Wow, so many comments. Who knew that the subject of my wife becoming unprotected would interest so many other men. Lol. Thank you all for your serious and thoughtful responses. There's a lot to think on here. Thanks especially to Chaste4River, MrGlad, and Forget. I'm glad you enjoy the thread, and I hope you continue as part of the conversation. Minos, this is why you shouldn't disappear for so long.
I have too much other stuff to try to update on, so I can't reply to your questions right now, sorry. I'll try to get to them when I can. (I may have a lot of time on my hands Wednesday night while Min-Ju and her lover are cuddled up together in our bed... And that might be quite a time to revisit the question of another man shooting his sperm into Min-Ju's bare little pussy.)
I can say this. This risk of allowing another man to breed her is a very potent fantasy for me, and maybe even more potent for her. But it's not something we want, and we're both clear headed and controlled enough to make sure nothing happens that is truly risky. She does not want to have children yet, she has other things she wants to do with her life (other men?), and while she has an impulsive side, she's anything but rash. We have a tacit understanding that she might mislead me about how much risk she's really taking to spike my angst, but also that while she may nudge some boundaries she will not go too far, though the possibility she may go further than I, as the responsible one, may expect is part of the excitement. This is fantasy for us. Talk clearly gets us both very riled up. And pregnancy risk talk has been one of the drivers of our play for quite a while. A while ago, sometime, I mentioned how she teases me about why evolutionary biologists speculate the penis has a mushroom shape, so as to scoop out the weaker sperm of another man. Back when she was dating Caleb, she liked to tease me about how he had a big mushroom head on his cock. She teased me that he was the kind of man who would make sure his was the only sperm inside a woman. As he knew she had a boyfriend though he never knew the particulars of our relationship, she liked to tease me that when he fucked her he would talk about wanting to "take" her from her boyfriend and that he wanted only his sperm inside her. She also likes to tease that the way a condom wraps loosely means it would be useless to scoop out other men's seed, never mind the way it blocks mine from getting her. And she loves talking about "wasting" my cum on the floor or in the toilet, loves it because she knows the effect that has on me.
There is obviously something very primal for a man in that moment of planting his seed in a woman. Pinning her down and breeding her. There seems to be something even more primal (and freeing) for Min-Ju in the thought of being pinned down by another man -- trapped, taken -- and ****** to take his potent seed deep into her womb. It makes her cum, just the idea of it, just the talk of it. And what's most potent for her is that it's another man planting her, not her husband. It's something I wish she could tell me more about so I understood more just how that made her feel and how she experienced the idea. Maybe she's not ready yet, or maybe she's too scared what I will think, or too hard for her to face head on the way that must invoke the guilt of being a "slut" and a "*****," or maybe she just needs to keep some parts of her erotic life back as private, just for her, which is more than fair. For me, the idea of another man pinning my Min-Ju down, forcing her to give up her bare and vulnerable pussy, of him getting to have that rush of triumph from conquering another woman, another man's woman, is.. paralyzing.
All of this is to say that yes, the risk -- the specter of that word that hangs in the air even as we shy away from it, "pregnancy" -- is very potent. Myst is probably right that there is an element of addiction that comes with the risk, a desire to push just a little further, which feeds the rush. But we both want the risk. The trick is to find risk that fuels the mental fantasy while minimizing, well, the risk. Chaste4River, you wrote that "the only way to make it more erotic is if you don't get to be a part of the decision" and "whether you want her to be bred or not, it should be her decision." You're right. We've been trying to find a good game of chance that keeps me in the dark. To my surprise, my wife has come up with a rather devious idea. But if any of you have suggestions, speak up.
Tonight Min-Ju had to work late, picking up some extra classes so she can have the time off later in the week, so when I got home I decided to surprise her with a nice dinner. I made a big fuss about it, welcoming her home and urging her to take her shoes off and come sit down at the table while I finished up. I told her I would take care of washing her workout clothes later. Poured her a nice glass of red wine, and then we enjoyed dinner together. It's not uncommon for me to cook, we generally share all the housework, but this was beyond what I would normally do. She found it really sweet. She asked if this was because I was feeling submissive knowing I was being put aside for another man, which of course she knew it was. There was a swirl of different and conflicting emotions here that I don't have time to describe. At the end of the meal I told her to go rest, I would do the dishes. Min-Ju laughed and said, "Aw, I'm really starting to like this. Are you going to clean the house for me, too?" I said, "Yes, Princess. Tomorrow." "Princess" isn't a name we use often, but she clearly enjoyed hearing it. As I stood up to gather the dishes, the cuckold part of me who spends too much time online even thought of the frilly apron her mom gave her for the wedding that she never liked. It's not something I've really thought about before but I found myself wondering if she would like making me wear it along with my poor little cock in its cage while cleaning up the dishes.
When Min-Ju had come home, she had some store bags with her along with her yoga things that she was making a big point of hiding from me, so as I washed the dishes I noticed out of the corner of my eye that those bags along with my wife disappeared into the bedroom and the closed door. I have to admit intense curiosity as to what might be in the bags. It will likely be an easy matter for me to sneak in later and peak, though I'm torn about doing that. Asianboy, your suggestion about her wearing Hanbok made me laugh out loud. Min-Ju would hate that. She grew up constantly fighting her mom over "proper" ways to dress as a girl. So earlier, just to provoke a response, I suggested it -- and sure enough Min-Ju let out an indignant squeal and slapped me with her hands, crying out "W-h-a-t! No no no that's crazy." She was the spitting image of her mother in that moment and thought about telling her that, but I think she would have killed me.
When she got up to go into the bedroom and close the door, she came over to me at the sink, gave me a kiss, and tugged on my cage through my pants. "How does it feel knowing another man is coming to stay with me for the week?"
She also said that she wants me to pack my things tonight, to make it real. We both know it will be erotic to see the suitcase sitting in the corner by the door.
So I really do need to go. I need to pack. Things are getting very real.
