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Subject: {ASSM} Impregnated in Front of Her Husband (bond reluc MM/F cuck impreg) {Sir Render}
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Impregnated in Front of Her Husband
(c) 2007 by Sir Render (i_am_sirrender@yahoo.com)

My husband had tried to get me to show off my sexy body to strangers 
and his friends, even going so far as to tell me some of his buddies 
would pay for a blow job.  There was one time, I remember, when he 
sent his best friend into our bathroom when he knew I was in the tub.  
But I never took the bait.  I was faithful in marriage and never 
dreamed of having sex with anyone else.  Our sex was good so I never 
needed to look outside the marriage for a quickie, a fling or a one 
night stand.

Part of what kept it good was that we were both a little adventurous.  
We had done all the usual young lover stuff like having sex on the 
beach at night, going to the nearest teenage make out spot and 
screwing against our back yard fence.  We had also tried our hands at 
role playing and it was on one such night in our fifth year of 
marriage that my outlook on sex changed forever, and my husband got 
his wish though probably not quite in the way he had hoped.

It was a warm, late spring night.  Our house didn't have air 
conditioning beyond a small window unit in the living room, so we had 
all the windows open and a few fans turned on in various rooms to 
create a cross-breeze.

After dinner and a couple of hours just relaxing and cooling off we 
both felt the need for some sexual release.  In our quest for new 
role playing ideas to keep our sex fresh we had each written down a 
number of general ideas on index cards which we kept in a locked desk 
drawer in the den.  My husband went and got the stack of cards while 
I went into our bedroom to undress.  He brought the cards to me, 
shuffled them and held the stack out to me.  I used two long, painted 
fingernails to pull a single card out from somewhere near the bottom 
of the stack, then read it aloud:

"Whips and chains and I'm in charge."  I winked and licked my lips in 
a seductive manner.  We'd played this one before a few months 
earlier.  While neither of us was into pain and bruising, it did 
allow me to call all the shots with him tied helpless on the bed.  I 
got to go at my own pace and tease the living hell out of him until 
he literally begged me to let him cum.

My husband quickly pulled his gray tee shirt off over his head, 
unzipped his faded blue jeans and wormed his way out of them while 
lying on his back across our bed.  I meanwhile went to the bathroom 
to finish undressing and deposit my clothes in the laundry basket.  I 
stepped into the walk-in closet which connected to both the bathroom 
and our bedroom and found the perfect outfit.  When I came out into 
the bedroom my husband eyed me up and down.  The black bodice I had 
donned was a skin tight affair which had a low back, curved up my 
sides and clung to my round breasts for its only support, then 
plunged in a deep v-neck down to my belly button.  I had on a pair of 
black bikini panties, black fishnet stockings and black stiletto 
heels with an ankle strap.

"What are you going to do to me?" he asked playfully.

"The question is, what are you going to do for me?" I replied, 
purring like a sex-crazed kitten.

"Don't hurt me," he said with a waver in his voice as he backed up on 
the bed, still just wearing his dark blue silk boxer shorts.  I 
headed straight for the night stand between the bed and the East wall 
of our house.  I found the fur-lined handcuffs I was looking for.  
The only key to open them was tied on a string which I slipped over 
my head and let it hang around my neck.

"Soon you will tell me all I need to know," I threatened as I bent 
over him to cuff his wrists together around one of the metal bars of 
our headboard.

With my husband secured and completely unable to get free without the 
key which was danling between my breasts, I settled in for a night of 
hot passion.  First I dimmed the lights in the room and turned on the 
clock radio next to the bed to creat some atmosphere.  I left the 
bedroom to retrive another of our favorite sex toys, a ball gag he'd 
bought for me on my birthday the year before.  I sashayed back into 
the room stretching the ball gag's elastic band between my hands like 
a weapon.  I got onto my knees on the bed, straddling his fit body, 
and scooted up until I was over his belly.

My husband clamped his mouth shut and turned his head side to side 
like a baby not wanting to eat its food, so I pinched one of his 
nipples and twisted it to give him just a bit of pain.  He yelped 
aloud, which was all I needed to push the soft ball between his 
teeth.  Shortly I had the band around his head.

Now both immobile and mute, I began to taunt and tease my poor 
husband.  I gyrated my hips, keeping my pussy mere inches from his 
chest and mouth.  I also lightly grazed his cheeks with my long 
fingernails.  I moved down the bed, continuing to trace random shapes 
with my nails over his manly chest.  After a few minutes of play I 
ground my pussy down on his crotch.  The fabric of his underwear and 
my panties created an out of rhythm friction between us and a fair 
amount more stimulation than if we had both been completely nude.

Moving farther down the bed I bent over and licked each of his 
nipples while working my fingers in under the waistband of his 
boxers.  I kissed down his belly as I slid off the foot of the bed 
and pulled his shorts all the way off.

