The story of sperm donation

My wife and I have been married for over two years, and our life has been very harmonious. The only regret is that my parents have always hoped for a grandson, but after she and I visited two hospitals, we were utterly disappointed! To be precise, I was completely disappointed!
My sperm count is very low, insufficient for her to conceive. After nearly a year of costly and exhausting medical treatments, I had completely given up on having a child, while she had never lost the desire to have a baby. Perhaps it's just a woman's nature.
After we both deliberately avoided this sensitive topic for a while, she finally revealed her true feelings one afternoon: "What should we do? I've thought about it for a long time, and I think I should go to a hospital for an artificial insemination?" "
…After all, it's not my own child…" I tried to argue, but my voice was always soft and weaker. The thought of my petite and beautiful wife being implanted with something by another man made my heart ache.
“We have no other choice. Look at your parents, their eyes tell you they completely believe it's my fault. Either you think it through and agree to a divorce, or you tell your parents the truth. I can't take it anymore! It's not that I don't love you, it's just that the circumstances don't allow it! I'm doing this for your own good, I've thought about it for a very long time…”
After my feeble attempts to reason with them, I was finally persuaded.
We researched extensively and looked at many examples online, deciding against going to the hospital. The numerous reports of sperm selling online terrified us. The once standardized and orderly sperm donation process has become a mere formality under the manipulation of some “sperm brokers.” For a mere hundred or two yuan in “nutrition fees,” even migrant workers and drifters have joined in. The thought of those dirty genes flowing into my wife's uterus made my already fragile heart even more vulnerable. Finally, we decided to find the father of our future child online.
In the days that followed, we spent all our time in chat rooms, using alluring names and posting vague, ambiguous messages on BBS. Through suggestive words and ambiguous phrases, I found two men, while she found it even easier, sometimes several in a single night. Neither of us explicitly told her we were looking for a "father" to father my wife; we planned to reveal that gradually after getting to know them. The men
she knew included some who could be considered male students. After getting a general understanding of their basic information over the phone, we filtered out those with vulgar language, who sounded like idle people, and those with poor physical attributes, such as height and weight. Although I contacted two under my wife's name, one of them was quite good. He worked in Boshan, had a bachelor's degree, and was 32 years old (I didn't ask his job title). I met him under the pretense of having an extramarital affair. We agreed to only exchange pagers and cell phones initially and not ask each other anything else. The only thing he mentioned online was that he had a two-year-old son, which was one of the factors that interested my wife and me the most. He was also good-looking, 181 cm tall and 82 kg, a very standard man. The only thing that didn't match me was that he was dark-skinned, while my wife and I are both fair-skinned. But he was a man with a child, which made my wife and me stop doubting his sexual abilities.
Meanwhile, she also narrowed it down to another man, who was actually a boy (a senior in the Physical Education Department of Shandong University of Technology). We were interested in him because of his good looks: 186cm tall, 83kg, fair skin, and close to our own. Most importantly, we hoped our future baby would grow up to be a beautiful or handsome woman or man, and his genes seemed very suitable. My wife initially told him she wanted to find a private insemination partner and would give him 500 yuan as "compensation" each time. He initially disagreed, eventually saying he would either have sex with my wife once (in which case he wouldn't take any money) or not at all. However, after several phone conversations with him, my wife finally agreed to let him touch her body and breasts, and he agreed to avoid direct sexual contact. In return, he agreed to "donate."
After talking to my wife on the phone for over an hour, the man from Boshan gradually became convinced of my feelings and eagerly arranged to meet her that very evening in Zhangdian to "confess his love." My wife quickly told him not to rush things, as she was looking for a long-term relationship and suggested that they meet first to get to know each other. He agreed, and they arranged to meet at a restaurant that evening.
That night, my wife dressed very sexily, but not in a seductive or flamboyant way. She wore a simple camel-yellow cashmere coat over a well-tailored dark wool dress, which accentuated the curvaceous figure of a married woman who had no children yet. My wife is the elegant and refined type, and everyone at work and among my friends said how lucky I was to have such a wonderful wife. As a result, once we arrived at the restaurant, the man kept staring at her lecherously as he spoke.
The man had a buzz cut, a square face, and was indeed tall and imposing, with an impressive air about him. I figured he was probably a minor manager in some company or organization. Unfortunately, his attitude towards my wife completely erased any goodwill I had initially felt towards him. If it weren't for my goal of getting his sperm, I would have called my wife and told her to leave immediately. At that moment, I vaguely felt the sadness of being a man.
