We talked about it for a long time. How to get a child. You see I had the mumps when I 
was young and the complications were the usual. Sterility. Not completely, but a very, 
very low sperm-count and Cate was so eager to get a real family since she grew up in a 
large one she too wanted many children which I couldn't provide for her.

She loved me and didn't want to split up just because we couldn't have any children but 
I could see the longing looks she gave all babies she saw.

We checked out the adoption possibilities but there was a long, long queue to even to 
be considered as an adoptive-parent. Insemination was out of the question, it was to 
clinical. Cate couldn't image herself on a 'slab' with her legs up and spotlights on 
her pussy getting some plastic-tube being inserted into her vagina.

We talked about it for hours. And the more we talked the more depressed did I get. We 
sought advice from gynecologists, sex-therapists and you name it. The advises ranged 
from sex once a month, on Cate's most fertile day to as often as possible with the odd 
chance that one of my weak sperms would somehow get the strength to swim upstream and 
meet one fertile egg at the end. And we tried them all.

Then the solution just fell upon me. We had attended a party at my work, the boss liked 
to throw one once in a while when we had had an extra good period to keep up the good 
work. Cate and I had spent most of the time together with Charles and his wife Monica. 
Charles was a good friend besides a work-mate and Monica and Cate was also close 
friends. So the solution presented itself. Why not try to get Charles to impregnate 
Cate? He was good looking, intelligent and witty. Had all the qualities any woman would 
look for as a father to her children. As a bi-benefit I would get into Monica's 
panties! But how would I make it become a reality. And did I love her enough to not be 
jealous and thereby destroying our marriage?

I thought about it and arrived to the conclusion that I loved her enough, and for the 
jealousy bit, I found it exiting and nothing to be jealous of. Exiting, I asked myself. 
Yes. Just the mere thought of it made my cock grow hard and my heart beat a little 
faster.

I decided to just to ignore it for now and not mention it to Cate, but if there ever 
was the slightest chance of getting something to happen I would go for it and even try 
to give Kismet a little push in the right direction if possible.

Resigned to the fact that nothing would happen for a while I invited Charles and Monica 
over to our place for a nightcap. This was usually how we ended these parties anyway, 
either at our place or at their. And as usual they accepted.

We took a taxi home and I brought out a bottle of wine for the girls and a bottle of 
whisky for Charles and me. Since it was Friday-night we didn't have to bother about 
work the next day so it was party-time.

We sat around a table, more or less in front of each other and talked and drank. I 
noticed Monica twiddle with an old, leftover cigarette-lighter. She spun it again and 
again.

"Truth or Dare?" I asked when the lighter stopped, pointing in my direction.

"Uh?" Monica asked confused.

"Yes. You spun the lighter and it points at me."

"Oh!" she burst out in a little giggle. "That's not how it is played."

"It isn't?"

"No. It's... Well I'll be damned. I don't remember 'spin the bottle'. Truth or dare is 
something else though."

"Well, now there are new rules. Truth or dare?"

I noticed Cate and Charles looking at us with big smiles.

"Oh, well, all right, truth then."

"What is your favorite food?" I asked just for the fun of it.

"Seafood. I just love all kinds of seafood."

I reached over and took the lighter and spun it and it stopped pointing at Cate and she 
took up the game.

"What is your favorite... underwear?"

"Boxers."

Cate reached for the lighter and spun it and it stopped pointing at Monica.

"What is your favorite undies?" she asked Claire with a giggle.

"Silk panties and a sheer bra," Cate answered giggling.

Monica again took the lighter spun it and it stopped pointing at Charles.

"What color is the undies you wear today?" he asked his wife.

Monica giggled and lifted the front of her dress out from her chest and peeked down.

"Oh. I have none!" she giggled.

My cock gave a twitch at this. Here was my friends wife sitting in my sofa with nothing 
under 
her dress! If she told the truth of which I wasn't certain that she did.

Charles spun the lighter and when it pointed at Clare she looked at him for a while.

"Oh, well, I don't know what to ask, but... OK what is your favorite undies on Monica?"

