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Archive name: conscuck.txt (MMF, wife, oral, anal, preg)
Authors name: Marco Vassi (anonymous address)
Story title : Conscientious Cuckold

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The Conscientious Cuckold (MMF, wife, oral, anal, preg)
By Marco Vassi (anonymous address)

***

Tom had never seen her so beautiful, so lustrous. Laying 
on their king-sized bed, naked, her full breasts in sweet 
disarray, the nipples already wrinkled in anticipation, 
Laura looked to him like the embodiment of every man's 
wet dream. Her eyes were lidded and her thighs were 
spread, her pussy wet from him having just licked it. 

There was only one thing wrong with the picture: Tom 
wasn't the only man in the room. A few feet away stood 
Jack, a twenty-five-year-old with the body of an Olympic 
diver and a cock that would make him a star in any locker 
room. Jack was going to fuck Laura, and Tom had given his 
consent. 

Tom and Laura had been married for six years and were 
still romantic about it. It wasn't just that they 
remembered all their anniversaries - the first time they 
met, the first time they kissed, the first time they 
fucked - but they continually reaffirmed the meaning of 
their union, reminding each other all the time that their 
marriage was forever. 

The only thing lacking in their world was a child. For 
the first few years they used birth control to avoid 
pregnancy, wanting to settle in to one another before 
introducing a third. But when they were ready and Laura 
tried getting pregnant, nothing happened. It took a year 
before they could admit there might be something wrong. 
When they went for tests, their suspicions were 
confirmed. Tom was sterile. 

The news threw him into a deep depression. He brooded and 
sulked for several weeks and then offered to give Laura a 
divorce so she'd be free to find a man able to impregnate 
her, a "real man," as he put it. Her response snapped him 
right out of his gloom. First she mocked his self-pity, 
then grew angry that he would even "speak the word 
divorce," and finally burst into sobs.

His reaction was automatic; he felt a pang at his heart 
and his cock got hard. He walked over to where she sat, 
pushed her back onto the couch and lay on top of her, 
kissing her face and lips and tears. A minute later he 
was fucking her, his cock thrusting through his open 
zipper, both of them still fully dressed, the front of 
her skirt raised just enough to expose her thighs. 

Afterwards, they lay in close embrace for a long time, 
whispering and murmuring to each other, ringing in 
variations on their vow of love, their promise of 
forever. When they'd slid down enough from the slopes of 
ecstasy to remember the reality that shot them up there 
in the first place, Tom said, "I guess we'll adopt." And 
that's when Laura turned his world upside down. 

"I don't want someone else's baby," she said. "I want my 
own. I want the feeling of being pregnant. I want the 
experience of having a baby grow inside of me and come 
pushing out from between my legs. I want my breasts 
bursting with milk and my infant child sucking life from 
my nipples." She grasped Tom's head in her hands and ran 
her thumbs across his temples. "You wouldn't deny me 
that, would you?" 

He shifted his body so that for its entire length, it was 
separated an inch from hers. He put his hands over hers 
and stopped the friction on his temples. "How can I deny 
you what I can't give you?" he asked. She didn't reply 
and they gazed blankly at one another for a few minutes. 
"You're talking about another man's sperm," he said at 
last. "You're talking about going to a sperm bank." 

"Yes to the first, no to the second," she told him. "I 
don't want artificial insemination. I don't want a baby 
that sits in a frozen test tube before getting planted 
inside me." They gazed at each other for many minutes 
more, this time, however, not blankly. His eyes were 
filled with a fright bordering on panic. "You're talking 
about having another man fuck you," he said. 

The next few weeks were given over to fighting, which 
they both enjoyed more than depression. This time it was 
she who offered separation, freeing him to find a woman 
who "doesn't make such terrible demands." 

But when she said the word "divorce," the emotional 
static surrounding their verbal communication went 
suddenly silent, and her sentence hung clearly in the 
air. They stared at one another in amazement.

It was the first time in their marriage when they 
realized that a breakup could actually happen to them, 
that they weren't figures in a fairy tale. In that 
instant, Tom knew he'd do anything not to lose Laura. 
Outwardly, however, he wasn't ready to capitulate so 
easily. 

"No divorce," he said. "I can't use the word, neither can 
you." 

"Then what...?" she asked, letting the sentence trail.

