“What do you mean?”
Kristina shook her head. “I can’t stay with her. The last few days…I’m so happy with you. Even now, I’m wondering how many more times I can make you cum before she gets back. I can’t give this up, Aaron.”
He nodded. He had avoided thinking too hard about the consequences, but they could no longer be ignored. He pulled her close, absently massaging her breasts. “Could we talk to her? Work out some sort of arrangement? I don’t want you to lose her.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to lose her, either. But Jenn is a prude. And controlling. She gets mad if I even mention that someone is good looking. The idea of us opening our marriage, no matter how narrowly–she might divorce me on the spot.”
He shifted, feeling his cum inside of her, and a thought occurred to him. “What if we pretend it’s something else?”
“What do you mean?”
“You two were talking about having a child, right?”
“In theory. But artificial insemination was too expensive and… Oh.” She sat up, and looked at him, excited.
“See where I’m going with this?”
She started to smile, considering the idea. “That might work.”
“What do we need to do?”
She paused for a moment, thinking. “I can convince her you’d be a good donor. I don’t think there’s any reason to disqualify you. But, letting you fuck me… I don’t know, that’s might be too far for her.”
“What if we started small? Try and get her to agree that I’d be a good donor, and let her get used to the idea of me fucking you? Maybe if she feels like she’s in the way of a good thing she’ll acquiesce.”
Kristina nodded slowly. “That could work. She gets defensive if you bring something up too fast, but it is, honestly, a pretty logical option. If she has time to think about it she might come around.”
He was hardening at the idea. “If we put you on birth control we’ll can fuck for months before she figures out something is wrong. Maybe she’ll get comfortable with the idea, and we’ll be able to give up the ruse.” Kristina started gently stroking his cock. “Maybe…even more. When she sees how happy you make me, maybe we can convince her it’d make her happy, too.”
He smiled. “If you can keep yourself away from my cock long enough for her to try it.”
She looked intently into his eyes as she jerked his cock. “All I need is your cock, Aaron. But I know you need more than me. If I can convince the woman I love to serve you, too, nothing would make me happier.”
He sighed, relaxing back onto the bed, and she bent down to suck his cock. “You deserve that happiness, Kristina. God knows you’ve earned it.”
She grunted in agreement and started rubbing his balls as she deepthroated him, and he closed his eyes, imagining what the future could bring.
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Jenn came back to a house full of plans, and Kristina worked fast. Before long, he caught Jenn looking at him with an appraising eye, and she started asking “casual” questions about his health and family history.
Eventually, one morning they sat him down. Jenn’s angular face had a grim expression. Her blonde hair was pulled into a severe ponytail. Kristina was doing her best to hide her excitement.
“What’s up?” he asked, playing dumb.
“Well,” Kristina started, “we have a favor to ask.”
They explained they wanted children, but that sperm was expensive, and insemination more so. “We’re considering other options,” Kristina ended,
“Emphasis on *considering*,” Jenn threw in.
“Are you asking me to be a donor?”
Kristina nodded, and Jenn glared at her. “We’re asking if you’d think about it. Nothing’s decided. We just wanted to see if it was a possibility.”
He pretended to think. “This would be a…natural insemination?”
Jenn nodded curtly. “Yes.”
He looked at them, then said, slowly, “Which one of you would I be… impregnating?”
“Me!” Kristina put in, eyes bright.
He nodded, letting his gaze linger on her. “I think I would be willing. But are you two sure about this? I wouldn’t want this to come between you, or create any resentment.”
Jenn sighed. “I’m not sure. But I’m considering it. I don’t think you would do anything to hurt Kristina. And since we’re both lesbians, there’s no issue of feelings getting in the way. As long as you can remember this is purely for medical reasons, we won’t have any problems.”
He looked away. “I think I can try. I’ve lived this long with the both of you without anything unnatural happening.” He looked at Jenn. “But I can’t promise I won’t feel anything. Kristina’s beautiful, and, well, it is still sex. I’d have to acknowledge how attractive she is to even get hard.”
Jenn sighed. “I can understand that. You are a man, I suppose. Just remember, she’s my wife.”
I nodded. “I’ll be thinking about that the whole time.”
Jenn gave him a look, then stood up. “I think that’s all I wanted to ask for now. But I’d like to inspect you, physically. If we’re going to choose you, I’d like to make sure there’s no surprises.”
