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With so much talk of getting her pregnant, we ended up discussing it a lot, along with what would happen if she did.
Everyone has their own views, but Anna didn’t think abortion was right, and neither did I.
I assured her that if an accident did happen, then we’d raise the baby no differently from the other two.
The conversations quickly led into Anna, saying she wanted to have a third child. She’d been thinking about it for a while, so, after a week of talking, we agreed to start trying.
This would pose an obvious problem with her ‘extra marital’ activities, but she said she would limit contact to just a few guys and take precautions.
Anna told Brian and Dan. It was agreed that any virginal sex condoms would be used, but they would mostly do anal with her until I’d gotten her pregnant.
Anna is meticulous with planning for a baby. She charts her cycle, does ovulation tests, and so on. With our first, we got pregnant in the second month, and that was only because she’d made an error in calculations. For our second, it was at the first time of trying. She even had this theory of having sex before and after ovulation. If before, it would be a boy, after and it would be a girl. Or maybe the opposite way? I’ve forgotten. I’m still not sure that’s true, but that’s what she’d planned, and it had worked so far.
I believe it was around mid-August that we tried the first time, but a week later, she wasn’t pregnant, and still no positive result in the days that followed.
Around the same time as all of this, I received a message from Brian. He wanted me to drop Anna’s slave collar back to him. She’d worn it recently, and it was sitting in her underwear drawer. It was usually me that dropped stuff back to Brian, so this wasn’t anything unusual.
There was a lot going on back then. Things kind of got a bit crazy, so my recollection of the timeline might be a bit off.
I think it was a weekday evening when I returned Anna’s collar to him. I do remember that I’d popped to the shop to pick up a few things and told Anna I’d drop it off on my way back home.
I knocked, Brian answered, and I was invited into his living room.
Sitting on the sofa was John, beer in one hand, joint in the other. The room stunk of stale booze and weed. John had a big grin on his face.
“Take a seat, Mark.” Brian said to me after I’d handed the collar over.
Brian sat in the armchair, so the only free spot available was on the sofa next to John.
I’d developed a decent relationship with Brian over the months. We had a mutual understanding, and while we all played the game that he was in charge, he never crossed the line. We all understood our roles and only occasionally had we needed to discuss boundaries.
I’d been a bit pissed off with him after the incident in the woods. The one Anna had after seeing the last client. While she had thoroughly enjoyed herself, I told Brian that it could have easily turned into something bad. Anna didn’t always have the best judgement. She had a habit of letting herself get carried away, and if this was going to continue, then he needed to take much better care of her. If not, if anything that risky happened again, then it would all have to stop.
He actually agreed off the bat. He was quite pissed off himself that it had happened. He told me that he knows that he’s responsible for her safety and admitted that he made a stupid mistake. The admission took me off guard, and I realised that while he might not care for her as much as I did, he certainly held her safety as a top priority.
Since then, Anna would only have one on one meetings at someone’s house or a hotel. Brian would vet anyone she was going to be alone with. Anything outside of that and Brian would always present. The only exception was her time with John or Dan.
While I’d become reasonably comfortable with Brian, John was a different matter altogether. He just gave me the creeps. I understood why Anna enjoyed sex with him. He was, basically, a dirty old pervert. Crass, rude, kind of disgusting looking.
He was also arrogant and selfish. The kind of guy that Anna really loved to get fucked by, but certainly not someone I wanted to spend any time with. But, conversely, the way he looked at me, and talked to me, always got me hard. It was the blatant humiliation.
He had this smug “I’ve treated your wife like shit and she enjoyed it,” look on his face. He looked at me like he was better than me. That because he did what he did to Anna, that made him higher in the pecking order. We both knew what he was thinking, and we both knew he was right.
I sat down on the opposite end of the sofa to John. Brian was about to speak but John interrupted him.
“Let me tell him,” John said to Brian.
Brian smiled, “No problem. It’s your find after all.”
John looked at me wearing a very insincere look, “I’m very sorry to have to tell you this, fag, but it seems like your precious Anna has been hiding things from you.” He started grinning, “From all of us, in fact.”
Brian joined in, “As you know, John’s a bit of, er, shall we say, “connoisseur” of pornography.” He paused to spark up a fresh joint, “It seems that during his extensive searches he came across something quite unexpected.”
“What the fuck was going on?” I was thinking to myself. “Porn? What has this got to do with Anna?”
