Pregnancy Roulette 1

This story includes themes of consensual non-monogamy, impregnation sex, and interracial sex. If you do not enjoy those themes then this is probably not the story for you. But, there are many other stories on this site you might enjoy.

Everyone in this story is an adult.

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"Priya, you and Trev bought a lottery ticket when you got married, right?"

Nimisha had pulled me aside just after the informal lunch to celebrate the start of her maternity leave.

"Yes." I said with a dispirited tone. "But we didn't win. I suppose most people don't win the lottery. Their ticket just buys them a little temporary hope."

"Sammy and I bought a ticket, too. We didn't win, either. But we found another way."

The cuckolding lotteries had become increasingly popular. Some councils were working hard to bring down the odds, so more people could win. But even if the odds were at evens, that would still mean half of all ticket buyers losing.

"What do you mean?"

We'd been looking at specialist apps and so on. But the lotteries seemed to have sucked up all the good men. They didn't need to worry about apps as they got to meet a willing couple. Satisfaction surveys showed that both the couples and the young men were exceptionally happy.

"Sammy and I joined a club. It does something like the lotteries but the odds are better at the cost of a bit of a wait. Sammy and I waited 11 months before we were selected -- but the odds are the same for everyone each time. In theory, you could win on your first go."

"Tell me more."

"First, everyone is tested before every club meet. No risks. Your meet will happen the day before your fertile window starts. All the names are put on a wheel, a pointer is spun to decide who wins. Then, a second wheel is spun. That determines how many nights they get with the young man."

"This sounds excellent."

"It is. There are just three key differences. First, the wait. Then, you don't know how many nights you'll get. It could be just one. Finally, you don't get to pick the man. But we always chat before the wheel is spun and they've always been lovely. I think they really want to help out."

"So, what was the man who cuckolded Sammy like?"

"He was lovely. Nordic, tall, blond, well muscled -- and actually called Thor."

"Did he have a big hammer?"

"Big enough, Priya. And he came buckets. We got four nights with him. Sammy and I are so glad to have a baby that Sammy didn't father!"

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"Trev, have you given up hope of me ever cuckolding you?"

"Oh, there's always hope, Priya. I've been looking at some holiday options. They look promising but expensive."

"Nimisha told me about another one. It's a kind of club."

I explained about the club and Trev was very excited. We aren't rich, and a foreign holiday at a cuckolding resort would really break the bank. But £20 for tea and biscuits in a community hall once a month was very doable.

So, we signed up and we started turning up.

The NHS was very good at testing. Their turnaround was much faster than we expected.

The first month was very exciting. We didn't expect to win as there were eight couples -- we had taken Nimisha and Sammy's membership. We thoroughly enjoyed talking with the man who'd be helping out the lucky couple.

Martí was a PhD student. He was working on a new trove of Roman poetry found in some packing containers in Paris. He obviously found a lot of time to work his body as well as his mind. He was muscled like a luchador and his accent was incredibly sexy.

Of course, I'm always at my most horny when I'm ovulating. The combination of his looks, his voice, and his intellect made him irresistible. I didn't even realise that I'd undone two buttons of my dress. But I could feel my knickers getting damp.

While we were both disappointed not to win. We were delighted for Avi and Chaya, the couple who got him for five nights. They really lucked out that night and Chaya confirmed she was pregnant the next month.

Every month we'd go back. We'd meet a lovely man and congratulate the couple who won. In only one case did the wife not get pregnant. I can reassure you all that they won again a few months later. She is now pregnant with a baby not fathered by her husband.

Perhaps they actually did better than everyone else?

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While we loved seeing some of the same people and some new people every month. We didn't think we'd win straight away but started to get nervous after our fourth visit. That was the 50 percent chance mark. Of course, in theory we could keep coming and never win but we'd hoped to win in our first four visits.

In the end, we won on our sixth.

When we spun the second wheel we saw that we'd won three nights with Gwanda. A really good chance!

Gwanda is a physiotherapist working at a nearby hospital. He's very caring and Trev and I really appreciated that.

