by Selena Kitt
With the blood sample now taken care of, Dr. Mullen then talked to me about the semen analysis that was required for evaluating my fertility. He handed me a container and told me to go inside the room across the hall to obtain a sample of my semen for him to send to the medical lab.
I made my way across the hall, into the other room. There I found a basket filled to the brim with porno magazines that were set there to aid me with my masturbation. I grabbed the one at the top of the pile and flipped through the pages in an attempt to find a picture that would inspire me to fulfill my current task.
Unfortunately, that first magazine was full of nothing but barely legal young women who didn't exactly do anything to get my cock hard like it needed to be. So I tossed that magazine back into the basket and reached for another one. I flipped through many pages before landing on a picture that really caught my eye. The woman in the picture had a face that was so similar to my wife's that I actually had to do a double take to make sure that it actually wasn't her.
Even after giving the photo a closer look, there was no way I could be absolutely certain that the woman in the glossy photo wasn't my wife. But it couldn't be, could it? I mean, my wife was a classy woman. There was no way she could have ever agreed to being photographed in the nude.
And the woman in the magazine wasn't just simply nude either. She had her legs spread wide with a big, muscular man looking as if he was about ready to split her in half with his huge cock.
I was rather shocked to have found such a picture while at the doctor's office. Sure, I knew it was routine for a fertility clinic to have nude magazines for patients to use as masturbatory aid while collecting semen sample. But never would I have guessed that I would end up looking at such an obscene photo on display.
I looked at the cover of the magazine again and noticed that it was a special edition with what the magazine considered to be some of their most popular photos over the years. Flipping back to the photo of the woman who resembled my wife again, I now saw that the caption said this particular picture was first printed in the magazine seven years ago and was a major hit with the magazine subscribers.
Seven years ago, I had not even met my wife, Kimberly, yet. She would have been still in college at the time. Meanwhile, I was already working at my current company, climbing my way towards the managerial position I had today. It would be another two years before I was introduced to her through a mutual friend. So I really didn't know much about Kimberly's life seven years prior to today.
My pulse quickened as I thought about how the woman in the picture could very well be my sweet wife, Kimberly. After all, she wasn't exactly a virgin the first time we had sex. But then again, neither was I. So who was I to judge her for not saving herself for a future husband she had not even met yet?
But this photo, could it really be her in it? Was she really the type of woman who was willing to let a magazine photograph her having sex? Honestly, I wasn't so sure either way anymore.
You would think that the idea of my wife having sex with another man on camera would be enough for me to walk out of the room and not even bother trying to collect my semen in a cup. But no, my cock was rock solid, and I desperately needed some sort of release. I unbuckled my pants and pulled down the zipper. Then I reached inside my boxers to pull out my cock.
What was wrong with me? Why was the thought of my wife getting pounded by another man turning me on? Was it something about the idea of her acting like a complete slut that had me harder than ever? Or was the magazine picture causing me to think of her as my personal porn star?
I was stroking my cock faster and faster now as I imagined Kimberly begging for another man's cock. The man in the picture was so much bigger than me, I figured my wife would moan deliriously with that huge thing pounding away at her pussy. She'd yelp and scream, then beg for even more until she got all of his cum in either her pussy or her belly.
The thought of her with another man's cum in her mouth and pussy got me all fired up, and I came hard into the container given to me by the fertility doctor earlier.
With the sexual tension now gone from my body, I could no longer stand to look at the magazine picture of the woman who looked like my wife. So I tossed the magazine back into the basket, zipped up my pants, and walked out of the room to hand in my sperm sample.
I walked out of the fertility clinic and got in my car. I drove to work while my mind kept flashing images of my wife with her legs spread wide open in the most vulgar and obscene way in front of a room full of men. The men all had their cocks out, openly stroking themselves. Meanwhile, my wife was urging them on by posing in even more seductive ways.
The thought of my wife being used as pornographic material for other men's viewing pleasure was making me mad with jealousy. Yet at the same time, it was making my cock stir in my pants once again. What was going on with me? Why was I getting hard thinking of my wife being objectified by other men like that? And why did I cum so hard earlier at the doctor's office while fantasizing about her getting fucked by another man? Those questions kept swirling around in my mind, making it difficult for me to actually concentrate on anything else.
At work that day, whenever I saw one of my male colleagues, I kept wondering to myself whether they had ever seen the nude photo I had masturbated to earlier at the fertility clinic. Did they get off on that very same image? Were they thinking about fucking the woman, who was now my wife, while they stroked themselves to orgasm?