The first thing that initially popped into my head was that someone had recorded her and put it on the Internet. Or, maybe, one of the guys who’d filmed her dogging had posted it. Would Anna be upset or turned on?
“Yes, ha!” John took over with a laugh, “Very unexpected! You see, it seems that our Anna has a bit of a past.”
My heart was beating as an idea of what they were talking about formed in my head. Was there an amateur porn video of Anna with an ex out there?
“There I was, busy searching for young Russian girls who like to get butt fucked, when I come across a video that looked remarkably like your wife.” The look on John’s face was a mixture of contempt for me and pure lust at what he’d discovered. “Of course, I took a look. Who wouldn’t want to see a girl who looked just like that slut getting fucked in a porno?”
“It turns out,” Brian interjected, “that the reason why she looked so much like Anna was because, well, it was Anna.” Brian took a pull on his joint and watched the smoke he exhaled spread across the room.
“What?” I said with a croak, “Are you sure? That doesn’t seem possible.”
John laughed, “Oh, it’s much better than that! Turns out she was quite the little porn star back in the day. Take a look.”
John picked up the remote that was sitting in between his legs, and turned the TV on. Brian had connected the TV to his computer. It showed a paused image of an x hamster page, ready to play something.
Brian got up and walked to his computer. I saw the cursor move around on the TV as he hit play.
The girl looked just like a young version of my wife. She was in a white room with a BDSM frame. She stripped then turned around. My jaw almost hit the ground. There, clear as day, was Anna’s distinctive tattoo on her lower back. It was my wife.
I looked at John. He was grinning ear to ear, looking straight at me, reveling in the look on my face.
Brian played the first 5 minutes or so. A guy wearing a balaclava caned her ass, whipped her a bit, then put a collar on her and walked her like a dog. I couldn’t take my eyes off the tattoo. It was identical.
Then he closed it, went to the search bar and typed in “Anna” and a different surname, which I assumed was her porn name. Loads of videos came up. None of them were your typical amateur boyfriend/girlfriend stuff. Instead, it was all professional porn of various qualities.
“Looks like she did it for a number of years. Google brings back even better results.” Brian said from his computer.
He clicked another tab, showing me a Google search of the same porn name.
“She’s a right dirty fucking cunt,” John said, “I’ve watched quite a few. In most she takes it up the ass. Proper slag.”
Brian came back and sat down. For some reason my cock hadn’t gotten hard. I think the shock had left me a bit numb. I was struggling to believe it. What the fuck was going on? If I hadn’t seen the tattoo, I would have just been amazed at how much alike they were. Probably have wanked off myself at home, imagining it was her.
“Shit,” I said, “I, I’m not sure. It must be a coincidence? I don’t understand. I’ll ask her when I get home.”
“You’ll do no such fucking thing, faggot!” John barked at me, “We’ve got plans for that dirty whore. Keeping secrets like that. Yeah, we’ve got something fun in mind.”
I looked from John to Brian. John licked his lips as he grinned, and Brian just had a slightly amused look on his face.
“You see, Mark,” Brian said, sitting back to carry on smoking his joint, “In all the time I’ve been fucking her, Anna has had one thing that’s always turned her on.”
He paused to look at me.
“Breeding.” He said, simply. “Now here you are, trying to get her pregnant, and this little gem falls into our lap. Seems like fate to me.”
I could hear my heart beating in my ears. My cock had suddenly sprung to life. I could feel it growing at Brian’s disgusting suggestion.
“This is what we’re going to do.” Brian continued, “We’ll give you one more month. One more month to get her knocked up. After that, we’ll take over.”
“Definitely,” John added.
“It will take me a month or so to find the right guys anyway. If you haven’t managed it, then come November we’ll see if we can help.” Brian stubbed his joint out in the ashtray, “Not me, though. I don’t want some kid of mine running around out there, but I’m sure John will want in?”
“Damn right,” John said, staring at me, soaking in my reaction. “I’ve wanted to get that bitch pregnant since I first had her eat my ass.”
I blushed at that and John laughed.
“I want all the details of her cycle, Mark,” Brian pressed on. “When she starts her period, when she’s ovulating. Does she take those piss tests to find out if she’s ripe?”
“Yes,” I said in a very quiet voice. My cock was rock hard.
“Tell me when she’s doing that and the results. I’ll organise a small, select group, 2 or 3, who want the opportunity to impregnate an ex porn star.” Brian stood up, “Now, message Anna. Tell her you’re having a smoke here, that I insisted, and you won’t be home for an hour or so. Go on.”