After dinner, my wife said goodbye to him amidst his expectant gaze. Although we were both satisfied with his appearance, my wife still said after we got home that it was still unsettling to sleep with a strange man right away, and that we should talk on the phone again and get to know each other better. When she said this, I felt a little better, thinking that my wife was, after all, a good woman, even if it was on the eve of this breach.
The man called her cell phone the next day. Although my wife went to the balcony to answer, I could still hear her laughing and humming with him on the phone. A pang of jealousy welled up inside me, and I decided it was best not to listen. I went to Sanlang Leisure Restaurant to drink alone. After drinking several bottles, urged on by her phone, I took a taxi home. My wife was lying in bed watching a pornographic film, her cheeks flushed. She looked at me excitedly, hinting at something. I understood perfectly and pounced on her… After nearly an hour of frenzied passion, we fell silent, exhausted. My wife hugged me, buried her head in my chest, and whispered, “He said he’s fallen in love with me and will be coming to Zhangdian in a few days. I’ve calculated it; these two days are my ovulation days. If nothing unexpected happens, you can be a father next year…” I didn’t look at her; I just felt an even greater emptiness in my heart.
The fourth day was the day he was supposed to come to Zhangdian. My wife? #123; She finished work and slept until the afternoon, while I, her husband who she calls a frequent business traveler, was already on my way to Shanghai as usual. My wife's phone rang around 4 PM. He was already in Zhangdian. After she finished getting ready, she said goodbye to me, and then we hugged and kissed for about half a minute before separating and leaving together. She got into a taxi and hurried towards the shopping mall... It was very cold on the street. I wandered aimlessly, looking at the storefronts around me. My feet were probably frozen stiff. Finally, I sat alone at a table on the side of the arcade on the second floor of Tianleyuan, my mind wandering. The phone rang around 8 PM. She said on the phone that they had finished eating and she was calling me from the bathroom. She didn't want to go to a hotel or hotel room, partly because she was worried about safety, and partly because she always felt like a prostitute in those kinds of places. She might take him home, so she could be more involved and it would be better for getting pregnant. I told her, "Do whatever you want. Call me when you're done!" Then we hung up.
The phone rang again around eleven o'clock. The familiar number flashing incessantly on the screen signaled the end of a drama that was neither happy nor sad. I returned home dejectedly. The bedroom was dimly lit by the bedside lamp. The sweltering heat from the radiator carried the lingering scent of a strange man—a nauseating smell of tobacco and a faint odor of men's socks. The television was showing a scene of a white man frantically thrusting into a black woman like a stallion.
My wife lay on the disheveled cashmere blanket. She simply smiled at me, her snow-white neck silhouetted against the bright red duvet cover. I could see the two beautifully curved shinbones above her shoulders rising and falling with her breath. I couldn't bear it and slowly pulled back the blanket. My wife's buttocks were propped up by a pillow. My wife turned on the bedside lamp and said, still damp with her sweat, "It's inside..." After saying that, she bent her legs and spread them apart in front of me. The two labia that had been together, revealing the entrance to her vagina, parted as her legs did. She took a deep breath and thrust her hips forward, squeezing out some white foam mixed with a slightly turbid, milky white liquid from her vagina. Some of it trickled down her perineum towards her anus.
I quickly used my hands to separate the two soft labia of her vagina, allowing the fluid to seep back into my wife's warm vagina. The pillow under her buttocks was already wet, and the smell of semen lingered on it. I felt a pang of regret for the wasted semen, but even more so, I was afraid that even the slightest waste would cause this failure. I imagined the scene that had just unfolded: that strange man with his erection in front of me, my wife being used by him like a cheap, worthless prostitute, him generously ejaculating his "treasure" into my wife's vagina, and how he must have smiled triumphantly after pulling out his weapon, secretly mocking that foolish, idiotic man far away in Shanghai. His semen, sprayed into my wife's body, swarmed towards its final destination—the uterus—with a joyful, triumphant mockery.
She remained in that position for over an hour, and we were fairly certain that most of the man's semen had flowed into her cervix and entered her uterus. I continued to fantasize about those sperm, venturing into unfamiliar places, attacking the eggs they encountered, and then penetrating her lovely, round body. That night, the sky was a fiery red, and I thought, maybe it's going to snow... The following month, on an ordinary day, my wife came out of the bathroom, dejectedly holding a sanitary napkin, and ran to me. The red bloodstains shattered all the hope we had held for over half a month. My wife told me not to be disappointed, that it was just bad luck, and that we could try again. But when I thought of that man's cigarette odor and his wolfish eyes that night, I dismissed her suggestion. We contacted the physical education student again.
