My wife Eva and I were both frustrated and desperate.

We had been trying to get her knocked up for the entire four years we had been married, but to no avail. Finally a doctor had diagnosed me as having a low sperm count. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the fact that I am in the Merchant Marine and had to ship out regularly for a month or so at a time didn’t help either.

Eva finally decided that we had to explore the possibilities of fertility drugs and artificial insemination. Soon sex as ordinary people know it had ceased to exist for us, as all our efforts were centered on collecting my semen to be frozen and administered to her at the times she was most likely to conceive. In addition, these drugs and treatments were quite expensive, and our bank account was really feeling the pinch.

As the months passed and everything we tried failed, Eva sank into a depression, and I would often come home to find her crying. It was out of all this frustration and helplessness that I finally hatched my idea. Since my low-sperm-count semen wasn’t doing the job, I reasoned, maybe Eva should find someone else to do it. When I told Eva that I thought the solution to our problem might be for her to sleep around while I was away at sea, she said she couldn’t do that. I assured her that I loved her and always would, and that I would accept any baby she gave me. I just wanted my normal wife back. Eva said she would have to think about that, but that she had decided to get a job to help out with our medical expenses.

Eva still showed signs of depression and sadness, and I was so worried about her that before shipping out for my next tour of duty I secretly hired a private investigator to keep an eye on her and keep me informed of how she was doing. After two weeks I got a report from him, saying that she had gotten a job in a high-class strip club. Now Eva had been a stripper when I first met her, but had quit when we got married. I was surprised to hear that she had gone back to it, but I supposed she was making good money, and anything she wanted to do was fine with me.

During my last week at sea I received a small package from the detective. It contained a videotape, which he had recorded with a hidden camera. Late that night, while most of the crew was asleep, I snuck into the rec room and played the tape. It showed my wife dancing nearly naked onstage at a strip club, while the men in the crowd cheered enthusiastically. The club appeared to be elegant and expensive, and the clientele mostly well dressed and respectable-looking. As I watched her raking in tip after tip, I realized that not only was this evidently a lucrative position for her, but also that the club was an ideal place for her to find the father of our child. I didn’t wait for the tape to finish. Fearful of being discovered, I took it out about halfway through, then carried it back to my locker to stow it safely away — or so I thought. Thinking back on it later, I could not specifically remember having done that. When I got home from that tour Eva told me about her job, but said nothing about my suggestion that she sleep around. I didn’t want to press her about it, and since she seemed a lot happier now, I left things alone. In fact I had never seen her look so good. She left for work each night and returned in the early morning with a glow on her face. Furthermore, we screwed like teenagers, and the sex was great! No more jacking off into a jar in a sterile doctor’s office! I was a happy man.

On my third night back at sea, I was walking past the rec room, which was crowded and noisier than usual. The guys were looking at the TV, and when I glanced in to see what they were watching I got the shock of my life. It was the tape the detective had sent me! There on the screen was my sexy wife Eva, stripping to the skin, while a couple of dozen of my horny shipmates gazed lustfully at her, moaning and shouting at the screen. I then realized to my horror that I must have carelessly left the tape lying around somewhere as I was intending to put it away. Luckily, none of my shipmates knew my wife. I turned to one of the leering guys and asked him who the girl was. He shrugged.

“Some whore,” he told me. “Brown found the tape in here just before we shipped out. It’s some chick named Eva, the label says. A few of us watched it when he found it. Man, later on it shows her actually fucking some guys upstairs at that fancy club. Well, shit, after that we just had to see that sweet ass up close and personal, if you get my drift. We snuck ashore that night, and we found that place and looked the little lady up. Man, did we have us a good time! Right, Brown?”

At that point several guys guffawed as my nude wife lifted her large breasts and licked her nipples on the big-screen TV. I saw a couple of men rubbing their cocks through their pants as they watched.

Brown, a big tough bruiser with a scar on his face, pried his eyes from the screen and grinned at us. “Shit, yeah!” he exclaimed. “Christ, it was a damn lucky break for us to find that tape when we did!. When we got to the club and asked about Eva, the manager said it was her night to do her special lap dances. That would be happening later on. So we found some seats and watched the strippers.”

The room suddenly broke into hoots and cheers as on the screen my wife shoved her ass in the face of a guy sitting near the stage. I was not feeling very good at the spectacle of my sweet Eva performing nude while being watched by these brutish men. I mean, they were my shipmates and all, and most of them were good guys at heart, but they were hardly the kind of men I wanted to be the father of our child.

The first guy now took up the story. “Yeah, we watched a few strippers, but when that big-titted Eva babe came on, she drove us nuts! Man, she made my dick so hard I could have used it to drive nails!”

“Tell them about the lap dance,” a guy yelled from the rear of the room.

Brown grinned. “You are not gonna believe this,” he told me. “After the show, the emcee said anyone wanting a special lap dance from Eva could go upstairs. Well, you should have seen the stampede! Just about every guy in the joint headed for the stairs. But I got there first. She was in a little room overlooking the dance floor. I asked her how much for a lap dance, and the slut looks me in the eye and says, ‘I don’t do lap dances, but I’ll fuck you for a hundred.’ I said how about a blowjob, and she said, ‘Anything you want, baby, as long as we fuck first.’

“And that was her thing,” Brown went on. “When she saw the gang waiting at the door, she just said she had to be back onstage in two hours, so whoever was interested better get their money and their dicks out. And they did, and for the next two hours she fucked and sucked as many guys as she could. She’d do anything, but the crazy bitch always insisted on a straight fuck before anything else. She even took some guys up her asshole after she was satisfied she’d got all of their good sperm in her pussy. That’s what she called it. Kept saying, ‘I need your good sperm first!’ Well, after I fucked her she blew me and let me come down her throat. As far as I’m concerned, all the sperm I left in her was good sperm!”