And whenever they saw Kimberly at the company's holiday parties, were they thinking to themselves about how they had already seen her naked before? Did they then go home and pulled out their porn magazine collection to confirm that they did in fact stroke off to my wife's naked picture in the past?
If it really was Kimberly in the nude magazine earlier, then was it just a one-time thing or did she actually make a career out of it back in the day? Also, what was her motivations for taking such pictures? Did she do it on a dare? Did she need a quick way to get some extra money? Or was she simply looking to have a little fun while still in her youth?
Besides posing for magazines, what else was she doing back then? Did she do porn videos, too? My God, was my wife actually a porn star?
I still didn't know for certain whether the woman in the magazine was even my wife. Yet already, I was conjuring up all these images and ideas in my head about what her life must have been like before we met.
I pictured her fucking all of the men she had ever photographed with and all of the camera crew as well. They would fuck her both one-on-one and together as a group. They filled all of her holes and came all over her face and body, taking turns with each other as they did so. Meanwhile, my wife would be moaning and begging for more.
The thought of my wife as a sex-crazed porn star was really getting to me in multiple ways. On one hand, I was jealous of the fact that so many men had used my wife in such a degrading and vile manner. On the other hand, my cock was straining against the confines of my pants as I thought about how hot my wife must have looked giving in to lust while being with all these men.
I needed to get to the bottom of this. I needed to know for certain whether the woman in the picture was indeed my wife. Not only was it because I needed to sate my curiosity but also because I didn't think I could properly function at work, or anywhere else, until all of my questions about Kimberly had been properly answered. So I planned to ask my wife about the magazine photo as soon as I saw her again tonight.
* * *
Pulling into the driveway of our house, I could see Kimberly through the window. She was standing in the open kitchen area preparing our evening meal. She looked like the perfect housewife, bustling in the kitchen with her cute little apron on. Although to be honest, she really was the definition of a perfect housewife, despite working part-time out of the home.
Kimberly's cooking rivaled some of the best family restaurants in town. She always kept the house tidy and pristine clean. Then whenever she wasn't busy with the household chores,
or working her part-time job, she would go online to research different things for us to do together on the weekends when I had the time to take her out.
Looking at my wife doing her thing in the kitchen, no one could possibly believe that she had once posed for nude magazines. In fact, I was starting to doubt it myself now that I was seeing her in her most natural element again. But I couldn't just let it go. I still needed to find out the truth about her past.
I walked in the front door of our home, and Kimberly was quick to shout out a greeting to me. I stepped inside the kitchen and gave her a hug and a kiss like I always did every day after coming home from work.
"How was your day?" she asked.
"It was okay. How was yours?"
"Busy. I spent a good chunk of the morning going through our old clothes to see what needs to be donated. Anyway, how did it go at the doctor's office?" she asked.
"Okay, I guess. It's going to be another week before the results come in, though," I said.
"Yeah, that's about how long it took for me to get mine as well. I'm just glad you were willing to take that initial step for me. Regardless of the results, I feel like we're finally taking a step forward on our quest for making a baby," said Kimberly as she leaned forward and kissed me.
I kissed her back, which lead to her probing my mouth with her tongue. Things started getting hot and heavy between us, causing me to think back to the nude picture I had masturbated to at the doctor's office.
Seeing her legs spread wide with a man about to enter her in my mind's eye caused my cock to grow inside my pants. Kimberly gave me a startled look as she noticed how my erection was growing and throbbing against her body. I guessed it was because she wasn't expecting me to have such a great reaction to her kiss. But she didn't question it. Instead, she stroked me with her hand.
We stripped off each other's clothes right there in the kitchen. Then I turned her around to lean her body against the empty spot on the kitchen counter. My cock went in and out of her as I thought about another man using her body in unspeakable ways. Over and over again, I slammed hard into her pussy. Until finally, I came inside her while imagining it was another man seeding her womb instead.
* * *
After dinner, I cleaned up the dishes while Kimberly took a shower. Once I had all the dishes done, I took my own shower and changed into some comfortable home clothes. Then I joined my wife on the couch of our living room.
Kimberly cuddled up next to me and started making comments about the show on the television screen. Then she suddenly changed the topic and asked me what had gotten into me earlier before dinner.
"I don't know. I guess I was just really happy to see you," I answered.
"Hmm...there has got to be more to it than just that. Is there something you're not telling me?" she asked.
I hesitated for a brief moment, then decided to go for it. "Earlier today, when I was at the fertility clinic, I saw a very interesting picture in a magazine."
"Really? What was it a picture of?" she asked.
