FSBR

by jadeaizen1629

FSBR

7. FSBR7

I was about to be married.

The thought passed through my mind on repeat. After months of planning, effort, and waiting, the day had finally arrived. In just a few short hours, Nina and I would say our vows... and then we'd be official.

It was odd; on the one hand, Nina and I were so connected that being married wasn't likely to change much between us... but on the other hand, there were a few differences I anticipated. The simplest being that I'd have to start referring to Nina as my wife, rather than my fiancé. And then there were all the legal ramifications, too.

But the biggest difference would be Dante.

Dante, our black roommate, had been living with us now for almost a year. We'd picked him out of a pool of subletting applicants, assuming he'd simply be a convenient way to lower our share of the rent. It wasn't long, however, before he proved to be much more than that. I still vividly remember the spark that formed between him and Nina... the accidental teasing, the mutual curiosity, and the charged atmosphere. Then, because of my own scheming, Nina had found herself alone with Dante, in an incredibly compromising position. A position that he had taken full advantage of. The wildest part was that he didn't hide their encounter from me at all. Quite the contrary, Dante came straight out and admitted to me that he had slept with Nina—even before I had! I should have taken it as a sign of things to come, but hindsight is 20/20.

Over the next few months, the dynamic between Dante and Nina fluctuated between platonic and erotic. They had more encounters... and more sex. But always with just enough time apart that I'd underestimated just how intertwined the two of them were becoming.

And then Sexy-Nina made her debut, and all bets were off. Like their first encounter, Sexy-Nina was as much my doing as theirs. Watching my formerly-repressed fiancé connect so deeply with her sensual side transformed me: I needed to see more of it, even if it meant giving Dante and Nina an open pass for each other.

And so, I gave them my blessing.

I never regretted doing so, but I drastically underestimated just how much they would make use of it.

There was a short period of uncertainty (was my blessing real?), but it wasn't long before they were fucking constantly. In just a few weeks, they'd fucked so much that Dante had been inside my fiancé even more than I had. It was extra impressive, considering Nina and I had been together for years, whereas mere months earlier, we didn't know Dante even existed.

I realize most men would not have been okay with this situation. Even if they might have understood in the beginning, the situation had progressed so far that—at least sexually speaking—Nina was essentially more Dante's than mine. Yet I wasn't bothered.

Maybe I was just naïve, but I never sensed that Nina had any desire for Dante beyond sex. She was still the perfect girl I'd fallen in love with and proposed to... just now with a little extra spice on the side.

And, truth is, I enjoyed watching her with Dante. I can't explain it, other than to say that it was almost like I was the one giving Nina spectacular fuck after spectacular fuck. Sure, Dante was the one physically doing it, but I was the one who had given him permission... so really, I was the responsible party. Or at least, that's what it felt like.

But now, all of that had come to an end.

When our marriage became imminent, Nina and I agreed it would be a good time to wrap up our fun with Dante. As I'd mentioned before, we weren't very religious, but it felt wrong to treat our marriage so cavalierly, even if we had no problem with it as an engaged couple. I'd managed to set Dante and Nina up one last time at her bachelorette—and it was appropriately climactic as a final-fuck—but we all knew our dynamic was about to change. It was disappointing, but our arrangement had always been temporary.

And now its expiration date had arrived; I was about to be married.

Our ceremony was scheduled for 5pm, supposedly the perfect time for a spring Saturday afternoon. Nina and I started the day together at our apartment, but we didn't have much time to lounge about. After a quick breakfast, we were both out the door. Me, to join my groomsmen at their hotel, and Nina, to head to the venue to begin her preparations. We were both a bundle of nerves, and aside from me concernedly pointing out the giant purple hickey on her neck (a parting gift from Dante), we didn't talk much. Too much else to worry about.

My time with my groomsmen went fast—there was drinking, good-natured ribbing, and plenty of congratulations offered—and before I knew it, it was time for us to head to the venue as well.

The venue was beautiful. It was located just outside the city limits with a large, rustic building to host the ceremony and reception, surrounded by pristine wilderness, full of chirping birds and rustling animals. Trees and flowers bloomed fantastically, and even though I'm not normally concerned with such things, I had to admit that Nina had done a terrific job choosing the site.

We had arrived hours early, and so with time to kill, I socialized with the wedding guests who were already there: my groomsmen, my parents, and my soon-to-be in-laws. We were all in extremely good spirits, and soon our laughter flowed freely.

I did have one unexpected encounter, however. In the middle of joking with my groomsmen, I heard a recognizable feminine voice call my name. Turning around, I was surprised to see Megan (Nina's maid of honor) signaling for my attention.

"Shaun... sorry to interrupt, but mind if I talk to you for a second?" Megan's nervousness was obvious.

"Uh, sure. Is everything okay?" I asked, becoming concerned. "Is Nina all right?"

"Nina's fine," Megan quickly reassured, "But there's... well... can you come with me for just a minute?"

"Yeah, that's fine," I said, shrugging. I excused myself from my groomsmen and followed Megan to a quiet spot just outside the building.

Megan didn't speak right away. Instead, she looked around uneasily, like she was wrestling with herself on whether to proceed.

"Megan, what is it?" I prompted.

Megan sighed deeply and shook her head. "Shit. I'm sorry, Shaun. I don't know if I should be doing this. I don't want to cause any trouble. I just want to do the right thing."

I suddenly had a sneaking suspicion about where this was going. "Just tell me, Megan. It'll be fine, I promise."

"You don't know that. What if I ruin everything?" Megan's face suddenly crunched together and then she began to cry.

Caught by surprise, I didn't know what to do other than give her a gentle hug. This only made Megan cry more, but then in a few seconds, her tears were gone. Halted as quickly as they'd started. She wiped away the remaining ones that had spilled.

"Sorry, this has just been eating me up all night. Promise you won't be mad at me?"

"I promise, Megan. It's okay. Just tell me." I said comfortingly.

Megan gave her head a final shake. "Okay. Last night we had our bachelorette party, right? We were all having a great time, when this random guy..."

Megan launched into the story of everything that had transpired last night. It was the story of a tall, handsome stranger inserting himself into their bachelorette group, then fixating on the bride-to-be. A bride-to-be who didn't spurn his advances but encouraged them. Then, as if the bride-to-be had no shame, she allowed this man to Shaunce provocatively with her, letting him touch her body freely. But then, the worst: she had disappeared for several minutes, and upon her return, she had a fresh hickey on her neck and hair that suggested it had seen some heavy action.

It was a story I knew well, of course, since I'd been the one to set it up. Poor Megan didn't know that though—she only knew her best friend might have cheated the night before her own wedding. As she finished her story, she looked at me with expectant eyes.

"I'm not saying what happened that night. I don't know for sure. But I couldn't keep it to myself anymore. I'd want someone to tell me if I was in your shoes. I'm sorry, Shaun."

I was silent at first, contemplating how to respond to this. Obviously, none of this was new information to me, and I wasn't going to act on it. But I didn't want to dismiss Megan out-of-hand either. I knew she had taken a huge risk coming to me with this information, and she'd done it for my benefit. I needed to show my appreciation for her courage.

"Megan, thank you for sharing this with me. That was very brave of you," I said softly. "I believe what you're telling me, and you did the right thing. But let me handle this from here. I'll talk with Nina later and get to the bottom of it. Don't worry, I won't mention you at all."

"Thanks. But what good does it do to talk to her after you're married? I told you now so you could back out if you wanted."

If this came from any woman other than Megan, I'd suspect she was trying to sabotage Nina... but I knew Megan, and I knew she only had good intentions in a potentially messy situation.

"I know. I'll talk with Nina during our pictures together before the ceremony. I'll have enough opportunity there. Just know that whatever happens, it's my decision. Don't second-guess yourself for coming to me. Okay?"

"Okay," Megan said, and I saw a huge weight fall from her shoulders. "I hope I'm wrong. You're a good guy, Shaun, and you deserve the best."

I gave Megan one last hug. "Thank you for saying so. Just promise me—forget about this whole thing, and have fun. It's no longer your problem to deal with. You don't want to bring Nina down on her big day, especially if nothing happened."

Megan forced a smile. "You're right. I'm here to support Nina at her wedding. I just might need a few more drinks first."

I laughed. "I think we can arrange that."

With that problem solved, I could move on with the scheduled events for the day. Number one on the list was the 'First Look'.

Nina and I had elected to have our photos done before our ceremony rather than after. It made for a better-flowing evening, but it did mean that I'd see Nina in her dress before she came down the aisle. The First Look was a way to have a similarly magic moment.

And so, when it was time, the wedding coordinator and photographer whisked me away to an isolated hallway on the venue's second floor. They had me face the wall as they brought Nina out of hiding and stood her a short distance behind me.

"Okay, Shaun. You can face your bride now."

I did.

Words can't capture the emotions I felt seeing Nina in her wedding dress for the first time. I was overcome by a profound mix of love, admiration, and wonder. How could this radiantly perfect woman be mine? It shouldn't have been possible. And yet, it was.

Nina glowed. There's no other word for it. Her brown hair was styled magnificently, emphasizing the innocent beauty of her face. She almost never wore makeup, but she did now. Not an excessive amount, but enough to give her features a sense of beautiful timelessness. And then there was her dress... It was more form-fitting than I had expected, emphasizing Nina's full figure. Far from risqué, though, the dress made her seem almost regal.

"You look amazing," was all I could muster, as the photographer began snapping photos of us.

"You look pretty handsome yourself," Nina replied, a huge smile breaking out on her face.

We stared at each other for a few more seconds before the photographer told us we could come together now.

We did, exchanging a small but passionate kiss. I stared down into Nina's large brown eyes, seeing our love reflected in them.

"I love you so much," I said, kissing her again. I felt Nina smile as she kissed back.

"I love you too," she said, as we broke away again.

We spent a few more seconds staring at each other, basking in the moment. It was perfect... but then it was time to move on.

We spent the next several minutes taking pictures together. First just the two of us, then us plus the wedding parties, then us plus family, and so on. By the time we'd finished the full set, the ceremony was fast-approaching. Nina returned to her bridal suite, and I returned to my groomsmen.

I wish I could say that I remembered every detail of the next couple hours, but the truth is that it was a blur. I remember greeting guests, and I remember taking my place in front of the makeshift altar, waiting for Nina to come down the aisle. And, of course, I remember Nina at last making her entrance, stunning our guests with her beauty and confidence. All my talk of Nina transforming over the past year wasn't hyperbole—she had really settled into her skin, and it was a marked difference for anyone who'd only known her as a shy homeschooled kid.

I didn't cry as she came down the aisle, but it was a close thing.

Before I knew it, the ceremony was over; our vows exchanged and rings placed. With a final kiss, Nina and I were declared husband and wife. The two of us were now one.

I was too overwhelmed for words.

The reception sped by equally quickly. We did all of the traditional Shaunces: husband/wife; father/daughter, and mother/son. There was a bouquet throw and a garter toss. A Shaunce floor and cake cutting. Food and drink overflowed, although Nina and I didn't have much time to enjoy it. Too many guests called for our attention.

Most of our guest interactions were predictable, but I did have one unexpected encounter. Nina's dad had caught me in a rare moment alone, pulling me aside. Nina's dad had always been polite to me, but I never was able to shake the sense that I wasn't quite good enough for his daughter. I had no idea what he'd wanted to share with me privately.

