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My husband and I have been trying to get pregnant for over a year now. We've done many exams and the most probable cause is that his sperm count is very low. We've tried vitamins, positions and so on but its not working, artificial methods are very expensive and the insurance doesn't cover it

We had a serious conversation a few days ago where we actually considered the idea of another man being the one who gets me pregnant. I know this is something extremely hard for him to accept but we also know that its one of our lifes dreams to have a kid.

We actually considered several guys like if it was a menu. At one point we just laughed about what we were talking about. The 3 more serious prospects that we came up with were his cousin, his uncle and a friend from his work whom I know.

We originally had 5 names but my husband asked me straight up from those 5 who would you like to fuck better. I answered sincerely and we came up with those 3 final names

I would never say this to my husband but even though I understand the practical reasons why we are doing this, I admit its kind of a turn on to think about having sex with another man with every intention of getting pregnant.

We agreed that to be certain the sex encounters would have to be between 3 to 5 times and we even agreed that he would have to be very turned on so he would make a large deposit

This is all very weird and I even admit we are not even sure if at the end we would go through with it, but we did have that conversation and as I said I did think about it and it was kind of a turn on

  • I am currently 34, in good health, have a college education, I am a licensed Pharmacist, gainfully employed. I have this discussion from time to time, with other women of course.

    A. Abs do nothing for me, neither does any form of muscle definition. To me it screams narcissist.
    B. No job means go away.
    C. Bad job means go away.
    D. Sensitive, emotional, caring means girl. I have girlfriends.
    E. Under 40 means looking for a mom.
    F. No smarts, intellectually stunted, low I.Q. means go away.
    G. Mature, self aware, self supporting is a minimum requirement.
    H. Executive, boss, business owner, well to do means you can support me properly. I will need you to do that when I have your children.

    It's not your looks, its your attitude, your maturity, your self supporting ability that gets points.

    And last, but a must have. You have to walk, talk, live and believe you are looking for me to be the mother of your children.

    To all the men who made that special eye contact with me today (you know the look I mean) I just want to tell you that yes I would have loved to let you fuck me. My inner slut was longing to group suck your cocks and listen to your appreciative moaning.

    I know my husband was there so you couldnt say anything, but just so you know the answer was yes. xoxo

  • Dumb Ass.

    Don't call me I will call you. That's how she left it. I went on with my life, took a promotion and moved to Singapore. I met a young girl from the Philippines and had her as a house guest. It was then that I got the call from her. She started with all this about when we were in college and how much fun we had and how she missed me. Slowly she told me she was in trouble financially, she was divorced and they had declared bankruptcy and she needed financial help. I said so why is that my business? Because of how we felt for each other in college.

    I got soft and invited her out to Singapore. She had a fight the first day with my Philippino house guest. She did not like her sleeping with me. I asked her that was her business? You got it, because of how we felt for each other back in college. Kick the maid out, she said. I didn't kick her out, she did. As soon as the 'maid' was out she got in the bed with me and said let's just do what we used to do. Time is not a defense for your lust. I fucked her as hard as I could, in my mind breaking her to what I always wanted from her. She took every bit of it and offered herself up for more.

    So to cut to the chase, she got my money and she left. She is now living in a nice little place in Connecticut and I am working my ass off in Singapore to pay child support and pay her support. She doesn't like Singapore, it's too hot. She also hired this older woman from Malaysia to be my maid. If I want some I go to Connecticut where she is, if I get some over here the screws get tighter, she uses my son's visitation as leverage. I'm not married because of her bankruptcy, but she still has all my money.

    I am a dumb ass, and she is kicking my ass, but I go to Connecticut four times a year to see my son and she gives me all the pussy I can handle. Because of how we felt when we were back in college.

    My manhood if we can call it that is not very impressive 4" and a bit, and currently secretly self locked in a CB6000s cage. Over the last few years I have developed an addiction to all things sissification and feminiseation. It started with BBC porn somewhere along the Tumblr line changed to trans porn and ended on me wanting to be taken, feminised and brainwashed into a thing made to service real men.

    All this despite being in a streight relationship for 5 years now. One that I feel I am doing all the work in, more out of obligation than love like I once had. I still feel sexually attracted to my girlfriend (even though she puts little effort into her apperance other than very specifict times), and she acts like she is too (Until its time to actually do anything) and even then I still do all the work, in truth its a relationship that has gone on for 5 years but has only had about six months worth of actual sex or sexual activites if even that. Honestly its more like I'm looking after a family member than in a relationship with her.

    Before meeting my current girlfriend I had a bad breakup, and decided to live one of my fantasies, so I met up with a guy I had been messageing and we went back to my house. There in my bedroom I gave his eight inch black cock all the attention it was needing. I wanted him to force me down and fuck my throat but thinking back on it I was serviceing his manhood and should have done that myself. At the end when he came I tried to pull away but thankfully he grabbed my head and held me there, forcing me to swallow the river of cum flowing into my mouth. I wish he and I had exchanged numbers but we both made it clear that at the time it was a one and dome thing. As he left he gave me a "Naughty boi" and that was the last I saw of him. I think back on that day offten, wishing I had done more.

    I have come to the realiseation in the last four or five months that If the opportunity for me to follow my fantasy arrises, I wouldnt be able to fight it. I would fully submit to it and them.

  • This is a bit of a strange one, and one I'm not sure there are too many women who indulge, if that's the right word, in my sexual deviancy.
    Inviting a well endowed guy around for a threesome a few months ago, my husband Tony and he eventually got into a sixty nine at my insistence. I then had the guy fuck my husband, as I'd always wanted to see him take a cock up his gorgeous ass. Tony was so sceptical at first, yet once our guest began to fuck my husband, Tony began to really enjoy it. So much so, that when he came with the guy fucking him missionary, Tony's cum pumped so high and so much, it looked like a fountain of sperm.
    The morning after, with our guest sleeping and fucking with me alone, he admitted he'd loved fucking Tony. I made him promise to visit again, but Tony kind of backed out so it never happened. Or so I thought.
    Recently I've found out, they met on several occasions for sex, with my husband taking a rough fucking each time.
    It's over now their little gay affair, but I feel cheated. Not that my husband had sex behind my back, but because I was unable to watch him enjoying gay sex. I'm so into watching men fuck, that having my husband at the centre of it, makes me so sexually charged.
    The reason I now understand he had gay sex apart from me, is that he feels it makes him less of a man in my eyes. That could not be further from the truth and if anything I find him to more of a man by admitting his joy of receiving a damn good fucking.
    Tony doesn't know I know he had the brief affair, or that I'd love for him to enjoy that side of his sexuality again. And the reason for that, is his determination to have me see him as the powerhouse of our marriage. The fact is I do, yet I need to persuade him, without making him feel awkward, that seeing being fucked is such a huge turn on for me.
    Told you it was a strange one,and not a normal situation.