The Story of Borrowing Seeds (Part Two)
The student was already impatient. After we met, I insisted that he accept my money, so I could feel better, even though it was just self-deception. He was quite polite to me, perhaps because my situation moved him. The tall, handsome young man got completely drunk on our first drinking session! However, when we said goodbye, I still reminded him not to drink anymore. After shaking hands with me, he tightly gripped my wife's hand, shaking it repeatedly as if to say goodbye, until my wife probably felt pain from his grip and pulled away. He still showed some embarrassment in his drunken state. We saw him into a taxi and watched it drive away.
My wife wasn't as anxious about sleeping with two strange men as she had at the beginning, and I started focusing more on choosing the right ovulation and implantation periods for her. In the days leading up to this, I kept calling him, telling him not to go out drinking and to be careful not to catch a cold, which annoyed him greatly. Fortunately, perhaps out of understanding, he tolerated it.
The calculated day finally arrived. It was impossible not to be nervous; even though it was the first time, the lingering unease didn't seem to have subsided much.
We had dinner together, and after discussing it with my wife, we decided to stay at the only four-star hotel in our area, mainly because we were worried that the student might get carried away and cause trouble later.
The three of us drank half a bottle of red wine, and our faces started to flush. We took a taxi to the hotel. Once in the room, no one said much. My wife went to change and shower, while he and I sat on the bed in the bedroom watching TV. I handed him a cigarette, which he lit and started smoking heavily. The sound of running water filled the bathroom, and the scent of shampoo and shower gel wafted from underneath. Under the dim nightlight in the room, the two men, enveloped in this languid fragrance, were each lost in their own thoughts. His eyes weren't on me, but occasionally glanced at the light shining through the bathroom door, only to quickly return to their original gaze. His wife emerged, shrouded in mist, after the door opened.
Her damp hair was slightly curled, and in the dim light, she appeared even more alluring. Wearing her favorite silk nightgown, she walked quickly to the bed, head down, and swiftly pulled back the blanket, disappearing into the already prepared bed.
I said to him, "Why don't you take a shower too?" He replied that he had already, but I insisted he shower again, convincing him that a bath would improve blood circulation and help him sober up. He finally agreed, but dawdled while taking off his clothes, eventually entering the bathroom in his thermal underwear. The sound of running water resumed. I quietly went to the bedside and gently smoothed her damp hair, saying, "You should take the initiative later. It's too awkward between us." My wife nodded and whispered, "You need to be more open too, otherwise, judging from his expression, he might back out at the last minute." Hearing this, my heart raced; I was afraid all my efforts would be in vain.
When he came out, still in his thermal underwear, I said, "I'll take a shower too." I went into the bathroom and left the water running, doing nothing. I wiped the water off the mirror with a towel and looked at my reflection, my face still flushed from the alcohol. Through the sound of the water, I could faintly hear my wife saying something to him outside. Then his footsteps echoed on the carpet as he walked towards the bed, followed by silence, except for the background noise of the television. I slowly turned the water down, but not completely shut it off. I knew it wouldn't be appropriate to go out now. Then I heard my wife's faint voice again, followed by the heavy thud of the mattress on the other end. "He's in bed!" my mind immediately registered. A heavy feeling, like the pressure of the mattress, washed over me. I suppressed my urge to leave and forced myself to stay in front of the black marble sink.
I pressed my ear to the door and could hear their voices, both intermittent. His breathing became heavier, and I could hear my wife's excited moans and gasps from inside. I guessed she was starting to guide him.
The sounds of their wet lips kissing intermittently filled the air, and the swaying of the bed became more frequent. Their rising arousal stirred my own suppressed and heavy heart. I inexplicably began to feel excited, and my penis hardened. The warm steam in the bathroom enveloped me, making me feel dizzy and lightheaded.
My wife seemed startled by something in the bedroom; a soft "Ah!" escaped her lips in an instant. I assumed he had hurt her, so I turned off the tap. Sure enough, their voices became very faint. He was clever; he must have become gentler with my wife again. I turned the tap back on, and the rushing water once more masked my complex emotions and everything happening in the bedroom.