"Why, I suppose you'll go off to a bar some night and 
pick up a guy and go to a hotel room..." 

He didn't finish his sentence either; he had to duck the 
book she threw at him. "Not like that," she said. "We'll 
go to the sperm bank and find somebody with good genes. 
And he'll come here. And you'll stay with me when 
he...does it."

"No way," Tom replied. 

"It has to be like that," she told him. "Don't you see? 
While he's inside me you'll be holding me and kissing me. 
He'll donate the sperm but to make a baby you need love 
too. I need you to be loving me wile he's fucking me." 

"But a threesome..." he said. 

She smiled at him in a special way, a way that melted his 
thoughts, stirred his chest and sent heat flushing 
through his groin. She walked toward him, swaying. "I 
don't think that one teeny-weenie..." she said, and 
brought her mouth close to his, brushed her breasts 
against his chest, and cupped his cock and balls in her 
hands... "little threesome is going to be all that 
upsetting." 

When she sank to her knees, pulled down his zipper and 
fished his cock out of his pants with her lips, he 
mentally signed the papers of surrender. In so doing, he 
had to suppress his doubts and fears, but he couldn't 
erase the knowledge that he was going against his natural 
grain and that he'd agreed to something that was 
potentially very dangerous. "Well," he thought, "Better 
to risk the marriage bravely than let it fall apart 
because of cowardice. 

Later, after sex, he voiced his doubts, and she used the 
woman's equivalent of logic, which is making her voice 
sound reasonable. "It'll be a very fast thing," she said. 
"And you'll have to approve the man first. We can ask the 
sperm bank to give us a list of suitable candidates and 
you can meet with them, explain what we want. And only 
when you're comfortable with one of them will we do it." 

"Comfortable picking a man to fuck you?" he said. 

She pinched his nipples. "And what if it does make you a 
little jealous," she said. "It'll only make our 
lovemaking sweeter when he goes. I want your sperm inside 
me right after his." 

"Won't that make it a bit crowded in there?"

"Silly," she replied. "His are there to do a specific 
job; yours are there because you own the place." 

"You sure the kid will be healthy being conceived in the 
midst of all this strangeness?" he asked. 

"It's always a risk no matter how you do it," she 
replied. 

Finally, he accepted the idea. He was ready not only to 
go along but to take an active part in engineering the 
strange encounter. Two days later he contacted the sperm 
bank, and he and Laura went over and were shown profiles 
on a number of candidates - physical descriptions, 
medical reports, personal histories - but no names and 
telephone numbers. They sifted through the dossiers and 
chose a man who seemed ideal. Then, two hundred dollars 
slipped to a file clerk got them the information they 
needed. 

Tom called Jack and met with him alone at first. He found 
the young man 'ten years his junior' rather likable, 
good-natured and a bit simple-minded. He felt completely 
unthreatened. Jack suspected some kind of trick, but 
before long he accepted that the offer was sincere and 
agreed to go along. Tom told him that Laura was due to 
ovulate in about ten days, and that they'd call him when 
the time was precisely right. 

"What did you think of him?" Laura asked when Tom 
returned. 

"Seems healthy and decent," Tom told her. "I think it'll 
be all right." 

He had no second thoughts until the afternoon they called 
Jack. When he realized the event would be that night, Tom 
became apprehensive. And his concern grew when Jack 
arrived, especially when he saw the appreciative gleam in 
the other man's eyes as he looked at Laura. The three of 
them had some wine and went into the bedroom where they 
undressed. Laura lay back on the bed and, as prearranged, 
Tom went down on her to prepare for Jack's penetration. 
When he'd finished, he moved away and watched as Jack 
stepped forward, preceded by an eight-inch shaft of 
velvet gristle. 

Tom looked from the erection to the young man's eyes, and 
all his notions about Jack's harmlessness were shattered. 
The blandness had been wiped away by a smirking lust and 
it was obvious that Jack had totally forgotten the 
biological reason for his being there. He'd been poleaxed 
by pussy and was reacting like any stud in heat. 

That was only the first blow, however. When Tom turned 
his head to look at Laura his vision went dark. She was 
looking at Jack's cock with unconcealed anticipation. Tom 
knew that her desire was for what it would deliver, but 
the sight of his wife gazing at another man's cock with 
such desire unhinged him. "I can't handle this," Tom 
thought as he swayed on his feet. 

