Getting My Wife Pregnant
An SPH Experience by myelderflower.
Everyone cracks up, but then he drops the real bomb: “And yeah, they measured the equipment too. Nine inches hard, boys. Prime breeding stock.”
The jokes flew all afternoon. “Grant, you ever need a side gig, hit up the sperm bank,” someone yelled.
My girlfriend Nikki giggled along, her cheeks flushing a little as she sipped her drink. “Bet you’d knock up half the city,” she teased him.
I laughed it off, but inside, it stung. See, I’ve got a tiny dick—barely four inches on a good day, and it doesn’t even get fully hard most times. Nikki and I haven’t had real sex in three years. Our ‘intimacy’ is just her grinding her wet pussy lips against my little nub while I rub her clit. It’s like two clits bumping, no penetration, no thrusting. She cums sometimes from the friction, but I just leak a pathetic dribble. Everyone knows Grant’s packing; they’ve seen him shirtless at the pool, that bulge obvious even when soft.
Fast forward to now. Nikki and I are in our late twenties, married for two years, and she’s broached the baby talk. “I want kids,” she says one night in bed, her hand absentmindedly stroking my thigh but skipping my crotch like always. “But with your… situation, we should do artificial insemination. Doctor injects your sperm right into my cervix. No mess, no fuss.”
I nod, my stomach twisting. My sperm’s fine, tests say, but the thought of her getting filled by a turkey baster version of my weak cum? Humiliating. “Sounds good,” I mumble. “But it’s pricey—thousands per try. What if it doesn’t take?”
She shrugs, rolling onto her side, her full tits spilling out of her tank top. “Then sperm donor. Anonymous clinic stuff. I don’t care, as long as we get pregnant.”
Her pussy’s right there under the sheets, shaved smooth like she keeps it for show. I ache to bury my face in it, but even that feels inadequate.
I force a joke to lighten it. “Hey, remember Grant from the party? Mr. Big Dick, Super Sperm? We could hit him up for a donation.”
I expect her to laugh it off, call me crazy.
Instead, she sits up, eyes lighting up. “Why not? He’s a good match—same race, healthy, and that test… damn. Free, too. Saves us a fortune.”
My heart pounds. “Wait, you’re serious?”
She grins, but there’s a hungry edge. “If your stuff doesn’t work first, yeah. Perfect donor.”
I push the joke further, my little dick twitching despite the shame. “So, what, you wanna fuck him to get pregnant? Natural insemination?”
She freezes, face turning beet red. Her nipples harden under the fabric. “No! God, no,” she stammers, but her eyes dart away, pupils wide.
She thought about it—I saw it. Picturing Grant’s thick nine-inch cock stretching her tight pussy, pumping rope after rope of potent cum deep inside until it takes.
“Unless… maybe if it’s the only way. What do you think?”
She didn’t notice my shorts tenting pathetically, my nub straining at half-mast. The humiliation burned hot—my wife blushing over our friend’s massive dick, considering letting him breed her while I watch or wait outside. “Uh, maybe we talk if my sperm fails and docs get too expensive,” I say, voice shaky.
Inside, I’m throbbing.
That night, I jerked my tiny prick furiously in the bathroom, imagining Grant pinning Nikki down, her legs spread wide as he slams balls-deep, grunting, “Gonna fill your womb, slut.” In my mind, she moans, “Yes, breed me with your superior cum—hubby’s is worthless.” I came in seconds, a sad spurt on the sink.
We’ve done two insemination rounds now. First failed. Second, too. Bills piling up. Nikki’s ovulating again soon, and last night, she brought it up casually over dinner. “Grant texted—saw him at the store. Party next week. We should ask him.” Her foot rubs my calf under the table, but it’s teasing, not promising.
“About donating?” I croak, fork pausing.
“Mm-hmm. Or… you know.” She bites her lip, that same flush. “If we go natural, it’d be surer. His sperm’s proven. Yours… well.” She glances at my lap, smirking. “Not exactly a stud.”
SPH hits like a gut punch, but my dick leaks pre-cum into my boxers. “You want his big cock inside you?”
She leans in, whispering, “Only if you beg for it. Imagine it—me on all fours, him pounding my pussy raw, flooding me with baby batter while you stroke that little clit-dick in the corner.”
Fuck, she’s into it now.
We haven’t fucked, but she made me eat her out after, describing it.
“His cock would split me open, unlike your nub. I’d cum so hard on his girth.”
I lapped her clit frantically, my face buried in her dripping folds, tongue-fucking her hole as she bucked. She squirted on my chin, calling me a “good little cuck.”
Party’s Saturday. I’m hoping Grant says yes. Hell, hoping she insists on the full fuck. My small dick’s ruined me for real sex, but this? Watching a real man claim her womb? It’s the hottest shame ever. Can’t wait to see her pussy stretched, leaking his thick load, knowing my seed’s too weak.
The End.
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