Fucking His Woman! (Fiction based on first person factual events)

Fucking His Woman!
Fun Fiction based on real life/first hand events by John (a.k.a. 'MG'.)

(Prologue) The online ad reads as follows: "Michigan Cuck Couple In Need Of Bull For Breeding. Both are Caucasian. She is 21, petite, large breasted (36 DDD), dark haired w/ pale skin. Very fertile and desiring a baby. He is 29, a bit on the chunky side, submissive and pitifully impotent. You obviously see the dilemma here. She needs a real man to impregnate her so they can start a family. We agree to raise any baby that may result from an encounter w/ a bull as our own. You agree to not pursue parental rights in the matter. Hubby may wish to view the consummation. We are disease free w/ paperwork to prove it. If chosen, you will be expected to provide such verification as well. Please email for further details." I send my reply to this ad via a private email: "Greetings! I am a White, 41 year old guy, 5’7” tall/150 lbs, in good shape physically, w/ long brown hair/green eyes, 6.5" thick/pierced. (My nips are pierced as well). I am also disease free with the papers to prove it.
I have a fantasy of knocking up another man’s mate and I know some of the couples herein dream of raising a baby by a 3rd party, so perhaps we can help each other out.
I'm generally dominant and my interests include all types of oral sex, leather, armpit licking, nipple nibbling, role playing, spanking and pee play.
Hit me up with a private message if you would like to discuss this matter further. J.
In the very last line of the message, I include my cell phone number. It would be just under 72 hours before I received a reply.
The monotone computer generated voice tells me that I have a new voice mail message and asks if I would like to hear it at this time. I choose 1 for 'Yes' and a soft spoken male voice comes through: "Hi John. Yeah, um...this is Frank from the sperm donor site. Just calling to remind you about our.....about the meeting we agreed to at the High Life Inn tonight at 11 o clock. You said you got the directions earlier from Map Quest so, um....I guess we're all set then. My wife Allimister and I will be room 19. Again, that's room 19. Ok, we hope to see you there then. Bye bye."
I glance at my watch as I turn off the road and into the motel parking lot. Although the full name of the establishment is The High Life Inn, only the meaningless term "Th H g L fe I n " is visible on the retro-1950's era neon sign. The time is 10:54 pm. As we discussed only hours before via a phone call, the red Honda Civic with the "I Love My Yorkie" is parked in front of room 19. I'm a few minutes early so I decided to sit back and take it easy for the next 5 or so minutes. I pull into the parking space directly to the right of the Civic and turn the ignition off. Taking a sip of my diet Coke, I survey the premises. The phrase, "What a fucking DIVE!" sorry comes to mind as my eyes scan the scene. I count 24 rooms plus a postage stamp sized office roughly in the center of the complex. The siding of the building is grey and greasy looking. From what I can see, half of the rooms have no window treatments whatsoever while the other half have bargain basement mini blinds that appear bent out of shape. The pot hole-ridden parking lot was probably last paved during the Eisenhower administration and there is a greater abundance of floral life growing through the cracks and crevices than one would find at most botanical gardens. All of the motel's A white haired, disheveled junkie type of a fellow shuffles along aimlessly before entering room 15. I see the flash of a face peek from behind the window of room 19. My watch says 8:59 pm. Taking hold of my small gym bag, I exit my van and begin walking toward the ground floor room........
A single knock at the door brings me face to face with a mild mannered looking fellow. "Frank ?", I ask while extending my hand. "Yeah, hi John", he replies while shaking my hand. He then asks if I had any trouble finding the place. I assure him that I found my way just fine. As I step into the dimly lit room, I notice the shadow of another permister sitting cross legged on the bed. "Is that Allimister ?", I call out in the figure's direction. "Hi", she answers with a wave and a shy smile that betrays a hint of overall nervousness. The small lamp with a stained, lopsided shade is the sole source of light for this 12' x 16' (roughly 3.7 x 4.9 meters in metric) room. A single wooden chair sits beside the bed, a tiny, dusty looking end table on which the lamp sits is present on the side of the bed facing the wall. Only an arm's length or so away from the bed is a dilapidated, graffiti scarred wooden dresser that has seen far better days. A pitiful closet space is set against the right side of the room's back wall, and what I am assuming is a door way to a bathroom measuring no more than 4' x 4' (Just over 1.2 by 1.2 meters) is found in the room's left hand rear corner.
As Frank closes and locks the door, my eyes begin to adjust to the dark surroundings. I see that Frank is clad only in a pair of light colored boxer shorts while Allimister is sporting what looks to be the same lacey bit of black negligee that she wore in the photo Frank emailed to me the week previous. A withdraw a manila envelope from my bag and hand it to Frank. "These are my test results that I promised to bring along. You can both look them over to make sure I have no diseases. And, um..." "Oh yes", Frank rejoins. "I didn't forget. Here are the papers for Allimister as well." The couple then huddles to review the paperwork I've given them as I look over the papers they have given me in return. I smile as I see that they have also blacked out the last name and birth date fields before printing the records. For the sake of both safety and anonymity, I have done the same with my own paperwork.
After all three of us agree to the authenticity of the documents at hand, Allimister looks up, smiles and glances from myself to Frank then back again. "All right", she declares in a voice that is slightly squeaky in sound, "Let's get down to business, guys!"
