My wife wants a surrogate to get her pregnant .

My wife was obsessed with having kids. She said she'd try anything to get pregnant. When we started renovating the house, she talked about what it would be like if we found a surrogate. My wife was getting along well with the young bricklayer who was renovating our house. One day I arrived early, and caught them talking cheerfully, my wife was having a lot of fun with him in the kitchen, and I got jealous of that one. My husband can't have children, she was counting on him laughing very loudly! That's why there are the Ricardons, he jerked tirandop laughs at her, that even made her choke and fall into his lap of so much laughter made a crazy open-legged. They laughed together, embraced and gave me anger because my wife shook her tits so much, in his lap, that one escaped the little dog and was landing trembling on his hairy chest, scratching... The bricklayer's assistant laughed like a madman, seeing the two of them there, half hidden in the laundry room, by which I entered, I caught him laughing and smoothing his poop, and he saw me frightened and stopped at the moment, pretending not to be with the biggest erection in the world, while still laughing at the conversation of his boss with my wife, as if he had not been caught moving there in the hard jeba, playing with his sex, wetting his pants. I walked in with everything, and my wife greets me with love, and since I was in the lap of the pear tree, she gets hooked up, and putting the tit exposed, she says the classic is nothing like what you're thinking!" "I can't believe you told this guy my secret" I complained. she said he was a very nice guy, that he was nice, interesting, and that it was just a joke between them. I sat at the table, waiting for my dinner, but she said that she lost track of time, there having so much fun with him. She wanted to vent, saying that if she had children, she would be busy and would not have this kind of problem. While she was preparing dinner, she invited the beggar and the assistant to dinner, and I was amazed that they were looking at her tough little bundle from outside the sink while they waited. The guys smelled like the shirtless man sitting in the kitchen, and laughed with her about the situation. Oh, well, I wasn't going to play you like that, no! She was buzzing and everyone was laughing. The assistant with that hand under the table gave me suspicion, that he sweated when my wife lowered and his shorts stuck in the crotch of her sore butt. I disguised myself, and I spied and the bastard was playing that bitch there, in my face, with a stick out, under the table! To stop that pervert, I offered him a beer to see if he could lift it with a busy hand. The bricklayer began to help my wife with the cooking, and they laughed together, which seemed to be part of a colorful friendship of that kind. "I still want to have a baby", she let out. "Only if the cuckold frees you", the bricklayer let out for general laughter! I blushed, and the assistant rolled his eyes around the edge of the table. "What kind of talk is that?" I complained angrily. "Calm down, love, or you'll smell like burnt horn!" And they'd shit in my face! "But seriously, love, I wish I had a big, fat drink in my uterus! Even if a man helped you"... "What's that daddy?" I complained, sweating so much red! She could only be yawning! The more I exalted myself, the more she yawned with my face... "But it's true, isn't it? We talk about it a lot when you're working!" The bricklayer, for the first time, seriously said that ear truth. "These things are serious, bro" "What do you mean, you can't be anything but a zoo?" I said. "That bricklayer is very fertile, isn't he? Can you believe he has eight big, healthy children? His wife is very proud of him!" "What the fuck are you talking about? "No, bro! Don't play with those things, love!" she said looking deep into his eye, which agreed. "What the fuck are you talking about, having an affair?" "No, no love! Oh, what a thing!" And she went out crying. I went back to see what was happening, and the bricklayer consoled her, hugging her, she wet his neck with tears and drooled like a mouth sobbing in his sweat. "You hurt her, man! Leave her alone!" The bricklayer defended her by shouting at me. "I only wanted to give you a child!" She sobbed on his bare chest, her little face tucked into the tall bush of his black chest, crying, licking his udder, sinking her mouth in his dripping sweat. I was already nauseous, but he squeezed her so tightly that her nipples crushed on his abdominal muscle and made hand marks on her rosy skin, where he handled. I didn't know what to do, I just stood there, and she goes, "I want that bricklayer to use me to give us his black son!" "What?" I thought, but I was all stunned, my wife in the arms of that man, whose name I didn't even know, and she was clutching him, mad at me, I couldn't say anything! I looked back, the assistant hitting one, hard on the face, this time! "What the fuck are you doing in my room!" I shrieked at him! He pointed and looked and saw my wife tplessly showing her breasts for the bricklayer to grab, he turned her upside down into his lap and suckled her while she swallowed his big, fat, huge dick going into her mouth! He was riding on my wife's model mouthpiece, and she was whispering, moaning, and he pulled out his stick and she said, "Put your son in here" and he'd open the little mouth - asking for his dick in her little mouth! I was sweating, the assistant was licking the whole carpet, and my wife got the huge baby from the bricklayer! I don't know how to hold that huge dick in her, but she was forcing it by helping him shove your dick in until it hit the bottom. I tried to complain, but I was mute, fucking the assistant in the cinnamon. "I would have stopped if you had complained", my wife later exclaimed, "but since you agreed, we made love until the end!" Son of a bitch, I even had to watch my wife for three whole months fucking the bricklayer, who's just so mad, I don't even want to know his name, I watched them sneak in, and I waited for him to go out with the assistant every day until he got my wife pregnant. I tried to stop the meetings, found his wife, and told everything, she got excited about the story, and invited Minah wife to be her friend! She said that she wanted a friend to share the joys that her husband gave her! She wanted my wife to feel exactly what she felt in bed with her husband! I got mad, but my wife went back and forth to the bricklayer's house! I found out, by spying, that the guy had several lovers, and she was pregnant with all of them! The guy was a prize horse! His wife received all of them in her house, and supported her fucked-up husband! She arranged the friends for her husband, cousins, sisters! The guy was a phenomenon! I told my wife, and she got excited about being just another one in the son of a bitch's harem! She wanted to receive all the guys in the house when I needed them! He seemed to try to find out what was best for my wife, if he could just hold it together. We had eight huge kids and two of them are on their way, and the bricklayer has stretched the construction, and he's been coming in with several different helpers over the years to have a moment with the kids, and it's funny that not all of them look like the bricklayer, some of them look like the helpers.