I couldn't bear the stuffy bathroom any longer, so I quietly and very slowly opened the door and reached out to fumble for the bathroom light switch on the outside. I slipped out of the bathroom gently. The bedroom nightlight was...? #123; The darkest, darkest room, with only the backlight of the television casting a dim, intermittent glow, left me speechless. He was actually on top of my wife, her two pale, gleaming thighs starkly visible in the dim light, tightly pressed between his legs and stretched outwards. His white, firm buttocks were heaving and undulating between her thighs. They were completely absorbed in this particular activity. I stood quietly like a stake by the bedside. My wife's still-damp hair covered her face, and her two fair breasts were held in the hands of that burly young man. They must have known I was there, but they seemed to regard me as an empty void in their world.
After nearly ten minutes of mechanical movement, the boy finally collapsed on top of her. My wife spread her thighs wide, her calves tightly gripping his waist, revealing the pillow under her buttocks. Seeing that pillow reminded me of that day at home. The "seed planter" seemed to try to get up, but my wife's tightly held legs were no match for him. He stopped struggling and lay there contentedly on top of her, as if he were pushing the "syringe" inserted into her body a little deeper. He remained like this for about six or seven minutes before my wife slowly parted her legs. He straightened up, looked back at me, and then fixed his gaze on... He nimbly jumped off the bed, tossing aside a pile of clothes beside it, and carefully covered my wife with a blanket. His limp member swayed and bounced in the shadows of his groin as he moved. He quickly put on his thermal underwear, then ran to the outer bed to get a sweater and trousers. After tidying himself up, he didn't even take the cigarette I offered and was about to leave. I hadn't forgotten my promise and took out 500 yuan as "nutrition money." He repeatedly refused, but my wife on the bed said, "Xiao X, you take it. Your brother will mind if you don't." He thought for a moment under the dim nightlight, then finally accepted it. He said goodbye to my wife and me, unlocked the door, and quickly left.
I fastened the door latch, went back to the bedside, and turned on the bedside lamp. My wife squinted in the light, so I dimmed it a little more. I lifted the blanket and began to examine the traces of the "sower." On the edge of the bed, a deep wet stain was reflected on the snow-white sheet. “He already came once. I just helped him masturbate a few times with my hand, and he ejaculated. I quickly caught it with my hand and tried to smear it on myself, but it didn’t work. It just got sticky everywhere, so I let him put it in…”
“Couldn’t you have called me? I brought a syringe. You could have just sucked it in and injected it back in.”
“He was so nervous then. If you had interfered, it would have been awkward for everyone. So I made the decision myself. Actually, I just wanted to have a child sooner…” As soon as
she mentioned the word “child,” I felt like I had no room to argue.
"But he really liked it. When he was penetrating me, he said to me, 'If I give you everything, can you let me be your father?' I said yes, and you mustn't leave any for me. Give it all to me. I need your good seed to bear fruit inside me. I will make you go from a boy to a real man and a father."
Hearing this, I was aroused. I buried my head between my wife's legs. Just moments ago, this place was a battleground, but now it had calmed down. My wife lay there quietly, her buttocks propped up high with a pillow, peacefully enjoying the semen that had just been ejaculated inside her, now liquefied into a warm, gentle stream flowing along her slanted vagina toward her warm, moist uterus.
It's really strange to think about it. Because of my impotence, my wife's vagina can be entered by one strange man after another. I even hope that the reproductive excrement of those strange men will be violently sprayed into my wife's originally hidden private parts. The semen of different men can enter the same woman's vagina. Sperm groups carrying different genes are about to combine with an egg with the same genes. I look at the soft flesh in front of me that seems both strange and familiar. I smell the charming body scent that used to emanate from the entrance of this secret place. Today, however, it is mixed with the body scent of another strange man who has just left here.
Previously, only I could enter and cultivate her soft, tender walls. Just ten minutes ago, another man's fleshy pillar had scraped and withdrawn from her tender flesh, thrusting in and out repeatedly. Now I know that no man, even those called "turtles," could feel anything more like me. I want to offer my wife to another man's "gun," to let them thrust inside her, and finally, to shoot streams of hot, normally despised "bullets" completely into her cavity, while she lies there quietly, enjoying the thick, grayish-white, fishy-smelling bodily fluids that these men expel—fluff that could forever cuckold me.
The more I thought about it, the more another desire stirred within me. I began to eagerly prepare myself, but my wife refused. She said she didn't want to be tired anymore and wanted to get some sleep. I thought about it and agreed. So, while stroking her still wet and lubricated opening, I placed her neck on my shoulder, and the couple, dreaming of a beautiful future, drifted off to sleep in this corner of the city.