"Tom," Laura said softly as he fought the pull of 
unconsciousness. He focused his eyes and looked at her. 
She held out her arms just as Jack knelt on the bed 
between her thighs. And with the taste of despair and 
Laura's cunt still on his tongue he leaned down and lay 
on the bed next to his wife. He nestled his head between 
her breasts as she put her arms around him and lifted her 
knees to present herself to the other man. 

Although he wasn't looking, Tom knew the instant that 
Jack had penetrated her. He could feel the sense of 
contact draining from Laura's hands. He lifted his head 
and looked into her eyes. They were foggy and unseeing. 
As he watched, a sigh escaped her lips, then a moan. His 
heart broke as she reached for him again and pulled his 
face toward hers, his mouth onto hers. 

Even though every fiber of his being protested what they 
were doing, screamed in jealousy and outrage at the 
presence of the other man, at Laura's automatic surrender 
to the invading phallus, he couldn't deny her. She slid 
her tongue between his lips and probed his mouth. It 
seemed his skull filled with the sound of bells pealing, 
and the sensation momentarily drove away the awareness 
that at that moment Jack was plunging his cock into her 
eager pussy. 

"This isn't so bad," he thought when he could think 
again. "The stud will come soon and we can send him home 
and pick up where we left off. She'll be mine alone 
again, and there'll never be another man again. No, 
never, never again." The repetition of the phrase soothed 
him and as he kissed Laura he even found himself smiling. 

"What...are...you...smiling...at? she said, the words 
punctuated by gasps as jack continued to screw her. 

"Just feels good," Tom replied, but even as he spoke the 
feeling was driven away and replaced by a cold shudder 
coursing down his spine as he heard Jack mutter, "Yeah, 
baby, feels good."

With that, Jack changed his angle of penetration, coming 
up from underneath, splitting Laura's pussy lips with 
uncanny precision. Tom was seized by vertigo as he 
watched Laura's slip away again. Her eyes rolled back in 
their sockets, and her eyelids slowly fluttered down over 
the empty orbs. Her hands dropped from Tom's back and 
fell to her sides. Jack began plunging into her, and her 
belly and breasts shook with each thrust. Her lips pursed 
into an O and she let out a series of high-pitched cries. 

Tom turned his head sharply, away from Laura, and his 
eyes met Jack's. The young man smiled. "You're a lucky 
guy," he said. "She's got a real sweet pussy." 

Tom stiffened with anger. Everything else disappeared 
except a sudden murderous rage that made him tremble. He 
wanted to swing a roundhouse right and smash the other 
man's jaw. But some shred of reason remained, enough to 
restrain him. He realized that Jack was young and strong 
enough to shake off any blow he might throw, and it would 
be frightful to introduce sudden violence when Laura was 
so vulnerable, opening herself to be impregnated. 

If Jack saw how angry Tom was, he gave no indication. He 
just kept pumping into Laura with an almost insolent 
rhythm. "Put your cock in her mouth, man," he said, "I'd 
love to watch her suck cock while I'm fucking her." 

"Wait a minute!" Tom wanted to shout. "This is supposed 
to be a simple, fast operation." But again he held back. 
He had too much respect for the fragility and complexity 
of what they were doing to do or say anything abrupt, 
anything harsh. He knew that sex was always chancy. One 
could plan its course but it was always capable of 
exploding, overwhelming the puny creatures who jump into 
the vast torrent of erotic energy that is life on the 
planet. He saw that his judgments and feelings had to be 
held in abeyance; the die had been cast and all he could 
do now was go along with however the scene developed. 

"Yes-s-s-s-s," Laura hissed, cutting through his train of 
introspection. He hesitated a few seconds, then got to 
his knees and knelt by her head. She gazed up at him with 
desire and surprise, as though she had just remembered 
that he was there, just remembered who he was. But he 
couldn't fault her for that since he barely recognized 
her either. She was rotating her hips, making her cunt do 
a wanton dance on Jack's cock. Her tongue lapped the air. 
She had one hand on each breast and was pinching her 
nipples. 

He slipped one hand under Laura's head and pulled her 
already open mouth onto his gently throbbing shaft. Her 
lips closed over the thick phallus and at once began 
gobbling, moving toward the base. Within seconds she had 
swallowed him entirely, her face pressed against his 
belly. 