"The picture was inside a nude magazine for me to stroke off to while collecting my semen sample for the doctor. There was a naked woman spread wide eagle with a man about ready to split her open with his cock," I said as I watched my wife's reaction.
"Oh. Wow. I wasn't expecting that," she said as her cheeks flushed a crimson red.
"Yeah. But do you know what was really startling about the picture?"
"What?" she asked.
"It was the woman in the photo. She looked just like you. In fact, if I didn't know any better, I would have thought it was you," I said, still gauging her reaction.
Kimberly looked away, as if she was embarrassed by our current conversation. Then after a short moment, she turned towards me again and said, "Wait. Are you saying that you masturbated to a nude picture of a woman that looks like me?"
"Yeah," I answered.
"Wouldn't the fact that the woman look like me be enough to turn you off?" she asked with a bemused expression on her face.
"No, of course not. That's the silliest thing I've ever heard. In case you don't already know, honey, you're fucking hot."
"I'm not talking about my sex appeal, Jason. I mean, didn't you feel jealous seeing another man, with his cock out, ready to fuck a woman that you thought could easily pass as my identical twin?" she questioned.
"Yes, a part of me was rather jealous. But..."
"But what?" she asked.
"But there was another part of me that thought that was the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen in my entire life," I said truthfully.
"So the thought of another man fucking me, your wife, actually turned you on?" she asked, bewildered by my admission.
"I guess you could say that. I mean, before today, I never even really thought about you being sexual with anyone besides me. But after seeing that picture, it's all I could think about," I confessed.
"Do you think it would turn you on if it was actually happening for real?" she asked.
"Yeah. I'm pretty sure it would," I answered.
"And what about all of those jealous feelings?' she asked.
"I would find a way to deal with it," I said.
"Jason, if I didn't know any better, I would say you sound as if you actually want to see me have sex with someone else," said my wife.
"And what if I do?" I asked, almost in a hopeful tone of voice.
"I don't know. This is all so sudden. I'm not quite sure what to think right now," she said.
"Okay, then we'll revisit that topic at a later time. As for now, there's something else I need to talk to you about," I said in my most serious tone.
"Sure. What's up?" she asked.
"The picture in the magazine. There's something else I didn't tell you about it."
"What is it?" she asked.
"It was a special edition made up of all the most popular photos from over the years. And the picture I've been telling you about, it was actually first published seven years ago. So feel free to slap me for even wondering this. But I must ask, did you pose for a nude magazine seven years ago?"
"What would you say if I did?" she asked.
"Nothing really. I would just wonder why you didn't feel like you could tell me sooner."
"I tried to tell you many times over the years, Jason. But I was never able to find the right words or the right situation in which to tell you. Plus I was so afraid that you would stop loving me if you ever found out the truth about my past," said my wife.
"So it really was you in the magazine?" I asked for confirmation.
"Yes. Yes, it was me," she said.
"Oh Kimberly, that's not going to change how I feel about you. You're my wife and I love you regardless of what you've done in your past."
"Jason, you have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that. And I feel so much better knowing that I no longer have anything to hide from you. But are you sure things will actually stay the same between us now that you've seen photographic evidence of my promiscuous youth?" asked Kimberly.
"Even if things do change, it's only going to be for the better. Now that you're willing to share your past with me, we'll only become even close to one another."
"But doesn't it make you feel uncomfortable knowing that so many other men have seen me naked?" she asked.
"To be perfectly honest with you, yes, a small part of me is a bit uncomfortable with the idea of other men masturbating to your nude photo. But there's an even bigger part of me that somehow gets off on the idea of other men having sexual fantasies about you."
"Jason, the way you've been talking tonight...If I didn't know any better, I would have thought that you had some sort of cuckold fantasy that you've been hiding from me for years."
"Like I said earlier to you, Kimberly, I had never thought about you with another man before. But after seeing the photo of you spread wide open, about ready to take that guy's cock, I just can't seem to get the idea of another man fucking you out of my head. And I really w
ant to see you the way you were when you posed for that magazine seven years ago."
"I was much younger then. I wasn't in any real serious relationship, and I thought it would have been something fun to do at the time. But we're married now, and we're trying to start a family. I'm not so sure it's a good idea for us to even think about starting any sort of sexual experimentation now," she said, effectively stopping me from pressing the issue any further on that particular night.
* * *
Despite the fact that I was no longer actively trying to get my wife to agree to having sex with another man while I watched, it was still all I could think about whenever given even a moment of free time. And I had somehow became obsessed with the woman my wife was before she met me. The woman who had agreed to posing for nude magazines. The woman who fucked men she hardly even knew. The woman I was now hoping to see come alive again within my wife.