"Shaun," he'd started, using his usual no-nonsense tone. "I owe you an apology."

"For what?" I'd asked, caught by surprise. Those were the last words I'd ever expected to hear from my newly-minted father-in-law.

He paused for a moment before continuing. "I'll be honest. I never approved of Nina running off with you like she did, hundreds of miles away from us and her friends. And I didn't approve of you two living together before you were married, either. Hell, even now, I'd have preferred if you two had waited. But I can't deny how much Nina's blossomed being with you. She's a real woman now, and I know you were a big part of that. So, I'm sorry... and thank you."

"You're welcome," I stammered. "And no apology needed. I know you only want the best for her."

"You're a good man, Shaun. And I wanted to show my appreciation to you by giving you this," he said, handing me a check.

I suddenly felt awkward, but I accepted it. My mouth dropped though when I saw the amount—it was almost a year's worth of our rent.

"I can't accept this. This is too much," I stammered.

"You can and you will," my father-in-law said firmly. "You're the most important man in Nina's life now. Consider this a sign of my support. Keep doing what you're doing and treat my girl right. Congratulations on being married."

Nina's dad gave me a hearty handshake, and then he left before I could say more.

The money itself had blown me away, but it was a touching moment of connection too—ruined only by my unspoken internal response: "Thank you, sir. But most of your daughter's new confidence is from getting dicked down regularly by our black roommate."

Before I knew it, the night was over. Nina and I did a final exit together, holding hands as we ran between two rows of cheering guests and waving sparklers. We climbed into my car together (fully decorated to announce our 'JUST MARRIED' status) and sped off into the night.

We would be leaving early the next morning on a flight to Mexico, where our week-long honeymoon destination awaited. But for convenience—and to save money—we'd agreed to spend one last night at the apartment, rather than find a hotel.

And so, we returned home.

I'd expected the apartment to be lifeless, with Dante either gone or asleep, but we found him casually watching TV in the living room instead. When he saw us enter, he immediately greeted us.

"Hey... congratulations you two! Shaun, you're looking super handsome. And Nina... wow," he clicked his tongue appreciatively. "You're drop-dead gorgeous."

"Thanks," we answered in unison, and then laughed at our level of synchronization.

"Okay, I know you two just got married, but please try and remember you are still two separate people," Dante said, shaking his head.

"No promises," we said together, as Dante scrunched his face in disgust. He changed the subject.

"So, you two continuing the celebrations tonight? Some champagne maybe?"

"No," I replied. "We gotta wake up early to catch our flight, so we're probably going to head straight to bed after we clean up."

"And consummate your marriage, I assume," Dante said with a wink.

"That too," I laughed. Normally a comment like that would have been out-of-line... but it was Dante. Besides, he was right. Call it superstition, but I told Nina there was no way I was skipping that, no matter how exhausted I might have been feeling. Seemed like a bad omen to start our marriage on.

Nina shook her head in exasperation. "Well, while you two talk freely about what Shaun and I do in our private time, I'm going to go change. I need to get out of this dress ASAP. Shaun... can you wait outside the bedroom for a few minutes? I've got a surprise for you."

"Of course," I agreed, as Dante tilted his head at me knowingly.

Once Nina had left, Dante chuckled.

"I bet she does have a surprise for you. I have to admit, Shaun, as excited as I am for you two, I am a little disappointed that I'll be missing out on your fun."

"I mean, I can't blame you, but you've already had way more fun than you should have." I pointed out.

"You got me there," Dante laughed.

A thought occurred to me. "I'm surprised to see you still up. Or really that you're here at all. I'd have figured you'd be out with Tiffany right now. She sounded eager in that note she left you."

Dante frowned. "I've actually been texting with her. But she's sharing her hotel room with the other bridesmaids, so she insisted on coming to my place instead. As you can imagine, that wasn't an option."

"Oh," I said dumbly. I hadn't considered it before... but of course Dante couldn't invite Tiffany over without giving up his connection to us. "So... you guys just dropped it?"

"Yeah," Shaun said regretfully. "We might have been able to make something else work, but at that point, the moment had passed So, here I am. And since I was here, I figured I'd stay up to congratulate you guys before you leave."

"Well... thanks, I guess. Sorry about your luck, though."

Dante shrugged. "It's fine. Can't win every time, I guess. But now that you guys are back, I'll head off to bed. Have fun on your honeymoon. I'll keep the apartment in good shape in the meantime."

"Thanks," I said, and then Dante was gone, disappeared into his room.

A minute after Dante's departure, Nina cracked our own bedroom door and peeked her head out. "Okay, Shaun. You can come in now."

Dante fell to the back of my mind as I turned my full attention to Nina. What surprise did she have waiting for me?

I approached the door and slowly pushed it open. My jaw dropped at the sight inside.

Nina was lying on our bed in a seductive pose. She'd removed her wedding gown and was now clad in frilly white underwear that I can only describe as bridal lingerie. It consisted of a bra and panties, of course, but Nina was also wearing long, semi-sheer stockings that were held up by clips running to her underwear.

The lingerie was sexy and stunning—and altogether unexpected. Nina had never worn lingerie before, and I realized how much I'd been missing. Her curves had always been incredible, but somehow the lingerie made them even more sensual, simultaneously emphasizing and softening them. I didn't know whether to rip it all off or stare in awe.

"You like?" Nina asked teasingly.

"Very much so," I replied.

"Come show me then," Nina said.

I'd never removed my own clothes so quickly. In seconds, I'd stripped out of my suit and thrown it to the floor in a jumbled mess. Completely naked, I climbed on to the bed with Nina.

And yet, I could tell something was wrong. As excited as I felt, my exhaustion remained. It was similar to how I had felt once after a day of nonstop roller-coaster riding. I love roller coasters, but after hours of them, it was like my brain was incapable of handling any more excitement, no matter how much I wanted it.

I had that same overloaded feeling then.

But I pushed forward. If nothing else, there was my superstition to consider—my marriage would not go unconsummated.

I lay next to Nina and took her into my arms. We began to kiss, softly at first, but then more intense. I began to run my hands over her body, appreciating her full curves and the softness of her underwear. I could feel her smile under my lips as she melted into me.

As we broke off our kiss, I stared into her eyes for a moment.

"You're so beautiful," I said, utterly starstruck.

Nina smiled. "And you, husband, are equally handsome."

I ran my hand through her hair affectionately as my gaze ran over her body, taking in its perfection. It was only then that I realized I could barely see the hickey Dante had left on her neck—Nina had done an incredible job covering it with makeup.

I pulled Nina back into a kiss. But as much as I enjoyed it, I couldn't seem to find my usual groove. It was like a barrier had fallen between me and my lust, and although I could feel its presence, it was hopelessly separated from me. I now regretted my back-to-back masturbations during Nina's bachelorette. I'm sure that didn't help the situation.

Nina could sense I was off. She leaned back and stared at me with concern.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's great. Just tired is all."

I began to kiss Nina again, willing myself with all my power to push through.

After a few seconds of half-hearted kisses, Nina broke away again. She must have realized I was fighting a losing battle. "Here, just lie back and take a second. Let me see if I can help."

She placed her hand against my stomach and slowly began to tease her fingers down towards my pelvis. It's a sensitive area for me, and normally this would have had me hard in a heartbeat. But I remained soft as putty.

Nina had just started though. After some gentle brushing, she at last took my cock into her palm and began to pump.

It should have felt amazing—but there was nothing. What had happened to me? Was I really just so physically tired that my body had given out? I know it's a cliché to claim 'this has never happened before'. But in my case, it was true.

As Nina fruitlessly tried to stimulate me, my mind began to race. I couldn't let our first night together as a married couple fail so miserably. How could I fix this? I tried to picture the most erotic fantasies I'd ever had, running through them in rapid succession for anything that would allow me to reconnect to my lust. But nothing worked.

I realized then that I had done myself a disservice by going so long without sleeping with Nina. It was like I had forgotten how to make love to her, after I had let Dante take over for me.

It was then I felt it: a twitch. It wasn't enough on its own, but it was a start. With dawning realization, I knew what I had to do.

I placed my hand over Nina's, guiding her to a stop.

"Nina, I'm so sorry that my body isn't cooperating tonight. But I need this to happen. And I know how to make it work."

I half-expected Nina to hand-wave me off. Assure me that it was fine, and we could try again tomorrow. But she knew how important the consummation was to me and simply said, "What do you need?"

I hesitated. I knew how my solution would sound. But I was out of alternatives.

"We bring Dante in. Now, before you say anything, I'm not saying let him have sex with you. I'm just saying bring him in here. Maybe tease you a bit."

"Shaun..." Nina said, immediately realizing the Shaunger in my suggestion.

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't need it. Please, Nina. I know we had an agreement, and I'm not asking to break it. I just need enough of a jump start to finish the job."

I knew Nina would never have agreed on her own, but my desperation was obvious.

"Okay," she finally said. "But this is our night. Dante can tease me as much as you need, but this is for us, not him."

"I understand. I'm so sorry to ask, but I love you so much for agreeing."

"I love you too. Now hurry up and do what you need to do."

I didn't need to be told twice. In a flash, I was out of the room and at Dante's door, not even bothering to dress first. I knocked softly. His light was still on, so Dante wasn't asleep yet.

I heard stirring, and then the door opened. Dante looked at my naked body with surprise.

"Uh, Shaun. You're not wearing any clothes. Is everything okay?"

I explained everything to him in a rush.

Dante stared at me in disbelief. "You realize what you're asking, right? We'd all agreed that there'd be no more sex after the wedding. Don't play with me, man."

I reemphasized my request. "Our deal is still in place. I'm not saying have sex with Nina, I just need to see you two flirt a bit to get me going. Then once I'm ready, I'll take over and that will be the end of it."

"So, what do you want me to do? Tell her how hot I think she is? Wiggle my cock at her a bit?"

"I dunno, man! I'm making this up as I go!" I said exasperatedly. "But sure, we can start there and see what happens."

"Fine, I'll do it," Dante said, throwing up his hands. "But no regrets later, you hear? You asked for this."

"I'll regret not sleeping with my wife on our wedding night more than anything. Let's go."

I returned to our bedroom, Dante following behind. I pushed the door open, letting Dante see Nina stretched out on the bed in her bridal-lingerie.

Dante whistled appreciatively. "Wow, Nina. If I'd known you were looking this good, I might have come over on my own. Goddamn."

Nina smiled at Dante's compliment, but it was clear her focus was elsewhere. "Okay, Shaun. What now?"

I hadn't thought that far ahead. My mind raced. "You remember when Sexy-Nina first came out? When you tried to make Dante hard without touching him? Maybe do that again."

"Good choice, Shaun. That was pretty hot," Dante agreed.

"Okay," Nina sighed. "But whenever you're ready, Shaun, you jump in, okay? Don't wait for me."

"Of course," I said, taking a seat at Nina's desk chair, hoping desperately that this would work.

Nina took a deep breath and turned her attention to Dante. When she spoke, it was clear Sexy-Nina had returned.

"Well, Dante, I bet you didn't expect to see me like this tonight, did you?"

"Not at all," Dante said. "I'm not complaining though."

"You like seeing me in my wedding lingerie?"