"Oh yeah," Jack whispered, his voice cutting across Tom's 
brain like a lash across a sunburned back. Tom looked up 
and his eyes grew wide. Jack was holding Laura's ankles 
and had spread her legs as far as his arms reached. His 
cock slid in and out of Laura's pussy with slow 
insinuating strokes. 

Again Tom's anger flared but this time it was directed 
not at Jack but at Laura. "Bitch," he thought, "All that 
sweet talk about love and biology, and all the slut 
wanted was two cocks inside her at the same time. The 
sperm didn't have to be implanted this way." 

He glared down at Laura and she saw the rage in his face. 
It frightened and excited her, making her suck with 
greater abandon, her moist eyes pleading for forgiveness 
and approval even as her lips caught his cock in a 
sliding vacuum of tongue-lapping lust. The interplay 
between husband and wife fed Jack's excitement and he 
pushed Laura's ankles together, keeping her legs raised, 
fucking her in the diaper position, one which implies a 
certain familiarity and intimacy.

None of that was lost on Tom and he hissed, "All right, 
here's what you want. Take it." And with that he began 
fucking her mouth. He grabbed her hair with one hand and 
held her head steady as he thrust between her lips, past 
her tongue and into her throat with hard, even strokes.

Her moans bubbled up around his cock and saliva dribbled 
from the corners of her mouth. For a long time the two 
men banged her, silently stabbing her with their 
erections, working with great concentration on the task 
of reducing her to a throbbing, drooling mindlessness. 

Jack pushed Laura's legs down until her knees were 
squashing her breasts and her cunt pushed forward from 
between stretched rounded buttocks. Tom seized her head 
with both hands and slid it up and down on his cock, 
using her mouth to masturbate with. He lifted and shoved 
it down again and again until she couldn't maintain any 
pressure at all in her lips and became the slack slick 
instrument he wanted. 

By then Jack was slamming his whole weight into Laura's 
uptilted pussy. Tom could feel the vibrations of the 
other man's thrusts on the head of his own cock. Laura 
had become a sexual sounding board and the two men fed 
and were fed by the continually intensifying hum of her 
mounting excitement. Tom realized he'd never seen or felt 
her so hot before, and was torn between his almost crazed 
rapture in the moment and his concern about whether his 
marriage would survive the experience. 

The ride lasted along time, and it subsided 
spontaneously, the two men slowing their momentum and 
gradually bringing the mare they'd been riding down from 
a gallop to a canter to a walk and finally had her 
standing still, sweating, quivering, her nostrils 
trembling from the deep ragged breaths that racked her 
frame. The first thought in Tom's mind was, "He didn't 
come. The whole point of this was to get the sperm, and 
the son of a bitch still hasn't come!" 

He looked over at Jack. The young man smiled at him, 
winked, and began moving his pelvis again. This time 
there was no tension; Jack's thrusts into Laura's cunt 
were casual, conversational. He poked and sloshed about 
inside her the way an old friend will gently pick apart 
your rationalizations during some lazy talk after dinner. 

His eyes were laughing, he made small kissing motions 
with his lips. Tom turned his head sharply and looked at 
Laura. Here eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and 
between her brows danced the shadow of a frown. She was 
obviously in ecstasy. 

Tom sat back on his calves, his hands in his lap. His 
head fell forward, his chin resting on his chest. Laura 
couldn't see him and Jack didn't care if the husband 
wanted to bow out for a while, he enjoyed having the 
woman to himself. For Tom the scene had taken on the 
quality of a nightmare. 

Because his and Laura's fidelity had been so absolute, 
with neither of them even having flirted with anyone in 
six years, he had no defense against jealousy. And what 
he felt just then went far beyond jealousy, for the worst 
was happening right before him. Laura had forgotten him 
and was giving herself to another man.

He heard a sound, a shift in breathing, and then the 
rustle of bodies changing position. He opened his eyes 
and almost swooned. Jack was lying on his back and Laura 
was crouched over him. Her lips were glued to his and in 
their cheeks Tom could see the movement of tongues. 
Laura's ass gyrated in a steady pattern three long slow 
rotations, a lift, and a long excruciating descent, 
ending in a sharp spasm and several shudders. 