We sat down with him while the rest of the club put away the snacks and the equipment. Then they brought out the wipe clean inflatable mattress. Gwanda told us that he's already fathered babies for three other couples -- but none had been born yet.

He'd thought his caring job would rule him out in the cuckolding lotteries. He'd never applied, despite finding married women very attractive. And then, a friend of a colleague told him about our club. He didn't need to think twice. He'd been meeting up with married women every month for most of the spring.

The shorter duration of these liaisons meant he got more variety and had time for a social life.

Gwanda was up for Trev fluffing him, which made us both very happy. So when everyone returned, Gwanda and I undressed. Trev knelt before Gwanda and started gently wanking a very impressive cock.

He quickly started to stiffen and produce lots of shiny precum. It made his chocolate helmet and foreskin glisten and gleam. Then, Trev took a lick and caught a strand that stretched out like the thread of a spider's web, before breaking and collapsing on his chin.

Gwanda was fully erect very quickly. He went down on me. As I looked down my body I could see his skin gleaming like a polished dark bronze statue. It contrasted with the pale mocha of my own skin.

I was excited by winning. Watching Trev fluff Gwanda while others watched us was also a huge turn on. Added to Trev's gentle tongue work, I orgasmed quickly.

That was Gwanda's signal to try to get inside me. Trev's cock is no match for Gwanda's. Despite all the excitement, it took a while for Gwana to fit. But I'd seen this before. The men we choose to cuckold our husbands often bring something extra. Most wives struggle the first time but learn to accommodate that extra girth.

Gwanda was good. He kept a steady pace that worked well. He also used his fingers to gently rub where it would help. We'd probably only been going for five minutes when I came again. It was a good one and I clenched hard on his cock as I came. But he managed to keep thrusting and bring me off again before looking me in the eyes and speaking.

"Priya, I'm going to cum inside you. I'm going to fill you up with my sperm. I'm trying to make a baby in you."

Then I felt him cum, and cum, and cum again. It was just what I'd always imagined. I now knew what Nimisha and so many other wives had felt. They'd felt free, powerful, and loved as their husband happily watched them cuckold him. Watched, knowing the goal was a baby that he'd be helping to raise.

Gwanda stayed inside me for a couple of minutes. Then, when he rolled off, two of the husbands put a wedge beneath the bottom of the mattress. It lifted my feet by about 30 centimetres. It probably didn't make any actual difference. Gwanda had cum so deep inside me that there was sure to be sperm right at my cervix already. But it showed the support of our community for the breeding.

"So, Trev," Sally asked, "will you clean her up?"

The cleanup was the final scene in semi-private cuckolding. No husband had refused since we'd started attending. Most were very eager.

"Of course!" He replied. "But I want to give Gwanda's sperm a little head start. I wouldn't want to risk my tongue doing any damage."

He waited a couple of minutes and then he got down between my thighs and started lapping.

Trev had always been good at oral. In fact, it's what he likes best. So it was no surprise to me that he used his tongue and fingers to great effect. There were also a few audible slurps as he sucked up the remnants of Gwanda's seed. Gwanda had been gentle despite his size. But Trev knew how incredibly sensitive I was and he took care to use his tongue to restore and not to punish.

"I wasn't sure how your sperm would taste." Trev told Gwana. "But it's great. Sort of like a salt lassi."

Eventually, things were over. The first time I attended, the lucky winner was wearing a sexy but tiny thong. As she walked out, everyone could see that it was the wrong choice. I stepped into some sensible and comfortable stretchy cotton boyshorts. I didn't wince as we walked to the door and gave Gwanda a kiss on the cheek before giving him our home address.

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We both called in sick the next day. We needed to tidy the house, prepare fresh bed linen, and cook extra food for Gwanda. It had to be the best I could make. He'd promised to stay with us for the next two nights.

He arrived on time with a nice bottle of red and a smile.

"That smells good." He said as he walked through the door. "What is it?"

"Oh, shahi paneer, dal makhani, aloo paratha, and some other stuff. But that's for later. I have something else that smells good for you now."

