My name is Annie, and my husband, Bill, and I live in a bedroom community north of Orlando, Florida. We had been married for eight years at the time the main events of this story began, when I was thirty-two years old and Bill was thirty-eight. I met Bill through a friend when I was twenty-three, and he is kind, considerate, and loving, the opposite of my college boyfriend, who was emotionally abusive and uncaring.

My boyfriend took advantage of my submissive personality, and used me for his sexual pleasure, and that of his friends, and others. I will begin by briefly describing my experiences in college, which will give you a better idea of my mindset as the rest of the story unfolds.

I was a late bloomer in high school, and not socially or sexually active then. But by the time I went to college, to pursue my dual majors in secondary education and English, I had matured quite nicely. I was then, and still am petite, at five feet and four inches tall and weighing one hundred and twenty pounds. I have fair skin with some freckles, curly auburn hair, and green eyes. My breasts are 34Ds, my pussy is shaved smooth, and my ass is well-shaped and firm. Some people think that I look a little like the actress Amy Adams, which is flattering to me, except that I have bigger breasts.

My freshman year in college was very normal, as I settled in and focused on my studies; but things changed in my sophomore year. I started dating a junior, named Kevin, and he introduced me to the world of partying, drinking, and marijuana. He had a large group of slacker friends who partied all the time.

I was overly impressed by all of them at first, and wanted to be liked and to fit in. That’s when I discovered my submissive personality. Kevin was verbally abusive to me and took advantage of my naiveté to convince me to have sex with him and many others. I'm very hot looking, and he bragged about my beauty and sexy body as a badge of honor for himself. It enhanced his ego to be able to share me with others, and he loved to watch me being fucked.

Although I kept up my studies and grades, by the time I began my junior year, I was a total submissive, slut, party girl who was regularly fucking Kevin and eight of his friends. Kevin also whored me out to fuck the black boys who provided us with marijuana, so we could get the weed at reduced prices, or even for free many times. Those black boys loved fucking a fair-skinned, ginger cunt like me, and I love their big, black cocks.

Our partying was so sexualized, that I even had some brief lesbian encounters with a couple of the other girls that hung out with us and were fucking the boys too. I enjoyed kissing them, sucking their tits, and eating them out, but I still liked fucking the boys the most.

Kevin’s cock isn’t that impressive, maybe five inches long and thin, but several of his friends have nice, thick, seven-inch and larger cocks. The black guys are especially well-hung, with all of them having at least eight-inch cocks that're very thick. Fucking all those boys, who had no feelings for me, fueled my feelings of submissiveness, and I loved being used and degraded by them to suck their cocks and to be a fuck sleeve for them, fulfilling my role as their little whore and cum dump. I was virtually owned by Kevin, and I enjoyed all the sex. I can’t even begin to describe the amount of cum that I took into my mouth and pussy over that period.

Kevin should have already graduated but was still taking classes when I was in my senior year, and I continued to be used by him and his friends until I graduated. After graduation, and getting away from that environment, I began to realize how demeaning my situation had been, and I resolved to find a more nurturing relationship in the future. I still liked the feeling of being subservient to those boys, and I loved all the fucking, but maybe not quite as intensely as before.

I got a job teaching English in a high school north of Orlando, and lived in a small apartment as I got settled in. I also took on additional responsibilities as the faculty advisor for the varsity cheerleaders. I had never been a cheerleader, and I guess that I was trying to capture at least a sliver of that experience by advising them and being around them.

After teaching the first year, I was invited to a college football game by a friend of my family’s, who knew that I was still single. She invited Bill to be my blind-date, and I was thrilled to meet him. He’s six years older than me and lived near me in Orlando. I immediately fell for him, and he was everything that Kevin wasn’t to me. He treated me with respect and didn’t even try to fuck me until our fourth date.

Bill and I dated for about six months, and then became engaged. I felt compelled to tell him about my wild past, even my few lesbian encounters. I was afraid that he would be angry with me, and was surprised that he showed interest, and even wanted to know more. We were married on my twenty-fourth birthday, and then bought a modest home near my high school.

Bill’s cock is a little less than six inches long and thin, and although it is smaller than many of the cocks I had fucked in college, it's still okay, especially since he also loves oral sex. We had frequent sex, and he sometimes asked me to compare his dick to the larger cocks I had fucked. It did seem a little odd to me that he showed so much interest in their cock sizes. Even though I described some of the bigger cocks and balls in detail, I never tried to rub it in or make a big deal of the differences.

