'Accidents Will Happen' - an interesting story I found

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Here is an interesting I found (not my own).

Personally one of my favourites. While the use of humilation on the cuckold my not be to everyone's own personal tastes, I'm sure you will like the use of the humour in the story (which is why I like it so much):

ABSTRACT: A man's beautiful wife is accident prone, but it's rather
humorous how she also ends up becoming accidentally pregnant each
time she accidentally trips, slips, or falls downs.


It seems no matter how much she tries to avoid them, my
lovely voluptuous blond wife, Dot, is accident prone. She
keeps having accidental falls or body collisions with
people. If it's not in our bathroom, it's at the
supermarket. She's also had a fall at a furniture store.

These accidents started occurring not long after we
were married 12 years ago.

CHAPTER 1: THE EARLY DAYS: AT THE UNIVERSITY

Dot was the dream I never thought I could even get a
date with, much less end up marrying. She was very popular
with the guys on our college campus, but she said she liked
my innocence and optimistic outlook on life. I always
looked for the good in people, not the negative. She and I
became an item around campus. I soon became her steady
boyfriend. She however, still dated other guys. She
called them her part time boyfriends.

"James, my heart belongs to you, so you don't have to
worry about me being giving it to other fellows when I date
them. You're my soul mate. You're special to me."

Her words meant so much to me. She also told me she
had a weakness for the strong brawny type of men. I on the
other hand was a bantam lightweight and short.

She adored guys on the football teams and other
sports teams, including the local pro teams. Her weakness
was accepting dates with them. She asked for my
understanding. She told me how much it meant to be seen
with these men and quench her thirst to be near them
physically. She admitted after a while, she tired of their
crude, macho shallowness and efforts to treat her as a sex
object. That's why she said it was important for me to be
her steady boyfriend, and them her part timers. She also
said it was important for her to be able to count on me
and my professed love to her. For that reason, she
preferred I didn't date other girls. She wanted to be my
full time steady girl. She let me know that she wouldn't
tolerate me having part time girlfriends.

"Darling if you had part timers, then you'd be
treating me like I was a sex object, just like the jerks I
uncontrollably get a yearning to be with from time to time.
You love me don't you? You wouldn't treat me like
something to be used for a moment's pleasure would you? .
and then tossed away like a empty soda can."

I quickly let her know that I could never treat her
like that. I let her know she meant far too much to me for
that to occur. I knelt and promised my faithfulness to
her.

She and I dated about once or twice every two weeks.
The other time, her part timers took up most of her free
time. She had many, many dates. She was a very popular
girl on campus. There were whispers of many who called her
indecent names. I knew that others were probably jealous
of her lovely looks and being able to date all the top men
on campus. She was always going to some frat party or
another. I later learn she had an open invitation to all
the fraternity parties on campus as well as at a
neighboring college five miles away. Our campus is large.
There are over 25,000 students in attendance and over 15
frat houses. The other college has over 15,000 students
and I believe 6 frat house. Because of the lateness of many
of these parties, she often slept over afterwards.

Many times when we would be seen together, people
would look at us and whisper. It did my ego good, knowing
they were probably envious of us.

The subject of sex finally came up between Dot and I
after we had a steamy petting session one night, on a rare
date when she had a free evening from her part time
boyfriends . This was a year after we were going steady.

I awkwardly asked her to share and express our love
sexually. She kissed me and let me know that she wanted me
to come to our wedding bed a virgin - which I was, except
for the affairs I had with my hands.

I expressed my hunger for her and my desire to possess
her. She let me know that I sounded like I saw her only as
a sex object and not as the woman I loved. She made me
think. I apologized, but told her it would be so nice for
us to feel good together.

"In due time darling. I do love you very much, but
I'm so afraid that if I give myself to you, you'll tire of
me and leave me. That'd break my heart."

I assured her I wouldn't do so, or fall out of love
with her. I verbally expressed my love for her in so many
different ways, continually trying to counter every
objection she had to us broadening our sexual experience.
I was becoming rather frustrated. My poor prick was beyond
aching. It was burning for release. You see, the short
skirt Dot wore was up literally up to her waist so that the
skimpy panties she wore were very visible in the moonlit
car. She'd given up on trying to pull the hem down as we
sat there talking. This luscious sight did little to cool
my sexual adore for her.