"It's the hottest thing I've ever seen you wear," Dante replied, with zero hesitation.

Nina began picking gently at the cloth that covered her intimate areas. "Are you sure you're not just saying that because I'm married and off-limits now?"

"Maybe that's part of it, but the simple fact is you look sexy as hell."

I felt myself becoming drawn into their teasing. This just might work after all. I decided to give them a boost.

"Nina, why don't you let Dante feel how soft your lingerie is? Give him the full experience."

Wife-Nina would have balked at this, but Sexy-Nina didn't have such reservations. I knew if I pushed her too far, though, Wife-Nina might return... but my suggestion was just innocent enough to be acceptable.

"If my husband insists," Nina shrugged, as she stood from the bed and walked next to Dante. "Go on then, tell me what you think."

Dante clicked his tongue appreciatively as he reached out for Nina. He touched her bra first, letting his fingers run over the fabric, no doubt also appreciating her mounds underneath. Nina just stared expectantly, not making a sound.

Dante looked at me briefly, saw my entranced stare, and then kept going. He reached down to Nina's panties, caressing the fabric around her hips first, then running back to her ass and giving it a healthy squeeze.

"Well?" Nina questioned.

"Feels even better than it looks," Dante said.

"The front is even softer," Nina practically purred. I knew she was exaggerating for my benefit, but she seemed to be enjoying herself too.

"Is it now?" Dante questioned, as he slowly slid his hands back around Nina's waist, and then in towards her center. He cupped his fingers softly, letting their tips press in against Nina's pelvis. Nina bit her lip seductively. Encouraged, Dante slid his fingers downward until he had covered her mound.

"You're right," Dante agreed. "The front is softer. And I think a bit wet too."

"Huh. I wonder why that happened," Nina said, playing dumb. She shot me a look over her shoulder. "Shaun, how are you doing, babe?"

"I'm good. Well, I'm not quite ready," I clarified, "but this is a great start. Dante, maybe it would speed things up for me if you undressed. It is a bit of a mood killer when it looks like you're ready to crawl into bed and fall asleep."

"That's because I was ready to crawl into bed and fall asleep...," Dante shot back. "But, sure, Shaun. I'll strip down."

Dante stepped back from Nina and slid his shirt off his torso. Next came his pants, and finally, his underwear. Dante wasn't fully erect like I'd expected, but he was showing some excitement.

"There. Now what?"

I considered. I knew Dante was taking great pains to let me direct this scene to avoid getting himself into trouble. On his own, he would have been ravishing Nina by now, but he was sticking to our agreement. So far, at least.

Watching this play out had given me a trickle of energy, but the potential of where this could go hung in my mind like a balloon full of excitement, ready to burst. If I could find a way to release it, I knew it would give me the boost I needed. But how? Or more specifically, how to do it while maintaining my marital vows?

I had an idea, but it would be a Shaungerous game. I'd need to keep a close watch on the barriers we'd constructed.

All of these considerations raced through my head as I responded to Dante.

"Dante, go sit on the edge of the bed. Nina, I would normally never ask this, but I'm so close to being ready. Could you give Dante a lap Shaunce for me?"

Nina stared at me as Dante took his spot on the bed. "A lap Shaunce? Shaun, I've never given a lap Shaunce in my life. I can barely regular Shaunce."

"I know, but that's why it's so hot. And you've done cowgirl before. This is basically the same thing, just without the sex part."

"It's not the same thing. Cowgirl I just have to move up and down. A lap Shaunce takes rhythm and coordination. Two things I don't have."

"Try it? For me? Dante will help you get into the groove of it, I'm sure." I turned to him for backup.

Even if sex was off the table, I knew Dante wouldn't be able to resist this opportunity. Sure enough, he chimed in, "C'mon, Nina. You'll be a natural, I'm sure. Besides, isn't marriage supposed to be about compromise?"

Nina huffed. "Our next compromise better involve me going on a shopping spree then. But fine. I'll give it a shot. But like I said, this is for you, Shaun. Whenever you're ready, you take over, okay? Just jump in and send Dante back to his room."

"I will," I promised, as I sat back, eagerly awaiting Nina's next move.

Nina sighed and took a moment to center herself. Then she began to bounce softly on her feet, to an internal rhythm only she could hear.

After she'd worked herself up a bit, she looked towards Dante and began to slowly walk to him. She admittedly did look a little stiff, but neither Dante nor I were in a place to care. Both of us were transfixed on Nina as she did her best to play up her sexiness. She steadily drew closer to Dante while continuing to flow as smoothly as her body allowed.

At last, Nina stopped just in front of Dante and looked at him pointedly. Dante, taking it as a cue, reached his hands around Nina, getting ready to cup her ass again. But Nina gently smacked him on the arm.

"Hands off, Dante. Let me do the work," she scolded him softly.

Once again, I was struck by how much confidence Nina had gained over the past year. The old Nina would never have taken the initiative like this.

Dante pulled his hands back, chastened.

Back in control, Nina began to run her hands over her own body, starting with her shoulders, then down over her breasts and stomach, and ending over her lacy underwear. She gave her womanhood a brief rub, almost too quickly to register, before spinning around so that her back was to Dante. From there, she began to bend over, letting her hands trace down her stocking-clad thighs while her ass pushed outwards towards Dante. Somehow, Dante resisted giving it a solid smack.

Once Nina had touched her toes—leaving her completely bent over in front of Dante—I expected Nina to trace upwards again. But instead, she spread her feet apart and began to lower her hips down and backwards. Looking over her shoulder for guiShaunce, she slowly lowered herself onto Dante's lap and his now fully-erect cock that awaited her there. When her panty-clad pussy reached it, Dante's cock was forced downwards underneath her, as Nina held it between her thighs. Her underwear had prevented it from penetrating her, but I had no doubt she could feel Dante's cockhead as it scraped across her pussy lips.

But Nina was just starting. As soon as she had settled her weight, she lifted up again slightly, Dante's cock rising with her. It had become trapped in the small gap between her thighs, and as Nina lowered again, her legs stroked his hardness as it pushed through them.

Nina turned her head towards Dante, although she maintained her forward-facing position. "How am I doing?" she asked huskily.

"Amazing," Dante answered simply.

"Good. This isn't so hard after all," Nina beamed, as she repeated her up-and-down motion, stroking Dante again. A tiny drop of precum emerged from the end of Dante's cock.

At last, my trickle of excitement became a steady flow. Fucking may have been off the table, but seeing Nina stimulate Dante like this was still enough to get my blood going. I just needed Nina to keep it up a few more minutes. I knew Dante must have been bursting with the urge to rip her panties off and take her there. But somehow, he maintained his composure.

Unfortunately, the constant strain on Nina's muscles soon tired her out. She tried to maintain her pace, but it was obvious she was becoming wiped. I decided to intervene.

"Nina, I'm just about there. Give yourself a break and lay back down on the bed. Dante, I could still use your help, so once Nina gets settled, you're welcome to keep doing your thing."

If Nina was bothered that I was keeping Dante involved, she didn't show it. I suspect she was too happy for a break to care. Or maybe she was enjoying him more than she let on.

Either way, Nina rose to her feet, releasing her thigh-grip on Dante's cock. She faced the two of us and climbed onto the bed, so she was behind Dante and across from me. Dante didn't wait for Nina to get comfortable though, immediately turning and climbing after her. With a quick move, he pulled her legs up into the air and rested them against his chest. Dante clearly wanted to dive back into the action, because he placed the head of his cock back into Nina's thigh gap and began to thrust against her. Nina still had her panties on, though, so Dante could do no more than slide over her pelvis. It was intimate—certainly more so than a man should be with another man's bride—but it wasn't fucking. Not really.

Besides, it was just taboo enough to release my mental excitement-balloon at last. Lust came pouring over my body, instantly leaving my cock stiff and ready for action. In a heartbeat, I shed my own clothes and climbed onto the bed near Nina's head. She turned at my approach and smiled.

"Look who's finally decided to join the party," she said, as Dante continued to thrust between her legs. "Is it time to make this private again?"

I shook my head. I'd just gotten going and didn't want to chance a major disruption just yet. "Let's keep Dante here a bit longer. Besides, I think there's plenty you can do for me now, while your lower half is occupied."

"Oh, is there?" Nina teased, as she reached towards my cock. I scooted closer to her, bringing my cock within an inch of her face. Nina's eyes looked at me with hunger as she slowly guided my cock to her mouth. I felt a sudden yearning for Nina that I hadn't felt in months. How had I gone this long without enjoying this sensual woman for myself?

Nina's lips enclosed around my cock, and suddenly, I was in heaven. The gentle heat of her breath, the wetness of her mouth, the playful touches with her tongue... It was almost too much to bear.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, eliciting a seductive smile from my fianc—no, my wife .

Nina took to my cock eagerly, bobbing her head over my shaft. I'd never had anyone suck me so enthusiastically, and it wasn't long before Nina had taken half my length into her mouth. The slurping noises she made, combined with her continuous eye contact, made for an oral experience like no other. I couldn't believe this talented cocksucker and my once-reserved fiancé was the same woman. Her months of experience blowing Dante had paid off.

It was almost enough to make me forget about Dante entirely, despite him still thrusting steadily between Nina's thighs. At some point, he'd begun running his hands up and down Nina's legs—was that a stocking clip that had come unfastened?—but I was too lost in my own pleasure to care about such a minor change.

Nina's mouth—my God, her mouth! I'd never dreamed oral could be so good, and I realized that I was well on my way to orgasming. I'd never cum from head alone, but Nina was quickly taking me there. She began to moan softly onto me, enhancing the sensation even further. Her large brown eyes threatened to pull me into their depths, even as her mouth continued to push further and further up my shaft.

I noticed more movement from the corner of my eye: Dante's hands were moving from Nina's legs to her mound, but that was still okay. What did I care if he helped pleasure her while she was so intent on pleasuring me?

Nina at last pulled off my cock completely as she gasped for air. She glanced towards Dante as if realizing his fingers were rubbing her through her panties, but then she quickly refocused on me. She adjusted her grip slightly on my cock, then went right back to work, taking me inside her mouth once more.

Nina began to pump me with her hand while swirling her tongue over my cock head, with an intensity that seemed almost desperate. My hips began to buck by instinct, and soon, I was face-fucking my new wife with abandon. Somehow, she managed to suppress her gag reflex—easier with me than Dante, I suspected—allowing me to slide all the way to the hilt. The utter surrealness of feeling Nina's lips against my pelvis as she deep-throated my entire length was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. I was much too far gone to notice that Dante had pulled the fabric of Nina's panties slightly to the side, exposing her opening to him.

I hadn't planned to finish in Nina's mouth, but I felt the telltale wave of pleasure swell in my brain just one second before it came crashing down.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" I moaned.

Nina instinctively tried to withdraw, but my hips pressed forward, keeping my cock deep inside her throat. I felt my shaft begin to pulse as it sent wave after wave of my semen down Nina's esophagus. Nina gag reflex could be suppressed no more, and if I'd waited a moment longer to pull out, I suspect it would have been too much for her to take. As it was, though, she had managed to swallow my load whole.

I stumbled backwards off the bed and collapsed back into Nina's desk chair. I sat there for a moment, utterly dazed, before my awareness began to fade in again. Soon, I realized that although I was emerging from my frenzied lust, Nina had not. The reason why quickly became clear.