Then, I took his hand and led him upstairs to our bedroom, where Trev was waiting.

"I was hoping you might enjoy me straight away, then break for dinner, and have me again before we sleep. And in the morning, too. If you'd like."

"That sounds great. Making love with married women is the best. You know what you want and aren't afraid to say it!"

Then Trev broke in.

"We want a baby."

"Well, of course. Did you see the papers this morning?"

"No."

"The Office for National Statistics just published its first report on cuckolding. They said that one in six babies born in the last year were fathered by someone other than the husband. But that's one in five for a couple's first baby. Those lotteries really changed things. Not everyone wins but it looks like couples are doing their best to bring in another man where they can."

We thought about the social change implied by these statistics as we undressed.

Trev fluffed Gwanda again. Though, as before, he didn't really need any help getting started. And nor did I. As soon as I saw that Gwanda was ready I pulled him towards me and lay down.

I'd been getting ready all day and I wanted him in me immediately. I love oral, but I didn't want to delay the insemination. So Gwanda gently inserted himself and began at a slow pace. I urged him to go faster and fill me up. There was a constant stream of exhortations to speed up, to fill me up, to give me a baby, and more.

Perhaps it was pure excitement. Perhaps it was a response to my calls for climax. But Gwanda rapidly reached a boil and gave me his seed. I could feel his cock throbbing against my pussy walls. And the excitement of the insemination was what I needed to cum hard.

It had been a very quick fuck. It ended with me passing out with pleasure for a few seconds. I could feel Gwanda gently throbbing inside me as I came around. He slid out and beckoned to Trev.

This time, Trev went straight in and sucked before he slurped. But while he was sucking out all he could, a huge load was still inside me. I knew that he could have another lick after we'd eaten. It would be his pudding.

We all had a glass of the wine Gwanda had brought with the meal I'd prepared. But just the one glass as we didn't want it to affect anyone's performance.

We sat around chatting for almost an hour after we finished eating. Then, we climbed the wooden hill to Bedfordshire again.

This time I pushed Gwanda down onto the bed and got him stiff for me. Then, I climbed on top and rode his gear stick while I looked down at him and told him how naughty we were. We weren't married. My husband was watching. I wasn't on the pill. He wasn't wearing a condom. And I wouldn't accept anything less than him impregnating me with his baby.

I kept things at a slow pace. Then I raised it as I started to feel my climax coming on. The pace continued to climb -- and then Gwanda and I switched places. He knew I didn't want any of his seed leaking out. It had to find my egg. And then, Trev needed his salty pudding.

Gwanda gave me my third load in two days. I felt a pleasant warmth as I imagined his sperm getting through my cervix and swimming hard for my egg. I lay there and felt that warmth travel across my body, bringing me perfect relaxation.

Trev's tender tonguing was good. But it couldn't last for long as Gwanda's great size and thorough fucking had left me feeling slightly tender. Not that that would stop me getting as much as I could before he had to leave.

So, we pulled up the covers with me in the middle and a man on either side of me. I had a feeling that I might be able to get an extra 'middle of the night' dose of sperm from Gwanda if I was very good. And something before breakfast.

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Gwanda was willing to go again in the wee small hours. Trev was holding my hand as I felt Gwanda's sperm pulsing deep inside me.

"Trev, we should let as much of this stay inside me as possible, don't you think?"

He just squeezed my hand.

Then the sun poked through the gap in the curtains. I decided that it was time for Gwanda to poke through the gap between my legs again.

I gently stroked his big black cock and whispered in his ear.

"Hey, sleepybones. No breakfast for you until you've inseminated me. I need to be pregnant when you go home."

Gwanda managed a quickie. But I could see that we were wearing him out in a way that he could only cope with because he was just 24.

We all got up. I showed Gwanda the picture of the goddess Bhavanai, the goddess of motherhood, as we went downstairs.

We discussed the day ahead while we tucked into aloo paratha and curds. Gwanda was focusing on rehabilitating people with injuries. Trev and I were mostly skiving -- but definitely changing the bed linen.