Tom was hypnotized and might have stared at the motion 
for hours except for Jack's voice snapping him from the 
trance. "Fuck her in the ass, man," Jack said. "Let's 
double-team her." 

To Tom's own amazement, the suggestion sounded sensible. 
It seemed the obvious thing to do. All that was required 
was shifting his loyalty, putting the husband-wife bond 
behind the male-male bond. In his ordinary consciousness 
such a thing would be inconceivable, but at that instant 
the legal and emotional ties of marriage seemed 
artificial and distant in relation to the sheer animal 
exuberance to be found in two men fucking a woman 
simultaneously. 

"Well yes," Tom thought, "Fuck her and double-fuck her.
I love her dearly but she is, after all, just another 
cunt." 

He leaned forward and got on all fours and walked on 
hands and knees to the necessary spot on the bed. For a 
few minutes he did nothing but watch Laura's pussy 
rotate, rise up and slide down on Jacks' thick glistening 
shaft. Then he observed the way her asshole clenched, 
twisted and opened at various points of the ride. Smiling 
with almost imbecile abandon, he reached into the drawer 
of the night table and lifted a jar of lubricant. He 
opened the lid, scooped three fingers into the scented 
jelly, and roughly smeared the gob between Laura's 
buttocks. 

"He gets her pussy and offers me her asshole," Tom said 
to himself. "Which is more than she ever offered." He put 
one hand on Laura's hip and inched forward, his cock 
swelling into a fierce erection. "We can sort it all out 
later," he thought. "Right now I'm going to split her in 
half." 

He tossed the jar over his shoulder like a champagne 
glass into a fireplace. He slid his cock into the crevice 
between her buttocks and let the friction of her movement 
fire it into steely hardness. Then he grasped the shaft 
in his right hand and brought the tip to her pulsing 
anus. He'd had anal sex with Laura many times before, but 
this was definitely going to be something else. 

He kept himself still, and Laura began reaching for him, 
lifting her ass higher and higher at each point in her 
tantalizing grind. Finally she was able to push herself 
far enough onto him to engulf the entire head of his 
cock. In order to do that she had to let Jack's cock 
slide out of her cunt. She cried out, reached down to 
grab the flapping penis, and sat on it again, this time 
leaving Tom in the cold. Tom shook his head once to clear 
it and lowered himself onto her, this time penetrating 
into her asshole while Jack's cock was still lodged deep 
in her pussy. 

Laura opened her mouth as wide as her lips would stretch, 
but no sound came out. Her arms flew out to her sides and 
froze there. Her hands went into spasms, her fingers 
curling and twitching. Whether what she felt was pleasure 
or pain or something beyond both, neither man could tell 
because they were too locked into the compelling focus of 
the moment. 

They hung like that for a long while. Then, Laura groaned 
and relaxed the last small stretch of reserve. Both Tom 
and jack sank one final quarter inch into her. Their 
cocks touched through the thin membrane separating cunt 
from colon. The contact was like the toss of a match into 
a can of gasoline. All at once, they exploded. '

The two men hunched back simultaneously and then flung 
themselves at one another through her, their cocks 
converging, competing to see which could penetrate her 
more deeply, which make the strongest impression. She 
made a sound like that of a rusty nail being pulled from 
an ancient board. She was hot, she was wet, she was open, 
and two stiff sizzling cocks were up inside her, just 
warming up to take her for a the ride of her life. 

Laura lifted her mouth from Jack's and raised her head. 
Jack brought his hand to her lips and slipped two fingers 
past her teeth and onto her tongue. She began licking and 
sucking his fingers as she would a cock. This enflamed 
the men even more and their thrusts grew fiercer. They 
pounded and sliced into her with such controlled fury 
that she could no longer keep her head up and rested it 
on Jack's shoulder. At that point, Jack and Tom found 
themselves looking into each other's eyes. 

"You should be about ready to do what you came here for," 
Tom said. 

"Let's go for it," Jack replied. 

The sound of their words roused Laura from the oblivion 
where she'd begun to wander. She remembered who she was, 
and what was happening. Although she'd been there for the 
whole process, she was still somewhat astonished to find 
herself being double-fucked by her husband and some a 
strange young man. She also became aware that it wasn't 
going to go on for very much longer.