Dante was still thrusting against Nina, but his cock was no longer visible. For a moment, I didn't understand what I was seeing. Where had it gone?

And then it hit me. Dante wasn't thrusting OVER Nina; he was thrusting INTO her.

The realization crashed over me like an avalanche. All of our agreements, all of our promises, even the vows we'd made hours ago... all meaningless. It should have been a shock to my core, but then I remembered all their other encounters: Dante had slept with Nina before I had. He had gotten oral from her before I had. He had come inside her before I had.

And now, another to the list: Dante was Nina's first fuck as a married woman. My new wife was fucking our roommate before she'd even fucked me.

My mind was exploding with this revelation. I couldn't believe it, even as I watched it happening just a foot away.

And Nina wasn't concerned in the least. Quite the opposite, based on her moans of pleasure.

I knew Wife-Nina would never have let the situation progress this far. But Wife-Nina was long gone by now. Only Sexy-Nina remained, and Sexy-Nina didn't care about vows or promises or faithfulness. Sexy-Nina wanted to fuck—and Dante was the only man left standing.

Seeing that Nina had fully submitted to him, Dante no longer tried to downplay his penetration. Pulling out briefly, he reached down for her panties and began to tug. They had been unfastened from her stockings by this point, so Dante was able to slide her lily-white underwear off in a single motion. Once they were gone, Dante used his hands to spread Nina's legs apart, leaning over between them.

As Dante pressed his body down over hers, Nina instinctively wrapped her legs back around Dante's hips, securing him in place. She stared at Dante lustfully as he fully spread himself over her, having apparently forgotten about me entirely.

As Dante restarted his rhythmic plunge into Nina's pussy, he lowered his head to her neck, beginning to kiss her skin there; he started at the base and slowly worked upwards, passing over the hickey he had left last night, and all the way up to just underneath her jaw. Nina moaned softly, and I knew Dante and found a sensitive spot.

Then, seemingly by instinct, Nina turned towards Dante, aligning her face with his. Their lips touched, and for the first time ever, they shared a kiss. It sounded impossible, but it was true. For all their fucking, the two of them had never once kissed. Until now.

I knew even then that this kiss would change everything.

Nina must have felt the same shift, because she broke away suddenly, clearly stunned by this new development.

"Oh, Dante," she breathed in a soft, surprised voice.

Dante shared no such reservations. He leaned in towards Nina again and planted another kiss on her lips. Nina froze, momentarily uncertain, but then the pleasure of Dante's manhood moving inside her swept her away again. I saw Nina melt into him, as she returned his kiss with equal force.

Soon, the two of them were kissing passionately. Nina and Dante weren't just fucking any more. They were making love. My relationship with Nina wasn't the only one being consummated that night.

"Oh, Dante," Nina repeated, this time moaning his name with ecstatic wonder. She took his head between her hands as she planted another kiss against him. Their tongues began to twirl together, leaving them linked at both ends. Dante began to run his hands through Nina's hair, showing a degree of connection that I'd never seen from him before. It seemed their weeks of constant fucking had tied them together more closely than they had realized. And now here it was, blossoming into the open.

They both began to moan, their sounds of pleasure passing into each other and filling the room. Nina began repeating Dante's name over and over: "oh, Dante", "please, Dante", and "more, Dante". Dante did the same with hers: "fuck, Nina", "yes, Nina", and "oh God, Nina."

They were the cries of enraptured lovers... but it was not me, her husband, that Nina was exchanging these pleasureful cries with.

And yet, I was too fascinated to care.

Nina suddenly broke off her moans and pulled Dante into a powerful kiss, her legs working to draw even more of Dante's length inside her. The next moment, her body began to tremble, a powerful orgasm overtaking her. She made a soft cry, sounding almost broken, as she held Dante tightly against her.

It was too much for Dante. His body stiffened as well, and although I couldn't see it, I knew he was once again flooding Nina with his seed. Only now, it wasn't my fiancé his sperm was trying to impregnate. It was my wife.

Nina and Dante rode out their orgasms together, maintaining their kiss the entire time. Even when the tidal wave of pleasure had passed them, they stayed pressed together, exchanging soft, delicate kisses.

Finally, Dante pulled away slightly, but he kept staring into Nina's eyes, playing with the ends of her hair. They exchanged intoxicated smiles, looking like virgins who'd just had sex for the first time. There was no denying it—their relationship had metamorphosized into something new. But what?

"Well, Nina. I guess this means we need a new agreement, huh?" Dante chuckled softly, bringing his palm to Nina's cheek and giving her one last tender kiss.

Nina returned it, pressing her pink lips against Dante's brown ones. She didn't speak, but just nodded. Then she looked at me.

I think Nina truly had forgotten that I was still in the room, because as we made eye contact, I saw panic flood her eyes. Now that her lust had been satisfied, reality was sinking back in.

"Oh, no. Shaun. I'm so sorry, I just..." Nina struggled for words. "I don't know what happened."

I realize how this makes me sound, but even with the new connection Dante and Nina had shown, I wasn't bothered. I can't explain why I wasn't upset or jealous or angry, but I wasn't. Maybe it was my exhaustion or maybe it was my utter trust in Nina, but I had no problem with what had just occurred. I hadn't expected it at all, but now that it had happened, I felt... okay. More than okay, in fact. If anything I was curious... how fun would this new dynamic be?

"Don't be sorry, Nina. We'll talk about it later. Dante, would you mind letting us have the room? We've got an early start tomorrow."

I have no idea what was going through Dante's head in that moment. I suspected he would have preferred to stay with Nina longer, but he didn't argue. With a deep sigh, he pulled himself off Nina, his manhood sliding from Nina's pussy, cum trailing along his shaft. He stepped off the bed and made for the door before pausing.

He glanced at us over his shoulder. "Shaun, thank you. Nina... I don't have words. You are truly one of a kind. Congratulations on being married."

And then he was gone.

Nina and I sat quietly for a few moments, alone with our thoughts. Finally, Nina started to speak, her words coming out in a rush. But I held my hand up, stopping the onslaught.

"We don't have to talk about anything tonight," I said. "I'm exhausted, and I'm sure you are too. Let's just get some sleep, and we can work it out later. Don't worry though, I'm not mad at you."

"Do you still love me?" Nina asked meekly, and the overwhelming shame I heard in her words broke my heart.

"I love you with all my heart and soul," I said back, and I meant it. I wanted my wife to be faithful and loving to me, of course, but somehow... Dante didn't feel like cheating. I still can't fully explain it.

Nina must have believed my sincerity, because she didn't seek further reassurance. "Okay. I love you with all my heart and soul, too."

And surprisingly, I sensed she also meant it.

The two of us were sound asleep just minutes later. The excitement of our wedding combined with being done with months and months of planning had utterly drained us both. Not to mention the unexpectedly explosive encounter with Dante once we returned home.

When my alarm went off in the early hours of the morning, I wanted to die. But instead, I pulled myself out of bed and quickly prepared for our trip to the airport. Most of the work was already done—suitcases packed, passports ready, etc.—but I still needed to cover all the usual double-checks. I wasn't about to sabotage our honeymoon by leaving something important behind.

Fortunately, it seemed we had everything we needed.

A few minutes later, I drove myself and an equally sleepy Nina to the airport, where we parked, made our way through security, and ate breakfast while we waited for our plane to arrive. A connecting flight and another airport later, we were finally flying to Mexico.

We didn't talk much during this time, both too short on sleep to offer much in the way of conversation. Still, I had spent some time thinking over what had happened last night, and I wanted to share my thoughts with Nina. Just when we were more rested.

At last, our plane touched down in Cancun. We took our luggage and boarded the resort-owned shuttle that had been sent for us.

Mexico was surprisingly vibrant. I'd never been before, but American movies and TV had led me to expect an arid, barren land, populated by small towns and the occasional massive metropolis. But Mexico wasn't some dry, backwards country. It was very green and modern, and an unexpected delight. I knew that other parts of Mexico might look different, but even the small slice I'd seen was enough to challenge my beliefs about the country.

Our resort was even more beautiful. I won't go into all the details, but it was a beach paradise, full of beautiful views, amazing food, and a wonderful atmosphere. Nina had done a fantastic job picking it out; it was perfect.

Our honeymoon was nothing short of amazing. We did all of the expected activities, including having sex multiple times. I'd been concerned that my inability to perform would return, but it didn't. It seemed I really had been too exhausted on our wedding night—without some extra help, at least.

Speaking of which, Nina and I did eventually talk about what had happened that night. We didn't avoid the discussion, exactly, but it was more that we wanted to have some time apart from it first, to process how we felt.

But a few days in, as we lounged on our balcony eating breakfast, I broached the topic at last.

It quickly became apparent that both of us had fully intended to keep Dante at arm's length, but in the heat of the moment, we had folded and let him in. Neither of us regretted it, but now we were left with a dilemma: what to do moving forward?

It was then that Nina hit me with a bombshell: "I think we need to ask Dante to move out."

Of all our options, that was not the one I'd expected Nina to suggest. It would be unfair to Dante, who had done nothing without our support (more or less). Not to mention that as far as Nina knew, it would leave us in a financial bind. It wouldn't, of course, after her dad's generous gift, but I'd completely forgotten to tell her about it. And yet, she was still prepared to send Dante away.

Shocked by her willingness to abandon Dante, I'd simply asked: "Why?"

Nina had looked away shamefully. "Because I can't control myself around him anymore," she'd admitted.

I wasn't surprised. I'd seen the intensity of their latest connection, after all. It was naïve of me to expect Nina and Dante to keep their hands off each other while living in the same place. After all, most people couldn't fuck repeatedly for months on end and then be expected to quit cold turkey. But hearing Nina say it out loud made it real in a way that it wasn't before.

Nina had mistaken my thoughtful silence for being too upset, so she quickly followed up, "Shaun, you're the most important man in my life, and I don't ever want to lose you. Yes, I like how Dante makes me feel, but I won't risk what we have for anything. Even if it means kicking Dante out of our lives for good."

She said this with a conviction I'd never heard from her before. Circumstances aside, it's a powerful thing to hear someone express their love for you so earnestly. I realized then that no matter what we decided to do about Dante, the two of us were rock solid.

"What about his share of the rent?" I pointed out, curious how much she'd thought this through.

"We'll figure something out. I'll get a part-time job if I have to. I just... I think we need this."

"Well, the good news is that won't be necessary. I haven't had a chance to tell you, but your dad pulled me aside at the wedding..."

I shared the story of his unexpected gift.

Nina's eyes widened as I named the specific sum he'd given us. "Oh my God, Shaun. I can't believe he did that. I wonder if Mom knows..."

I shrugged. "Honestly, I was more surprised that he gave it to me, rather than you directly."

"I'm not," Nina said, shaking her head. "He's old-fashioned when it comes to men and money. Husbands are the head, and all that. But this is just what we need. We can go back to having our own place again!"

"Assuming Dante agrees," I pointed out. "He may not want to."

"We won't give him a choice," Nina said firmly. "Maybe we can even offer some of Dad's gift as extra incentive."

"It's worth a shot," I admitted. "But we can worry about that when we get back. I'm a little distracted by how sexy you're looking in that robe right now."

