I'm not a good wife. My hubby knew it.
We met by first time at the classy strip club where I performed for men like Clifford. You know, rich, decadent, and whoremonger. A payman. Anyway, I wasn't cheap but a fine whore. I'm pretty expensive. Well skilled in Venus' arts. Men paid very well for me. In cash and in advance. Though I'm not blonde nor thin, but brunette, chubby and latina. Yeah I am a happy owner of the kind of good fat ass that men love. But above all, excellent attitude and will to my trade. I mean: I love sex. I was exotic too, in my future husband's eyes. With enough weight in flesh and womanhood for his objectives as well.
Cliff loves to watch me dance. Pole dance, among other. His mind titillates, watching me moving rhythmically my body while removing my clothes, one piece after another. While I move around the pole and stare despising at the men who watch me, along with Clifford. Men always stare at me with desire and jealousy, as dogs in heat. I get my belly and entire body warmth because of them. After a while of this, I want to fuck.
Clifford insisted we marry. He hated so much to be seen as a single, failed, wifeless man. So he married me. No matter how many men had fucked me in my life. He didn’t care if strangers fucked my pussy dozens, hundreds, thousands or uncountable times. He didn’t care if I was already taken, or linked to another man (did he ask me?). Nor if I was still fucking, after we married, at his sight or off this. Ring on my finger, or off my finger. It was our deal. Cliff promised paradise, but I couldn't risk losing my clients while playing to be a rich, dutiful wife.
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So, we did marry under my terms. Then he asked me "I want you to make a baby, a newborn, an heir for me". But Cliff is a crippled man! Didn't I mention it? Paraplegic in a wheelchair because of war injuries. His cock is dead flesh, yes. It's nasty but true.
But even for a man like him, a decadent man but one who has proposed to accomplish his marital duties, there may be help. As soon as Clifford accepts his condition. And he did. He accepted the help.
Then, only when he accepted the idea that another man would fuck his future wife. Only then, personally, I searched and choose the man who would make Clifford's duties to impregnate me. Naturally, I alone would choose my mating partner. Why to let this important decision to him? To have Cliff's baby, I have to engage in body, flesh, and soul. Cliff's involvement is only in the papers. Legal, financial, almost mental way only. Intangible. Bodyless.
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So Cliff's paraplegia was a genuine issue. A major problem for this task. I obviously needed a healthy man to give me his seed. To knock me up. But I had a solution for that, too.
Well, for this private, delicate task I chose a former lover, a young man I truly liked very much, the only one who didn't pay me. An obvious selection. What other would I choose? He was married, impoverished, with too many jobs, too many children and a wife too tired to fuck. A stud in bed, always thirsty for sex. So I knew he, my real man, would gladly accept a month of free sex and easy money. At the beautiful stage of Clifford’s mansion. Well, a night would have been sufficient, but I wanted more fun and that he'd never forget me again in his dull life.
Yes, I wanted to grown him as my permanent lover. To rescue me when I become a rich, bored wife. Clifford wouldn't care. In fact, he knows about these matters. My future hubby could even watch us performing. We've talked about. Hubby can make me cum with his perverse tongue. Cliff is very good at that. Wouldn’t he love to eat my wet pussy with my lover's fresh cum, right after sex? I bet he would.
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"So, what do you say, Cliff, if we get you a temporary, borrowed dick? Wouldn't you like to fuck your wife once, in the flesh, with a third party cock? Just for this task? And I want to be fucked and to breed, and make me pregnant. I'm not doing it for you, I'm doing it for my pleasure. So you don't have to be ashamed in front of your friends anymore. Do you understand? You will have to pay for that cock and the man that comes with it. And you have to pay me for fucking, too. That's the deal for ya to have a heir, a newborn to give new life for your dying family. Take it or leave it."
Was I too harsh? Nah!
"Rita, let's do it," he said.
So, I did. We did. He paid for it. In advance, cash.
He also paid my lover. For a month of exclusive sex. With me.
A lot of money for that.
So the day came when the "love month" began. I had to introduce my lover when he arrived at cliff's family mansion's door in the outdoor country.
"Honey, this is Roger. Roger, this is Cliff. I think you know each other already." They have seen each other several times at the strip club. When I gifted a free pass for my lover to relax his complex life.
I left them alone. When I came back, Cliff had already explained the deal. My lover, Roger, was ready to work. So was Cliff.
I went to the pool to start working with Roger. Cliff was curious. He was sitting in his chair, watching.
I stripped for Roger, and for Cliff too, in a way. My clothes fell to the ground and I stood there. Naked and proud. My lover hesitated. I'm accustomed to have an audience watching me dancing and having sex, but not him.
"Roger, come closer. Don't be shy," I said. "Take me now"
He walked towards me. "Rita, you are beautiful," he said, kissing me, groping my big butt. Roger was hard. I touched him.
"Thank you, Roger," I answered. "Prepare to be spoiled"
I turned and bent, leaning against the wall, my ass pointing backwards. Roger didn't hesitate. He fucked me hard and quick. I could feel the difference in size and power between him and other men that I had fucked before.
When he came, he shot his load deep inside me. Poor Roger got exhausted at round 1. I reached my hand between my legs to catch some of his man's jizz. I had a lot.
"Get on your knees, Cliff. I want you to taste that sperm of my lover." I winked, squeezing Roger's shaft to expel more white stuff.
My hubby got close. Roger helped him to take a proper position. Cliff licked his lips. I could see him shaking.
"Eat me, Clifford. Seafood time."
He did. He ate, clam and jizz, licked and sucked from my pussy, so stuffed with Roger's cum, rubbing my clit with his wicked tongue that made me mad. I almost cum while my Cliff was busy swallowing lines of white milky threads altogether with my woman liquor, my love fluids. I love to nurture my men.
"You are delicious," he said, his face stained and wet. "Both of you"
"Good boy. Now, I want you to watch. Go over there. Sit in your chair," I commanded.
Roger needed to recover a bit.
I called my personal maid to bring us some water. She is an old woman, perfect for these matters. After I bell, she came in and didn't say a thing about me, sweating and blatantly nude. Comforting to a naked man who is not my husband while he (Cliff) was prime time watching from his wheelchair. The old maid simply gave me and Roger the refreshment we need.
I was busy giving head the way I know to make Roger's cock hard again; when she said "my Lady," with her eyes fixed on Roger's cock, still erect, and big, and strong. And she made a reverence.
After the maid left, I kneeled in front of my lover.
"I want more of that, baby. Are ya ready?" Fortunately, Roger had learned to ignore Clifford.
"Yes. Let's do it."
"Come, let's go to the bedroom. There, we will do all the work we need to do, just the two of us." I said.
Clifford looked sad, but resigned. "Baby," I told him. "This time just listen, ok?"
Roger fucked me again, and I was in awe of how much man's juice a vulva, mine, could eat. It's limitless. My stud simply spilled me over literally a shower of his cum.
After this we had to stop. My man needs to sleep a little, me too. And then to eat special meals to make more of his marvelous breeding sperm. We wore some robes (nothing else) and carried Clifford rolling to the first floor. In the family table there were the fruits of this country. Exactly as I had asked to my personal maid. Proteins, minerals, some carbs, fruits. Aphrodisiacs too. I gave grapes with my hand to his mouth. Too shameful for my hubby? I didn't care. He was a man, and capable of thinking up nice tricks.
Next to the table there was a tall pile of clothes. I had washed and then ironed these. I dressed Roger (and myself).
The following morning, there was still a dark spot under the sheets from his last time in me, but we were not worried.
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