This time, she conceived as she wished. Some strong sperm from that boy burrowed into the beautiful egg my wife had released, and it began to divide, develop, and grow vigorously inside her uterus. I often joyfully imagined what my future child would look like, and I had completely forgotten about the past. Although I was once disturbed by a phone call from the boy who was actually the child's father, my wife told him she would show him the baby after birth, and he disappeared into silence. However,
fate is unpredictable. At four months, my wife went out and caught the flu. Although it only lasted three or four days, under the serious advice of the doctor, tests revealed that there might be residual flu virus in her body. This disease has no effect on adults, but it is terrible for a three- or four-month-old fetus, causing irreversible lifelong diseases such as deformities and cerebral palsy. In the end, with no other choice and after weighing the pros and cons, we decided to terminate the pregnancy.
I told my grieving wife that this child might never have been meant for us, and that we should forget about it and could "continue" our relationship. Tears welled in her eyes as she asked, "What about our future?"
I replied, "As long as you have a child, I don't care about anything else."
She then hugged me tightly and began to sob.
(Story of Seed Donation - Part 3)
In subsequent attempts to find a sperm donor online, we gradually abandoned the idea because it was too troublesome and unreliable. We considered finding a donor nearby. Although this was initially the first method we abandoned, looking back, it was actually the safest and most effective. Only friends truly know your place, especially your closest buddies! If we could get them to abandon the idea that "a friend's wife is not to be trifled with," I think this would be the best solution. And it was also the best way to prevent my wife from developing a fear of strange men.
Through my wife's and my repeated observations, Shao Jianjun came into our view. He was my junior high school classmate. After graduating from vocational school, he went out on his own and achieved considerable success. In school, he was our class's sports representative, very physically strong. He wasn't extremely tall, but at 1.8 meters, he was considered a very standard man. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a straight nose. When he came to our new home to cause trouble, he even pinched my wife's buttocks while drunk (she told me this later). Later, when he came to visit, he made many risqué jokes with my wife and me. Most importantly, my wife had some feelings for him. Sometimes, during intimate moments, as some friends have described, she would use him as a hypothetical sexual object for her. He married more than a year later than us. His wife was a female employee who used to work for him. She wasn't very beautiful, but she was very virtuous, and very similar to my wife.
After deciding on the source of our future seed, we started frequently inviting Jianjun to our house. Jianjun enjoyed it immensely, and we often ended up getting completely drunk, telling more and more dirty jokes. Gradually, I started making jokes about my wife and her private affairs in front of him. At first, Jianjun was uncomfortable, but seeing how open I was, he gradually started complaining about his wife's lack of stamina and thinness in bed when I sometimes talked about my wife and me. He even told my wife, "A wife like yours is a real blessing." I began to feel that our goal should be achieved soon.
He hadn't come for half a month. When he came back, he told me that his wife was pregnant. Hearing this, my heart started pounding wildly, as if he were talking about my wife being pregnant. Sometimes, even when I saw him happily joking and drinking with us at our house, seeing his active and strong body, I couldn't help but think about the countless good seeds flowing busily in his two seed banks, wondering when they would flow into my wife's body, making her as pregnant as his wife.
As his wife's pregnancy progressed, his visits became less frequent. Sometimes I would whisper to him about a beautiful woman who had recently come to a certain place, suggesting we go find her to "cool off" that night, and he would excitedly agree. Unfortunately, things always got in the way. When his wife was about eight months pregnant, his mother came from his hometown to help look after her, and his visits started happening more often again.
During this time, we started watching porn together, gradually moving to 3P, 4P, and 5P porn. Sometimes, after we'd all had drinks, my wife would stay and "enjoy" it with us. After his initial awkwardness and slight unease, he quickly became engrossed in watching as if my wife wasn't there. Occasionally, we'd comment, and my wife would sweetly ask, "Is this okay? Can this woman handle it?" I thought to myself, if I weren't there, this guy would have already pinned my wife down and said, "Okay, now I'll show you whether you can handle it!"
Sometimes when he came to my house, I would deliberately... #123; He'd leave articles about couples swapping or threesomes on the screen while he went to cook with his wife in the kitchen. Every time I passed the study, he'd be engrossed in reading them. I don't think any man dislikes such plots and stories.