My husband has a nice cock; a good five and a half inches when fully 
erect but too thick for me to get my whole hand around.  Let me tell 
you, it fills me up just fine when we're making love.  Right now it 
was standing at full attention before me and I knew my husband wanted 
me to lick it, suck it and slide my pussy down over it.  But I wasn't 
finished teasing him and would not be for at least another half hour.  
I had plans to lapdance for him, to nibble his earlobes, lightly 
scratch his ballsack with my fingernails and probably get myself off 
while he watched helpless and unable to reach his own climax.  Only 
then would I give him the benefit of taking his throbbing prick in my 
mouth, and I would savor the minutes as they ticked past with me 
sucking his rod for a few seconds, then letting up, then sucking his 
balls for a few seconds and letting up again.  I figured I would get 
off at least three times before he did and I hadn't decided which 
hole to let him cum in tonight.  Tell me, how could I even start to 
work him toward an orgasm until I had decided that?

I went to the kitchen to get some jam from the refrigerator to coat 
his nipples to make it more enjoyable for me the next time I licked 
them.  Guys can get a stiffy sucking a woman's nipples anytime, but 
for women it isn't the same.  However it is very good when 
mercilessly teasing your man.

On my way back down the hallway to our room I stopped.  My body 
tensed and a tingle ran down my spine.  I had heard something behind 
me and, knowing that my husband was safely tied up ahead of me, I was 
afraid to turn around to see what it could have been.  But I found 
out soon enough as a whispered voice and a beam of light came down 
the hallway behind me.

I think the intruder was as surprised to see me as I was to see his 
flashlight reflecting on the walls around me.  I heard him drop 
something on the floor.  At this point, still unable to will myself 
to turn and face him, my knees began to shake.  My husband could take 
care of the situation but his freedom was dangling between my breasts 
which were still constrained by the form-fitting bodice with the 
plunging v-neck.

"Sweet mother of Jesus," I heard him exclaim in a hushed tone.

"Dude, let's get the hell out of here!" hissed a second voice!

My legs became weak at the knowledge that there were two of them.

"Fuck no man, we came to get shit and that looks like the best shit 
in the house."

"Hey sweet thang, why don't you turn around so I can peep you?"  This 
one was obviously a black man by the way he spoke; not just the words 
but the whole way the he said them reminded me of all the black 
athletes I'd known in high school and college.

"Are you home all alone?" the same voice asked, closer behind me now.  
I manged to take a step -- a single, solitary step -- toward my 
bedroom.  A few seconds later the man was standing before me.  I'm no 
giant at five feet five inches but this guy was only a little taller 
than me.  He had his hair tightly curled and shaved into straight 
lines from front to back, a thin mustache and wore a basketball 
jersey with long pants.  He shone his flashlight in my face and I 
blinked.

"Yep, she's real, she's just not movin'.  It's okay sweetheart, we 
ain't gonna hurt you.  We just wanna see what you got and then we'll 
be on our way."

The second one whom I had not seen yet stepped up behind me and 
slapped my ass hard.  I yelped and sprang into action, ducking past 
the one in front and racing madly to the bedroom.

My husband had apparently heard the voices in the hallway and, lying 
stark naked with his mouth gagged and wrists attached to the 
headboard, he was straining to see what was going on and making 
muffled noises.

I stood bent over the bed, my stiletto heels giving a nice lift to my 
ass for the guys behind me, and fumbled with the key hanging around 
my neck.  I could not seem to get the string off over my head.

To make a long story short, the two guys entered behind me, commented 
on my husband's state and then stood to either side of me.  One held 
my hands behind my back as the other brushed my shoulder length 
blonde hair aside and cupped my face in his hand.  "We gonna have us 
some fun tonight," he said before kissing me.  His kiss was rough; 
all tongue and running saliva as he violated the depths of my mouth.  
He began to squeeze my breasts as the other one transferred both of 
my wrists into one hand and used the other to grope my ass through my 
panties.

As unable to complain about the situation as my husband, thanks to 
the intruder's tongue filling my mouth, I trembled quietly against 
their lusty touches.  I could hear my husband's muffled screams 
through his gag and the guys laughed about how pitiful he was as a 
husband and how a fine piece of ass like me deserved a real man.

I still hadn't actually seen the guy behind me but when the one in 
the basketball jersey backed away and sat on the edge of the bed, he 
ordered the other one to put me on his lap.  In a moment I was 
sitting, splayed out, in the black man's lap as he held me close 
around the waist and I got my first good look at his friend.  It was 
another black man, much taller but thin and wiry.  He seemed older 
with a completely bald head and he wore a black button down shirt and 
blue jeans.  He was fairly handsome in a way, now that I think back 
on it.

So there I was, being held by one black guy who quickly pulled one 
bra cup of my bodice down to let my tit hang free while 
simultaneously shoving a hand down my panties.  He rubbed around my 
clitoral hood and bounced my breast in the palm of his hand.

"Please don't hurt me," was all I could say.  After what must have 
been the eighth or ninth time the guy in front of me, the cuter older 
one, said:

"This will shut her up."  He unzipped his fly and fished out his 
black cock.  It stood out at least six inches and had a head on it 
the size of a portabello mushroom (at least to my surprised eyes at 
the time).  I began to protest, to beg them not to do this, but 
before more than a syllable was out of my mouth his cock was in it.

