My Husband Let Me Get Pregnant By An Ex-boyfriendI couldn't find a group that fitted my story, but as my husband was very turned on by my pregnancy I decided to post it here.
We had been trying for a baby for about 5 months when my husband started joking about finding another man to impregnate me. He’d been incredibly turned on sharing me a year earlier so I guessed straight away that it was something he was fantasising about, but we teased each other about it for another couple of months before he admitted the idea really turned him on suggested we find someone for real.
By then I was desperate for a baby so I told him I would do it if he was serious and was sure he wouldn’t hold it against me later or let it affect our marriage. Over the next few days we talked about practically nothing else and decided that it was something we both wanted to do to give us a baby, but also because it was intensely exciting and arousing for both of us.
Our first problem was deciding who to choose. My husband didn’t want it to be anyone he knew or who would be around afterwards so he wanted a stranger, but there was no way I was going to have a baby with someone I didn’t know or like. We finally decided on an ex-boyfriend from my school days who I’d kept in touch with. Neil was married with two young children so I knew he would be discreet and he lived about 25 miles away so my husband wouldn’t have to worry about him being around.
Although I hadn’t seen him for years, his seduction turned out to be unexpectedly easy and quick. He worked near my parent’s house so I managed to accidently on purpose bump into him when he was on his lunch break. We didn’t have much time that day, but we did have a kiss and a cuddle before he had to go and I persuaded him to come to our house one afternoon the following week while my husband was at work when I knew I would be fertile.
I didn’t want to scare him off so I didn’t tell him my husband knew or that I wanted to get pregnant and luckily he never asked about precautions. That afternoon was very special, we made love twice and he ********** inside me both times. I just knew I would conceive so by the time my husband arrived home I was already wondering how long it took to get pregnant, when I’d know for sure and even who the baby would look like.
My husband was as excited as I was and wanted to hear all the details while he made love to me, and then had me tell him again several times over the next few days.
I missed my next period, a test soon proved I was pregnant and we knew it had to be Neil’s baby as it was too much of a coincidence not to be his after months of trying. Although we had talked through how we would feel, the reality of having another man’s baby really hit home to me and actually made me feel a bit sad, but my husband was wonderful and supportive. He reassured me that it was what we both wanted and had planned together so the baby would be ours even if it was Neil’s ***** that impregnated me.
We decided to tell Neil I was pregnant, but not that it was his which he accepted with great relief although I wasn’t convinced he believed me. He phoned every week for a chat and to see how I was and when I saw him he was very much the proud father to be, resting his hand on my bump and fussing over me.
One evening he told me that at first he had been worried about his wife finding out and had been very relieved when he realised I wasn’t going to make any emotional or financial calls on him, but when he saw how happy I was to be pregnant he hoped it really was his baby and asked me again if I was sure it wasn’t. I did feel guilty lying to him and if he’d had left it at that I might have told him, but he went on to say he was very turned on by the thought of getting me pregnant while I was married, which annoyed me. My husband was turned on that I was pregnant by another man, but that didn’t upset me because I knew he loved me and wanted the baby and he didn’t make me feel that I was just a fantasy or sex ob
After my initial doubts I was very happy to be pregnant and just thought of the baby as ours. Apart from the usual sickness and tiredness we both enjoyed my pregnancy and had a beautiful daughter who my husband dotes on and as she resembles my side of the family no-one has ever doubted she’s not his.
I got pregnant again a year later, by another friend, and Neil assumed it was my husband’s which I thought would make it easier to persuade him my daughter was also my husband’s, but he still didn’t believe me.
He eventually asked the question I had been dreading which was how I was so sure and I made up a story about a blood test during my pregnancy proving she was my husband’s, but that meant I had to admit that I had thought it was his baby up to then.
This is already quite a long post so I will stop there, but I will write again when I get time if anyone is interested.