"Oh, just what she's wearing now! Nothing!" he laughed.

Charles took the lighter and spun it. Now it pointed at me.

"What's your favorite undies on Clare?" he asked me changing the rules without anyone 
noticing. I had to think about it a little while but the truth was that I just loved 
her in her silk-panties with no bra. It gave her a tomboyish look that was very 
appealing.

"Well I guess I have to agree with Clare, her favorite is mine to, minus the bra."

Clare smiled at me, flattered and Monica giggled a little.

"I think I need a glass of whisky instead of this wine," she said and Clare stood and 
got two more whisky-glasses.

"Yes, me to," she said when she came back, "this can proof to be rather embarrassing 
and I need something to cool my nerves."

We all laughed at this while I reached for the lighter.

"Truth or dare?" I asked Clare when the lighter pointed at her.

"Da... truth!" she yelp when she noticed that she didn't really want to be the first to 
do a dare.

"What do you... use for contraceptive?" I asked her smiling.

"N-nothing," she stammered a bit embarrassed and took a gulp of the whisky. She spun 
and it pointed towards Monica.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"What do you use for birth-control?" my wife asked with a blush.

"Condoms," Monica said giggling and blushing a little too.

"Why condoms?" my wife blurted out, surprised.

"You've already asked and got an answer," Monica reminded her.

"Oops, sorry."

Monica spun it pointed at me.

"Why don't you use any contraceptive?" she asked me, hitting the hammer squarely on the 
nail. I looked over at Cate who didn't look at me, she was busy with her whisky, or 
acted as if she was.

"Well, it's a long story, lets just say I had the mumps... with complications," I 
answered with a lump in my throat. Now it was out, almost all of it.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"No. It's OK. It's not a secret, you know. Though I don't want it to be known all over 
the place either," I reassured her.

I reached for the lighter after taking a deep sip of my whisky. Charles raised his 
glass in a salute of sympathy.

The lighter pointed at Charles.

"Why condoms?" I asked him, "isn't it... uncomfortable?"

"Two questions," he reminded me.

"Oh I stick with the first one then."

"Well it's not a long story, but Monica's family has a history of bloodclotting so..."

Spin. Pointing at Monica.

"Truth or dare?" he asked his wife, and maybe she thought that she was safe with him 
and not wanting to give her a dare that was to provocative she answered "Dare".

"Then prove to Cate and Paul that you are wearing nothing underneath."

"W-what?! You want me t-to..."

"Why not? We're all friends aren't we?"

"Yes, but-but..."

"No but-but's you're in the game aren't you?"

Monica swallowed and tried to raise her dress over her knees while sitting but that 
didn't work so she had to stand and slowly she lifted the hem of her dress up and when 
it reached the upper part of her thighs she turned her back towards us and raised it up 
high enough to show her butt to us. She didn't wear any panties that was clear, but how 
she would be able to show that there was no bra I didn't know, I just had to hope for 
the best. And I got the best. She let go of the hem and reached behind her and unzipped 
the dress in the back and pulled it down till just under her tits and then she turned 
around, a little red on the cheeks, and showed us her small breasts. It was obvious 
that she was rather proud of them in spite of their smallness. My mouth watered when I 
saw them. Pointing straight out from her chest, the nipples pointing stiffly out at 
each side and wrinkled aureolaes surrounding them. It was a sight, they were even 
smaller than my wife's and she wasn't any Marilyn Monroe on that department.

Monica again pulled the dress up over her shoulders and sat down but she forgot to zip 
up again and when she reached for her glass I got another view of her tits.

Spin. Pointing at Cate.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare," my wife answered with a nervous smile, she must have known what was to expect!

"Show us your undies, all at once!"

"You mean... get the dress off?"

"Yes!"

Hastily Cate reached for her glass took a quick gulp and stood slowly. She to reached 
behind her and unzipped her dress, but instead of just lowering it down over her 
shoulders she let it slip down, down over her breast and hips and she stood in front of 
us. A little embarrassed but proud.