By now my husband was thrashing on the bed behind us, twisting and 
turning, rattling his handcuffs against the metal headboard, and 
kicking out at my assailants.  But the guy holding me simply got up 
and bent me over with my mouth still wrapped around his buddy's 
enormous penis head.  As he stood against my ass I felt his own cock 
through his pants.  It was hard, hot and clearly ready for some 
action.  He reached down my side to fondle my one free-hanging 
breast.  His friend meanwhile took hold of each side of my head and 
began to slowly move my face up and down the length of his rod.

I became vaguely aware that my panties were being pulled down and 
they stopped at my knees.  The man behind me kicked me feet apart 
and, still in my stilettos, I nearly fell over, but the two of them 
kept me steady and then I heard the sound of a zipper going down.  I 
shut my eyes and wished this were a bad dream from which I would soon 
wake up.  Then I felt a hot, throbbing horse sized cock slowly 
pushing between my pussy lips.  The one in my mouth just had a huge 
head; the one going in my pussy was at least two full inches thick 
all the way along the shaft.  I've always been a good judge of how 
much of my husband's cock was inside me and I lost count after seven 
inches this time.  He pulled halfway back out and began to slowly 
push in again, expanding my vaginal walls and making me grunt around 
the cock in my mouth.

My husband's motions and stifled screams were frantic now.  The 
rattling of the chain against the headboard was growing annoying.  
Glancing down I could see the key to our salvation spinning rapidly 
and swaying back and forth with each thrust of the cocks inside me.  
They were getting into a rhythm which kept me completely full on one 
end or the other.  They kept up the pace for a couple of minutes 
before I just couldn't take it any more.  My inner thighs were soon 
damp with my own pussy juice and my g-spot was taking such an 
incredible massage from the thick prick in my cunt that I spasmed and 
drooled all over the shoes of the tall guy in front of me.  I began 
to choke and cough and he quickly pulled out of my mouth.  More 
saliva ran in a line out of my mouth to the carpet as I caught my 
breath and relaxed the muscles in my mouth and throat which had been 
over expanded for several minutes.

"Aw yeah.  Aw hell yeah.  White bitch gonna take my black baby," said 
the man behind me.

"Oh please!" I wailed.

"Shit, she's beggin' fo' it!" said the one in front of me who had 
stood me more or less upright and started playing with both of my 
bare breasts.

"No, please.  Don't do this.  Please don't," I whimpered.  But it was 
too late.  I felt my insides splattered with hot, sticky cum.

I was too weak and defeated now to keep standing, so the guys laid me 
on my back on the edge of my bed just out of my husband's kicking 
range.  The one with the mushroom headed prick now took his turn in 
my freshly seeded pussy while his friend came to kneel beside my head 
and pushed his cock, sticky with my own juices as well as his, into 
my mouth.  He told me to suck and lick it clean and then as soon as 
his buddy was finished with me they would leave and not take anything 
of value.

But they had already taken my dignity and my black virginity.

As I numbly sucked all the sticky juices off his cock, his friend 
plowed into me at a fast pace.  My tits flopped and bounced up and 
down with the force and speed of his thrusts.  But he didn't last as 
long in my pussy as he had in my mouth and soon I felt his hot seed 
splattering my insides before running out and down the crack of my 
ass.  He too came up beside my head and ordered me to lick him clean.

Then they left as promised without taking any of our material things.  
In retrospect I guess you could say they were honorable thieves.

It took me a half hour or so after they had gone to muster the 
strength to get up and shuffle into the bathroom to clean myself.  I 
returned to the bedroom to set my husband free at last.  As the next 
few days passed I reflected on how exciting that night had been; how 
much I relished the loss of control, my husband's inability to help 
and being plowed by two strange men at once.

We began to talk about me doing my husband's buddies once in a while 
but it seemed too comfortable to do it with people we knew.  
Thankfully for me as they say criminals always return to the scene of 
the crime and those burglars came back twice over the next two weeks.  
Once was during the day when I was home alone.  I heard a noise at 
the back door and upon investigating recognized the shorter man with 
the thick prick.  I don't know what possessed me but I let them both 
into the house of my own free will.  I told them if they wouldn't 
steal anything they could fuck me again.  If they did steal anything 
I would turn them in to the police for burglary and rape.  How could 
they resist giving me another performance?  Besides that it was 
summer and I was wearing a string bikini which they stuffed in my 
mouth to keep me quiet while they fucked me; I was just having way 
too much fun and kept shouting for them to give me their black meat, 
pump me full of cum and other things I would never had said to 
strangers before that first night.  The second time they came around 
was again at night, on the weekend, and I had talked my husband into 
being tied down again.  He didn't know the boys were coming over but 
I had already arranged it with them and we never let on that I'd 
fucked them a few days earlier or that I was expecting them that 
night.  They did the double ended me-kabob again for a while and both 
filled my womb with their baby-making sperm.

My husband is a good man and stood by me during the next nine months 
as my belly swelled and my breasts got heavy with milk for the black 
baby or babies I was carrying.

THE END

You can find more of Sir Render's original adult stories at 
http://sirrender.syntheticdimension.net/

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