I did what Brian said, confused as to why. Hadn’t he told me everything he wanted? Showed me enough? I wanted to get home and fuck Anna.
My phone beeped with a reply from Anna. She said it was fine and to be quiet when I got home, not to wake the kids up.
“Go with John. He’s got a few videos of Anna he wants you to see.”
I followed John through the kitchen and out the back door. John was still smoking his joint, but threw his beer in the kitchen bin as we passed it.
We went through the back gate, then into his back gate, and into John’s kitchen.
His house was the same layout as Brian’s, except everything was in reverse. Plus, it was nowhere near as tidy as Brian’s.
My mind was reeling. I couldn’t get the image of a young Anna being whipped and caned out of my mind. That tattoo. It was impossible. But what are the chances of a girl who looked identical to Anna also having the exact same tattoo?
John locked the back door and took me into his living room. He had a huge TV on the wall, but instead of a computer being on a desk in the corner like Brian’s, he had one haphazardly set up under the TV.
He had a sofa square on to the telly with a coffee table in between. The table had an ashtray full of joint stubs with ash scattered around it. Everything looked like he hadn’t bothered tidying up in over a week.
John turned on a lamp in the corner and sparked up a new joint.
“Here,” he said, passing it to me.
Took a few drags. I’d not had weed since I was 18 and it hit me hard. Meanwhile, John had turned the TV on and started playing a scene where Anna was getting fucked on a rowboat.
I just stared at it.
“Quite the little slut, isn’t she, fag?” John said, taking the joint off me.
I just nodded, unable to stop watching.
“Take your clothes off.”
It didn’t register at first, but I looked at John and he had turned and was busy stripping off himself. He turned, topless, still in his joggers, and looked at me.
“Are you deaf? Take your fucking clothes off.”
I started to undress, leaving my clothes in a pile against the wall.
John had already completely stripped and was sitting on the sofa, watching Anna bent over the edge of the boat getting fucked.
I hesitated, then moved around to sit at the other end. John was sitting just left of the middle.
“No, no, sit there,” he pointed at the spot right next to him.
My cock had gone soft, despite what was on the TV, and I felt incredibly exposed and embarrassed.
“This is shit, here, let me find a better one.” John stood up as I sat, moving past in front of me, his bare hairy ass going past my face.
He was very hairy. Just as Anna had described, but his cock and balls stood out because it was the only part shaved amidst a mass of that thick hair. Unlike mine, John’s cock was very hard.
He closed the video and went to Google. He typed something like “Woodman extreme anal Anna” and clicked on the first link. It was already purple, so I guessed he’d already watched it.
Before he sat back down, he put his phone on a selfie stick, which turned into a small tripod, and placed it on the coffee table. He came around, adjusted it so the picture had us both in it, then hit record.
The ‘movie’ had already started to play. Anna was being interviewed by the camera man and there was a woman translating. Anna spoke Russian and this guy spoke English, but he also had a heavy French accent.
John passed me the joint.
“You better do your job next month, fag,” John said to me as we watched my wife being interviewed, “because if you don’t, I can guarantee that it’s gonna be my seed that gets her knocked up.”
My cock started to get hard.
John smiled at me, “Go on, take another hit.” I did, “I’ve wanted to get that slut pregnant for so long. Fuck. The idea of my baby growing in her belly? I’ve wanked off to that so many times. Turns you on, yeah?”
John was looking from my cock to my face.
“Yes,” I replied quietly. I was also bright red. I couldn’t believe he was filming this.
“I’ve always wondered? What does it feel like?” John asked, “To be married to such a dirty cunt? I couldn’t do it. Knowing so many different men had their hands all over my woman? All those different cocks buried in her. No condoms. Fucking disgusting. I don’t know how you can do it.”
John was smirking at me, enjoying the reaction he got from his humiliating words.
We watched for about 20 minutes as Anna was interviewed. John made little comments throughout. About how many times he wanked off after first finding her porn online. The different sex sessions he’d had with her. How he degrades her and how much she loves it. I was incredibly stoned and rock hard.
“Anna says you eat all the cum out of her pussy and ass? That true?”
“Yes,” I replied, face reddening up again.
“Fuck, that’s fucking humiliating. Eating another man’s jizz out your wife’s cunt? Bet you love it. Bet you’ve eaten loads of my spunk? Eh, fag?” John looked at me and laughed, not wanting an answer.