However, the unexpected happened. Somewhere in our
talk the topic of her having sex with her part timers crept
in.
"So that's it? Just because I've occasionally been
too weak to resist the sexual advances of my part time
boyfriends, you think you should sex me too?"

`I-It'd be n-nice.' I meekly replied.
"You don't know how angry that makes me! I thought
you respected me more than that? Take me home right now!"

The moment was destroyed. I begged for her
forgiveness. I apologized profusely.

"Okay, I accept your apology. But we must agree that
you won't pressure me for sex and will wait until our
wedding night to have full sex."

`Full sex?' I asked quizzically.

"Well darling, I was waiting until the time was right
to let you know that I too wanted to have sex with you, but
.. well it's not quite what you had in mind."

I implored her to be open with me. She seemed shy of
telling me. I finally teased it out of her.

"James sweetie, I-I want you to . er, well love me
between my legs with your tongue. I-I guess what I'm
trying to say is that I want you to suck my pussy. There
I've said it."

I was speechless and caught off guard. There was a
moment of silence.

She explained that she always had the idea that the
man that truly loved her would do this for her and
masturbate himself until he could exercise his conjugal
rights after marriage. She however admitted that she would
still date part timers as well as sex them.

"That's okay. Maybe it's just a fantasy. I guess I
expect too much and have too higher standards for my dream
husband. Okay, lets go home since I can see you don't seem
interested."

`N-No, that's n-not it. I-I have never done that
before. I-I'd do it for y-you .. e-except I-I don't know
how." I replied stammering.

"You sweet thing. You're so cute. C'mon here. On
your knees. I'll teach you to love me that way." She said
kissing me on my forehead and then leaning back and pulling
her skirt well above her waist and quickly pushing her
panties off. Soon, I was staring into her moonlight
illuminated cunt. The warm musk scented odor arising was
so intoxicating. With a few cryptic words of guidance I
was licking and lapping her moist soft warm hairy pussy
meat. Soon she had my head pressed tightly to her vulva
opening. My face was covered with her warm wet juicy sex.
It was quite a delightful joyous feeling to be this way
with her. As I worked my tongue as deep as I could, all the
while sucking up mouthful after mouthful of her bountiful
pussy nectar, I discovered this was really nice. When she
was shuddering and moaning with the joyful pleasure of
orgasm, I felt so proud I was causing it.

Later afterwards, she urged me to free my aching prick
and jerk it off for her. She giggled and mentioned
something about my prick being the smallest she'd ever
seen. Wanting a release so bad, my mind and actions were
focused on getting off. I didn't need much urging. I
came just after a few strokes. She encouraged me on. We
had a wonderfully juicy kiss after I got off.

As I was driving her back to her dorm, I felt so more
in love. I knew we were so much closer than before.
Closer than close.

We saw each other more often after that night. More
frequently than during the first year of us being steadies.
She however still dated her part time steadies. Between
dates she'd have me love her with my mouth. About three
months later, she called me to pick her up from a frat
party at the neighboring college five miles away.

She met me out front. It was Three AM.

She French kissed me passionately after getting in the
car. Her kiss had a strange slightly sour and creamy, but
yet flavorful taste.

"I thoroughly enjoyed myself dear. All the fellows
were gentlemen, even though I was too weak to resist them
when they had me feel their big hard dicks."

`Y-You m-mean you s-sexed t-the whole frat house?'

"Yes, there were only 15 guys . but they were so cute
and so hard up." Her statement almost made me lose control
of the car as I turned on the road back to the university.

 

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About half way there she had me pull over onto a
wooded side road. My heart leaped and was full of
anticipation. I thought maybe she was going to let me
share what 15 other lucky frat brothers had enjoyed
earlier.

"James darling, it would mean so much to me and our
relationship if you'd love my pussy with your mouth now."

`Y-you m-mean w-with it f-full .'

"Yes, full of their cum. It would show me you're not
insecure about your manhood and that you do really love
me."

I countered with several reasons why maybe I shouldn't
and she did the same why I should.

