In The Name Of The Father by Jon        Back.
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In the Name of the Father
by Jon the Cuckold


        My wife Kristin wanted a child.  We had tried for about a year after we
 got
married, until eventually we both realized that something was wrong.  We went
to see the doctor, who to my wife's relief said that she was normally fertile.
He brought me the bad news, however, that I was sexually sterile.  This
revelation had a traumatic effect on our marriage, especially on my wife's
attitude towards me.  Up until then she had been loving and supportive.  Now
she looked upon me with disdain and contempt.  One night after having sex, she
blurted out that she wanted a divorce.  She said that I had always been a
lousy lover with a small penis who couldn't satisfy her, much less do the job
in the child conception department.  She had tolerated the bad sex I was
giving her in exchange for a baby, but now that this was impossible she wanted
out of our relationship.
        Now, my wife is a gorgeous blonde with blue eyes and a perfect body, an
d I
loved her more than anything else in the world.  I would do anything for her.
I sobbed that I loved her and that I was sorry for something I couldn't help,
but I begged her not to divorce me.  She didn't seem convinced that it was
worth it, saying that she could get a much better looking, sexually potent,
and erotically satisfying man than me.  I cried that I would do anything for
her, things that no other man would do, because I loved her so much.  Then
Kristin got an evil gleam in her eye and said, "anything?"  "Anything!" I
exclaimed.  She admitted that I was a loyal husband, something that wasn't
easy to find, and that she would stay married to me provided that I obeyed her
rules.
        "First of all," she said, "since your sterility means you're technicall
y not
a real man, you will never have sex with me again - you're just going to have
to enjoy the privilege of staying married to me."  "Furthermore, you're not
allowed to masturbate - your sperm is worthless, and there's no use in having
it come out at all."  She later went to a bondage store and bought me a penis
containment device in my (small) size.  With the device on, I could pee, but
the leather shell prevented my penis from becoming erect, making masturbation
impossible.  "Secondly, I want to have total control over all money coming
into this house," she said.  You will give your paycheck to me, and I will do
with it as I please."  "Lastly," she said, "you're on house arrest - when you
come home from work, you will have to stay home and watch TV."  "But," she
said with that evil gleam in her eye, "I will be free to go out whenever I
want!" "Agreed?"  I didn't have any choice, I loved her that much.
        Kristen and her friend Amy went out every night for six months, and wou
ld
always giggle uncontrollably together whenever they came home, and poke fun at
me, asking me questions like if I knew just what a real man was.  Jealousy
started to steal its way into my heart, although I tried to reassure myself
that they were just having a girls' night out.  Kristin had bought a great
deal of sexy lingerie with the money I gave her, and would often parade it
around the house at night after she came home.  This is when I realized the
cruelty of the penis container.  Even though I was made to sleep in the guest
room, I caught many glimpses of her partially naked, with just a garter-belt
and pantyhose on, and my erection bulged painfully against the leather casing.
I begged her to take it off, saying that I was a man who could get aroused
like any other.  But she barked back, "No you're not! You've been castrated!
Once you get used to the idea, the pain will subside, but as long as you think
you're a real man, the pain will be there to tell you otherwise!"  Of course,
this didn't stop her from walking around the house in just her pantyhose, and
her shapely hips, firm ass, great legs, and beautiful bare breasts made the
pain excruciating.  The thought entered my head that she was doing it to
intentionally hurt me, but I put it out of my mind.  I didn't realize what was
to come.
        After about six months of this, Kristin cooed that I was to be rewarded
 for
being such an obedient husband.  Our anniversary was coming up, and she said
that I could go out with her and her friend Amy to a restaurant/danceclub for
the occasion.  Amy and I were to go ahead and meet Kristin at the bar, who
would join us later.  An ill omen of what was to come came when Amy said at
the house before we left that I had to wear what she called a "special" dildo
up my ass for the event.  She lubricated it and offered to insert it, but I
meekly said I could do it myself in the bathroom.  She made sure it was in me
after I was finished.  When we got to the establishment, I had a few drinks,
which relaxed me, and I blindly thought the evening would go well.  However,
Kristin failed to show up at her appointed time, and Amy and I were waiting at
the bar for well over an hour.  When she did finally come in, my heart sank.
