I couldn’t get my wife pregnant, and we couldn’t afford adoption or IVF

I nervously approached her one night – we both really wanted a child. I knew my sperm was dead, and the letter from the doctor was still crumpled up in the trash. Inside, I knew she was upset, as her deep Catholic faith really convinced her she was destined to be a mother.

Our finances had taken a turn, but we were OK. We just could not afford adoption or IVF. I had an idea, but I did not know if she would go for it.

“Why don’t we get you a temporary husband, just for impregnation?” I nervously asked her after I had a few beers one night.

She seemed shocked, as if she had never thought about it. “That is absurd, I would never do that to you.”

I didn’t protest too much, but I added, “I’d do it for a child, wouldn’t you? It’s just sex, our love is stronger than that.”

She was quiet, but quietly spoke up, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I can help in every and any way, I will be here for you.”

She added, “I am not turned on by this, I love you and this is just biological reproduction for me.”

I opened up a dating site, and we browsed through men. We posted about looking for a man willing to impregnate, and t he would not be responsible for the child.

Several men contacted her, and she suggested I pick the guy. I remembered before we were dating, she confessed to me she had a thing for older men. I messaged an older guy, and we arranged for him to show up one Wednesday evening when her fertility should be ready.

That evening, I answered the door because my wife was hiding in the bathroom, too nervous. I welcomed the man in, and was immediately shocked that he had a solid six inches on my height. The girth of his body seemed to be double that of mine, and he introduced himself as Jack. I told him to take a seat on the couch, I would go find my wife.

She was in the bathroom sobbing quietly, saying she did not want to do this and that she loved me. I asked her again if she wanted kids, and she said yes. “Just pretend its me,” I said, already knowing that it was hard to mistake us. She nodded and I took her by the hand and led her out.

Out there, I introduced them and she looked up, she being shorter than me. I could tell when she got nervous because she stutters when nervous, and she just said, “Hi- hiii” and looked up when he stood to hug her. He hugged her, bu she still seemed nervous.

He suggested I hold her and caress her while he gets her comfortable with him. We got on the couch and started making out, and I pulled off her top. I grabbed at her pink nipples with one hand, reaching for her crotch with the other. The old man touched her leg, and knelt down while removing her pants.

He brought his mouth near his panties while we were making out, and I knew she did not like to receive oral sex so I expected her to protest. I saw her eyes roll as his tongue found her wet pussy between panties. He bit down on the panties, and pulled them off with his finger.

Then he stood up, and undid his belt while we were still making out. His belly was a few feet from us when his pants dropped, and his large erect penis caused us both to stop making out and look at him. I could feel the heat emanating from his head. She had seemed disappointed when she found out I was cut, but now she had this man in front of her. The tip of his penis angrily stuck out from his foreskin seemingly at arms length away from his large balls.

We both stopped and looked at it, and I told her she should probably lubricate it before she tries to take it in. “But thats not part of biological sex,” she said. “Honey, you couldn’t get me in the first time and that thing is much larger than me, the only chance you have is to suck on that for a bit.”

Hesitant, she looked at me and up at him looking down at her over his belly. She got off the couch and on her knees. Cautiously, she put her lips to his head, which seemed to almost be too big to put in her mouth. Kissing it gently, she got one hand and grabbed his balls.

“Deepthroat it, honey, you always wanted that.”

She stopped, looked at me, and then opened her mouth wide, trying to stuff it down her throat. She couldn’t. She could barely fit half of it in her mouth before gagging.

The old man yelled out “hey that kindof hurts, no teeth.”

“Sorry,” she shouted, “sorry.. maybe thats enough, maybe I can take this in?”

Her voice hesitated and she backed off, falling backwards on the couch and lifting her legs up. I backed off, and the old man bent down on the couch and tried to stuff his giant angry old man cock in her pussy that’s never had a cock bigger than mine in it.

It didn’t fit. He seemed frustrated. He kept trying and it was like her vagina was blocked.

“What gives?” he shouted at her.

I stepped in, “your dick is just too huge for her, she needs practice before she takes that in.”

I bent down next to my wife as the old man paced away, clearly frustrated as she couldn’t suck his cock or fuck his dick. “Honey,” I whispered, “He’s frustrated, you gotta get him off.”

“I can’t suck him off, he’s too big. I can’t take him in my pussy either.” She seemed kindof relieved that this was how it ended.

“There is one more hole I know you can take him, I’ve seen your butt plugs.”

She looked back at his dick. I left and ran to get lube. I ran back in and tossed it to him, “here, fuck her ass.”

He didn’t even really ask her, just took it, put it on his dick, and flipped her over. I watched as this older man twice my size in some ways and over twice my size in others dominated my wife as she cried out in pain and pleasure. His back was turned to me, and all I could see was his legs drapped over my wife’s back on the couch, his large belly resting on her back. His legs pumped up and down as his large shaft and hairy balls repeatedly dropped into and onto my wife’s smooth tiny ass.

As he grabbed and pulled at her hair, he spanked her ass hard enough to leave a large handprint. All at once he suddenly gave a last large thrust. He pulled his dick out, and semen spilled all over the couch.

He seemed angry the did not get to impregnate tonight. He immediately started getting his clothes on. “I am sorry,” I said, “we will try this again.” He looked annoyed and left.

I went over to my wife, still having her head buried into the couch. She was crying. “That wasn’t biological reproduction.”