The movie progressed. The interpreter had left and Anna had stripped off. I watched as this guy got her on the bed and started kissing her. If I hadn’t been so stoned I probably would have cum from just that.
I watched as Anna sucked his cock and then ate his ass out. It was disgusting, embarrassing, and arousing.
It moved on to Anna being fucked roughly up the ass. For anyone who didn’t know her, it might have looked like it was hurting her, but I knew better. She was loving it. I kept hearing the guy call her “sobaka,” which is Russian for “dog,”. It was so hot. I’d heard those screams many times before.
“Sniff this,” John had picked up a small black bottle from the table. It was probably no more than an inch and a half in height.
He brought it up to my nose and closed one of my nostrils. I gave it a quick, short sniff. It smelt weird. Like chemicals.
“No,” John said, “Like this.”
He demonstrated, holding it to his nose and taking a long deep sniff. The little I’d already had was already making my head pound.
He held it up to me and I copied what he did. After maybe a second I suddenly got a massive head rush, it felt so weird, almost out of body. I sat back, head buzzing, listening to my wife getting fucked on camera.
“Yeah, ride it. Ride it while you watch your bitch get ass raped.” John said, then put the bottle on the table.
My head was still pounding from it when John said, “Kneel down here, just here.” He pointed to the floor in front of the sofa, in between the coffee table.
I slid off on to my knees and John shuffled to the middle, so I was kneeling in between his legs, watching the TV.
John put one foot on the table as I knelt in front, my back to him. We watched for 5 minutes, smoked a bit more, and I knew that John was wanking his cock behind me. I could just tell from his movements and heavy breathing.
“Fucking look at her, you see her, dirty little slag. Your married to a filthy fuck toy, you know? I’ve cum in every hole of that dirty cunt.” John’s breathing was getting heavier, “God, I’m gonna breed that fucking whore. She’s gonna be mine. That cunt’s all mine. Uughh…”
He stopped his movements, breathing hard behind me. I just stayed still.
“Yeah, fuck, that was big one. Go get me some kitchen roll, fag.”
I stood up, my cock still hard, but not wanting to look at John, and went to the kitchen. I found the roll and brought the whole lot back to him. He was slumped back on the sofa, three huge shots of cum over his stomach and chest. I held out the kitchen roll.
He looked at me, not a hint of shame on his face, “What? Fucking clean me up then, prick.”
With my face burning I used the roll to clean his cum up, trying not to let any get on my fingers. He kept pointing to bits I’d missed, then squeezed out what was still in his cock. I cleaned the lot, and as I turned to go back to the kitchen, John leaned forward and stopped the recording on his phone. I’d totally forgotten about that.
I returned to the living room, to the noises of my wife’s sex screams coming out of his TV.
“Go on, you can fuck off now.” John said, his eyes glued to the TV as he smoked another joint.
I got dressed and quickly left, totally confused as to what had just happened.
Even though Brian’s is literally 2 minutes drive away, I still shouldn’t have driven. I quietly entered my house and went upstairs. I was so stoned, paranoid that I’d wake the kids.
Fortunately nobody woke up as I crept across the landing into our bedroom. Anna was fast asleep. I stripped off and climbed in bed.
I pulled the quilt cover down and looked at her. She was sleeping on her front, naked, with that glorious ass now on show. My eyes went to her tattoo. I vividly recalled seeing it in every movie I’d watched that night. I ran my finger tips over it.
I paused, then bent down and slowly licked across. Anna wiggled her ass a bit. Next I groped that. First running the palms of my hands over the curve of her cheeks, then squeezing. Her ass was perfect. Firm, round, no hit of cellulite on her long slim legs. Even mid-thirties, after two kids, her ass was incredible. I leant down and ran my tongue over her perfect behind. Squeezing, kissing, licking.
Anna’s legs parted, so I got behind, opened her cheeks up, and started to gently lick her asshole. I licked it all over, drenching it in my spit, bringing my hand up to her pussy. As I touched her, discovering she was wet, Anna pulled her legs right up, pushing her ass back against my face, quietly moaning.
I turned her over, kissed up her stomach, her nipples, to her neck, then pushed my tongue hungrily into her mouth. As we kissed, Anna’s hand went down to my cock, positioning it to enter her pussy. I grabbed her wrist, then the other, and put them over her head. Moving up to sit over her face, I watched as she sucked my cock, her eyes still closed, her movements slow and sleepy.