That evening would be the last with Gwanda -- though I was hoping for something the next morning, too. We needed to make it count.

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"OK, Trev. You lie down with your head up at the bottom of the bed. I'll kneel over you, with my mouth on your cock. Gwanda can fuck me from behind. I'll give Gwanda's sperm some 'sinking in' time -- but then I'll sit on your face and let what's left drain into your mouth."

Trev was very eager to get a much closer view of Gwanda's massive black cock pumping into me. And then inseminating me, even impregnating me. I just didn't want him to start licking too quickly.

Gwanda was as good as usual. And maybe it was the new position, maybe it was me getting used to his size. But he slid in much more easily than before.

Gwanda pumped and Trev licked. It was a beautiful act of cooperation. Trev has always really known how to gently lick my clitoris towards an orgasm. And Gwanda maintains a nice steady rhythm that helps a lot, while he's stretching me and going deep.

As you'd expect, I didn't last long before hitting my first peak. But Trev and Gwanda were ready to keep going once I'd come back down to earth. The next one was slower and deeper for me. I told them it was going to be big and Gwanda told me that he was approaching eruption, too.

Trev made clever use of his fingers to help top me over the edge. As I came, I clenched. And that helped Gwanda reach his own peak. He stopped pumping in and out and started pumping me full of babyjuice. He came a lot. And when he finished he stayed inside me, so his sperm could only travel in one direction: eggward.

I did my best to massage Gwanda's cock as it gently softened. But eventually, he had to withdraw. That was Trev's moment. I could kneel gently over his face and let Gwanda's black sperm trickle out into Trev's mouth. He enjoyed that before going to town with oral love, bringing me to a gushing orgasm over his face.

Once Trev had licked me clean, I licked Gwanda clean. Then, we put on some clothes and headed downstairs. I hadn't been up to cooking that day. But the freezer still had some baingan bharta my mum had made for me a few weeks before. I'd taken it out earlier and we microwaved it and had it with some supermarket naan.

When we eventually went back upstairs, I wanted to go back to the missionary position. Not because I disliked other positions but because I wanted Trev lying beside me and holding my hand while Gwanda ploughed me again. He was looking at my face as I responded to the fabulous feelings between my legs.

Gwanda didn't last long, which was fair enough. I'd been asking a lot from him over the last couple of days.

I spooned him and told him that he was welcome to roll me over and fuck me if he woke with a boner in the night. He didn't even need to wake me. He did kiss me awake at some very early hour and managed another quickie. I kicked Trev awake, so he could enjoy watching.

I was hoping for one more dose before Gwanda left. He tried, the poor dear, but he'd given me everything he had.

We kissed, washed, dressed, breakfasted, and kissed some more. Trevtold him how grateful we were for his kindness.

"You know, Gwanda, you're always welcome here. If you're ever fancy coming over, we'd be delighted to have you."

And I added my own support.

"I'd be ecstatic -- orgasmic -- to have you, Gwanda."

He smiled and promised to keep in touch.

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As per tradition, we arrived at the club at the scheduled start of my next fertile window. We were already pretty sure as my period hadn't arrived. But I took the proffered test, slipped into the very basic toilet, before returning with it activated. I placed it on the proffered plate and we all watched.

As expected, it came back positive and everyone cheered for us.

We then watched Michela and Ben win two nights with Petri, a rail thin Finn with a shock of platinum blond hair.

Everyone cheered for them, too. But we wouldn't be there to watch Michaela deposit a pregnancy test on the plate next time. We needed to make space for another couple.

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I invited my sister Radha and her husband Jashan over the next day.

"You both bought a lottery ticket when you got married, right?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

They looked glum.

"Did you know that I'm pregnant? And Trev isn't the father?"

"How did you do it!" Radha demanded with an intensity that surprised and delighted me.

We explained and showed her a picture of Gwanda in his medical uniform. They both cooed over how handsome he is.

"Would you let us nominate you for membership of the club?" I asked.

Of course, they were eager to be nominated. And the club was happy to have them. They've only attended two meetings so far. But we hope they win soon!