During the long months of waiting, our jokes became increasingly outrageous. Sometimes, emboldened by alcohol, I'd tell him, when he was also drunk, how much my wife liked him. Sometimes, during sex, I'd say things like, "If you were here, I would do this and that." He'd look at my wife and then laugh or continue drinking heavily. My wife would always say, half-jokingly, "What are you saying? It's all nonsense." She'd usually run to the bedroom, and I'd joke, "Look at Jianjun, your little thing is shy. She actually wants you in, haha." And Jianjun would half-jokingly say, "Okay, I'm coming, haha." But it was always just talk. But I knew that day was coming soon.
It was a rainy day. As usual, we had nowhere to go, so we got together to drink. His wife had already been admitted to the hospital, and he rarely went home anymore. He often slept on the sofa at my place at night. That night, I tried to get him drunk, and gradually he started to talk a lot. By 11 p.m., he was already incoherent. My wife had also drunk quite a bit, which was unusual for her. We put him on our bed, and I nervously let my wife sleep in the middle. In the middle of the night, he sobered up a lot, but I didn't sleep. I continued to pretend to be drunk and asleep. He probably wanted to get some water. After groping around for a while, I saw him sit up, raise his head, and then not move. He must have sensed something was wrong next to him. After a short while, he quietly fell asleep again. A little while later, he tossed and turned several times. I knew he was starting to get restless.
Sure enough, he called my wife's and my names several times. I responded with silence and snoring. He stopped calling, and a rustling sound came from the darkness. He touched my wife's breast with one hand, and was probably gently squeezing it. My wife let out a soft moan. He then boldly moved his hand down below. My wife, "in her sleep," spread her legs, moaned softly, and slightly raised her buttocks towards his hand. Then she called my name and turned to hug him with her arm.
He called my name a few more times in my direction, but I remained unmoved. Then my wife placed her legs on his legs as well, and reached down to his groin with one hand. He hugged my wife's body, rolled over, and lay on top of her. He groped under the covers to take off his own shorts, then groped to pull down hers, and spread my wife's legs apart with his own. My wife made a soft "hmm..." sound, and I knew that Jianjun had inserted his penis into my wife's body.
He didn't dare to move too much, only using very small movements, and he didn't dare to use any fancy moves, just the most ordinary missionary position. My wife gradually began to feel comfortable, kicking off the blanket with her legs and wrapping them around his thick waist. The squelching sounds from below gradually became clearer, and I think they were both stimulated to the point of being wet. My penis also swelled up, and I really wanted to push Jianjun down and thrust in hard.
Jianjun calmed down in no time. When he got off my wife, he quietly crawled back to where he had been lying. I immediately rolled over and, guided by the lubricated moisture at the entrance of my wife's vagina, thrust my penis inside. Jianjun must know that I knew what had just happened between him and my wife, but he didn't say anything, lost in thought in the darkness. I could feel the warm semen he had left inside my wife's vagina. The thought that this semen, containing countless active sperm from Shao Jianjun, was now in the gap between my penis and the walls of my wife's vagina, aroused me greatly. I began to thrust into her in the same position that Shao Jianjun had used to penetrate my wife.
As I thrust, I fantasized that my best friend's fresh, thick semen was being pushed deeper and faster into my wife's vagina by my penis, helping Shao Jianjun's offspring swim towards my wife's uterus. I became even more excited. My wife had just been pierced by Jianjun's weapon beneath me, and now I was continuing to rub her flesh walls and warm, moist little hole. She was already extremely aroused, moaning long, and her tender little cavity began to squeeze my penis. I tried my best to hold back and wanted to go on a little longer, but with her repeated squeezing, I felt a heat in my abdomen and finally ejaculated all my semen.
My wife's cervix, already scalded by Jianjun's hot semen, was now being swept by my semen. Her vaginal walls clenched tightly, her upper arms wrapped around my body, and her legs clamped around my waist, rendering me immobile. I knew she was experiencing a peak orgasm… When we woke up in the morning, neither of us mentioned anything. Jianjun seemed slightly uncomfortable, but my wife remained asleep, cherishing the seed planted by a third man besides her husband, allowing the sperm, carrying the sole purpose of reproduction, to pass through the long, narrow passage of her body, to nurture a beautiful new life.
Afterwards, Jianjun and I lost contact for a while because of my wife's childbirth, but he didn't know that the seed he had unintentionally planted had begun to blossom and bear fruit in my wife's womb. It seems that when his first child is almost a year old, he will become a father again. Unfortunately, this secret is known only to my wife and me.

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