        On her arm was the most gorgeous guy I had ever seen, and even I perver
sely
thought that Kristin and he looked like a good couple.  They ordered a table
for two, and sat down to order.  I started to make the motion to go over to
them and say something pathetic, but Amy grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
"Not so fast, asshole!" she said, "this is Kristin's big night."  She then
filled me in on the heartbreaking details.  "Kristin has been shopping for a
man, a real man, you know, for the last six months, and Darryl seems just
right for her."  I stammered that we were still married, and Amy countered by
saying that she wasn't shopping for a husband, but for a FATHER!  "Kristin
wants a stud for her father's child, but she knows that you are loyal and are
a good provider, and will have no problem raising Darryl's kid, right?"  I was
too shocked to speak.  Tears were streaming down my face.  Then I saw them get
up to dance.  As they slowly danced to the music, Darryl's hand on my wife's
ass, I noticed something in his hand.  It looked like a small remote control.
He looked over at me and gave me this evil grin.  Then he kissed my wife
deeply and pressed a button on the remote control.  My whole body seized up as
the dildo in me gave me this tremendous shock!  My wife turned her head and
looked at me with the same evil grin, subtly grabbed the remote control and
pressed the button again.  I almost jumped off the barstool in pain.  They
then turned away from me in a passionate embrace, and my wife groped Darryl in
his groin area.  What a nightmare!  They then sat down to have lobster and
filet mignon at my expense.  "No dinner for you," Amy said haughtily.  "I have
to take you home and set you up before driving Kristin and her lover home as
well, since they will both be drinking a lot and shouldn't drive.  "We thought
about you driving them home, but we decided that tying you up in the closet
and waiting for them was a safer idea."
        When Amy and I got home, she tied me to a chair in the bedroom closet,
so
that I was completely immobilized.  "You don't have a cold, do you?" Amy asked
coldly.  "No" I said.  "Good" Amy said before stuffing a pair of Kristin's
dirty underwear in my mouth and sealing it with duct tape.  "She was wearing
this tonight under her pantyhose, and took it off in the bathroom - she won't
be needing it!" Amy laughed.
        When Kristin and Darryl finally did come home, I could hear giddy laugh
ter
from her, as well as her babbling that she was ovulating, but if she didn't
get pregnant they could try again.... and again and again and again etc. if
necessary.  Darryl sounded more than willing to service her.  After all, he
was getting free sex and a free child with no hassles or problems to deal
with.  For him, it was fuck and forget.  For her, it was fuck and a child.
For me, it was fuck and a cuckold.  I was left holding the bag.  There was a
screen between me in the closet and the bedroom, so that I could see
everything.  When they came in, the first thing Darryl did was sting me with
the remote control, as the dildo was still in my ass.  "That's the only sex
you'll get tonight," they both laughed.  My wife then took off all her clothes
except for her pantyhose, which covered her panty area, and bent over on the
bed.  Darryl took off his clothes, and said, "I guess you've been seeing a lot
of this - here's how a real man does it" as he ripped the pantyhose off,
exposing her pussy.  I then saw Darryl rubbing his bulborous cockhead up and
down her slit, all the time asking my lovely wife if she was ready for him. I
heard my wife tell him to fuck her hard, and then I saw him thrust inside her
cunt fully in one thrust and she groaned euphorically.  The view I got put me
in intense pain, as the penis container again prevented me from getting an
erection.  Then Darryl began slowly to fuck in and out of her. I could see her
cunt lips clinging around his shaft and withdrawing obscenely with every out
stroke. His fingers moved down to manipulate her clit as he hammered her deep
and soon she was writhing and responding to her first orgasm. "Yeah come for
me baby" he groaned and began to fuck her harder. Now he was hammering her
like a madman and she was experiencing orgasm after orgasm. He announced that
he was going to fill her full of his seed. He told her that he felt a baby in
the making and that he was going to plant it deep inside her womb. My wife
just told him to go ahead, she begged him to fill her, she begged him to give
her a child. "You asked for it" he announced burying himself fully inside her.
I could see his balls squashed up against her arse as his cheeks pulsated with
every load of sperm he shot deep into her womb as he grabbed her large breasts
for grip.
        However, Kristin didn't get pregnant, and so this event was played out
several times before she did conceive.  She told me I had better be a good
father or she would get some of her homosexual friends to rape me.
Hey, I was in love.

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