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My wife Julie and I have been married for 12 years.

We have eight children and she is currently pregnant for

the eighth time. Yes that's number nine in the oven. One

of the previous seven pregnancies was a set of fraternal

twins, hence the eight kids.

Our family is rather large for a modern family, but we

are quite happily married and the kids add another loving

dimension to our relationship.

My wife and I, like many married couples, have had our

little differences and spats over the years, but overall

there is a deep love between us. Our marriage has even

survived her having several affairs behind my back. In

fact she's had over thirty-eight affairs since we've been

married. Seven of these affairs are responsible for our

eight kids. She has steadfastly refused to have abortions

after having been inseminated by other men. She's carried

all her illicit adulterous pregnancies to term. Hence, our

eight lovely kids.

She is also currently pregnant as a result of another

affair. This will be adulterous affair baby number 9 for

us.

You might ask, how could she love me and have other

men's children?

I say easily. After all, if she didn't truly love me

then why would she come back to me carrying the result of

their lovemaking?

My friends have questioned me on this and they don't

seem to get it. I see it simply as a matter of me being

the better man. The man who wins her back after her other

lovers have failed in their bid to get her to leave me. As

a result, I get the baby, or babies as the case maybe,

after they've inseminated her. To me, that's proof of my

ability to win my wife back, even though they may have

seduced her. After all, doesn't it make a man look bad

when he knocks up another man's wife, and the wife returns

to her husband with that man's baby in her? In my way of

thinking it does. Well, I've made seven previous wife

stealers look bad and I'm working on number eight, but more

about that later.

Luckily, each time I discovered the affair was when

she was in the phase of trying to make up her mind whether

to stay with me or leave me for her current lover. As a

husband, you always have to be on your guard for such signs

of trouble in your marriage.

Since I use condoms as our birth control, I assumed

there was a condom failure when the first pregnancy was

made known to me. I of course was happy, and jubilant.

She then broke the news to me that it wasn't the condom I

wore that failed, but that of another man she was having an

affair with.

I was of course devastated by such news, as she

revealed the sordid details of her extramarital affair and

how she came to become pregnant.

"Honey, he simply swayed me into being his sex toy.

After the first one busted, he simply refused to use them

anymore. You know I don't like the pill either. Plus he

demanded I not use any protection and said he was intent on

taking me away from you dear. He wanted me to have his

baby. I was just overwhelmed by his charm and good looks

darling."

I looked at my wife as if she'd lost her mind.

However, I'd heard of men who can have that kind of

influence on women, who otherwise should be able to resist

their advances.

"Jason honey, I hope you understand. However, I see

you two as being in competition. I love both of you, but I

want to continue making love to both of you until I make up

my mind." My wife said softly as she held my hand.

The only good thing about her being pregnant was that

I at least got to put it in without those clumsy rubbers.

In fact, come to think of it, those are the only times I've

gotten her raw and wet is after other men have got her

knocked up. Well, anyway, back to my story.

Throughout our marriage, after each time she got

pregnant, She'd tell me almost the same story. However,

the theme boiled down to me being in a head to head

competition with her current lover at the time.

I knew what I had to do. I simply had to win my wife

back. I loved her too much to lose her. I'd never be able

to get a woman as beautiful as Julie to marry me again or

one that was so emotionally compatible as we were. I had

to resort to all the tools at my disposal.

In regard to the first affair and pregnancy, I knew

that my competition was quite a sexual athlete. Julie had

told me all about how well he was hung, as well as how much

cum he shot off and about his stiffness longevity. There

was no doubt, I knew that I had to pull out all the stops

to beat him out. There was one thing I knew, I didn't

think he knew. That is, that my wife loves to receive

head. Besides, I love eating her succulent pussy too.

With that combination, I was sure I was close to the finish

line before her lover even knew it.

She'd also revealed that he never licked her pussy.

I'm not that endowed in the prick department anyway,

so I'm sympathetic to the fact that my lovely Julie might

be swayed by a guy with a bigger rod - one longer and

thicker than my four and three-quarter inches - and who can

last longer than three minutes in her hot juicy cunt.

However, I was in a battle to win. To make sure of

that, I made sure I kept my face in her crotch as much as

possible during this period of intense competition with her

lover.

I even had to adjust to giving her head after she'd

come in from dates with him. She'd come in the wee hours

of the morning looking disheveled, well fucked, and put

away wet and sloppy. However, not to be deterred from my

objective, I'd go down on her time she came in. Yes, I

ended up tasting and eating her lover's residual jism still

clinging to her pussy bush and cunt walls. However, she

admitted, the orgasms from my mouthing her at these times

were supreme. She later confessed to me that she was not

only impressed by my willingness to go down on her used,

freshly fucked muff, but that it was so good to feel her

lovers thick oozing leaking sperm being sucked up and eaten

by me.

"Darling, it takes a special man to do what you've

done. Anybody can fuck a pussy, but it takes a special guy

to eat out a snatch after it's all gooey and creamy from

another man's cum. Darling I love you. You've proved to

me that I know you're the better man for me. I love you."

