by Lainey Fox
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By the time Pierre got home, Nessa and Francesco had made some tea and had busied themselves actually getting to know each other after their sexual encounter. As Pierre arrived, he wondered why the neighbor was in their home.
“Sweetheart!” exclaimed Nessa. “This is Francesco!”
“I know”, said Pierre still confused. “We have met before.”
Nessa smiled and guided her husband to the table. Pierre sat and shook hands with the still shirtless Italian. He was suave and a fast talker. Stories flowed from Francesco like water from a tap. Nessa and Pierre listened and laughed, falling under his spell. Slowly Francesco drew the conversation towards the topic of family and children. Nessa was fascinated, enthralled with each word. Pierre, however, sank in his chair, feeling like a failure for being unable to impregnate his wife.
“What is wrong my friend?” Francesco asked, noticing Pierre’s declining mood.
“It’s nothing,” Pierre brushed him away. “The talk of family and children is just a bit depressing, since we are unable to start one ourselves.”
Francesco paused, seeming to be deep in thought. His muscles rippled as he moved, drawing Nessa’s eyes.
“My friends!” Francesco announced. “I think I have a solution to your problem.”
“Really!?” Nessa asked with glee.
“I, Francesco, will help you have a child.”
Pierre’s eyes narrowed at the tanned and statuesque man.
“How?” Pierre asked.
Francesco stood and moved across the table to stand behind Nessa. He placed his hands on her shoulders and stood proudly over her.
“I can impregnate your wife,” the Italian plainly stated.
Impregnation
Pierre felt timid and wondered whether Nessa had wanted to leave him. He stared into his wife’s hopeful eyes and felt crestfallen. He knew he was the problem and their next step was a sperm bank. Did it really matter who the sperm came from or how it entered her? Francesco was certainly a prime specimen of a man. Pierre reasoned that he would at least know something about the father of his child. With a deep sigh, Pierre did something he never thought he would do. He agreed to allow Francesco to impregnate his wife. It was an almost inconceivable decision, but deep down Pierre just wanted to see Nessa happy. As they spoke of the details, the trio agreed that Francesco could impregnate Nessa, and Pierre could watch. They also decided that they might as well start trying immediately.
In his bedroom, Pierre sat on a plush leather chair resting in a corner that Nessa often used as a reading nook. Francesco eyed Nessa lustfully, unable to tear himself away from her still bikini clad body. As she laid back on the bed, Francesco took of her took off her top and began to repeat his performance from earlier. He sucked at each nipple while twirling the other between his fingers. Nessa cooed and moaned in pleasure, pressing her chest out to ensure her new lover didn’t let go.
“Is that necessary?” Pierre asked incredulously. “I thought you would just be in, out and done.”
Francesco pulled himself away from Nessa long enough to look Pierre in the eyes. Pierre shrunk in his chair under the strong Italian man’s gaze.
“Properly aroused and pleasured women are much more likely to conceive.” Francesco said as if pointing out a commonly know face. “Let Francesco work his magic and you shall have child.”
Pierre only nodded as he sank further in the chair. While Francesco went back to work, Pierre was still trying to make sense of what he had just decided. His body was a confused mixture of emotions; shame, confusion and then suddenly, arousal. Pierre’s eyes went wide in shock. Francesco had stripped away his jeans leaving his tanned Italian body naked to the world. And there, bobbing inches from Nessa’s skin, was the largest cock Pierre had ever seen. He wondered if wife would even be able to handle such a big dick inside of her. In the midst of the shock and awe, Pierre felt his own cock growing to attention. Nessa had grabbed Francesco’s cock with both hands as she pushed it into her mouth. Her lips slowly enveloping him; taking the massive Italian length into her inch by inch. Francesco groaned as she moved up and down his cock. She licking and teased Francesco’s member which was beginning to drive Pierre wild.
Francesco pulled the black beauty away from his cock and motioned for her to turn around. She obeyed and once she was facing away from Francesco he pushed her forward, forcing her down onto all fours. Nessa’s ass was facing Pierre and he could clearly see how open and wet she already was. His cock twitched and ached to be inside of her, but Pierre held back. He needed Francesco to be inside of his wife, to penetrate her, fuck her and filler her with his Italian cum. Nessa filled the room with a deep moan as each inch of Francesco’s cock entered her. Once fully inside of Nessa, Francesco slowly withdrew before thrusting strongly back in. Nessa’s large breasts sung beneath her with each thrust and her ample behind rippled like a pond. Pierre began to salivate over each thrust. He adored watching the massive length disappear and reappear from his wife’s cunt. Pierre stroked his cock, enjoying the sight of the new lovers fucking on his bed.