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Frank pulled the chair back a couple of feet from the bed as I began to undress. I laid my clothing atop the dingy dresser and, once completely naked, climbed onto the bed to join Allimister. She reached out to stroke my already stiffening cock as I rubbed her ample breasts through the lace material. Her half dollar size nipples were quite hard, and a touch to the center-left side of her chest revealed an elevated heartbeat. We embraced and kissed, softly at first, then more aggressively. Our tongues intertwined as my hands traveled down her back. The negligee was open in back and I was able to feel her moist skin. My hands continued downward to her smooth, small, rounded butt. I continued to push my tongue into her eager mouth as my palms cupped two handfuls of her firm ass. After a few minutes of this type of touchy-feely fore play, Allimister drew back slightly. Smiling at me with a look that suggested the initial shyness had vanished, the sexy young lass lowered her head to my lap area. As her tongue flicked around the head of my thick shaft, I happened to look over in Frank's direction. The poor overweight chap had his miniscule dick in his right palm. In an action that was every bit as frivolous as it was furious, the impotent husband jerked away at his useless tool. Try as he might, however, he was simply unable to get even a partial hard on in his flaccid 2.5" organ.
I turned my attention once more to my lovely bed mate as she began vigorously sucking my now fully hard member. Her finger tips caressed and massaged my swollen scrotum from the back to the front. Her mouth seemed to form an air tight vacuum seal around my entire dick as it pumped me at a steady pace. I moaned with pleasure as I marveled at her oral talents. I clearly saw a normal set of human teeth when she smiled at me only a minute before, yet all I could feel at this point was her tongue and lips. The unfaithful wife pulled down on my balls and 'milked' them gently with her right hand as her left hand seductively massaged her own sopping wet pussy. Allimister's sucking motions sped up slightly as I felt myself enter that precum stage. I quickly tapped her on the head as a gesture to stop then and there. I didn't want to cum just yet........
With only an unspoken understanding as our guide, my paramour and I assume the doggy style sex position. I enter her slowly at first, working the head of my thick cock into her vulva gradually. It doesn't take more than 10 - 15 seconds before the entire length of my shaft is buried deep within her womanhood. She moans and her breathing becomes deeper and more labored as I drive my cock into her with firm power. The slick, lubricating gel of her natural fluids surrounds my manhood as I pump vigorously. My hands grasp her fleshy hips and ass area as I arch my back slightly. My thrusts become so intense that her knees are actually lifted a fraction of an inch off of the mattress with each inward motion. My hands move along her smooth and sweaty-moist mid section, past her flat stomach, all the way up to her soft but firm breasts. She begins to make the tell tale orgasmic sounds: "Mmmm....! Mmmmmm! Uh........Ummmmm!!......" Within a few seconds, sense the tension being exorcised from her being as the climactic waves wash over her. I squeeze and knead them roughly, almost violently, while pummeling her pussy with my throbbing organ. The grunt that escapes her lips at this point could be from pleasure or discomfort, so I play it safe and ease up a bit on the breast squeezing.
I tug and pinch at her erect nipples as she continues to moan in a softer tone. Switching angles, my hands reach down to caress her long, taut legs. From the feel of them, she must have shaved only an hour (or less!) before hand as they are as smooth as one can imagine. My finger tips caress her gymnast-quality thighs and calves while my main vein continues to 'invade' her 'private nest.'
As if on queue once again, my new lover and I switch positions, this time to a standard shared missionary posture. I have always been partial to this particular arrangement since the power of gravity itself compels me to drive the full length of my shaft into her love nest with little (if any) effort on my part. My lips descend to her nipples as I begin sucking them vigorously. Essentially, I act as though I am trying to 'swallow' her entire breast by my actions. This, coupled with the increased tempo of our fucking, causes her to orgasm once more. The feeling of warm wetness serves as testimony that she was not 'faking it.'
It is just as I feel a droplet of sweat run down the bridge of my nose that I also feel the cum beginning to build up and boil deep within my scrotum. My right index finger snakes up her clenching rectum and my lips close around her rock hard left nipple as my cock begins to shoot a load, then another, then yet another, deep inside of her receptive pussy. As my cum splashes her inner walls, my lust crazed little paramour raises her hips slightly to meet my thrusts. When at last I have finished ejaculating the contents of my now drained balls, I push forward slightly and bring her legs up high. I want to ensure that as much of my spunk as possible remains inside of her to increase the chance of a pregnancy.
(Epilogue - I got the call exactly three weeks after our rendezvous: "We're pregnant!" The call actually came from Frank although I could hear Allimister coaching him in the back ground:
Allimister "Tell him we're pregnant, FINALLY!"
Frank "Yeah....um...we're, I mean....you know, she's......well, you heard......"
Allimister "Tell him thanks for accomplishing in one meeting what you couldn't do!"
Frank "Thanks, for, you know......"
Me "Tell Allimister I said thanks for the hot sex as well. She was one HELL of a great fuck partner!"
Frank to Allimister "He said you were....you were a.....he said you're welcome......Look, I just don't......"
Allimister "Tell him this is the last time we'll be in touch, but that it was great meeting him and we hope he has a great life!"
Frank "She said, uh.....um.....Have a....uh....."
(At this point, I simply laughed softly and hung up the phone.)