This made her want it more, so she brought her hands down 
behind her and pulled her ass cheeks apart, and reached 
further and pressed her pussy lips apart. The gesture was 
free and shameless, a complete offering of the inmost 
recesses of the temple to the ravaging of a priapic 
frenzy. 

Tom ground into her, his cock probing her bowels, his 
pubic bone bruising the base of her spine. She started to 
move, a churning, shoveling motion. Jack lifted his ass 
from the bed to press more deeply into her. All niceties 
of identity dissolved and they were swept into the 
orgasmic mood. They were in a state of pure rut, beyond 
simple desire or lust. There was only the gnawing 
convulsion of hunger for some ultimate fulfillment, some 
absolute release. 

They went on for half an hour, cresting and resting, each 
swell and spasm of excitement more intense that the one 
before. Until there came a moment when orgasm was 
imminent. They all felt it and sounds burbled from their 
mouths, giving way to long tremulous cries and wails as 
the three of them were sucked into climax. 

Tom felt his thighs and belly tingle, his scrotum 
tighten. And even as his sperm began boiling and came 
sailing out, he knew that Jack, like a mirror image, was 
splashing his semen across the walls of Laura's cunt. 
Laura whimpered as she contracted asshole and pussy, 
covering the spurting shafts with kisses. There was a 
deep powerful throbbing in her womb which sent ripples 
through her entire body, making her tremble in an ongoing 
delicate ecstasy. 

They lay like that for a very long time before they were 
willing to return to conventional reality. When they did, 
the first thing that had to be dealt with was the bodies. 
Tom pushed back with his arms and raised himself from the 
pile. His cock slid out of Laura's ass. She twitched and 
let out a sigh of disappointment.

A few moments later she rolled off Jack and onto her 
back. Tom looked down at the two of them lying side by 
side and they stared back at him. There was an awareness 
that any word would cheapen the feelings of that moment 
and no one wanted to be the first to speak. 

Finally, Jack sat up. "Well, I guess I'll be going," he 
said. 

"Oh," Laura said. Suddenly she was embarrassed to be 
lying naked with the two men. "I'll get dressed'" she 
went on. "Why don't we all have coffee?" she concluded. 
She hoisted herself off the bed. "Yes," she said, "I'll 
get dressed and make some coffee." 

The three of them sat in the kitchen, elbows on the 
table. Jack told them that he'd quit his job a year 
earlier and was now working for an escort service. He'd 
given his sperm to the sperm bank two years before and 
when Tom called him had forgotten that he'd done it or 
why. He told them that this was by no means the only 
threesome he'd been in. "But it sure was the kinkiest," 
he assured them in a way that made them feel 
complimented. 

When he left they told him they'd call to let him know if 
the procedure had been successful. "Hey, anytime," he 
said, "No charge." He jabbed Tom lightly in the ribs, 
kissed Laura on the lips, and went off into the night. 

Laura made more coffee and she and Tom took their cups 
into the living room. They sat on the couch and sipped in 
silence for a while. 

"It was O.K.?" Laura asked at last. 

"Well, we'll see. First we have to find out if you're 
pregnant, and nine months later see what we've wrought, 
and then one day explain to the kid that his real father 
is a male hooker who dropped by one evening." 

"Are ~you~ O.K.?" she asked.

"There were some hard moments, but I'm fine." 

She laid her head on his shoulder. "There were a lot of 
hard moments," she said. 

He put his arm around her. "You got pretty wanton. How 
could we help it?"

They sat quietly for a few more minutes, doing nothing 
but breathing and feeling, letting the awareness of what 
they'd just done sink in, realizing that they'd come 
through it, still married, still in love, still wanting 
one another. 

"It's not something or is it that you might want to do 
again. Just for fun," he said. 

She let his question hang in the air for a while. Then 
she brought one hand up to his chest and began rubbing 
one nipple through the thin cloth of his shirt. "Not just 
for fun," she said. She glanced up at him and their eyes 
met. Their look was filled with confidence and delight. 
"But why not have a couple of kids?" she went on.

He leaned back and let his head sink into the top of the 
couch. As Laura unbuttoned his shirt and slipped her hand 
onto his skin, he closed his eyes and smiled. "Actually, 
I've always wanted a large family," he said. 

END

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