**************Ellen************

I got home at 6:00 that evening, and Lloyd was sitting in Tim's chair with him kneeling beside it. Seeing them like that sparked my arousal. My husband kneeling naked beside Lloyd, my lover. It always makes me melt. My lover dominates my husband everywhere they’re together. The contrast between Tim and Lloyd is so dramatic. 

I walked up to him and kissed him with my tongue, exploring his mouth. Tim knew I wouldn’t have any greeting for him when Lloyd was in the room. The sight of him, his cologne, just his animal magnetism, always overwhelms me. I’m standing there in front of Lloyd, and he knows I’m leaking my juices from my arousal. I can even detect the fragrance.

“I wasn’t expecting you here this soon,” I said.

He laughed with a smile; he patted Tim's shoulder and then grinned. “We’ve been talking about it, Ellen; we decided; why wait? I think now’s the time to tell Tim and start it. Don’t you think Tim should know?”

I felt a gush, thinking about what we’re going to do. We’re going to push Tim further into cuckolding. We’d decided, but not when. Lloyd has been fucking me for three years, cuckolding Tim. About six months ago, I started making him help Lloyd. 

Now he’s putting Lloyd’s cock in my pussy; telling Lloyd he wants to watch Lloyd fuck me; eat my pussy; cum on my tits; and even on my face. I have to prompt him for what I want him to say, but he does it. 

This is such a big step, but Tim’s so submissive now, we expect he’ll agree. There is tension on my part, at least. My nipples are extended, hard. My pussy is leaking, I can even feel a slight tremble, as I’m standing there in front of them because I’m not quite sure.

I’m caressing Lloyd’s face, and the odor from my juices is becoming palpable. Tim is detecting it, too. I can see the nerves on Tim’s face while he stays kneeling. There’s a glistening on the tip of Tim’s cock, and I see pre-cum oozing.

We’d decided I would be the one telling him, not Lloyd. The decision was coming from us both, but we wanted to make it clear the change wasn’t coming from Lloyd but from me.

We’d gone back and forth, deciding if I’d tell him dressed, or naked, ready to be fucked. We decided I’d tell him naked. Why? Because, that’s why. Or maybe it’s just because Lloyd likes to see me naked.

I undressed there, completely naked, and the perfume from my juices became stronger. I reached down to Tim and made him look at me. “Tim, this is something I’ve wanted for a long time. I’m Lloyd’s mistress, and you’re our cuckold. As our cuckold, he and I decide about our sex, um, what happens sexually? 

“I want Lloyds baby; I’ve wanted it for years, from the first time we cuckolded you. Remember the 4th of July party? When I felt his cum in my cunt, it was a sublime moment and I knew then I’d want him to get me pregnant. We’re going to start now.”

Tim tried to stand up, but I held him down. “No, don’t stand up. You’re our cuckold, and you stay kneeling. Do you hear, Tim?” I was almost shouting at Tim by the end.

I waited for Tim to settle down, then said. “Tim, Lloyd’s going to be fucking me; um, bareback, no condoms. He’s going to knock me up and to make sure that happens; you’re no longer going to fuck me, fuck my pussy."

I pulled his head up again to look at me. “Do you understand, Tim? I want Lloyd's baby. I love you, but you’re too damn timid to make a baby. I want kids with Lloyd’s self-confidence. It won’t last forever because Lloyd’s done this before, twice. 

“Lloyd and I are going to take a shower. Come into our bedroom and meet us there. When you talk to him, tell him to make a baby, knock me up.” 

It’s a completely distinct sensation emotionally when you’re trying to get pregnant. I realized today how different it is.

We’d been moving toward this the first time I kissed Lloyd at that 4th of July party. We were watching the fireworks over the lake, and a little way from everyone, when he’d held my hand and pulled me against him with my breasts pressed against his chest. His confidence was mesmerizing, and I didn’t resist. My mind was enjoying what he was doing. I welcomed it. His kisses were ending with my mouth open and my tongue invading his mouth. I squeezed my breasts against him, wanting more and stronger excitement. 

