Alright, first of all this is NOT a fantasy story. Yes I know you are thinking that, and believe me my mind is racing too. Everything I write here is what it is, and its all even harder for me to fathom than for any of you.. OK, so I am a white male, 45, my wife is African, 34. We have been trying to have children for the last five years, but its not happening. Its painfull. And my sperm, well its possible, but they dont swim well. Artifical insemination hasnt helped. Our first attempt at in vitro failed last April. No jokes please, it ^is^ painfull. We have been playing with hotwiving since 2011. She has had two boyfriends. Her current bull Carl has been her 'boyfriend' for over 2.5 years. Well, she calls him 'boyfriend', but they only met once every few months, because she is too busy. O yeah, they text often, which makes me hate his guts. And in two months she will have plenty of free time. Worse, he knows were trying to get pregnant. He has been rubbing it in my face. Fucking bastard. When they talk about meeting he keeps telling her het wants "to make babies with her" Yeah, he is joking, but fuck he is serious too. But I need to add that she adamant on him wearing comdoms. She wants my babies, not his. And she is really scared about the posibility of disease. I and her have made that agreement from the start: condoms always. She strongly agrees. For the record, I may be a cuck, but she loves me and wont jeopardize our relationship for anything in the world. OK, so you can guess a thought has been slowly growing in my mind. Soon our options will be pretty much over. My options, not necessarily hers. So Wednesday night I was rolling in my bed. I woke up with a sinking feeling in my stomach. A weird determination to do something completely wrong, and utterly fucked up. A volcano about to erupt. I haven't talked to him in five months, but I got up and opened his name on Whatsapp. He answered, and some chit chat happened. Him telling me he plans to meet my wife agains soon. Yeah, right. This guy loves teasing me, making me nervous. Its all a big mindfuck to him. The cucky in me loves it. He knows when I call it is what I need to hear. So I take a bold step and ask Carl if he is serious about making babies with my wife. He tells me flat out he would do that, if she wanted it. "As a donor". But he says me and my wife have to try first. Maybe later. I sense my wife and him kinda chatted about the subject. He knows how to sexchat, and for sure he let her know. Like I said its all a big mindfuck to him. Its a cuck-bull dynamic. He knows how to fuck with my head. In the past I been fishing for their plans often, and he loves making me nervous. My wife and him both love making me guess, then surprising me out of the blue. Meeting when I am at work, then sending me photos after the fact. Sending me off, so they can fuck in the marital bedroom. So I start taking his bate, I ask him if that is what he wants: put his sperm in her womb, get her pregant. He starts messing with me, replying he wants to flood my wife's pussy with his semen, have them swim up her womb, into her ovaries. Throwing more insult to the situation, he adds, "Maybe later, if she want me too." Right. That sinking feeling in my stomach got so much worse. That deep sense of almost panic, when the unavoidable is coming close? If I said "stop" I knew you could put a halt to it, but I didnt. That cuck feeling. I ask Carl he is going to mention our chat to my wife. I tell him she seems to know soo fast if I talk to him. That I dont want her to know we talked about such things. Carl tells me he understands, and promises this chat will stay between us. I needed to hear that, because I knew I was about to do the stupidest thing ever. Everything seemed to freeze, and I realized I was on the edge of a cliff. But I knew I cam here to jump, I had woken up with this thought in my head, and I had no control over it. My whole body was screeming "Stop!". But I wouldnt, couldnt. I typed my next message, my heart racing, my stomach sinking through the floor: "I want you to make her pregnant" One moment I hesitated, but I already knew I wont stop. My heart sinking I pressed "enter"... Well, that was it. Done. No fucking undoing this stupidity anymore. He just answered: "Okay" Then added "If she wants me too" No dude, I am serious... Fucking unload yourself in her pussy, flood her womb so your sperm and her egg can meet. Okay? "OK", he says, "I can do that" The rest of the chat was a blur to me now. He realized it was serious. We both knew. And he jumped at the opportunity, with both hands. Told me he is going to make her pregnant. I told him I will regret this chat serious later. But that I dont want him to backout, not even if I try to back tread later. Then I begged him not to try it too fast, because I am not ready for this. My wife is very busy right now anyway, so for the next two months I dont think there will be trouble. Carl answered that he intends to take it slow, because he still wants to enjoy the idea himself too. Finally we had some discussion about the use of condoms. He is going to have to convince her to do away with them. He asked me is I want him to 'force it'. Or let her take the initiative. By forcing he means get her super hot and horny, than tease her with his dick untill it drives her crazy and she gives in. Well, that would be too much. No, dont do that. I want her to want it. He broke something new to me, telling me he feels my wife is already at the point of allowing him in. That he thinks he just needs to tease a little harder, and she will let him. "Fine", I told him. It needds to happen, but I want her to to ask for it herself. He asked me if I want proof. A photo of her pussy full of cum maybe. Instead I asked for a video, because I want to hear her beg him to fill her womb with his cum. He just noted: "O, you get of on her actually wanting this, dont you?" Yeah. I do. Well, the days since have been hot and horny, but also fucking scary as hell. Carl and me now have a secret. In time he will do what I have asked. Not just yet, but he will. Its become unavoidable. There is not point in begging him to change his mind. I have put the idea in his head, and he already knows it can be done. Fuck, what have I done? Guys, I this is not a joke, please dont start assuming this is just a story. I fucking did exactly what I wrote above. I have done exactly what you guys just read. Problem is I am not like hooked on the subject. Its like I need a fix. I need to talk about this. My whole cuckold mind is in turmoil. I know you guys like to give comments to all the stories is here. I desperately need to discuss about what I have done. And I desperately crave to be told the unavoidable. So please comment and give your opinion, and ask questions. I will try to be back soon, and answers. I have been charting with Carl for three days, and have saved the last chat logs. So yeah, there is also a lot more to tell. Well ... there you guys have it. My head is on the chopping block. I am fucked.