"Oh, is that right?" Nina laughed, before biting her lip playfully. "Just think how sexy I'd look out of it, then."

We didn't even bother going inside, making love right there on the balcony.

Our honeymoon was like a dream, but like all dreams, it eventually came to an end. With a mix of sadness and satisfaction, we returned to the real world.

We arrived back at our apartment early evening on Sunday, tired from travel, but happy to be home. Dante was lounging on the couch, but he greeted us warmly as we entered.

"Wow, you two are looking refreshed as hell. Got that newlywed glow and everything!" Dante said, laying it on thick.

I don't know if his friendliness was an attempt to make up for sleeping with Nina on our wedding night... or if he had just missed us. Maybe both.

"It's called a tan," Nina replied with a wink.

"You? With a tan? Hardly," Dante shot back. He wasn't wrong—Nina had used so much sunscreen on our trip that she'd basically worn it as a second skin. Shew as very much the same pale woman she'd always been.

We unloaded our stuff and unpacked our suitcases over the next several minutes. Once we'd finally finished and had a momentary break to recover, I prompted Nina.

"Think it's time to talk to Dante?"

The two of us had decided we'd let Dante know of our new agreement sooner rather than later. Less chance for us to lose our nerve.

"Yeah, let's do it," Nina sighed. "But after that, I'm gonna need the rest of the night to relax. No more excitement."

"Fine by me," I agreed, as we jointed Dante in the living room.

Dante was on the couch, so I took the free chair, Nina sitting on my lap.

I dove right in.

"Dante, Nina and I had a lot of time to talk on our honeymoon. One of the things we talked about was what happened on our wedding night. As you know, we'd all agreed that once Nina and I were married, that there'd be no more sex between you two."

Dante took this in silently, his face a mask. I continued.

"Neither of us are upset at what happened. In fact, I think we all enjoyed ourselves, and I'll be the first to admit that I wouldn't have been able to consummate my marriage—even if it was only oral—without your help, Dante."

I swallowed, then continued.

"But at the same time, Nina and I don't think it's healthy for us as newlyweds to be living like this. Well, with you specifically, Dante. We both like you, and that's the problem. Now that Nina and I are married, we need to make sure that some things stay between the two of us. And as long as you're here, Dante, we don't know if that would be possible. We'd like you to move out."

Those last sentences spilled out of me in a rush, but once I'd said them, silence filled the air.

Once again, though, Dante surprised me. He laughed.

"What's funny?" Nina asked.

Dante shook his head, amused grin spread across his face. "This whole time you guys have been honeymooning, I've been thinking how to tell you guys that I want to move out."

I was floored. Of all of Dante's possible responses, this wasn't one I'd expected. "Wait, why?"

Dante shrugged like it was obvious. "Same reason as yours. I don't think our current living situation is gonna work long-term. I'm glad you guys are cool with what we've done. I know I've had my fun. But I'm not a homewrecker. I need to leave before 'fun' becomes 'messy'. I've been there before, and I'm not going there again. Only hangup left was the money bind it might put you guys in. I know that's why you brought me in to begin with. But it sounds like you guys have figured that out."

"Oh. Well, I guess we're on the same page then." I said, still processing Dante's nonchalant agreement.

Nina broke in, "When were you thinking about going?"

Dante turned to her. "While you guys were gone, I've been busy looking for another place. There's an apartment across town that caught my eye. And since we're in agreement, I can move by next weekend."

"Just like that, huh?" I said.

"Just like that," Dante agreed.

And it was.

Just like that, within a week, Dante was gone.

It took some adjusting to Dante's absence. I didn't realize how much of our routines had included him, both sexual and otherwise. There was a Dante-shaped hole in our lives... and between Nina's legs. I did my best to fill both.

That should have been the end of our story with Dante. And for a long while, it was.

Life moved on. Nina graduated and found a job in town. We saved and saved, eventually able to put a down payment on a house. It was small, but it was ours. Shortly after that, Nina and I decided we were ready to expand our household. First was a cat. Then a dog.

Then a baby.

When Noah came into the world and made me a father, my perspective on everything changed. He was our little miracle, in more ways than one. In the process of trying for a kid, I discovered that while I wasn't impotent, I was close. After months of trying to get Nina pregnant, and various doctor visits, medicines, etc., I'd about given up hope on being able to conceive naturally. Finally, after dropping a huge amount of money for IVF, we received the good news: Nina was pregnant, and the fetus was healthy.

A few years passed, and Nina and I adjusted to our new role as parents. I'd always known that raising a child was hard work, but until you experience it for yourself, it's impossible to fully appreciate just how hard it is. Yet we made it work, as our marriage entered a more mature stage.

Once Noah exited his toddler-stage, Nina and I floated the idea of trying for a second kid. We both wanted one, for Noah's benefit as much as ours. And yet the stress and cost of trying the first time gave us pause. Neither of us were eager to go through that tortuous process again. The cycle of hope and disappointment still weighed heavy.

We talked about it for weeks, going over different possibilities of how it might play out. We considered adoption, but even adoption was expensive and tedious, without an absolute guarantee of success.

Finally, during one of these discussions, in a moment of self-directed frustration, I remembered Dante.

I hadn't thought about Dante in a while by this point. Nina and I never talked about our time with him—not because we were ashamed, but he just wasn't relevant anymore. He was a brief spark of passion and lust in our lives, but then he was gone, and we'd moved on.

But in one of life's ironic moments, my memory shoved him back into awareness.

"You know how you can tell I'm so frustrated by this?" I'd started by saying, laughing bitterly, "I just remembered Dante."

Nina had looked at me questioningly, so I explained.

"I was just thinking I almost wish you hadn't been on birth control when he was around. Maybe that way you would have had baby number one then, and Noah would have been our second, and we would have been done. None of this would be a problem now."

Nina had hugged me tight, sensing the self-frustration behind my statement. "Oh Shaun. Don't be so hard on yourself. Besides, you know that's not how that would have worked," she pointed out. "Even if I had been off birth control, it would have been Dante's kid, not yours."

"It would have been mine if we raised it," I said. "It's basically the same as adoption, after all."

"Yeah, except you're assuming that Dante would want to give it up."

I was silent. Nina was right, of course. I changed the subject. "I wonder what he's doing these days, anyway."

Nina shrugged. "I think he's doing good. He's opened up his own massage parlor like he wanted. Seems to be growing. He's got a girlfriend. Been with her for a while now, I think. They've got a kid together."

I stared. I had completely forgotten about Dante, but here Nina was, as current on his life as if she'd talked to him the other day.

Nina noticed my shock. "It's all on social media. You'd know this too if you hadn't deactivated all your accounts. He added me a while back."

"You didn't say anything about it," I said, coming to terms with this revelation.

"That's because it wasn't a big deal. We haven't messenged or anything. He added me, I accepted, and went on with my life," Nina explained.

"Can I see?" I finally said, curiosity getting the better of me.

"Yeah, one sec, let me get him pulled up," Nina said.

Moments later, there he was. Dante in all his glory.

He'd matured since I'd last seen him, but even online, I could tell he was the same charismatic, attractive guy I'd remembered. As Nina had said, he did seem to be doing well. I went through several pictures of his small-but-professional massage studio, of him hanging out with friends around town, and of him and his girlfriend loving on each other.

"She kinda looks like you," I observed.

"Not really," Nina said, embarrassed by the implication. "She's blonde, after all."

It was true that Dante's girl was blonde rather than Nina's brunette, but there was a strong resemblance, even if Nina wasn't willing to admit it.

"I guess once you try white, you know that it's right," I joked.

"Please never say that to anyone again, me included," Nina said making a face.

"Sorry," I quickly apologized. "It looks like he's still in town with us. I'm surprised we've never run into him."

"I mean the city is a big place," Nina said. "And we don't have any mutual friends or hangout spots."

"Maybe we should invite him over and catch up. Might be fun to see what he's been up to over the years." I said.

"I don't think inviting a former booty call over for dinner is a good idea, Shaun," Nina pointed out.

"Dante was more than just a booty call. He was our roommate," I corrected, "And a pretty good one too, all things considered. Paid on time, gave us massages... sure, he had his way with you a few times too, but who could blame him for that?"

Nina didn't respond. Just rolled her eyes and exited from Dante's profile.

"You know, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea," I said, talking to myself now.

"What's that?" Nina asked warily.

"I know how this sounds, but what if we do invite Dante over? And while he's here, let him solve this problem for us too."

"What probl—oh. Shaun, no," Nina said, realizing what I was hinting at.

"I'm serious," I said. "I know how it sounds, but think about it. We can't afford to do IVF again, and I'm not sure I could handle another year of failed attempts. Plus, Dante's got a kid of his own, so he's not firing blanks. And it's not like he'd be doing anything with you that he hasn't before."

"So what are you suggesting we do? Invite Dante over for burgers and have him knock me up for dessert?"

"Basically, yeah," I shrugged.

Nina stared at me. "There's so many problems with that. I can't believe you even brought it up as a joke."

"I'm not joking. And if there are so many problems, what are they?" I challenged. Truth was, I hadn't really been serious about the idea, but it was growing on me. It was crazy, yes, but was it really any crazier than what we'd done with Dante already? And if it gave us the second child we wanted...

"Well, for one, we're married. In case you missed it, that usually means no outside sex. Two, we don't know it would work. People don't become pregnant every time they have sex. Three, even if it did work, how would we explain to our friends and family why our new baby is black? Four, we don't even know Dante would agree even if he were single, which brings me to five, he has a family of his own. And finally, every time we've tried to push something with Dante, we've always lost control and did things we didn't mean to. How's that for you?"

I nodded solemnly, pretending to consider her points. "Okay, okay. Those are pretty good. But here's why they're wrong."

I cleared my throat dramatically. "One. Dante's already had sex with you while we were married. Two. We don't have to try between you and Dante just once. Three. We tell everyone that we did IVF with a black donor. Four. He won't be able to resist seeing you again. Five. Probably your best point, but I think it will fail for the same reason as number four. And last, even if we did lose control, what else could happen? Dante's already done everything with you there is to do."

I looked at her pointedly, waiting for a rebuttal.

But Nina had just sighed. "I just can't believe you're arguing to have another man knock me up. I don't see how that could possibly be a good idea."

I turned serious and pulled her into a hug. "It's not really what I want. What I want is to have this baby ourselves, and finally have a full family. But I don't know if I can make that happen, and that kills me. What if this really is our best alternative?"

"I don't see how it could be," Nina said, hugging me back. "But if you really are serious about the idea, I'll think about it. But in the meantime, why don't we try ourselves a bit more first?"

"Okay," I agreed. "We can try some more."

Several months passed without success. The failure weighed on us both, and Nina finally agreed to consider using Dante as an option. We were both desperate enough by this point that neither of us were bothered by the idea itself, but there were two other hurdles: Dante's agreement and the potential messiness of his parental rights.

For the second hurdle, Nina had a friend of a friend who worked in a legal office, and she was reassured that we'd be fine. I just needed to be listed as the father on-record at the birth to cement my claim. I was skeptical at first, but Nina was confident in her source. Nothing I found online said otherwise, so I went with it.

That just left one last issue: would Dante agree?

