I am Clara
With my husband Yann, and at his request at the start of our relationship, we began to meet handsome males.
He had always dreamed of knowing the emotions of a candaulist and I loved experiencing making love with strangers in front of the man I loved.
We met many males: initially unknown men recruited through sites specializing in libertinage (in France Wyylde).
Initially, all meetings took place under protection (condoms).
Then, on a few rare occasions (and because the males had agreed to come with recent and very serious tests) I was able to taste the pleasure of realizing my husband's absolute fantasy: "natural" sexual intercourse in order to feel her lovers cum deep inside me.
I never had children, didn't want any.
But I think my hormones and my feminine nature sometimes took over.
I realized that when I felt these men ejaculating inside me, I was reaching absolute orgasms of rare intensity.
Yann, for his part, was crazy with excitement and love when he “recovered” his little soiled wife after the departure of my stallions, and loved to take me pregnant with another one.
In short, for both of us it seemed like a very particular relationship with sperm in our approach to pleasure.
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first painful experience
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Then, we had a first strange experience, with a very close friend of Yann, one evening where alcohol had been consumed in large quantities.
My husband's best friend, very attractive and, according to my husband, extremely well behaved in terms of sex, had been crushing me for years and one evening, I dared to kiss him in front of him and in a few minutes, we were both hugging ; me impaling myself like crazy on his absolutely extraordinary cock (a huge cock of over 24 cm!!!)
Yann looked at us without saying anything but masturbating like crazy.
In addition, I was able to enjoy this huge cock without a condom: we knew Romuald by heart and knew everything about his recent separation from his wife with whom he was madly in love.
Romuald, after the surprise of the first time passed, came back more and more often and, faithful to our initial principles, he did not fail each night to cum in me several times, offering me orgasms that were constantly more violent and delicious. when I felt my womb filling with his seed, my dilated uterus receiving incredible amounts of sperm.
At the time I was 37 years old, without children, and I was used to getting sick.
So for us, no doubt: no risk of anything happening: neither with Yann, nor with his best friend.
One night, however, while making love with Romuald, I felt something strange like never before!
When he began to cum fully planted in me and his penis began to throb, exploding with semen, the tip of his penis stuck to my uterus, I felt deep inside me that he was coming, no only to inseminate me (but we were used to it without consequences) but that this time, he had undoubtedly, for the first time FERTILIZED me!
Impossible to explain why or how I knew this, but I knew it the second it happened, when, as he intensely spat his sperm deep inside me, my entire body was taken by hallucinating spasms, where I felt the palpitations of my internal organs with forse, and where I was devastated by this final orgasm for almost 10 minutes, even going so far as to make me cry with pure emotions.
The two boys wondered what was happening to me, I was unable to explain to them but I said straight away: “boys, I think Romuald has just made me pregnant!!!”
Yann was both excited to see my little pussy slowly spit out the overflow of her boyfriend's semen, but quickly, doubt... then terrible anxiety.
Romuald, for his part, remained silent and prostrate, hesitating between a smile of pride and palpable shame as he looked at Yann.
For my part, I first tasted the pleasure which pierced my body from head to toe, filled with electric waves, and I fell asleep exhausted between my loving cuckold who was caressing my pussy draining his boyfriend's cum, and Romuald who stuck to my butt to snore in my neck
Ah early morning, I freed myself from my two males who had been hugging me since the night and I discreetly went to the bathroom.
I looked at myself in the mirror and thought for a long time.
I saw the marks of my pleasure displayed in large format on the mirror, a few drops of sperm running down my thighs and I loved projecting the fact that a man's sperm were already at work and had finished their course in my tubes and that a sperm had probably fertilized one of my ovaries.
For the first time in my life!!!!!
And probably the last since once again, I had never wanted to have children and Yann was in agreement with that
But at the same time, I could not imagine giving birth and raising a ...... other than my husband and with his help. It was absolutely inconceivable!
