came more times than I had in my life, sometimes without even touching myself as I watched my wife get the fucking of a lifetime. On the car ride home, she dreamily talked about baby names, insisting she "felt pregnant," although there was no way of knowing for another week at least.

Even after we got home, we didn't make love for two weeks. She said her pussy was too stretched out and sore from all the fucking she got from Clyde, and that she'd barely be able to feel me. She wasn't trying to be mean, it was just the truth, and I accepted that. But she did at least give frequent blowjobs, as I ate her pussy constantly, licked her asshole just like I had with her sister, and tenderly kissed the bruises Clyde left on her ass and the hickies on her breasts. He had left evidence of their intense coupling that was impossible for me to ignore, and yet I found myself getting turned on every time I pictured him stretching out my wife's pussy and filling it up with sperm.

Finally, I came home from work one day to find Ashley stretched across the bed naked, with a little white rectangle resting on her belly. A pregnancy test. I didn't have to ask what it said.

"So, he got you again?"

She smiled and rubbed her flat stomach, reminding me it wouldn't be that way for long. "It's what you wanted, isn't it?"

My cheeks burned and I couldn't bring myself to speak. Not because she was wrong -- just the opposite. She set the test on the bedside table and walked over to me, kissing me softly and wrapping her naked body around me.

"You're going to be such a good daddy to our baby," she cooed in my ear. "You're such a good man," she kissed me again. "And I'll never forget that you let me get what I needed."

I didn't respond for a long time, until I finally managed to say, "I think I needed it too."