Two years later, I still secretly loved the stares we got. People looked at my family like they were trying to do math in my head, like there was some reason other than the obvious that my 5- and 7-year old kids looked like my Japanese husband, and my toddler was half black.
Of course, our friends and families knew the story. That my husband Takeshi was a willing and eager cuckold, who asked another man to be my bull, taking control over my body, fucking me whenever he wanted to, and eventually giving me a baby. It caused surprisingly little friction that Mike, the bull he chose, was also my sister Kate's bull, and had impregnated her as well, with her husband Ray's blessing. And no sooner was I pregnant, than our friend Carrie and her husband Rafael felt left out, and asked Mike to give her a baby as well.
It actually made things a lot easier, as the "triplets" always had a playmate, and all three couples had a reliable babysitter to take the kids for a night so daddy could watch mommy getting railed all night. For a while, I had a standing "date night" with my bull once a week, as he had Kate and Carrie to satisfy, and we were pretty sure he saw other women on the side too. But the rest of the week, Kesh and I had better sex than we ever had before Mike came into the picture.
We had started out with the passion in our marriage most young couples have, but by the time I had our second kid, I was tired all the time, and we were kind of bored with each other. We'd have half-hearted sex every week or two, and I usually dressed in mom jeans and blouses buttoned up to the top. (Although to be fair, I had no qualms about whipping a boob out to breastfeed, which I had been doing continuously since the first baby.) But now I found myself wearing crop tops and skirts. I had a ring through my clit (we decided against nipple rings because I was always breastfeeding). My husband's average-sized penis and relatively quick staying power couldn't compare to my muscular, well-hung bull, of course. But he was a handsome man, who I loved, and I found myself far more enthusiastic about sex with him than I had been in years.
Granted, after Mike stretched out my pussy three times in a night, it was usually a few days before I could even feel my husband's dick. But it was much more suckable than Mike's monster, and five and a half inches was just the right size for my asshole. There's no way I could take Mike's 9 inches up my ass without a trip to the hospital, but I started to relish getting anal from my husband, to the point where he rarely fucked my pussy anymore, just licked me to one orgasm after another (and usually licked me clean after my bull was through with me.)
And Takeshi confessed that he never came harder than when my bull's massive cock was stretching my pussy out. He said the greatest sexual experience of his life wasn't any time he had sex himself, it was cumming all over his hand while he watched my bull fuck a baby into me. Now that's a loving, devoted husband.
Kesh and I went back and forth on whether Mike should breed me again (funny enough, the subject of my husband getting me pregnant himself never came up), but we agreed we didn't want two babies in a row, so I was going to back on the pill for at least a year before we decided anything.
And before the year was uup, Kate managed to shock us again. She had broken things off with Mike. She adored our bull, and loved fucking him, but Ray insisted that none of their children were going to have the same father, and he didn't want to take a chance on Mike knocking her up again. They could have used condoms, but all three of them agreed Mike's big cock was made for breeding, and it would be sacrilege to wrap it up.
I thought it was crazy how seriously they took all of this, but I had no plans of using condoms with him either. And with my sister suddenly out of the picture, Mike ended up coming over to fuck me more often. Over two or three nights a week, Kesh would end up licking seven or eight loads of sperm out of my pussy. I was in heaven. (So was Carrie, who was getting it just as often as I was and loving every second.)
But everything changed when Mike met Cai. 24-year-old American-born Vietnamese girl, long legs, hair down to her ass, so skinny I couldn't believe his dick even fit inside of her. They were clearly crazy about each other, and I was worried about losing my bull for good. But she was into the fact that he had knocked up three married women and our husbands had asked him to do it. She actually encouraged him to keep up the bull lifestyle, so long as he made time for her. And while Cai loved fucking him as much as we did, he did leave her sore afterwards, so every so often she needed a break and would send him over to fuck me or Carrie.
Eventually the two of them bought out Susan and Tom's slot in the beach house, as they had decided our sexual antics were too "out there" for their taste, and drifted out of our friend group. We settled into a new summer routine where all three couples were there nearly every weekend, and we all took the same two-week vacation together. Sleeping arrangements were a little cramped, but our older kids made an adventure of sleeping in a tent in front of the house, and we could stick the babies' cribs anywhere.
The adults usually piled into one bedroom so Mike could fuck whichever woman (or women) he chose while the husbands watched. Then he'd sleep with his wife on one side of him, and Carrie and I taking turns on the other side. The other one of us would share a bed with the two cuckolds, who by tradition couldn't fuck any of us at the beach house, and could only eat pussy if it was full of Mike's cum. They both fucking loved it.