We didn't even know if Dante would want to see us again, but when Nina sent Dante a message inviting him for dinner, Dante seemed nothing but eager. We caught up online a bit, but it was brief. There was no hint to our earlier wild times together.

"Maybe he's embarrassed," Nina had suggested. "Maybe he feels like he took advantage of us and he's ashamed."

"I think we took advantage of each other," I had countered. "And besides, do you really think Dante would be ashamed about anything?"

"You have a point," Nina had conceded.

Dante had offered to bring his new girlfriend along and introduce us, but we'd put him off with a 'maybe next time'.

The only other consideration we had was Noah—and we arranged to drop him off at a babysitter, leaving the house to just us.

And before we knew it, our scheduled evening had arrived. After all these years, Dante was on his way back into our lives.

Surprisingly, neither Nina nor I had second thoughts about our plan. Our commitment was a sign of our desperation, but I had to admit, the idea of Dante returning had begun to excite me too. My blood was racing once he'd texted he'd left his house. I imagine Nina must have felt the same way, because she shared a new worry.

"What if Dante doesn't find me attractive enough to sleep with?"

I couldn't help myself. I laughed. Seeing the hurt on Nina's face, I quickly reassured her. "That won't be a problem. You're hotter now than you've ever been."

It was true. Nina was still the same curvy-but-makeup-free woman she'd always been, but her former pregnancy had left her looking even fuller than before. And there were other small differences too—her hair was styled better for her face, and she'd gotten better at finding clothes that flattered her pale skin and body type. The tight shirt and jeans she'd chosen to wear for Dante were casual enough, but still extremely provocative nonetheless, accenting her ass and chest perfectly.

Still, Nina was skeptical. "Of course, you have to say that, you're my husband. But I'm a mom now. I'm not as fit as I was when we first met Dante. What if he's not interested in me anymore?"

"He will be," I said firmly. "But even if he backs out for another reason, we'll figure something else out. But let's worry about one thing at a time."

I don't know if Nina was convinced, but she let it go.

A few minutes later, our doorbell rang. I opened the front door, and there Dante was, like a ghost made manifest. I was filled with a potent sense of déjà vu as past memories and present experience crashed together.

"Wow, Dante. You're really here," I said, realizing how dumb those words sounded even as I said them.

"Hey, Shaun. It's been a while. You're looking dashing as ever," Dante said, pulling me into a hug; his charm already on full display.

"Thanks. The years have been good to you too," I replied.

Like I'd seen from his social media, Dante was older now, but he was unquestionably the same magnetic black man who'd seduced my fiancé all those years ago.

"So, you gonna invite me in?" he grinned.

"Yeah, of course, of course. Welcome to our home," I said, stepping out of his way as he entered.

Even though this is exactly what I had asked for, a part of me couldn't believe that this was happening. After years of no contact, Dante was suddenly back in our lives.

Nina was waiting just inside, and when Dante laid eyes on her, he whistled appreciatively. "Wow, Nina. Somehow you look even better than I remembered."

Nina blushed. "Thanks, Dante. You look good too. It's nice to see you again."

They exchanged a hug. It must have been my imagination, but I swore I could see a physical spark flash between them as they made contact. But then it vanished as they separated again.

"Nice place you guys got here," Dante said, looking around.

"Yeah, it's been a good home to us," I agreed. "You want to grab some food and catch up?"

"I'd love to," Dante replied, looking squarely at Nina.

The three of us spent the next hour catching up with one another, expanding on the info we'd already exchanged online. Despite our ulterior motive in inviting Dante over, I had to admit that it was fun to learn what he'd been up to since we'd seen him. Between the success of his independent massage business and his new family, I was legitimately happy for him.

Dante was equally interested in what we'd been up to, especially Nina. As our conversation progressed, he became increasingly flirty with her. Normally, I wouldn't have tolerated another man flirting openly with my wife, especially in front of me, but this played right into our goal for the evening. Even when Nina began talking about Noah, Dante managed to work in another compliment: "That's why you're even curvier than I remembered. Motherhood looks damn good on you".

For her part, Nina was more than receptive to Dante's shameless flattery, blushing and giggling like a schoolgirl, even as she made a show of downplaying it: "oh stop it," "you're bad," etc. It seemed even their years apart hadn't been enough to dull their affinity for one another. I should have been jealously raging, but instead I found myself becoming increasingly aroused by their connection.

After we talked about Noah, it wasn't long before the conversation turned to the real reason we'd invited Dante over: our desire for a second kid. But once we'd arrived at our real purpose for inviting Dante, Nina suddenly quieted, unsure how to proceed. I had mostly dropped out of the conversation by this point, but I sensed it was time to take over. I explained our troubles conceiving, and how desperate we were for a second child.

Dante listened attentively, nodding sympathetically as I shared our story. When I reached our present dilemma—pay more than we could afford for IVF/adoption or give up entirely—Dante shook his head and sighed heavily.

"Damn, that's tough."

I exchanged a look with Nina, who after a moment of hesitation, gave me a small nod. It was time to come clean.

"That's actually why we invited you over tonight, Dante. You're a way out of our dilemma. I won't tiptoe around it anymore. We want you to be our sperm donor. And since we can't pay for IVF, it would have to be the natural route."

I expected Dante to laugh or call us crazy or at least ask us for more details. But true to his nature, Dante surprised us again.

He shrugged and simply said, "Damn, Shaun. If you wanted me to fuck your wife again, all you had to do was ask." He winked at Nina for emphasis.

This was the answer we'd hoped for, more or less... but the fact that Dante gave it so easily made me skeptical that he was taking it seriously.

"I'm glad you're on board, Dante," I said slowly, "but just so we're clear: this is a real request. I'm not asking you to fuck Nina. We're asking you to help us have a baby."

"Oh, no, I got it," Dante said reassuringly. "But it's really the same thing. Only difference is making sure I finish in the right place."

Dante's glibness still made me question his commitment, but he wasn't wrong either. If Dante insisted he was willing, then I wouldn't fight him on it. We'd have to take him at his word.

But Nina had one last concern. "But what about your girlfriend? Won't this feel like cheating on her? You guys have a kid together, after all."

Dante looked at her pointedly. "No, it's not cheating because I wouldn't be doing it for me. I'd be doing it for you guys. A favor for old friends. Still, no sense worrying her about it. It may not be cheating, but seems smart to keep it between us three anyway. And besides, Nina, I knew you first anyway," Dante said, as if that explained everything.

His answer made no sense to me, but Nina seemed placated. She turned to me. "Okay, Shaun. I guess that's settled then. How do you want to do this?"

"Oh, you guys meant now?" Dante cut in, turning serious at last. "Like right now? I'm proud of you, Shaun. I'm not used to you diving in like this."

"Guess you taught me some things," I replied. "But are you ready, Dante? It's okay if you need time to think it over."

"Nah, I don't need time. I'm all-in. Let's get you a baby," Dante firmly. His cavalier attitude still concerned me—he was about to fuck my wife, not help me fix a leak—but I couldn't worry about that now.

I turned back to Nina. "You heard him. Let's take this to the bedroom."

The three of us made our way over, none of us speaking as the reality of what we were about to do sank in. We'd gone from chatting with a buddy we hadn't seen in years to agreeing to fuck, all in the blink of an eye. And yet the transition seemed natural. Was that a sign of our baby-desperation or just us falling into old habits? I wasn't sure, but my blood was racing.

When we reached our room, Nina looked back at me for direction. "So, what now?"

"What do you mean? We know what we need to do—let's just go for it."

"I just... I mean, it's been years since... I wouldn't know where to begin," Nina said, suddenly looking embarrassed.

Dante laughed, instantly grasping the reason for Nina's hesitation. Nina and Dante may have screwed each other's brains out times beyond counting... but that was years ago. Now, they were barely acquaintances.

Fortunately, Dante had a solution. "C'mon, guys. Let's not make this hard. You two start on your own. Pretend I'm not here. And when you guys look like you're nice and into it, I'll hop in. Easy as that."

"Sounds good to me," I agreed. "Nina?"

Nina gave one last uncertain look towards Dante before refocusing on me. "Okay, yeah. I'm ready."

With her assent, I began.

I took Nina into my arms and began to kiss her softly on the lips. Nina was stiff at first, but she slowly loosened and sank into my embrace. The sounds of our lips smacking together was the only sound in the room, but Dante's presence loomed nearby. It didn't bother me though; if anything, it excited me to know that he was watching Nina and I take the first steps of our intimacy routine.

Without interrupting my kisses, I started to move towards the bed, guiding Nina backwards until her legs pressed against the mattress. I used my arms to lower her down, continuing to kiss as long as I could, until gravity pulled her away from me. Nina, currently half-flopped onto the bed, looked up at me with an aroused smile.

"You're so fucking sexy," I whispered, as I removed my clothes, piece by piece. After only my boxers remained, I reached down, took Nina's legs in my hands, and swiveled her around so she was lying lengthwise along the bed. She giggled with the move, and as I climbed over her, she was still smiling as I restarted my kisses once more. She returned them eagerly.

Our kisses quickly became more passionate as our mutual heat rose. Our tongues twirled together as Nina ran her hands over my hair, to my neck, and then down over my back. Even though she was still fully clothed, she spread her legs apart, allowing me to sink between them. My cock was at full attention by this point, and it strained against the fabric of my boxers, tenting it, as it desperately sought release.

I allowed my hand to come between our bodies, and I began to trace downwards, over Nina's belly to the hem of her jeans. My fingers found the button, which I opened easily, before edging her zipper down towards her womanhood. As my fingertips brushed her panties underneath, I could tell she was already soaked.

"Wow, someone's excited," I said with a grin.

Nina responded by pulling me more deeply into a kiss. I ended my hand's exploration for the moment, distracted by her intensity. As our mouths moved over one another, Nina began to make small noises of arousal, her hunger for me becoming obvious.

So encouraged, I tilted to one side, pulling Nina along with me, slowly flipping us over and leaving her on top. Without pausing, I took advantage of her shirt's newfound accessibility by pulling it over her body and tossing it off the bed. Even before I'd removed it, Nina was already working on releasing her bra, and it came off the next moment.

Nina's full breasts, now loose, hung freely above my face. Entranced, I reached for them and kneaded them softly, running my tongue over her hardened nipples. She moaned softly as I kept up my work, breaking occasionally to suck on her nipples in turn. Once they'd been pleasured enough, Nina pressed downwards against me, bringing her face over mine once more.

I could see the lust in her eyes, so I didn't waste any more time. I moved my hands to her waist and hooked my fingers inside the hem of her jeans and panties. Having already opened them, I was able to slide them down easily, although Nina had to help me remove them the rest of the way. I took the moment to remove my own boxers too, leaving us both totally naked.

As Nina started to climb back over me, I saw Dante by the doorway. At some point, he had quietly removed his own clothes, and he was now stroking his own very erect cock. Seeing his girth out in the open hammered home for me what we were about to do. I was about to let this black man we hadn't seen in years impregnate my wife.

It was the mindfuck of all mindfucks. Was this really happening?

I didn't have time to wonder at it for long, though, as Nina brought my attention back to her. She'd pressed her hips over mine, rubbing my cock with her body. Her own lubrication quickly spread to me, as she caressed my hardness with her pussy lips. As she continued to slide along me, she went a bit further each time, until at last, I felt the head of my cock slip against her opening. The angle was bad, though, and when she slid back down again, my cock remained trapped between us.