"Well lets go. You're obviously not the man you claim
you were. I was wrong about you and your high ideals. It
won't be the first time I was wrong about a man. Lets go.
Take me back to the dorm. It's apparent you're going to
let a little cum from a few dicks spoil what we have. If
your love is so shallow just because I let the guys pull a
train on me, it means your love wasn't that deep to start
with."

I pleaded and tried to reason with her that me not
giving her head shouldn't terminate our relationship. She
dug in. "You either head your tongue in my pussy or we
head down the highway and never see each other again."

I gave in. I shared her delight from being at the
frat house. I tasted her jism coated cunt. The smell was
somewhere between gamy, and a strong pungent musk scent.
The taste was very creamy and gooey. There was a slight
after taste, but all in all the taste was rather palatable,
even if a little slimy. I had saved our relationship and
proved to her my true love, as well as that I wasn't
insecure about my manhood.

She was so loving and grateful for my actions and
promised her love to me. She let me know I was the man she
wanted to marry. I was so elated. It was worth the
aftertaste.

From that night on our love pattern had shifted to me
sucking her juicy gooey pussy after her dates when she'd
been fucked, which was at least three to five times a week.

"Remember darling, you have my heart even if I give my
pussy to others." Her words stuck in my mind as she
reminded me that she wanted me to remain a virgin until we
married, which we'd planned right after graduation.

"Darling you're only one who's sucking my pussy after
I've been sexed. I just wanted you to know that and to let
you know that's very special to me."

There were many rumors being whispered around campus
about Dot and how she put out so easily. However, I was
glad to know that I never heard a rumor about anyone else
sucking her cunt after she'd been sexed. I felt good about
her being true to me in that regard.

 

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CHAPTER 2: WE GOT MARRIED

After getting married, I was finally able to slip my
prick into her hot smoldering cunt. It was so juicy and
warm. I couldn't stay hard for more than a few seconds. I
was finally enjoying what hundreds of her part timer
boyfriends had previously experienced before. Through
practice and getting use to her, I've gotten up to two
minutes.. Her cunt seems to always be hot and juicy. Me
performing oral sex to satisfy her is always part of our
love making. I couldn't satisfy her otherwise.
Well now that it `s 12 years after leaving the
University. We have six kids and live in a nice
neighborhood. I have a good job and the pay is decent. We
are a happy family . However, I'm always worried about my
wife falling down or bumping into someone physically and
having an accident. Not only does she bruise herself each
time, but she often ends up pregnant. You see whenever she
falls or bumps into someone, it's always been a man and
somehow the man's penis gets *******. So when she falls
down or bump into these men, their cocks get trapped in her
hot juicy cunt and the unfortunate man can't hold back
long enough before extricating himself from my wife's sex.
As a result, he releases his sperm in her. It's so uncanny,
but it has always happened when she's off the pill and we
have been trying to make a baby.

I can attest to the juicy slippery wetness of her cunt
and understand why it wouldn't take much to penetrate her,
but the circumstances are what throws me for a loop.

The first time happened when the plumber was over to
do some work in one of our baths. Dot forgot he was there.
The floor was damp. She was wearing only a robe. He'd just
finished taking a leak and was about to zip up when she
opened the door. She slipped on the damp floor. He tried
to catch her. They both fell and got entangled. She said
she was horrified at how quick it all happened and how the
man's penis slipped into her so easily as they collided.
She said that by the time they were able to uncouple them
selves and come to their senses, the totally embarrassed
plumber had released a large quantity of his seed in her
womb.

I know her cunt was always juicy and well lubricated,
so I could easily see where such a thing could occur.
Luckily neither were seriously hurt. Dot sustained
some bruises. She showed them to me when I came home from
work that evening. They were in the form of reddish hand
prints on her shapely rear and her size 38 breasts where
the plumber had tried to catch her and separate the two of
them.

I consoled her and she told me not to worry. She said
she was sure she was already pregnant from me and that the
plumber's sperm wouldn't have a chance to impregnate her.
"After all honey, we made love two weeks ago, when I
was most fertile then. Remember?"

I assured her I didn't forget. Dot had determined her
most fertile time of the month and had me abstain from sex,
or jerking off, until then. She was even juicier during
this fertile period. We'd done this for three months
previously and she hadn't got pregnant. We both had been
through physical exams, so we both knew we physically able
to produce kids.