We started trying to have a baby when I was twenty-nine, after I had seven years of teaching under my belt, and we followed all the protocols suggested by my gynecologist. After trying for over two years with no positive results, we both got tested. We learned that Bill is infertile, and he would never be able to father our child. That news was devastating for both of us, and at different times we considered adoption, or even in vitro fertilization using donated sperm. We waited though, and kept trying to have Bill impregnate me, in the futile hope that the doctor was wrong, or that a miracle would happen.

The next couple of years were difficult, especially for Bill, who was full of self recrimination for being infertile. We still fucked, and he ate me out regularly, but he was feeling less and less like a man.

One night, right after we had fucked, and Bill had just finished sucking my pussy clean, his face was turning red when he said, “We’ve discussed the options of adopting or trying in vitro fertilization with donor sperm, but both of those alternatives are way too expensive on our salaries. Would you ever consider the possibility of using a donor the natural way?”

I could hardly believe what he was suggesting, and I asked, “What do you mean; me fucking another man and having him inseminate me? What gave you that idea, and who would you want to fuck me?”

He was even more red-faced as he responded, “Well, I don’t have anyone special in mind. Maybe we could look online to find someone who is desirable, healthy, and who would be agreeable to breeding you, with no attachments afterwards. Please don’t take offense, honey, but given all the fucking you told me you did in college, and how much you enjoyed they’re bigger cocks, what could it hurt to fuck another guy for the purpose of breeding you? We could look for a handsome guy with a big cock, since we both know that I’m not always able to satisfy you with my dick.”

I felt bad for Bill, since he must have been at a low point emotionally to make a suggestion like that. Or maybe, the idea of me fucking another man was turning him on for some reason. The idea of fucking a big cock again was very appealing to me, and I knew that once we got started, I’d want to fuck another man more than the few times, just to get me pregnant. I wanted to find out a little more about his motives, at the same time hoping not to look like a total slut.

So, I replied, “Wow, honey, this seems to have come out of nowhere. Is this all about me getting pregnant, or is there more? Have you been thinking that you would enjoy watching me fuck another man, and would you want me to do that for more than just me getting pregnant? You mentioned my college experiences. Have you been thinking about what I told you, and now you want to see for yourself? Think long and hard about this, because if we do it, I don’t think I’d want to stop.”

Bill was very nervous and embarrassed as he responded, “Well, yes, I…, umm, it’s just that I feel so bad for not being man enough to please you the way I should in bed, and for not being able to give you a baby. And, yes, I have been thinking about your active sex life in college, and fantasizing about what it would be like to see you fucking one or more men with big cocks. But then at other times, I feel bad for thinking of you in that way, and I’m very ashamed of myself. I’m so confused about all of this.”

I wanted to comfort Bill a little, and move closer to making his fantasies a reality, without appearing to be too anxious. I scooted down in the bed and rolled over against him, and began rubbing his dick as I said, “Oh, come on, honey, we’ve had a good sex life for the eight years that I’ve known you, and you're always able to satisfy me, one way or the other.”

Then I took a breath before continuing, “I’d be lying, though, if I said that the idea of fulfilling your fantasies is distasteful to me. Maybe we should think about it for a while before taking a big step like inviting another man or men into our bed. If you want to, we can begin fantasizing that you are different men as we have sex, and that way we can see if the thrill of it stays with us or diminishes.”

Bill was happy with my suggestion, and relieved that I wasn’t upset with him for suggesting that I cuckold him in the first place. We did begin to fantasize about Bill being other men when we had sex. Sometimes I would pretend that he was one of the teachers or administrators from my high school, and at other times I invoked some of the boys from college, including the big-cocked black boys.

Bill used a couple of fantasy surrogates from work; one being his horny, black, married boss, and the other being a handsome, single guy who had a reputation as a ladies’ man, and who bragged about fucking other men’s wives with his big cock.”

We continued our fantasy fucking for many months and became more and more absorbed in our characters as each month passed. And the amazing thing is that Bill seemed to get more turned on when we fantasized about his black boss and the black boys from college, than with the other men. He also made a big deal out of eating me out afterwards, as I teased him about eating other men’s cum from my just-fucked pussy.

