Cindy and Marcus’s 3 day no BC trip runs long, while I wait and wank [MF], [MFM]

I’ve mentioned in other posts that Cindy had an IUD, so we had always been comfortable letting Marcus cum inside her. And he did often.

After Marcus moved things had settled down for us some, so to speak. Cindy and I were as passionate as ever and even went out a few times with the idea of re-creating the magic. We had some fun but nothing that ever really turned into anything, so we kept it simple. Just us.

It had been almost a year since we played with anyone outside of our marriage and as we were climbing through our 30s rapidly decided that it was time to try for a baby. We talked it over continuously, like we do with most things. Seriously, we talk a lot, I think that’s the reason all this has worked for us. Honestly.

So we talked it over and decided she would have her IUD removed! It was a simple thing; she made the appointment, three days later we’re in the Doc’s office, an hour after that we’re home making attempt number one!

Baby making sex. It’s so good it needs no other description, no words would do it justice, it is textures, it is feelings and emotions, but few words. Baby making sex. That’s what was going down, and went down anytime one of us sat still long enough that the other to catch up.

About a month into our marathon of baby making love we got a call from Marcus. He and Cindy and been keeping in touch throughout – they txt and called each other often – but she had been saving our baby goals to be a surprise. Mostly she didn’t want to tell anyone until it was real, but we had hoped to surprise him with the news first before anyone else, once it was real.

As it happened he was calling to invite Cindy to a wedding, I was welcome to come, but he was hoping she would be his date. It was his cousin’s wedding, the bride, and it was down in Atlanta the up coming January.

Certainly, she would be delighted to go! January was 6mo away, and maybe I was naive, but I figured that was plenty of time to put a bun in her oven before sending her away for the weekend with her lover. Solid plan. Except it wasn’t.

You see 6mo isn’t that long, and we may have tried more days than not but in that number of months there only 6 chances to be pregnant or not be. Those chances fell away one by one as month after month her cycle continued.

As it got closer to January I admit I was getting nervous, I had planned to send her pregnant with Marcus, but at this rate she would be more fertile than ever. And I had agreed to send her alone! I wrestled with the idea of tagging along or trying to call it off, but I knew she how much she was looking forward to their getaway.

We talked to our Doctor, she told us to be patient, take our time and enjoy the process. Still we got checked out, and I got my swimmers counted. All good, two healthy, fertile individuals. In the end the Doc left us with some rather sage advice: “Nature decides.”

Nature decides if the sperm takes, if the egg attaches. Nature decides the when and where of conception, Nature decides if the baby is going to come today or tomorrow and decides what their eye color will be. Nature decides.

We kept trying but still the week before her trip to Atlanta mother nature called, it had decided she was not yet pregnant. I was more nervous than ever to send her off with Marcus, I had let them have each other many times, but never when she could conceive, never when she wanted to conceive.

Cindy and I talked it through. They would try condoms and if it didn’t work out, she would use the planB pill when she got home. Their trip was only a couple days, inside the 72hr window of the pill so all and all not a problem.

She had used planB once before we got her an IUD, we knew it made her feel crappy after, so she would wait to take it until they headed home – if it were necessary at all.

The wedding was the morning of the 22nd, a Friday, so Marcus was flying in the Wednesday before. He would stay at our house that night and they would leave early morning to drive down on Thursday, wedding Friday, sleep in Saturday and head home that afternoon. They would stop at a hotel if needed or drive through and rest all Sunday.

His cousin set him up with a cabin belonging to the groom’s family, it was a couple hours north of Atlanta set in the Blue Ridge Mountains. It was described as cozy with incredible views, a hot tub and fully stocked with food and beer!

I was nervous and excited, basically sending my wife away for a romantic weekend with her most comfortable and capable lover, to a mountain retreat with a fertile womb.

From all our discussions I knew she wanted my baby and was trying to have mine, but also loved the idea of carrying Marcus’s child. She would be pleased no matter which of her lovers, Marcus or I, gave her a baby. The child was already loved either way, by all involved.

It sounds great in your head, and in your plans but it is a wild ride in your mind and your emotions. I gloss over some of the struggle and tensions that do come up with these activities, they are real, but as we moved passed them already I tend to overlook it to remember all the pleasures, but tread lightly friends and communicate!

Ultimately I was thrilled for their weekend away and completely turned on by the same jealousy that made me worry. Little did I know it would be a tantalizing and tortuously long week and month to follow.