My wife said to me after she was entering her fourth month

of pregnancy with her lover's child.

She asked me to, and of course I agreed to accept the

baby as ours and swore that I'd make no difference between

it and any of ours, when we'd eventually have our own

children.

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She asked my permission to let her lover come to our

house so she could tell him it was over between them and

that she was going to stay with me. She wanted me there.

Victory is so sweet.

When he came over, he and I met for the first time. He

was quite handsome and well built. His grip was quite

strong. I even winced in pain after he shook my hand. I

took that was just a silly juvenile gesture of a defeated

man.

My wife wanted privacy to break the news to him, so

she took him to our bedroom, while I was left out looking

at TV.

They were in there about an hour and twenty minutes.

I surmised from the moans and other noises emanating from

the direction of the bedroom, that they were having a last

goodbye fuck.

"Well, you won out you lucky devil. You get to keep

her and the baby I put in her." Her handsome stud said

snidely as he emerged from the bedroom hallway.

As he was heading toward the front door on his way

out, he told me "You can go tend to your wife now that I've

finished fucking her."

I quickly rushed to my wife. She had a dreamy look on

her face and was lying back with her legs still parted.

Her well-manicured bush was simply a mess. Her cunt lips

were well stretched, reddish, and oozing his thick milky

goo. Again I recognized the signs of her being well

screwed by her better-endowed ex-lover.

"It's over darling. I'm all yours again. You've won

me back. Come give me a victory kiss." Julie said as she

gestured for me to embrace and kiss her.

Her breath reeked of semen and her mouth tasted like

it'd been on her ex-lover's cock. But other than that, it

was a super kiss, made sweeter by the fact that I had

persevered and won her back.

She then required me to have one more taste of

victory, that is her slimy cunt as she guided my head

toward her sloppy sperm sodden twat.

During the next year, our married life was blissful.

We went through the joys of seeing her swell up even more.

We enjoyed the birthing class visits and finally the baby

was born.

The baby, a boy, was the spitting image of her ex-

lover. I went along with her wanting the baby's Christian

name derived from that her ex-lover's first name. The

baby's middle name was a combination of her ex-lover's

first names and mine. Of course, the baby was to carry my

last name.

Our first born was somewhere between six and seven

months old when I had suspicions, but no proof, that my

wife was drifting back into wandering from her marital

vows.

I didn't want to seem paranoid, but she seemed to be

spending an awful lot of times out with her girlfriends

while I was home babysitting our new son. She'd come in

the wee hours of the morning looking haggard and well, for

lack of a better word, used.

I also didn't say anything about the fact that I

suspected that I was sucking out what tasted a lot like

traces of another man's or men's jism out of her juicy

pussy when she straddled my face.

During this entire time she insisted I still use

condoms, which I hated. However to keep the peace with my

beautiful wife, I continued to use them.

She knew, as I knew, I was not in a strong bargaining

position in this marriage and would not be confrontational

with her. Well to make a long story short, it was deja vue

all over again. However, this time I noticed the slight

but perceptible bulge in her tummy, but waited for her to

tell me about the affair.

Also, when she confesses about the lover that's

recently impregnated her, she generally comes clean and

tells me about the men she's been with before him, that

didn't knock her up. These generally are all the men she's

had affairs or flings with since her previous pregnancy.

Most of them are new lovers, however, she was honest enough

to admit having rekindled the flame with a few old lovers

too. However, she also stated it was mostly a one night

thing with them.

She's also had affairs with the gas and water and

electric meter readers, several postmen and other

deliverymen, as well as the garbage men. She also

confessed to giving head to numerous policemen to cancel

out speeding tickets.

"Honey, I really don't count those as affairs, after

all it was to save us money." She said with an air of

seriousness during her confession.

I won't bore you, the reader, with further details of

her story, but just as in the past, I found myself in

competition with another handsome stud, number eight in

fact. As with all the others before him, he had the edge

over me in the humping department. However, like the

tortoise and the hare, I won out again without show or

flash, but by being a loving, devoted, and faithful husband

for my wife as she was evaluating whether to run away with

some other, handsome, sweet talking Don Juan, or remain

with the man that truly loved her. Of course, it doesn't

hurt to be willing to nurture her with good head and a

willingness to lap her well-fucked cunt, clean of another

man's semen.

Over the years, I began to wonder if the various studs

who knocked her up, were really serious about taking her

away from me. After all, we have a bunch of kids and I was

sure she wouldn't leave them with me, since she was so

crazy about them all. I suspected these home wreckers were

not into women with that kind of baggage. However, to be

on the safe side, I took nothing for granite. Besides, can

you imagine the child support payments I'd be making in the

event of a divorce?

As a result of my perseverance, endurance, and

persistent objective focus on doing what it takes to ward

off these wife stealing Casanovas, I have been successful

eight times already. Will I be successful in the future?

I hope so. However, in the mean time, we're going through

the joy of my wife's swelling motherhood and plans for

delivery of our next family addition.