I sat up slowly in bed and heard a soft tap on my bedroom door. There it was again, tap, tap. Softly, almost hesitantly, the sound came. Naked I swung my legs over so my feet were now on the floor. I listened, and there it was again, tap, tap. It was not a threatening noise but a hopeful sound. Almost like someone was pleading to be let in.

I went to the door, and with my hand on the handle, I looked over my shoulder at my sleeping husband. I smiled; he was looking so content and happy. As I opened the door, I squeezed my vagina muscles together to keep his sperm from leaking out of me and dripping on the floor. My husband cums a lot.

I wasn't surprised to find his brother standing there; he was the only other person inside the house besides my adorable sleeping husband. He was standing there, looking quite unsure of himself. Wearing nothing but faded loose boxers, open so his quite hard penis was proudly waving in the air.

Looking at his sleepy eyes, I took his erection in my hand, squeezing it tenderly. I asked, "Why are you awake and tapping on our bedroom door?"

Opening his eyes, he just said, "I couldn't sleep."

Well, he looked pretty sleepy to me. "Come on, I will make you some hot cocoa."

While in the kitchen, I put a pot on to boil before I sat him in a comfy chair to wait. Then, with the warm drink sitting on the end table beside him, I knelt between his knees. As he sipped the cocoa, I stroked his still-hard cock, pulling his heavy balls out to hold in my other hand.

His cock is exactly like my husband's. Mirror images of each other. Blindfolded, I can tell them apart, though. His balls have a richer, warm aroma than my husband's more traditional, manly musk. They tried to fool me when I was younger, but even without seeing them, I could always tell these twins apart.

I tugged his shorts off. No way he was going back to sleep with that erection. I straddled him, lowering my nakedness down over his waiting cock. Feeling his smooth head push between my slippery lips, poking itself into the lake of sperm that my husband had deposited deep inside of me, not even an hour ago. Feeling his length as it made its way along my gripping vagina walls.

Halfway in, his penis swelled up and began to throb, and I knew his precum was mixing in with my husband's fertile load. Soon I was soo full of cock and cum, I had to squeeze him tight to prevent all of those yummy fluids from being expelled down over his rising testicles.

His overfull balls rising like that is always a sure sign that he is about to unload. And I hadn't even completely sat down on him yet. So I sighed, then slowly and carefully got off of him so I wouldn't drip when he popped out. I could always ride him again later.

Once comfortably back on my knees, I slid the gooey penis head between my eager lips, softly sucking him into my mouth. Oh, how I love the feelings he creates within me as his penis crosses over my tongue. My tongue instinctively cupped the underside of his penis in a U shape, conforming to the round underside of his delightful penis. The ridge behind the cockhead sent a tickling feeling as it passed over the ripples of my palate. When the round softness of the tip touched that soft spot between palate and throat, my tongue naturally dipped down in the back, eagerly making room for his cockhead to pass by this sensitive area on its way down my throat. Then I felt that delightful cockhead ridge shove past all the ridges in my throat, making a subtle thump thump thump feeling as it went in and out. I sometimes wonder if other people notice this nice feeling.

It never takes Tom long to cum when his balls are this full and horny. And sure enough, as soon as my nose pressed tightly into his pubic hair, his big bald balls jumped right up to my lips. As my tongue reached out to greet them, his cock swelled up in my throat and began firing off a super large ejaculation straight down towards my stomach. No need to swallow; the force of it sent it right on down there to be happily digested.

His wide cock prevented any cum from backing up into my mouth, and I didn't even taste his sperm until his penis withdrew through my mouth on its way back out. Then I stood up and remounted him. He cupped my soft breasts in his hands and tweaked my nipples as I rode him. Feeling him getting Sloppy Seconds sloshing around inside me feels so damn good. I get so turned on feeling this. And when he mixes his sperm with my husband's, my orgasm is always intense.

The Pregnancy

As I knelt there naked on the floor with his cock in one hand, and heavy balls in the other hand, I heard my sweet husband walk into the room behind me. Taking my hair in his hand, he bent my head back to kiss me on the forehead. I love it whenever he does that. Then he walked past us, high-fiving his brother on his way into the kitchen to take a big swig of cold orange juice. He turned, bottle in hand watching as his brother stepped forward so I could suck his half-hard and wet cock back into my mouth.

"His cock and balls look coated with sperm. From fucking him, I presume. My baby-making sperm I know is in your vagina. His is mixed up inside of you as well, I hope?"

"Yes, Bro." His brother answered for me. With the thick coating that was covering his cock, and the strong odor of semen in the air, the question was only playful conversation, as the answer was so obvious that I saw no need to answer. My mouth was full anyway. And my mother taught me to not talk with my mouth full.

My husband took another swig from his bottle of juice, put it back in the refrigerator, and, smiling, came back over to us,

"Sit down, Bro," he commented as he stood behind me, his hard cock sliding over my shoulder against the side of my neck. As his brother pulled out of my mouth, I turned my head and pressed my husband's beautiful penis between my lips and my hand. His brother got comfortable on the overstuffed chair before us. Then with a little nudge of encouragement from behind me, I bent forward at the waist and took that magnificent cock back into my mouth.

I could feel my husband easing to his knees behind me. Then his strong hands took hold of my hips. His incredibly hard penis nudged against my opening, telling my vagina to welcome him home. As my throat was filled completely with cock, my husband's grip on my hips increased as he powerfully thrust deep inside of me. Holding me firmly, with cock buried to the hilt in my throat and vagina, he then used his hands to hold me tight against him as he rocked his hips back. With my mouth now only having cockhead in it, he used my hips to rock me forward on my knees between the two cocks inside of me.

The men did not have to hump me. My husband's strong arms did all the work. All I had to do is squeeze my vagina on every outstroke to prevent any sperm from being scooped out of me with his flaring cockhead. And to keep my head tipped back, my throat open and tongue moving. A pretty easy way to enjoy a good split-roasting. This felt pretty damn amazing.

As my orgasm approached, I couldn't help but take control away from my dear husband. My hips rocked, humping against him, begging him to join my rhythm. My hand held his balls, keeping the cock from accidentally falling out of my mouth, or my nose from becoming bloody from impact against his pubic bone. My other hand shoved two fingers into his brother's ass, caressing his prostate.

My thighs were quivering with orgasmic pleasure, and my abdominal muscles were rippling uncontrollably as my orgasm took hold. It roared through me with intense pleasure, making my back buck so hard my husband almost lost his grip on me. My throat was suddenly flooded with hot, flowing jets of sperm, easily filling my mouth and sinuses from the energetic thrusting. Sperm dripped out of my nose. I sniffed it right back in and swallowed. There was just so much of it.

Then as we were coming down off of our beautifully shared orgasm, my husband shoved hard up inside of me, forcing the other cock back down my throat. I could feel my husband's cock throbbing and filling me with still more baby-making sperm. God, I felt full of cock and sperm. I knelt there, grabbing gulps of air whenever I was allowed to breathe. Slowly I felt the cocks deflate inside of me.

I looked up, cock in mouth, at my husband's happy brother. Breathing heavily, a huge smile on his face, he reached out to stroke my hair out of my eyes and told me he loved me. My husband's strong hands slid up my sweaty body to cup my hanging breasts and then to pull me back against his heaving chest. His cock fell out as he fondled my nipples and kissed my neck.

"Mmmm, my lovely wife. I am pretty darn sure that you must be pregnant now," he whispered lovingly in my ear.

Then he picked me up and carried me back to bed. Within minutes, I was sound asleep with a man snuggled up on each side of me. And a baby now growing within my womb.