I was feeling edged, but Nina wasn't done. Once more, she slid over me, and this time I was ready. As she reached my tip again, I guided my cock upwards, feeling it press squarely against her entrance. This time, as Nina slid down, my cock stayed in place, and she impaled herself onto it.

I was instantly flooded with pleasure as Nina's warm wetness surrounded my manhood. She'd taken my entire length at once, and for a moment, she remained motionless, holding me tightly in the grip of her walls, basking in the sensation of me filling her.

Nina, like many women, had developed a decreased libido post-motherhood, but there was no sign of that now. Her horniness matched my own; a sexed-state unseen since our honeymoon. I knew the excitement of Dante watching was the likely reason for Nina's rediscovered passion, but I didn't care. I was in heaven.

Soon though, the bliss of being inside Nina wasn't enough. I needed more.

Adjusting my legs slightly for better leverage, I slowly pulled out of Nina, feeling her juices coat my cock as I slid out from her. After I'd gone a couple inches, though, I pushed forward again, the sensation of the fresh thrust pleasuring us anew. Nina's mouth opened slightly as endorphins flooded her brain.

I was barely in control myself, blazing wildly with lust. Instinctively, I began to pound into Nina, not overly forceful, but steady. Each push seemed to take me deeper inside her, even though I knew I had maxed-out several thrusts before. Soon we were both moaning, as we meshed our bodies into one another.

Suddenly, I realized that I was about to cum. Warning bells went off in my brain, and I quickly pulled out of Nina. Not a moment too soon—right as my cock fell onto my stomach, I exploded, sending streams of semen between our bodies, covering us both. As much as I enjoyed finishing inside my wife, I couldn't risk it tonight. We needed to put as much fertile sperm in her as possible, and unfortunately, that wasn't mine.

Still, I was in no position to be bothered as my orgasm slammed home. The waves of pleasure I'd felt from being inside of Nina was only a foretaste of the tidal wave I felt now. Pure bliss washed over me and I groaned loudly, Nina kissing me as I rode out the ecstasy.

Only after several seconds passed did I finally return to reality. Once I did, though, I realized that Dante was already climbing onto the bed, wasting no time now that I'd left him an opening.

He pulled himself up behind Nina—straddling my own legs—and guided her hips back, making room to push his own cock between us. He wasn't touching me, but I could still feel the heat radiating from his thick, black snake. The next moment, Nina moaned, biting her bottom lip, and I knew that Dante had entered her.

"Oh Shaun, he's so big," she gasped, looking at me with a potent mix of worry and pleasure as she was stretched by our former roommate's girth.

"You can handle it, baby. You've done it before," I reminded her, my own voice a mix of reassurance and residual lust.

"I bet you missed this, didn't you, Nina?" Dante said, smacking Nina loudly on the ass. "I know I did."

I suddenly realized why Dante had been so cavalier about this whole setup. It was an act. He hadn't been feeling nonchalant about sleeping with Nina at all; quite the opposite, in fact. A part of him, lying dormant all this time, must have been waiting and hoping for this very thing to happen: a chance to reunite with his former lover, physically and emotionally, making him complete in a way that he hadn't been in years. I knew then it was no accident that his current girlfriend looked so much like Nina.

And Nina was equally enthralled by this reconnection.

"Oh, I did. I did miss it," she agreed, squirming onto Dante's cock as he continued to work himself deeper inside her.

"And now you want my baby too, don't you?" Dante said, smacking her on the ass again.

Nina's eyes opened wide at Dante's boldness, as she stared down at me. I saw panic in them, but also a dawning realization. "Uhhh, Dante," she finally gasped, unable to say more, torn between her loyalty to me and her own desires.

"That wasn't an answer," Dante said teasingly, another smack filling the air; Nina's ass cheek rippling from the impact.

Nina shot me a brief look of apology, but then it was gone, replaced once more by the pleasure from Dante pushing into her deepest recesses. "Mmmmm, yes, I do," she finally gasped.

"'Yes, I do', what?" Dante prompted, as he finished filling out my wife.

"Yes. Yes! Yes, I do! I want your baby, Dante!" Nina squeaked out, her inhibitions fully shredded as she tried to cope with the sensations that Dante was creating in her.

"There's a good girl," Dante said huskily, barely able to contain his own pleasure now. "Who knew an innocent thing like you would beg for my baby. But don't you worry, I'll give you what you want. You're gonna be so full of my cum, it's gonna leak from your ears."

With that promise, Dante's began to thrust inside my wife, even as she continued to hold herself over me and look into my eyes. Somehow, Dante's bold words didn't send me into a rage. If anything, they turned me on. Maybe it was because I was so linked with Nina—neither of us breaking eye contact, even as pleasure from Dante's cock kept washing over her face—but whatever the reason, I had no intention of stopping this, even if I knew I should. And if Dante had any concerns about my reaction to his words, he certainly didn't show it.

No, instead, he kept fucking my wife like she was his and his alone.

As Dante increased his rhythm, Nina began to moan almost continuously, stopping only to gasp for air.

"Oh my god, Shaun. Oh my god. It's too much!" she managed to wheeze.

I reached for her hand and squeezed it. Watching Nina in the throes of pleasure I'd never known were possible, all I could say was "I know."

A few more oh-my-god!s escaped from Nina, before I realized her oh-god!s were transitioning to oh-Dante!s, as she gasped his name over and over again.

Recognizing that Nina had completely given herself over to him, Dante reached around Nina's torso and pulled her tight against his body, even as he continued to thrust inside her. He ignored the remnants of my cum that had stuck to her, even as it smeared on his arms. Dante was much too far gone to care about such things.

At this new angle, I could now see his cock penetrate Nina from below, and once again, I was hit with déjà vu, amazed that something other than childbirth could possibly spread Nina's pussy so wide.

Still cradling Nina in his arms and thrusting steadily, Dante moved his hands to Nina's boobs, tweaking her pink nipples between his black fingers. Nina tilted her head back reflexively, and Dante began to kiss her cheek as she melted into him, her whiteness intertwining with his blackness. Even as separate bodies, it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

It was during this utterly complete connection that their orgasms hit at last; long overdue considering the sheer ecstasy they'd been experiencing. They shuddered together and moaned as one, Dante's balls visibly shivering as they pumped wave after wave of his virile seed deep into my wife's pussy. It wasn't the first time Dante had cum inside Nina... but now she was totally unprotected. At that very moment, millions of Dante's sperm would be swimming through Nina's cervix into her uterus, and to the egg that hopefully awaited them. Once linked, Nina and Dante's DNA would merge, their biologic essences blending together to create new life. A new life that would forever represent their reignited bond.

On some level, I think we all sensed this encounter had become far more than a simple fertilization procedure, as Dante and Nina were dragged by the raging currents of their orgasms. No, it was something much more.

But none of us acknowledged it, even as Dante and Nina coalesced back into reality.

I was the first to break the silence. "Well, you certainly did what you promised, Dante," I said, eyeing the sperm leaking out from Nina's pussy lips onto his cock.

Dante gave a soft laugh, clearly still winded. "Hey, I did what I said I'd do."

Nina reached down between her legs and touched Dante's cum slowly running out of her. "If that didn't do the trick, I don't know what will," she said, goofy smile plastered on her face. If Nina felt ashamed by giving herself so openly to Dante—far beyond what was physically required—she didn't show it.

Nina started to pull away from Dante, no doubt to clean herself up, but Dante kept her held tight against him.

"Wait. Not yet. We need to make sure as much of my cum stays inside you as possible. If I pull out now, I'll be taking a lot with me."

Nina looked at me and shrugged in a what-are-you-gonna-do gesture, before looking back towards Dante. She couldn't face him at that angle, but Dante leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, as if he was trying mark her as his own. Nina smiled, clearly receptive to his presumptive move.

"We may have just made a baby together. How's that make you feel, Nina?" Dante whispered softly, but still loud enough for me to hear.

"Happy," Nina said, smiling even wider.

"Even though it's not Shaun's?" Dante prodded further.

"Just because it's yours doesn't mean it's not Shaun's," Nina said softly, discomforted by the question.

"Hmm, we'll see," Dante said, before turning to me. "Shaun, doesn't your wife look great with my cock in her?"

"She'd look great with any cock in her," I pointed out. "That's just how sexy she is."

"That's a good point," Dante acknowledged. "But I bet she looks extra great with mine. Especially after I've nutted in her."

I didn't have anything to say to that.

All three of us sat there in silence for a moment. Me, long since flaccid, but still leaking cum onto my own stomach, as Dante and Nina were straddled over my calves, leaking cum themselves onto the bedsheet.

To fill the silence, Dante began kissing along Nina's neck, leaving little love marks on the way. Nina enjoyed it at first, but then she reached up to stop him.

"Okay, Dante. I think it's been long enough. I need to go to the bathroom, or I'm gonna end up with a UTI."

Dante sat up again, reluctantly releasing Nina back down over me. Nina quickly climbed onto the floor and headed to the bathroom, duck-walking to keep as much of Dante's cum inside her as she could.

Dante climbed off the bed as well, his cock going flaccid at last. He glanced at me. "Shaun. Thanks for inviting me over tonight. I know Nina's your wife, but I could fuck her every day for the rest of my life and never get tired of it."

"I can't say I blame you," I agreed.

"Hmm," Dante said, falling into his thoughts for a moment, before speaking again. "You know, if you two really are as desperate for a kid as you say you are, we should do this again to maximize your chances. A few more times, at least. And soon, unless you want to wait several weeks between each time to do a pregnancy test."

I knew that Dante didn't care about the success of our attempts—he just wanted to fuck Nina some more—but he had a point. More attempts would increase our chances. And once Nina did get pregnant, that would be all we needed from him. So, I played along.

"You might be right," I said, pretending to consider. "I'll check with Nina later and see if we can schedule something. But what about on your end? Won't your girlfriend be suspicious if you keep coming over here?"

"No, because I'll tell her I'm out for another evening massage. Which is kind of true, if you think about it. I can be pretty convincing, after all," Dante grinned, knowing full well Nina and I both had been on the receiving end of said convincing.

"Well, our evenings and weekends are usually free. We'd just need to drop Noah off at the babysitter first."

"How about this Saturday then?" Dante said, unable to keep the eagerness from his voice. "That should give me enough time to fill up on cum again."

I ignored that mental image. "I'll run it by Nina, but I'm sure it will be fine. Assuming she wants to keep trying, that is."

"Oh, I'm sure she will. I've seen how badly she wants it. A baby, I mean," Dante quickly clarified, with a shit-eating grin.

As it turned out, Nina did want it. Dante had left before she had emerged from the bathroom, surprising us both with his sudden exit, and so I was the one to pass on his proposal. Nina considered, but before she commented, she felt out my own feelings about it.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked.

"I think he just wants to fuck you again, but we did agree beforehand that multiple attempts would be our best odds. And once you do get pregnant, that's a clear time to end it, so we don't have to worry about it spiraling into something else."

"I feel like we've had this conversation before about Dante, and somehow he always seems to keep coming back for more," Nina said. "But just because we couldn't stick to our guns before doesn't mean we can't now. Besides, we both know that when I was pregnant with Noah, I didn't have much interest in sex at all. That should make it easier to end things too."