I glanced over at Charles and he just stared at her! I couldn't blame him. I was 
staring at her every chance I got and I had been married to her for more than five 
years.

Cate giggled a little and finally sat down. She didn't take her dress back on! When she 
reached for the lighter her breasts fell down a little, not much just enough to 
demonstrate that there after all was almost a handful there.

Spin, pointing at Monica.

"Dare," she said when Cate looked at her but not saying anything. Monica reached for 
her glass, embracing herself for all possibilities.

"Why don't you get as... hm, comfortable as me?" she said with a snicker.

This time Monica repeated my wife's moves but the difference between the two of them 
was that Monica stood completely naked in front of us! Her stiff nipples was even 
stiffer, if that was possible, they were so stiff that they were almost opaque. And 
pink. Light, light pink. I looked further down over her flat stomach to her pussy. It 
was a high hill covered with rather thick, curly hair leaving the sides clean. It was 
so thick that you couldn't even see any hint of pussy-lips. Just the hill and the hair. 
But it was nice! More than nice, it made my mouth dry and my throat thick with desire.

She didn't give us much time though, she sat down as fast as she could after her 
display.

Spin. Pointing at her husband.

"Dare," I heard him say in a thick voice, he too knew what might happen, but did he 
want it? I knew that I would if I was in his shoes. I would have jumped at the chance 
to get into a fertile woman's unprotected cunt and shot my seed as deeply as I could in 
it! I was almost certain that just those thoughts crossed his mind, and I bet he hadn't 
brought any condoms, why should he, and I doubted that Monica had any in her purse.

"Why don't you get just as comfortable, as Cate put it, as I am?" she asked sweetly.

"As-as you?!"

Charles had probably thought that she would have him strip to his underwear, not more.

"Yes. You're in the game, aren't you?" you could hear the irony in her voice when she 
repeated his words.

"Heck, yes," he muttered as he stood and got naked. He didn't do anything to hide his 
half-hard dick but showed it to the women who gladly looked at it while I looked at 
them, well I looked at Monica. She had spread her legs a little when she reached for 
the lighter and hadn't bothered, or had forgotten, to close them again. Now I could see 
deeper into the hairy fur between her legs and I could vaguely see a hint of pink in 
there. And was it wetness? Coating her thighs?

Charles sat and spun the lighter.

"You get naked too," he said to my wife when the lighter pointed at her and before she 
could say anything.

Cate didn't object though. She stood and slipped her panties down letting them glide by 
themselves the last short distance and kicked them aside when they landed by her feet. 
She stood and let us see her pussy before she sat.

My cock was straining against my trousers by now and Charles had achieved a full 
erection while looking at my wife's pussy. It was blonde, but had thick almost straight 
hair on it and you could see the thick pussy-lips hang down between her thighs.

When she spun the lighter it was obvious that she aimed for me but she missed me and 
the lighter stopped at Monica instead.

"Well. What... Hm. Oh yes. I know! Open your legs wide for say... half a minute, and 
let us see what you hide between them!"

Monica looked at her not believing what she heard. Her face became almost beat-red 
while she slowly opened her legs, revealing more and more of her secret part.

I almost came in my pants when I saw the glistening pussy. It was wet! And the rather 
thin lips were parted maybe half a centimeter. She was horny all right. And it was 
obvious. I heard Charles reach for the whisky-bottle and a slight rattle as the neck of 
it hit the glass. Then a loud gulp as he swallowed the liquid.

Quickly Monica closed her legs but they drifted apart again as she leant forward for 
the lighter and this time it stopped at me.

Without any words said I stood and got naked. Not trying to hide my hard-on and turned 
a little towards Monica when it came into view. I could see a little smile play at the 
corner of her mouth as she looked at it and she followed it as I sat down.

I spun and it pointed at my wife.

"Why don't you let Charles feel you up," I said to my wife and before I had finished 
the sentence Charles was on his feet.

"For-for h-how long?" Cate asked as Charles sat by her side.

"Oh. I don't know..."

"Why not stop the pretenses," Monica interrupted. "We all know what's going on. I don't 
think that anybody is going to object if Paul and I disappear... while you feel each 
other up."