He led me away from the crowd; without thinking about Tim, my mind was consumed by what was happening. We got to a huge pine tree trunk, and I slipped behind it, and soon he had my top completely unbuttoned and my pants sliding to the ground. All I could think about was my tits and his cock, my pussy with his cock in it. I didn’t even know his name at that point because we’d just met at the picnic. We were standing there with my back against the tree, and I knew I wanted him.

He had his cock in his hand and was about to slip it into my pussy “You’re married, you have rings. I’m about to cuckold him, and you won’t care. Will you?”

I was delirious, and I told him, “I’m Ellen, and all I want is your cock in my pussy. God, it’s not my pussy after we fuck anymore; it’s going to be my cunt. I want it in my cunt and I want to feel your cum drip out.”

“Ellen, we’re going to be cuckolding your husband from now on.” I felt the tip of his cock just touch my pussy, my cunt. Then he said, “This first time, I need you to make it happen. I want you to put my cock in your cunt to slide down my cock. I’m not doing it to you. We’re doing it together.”

When he said that, everything tightened up for me, my tits, my cunt, everything felt tighter, more aware. I slid down to force his cock into my cunt. There was an overwhelming sense of elation when I felt it bottom out in me. I never knew I wanted this, but I felt so complete. He started moving in me and his hand slipped between us and touched my clit. That set off a chain reaction; I came, and I felt my cunt tighten against his cock, and then his cock was throbbing in me until I felt him release his cum. 

I pulled him tighter against me, rubbed his chest on my tits, and held my verbal response to a loud moan. The words that described him that first night were assertive, but even more, he was decisive and determined. He wanted me, and he got me. He wanted Tim to step down later and let him take me, and he did. 

This was our beginning, it led over a few years to this. Now, I’m being fucked by Lloyd and he’s trying to knock me up, make me pregnant. One step let Tim know I had fucked someone else. That led to letting him know it wasn’t a one-time thing. That led to introducing Tim to Lloyd, and then Tim watching and then helping. Now, he was going to live without PIV sex. He was also giving the right to our firstborn child to Lloyd. Maybe all our kids.

The entire scenario raced through my mind when we were finishing our shower. Lloyd was holding a towel on me when I stepped into our marital bedroom, although I was thinking about turning into Lloyd and my baby-making bedroom. Tim was there, standing next to the bed, still naked. His cock was hard and I saw the soft pearlescence on the tip showing he was leaking. 

He’s hard, and his cock is leaking pre-cum. Maybe this is arousing him, too, but I can also detect fear and anguish. On his face, I see hopeless submission. He wants to resist, but he knows he won’t

I can’t wait for Lloyds' first attempt to knock me up. God, that term, a woman being knocked up is, I don’t know, it’s nasty and so arousing for me. 

“Are you ready, Tim? From now on, every time he fucks me; it’s intending to get me pregnant. I’m looking forward to it working."

Lloyd was standing behind me; I could sense him, the presence he exuded just being in the room.

************TIM************

I knew this was Ellen’s and Lloyd’s end game. This was going to happen. Initially, I first thought it would be a short-term thing, except she turns into a different lover with him. I saw their first kiss at that 4th of July party and saw Lloyd leading her out into the forest. He was so commanding and virile; she couldn’t resist him. When he asked, she didn’t hesitate for a second before removing her top and bra. I was there, hiding, witnessing him seduce her into letting him handle her tits. 

I’ve always been timid and, in my personal life, ineffectual. At work, somehow, I’m different. I couldn’t move; I couldn’t speak. I just watched her undress for him. She moved with her back to a huge pine while his hands were everywhere on her. He dropped his pants, and I saw Ellen take his cock and put it up to her pussy. I could see her eyes close so she could savor the sensations when he pushed it in. She wanted it so much, I could tell, I had to sneak away.

It’s gradually changed from fucking once, to again and again. And then when never they want. He got preference over me and now, now, I’m cut off until she’s pregnant. I hope it’s until she’s pregnant.