A month after the accident with the plumber, Dot
missed her period. We celebrated. We both never thought
anymore about the plumber until our first born arrived.
From the baby's facial resemblance, there was no doubt the
biological father was the plumber.

Dot was briefly heart broken. She apologized as well
as consoled me that our first born wasn't mine. However,
she quickly got over her sadness and became the doting
loving mother. I at first raised the issue of putting the
baby up for adoption, but I knew by her silence and the way
she held, cuddled and breast fed him, that I indeed was
going to be his daddy.

Dot persuaded me to invite the plumber over to see our
new son. I abhorred the idea, but she was insistent. I
caved in. It was so awkward for both of us to have the
real father present. Dot took it real well. I was
embarrassed the whole time, especially when my wife asked
that I take a picture of her, my son and the plumber.

The plumber promised any future work for free and that
he would frequently come by to check on things, sort of as
"preventive maintenance" in his words, as well as to see
"my son".
I should've said no, but free plu
mbing repairs is not
something to give up lightly, even for a little
embarrassment and awkwardness.
About two years later she had ano
ther accidental fall.

This time it was at the supermarket. It was in the produce
section. Again there was water on the floor. She started
to slip. The produce manager saw her and ran over to give
her a hand. As he arrived, she reached out for his hand,
missed it and grabbed his the top of his trousers at the
juncture of the belt buckle and zipper. Her pull brought
almost her full weight upon this area resulting in the
man's pants being ripped and underwear pulled down. After
his genitals were *******, he too slipped. Like the
plumber, he toppled precariously and ended up sexually
joined with my wife. As before, before they could untangle
themselves, the poor man's sperm had been released into her
again unprotected and naked cunt.

Occasionally, my wife gets the urge to wear no
panties. Unfortunately, this was one of those times.
She told me she was so glad that there were no
witnesses to this scene. Again, neither were hurt. My wife
had the same type handprint bruises on her as before. My
wife said the produce manager was able to secure his torn
pants with his belt and hide the rip by wearing a work
apron. She offered to pay for the damage, but he refused.
He offered to write up a store accident report for her
fall, but she said she was just too embarrassed. She said
they both were highly embarrassed.

Again this was during a period when we were trying to
have another child. Again she alleviated my worrying that
the produce manager had impregnated her. I felt better.
After all her most fertile period was two weeks ago and I
had shot my month's worth of pent up jism into her several
times. I too thought there was nothing to worry about and
soon forgot about the incident and warned my wife to please
try and be more careful.

Nine months later, she had twins. Again, time I saw
them for the first time, I knew we were both wrong again.
The produce manager had a fraternal pair of twins he didn't
know about.

Again, Dot looked at me with her big blue sad eyes and
apologized. She appeared devastated. However, after
handing me one and then the other, she got cheerful. She
started breast feeding them both. Her face brightened. I
brought up the issue of adoption. Again as with the birth
of our first born, she ignored me, not once but three
times. Only when I talked about the room decorations for
the twins did she acknowledge I was still there. I knew
this meant we had two more children in our growing family.
As with the plumber, Dot felt the produce manager
should know about the children.

"It's bound to come out, so we might as well let him
know so his feelings won't be hurt." I argued against
this. As I was doing so, the door bell rang.

"Honey, I was so sure you would want what I wanted, I
went ahead and invited him. I'm sure that's him now. If
you want me to send him away I will. However, I already
let him know he was the biological father." My wife said
with watery eyes.

I was even more upset now, but knew that it was
probably too late to do anything except as she desired.
As with the plumber, there was awkwardness and
embarrassment. Again, I took a photo of my wife and the
produce manager and "our new son and daughter".

The produce manager did seem like a nice chap and was
also embarrassed. This made me feel better about things
somewhat. After all, what was done was done. However, I
felt even better about him when he promised us free produce
items every week.

He was even nice enough to deliver the fresh fruits
and vegetables to our home. I suspected he did so to catch
a glimpse of the twins doing the deliveries. I had to
admit, we got the highest quality items too.