Nature started making decisions from the start. Weather out west caused a few delays and cancellations that led to Marcus’s flight not arriving until almost 1am, over 6 hours later than planned. We were waiting at the air port to pick him up.

It had been almost a year since they had last seen each other, and on his arrival they embraced immediately and shared a wonderful kiss. They walked hand in hand like a couple love birds all the way back to the car. It was sweet really.

We put his bags in the trunk and I drove. Cindy and Marcus climbed in the back seat. He knew by then that her IUD had been removed, and she reminded him she was no longer on birth control. If anything her telling him that was encouragement. I watched in the rear view mirror as Marcus listened to her words, how they had to be careful, how she was fertile, and they were risking pregnancy if he wasn’t careful.

His smile got wider and wider. He kissed her and congratulated us, saying how excited he was for us, happy that we were trying, offered to help “any way he could.” He was good with it, he leaned in and kissed Cindy passionately. Their hands began getting re-acquainted with each others’ bodies, and before long Cindy pulled out Marcus’s thick black cock.

Her eye’s lit up watching his cock grow harder in her hands, and she started sucking him as we cruised up the interstate headed from the air port. They kissed a bit and talked some, but mostly Marcus sank back into the seat and Cindy deep throated him until we were nearly back to our house.

About a half mile from home Marcus grunted and moaned as he filled Cindy’s mouth. I paused under a street light at a stop sign within sight of my house, I lingered a moment and watched in the mirror as she swallowed and slurped, until she had every drop of his cum. I saw her wipe the last drop from her chin and suck it off her finger, giggling at her own decadence.

Back in the house it was really time for bed. They needed sleep, the drive south is long and there were some reports of a weather system moving across. Cindy took Marcus and they climbed into our bed. I needed a snack, so I let them settle in and I joined them not 30 minuets later, finding them fast asleep.

Marcus told me later that Cindy had stroked him hard and climbed on top as soon as they got to bed, they had used a rubber but it tore, so she finished him with a hand job. They didn’t play long, he was exhausted from the flight and delays and they were both out before I returned.

The next morning I awoke to a familiar sight, Marcus spooning Cindy, her face turned kissing his as she clung to his neck. Marcus’s arm hooked under her right leg, holding it in the air keeping her spread. His other arm was under her, his hand wrapping around to stroke her clit as his thick black satin rod probed in and out of her soft pink pussy, framed by a well trimmed patch of reddish-blond muff, as I laid beside them.

I saw that he didn’t have on a condom, I saw two empty wrappers near by and an electric blue condom, the tip torn and ripped open. They had tried again to use condoms but gave up in frustration. There had been a promise to pull out, but both were doubting their will to stop.

Cindy looked to see if I was awake, and found me smiling at her. “We tried honey,” she started, I nodded knowingly, she continued that he would pull out, and bit her lip awaiting my response. I already knew what she wanted, she wanted me to say it, to give them the permission, she wanted to let him cross the line, she wanted to take the chance.

She whimpered and wined softly, her eyes burned with passion. I leaned in and kissed her first, her lips were on fire, her tongue cool to the touch. I looked her in the eyes and said, “you want him too, you want his cum?” She bucked against him harder as I spoke. “you want to take him deep inside you?” She shook her head yes, “then tell Marcus, lets give him permission to take you, take your womb!”

She cried out, her hips thrust back into Marcus, “oh fuck me” she cried. “cum in me baby, please cum” she went on. Marcus felt her change, heard our conversation, he knew her body and knew what to do. Marcus thrust into her even harder in steady rhythm. I watched my wife’s face melt from an overload sensual pleasures, and her eyes rolled back in her head and she cried out loudly!

Cindy has told me before that I’m an instinctual lover, that I make love to her on instinct, I do the thing that has worked before and I know what she wants from experience and I follow her lead. Marcus, she says, is an intuitive lover, he can sense her body, sense her desire and leads her body to the thing she didn’t know she needs. He illustrated this here even after all this time.

Marcus pulled out of her still stoking then slammed back in, repeating this several times as Cindy’s body rode higher and higher into an orgasmic cloud. Her brain was foggy and all she knew in that moment was the pleasure of Marcus inside her. Suddenly she squirt, Marcus moved quickly and with a skill of hand I have yet mastered, fingered her pussy while she sprayed spurt after spurt of female ejaculate all over the sheets.

Once the river stopped he slammed his cock back in. He fucked her hard and fast before pumping his morning load deep, deep into her. Cindy felt his cum shooting in her and yelled out “yes, yes, yes”, rocking on his cock and receiving his load until for a second time in a row she started to squirt.

