This story contains cuckold fantasy, impregnation, polyamory, and creampie elements. If those things offend you then please move on to another story.
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"Yep, I want you to be my baby daddy. I want you to knock me up, get me preggers, put a bun in my oven." Nanci leaned forward and looked at Mike with a grin on her face. "Come on, it's not like you haven't wanted to get into my pants for what, oh about ten years now."
Mike stared at her across the table. They were in a small, intimate, bistro waiting for their appetizer to arrive. They'd ordered shrimp spring rolls. Nanci wasn't a model. She was athletic with a little padding. Her very pleasant breasts rode high and the red v-neck pull-over blouse she was wearing showed a good two inches of enticing cleavage. He could clearly see the outline of both nipples behind the smooth material. Her square face was framed by her short coal black hair, cut into a pageboy with bangs that hung just above her eyebrows. A cute button nose sat above her full, very kissable, lips.
He didn't know what to say. Every scenario that flashed through his mind took him through fantasy heaven and straight into imagination hell. She just grinned at him. He could tell she was enjoying watching his face as he struggled with her proposition. She was always finding new ways to surprise him with her outrageous behavior. It was one of the many things he loved about her.
"Why?" His voice was barely a croak but at least he managed to get the one word out.
Nanci sat back. She was still grinning, but now her eyes looked more serious.
"It's a gift to Jack."
That startled Mike even more. "It's a gift to your husband?" His eyes darted around the room to make sure no one was listening. Satisfied that they were not being overheard he continued. "You cheating and getting knocked up is a fucking gift to your fucking husband?"
"Uh huh. He's gonna love it." Nanci leaned forward again and her blouse slipped down exposing a third inch of cleavage. "Come on, Mike. You know Jack can't have kids right?"
"Yes, I know." Mike's eyebrows clenched.
"You also know that Jack loves kids. Before the accident he often told me he wanted a big family. That all ending when that damned texting teenager t-boned him." Nanci's grin slipped but came back. "He still wants kids, but adoption is very expensive and in vitro even more so."
"I still don't think it's a nice present to him for you to fuck around with me."
"It isn't just me fucking you that's the gift, silly, it's also the baby." Nanci leaned back again and looked at him appraisingly for a moment. "Mike, I'm going to trust you with something that Jack and I haven't told anyone else."
Mike studied her for a moment and then shrugged. "Okay. I know more secrets about you two than anyone else anyway."
It was true. Mike and Jack had been best friends all through high school; almost as long as Mike had been in love with Nanci. Even though they were very different physically, he and Jack always seemed to like the same things, the same football team, the save flavor of ice-cream, even the girl they were both in love with.
Nanci smiled at him and put her hand on top of his on the table. Her hand looked so small and dainty on his paw. "Jack and I believe in polyamory. As far as I know, neither of us has acted on it before, but we've discussed it a great deal; even before we got married. The one thing we have both insisted on is honesty. Neither of us wants to be hurt or to hurt the other."
Mike's eyes went wide. His mind spun. For just a moment he felt like he might fall out of his chair and he gripped the table hard. Nanci's hand on his held tight. He knew he should say something but whatever mule had kicked him in the chest had knocked all the words out of his brain.
He was saved by the cute blonde waitress bringing their spring rolls and then freshening their ice teas. She took her time and gave Mike a big smile. Her eyes never so much as twitched toward Nanci as she asked Mike if he needed anything else before sashaying away. By the time they were alone again, Mike had recovered a little.
"That's great to talk about, but when it really happens it can cause a lot of pain. I don't want to hurt you or Jack. Ever."
Nanci took his hands. "I would never do anything to hurt Jack. You of all people understand how much I love him."
Mike winced at the words. He did know how much Nanci loved Jack. It was almost as much as he loved her. He'd wished since sixth grade that she loved him, and for a while in high school he thought that maybe she did. The three of them had grown up together, gone to grade school together, then junior high and then high school. They hadn't split up until Mike left to go to college while Jack got a job locally. By that time, he'd lost Nanci to Jack. His friendship for Jack and his love for Nanci dictated that he bowed out gracefully.
"What you have never seemed to understand, Mike, is how much I love you too."
Her words snapped Mike's head up and his jaw dropped for a full second.