She stood reached for my hand and lead me out of the room towards the bedroom! I was a 
little disappointed. I would have loved to see my wife get impregnated!

I soon forgot all about Cate and Charles. As soon as we were in our bedroom she turned 
to me and reached with her arms around my neck and started to kiss me. She ground her 
hairy pussy against my erect cock as she stood on tip toe kissing me. With small steps 
she stepped backwards towards the bed and when her knees bumped against it she let go 
of me and she sank back on the bed with her knees dangling over it.

I sank down on my knees between her spread legs. Reached up and cupped her small 
breasts in my hands, found her nipples with my thumb and forefinger and squeezed them 
lightly.

I kissed her stomach, and down. Down over the silky hair covering her pussy. Smelled 
her womanly odor. Always described as musk. I don't know how musk smells and Monica's 
pussy didn't smell of it anyhow. It was a fragrance! Almost as a flowers light, 
vanishing smell.

And the taste! It was sparkling! Like a swallow of champagne, tickling the palate. And 
just as easy to swallow. My wife's pussy-juices were rather thick and coated the mouth 
for a rather long time, not so Monica's. They went down without any trace of after-
taste. I loved eating this pussy! And I did. She came in a howling orgasm and while it 
lasted she drew me by the hair up over her. Almost slapped my cock in place for 
intrusion and forced her hips up, taking me all the way inside her in one single 
thrust!

She was smooth on the inside as well. Not a bone to feel anywhere! I've never felt 
anything like that surround my cock before. It was heaven!

Slowly I started to pump in and out of her.

"No! No, hard and fast! The first time hard and fast and deep! It is the first time I 
feel cum in me! Please hard! I've never felt it! I want it! Want to feel it! It's safe? 
Isn't it? you didn't lie. Did you?" she babbled as I slammed in and out in her lovely 
cunt.

"Not safe. Nothing i-is safe. There is a-a-a chance, risk. I'm not dead. Just low in 
the... the sperm-count."

"Yes! That's it! That's it! I want it! The risk! The chance! Yes! Oh god! I want a 
baby! Your..."

I came when she said that. I shot shot after shot of sperm inside her cunt. I knew it 
was just as unprotected as my wife's was. With the difference that I didn't shoot 
fertile sperm as her husband did at this moment into my wife.

A long time after my orgasm I became aware of the uncomfortable position we lay in and 
rolled of her, down on my knees on the floor. Looked at her cunt. Saw that it was open 
and drooling sperm and pussy-juice down her slit, down into the cavity of her ass. The 
thin lips gaped wide open and I could see how the inside contracted a couple of times 
while I looked at it before I took a grip of her legs and lifted them up on the bed, 
rolled her a full turn over and climbed in beside her. She turned and snuggled up 
against me.

"Oh my god. That was... that was beautiful. To feel you spurt in me. I've never felt 
it. I've always been fucked with a rubber. You can do this as often as you want! I just 
hope that there is a... consequence. That would have made it all so... complete!"

Her hand drifted down and she took my limp cock in her hand.

"Oh, wet. Slimy. Is that me?" she asked.

"Mhm. All you. And that's you too," I added as my cock again started to swell in her 
hand.

"Oh. I didn't know. That I could do that, I mean."

"Oh yes you can."

I rolled over on top of her and she inserted my cock in her pussy again. This time we 
made slow and long love. The fuck was over. When she came she came in a long shuddering 
climax that seemed to keep on and on. Her pussy squeezed my cock in such a lovely way 
that I just stayed still inside her while her pussy-muscles worked the length of my 
cock-shaft.

"Oh. I didn't know," she whispered. "I didn't know I could..."

I don't know what she thought she didn't know she could because just then I could feel 
how my second orgasm started to build in me and I stopped breathing for at least ten 
minutes while I pumped her pussy full of my incomplete sperm. Wishing, wishing more 
than ever that I could get a woman pregnant. This woman.

We lay linked together for a long while.

"Shall we join the others?" Monica finally asked.

"Why. Already tired of me?"