Marcus again moved to finger her, pushing his load back in her in the process, she cam hard on his fingers and sprayed us both in her love juices. It was an amazing sight! As soon as she recovered from her orgasm I crawled up to her and pressed my raging cock into her freshly fucked hole.

She was loose and sloppy, her insides smooth as butter. I always liked how she felt after wearing Marcus. Like that pair of jeans that fit better the second day. I loved how her body accommodated him different than me, how her love canal could open so. On a good day I could feel her cervix if I pressed just right, but after Marcus she was so deep I could never reach bottom.

I pressed into the thick creamy sauce he filled her with, I loved that little bit of gloppy resistance as the load already in her was pushed back in by my cock, how some bits of cum would leak out around my shaft as I occupied her stretched hole.

I pumped in and out of her imagining just how big a head start Marcus’s swimmers had. He could physically seed my wife several several inches deeper than I could, at the scale of cum that might translate to light years of head start! I blew my load into Cindy as I tried to wrap my head around my odds vs his in successfully breeding my wife. I had been trying for months, how would I feel if he was successful with just this first attempt!

And we were just getting started! We all cleaned up and got showers, Cindy and I together and Marcus after. We were loving but generally quick in the shower, we all knew they needed to get on the road. About an hour later we had ate, packed up Cindy’s car and they were off. For the better part of three days it was to be Cindy and Marcus unrestricted, unrestrained and unprotected.

I was jacking off not even an hour later imagining all the things that could go on. Was she giving him road head, would they make out at lunch? Get a quickie at a rest stop? Would he pull out at all, or would he give her the baby we had been working for? All these thoughts raced over and over, some made me hot, others jealous – but arousinglly so.

In truth they made the drive in fairly uneventful fashion, stopping at a drive through for lunch and a Chilli’s for super. They had shared a nice meal and found the cabin. It was secluded, a bit hard to get to and they got turned around in the Georgia woods – neither of them liked that. But they found the place safely in the end.

It was modest but nice, and did have spectacular views. Here at night they could see the lights all down the mountain and to the valley on the other side. It had been turning colder all day and the weather was warning of possible snow, but we were all three occupied with our situation and had not monitored it very closely.

Cindy would tell me later that they cuddled but went straight to bed that first night. And she described for me a very soft love making the next morning. Slow and long she said, Marcus took his time and they lingered in bed until they had to get ready. But not before he made a deposit.

They made their way down the mountain and the two hours to the wedding venue just outside the city. It was a nice place, sought after for weddings. Only a few members of Marcus’s family could make it out, so it was mostly people he didn’t know.

Cindy stayed close to him and he would introduce her as his girlfriend each time they met someone new. She was wearing her wedding ring and made no attempts to hide it. She got an extra thrill when someone would notice her ring after hearing she was his girlfriend, inquisitive looks but no one asked any questions.

At the wedding tho Cindy and Marcus started to get the impression that something was up with the weather. The temps were slowly falling and people were talking about snow. It doesn’t snow much down south so they are not that equip to handle it. And as it turned out no one on the east coast was this time!

The wedding finished up, perhaps quickened by weather concerns and sadly the reception was nearly a bust as so many people had left. Taking the clue, Marcus and Cindy headed back to the cabin. On the way back they started running into snow, but luckily made it to the cabin. The snow had already started to accumulate on the mountain. But Cindy and Marcus were warm and safe in the cozy cabin,

They started the fireplace, stretched out blankets, got some wine and really enjoyed a romantic evening. Cindy tried to call me but reception was lousy. Her txt came through sporadically. They were safe which was my main concern. After that I tried to sleep, an attempt to keeping my mind off materbating, and probably beat off until I passed out.

In the light of the next morning the snow over in Georgia was incredible. The national news showed cars abandoned on the Atlanta freeway, and mounds of snow everywhere. I think they only got 6 inches, but it may as well been 6 feet, it shut Atlanta down.

Up on the mountain, Marcus and Cindy were warm and safe, but trapped. They were snow bound. Snow drifts had blocked the roads, and locals reported a bridge over the ravine was out, collapsed under the heavy snow and everyone above a certain closure was cut off until it could be repaired. Cindy and Marcus were almost to the very top of the mountain. Cut off.

There really wasn’t much we could do at that moment. The news was full of stories of people needing rescue, folks had toughed it out trapped in cars overnight. They were safe, had food and heat, they could wait their turn.