Life returned to normal around the house. She went
back on the pill as we coped with our growing family. I
was a bit sad that we had three kids and none were mine
biologically, however, with me being the eternal optimist,
I quickly got into the roll of being the loving dutiful
father. Both the plumber and the produce manager were
frequent visitors to our house, usually when I was at work.
However, Dot always filled me in on their visits.

 

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"Honey, you know since they both are really like part
time daddies, doesn't that also mean they're like part time
husbands, especially since they are the real fathers, and,
you know, do things for us and the kids?" My wife asked me
one evening after the kids were in bed and we sat watching
TV news.

`I guess you could say something like that, but it
doesn't make much sense. why do you ask?' I asked with a
puzzled look.

"W-Well dear, I was thinking that makes me their part
time wife, a-and, if it's my responsibility to have sex
with you because I'm your wife, doesn't that mean the same
thing for them?"

I couldn't believe what my wife was saying. However,
out of the past the concept of her part time boyfriends
came back like a thunderbolt.

`I think you're stretching things a bit Dot.' I
replied.

"It just seems like they're being cheated, you know,
by not having sex like we do since we're man and wife."
I applauded her for being sensitive to the situation,
but I assured her that she had no reason to feel guilty
that she was cheating them or that they were being deprived
of something that was rightfully theirs.

"I do feel guilty. I don't care what you say. I'm
feeling like I'm just not doing the right thing honey."

`The right thing?' I replied brashly. My patience was
being stretched on this matter. Couldn't she see I'd been
humiliated enough by her accidents and the fact that the
men knew the children were theirs. I lost it. I blurted out
what I was thinking.

"You're jealous, mean and you blame me for those
accidents. And here I thought you were a man secure with
your manhood. The one who always looked for the good in
others. You're not the man I married! Y-You're just a
sham!" Dot yelled as she ran from the room crying.
Her words and logic hit me in the face like a wet
towel. I sat and thought. I went to the bedroom where she
was on the bed crying. I held her and we talked. I
conceded that she was partly correct and she said she
understood how I might be somewhat humiliated by the
results of her unfortunate accidents.


"But darling, I love you. My heart will always be
yours. No one can ever take that away from you". She said
to me sweetly as she kissed me passionately. She then told
me that she felt bad about me not being feeling secure or
trusting her enough to share her pussy with the plumber and
the produce manager. "I'll still be your full time loving
wife, just like I was your full time steady in college." I
was worried she was going in that direction with this
discussion.

We talked some more. I wasn't able to alleviate her
of her guilt or to satisfy her that I was secure in my
manhood or that I trusted her to have sex with our kids'
real fathers. Knowing she wanted to do something about
this situation, I considered some options. Finally, we
compromised.

I agreed that she could asked the two men if they
wanted her to function as a part time wife, that is for
conjugal purposes. If they said yes, I was to go along
with the program. If not, then my wife's guilt would be
relieved and she would say nothing more about the matter.
We made really passionate love that night. I was
really tired out the next morning as I headed out to work.
But it was a very pleasant tiredness mixed with a fearful
anxiety. What would I do if the two men wanted my wife as
their part time wife for sex?

It was a busy day at work. I was glad. It helped keep
my mind off what was happening at home. A half hour before
leaving work, Dot called. "Honey, both of them agreed that
they did feel cheated and feel much better about things
now, especially since I have your permission to give them
some when they want me." I was silent as I let her words
sink in. She went on to tell me that they both had been
there at the same time when she asked them the big
question. They had a threesome. 'I-I see.' Was all I
could say as I stammered and fumbled with my words. 'I-I'll
be home a-after s-stopping by t-the hardware store.'
"Honey please come home first. I want to share their
love with you, you know like we did at the university.
I'd love for us to do that, please? That way I'll know
that you support sharing me and are not insecure about your
manhood or your role as a loving husband."

