SPH Experiences: Wife Impregnation
By Satisfied Husband.
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On our wedding night, I managed a firm 3″ erection sufficient to achieve a degree of penetration. It was clear that my wife was at best underwhelmed. Whilst we continued to have sex at least twice a week, it was always me who made the advances.
When we moved into our first house, my wife made many female friends, both at work and in the local community. It became clear that she was confiding in depth with her close friends. One night in bed, she suddenly said to me that she loves me very much, and my small penis was not an issue. This was the first time the size of my penis had been raised. Whilst I was shocked, part of me was pleased that his issue was out in the open. I confided in her my inner insecurities about the size of my penis and the breasts that I had developed during puberty.
In 2005, the issue of having children was raised and discussed in detail. My main concern was that I would pass on my small penis genes to any son we may have. She suggests the possibility of artificial insemination to avoid the risk. I said that I would have difficulty in not knowing the father’s physical, emotional, and intellectual attributes.
Whilst working abroad in Shri Lanka, I met a Tamil engineer and played squash with him frequently. The first time in the communal shower room, I notice his very large penis. Returning to London, I shared this experience with my wife. Whilst she did not respond verbally, I noted during sex that night she was very, very wet and excited.
The following night, I told her that she was clearly aroused the previous night after I mentioned the size of my friend’s penis. She said who wouldn’t be. I then suggested he could be the solution to our fathering problem. Without hesitation, she then said, “Do you think he’s interested in fucking without protection?”
With few words exchanged between us, I said, “I will invite him to come and stay with us in London.”
When I invited him, he declined the offer of coming to London and instead invited us to stay with him at his home in Sri Lanka.
She said she was not keen on the idea of travelling abroad and only agreed to do so on the understanding that she could fuck my friend without protection during her most fertile period. The issue of his colour was raised, and I assured her that my dark complexion, inherited from my Indian grandfather, would offset any child complexion issues.
When we arrived at the airport, Vishal was there to meet us. As we drove to his house, it was clear that my wife could not take her eyes off him. Although very pleasant, Vishal had an arrogant and confident manner about him. During dinner in his grand dining room, with two servants attending to the table, we discussed our work together from the previous summer.
As the evening progressed and the wine flowed, the conversation turned to our family ambitions and the social importance associated with a large, successful family. I said that we were now trying for a family(not true) and were looking forward to becoming parents.
When we finally got to bed, my wife noticed that Vishal had slipped a note into the pocket of her jacket. As she was reading it, she smiled and said, “WOW!” She then read the note aloud. It said that he was pleased to hear that we were looking to start a family and that, given that he had shared a communal shower with me, he offered any assistance my wife would like to accept.
At one level, I was angry at another, excited by the prospect of his man fucking wife. That night, in bed, we discussed how we could move forward. I suggested she go to his room to discuss what assistance was on offer.
Without hesitation, she got up, put on her dressing gown, and left our bedroom. An hour later, I was beside myself with anxiety and excitement. I then quietly moved down the corridor towards Vishal’s bedroom. I was still some ten yards from his door when I heard my wife moaning and groaning with pleasure and at one stage commenting on the size of his cock.
It was after 4 am before my wife returned to our bed. I said nothing until we got up to have breakfast in our room. As she stood, sperm began to run down from her pubic matted hair. She looked at me and smiled, saying that it had been amazing, although painful to start with. She said it had taken almost an hour to achieve full penetration. Once relaxed, she had numerous intense orgasms.
I shot my load as she gave her account, and she grinned as I did so. Throughout the first, she went to his bedroom most nights. On our last night, she went to his room for the last time. As we flew home, I said that if she were pregnant, I would be secure in knowing who the father was.
She then looked at me and said, “Unfortunately, that may not be the case.”
Looking puzzled, I said, “What do you mean?”
She said, “On the last night, Vishal had invited three of his friends to join them, one of whom had a larger penis than Vishal.”
Six weeks later, Helen had a positive pregnancy confirmation.
Eight months later, she gave birth to our first son.
For my 35th birthday, she bought me a large penis sheath extension so that she could maintain a degree of satisfaction from her well-stretched fanny. A year later, she said she would stay with Vishal for two weeks during her fertile period to try to get pregnant again. During the next six years, she met up with Vishal, and we now have three sons and one daughter.
The End.
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