The fantasies for me were very real, partially because the vice-principal that I sometimes used in our fantasies is a very handsome and sexy man, who flirts with me whenever we're together. And working with the varsity cheerleaders, who were all juniors and seniors, and at least sixteen years old, resulted in me being reminded of some of my activities with the black boys I fucked in college.

I tried hard not to be too strict with the girls, wanting them to feel comfortable with me, instead of seeing me as just another stodgy teacher. After being their advisor for several months, they began to confide in me, and even ask for my advice concerning issues they were dealing with in school and in their personal lives. That’s how I learned that several of the girls were sexually active.

Melanie, a very pretty junior girl, with red hair, an overall fantastic body, and big, D-cup tits, was especially close with me since she wasn’t comfortable talking with her mother about girl/boy issues. We even look a lot alike. Both of her parents worked long hours, and I sometimes talked to her after events when the other girls had left for home. I learned that she was dating a black boy, named Jeremy, one of the junior football players and a star on the team. She was usually upset since, although she had given her virginity to him, he treated her like a slut.

I knew Jeremy, since he was in one of my English classes. He's a smart boy, but was always fooling around with his black football friends, and not paying attention in class. I had been tutoring him at the request of the football coach, since Jeremy’s grades were dropping to the point that he might be suspended from the team. He always tried to flirt with me when I was tutoring him, and I just ignored his suggestive comments.

The thing Melanie told me that really struck a nerve was that Jeremy and his friends would get together to drink, and he took advantage of her by offering her to his friends to fuck and give them blowjobs. She went along with it since she thought she was in love with him, and she believed that he would love her too, if she did as he said. I of course knew better than that from my experiences in college. I must admit that it turned me on thinking about him sharing Melanie, just as I had been shared by Kevin.

I asked Melanie if she was taking precautions, and she replied, “I’ve been on the pill since I turned sixteen, but I also insist that Jeremy and his friends wear condoms when they fuck me. I want to be sure that they don’t impregnate me, and I’m also concerned about catching something. I think that Jeremy and his friends are probably fucking other girls. That’s okay with me, as long as Jeremy only has affectionate feelings for me.”

As Melanie shared more and more about her relationship with Jeremy, she confessed that one of the reasons she kept dating him is that she really enjoyed sucking and fucking the big, black cocks of him and his friends. I knew all his friends and had most of them in my classes. Sometimes when I told Bill that I was fantasizing about the black boys from college, I was really thinking of Jeremy and his friends, and wondering just how big their cocks are.

Bill and I had been fantasy-fucking for many months, and I was approaching my thirty-second birthday. I was anxious to move on and really fuck other men, or the black boys at my school, and I learned that Bill was feeling the same way.

One night we were just beginning foreplay, using his black boss as our fantasy proxy, when Bill said, “We’ve been fantasizing about this for a long time now, and I think that I’m ready for us to find a man to breed you. What do you think, honey; are you ready too?”

I was more than ready, and secretly very excited. I hoped to end up fucking Jeremy and his friends, but I continued to downplay it a little, and suggested a diversion, saying, “Yes, honey, I think that I am ready too. But how do we approach this? I don’t think that you want to risk your position at work by having me fuck your boss or a coworker, and it would be risky for me to fuck my school administrator or another teacher. I also can’t think of any of our friends who I’d want to fuck me. Maybe we should look online, to see if we can find someone suitable to breed me.”

We agreed to search online, and investigated Craigslist to find the best section for us to advertise in. It was arousing reading so many of the postings, and we finally decided that the casual encounters section, under the mw4m subsection would be the best place. It took a little while to write our ad, and we finally posted the following two paragraphs:

“Married Couple Seeking a Breeder: Fertile, 32-year-old wife, with an infertile 38-year-old husband, is seeking the right man to impregnate her. Must be handsome, physically fit, well-hung, intelligent, and be able to prove that you are disease and drug free. We will meet for you to inseminate her as many times as it takes, but there will be no continuing relationship after she is impregnated.”

“If you’re married and have children, we want to see pictures of them. If you’re single, we want to see pictures of your parents and siblings. Also, please include pictures of your cock, both flaccid and hard. We have attached pictures of her nude body. We can’t risk sending face pictures to a wide audience online but will provide them individually to potential breeder candidates. No limitations due to race or ethnicity. Please address each of our items of concern in your response.” 

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