"It's true, Mike. All through school, I loved you both. I kept waiting for you to ask me out. I knew you loved me too, but you never acted on it."
"You were dating my second best friend."
Nanci's eyes narrowed. "Second best?"
Mike blushed but nodded. "You are my best friend. That was the other reason. I never wanted to lose your friendship and I was afraid that if I asked you out..."
Nanci gave his hand a squeeze. "You big buffoon, Jack and I both wanted you to ask me out. We talked about that a lot. Jack said he hinted to you, but you never got the hint. I hinted to you, hard, but you were just so damned noble. And," she continued, "we didn't want to ruin our friendship either."
"So what changed?"
"The accident. We have tried for three years to come to grips with it, but we want children, Mike. Jack and I both want children and we've grown and you've grown. We're all adults now."
"So Jack knows about this and is okay with it?"
"Jack doesn't know I'm here. I wanted to talk to you about it first. I would hate to get his hopes up and then have him resent you for not helping if you just couldn't bring yourself to do this." She squeezed his hand again. "But I know he's okay with it."
Mike shook his head. "Nanci, this is a lot to get my head around. I would have to talk to Jack first. I have to hear it from him that he's okay with this. You understand that don't you?"
Nanci laughed softly. "Of course, Mike. Before we talk to Jack, though, I have to know. Will you do this with us?"
Mike took a deep breath. His head was just beginning to clear and suddenly questions deluged his mind. What would his responsibilities be? What would his relationship with Nanci be? What would his relationship with Jack be? Was it to be a onetime thing? If so, what if it didn't take? Too many questions too quickly. He almost felt like his eyes were crossing.
"Nanci, I need to think about this. You and Jack may have thought it all through, but I haven't. I'm gonna have a lot of questions for you both, too. Please give me some time." Mike stared into Nanci's eyes and he saw them twinkle.
"Thank you, Mike."
He started to protest, but she put a hand up to stop him.
"I know you haven't agreed to anything, but you didn't stand up, call me a slut and walk out either. I was so nervous. I guess that's why I blurted it out like that."
"Nanci, I would never call you a slut." Mike squeezed her hand back. "I still love you, you know that, right?"
"And I do love you, Mike. I have loved you since seventh grade. I love Jack too. It broke my heart when you left for college. I always dreamed I would have both of you in my life."
Mike shook his head. "I hate to say this, but I'm glad you waited to tell me. Even a couple of years ago, I would have totally freaked out if you had told me this."
"That's why we didn't approach you sooner. We knew you weren't ready. But, Mike, I've seen you grow up and mature. I was hoping that, now, you could see our point of view."
"I don't know, Nanci. I'm still freaked out a little by what you are suggesting, but let me think about it."
Nanci smiled at him and then picked up a spring roll and dipped it in the ginger sauce before taking a bite. As if on cue, the waitress came to take their order, giving Mike a big smile and a wink. For the rest of the meal, they talked about everything except what they were both thinking about.
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Nanci sat on the couch in her living room waiting for Jack to come home. Since she was alone in the house, she was nude. The television was playing a low-key porn movie, almost just an erotic chick flick. They were hard to find, but Nanci had four in her collection. At that moment a slightly plump brunette was kissing a hunky older man while a younger man knelt between her legs and licked her pussy. The story line in the movie was trite, a woman and her husband seducing the neighbor's grown son, but the plot was just strong enough for Nanci to get into it. Usually Nanci would be riveted to the screen with her fingers stroking her clit by this point in the movie, but tonight she was preoccupied. Just then she heard the garage door go up. She turned so that she could see the kitchen door and waited.
"Nanc, I'm home." Jack hollered out as he entered the kitchen from the garage.
"In here, babe," Nanci said loud enough for him to hear.
"How was your day?" Jack stepped in the living room and grinned wolfishly at his wife.
She smiled at her husband. He wasn't a big man, actually about an inch shy of her five feet six inches and she out-weighed him by a good twenty pounds. Where her hair was short and black, his was long and stunningly white and he nearly always wore it in a ponytail when he went to work. It was in a pony tail now with a bright blue band tying it together. His petite frame and thin face were pretty and she always enjoyed looking at him.