“Yes, yes! Don’t stop, don’t stop!” Nessa begged.
Francesco thrust harder and harder as he held onto her waist. He pulled Nessa into himself each time he pressed himself forward. Loud smacks of flesh echoed through the room. Nessa was breathing heavily, trying to cope with the immensity of his cock. In her daze, Nessa happened to look over at Pierre. She found him with his own hard cock in his hand, rapidly stroking at as he stared at the scene unfolding. Nessa smiled, glad her husband was enjoying it as much as she was. When she turned her attention back inward, Nessa found a strong burning growing in her core. Her muscles began to alternate between being stiff an immobile to almost becoming jelly. She clenched her walls as the feeling grew, massaging and milking Francesco’s cock. She could feel he was close, his prick growing more rigid and beginning to throb.
The two new lovers exploded into orgasm simultaneously. The feeling of Francesco’s hot Italian cum filling her womb only intensified the orgasm already coursing through Nessa’s body. Her front half collapsed onto the bed and Francesco helped to steady her ass as he was deep within her. Nessa gave up a mini-orgasm with each rope of cum, her body drinking in the seed. When Francesco finally pulled himself away from Nessa, the spent woman directed her attention to her husband to gauge his reaction to what had just transpired. She found Pierre’s hand was stilled and his chest and lap covered with his own cum. His eyes were glazed and his stare blank. She smiled at his obvious enjoyment.
New Beginnings
That next day Nessa spent her free time fantasizing about the previous night. She had never expected that a white man could have such a large cock, or that Pierre would enjoy watching them. She wondered if she had gotten pregnant, but knew that it would take a few weeks for the test to show. Nessa spent the afternoon lounging on her porch in the skimpiest bikini she owned. Her breasts were spilling out with hints of nipple showing from the sides of the small patch of fabric. The thin patch of cloth between her legs was drenched. In between daydream fantasies, Nessa peeked over towards Francesco’s house, but he never came outside. Disappointed, Nessa returned inside as the sun began to hang low in the sky. Her husband would be home soon and Nessa intended to use him to release her pent up frustrations from the day.
Pierre arrived home to find that Nessa had prepared all of his favorites for dinner. The table was line with dishes and bowls, the aromas of which floated through the air and danced on the nose. Pierre was very impressed and thankful for his wife’s thoughtfulness. He had thought a lot about the night before, and had realized that he was out of his league when it came to Francesco’s skills in the bedroom. He worried whether he would ever be able to pleasure Nessa in the same way again. Now that she knew what it felt like to be fucked by a huge cock, he resigned himself to the fact that she would no longer desire him sexually. Pierre instead focused on the experience from the night before. He had never been so
turned on as when Francesco was fucking his wife, and Pierre ached to see it again. Francesco was so big and strong, watching his cock go into Nessa was indescribable.
The couple spent their evening together chatting and spending time together. Though neither mentioned the activities of the night before, there was a palpable tension in the air. When night finally fell and they retired to bed, Pierre couldn’t help but drift back to the night before. He was laying right where Francesco had fucked his wife. He could picture the long and hard cock sliding effortlessly out of Nessa’s pussy. Pierre was rock hard at the thought of it, and itching for some release. Nessa had the same thoughts and feelings, though she found she was longing for Francesco’s cock, not her husbands. Regardless, she knew Pierre was all she had available to try and make her cum.
He kissed her gently on the back of her neck before Nessa rolled over to face her husband. She placed her hand upon her cheek before closing the gap and kissing him on the lips. He gently moved his hand through her hair, affectionately nuzzling her shoulder. Nessa purred at his touch, signaling to Pierre he could continue. He slowly moved down her body, kissing a path down to her breasts. He tried to emulate how Francesco had suckled upon her and played with her nipples. Nessa didn’t respond with the moans and coos of pleasure as he expected. Growing frustrated, Pierre moved himself between Nessa’s legs. He positioned his member at her entrance. While he was not small, his cock paled in comparison to Francesco. Pierre tried to push the thought out of his mind as he penetrated his wife.
Pierre’s prick slid easily into Nessa’s lubricated slit. He hoped her arousal was from him, but had a suspicion she had been having the same thoughts back to her session with the Italian stallion. Pierre thrust as hard as he could, burying himself with each one. It didn’t take long for Pierre to feel his own orgasm building, but he could tell from Nessa’s silence and body language she was not deriving the same pleasure.