I sat down, comforted her. “It was silly for us to think you could have sex with a stranger after meeting him. You need more time to get comfortable. I am sorry.” I stroked her hair and felt the old man’s semen under me as I shifted on the couch. “I think for this to work, I need to be gone, at least temporarily. You need to convince yourself that he is your husband while you are with him. Then I think your pussy will love that huge old man cock.”

She looked up, “what do you mean?”

“How about we call him tomorrow, and you go spend a weekend with him. Bring your wedding dress and the same lingerie you brought on our honeymoon.”

She looked confused, “you still want to do this?”

“C’mon, I know you. I know you have a thing for older men, particularly men that are much bigger than you. And you know, his dick is huge.”

She laughed finally, “oh dick size doesn’t matter to me, in fact I didn’t really like how huge he was, I couldn’t get it in.”

“But you couldn’t get me in when we first got married, and I’m much smaller.”

“You really want to do this?” She asked, slightly amused but a little aroused at the thought.

“C’mon, that ass fucking I just saw was your fantasy. I am not big enough to fuck you in your ass like that. My dick wouldn’t be able to reach. I read your diary once, you wrote that exact same scene as your fantasy – except you also deepthroated it in your fantasy.”

She blushed, “yes, but I’m married to you.”

“Not while you are with him! Just pretend! I want a child too!”

Reluctantly, she finally agreed and the old man replied that while he was busy this weekend, she could spend the weekend if she helped out with some chores.

The next night, she had packed a small bag, and I noticed she had packed the sex toys and the lingerie she had our wedding night – just like I said she should. She seemed mildly excited, but also a little scared. I drove her over to his address, and waited until she went in, seeing him step out and wave goodbye.

Sunday afternoon I got a call, “hey, instead of picking me up, we would like to invite you to dinner. I am going to spend another week here.” I smiled a little, knowing that she must have embraced what I had said.

I showed up a little later and brought a bottle of wine. They both answered me at the door, her arm around his and they both smiled, “Hello, welcome!”

I followed them in, my wife giving me a little hug around the neck and kissing me on the cheek. They led me to the kitchen, where they were preparing dinner. My wife was wearing an apron, but nothing underneath, which I saw only when she turned around from the door. Her rear was red with heavy spanking marks.

“Come on in,” the large old man gestured. He was wearing a large robe, and the front swung open a little showing he had a white t shirt and large boxers on. His penis, even when not erect, protruded from his crotch and I had a hard time not noticing it and imagining what it had been doing to my wife all weekend.

My wife was chopping carrots, and the old man went to get another wine glass as they already had two out with wine filling a small portion. As he handed me the glass, he sipped from his. “I hear you are in business to business sales, I used to be in that too.”

We made small talk, and my wife set out the silverware and plates. The three of us talked, my wife asked me how my weekend was going. When it was over, her went and turned on the TV. “I hear you like football, the game is on tonight, you can watch it here.”

We all sat on the couch, watching and drinking a little more wine. In the corner of my eye, I saw them start to make out, their kissing noises becoming louder. She slid her hand down his pants, pulling out his giant cock. She stroked it as she kissed him, then suddenly he stopped her.

“We are going to go to bed, you can stay out here if you’d like.” The old man, said, standing up, and taking my wife with him to the bedroom. As she shut the door, the door hit her foot and did not shut all the way.

I turned up the volume on the TV and quietly made my way to the corner. I peeked and saw my wife deep throating his dick with ease. She was kneeling, he was sitting on the bed. Her tits plopped out of the apron, and she grabbed his dick and held it in between her tits while she sucked it. Another thing I knew she always wanted to do that my dick could never do!

After a few minutes, she pushed him on the bed and straddled his cock from behind. It was then she saw that I was looking, and she smiled a little. She had to almost stand over his cock to take it in, but she did. When it went in, she let out a loud moan, “oh yes, so huge, I love your huge cock, destroy my pussy with your huge cock daddy!”

She had to keep one leg almost standing as she rode him, and she spread her legs a little so I could see it pumping into her tiny pussy. Her moans grew louder and she seemed less aware of me.

With me, she had always said she could not orgasm from penetration. I had also never seen her squirt. But I was watching through this crack in the door and her pussy was spraying all over his balls and shaft. She kept riding him harder as her pussy got wetter.

She orgasmed once, but kept going. I could not see him with her blocking the view, but his arms came out and grabbed her, pulling her down on his cock even further. He let out a groan and I watched as his cum poured out of my wife’s pussy with his giant cock and vagina still pulsating together.

I hurried back to the couch, acting like I was watching TV and did not hear. A minute later he came out in a robe and got a glass of water, and went back to bed.

She came out a few minutes later. “He’s asleep,” she whispered. She sat down next to me, put her arm around me. “We definitely got a lot of practice in this weekend, but to be sure we can do it when I’m fertile next, we are going to need to practice a lot more this week.”

“I understand,” I said, squeezing her arm.

“I’ve got to get back to bed,” she said, “he wants me to suck him off after sex.”

It took them a few months to get pregnant. I would visit every weekend to have dinner. They had a large erotic painting of her sucking his dick on their wall the next time I went. Then a sex swing was in the living room. I spent a night one time and I couldn’t sleep because they fucked so much it kept waking me up.

Eventually, she got pregnant. I kept coming back home from work and finding them fucking in our bedroom, her huge pregnant tits hanging down and his old large body fucking her from behind.

“Its so he keeps my pussy ready for next time we want to have a kid.”

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