We'd take the kids to the beach by day, wearing the tiniest swimsuits we could find, and taunting our husbands with our sexy bodies that were off-limits to two of the three. Mike would often take one of us back to the house for a slow, intense fuck, knowing it was driving the other wives crazy that they were missing out, and driving the other husbands crazy that they didn't get to watch.
It was the best summer of all of our lives. Fall and winter were busier, so I'd have occasional sex with my husband, and Mike might visit once a week or two. It started to feel like boring old normal life, even with me cuckolding my husband with a bull, and breastfeeding the baby my bull had given me while my husband looked on adoringly.
Then came spring. We always made an occasion of reopening the beach house. It was too cold to go into the water, but the kids were always excited about taking stuff out of storage and playing in the sand. Kate joined us -- pregnant with a second baby by a second bull -- and it felt like old times. Especially once the kids were all asleep, the wine started pouring, and Mike started kissing Carrie and I in front of our husbands, then casually groping our breasts or grabbing our asses.
Takeshi made a toast, "to another summer of our wives getting fucked often and well!"
Rafael raised his glass, "and to Mike! The hardest-working bull in town, keeping three ladies satisfied night after night!"
"Three that you know about!" Mike grinned and everyone laughed. His wife punched him playfully.
I refilled my glass and held it up. "And to Ray! If he were able to satisfy my sister even the tiniest bit, she wouldn't have needed a bull, and Carrie and I would probably still be faithful to our husbands!"
Ray blushed, but he laughed along with everyone else.
"Well we wouldn't want that!" said Takeshi, putting his arm around me.
I kissed his neck, and then whispered, "Mike is going to fuck me so hard tonight." I squeezed his crotch, and of course he was already getting stiff.
Finally it was the bull's turn to make a toast. "First of all, you all mean a great deal to me. Carrie and Lucy, you know how much I love fucking you both. Katie, I miss being with you, and I wished things had worked out. Takeshi, Rafael... I am in awe of what loving, supportive husbands you are to your wives, and what wonderful fathers you are to my children. Not many men have the strength to watch their wives bred in front of them, and raise another man's baby without an ounce of jealousy. Your wives are very lucky to have you... and I'm very lucky to have your wives!"
More laughter, and we all took a drink. But Mike wasn't finished.
"But no one here means more to me than Cai. I'm madly in love with her." He kissed her passionately, and when he broke the kiss, she stage-whispered, "should I tell them?"
She turned to the rest of us with a big grin on her face, and held out her hand to show off a diamond ring. "Mike asked me to marry him!"
There was a round of squealing and cheers and hugs and glasses raised and wine downed.
"We didn't want to wait, so we're getting married this summer. And we're going to spend our honeymoon trying for a baby!"
More squealing, more hugs. Cai took Carrie and I by the hands and squeezed them tight. "I want you to know, this doesn't change anything between you and Mike. I love that my husband's such a stud that married men want him to fuck their wives. He might have a little less free time once we have a baby in the house, but he's still going to keep being your bull.
"In fact, we had talked about going away for our honeymoon, but instead we're going to spend the two weeks at the beach house, all together, and Mike's going to breed both of you again. We'll all be pregnant at the same time! Our babies will all grow up together!"
There were no squeals this time, as Carrie and I fell silent. Kesh and I had gone back and forth about whether four kids was too many, and while I fantasized about my bull breeding me again, I also thought it might be nice to give my husband another chance. I thought Kesh and I would get to decide before I got pregnant again. Or at least that Mike would tell me himself. But instead Cai just casually told us, as if it had already been decided and we had no say in it.
Did we have a say in it? Kesh had been so enthusiastic about being cuckolded so far, was he going to turn around and say no to Mike? And was I? Logically, rationally, it didn't make sense to have another baby that wasn't my husband's. I'm sure I could write him a letter and lay out all the reasons I had to say no. But face to face with his dark skin, his rippling muscles, that massive cock that sent me to a delirious place of pure lust? My brain wanted to slow down, have a long talk with my husband, let us both come to our senses. My body wanted to pounce on top of Mike, ride his cock, and beg him to fill my womb with his seed.
The same thoughts were clearly running through Carrie's head, because while she was clearly flushed, and not just from the wine, she gave Mike a pleading look and quietly said, "I think I should talk this over with Raf first."
Mike smiled warmly. "Look, I know I'm putting you all on the spot here. But these decisions should be made by the heart, and in the moment, that's when you're most honest about what you want deep down." He looked past Carrie, past me, and to my husband.