Cindy called me from a land line at a general store just down from the cabin. “Nature decided we should stay in tonight” she told me. We did the math, she was approaching 48hrs, 72hrs was the effective window, but we had read it could be used up to 5 days after, so we were not worried too much yet.

She didn’t pick it up before they left, planning to stop on the way home. The plan was still to leave the next day if possible, but locals didn’t seem to think it likely.

That night Cindy and Marcus had nothing better to do than take in the beauty of the snow covered mountain and enjoy the sensual pleasures of each others bodies. She txt me throughout but the sparse connection meant randomly timed messages, repeats and txt that just never made it.

By the next morning and into the afternoon it became apparent that they would not be able to get off the mountain, or even to a drug store where she could get a planB. The ideal windows was closing fast and we discussed what to do.

For Cindy it was simple. I was still a bit hesitant, but also knew the realities. I still hoped there would be time, but part of me was really ok taking the risk. After several more conversations we realized the Doctor was right – Nature decides. It had decided to keep them together on that mountain, and it looked more and more like nature would decide if Marcus’s seed would take.

It was thrilling and yet the scariest thing ever!! There were cars stuck on the freeway for three days after the storm as I recall. And it would go on to be 10 days total that Marcus and Cindy would play house in that cabin.

They loved it. They both got a forced vacation and after our nature decides conversation they found their groove and fucked like the lovers they are. They did try the rubbers again at first, but when I received her txt describing another one breaking – nature decides was my response.

They had been stuck on the mountain way past any chance of using planB, and if she was pregnant she wanted a baby anyway. She did not mind if it was Marcus’s, had his skin, his features, actually she kind of loved the idea. She told me she imagined having twins, one mine one his – that would been perfect she thought.

Obviously I would prefer my seed to take first, but I was okay with Marcus’s baby at an intellectual level, the emotional part is tricker but the negatives are originate in the preconceived notions of others. If we are honest with ourselves – those opinions don’t matter.

At least I thought, with Marcus there would be no doubt, I would be the father or he was and everyone would know with a glance – thats better than many have it. We would know while many a man out there is raising their spouses love child without knowing it – and thats probably best in most cases but I liked the idea that we would know.

In time they finally made it home. For nearly 10 days I sat home beating off to imaginations of them together, knowing that as I did he was repeatedly loading her up with his hot semen, that he was filling her womb and promising to give her his child. I knew that she wanted it, and knew Marcus work work to make sure she cam repeatedly – an aid in conception many believe.

Marcus’s had to get back to work as soon as possible, and took the first flight back home once he returned Cindy. I spent the next three days reclaiming my wife!! I wanted a fighting chance to compete for her womb, although I knew the odds were against me.

For almost three more weeks I got in Cindy’s pants every chance I got, giving her my load while assuming Marcus’s baby was likely growing inside of her. She daydreamed about it as well, I caught her masturbating one afternoon and she laid there and described for me how sexy she thought it would be to know,or at least think his baby swelled her belly.

She liked how the people at the weeding looked at her as his girlfriend, and she had this secret of a husband at home, supporting her tryst with this handsome and muscular specimen of a man. For the next few weeks it was talk like that fueled our passions and worked up our excitement.

When her period was late we held our breath, one day, two days, three… one week late! Oh shit we were excited, we got a test and called Marcus. We got him on speaker phone and she pee’d on the stick. The longest three minutes EVER!

But alas – we were all a bit let down when only the negative sign appeared. It was two more days and 4 tests later before she finally started. It was a bit of a let down, but a sigh of relief also. In the end we stuck with the Doc’s suggestion and let nature decide.

Since then she has seen Marcus twice more for weekend stays, once at our place and once I sent her out to stay with him. Still no IUD or other birth control and they have not even mentioned a condom again. Nature decides has been the rally cry. We haven’t been trying to get her pregnant, but we haven’t exactly tried to prevent it. I pull out sometimes, not others. I don’t think Marcus has ever pulled out!

Lately, and partly why I started reminiscing and putting these memories into writing, we have been discussing moving closer to Marcus so that we can more fully integrate him into our family, more like before when he lived next door, except at the next level. I guess we are flirting with a more polygamous take to our relationships, – idk, a lot to think about.

Right now Cindy is still not on birth control and that’s part of the discussion. She’s approaching 40, I’m over that line, and Marcus is almost 28. I’m tempted to not stand in the way. She’s my wife, my primary and my only – sure, but in the kind of relationship territory we have been, I’m not sure if it is even up to me if they want to have a child together, not sure I want to stand in the way or even should. Much work and many discussions in progress!

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