"That's pretty much how I felt. So... this Saturday, then?"

"This Saturday."

And so, that Saturday arrived, and with it, Dante.

We had the house to ourselves again—Noah appropriately exiled elsewhere—but this time, there was barely any prelude before the three of us were meshed in carnal pleasure again. Nina started off the session by sucking us both off simultaneously, although she spent more time on me to ensure Dante saved himself for the main event. Watching my otherwise-tame wife blow myself and Dante with such lustful abandon was incredibly sexy, and I exploded over her face and chest in no time. After a brief pause for me to clean her up, Nina focused all her attention on Dante.

They did missionary this time. Nina lay flat on our bed as Dante ravaged her pussy; Nina kept her legs tightly wrapped around Dante's ass, trying to guide him ever further inside her. Their fuck was just as passionate as the last, but it was more intimate too, with the two of them exchanging frequent kisses and increasingly dirty pillow talk. Once again, Dante repeated his question to Nina, asking if she wanted his baby, and again, Nina answered in the affirmative. Shortly after, Dante fulfilled her request, pouring his DNA into her unprotected vagina a second time.

The very next day, Dante was back. We weren't able to find a babysitter on such short notice, so instead, I reluctantly left Dante alone with Nina as I took Noah out on a trip to a local park. The entire time I was distracted, wondering exactly how Dante was violating my wife this time, and what sorts of wild things they were saying to one another when I wasn't around to hear. I wasn't jealous, exactly; just upset that I didn't get to enjoy it myself. When we returned, Dante was gone, although Nina certainly had the look of a thorough-dicking, Dante's fresh cum still dripping from between her legs.

From that point on, Dante dropped by almost every night. Sometimes we found a babysitter for Noah, while other times I kept him busy in a distant part of the house, hearing Dante and Nina's muffled moans of ecstasy coming from our bedroom. The times I was able to participate were incredibly hot for me, even if it did become clear that I was just the appetizer for Dante's main course. I entered an extended period of constant horniness, interrupted by only brief refractory periods of release.

Dante and Nina quickly shed all inhibitions, doing and saying increasingly shameless things to each other, even in my presence. Sexy-Nina had entered hibernation after Dante had moved out, but now that he was back, she too returned with a vengeance. Nina often outright pleaded for Dante's cock, telling him that she'd been thinking about him all day, even at work. For his part, Dante made increasingly bold comments, including saying that if I wasn't careful, Nina would start skipping me entirely, and I'd be forced to simply watch as Nina saved herself for him alone. She never did, of course—she was still my wife, after all—but I could tell his comments excited her anyway.

Dante pushed his luck in other ways too—one cheeky encounter, he 'accidentally' forgot to stay inside Nina, and instead spewed his cum wastefully over her face and tits. The sight was hot as hell, seeing my wife showered in Dante's cum, but it defeated the purpose of the fuck. Dante apologized and swore that it wouldn't happen again. And to his credit, it didn't, every other encounter ending with Nina's pussy full of his cum.

I never did find out if Dante's girlfriend caught on to his activities. She was never mentioned, and although part of me felt bad for both her and their shared child, I was too caught up in my own lust to worry about it much. Besides, for all I knew, they remained happily unaware of Dante's transgressions. I never dug into it further.

As hot as Dante and Nina's fucks continued to be, it was one of their last that proved most memorable for me. In many ways, it was the culmination of the carnal bliss that had come before.

We'd gotten a babysitter this time and had the house to ourselves. Dante dropped by during his usual hour, greeting Nina with a "Hey, sexy," before embracing her with a passionate kiss. Soon they were shedding clothes right there in the doorway, not even noticing that they had forgotten to close the door first. Fortunately, I had raced for it before they'd made it too far.

"I'll always be his slut," Nina said, tearing her eyes away from Dante long enough to glance at me. Even with our quick eye contact, the ecstasy in Nina's eyes was obvious.

"Good. Now cum for me," Dante commanded.

Nina did.

And yet even as the last of her spasms subsided, they still weren't done. Somehow Dante remained unfinished.

Dante pulled himself out of Nina, climbing from the bed, his stiff black cock swaying impressively in the air as he moved. It glistened with Nina's juices, highlighting the impossible fact that somehow she could fit the imposing monstrosity inside her.

"Shaun, I think Nina might need some water. Would you mind grabbing us some?"

I looked at my wife. Even post-orgasm, it was clear that Nina was exhausted, although blissfully so.

I got the water.

When I returned, Dante was standing at the edge of the bed, Nina staring up at him in lustful wonder. Her hair was a mess at this point, sweat coating her body, but the satisfied smile plastered to her face revealed her true state.

I passed the water to Nina, who thanked me and sipped from it eagerly. Once she'd had her fill, she returned it and gave her attention back to Dante.

"Dante, this has been amazing, but you have a job to do. I still need your cum, remember?" Nina said, her exposed breasts heaving as she caught her breath.

"Oh, I didn't forget," Dante reassured her. "I just wanted to fuck you as much as possible first. Because that's really what you want, isn't it?"

"I mean, it's not a bad side benefit," Nina admitted, watching Dante hungrily as he climbed back onto the bed.

"Side benefit?" Dante repeated questioningly, crawling to Nina. "I think me fucking you is the real benefit. Having my kid is the side benefit."

As he talked, Dante reclaimed his position over my wife—Nina spreading her legs to allow him back in—but he didn't enter her. Instead, he let his cock slide over her pelvis and onto her belly. His face was once again directly above hers, and they kissed.

The kiss continued for a few seconds, both of them savoring the other, until Dante broke it off. He spoke again, just above a whisper now. "So what do you, say, Nina? Isn't fucking me what you really want? What you've wanted since the first time I fucked you on that massage table? What you wanted when I fucked you at your bachelorette? What you wanted when I fucked you on your wedding night? What you still want?"

"Yes," Nina said, without hesitation this time. "Yes, to all of it. Now fuck me, Dante. Fuck me again."

"Always," Dante promised, as he at last maneuvered his cock back and downwards to Nina's awaiting pussy. Once more, he entered her.

As they fucked, Dante brought out all the tricks he'd learned over the years about how to pleasure my wife, touching her in all her favorite ways, rubbing her sensitive spots, whispering the dirty words that she loved to hear. Nina melted at the pleasure, and I could see Dante at last allow himself to enjoy Nina's complete surrender to him.

This time, when Nina came, Dante came with her—their mouths kissing fiercely as Dante's cock poured yet another potent stream of jizz directly into Nina's fertile womb. They remained locked like that for some time, until at last their lungs finally emptied, and they had to break apart for air.

Like before, Dante didn't withdraw from Nina, letting his cum settle deep inside Nina's body before he disturbed it. I didn't know how much cum Dante had emptied inside Nina by this point, but it was enough to impregnate her more than a dozen times over. Still, even now, he was careful to ensure every possible drop was left inside her.

Although by now I suspected that this precaution was for show, and that the illicit lovers' real desire was to maximize the time they spent conjoined.

As intense as these fucks were, however, Nina and Dante's time together was almost at an end. After Nina confessed the enduring nature of her submission to Dante, they had only a few more passionate encounters before our sought-for positive test finally arrived.

Nina had emerged from the bathroom one morning, waving the pregnancy stick excitedly at me. I saw the two lines, realized what it meant, and joined in her excitement.

The joy of knowing that I would be a father a second time was one of the brightest moments in my life, even if the circumstances behind it were atypical, to say the least. Nina and I shared happy tears together, knowing that our struggles were at an end.

It was only when I off-handedly commented that Dante was going to be disappointed that his fun was over did Nina's mood falter slightly.

We broke the news to Dante over video-call. Although I knew he loved that Nina was now carrying his child, I don't think he expected us to follow-through with bringing his fucks to an end. His face was a mask as we explained his services wouldn't be needed now that Nina was pregnant. I sensed he wanted to press Nina on it, but he held his tongue and offered us congratulations instead.

As the months went by, life at our house slowly returned to normal, with us refocusing on Noah and preparing for baby number two. Nina's libido surprisingly didn't diminish with this second pregnancy, and we continued to make love, even as her belly swelled larger and larger with the black baby inside it.

We decided we didn't want to learn its gender until after it was born, and agreeing to name it only once we knew: Liam, if it was a boy, or Brynn, if it was a girl.

The birth itself went smoothly, at least so far as squeezing out a baby could be smooth. After cutting the umbilical cord and wiping our new baby down, the nurse presented our wailing newborn to us for the first time.

"Looks like a healthy girl!" she'd announced, letting Nina hold her.

"Hello there, Brynn!" Nina had cooed softly, as Brynn's cries filled the room.

It was a special moment, and I knew that I was going to love Brynn regardless of who her true father was. She was ours now, and she was beautiful.

Once Nina and Brynn were cleaned and stabilized, we finally brought Noah in, letting him greet his new sister for the first time. It was clear he didn't quite know what to think about her. At first he seemed excited to have a sibling, but then he turned quiet and serious.

"Does this mean I'll have to share all my toys with her?"

Nina and I had laughed, and we knew that our family was complete at last.

None of the medical staff ever said anything to us, but I caught some of the furtive glances they shared when they thought I wasn't looking: Brynn was very obviously black.

As the next few days passed, we began to see some of the fallout from Brynn's mixed ethnicity. Nina's parents were not happy that their wholesome white daughter had just given birth to a black baby, even after Nina assured them it was a donor-baby. My parents, on the other hand, were just happy to have another grandchild.

Nina's friends were excited for her and took our donor-baby claim at face-value, although during a video call, Megan shot me a questioning glance, which I ignored. Other than her, though, all of our friends and family believed the black-donor story. After all, they all knew Nina was a wholesome woman and mother. The idea that she'd ever cheat on her husband—especially with a black man—was preposterous.

Dante finally visited us a couple weeks after we'd returned home. Nina and I were both utterly exhausted—from the childbirth itself, but also the process of caring for not just one, but now two kids. Sensing our exhaustion, Dante assured us he didn't have sex in mind. "I know it takes a while for a woman to heal up," he'd explained, as if that was the only reason we hadn't started fucking yet.

He didn't stay long, claiming he just wanted to check in, but his expression when he first laid eyes on Brynn told a different story. Nina had shown her off to Dante proudly, thanking him for the gift he'd given us, and assuring him that no baby on Earth would be loved more. A strange look passed over his face at this meeting between biological father and daughter, but then it was gone. Dante congratulated us again on the healthy birth and headed for the door. It was only on his way out that a trace of the Dante we'd come to know emerged.

"You know, I'm only a text away if you ever need help with childcare. Or if you decide to have another kid."

With these parting words, Dante left, leaving Nina and I exchanging bewildered looks.

Would our time with Dante ever truly be done?

Author's endnote: When I started this series last summer, I knew from the beginning that I'd leave the trio's relationship open-ended. Would it fizzle out off-script, as so many flings do? Or was this more than just an extended fling? How exactly might Dante's relationship evolve with the couple, if it did continue? The possibilities are endless, and for me, these open possibilities are more enjoyable than any one definite ending could be. If you prefer certainty, you can decide how it ends yourself, in whatever manner you see fit.

And don't worry—Seducing My Friend's Mom Pt. 02 is still coming.