He shrugged. “Of course.”
Jenn snapped her fingers. “Let’s get this over with, then. Kristina, stay down here. Aaron, let’s go upstairs.” He shrugged, and started following Jenn up the stairs. He glanced back at Kristina, who blew him a kiss, then lifted up her shirt, flashing him her large breasts. He shook his head in amusement, then caught up with Jenn.
He idly checked her out as she walked up the stairs. She was the more masculine of the two, and had a body to match: petite, full of lean muscle, with breasts that were barely noticeable, and an ass that was far more toned than it was sizable. Still, she moved with an athletic grace. They got to the guest bedroom, and she motioned him in, then closed the door.
“Take off your clothes.”
He raised an eyebrow. “At least make me dinner first.”
She sighed. “I’m inspecting you, remember? Can’t do that with all this fabric in the way.”
“Sure you’re not just trying to see me naked?”
She glared at him, and said nothing. Shrugging, he peeled his T-shirt off, showing off his muscles, then undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He slid his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and looked questioningly at Jenn. “These, too?”
She paused, looking at his limp cock through the fabric, then shook her head. “No. Not interested in seeing your cock.”
He shrugged, and stood with his hands on his hips. “Well,” he said, “inspect away.”
She looked at him critically for a few moments, and he thought he heard her breathing quicken.
“Turn around,” she said, and he did, giving her a nice view of his back and legs.
“Alright,” she said, and he turned back to her, noticing that her face was a bit flushed.
“Like what you see?”
She bit her lip. “You’re in better shape than I thought. And your frame is really solid. Maybe this isn’t so crazy.” She stepped forward hesitantly, and reached out to touch his shoulders, pausing before she made contact. “May I?” she asked, looking up into his eyes. He nodded, and she put her hands on his shoulders, gently massaging the muscle there. He could feel her breath on his chest. “Yeah, you’ve definitely got nice muscles.”
She ran a finger through his chest hair, then followed the trail down to his belly button. “Your chest hair’s ideal, enough to be masculine, but not overwhelming.” She moved her hands over his stomach. “Nice abs.”
She paused again, then knelt down, running her hands up each leg until she got to his boxers. “And nice legs. That’ll be good, the kid will be able to bike with us.” He had been slowly hardening as she ran her hands over his body, and she looked up, surprised to see his cock tenting his underwear in front of her face. She paused for a second, looked up at him briefly, then, almost to herself, said, “Wow. Sizable cock, too. That’ll…get really deep. Which will get the sperm closer.”
She stared at it hanging in front of her face, then gently reached out and slowly ran the tip of her fingers along his length. “Fuck,” she whispered, holding her breath. “That’s even bigger than it looks.”
She looked up at him, struggling to revert back to her persona of mild disdain. “Frankly, I’m worried that your cock might be too big for my wife. Kristina’s not good at saying no–she would probably still try to fuck you, even if your cock was too big for her to handle.” He struggled not to laugh as she turned her attention back to his dick, pushing the fabric of his boxers against it to try and get a better look. “Hm,” she muttered, wrapping her hand around it. “And then…” she put her palms on each side of his clothed dick, and ran her hands down his shaft, slowly, trying to gauge the length. She grabbed his clothed cock with her right hand, and absent-mindedly stroked it as she concentrated, a look of determination on her face.
Noticing what she was doing, she cleared her throat, and looked up at him. “It’s about seven inches long, right? And six around?”
He looked at her in amusement. “You could’ve just asked, you know.”
She rolled her eyes. “Like I’m going to believe a man’s answer to that.”
“Believe what you want,” he told her, “but I’m eight inches long, and about seven around.”
She shook her head. “I doubt that. That’s just unreasonable. I trust my number.”
He affected a look of sympathy, and shrugged. “Maybe the boxers got in the way?” he suggested.
She bobbled her head side to side, considering. “That’s possible.” She sighed, looking at his dick and biting her lip. “Guess I will have to see your cock today.” She put her hands on his waistband, then paused, looking up at him with a businesslike expression on her face. “May I?”
He nodded, trying hard not to laugh, and she slowly pulled his boxers down, letting out a little grunt of surprise as his cock sprang free, bobbing in front of her face. She pushed his unkempt pubes back from his shaft, and got under his cock, looking up and down the full length. “Hm. That does look bigger without the boxers.”