Nessa was focused, determined to enjoy the fucking her husband was giving her. However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t even start the building of an orgasm. After being with Francesco, Pierre felt tiny, barely able to register as inside of her. She faked a moan and pressed herself against her husband, but it just wasn’t the same. Nessa closed her eyes and though of Francesco as she waited for Pierre to finish.
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The night after Francesco’s impregnation of Nessa was the last time Pierre had fucked his wife. While he had managed to cum, Pierre felt embarrassed and ashamed. He was no longer able to please Nessa sexually. To try and make up for his inadequacy in the bedroom, Pierre spent more time working on other aspects of their relationship. He paid more attention to Nessa, listening to her and engaging in conversation. He bought her little presents and let her know he was thinking of her. He did his best to build a strength in the emotional side of their marriage so that when he was ready, Francesco could fill the sexual void.
After a month of newfound attention and determination from her partner, Nessa and Pierre’s marriage was stronger than ever. Pierre was ready for Francesco to return to their bedroom. He invited the strong Italian over for dinner and the trio spent the evening chatting and getting along. Tension between Nessa and Francesco was high, they continually flirted and eyed one another. Pierre, however, didn’t mind. He knew Nessa was his wife and he enjoyed the suave man’s company and tales.
“I have a surprise for you both!” Nessa interjected in a lull of conversation.
The two men paused and looked at her in anticipation. Nessa smiled widely and Pierre’s heart raced.
“I’m pregnant!” She announced.
Francesco hugged Nessa as Pierre sat with his jaw agape. A tear welled up in his eye. The Frenchman was overwhelmed. He was going to be a father. A smile grew across his face when his and his wife’s eyes met. Francesco pulled away from Nessa and embraced Pierre in the same congratulatory hug. When the strong Italian released Pierre, he slapped him on the back.
“Congratulations Pierre and Nessa. I am happy I could have been of service,” Francesco said with a wide grin.
“Thank you Francesco,” Pierre responded. “We could not have done this on our own. We owe you a debt.”
“It was my pleasure my friends,” Francesco stated, directing his gaze to Nessa’s body.
Pierre cleared his throat. “I, however, would like to ask you for another favor Francesco.”
Nessa’s eyes went wide as she realized what was happening. She smiled sweetly to her husband and mouthed “thank you”.
“Francesco…. Will you continue to sleep with my wife? You please her like no other, and I wish to see her happy.”
The enormous Italian man erupted in a hearty laughter. He wrapped his arms around both Nessa and Pierre and embraced them against his chest.
“Of course!” Francesco said joyfully. “I would be happy to make love to your beautiful and now pregnant wife. Consider it my duty to fulfill her every sexual desire.”
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He took her wrists and bound them in front of her. Part of the handcuffs was a thin cord, and he used it to pull her towards him. She was nearly naked, left wearing only a strapless bra and a lacy black thong. He pulled her wrists towards him and she felt her eyes fluttering closed. It was intense, this feeling of being dominated. She loved that her hands were bound in the front. She was his, and his alone to control. Vance kissed and nibbled at her neck as he reached down to take off her thong, peeling it slowly down her thighs.
“You’re so wet,” he breathed in her ear.
She cooed back, leaning her head towards him for a kiss.
“Nuh-uh,” he said pulling away. “I’m in charge. You can just sit back and relax. Place your hands in your lap for me, darling.”
She did as she as told. Vance, never letting go of the thin cord, got on his knees.
He spread her legs apart and began to lick her, slowly at first. She leaned into the cabinets, her chest heaving up and down. He reached his hand up and unhooked her bra as he licked. His tongue was warm on her clit and his long licks were making her drip slowly onto the countertop. She placed her legs on Vance’s shoulders, trying to relieve the soreness from trying to hold herself up on the countertop. There was a distinct difference in the way Vance and Dan ate her out. Vance was a lot slower, seeming to save every moment of it. Dan was faster, acting as if he were going to consume her. They both had different levels of control.
Crystal didn’t want Vance to stop. She wanted him to keep going until she couldn’t climax anymore, collapsing into his arms. Vance’s shoulders were tawny and strong. He showed no signs of exhaustion when she propped her thighs up on him. She was curvy and heavy in certain areas, which used to make her self-conscious. Vance didn’t mind one bit. He loved every curve of her body. With each attack on Crystal’s clit Vance felt her clenching. He knew she was close to an orgasm.