And I think that this will even have endangered my life as a couple and destroyed it
Yann would probably never have been able to manage this “affront” over time.
I opened a cupboard and took out the box before swallowing one of the pills. It was a so-called “morning after” pill which allows, in cases of doubt and emergency, to block the process.
A kind of emergency abortion pill
I dressed quickly, telling myself that deep down I had been right to refuse to become pregnant in this way and, despite the doubts about my ability to one day finally be a ...... (I was therefore almost 40 years old ), I placed a little reassuring note on the bedside table near the boys and the box
Yann discovered my love note in front of his boyfriend and was completely reassured and calmed
But since that day, we understood that the risk of me getting pregnant by another male in front of my cuckold gave us, both him and me, orgasms of crazy intensity!!!
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Sloppy Seconds / second dramatic experience
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The second “bad” experience went very differently and was more difficult for Yann to accept.
One evening, we had just come across a very handsome and very young male in a discotheque (21 years old, me 42, Yann 50 years old) and as usual, I enjoyed flirting with him, under the eyes of Yann who was hard-on like a woman. donkey.
After 1 hour of this little game, I accept the paper on which the young man had scribbled his telephone number, but mischievously, I approach the kid's ear and slip it at him while showing my fingers to my cuckold sitting at the bar
-“Would you rather it be me who invites you to come fuck me in front of him, or my husband, sitting over there, begging you to make me cum in front of him at home? »
The kid suddenly smiles then, a little surprised but seeming curious, whispers in my ear: “if they both agree then I’ll come and fuck you in front of your boyfriend. I'm following you I'm parked 100m away)
The three of us arrived home and, although we had only exchanged furious kisses and caresses in the elevator, I was already soaked with desire to feel the beautiful penis of this very young Moroccan lover...
Everything happened very quickly because the kid seemed very excited to fuck a milf in front of her husband and, armed with a condom, he took me wildly for a few minutes then, when he was about to cum, withdrew and took off his condom to ejaculate a large amount of sperm on my stomach, my breasts.
My menstrual cycle had just ended that same day and, having stopped taking my pill, I asked the young person to be careful
I had rarely witnessed such a deluge of cum and I caressed myself for a long time, dipping my hands in this semen/
Yann couldn't help himself, and did the same, spreading the Moroccan's warm sperm all over my body with his fingers.
It was after the young man left, a few minutes later, that Yann dared for the first time to lick my body covered in foreign sperm for the first time.
Then, also sticky with the young man's cum, he inserted his penis into me, intending to ejaculate in turn on my tight and arched ass.
12 days later: panic
My period was late and I thought it was an accident
I asked my husband the question again, but he told me certain of himself, that he had not cum inside me and therefore he could not have made me pregnant.
However, that same evening the test was uncompromising: it indicated that I was indeed pregnant.
Yann and I wondered about the possibility that Yann was the father but alas, there was very little chance. Apart from the pre-seminal fluid, no sperm
The only possibly fertilizing sperm could only be that of the young Moroccan who, through my husband's penis, would then have entered me/
It was crazy but the only sensible possibility.
We made an emergency appointment with my gynecologist and, a violent act for my husband, we had to justify to the doctor the valid reason why a 40 year old woman wanted to have an abortion by depriving herself of her last chance to be a ....... .
Yann, however, usually courageous, could not speak
I had to admit to my gynecologist that we were a libertine couple and that my husband could not be the father/that it was therefore a stranger passing through.
IN any case, that doubt about the origin of the father was possible: I young foreigner or Yann. Cruel dilemma.
Stupor on the gynecologist's face and shame on my husband's face
We left the doctor's office. We had to wait a few days before the doctor's intervention and I still kept the fertile traces of the Moroccan for a few more days before the intervention
During those few days, my husband and I kept having sex, no doubt emotionally pumped by the idea that I had been impregnated by a stranger.
But now reassured that this would have no dramatic family consequences
Clara