I arrived home. Dot was in the bedroom. Her mom had
the kids in the backyard playing. My wife greeted me with
a wet juicy kiss. Her breath had a musk type smell. I
knew she'd been performing oral sex. After a few loving
pleasantries, she guided my head between her statuesque
legs. There were cum stains on her inner thighs and her
hairy syrupy wet slick crotch reeked of an even stronger
odor than the faint odor that lingered in the room as I
walked in. There had been heavy sex performed here. It had
been a long time, but I was familiar with it all. I busied
myself proving that I was secure in my husbandly role and
manhood to the woman I loved and that I trusted and
supported her having sex with other men. Like riding a
bicycle after being away from it after a while, I got use
to the taste and flavor of multiple doses of mixed semen
and her tasty pussy nectar. I could tell by the way Dot
clamped her legs around my head and pressed my head tightly
to her that she was enjoying this much more than my normal
pussy eating. In a strange way I was pleased for her and

at being able to give her the pleasure she needed.
After I got her off twice, we hugged and she guided my
smaller hard-on between her freshly mouth douched cunt.
She was very juicy, warm and looser than normal. I knew
now I'd have to get accustomed to her sex being this way. I
lasted a little longer than my normal two minutes in her
but it was good knowing I'd truly satisfied my beautiful
full time wife. She revealed to the two men that they
couldn't lick her pussy after she'd been fucked. That was
reserved for her full time husband-me. Obviously she
considered this was a perk befitting the full time husband.
She said both agreed that they wouldn't infringe on my
territory. They would be satisfied to fuck and fill her
with their jism.

 

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`I wish you hadn't told them I-I was g-going to d-do
this for you afterwards.' I said in an irritated tone.
"I'm sorry if I did anything wrong." She said sensing
my mood. "The topic came about when I mentioned that I'd
plan on sharing the good time with you when you came home.
One of them said you were probably going to eat me out. I
didn't say you were, but I did ask them both, if you were,
did they mind. They both said no, if that's what you're
worried about honey. In fact they both seemed happy you
were going to eat their jism. They had big smiles on their
faces."

I tried to explain to Dot how embarrassing it was for
them to know I did that.

"You worry too much darling. Besides, they're just
like family. It'll be a family secret. Anyway, they both
seem to think it was right for you to do that. I didn't
detect any sort of disrespect in their voices."
I was speechless at her reply.

At dinner she was absolutely radiant, loving and
relaxed. My mother-in-law joined us for dinner and stayed
over night. After the kids were put to bed we three
watched the late news.

"James I've always thought a lot of you, but I know
now for sure that you're the right husband for Dot. You're
the loving and understanding man she's always needed. A
man who has accepted other men's children as your own and
also continue to share your wife with these same men. And
as if that wasn't good enough to show your you love her,
you aren't too humble to kneel and suck up after the men.
I'm proud to have you as my son-in-law." My mother-in-
law's words, even though well meaning, slapped me across
the face like an oak log. My face was red and flush. I
wondered now if it was on a billboard somewhere that I
sucked my wife's cum filled cunt.

"He's the greatest, mom. I just love him so." My
wife leaned over and kissed me as she spoke. "Just like I
told you, he's always been secure with his manhood even
back in our college days. He knows how to use his tongue
and is good at it. He knew back then that my heart would
always be his exclusively, no matter how many men he shared
my pussy with." She continued.

"That must why you two are so close and loving. Many
couples just don't have what it takes to keep the spark in
their marriage."

"You're right mother. I know James loves me, that's
why I didn't care how many guys I had sex with at the
university, he was the only one I'd let suck my pussy out
after I got fucked."

My eyes opened like an owl. Did my wife know what she
was saying sounded like?

"You really made a good catch Dot. It's hard finding
a good sucker." My face was again contorted as I raised up
stiff in the easy chair as I looked at my mother-in-law
not believing my ears.

"She meant pussy sucker dear, nothing more." My wife
interjected as she lovingly squeezed my hand, seeing my
face reflect my misinterpretation of what her mother was
implying.

The conversation drifted back to the news after that,
but before we three turned in for the night, Dot's mother
volunteered to come over and keep the kids occupied when
their real fathers came over to spend some time with my
wife. "And I'll also watch them when you want to be alone
and suck their daddies' cum from Dot's snatch too."

Dot hugged me as we walked to bed. She chuckled at
her mom's wording. I was still uptight, but Dot consoled
me and helped me overlook what was said. I complained
about her telling her mom many intimate details about us.
Dot apologized, for what it was worth, and ask for my
forgiveness. As she wrapped me in her arms I knew I
couldn't hold anything against her, for I too thought I'd
made a great catch too