After that I left the guys still avidly watching my wife on the TV screen. I was cursing myself for being so careless with the tape. On the other hand, I had to admit that Eva had certainly seemed to be having almost as good a time as the men. If she was happy doing that, I thought, I should be happy too.

After a few days I got another package from the detective, with another tape. I never knew how he was able to record so much of her activity with his little hidden camera, but he’d evidently had a lot of experience. Again I slipped into the rec room late at night to watch. This tape had evidently been made on the night my shipmates had visited her, and for the next two hours I watched my sweet Eva service a selection of the men I worked with: white, black, Mexican, young and old. All of them filled her pussy with “good sperm” before filling her asshole or her sweet mouth with whatever they had left.

As I watched my fellow seamen’s come run out of my wife’s cunt and ass, my dick got hard in spite of myself. I didn’t know how she could perform onstage after each of her strenuous fuck sessions upstairs, but she did. By my calculations she made 1500 dollars that night — and she worked six nights a week. She was also greatly increasing her chances of getting pregnant, and she still had most of the month to keep trying before I got home.

As more tapes arrived I continued to watch my wife taking on man after man, each time insisting on a straight fuck before satisfying them in whatever way they wanted. On one of the tapes I watched her take on an entire pro basketball team. They were mostly black, and I thought about what it would be like to have a black child as Eva bent over a couch, letting them fill her cunt to overflowing, one after another, before they all double-teamed her mouth and asshole for the second round. Still a few of them were not finished, and before she returned to the dance floor she used her sweet red lips to siphon out whatever semen they had left in their huge dicks. After disposing of the basketball team, Eva had one more cock to suck. As she slurped away at it, I realized from the camera angle that she had to be sucking off my private detective! The hidden camera was so close to her face that I could see his jism spew into her mouth. As she licked the oozing semen from his big balls, my dick exploded uncontrollably, my own come shooting clear across the room.

Each night after that I watched or rewatched my wife’s wanton activities while I pumped myself to climax, imagining that the come she was swallowing was mine. God, I missed her!

When I returned after that trip I kept my secret. My sweet Eva didn’t know that I knew about her extra-curricular activities at the club. Hell, if she was willing to take on dozens of strange men in order to have a baby, I wasn’t going to embarrass her. I knew that once she got pregnant our lives would be perfect, and I knew it would have to happen soon.

Sure enough, the next time I got back from my tour I found my wife pregnant and very happy. She seemed to be the happiest woman on the face of the earth, and I was the happiest man. She still didn’t know that I’d seen her fucking other men; though we did not discuss it, she probably thought I believed she had been knocked up by a lover, which was fine with me. Now, I thought, my wife was no longer going to be a sperm receptacle for any guy with money and a hard-on. I figured that as she was now knocked up, she would quit stripping and settle into the life of a wife and mother. Eva, however, had become used to the money she made servicing men night after night, and though of course she didn’t tell me that, she did say that she wanted to keep stripping, and that as long as she was in good enough shape for her customers to keep tipping her well, she would work. She reminded me that we needed to make money for the baby expenses, and to pay off our medical bills. I certainly could not argue with her logic.

As Eva reached her seventh month of pregnancy, I kept waiting for her to quit, but she didn’t. Her body got rounder and rounder, and her ample tits grew even bigger. We no longer had missionary-style sex, as the doctor said it looked like she was carrying twins, at least.

When I shipped out near the end of her seventh month, I was sure she would have to give up stripping any day. During that tour I received another tape from the detective, but I just put it in my locker without watching it. After a week or so one of the crew members got sick and had to be replaced. The replacement was a guy named Randy, who had been one of the fellows on the ship when Brown had found the original tape and had gone to see Eva.

At dinner that night, Randy asked the guys if they remembered the hot stripper named Eva and the special “lap dances” some of them had experienced with her. This brought on a round of comments about what a great lay she had been and how they would all love to fuck her again.

“Yeah, well guess what,” Randy said. “She’s pregnant now, and she’s still stripping! And Christ, she’s hotter than ever! Damn if I didn’t get a hard-on just watching her strut around with that fat belly and them big swollen tits! The last night I was on land, she was the biggest attraction at the club. You should’ve seen all the guys shoving money in her G-string to get her to squeeze one of those giant tits. I tell you, she’s got the guys going wilder over her than ever! And you know what’s even weirder? She now charges three hundred bucks to let them fuck her in the ass. And shit, every guy in the joint wants her! And the best part is, after they shoot their load up her ass, she begs them to suck those giant jugs of hers. They’re real sensitive ‘cause she’s so pregnant and all, and she just goes nuts!”

All the guys laughed and shouted out remarks. I didn’t feel too good about it, but again my dick was hard, just listening to his words. Late that night I took out the tape I had put away and watched it in the rec room. Everything Randy had said was true, and I came twice as I watched the whole thing.

Shortly after I returned home from that tour, Eva went into labor, and my beautiful wife and I are now the proud parents of triplets — two boys and a girl. It seems those fertility drugs worked after all! One of the boys appears to have Mexican features, while his brother has dark red hair. As for our daughter, she has thick, curly hair and a very dark complexion.

I love all of our children, and wish I could spend more time with them; but I have to continue going to sea each month, as taking care of three infants is very expensive. Eva tells me not to worry, as she is going back to work soon and will easily be able to pay everything off. And I have no doubt that she will.