Then, I turned around, lowering my ass to her mouth, pushing back against her. She greedily ate away at me. I could hear her gently groan as she licked her tongue all over my hole. I rubbed it up and down over her face. Anna reached under and started wanking my cock as her tongue worked away.
I got off and turned her over. She watched, silently, as I reached across and took the lube out of the bedside table drawer. Squirting a big load of it onto my fingers then rubbing it on her ass.
At that point Anna reached back and grabbed my wrist, “Wait, what if we wake the kids?” She whispered to me.
“Then you’d better keep you fucking mouth shut,” I whispered back, removing her hand from my wrist.
Anna parted her knees a bit, opening up, letting me rub lube all around her hole. She gasped and bit down on the pillow when she felt the two fingers I shoved up her, working them around, stretching her open.
I let her watch as I held the lube bottle upside down, above my cock, and just let a line of it run over the head.
Without rubbing it in I got behind her, opened her cheeks, and just pushed, balls deep, right up her slutty ass.
I put one hand on her throat, the other over her mouth, and fucked her. Hard and slow.
After a few minutes the bed had started creaking, so, not wanting to wake the kids, I dragged her out of bed, and laid her face down on the floor.
I went straight back in. Hands over her mouth and squeezing her throat. I fucked her deep and hard. I whispered in her ear as I raised my hips up to then slam back down.
“You’re such a dirty bitch. I wonder how many men you’ve let fuck your ass? I bet you’ve lost count?” I was trying to stay as quiet as I could, which made it all the more intense. “Well it’s my fucking ass now. I’ll use it whenever I feel like it. It’s the least you can do for being such a dirty whore.”
Anna’s hand had moved in between her legs. She was grunting into my hand every time I pushed into her. Her eyes were wide as she looked back at me.
“You should be thanking me. Not many guys would marry such an easy slut. Are you grateful? Are you? You fucking should be.”
Anna nodded her head. I watched her eyes roll back as she tensed up, her asshole clenching hard around my cock. Her body went rigid as she let out a deep moan, muffled by my hand tight over her mouth. I squeezed her throat hard as she came, then released my own orgasm.
I must have pumped 5 or 6 loads into her ass, holding on tight to her as I did.
We lay panting on the floor for a while. I was drenched in sweat. My body felt sticky against her. I let go of her, moving my hands down to run my finger tips up and down her thighs and side, while she was still pinned underneath me. Anna’s hand came up and around to stroke my cheek.
I pulled out and we climbed into bed. Anna laid across my chest as we both recovered.
“I guess John must have shown you some of the videos he’d taken of me?” She whispered.
Her hand was gently cupping my balls.
“No. He just talked about you a lot. You know what he’s like. The types of stuff he says.”
She moved down and started sucking my cock. It took a few minutes to get hard again.
I laid back as she gave me a nice sloppy blowjob. Not too much deepthroat, keeping it quiet, but very wet. I closed my eyes and thought of her in the porn movies. All those different videos. So many different men. I was remembering that Woodman guy calling her “sobaka,” when I came in her mouth.
10 minutes later and we were fast asleep.
The next two weeks went by so fast. She saw both Brian and John that weekend, both of them taking turns on her mouth and ass, leaving her pussy alone.
I let Brian know when she was ovulating. I fucked her multiple times a day over a five day period, desperately trying to get her pregnant. But, September had come and gone, and every pregnancy test was negative. Her next ovulation cycle was going to be around the 9th, 10th, and 11th of November. I should have lied to Brian, but I didn’t.
Brian put in another sex ban at the end of September. He told Anna to send the kids to my mums on the 10th of November, saying he had something special planned. He also arranged another ‘boys night’ on the 9th, which consisted of me getting stoned at Brian’s and sleeping in his spare room. He wanted to make sure I wasn’t fucking her.
Anna was a bit annoyed, knowing we were supposed to be trying again that weekend. That, along with her having no sex with anyone since September, made her a bit frustrated and testy. To make it worse, Brian had banned her from masturbating since Monday.
She told me I wasn’t allowed to wank off either. That she wanted my balls full for when she got home on the Friday after whatever Brian had arranged.
I almost told her, multiple times. About the porn, what Brian had planned, but the words just never came out. I just watched each day tick by, getting closer and closer.
Suddenly, it was Friday and my mum was putting the kids in the car to go to hers. I was seriously hung over from how much I’d smoked the night before and I felt sick to my stomach.
Anna went upstairs to get ready and still I said nothing.
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