"No! Not of you, by you maybe, but not of you, I meant it. You can do this to me 
whenever you like to. I love Charles, of course, but I also love you, and your cock, 
and your sperm shooting inside me."

My ego swelled by her words and I gave her a tender kiss before we stood and went into 
my wife and her husband.

We found them laying on the floor Charles with a pillow under his head and Cate 
snuggled up against him with her head resting on his shoulder. She held his cock in a 
protective grip and his hand was cupping one of her breasts. They seemed to be asleep 
so Monica went into the bedroom and fetched a blanket which she spread over them then 
she took me by the hand and lead me back into the bedroom.

I couldn't get another erection but we lay there making out like teenagers while sleep 
slowly came to us and we fell asleep.

I awoke in the morning with Monica still laying in my arms and a half-stiff cock poking 
her in the silky hair. As I became aware of were I was and with whom my cock again 
started to rise to a full-fledged erect pole.

I kissed her softly on the nose and then on the mouth. She sighed, opened her eyes and 
when she saw me she gave me a bright smile and sort of ground her face in the nook of 
my neck. Kissing me there once in a while and her hand started to roam down my body 
till it came in contact with my erect cock.

"Mmm," she sighed when she felt it. "I should wash before... Oh it's all hard, crisp I 
must have leaked all night," she giggled a little embarrassed.

I reached down and sure enough. My sperm had dried and matted her hair into ice-tap 
like shapes, but just inside the closed lips there was a fresh, wet tunnel and my 
finger just slipped into it causing her to moan a little and her hips to shiver in 
response. I played lightly with her clit and it swelled up under my touch. I got an 
orgasm out of my play before she rolled me over on the back and straddling me she 
pushed my hard-on down and slipped it into her wet and warm hole.

Slowly, slowly with her eyes locked in mine she started to ride me. Once in a while she 
flung her head back and moaned and sighed, never letting go of the eye-contact.

"Tell me when," she whispered hoarsely after a while. "Tell me when you're... going 
to... sho-ot in me-e-e. I want t-to-o come whi-i-th you. Feel you pu-ump in me-e."

"Now. I'm gonna cum now!"

She flung her head back, bit her lower lip and hold her breath till she felt the first 
rush of my sperm shoot inside her then she let go of her breath in a long, loud moan 
and her pussy clamped down, hard, on my spewing cock. She stopped her up and down 
motions and just rubbed her cunt against my cock-hair working my cock back and forth in 
her spasming pussy.

Totally spent she fell down on me.

"It's getting better and better," she whispered in my ear. "It's so... I don't know, 
nice? Wonderful! To feel you cum in me. And so safe! Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"No. It's OK. I'm used to it by now. Aren't you hungry?" I asked after a pause.

"Mmm, now that you mention it. I'm famished!"

We got up and went into the kitchen and putting coffee on and while that brewed we took 
a shower and I found two extra pairs of tooth-brushes.

When we again passed the living-room we softly called for Charles and Cate to wake up. 
They looked a little sheepish when they found themselves still on the floor but as soon 
as Monica and I had entered the kitchen we heard Cate moan and we looked at each other 
and smiled.

Twenty minutes later Cate and Charles joined us in the kitchen. Cate looked a little 
surprised when she saw that we still were in the nude but she just shrugged her 
shoulders and let her robe slip down and she pulled it over the chair as she sat down.

We didn't talk much about what had happened until we sat in the sofas again. Then we 
all shared our feelings and agreed to try it again next Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

We met during all weekends for six months. Each time more or less the same scenario 
played up with the exception that we never needed to 'spin the lighter' again. We 
coupled up with the opposite pairs spouse and we made love whenever and where ever we 
wanted to. Monica and I usually in the bed-room and Cate and Charles on the sofa often 
in front of Monica and me.

There was a slowdown whenever any of the girls had their period and as strange as it 
sounds that was almost at the same time and that made both me and Charles, and the 
girls too for that matter, extra horny when our lustful weekends again happened. The 
funny thing is that my wife haven't got pregnant, yet. Yes you guessed it Monica is!

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