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My fellow wife and I remain on all floors with cum dripping from our cunts long after our husbands have finished. We stayed there in an A-frame position only with the sounds of our husband cum dripping to the floor and the sounds of our husbands laughing as the enjoyed some fine whiskey in the next room over to entertain us. The ‘other wife’ is the first to break position. “Well, that should be just about long enough for it to take hold.”

I slow break my position as well. “What… What do you mean.”

“Come on; this is your third… You can’t be that stupid.” she pauses. “Ah, well, I guess I have to explain it. We held that position long enough to ensure their cum found our eggs. Meaning congratulations, we both should be pregnant now.”

“How can you be sure?”

She laughs, “Ah, this is not my first rodeo, and our husbands have put a lot of effort into making sure our cycles synced up so that this day would be the peak of our fertility.”

“How many times have you down this?”

“A few… When she became a contracted woman, your husband hired my husband to be her replacement at his company.” the other wife points towards my mother. “However, I wasn’t there at the start. I am his third wife.” she slowly begins to gather her closes “I have held the title the longest since My predecessors didn’t last more than five years each. He didn’t like how loose they were getting after each cycle.”

“How do you manage with all those kids around. I have trouble keeping up with two.” I laugh

She smiles back “We don’t have any around. My husband gives them away. He LOVES making them, he likes watching them grow inside me, but after their out, he doesn’t want them around.”

That breaks my heart. I hate everything about how my children were created. What sane person would ever want to be breaded by their father and brother? That aside, now that they are here, it would kill me to give them up. An odd sense of pride to almost love for my new husband grows inside of me. He could not let me keep my children just like her husband does to her, especially the one that isn’t his. So because of my love for my children, My love for my new husband grows, far more than that of what it was when he was just my father.