I’m a 26 year old Japanese woman who grew up in southern California. I first met my Caucasian husband when I was still eighteen.
I kept him submissively obsessed with me all through high school while I dated other guys with his grudging acceptance. We married right after graduation. Shortly after our wedding, he got a full time job and supported me until I graduated college.
I’ve cuckolded Josh during our entire relationship. He’s not always been happy about it, but we both know deep down that neither of us could stand a conventional marriage.
We started dabbling in femdom activities a couple years ago, and I’ve used chastity belts, discipline sessions with a cane and strap-on and so forth, mostly as a joke at first, but later as a legitimate method of keeping the boy in line.
Josh always knew I wanted children, but there’s one thing he didn’t know. I didn’t want to conceive by him. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a good man. I wouldn’t be where I am today without his help, but he’s not the kind of guy a girl dreams about as the father of her kids. Plus, I’ve kept him denied for a long time now, and I like how our relationship works when he’s not getting any.
Knowing my husband as I do, I didn’t want to get pregnant without his knowledge. It’s better to tell him and get him on board first. When I was ready, I lowered his resistance to the idea by telling him my plans during a severe, drawn out discipline session. Afterward, I cradled him tenderly and made it clear that my decision to conceive by another was not negotiable, and that for his own growth and integrity as well as our happiness, he must embrace this ultimate test of his courage and love. Although flustered, he agreed to try.
To help him cope yet implicate him, I had him ritually discard my condoms and pills, chart my monthly fertile periods, help me bathe and dress for dates, and hold the sticks when I took home pregnancy tests. In the future, however, I want him to be completely at peace with never being a sperm donor; therefore, I suggested a vasectomy. He was surprisingly eager for such a closure by the time I conceived, and there were no complications once we found the right doctor.
So, in about four months, I’m going to have a baby by another man. I’m not ashamed to say I don’t know which man. I didn’t have any strong convictions in terms of race. I dated an African American, a Caucasian, and an Asian. The one thing they had in common was that they were all handsome, virile, and strong.
Josh is rising to the occasion as I knew he would. My husband is becoming more supportive, solicitous, and affectionate everyday (he loves kissing my baby bump!) and he’s preparing for fatherhood by taking parenting classes at night. He’s a little scared, but happy and excited.
He knows the type of men I dated, and he understands the likelihood that our child, as well as our future children, will look nothing at all like him. And as much as he complained at first, I know how he enjoys what I’ve done. He’s a true cuckold, and we were meant for each other.
I’m lucky to have a stable, loving husband and father in Josh, and the opportunity to choose the most handsome lovers to conceive my kids. What could be better?
FUCK MY WIFE!
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