This is the first time they’re trying to get pregnant, and it could happen tonight. He could impregnate her on the first attempt.

They’re in bed and he’s eating her pussy, and sucking on her clit. His hands are on her tits, bruising them until she’s screaming. “Lloyd, your cock. Your cock, I need it."

That's my cue to help them by placing his cock in her and then leaving them to finish.

I wait outside so I can hear what they’re doing. I almost always cum before they’re through. I spill my cum in my pants like a teenager.

**************Ellen************

It was humiliating to Tim, but to me, each step was proof of my power over him. Every time I thought about it, I almost came. It’s easy to push me over the edge. 

I love Tim, but I love him submitting to me. Cuckolds deserve to be submissive to their wives. I wonder if I’d enjoy multiple lovers if I had enough; I could make his chastity permanent. But for now, I can give him a nice hand job to get off.;

When I came, the first time trying to get pregnant, it was overwhelming. I didn’t have any idea it could be that powerful. Tim can survive on hand jobs until I’m pregnant with Lloyd's baby. 

A couple of weeks later, when it was time to get him off, I decided I wanted Tim to do it himself. “Tim, it’s time you started jerking your cock without me having to do it.” 

When Lloyd came over, I told him what I’d done, “When it was time for Tim to cum, I let him do it himself. I’m sure he enjoyed that even better than me getting him off,”

Lloyd grinned at Tim and said, “Well, getting off that way is better than a cock cage that could have put you in? Right Tim?”

Lloyd undressed me and started playing with me. I looked at Tim and said, “That’s right Tim. It’s only until Lloyds knocked me up. That’s the last step for a cuckold, isn't it? You want to be my total cuck?” When Tim didn’t answer, I sharpened my voice, “Answer me, you want to be my total cuck."

Tim whispered, “Yes, Ellen.”

“Say it to both of us. You want Lloyd to get me pregnant and be the father to our child.”

Finally, he whispered, “I want him to get you pregnant.”

"Good boy Tim."

I’m getting closer and closer to Lloyd. Making Tim submit to us both is so rewarding. I want Lloyd to stay with us, sleep with me so he can fuck me any time we want.

When I told Tim, he didn’t object at all, and when I quit watching Tim jack off, he accepted that, too. 

So we were living together Tim, me and Lloyd. Tim was enjoying submitting to me while I was working on getting pregnant.

We’d been working on knocking me up for over nine months when, finally, I missed my period. Two weeks later, it was confirmed I was expecting.

When we heard, Lloyd and I made plans to go to Hawaii for a week to celebrate, and I promised Tim a special present when we got back.

Tim’s been so wonderful submitting to us; I need to do something special for him to celebrate, too.

We left in a euphoria of satisfaction, flying out of San Francisco. We spent the time exploring Maui and screwing in our hotel room. When we were back and landed, I couldn’t reach Tim. We’d driven to the airport, so we didn’t worry until we got home.

At home, we brought our bags in, and we collapsed on our bed and took a nap. When six came by, Tim didn’t show, and I started having a sudden sick feeling, and I started looking around. His computer was missing in the office, his camera was missing and a few things his parents gave us. 

Then I looked in the guest room where he’d been sleeping and all his things were missing. His clothes, razor, everything.

What the hell is going on? He seemed happy when Lloyd and I left for the airport, and he gave me a passionate kiss as I got in the car. What's going on?

I finally looked at our desk in the office and found an envelope with my name on it. Inside was a piece of paper saying

Ellen:

I hope you and Lloyd had a good time. This is just to tell you I’ve moved out of town to LA, more or less. Since we haven't been married in any sense of the word for over a year, I’m making it official.

Contact Fred, his card is enclosed, and we can negotiate the details of our divorce.

I’d wish you and Lloyd the best of luck raising your kid, but I suspect he’s not into that stuff, so you’ll be doing it by yourself. Don’t expect any help from me. 

Tim

What the hell, he’d been so happy when we’d left for Hawaii. I don’t understand it at all. He’s not being fair!