My wife cries out as his cock parts the delicate pink folds of her pussy and pushes its way inside. I know that cry. I’ve made her make that sound so many times. But now it was someone else. Another man’s lips kissing her. Another man’s hand at her breast. And now another man’s cock, entering her innermost recesses, a place previously reserved for only me.
She gasps, and her muscles tense, and I know she can feel her pussy stretching to accommodate him. His cock is thicker than mine. Longer. He’s touching a part of her where I’ve never been and will never go. That’s part of the fantasy. It’s hers as much as mine. We’ve talked about it for years. Through dating, marriage, two kids, we spun scenarios, talked it through in breathless conversations, and got off together and separately imagining what it would be like.
Now we know. Now we’re finally doing it. Her shapely legs are spreading wider, opening herself up to him. Her slender arms are clutching his muscular back, holding him closer. Her brown body tenses as his pale, muscular arms hold her down. He withdraws halfway from her pussy and then thrusts himself back inside of her. Again. And again. She moans as he picks up the pace, thrusting, pushing, forcefully and determinedly fucking her.
Her body strains against his. My erect prick throbs painfully as blood engorges it with no hope of release. My wrists strain against the ropes tying me to the chair. That was part of the fantasy too. As is the gag in my mouth. I can’t speak, can’t move, can’t touch myself. I can only observe, as a younger, stronger man has his way with my wife. As she enjoys every second of being fucked deeper and more thoroughly than I ever could.
The headboard starts to tap the wall as he fucks her more forcefully. Her hips rising up to meet his. Her fingernails clawing at his back now. Her legs wrapped around his, pulling him deep inside her with each thrust. She’s crying out in rhythm as he pounds her pussy over and over. She gets louder as their fucking intensifies. I wonder if the people in the next apartment can hear. I wonder if they know my wife is being taken by another man.
Her cries get ragged as he pounds into her determinedly. Finally she tenses, and her nails tear at his back as her second orgasm hits her. He already made her come once, with his tongue. I helplessly watched as he gently, slowly, brought my wife to an exquisite climax. That was tender and satisfying. This time is different. This one is physical and intense. She’s not moaning softly as the feeling washes over her, like she did before, like she usually does with me. She’s crying out, overwhelmed, out of breath, wordlessly pleading like she’s begging him to stop. Or begging him to keep going.
Through it all, he’s relentless, thrusting his cock into her in an unbreaking rhythm. She finally comes down from her orgasm and gets back into sync with him, hips rising to meet his thrusts, little cries escaping her lips in time with his grunts as he penetrates her innermost recesses again and again.
Finally, she speaks. “Keep going,” she moans. “Cum for me.”
I glance over to the bedside table. At the box sitting there, still unopened. We had fantasized about her fucking him without condoms, but in the end we agreed she needed to use them. I had a vasectomy after our second child, so she hadn’t used birth control since our wedding night. We decided it was best not to take any chances tonight, but in the heat of the moment, she never asked him to use one. And now she was asking him to cum inside of her fertile, unprotected womb.
I should feel panic at the thought of this man possibly impregnating my wife while I watch helplessly, but my painful erection just throbs harder. She doesn’t just want another man’s cock inside of her. She wants his sperm, flooding her womb, seeking out an egg to fertilize, creating a new life inside of her. I wasn’t just watching another man fucking her, I was watching another man breeding her. And I will watch, equally helpless, over the next nine months as her belly swells up with another man’s child.
That thought should horrify me, but instead it just spurs on my lust. My wife’s too, as her hands clutch his ass tightly, pulling him deeper inside her. “Don’t stop,” she moans into his ear. “Cum inside me. I want to feel your seed in me. I need it. Fill me with your cum.”
She had never talked dirty to me like that, and it’s driving me wild. It’s clearly driving her lover wild too, as he fuckes her harder, picking up the pace and just pounding her pussy with abandon. Finally, his body stiffens and he cries out, again and again and again. I imagine his cock sending spurt after spurt of thick, white cum deep into my wife’s belly. At the same moment, my own dick starts spurting, without being touched, a torrent of my own seed running uselessly down my shaft and coating my balls.
This had been part of my fantasy too, watching another man inseminate my wife, but that part was supposed to stay just fantasy. If she was pregnant, could we deal with the reality? If he had impregnated her, I guess there’s no denying I enjoyed watching it happen. I catch my breath, and watch my wife and her lover kiss, his cock still lodged deep inside her, not letting any of his seed escape. They stay that way for a few minutes, their tongues intertwined, their bodies pressed together, his sperm soaking into her fertile womb. All I could do was watch their intimate moment, silently, as the white, sticky mess all over my crotch turned cold and slimy.
Finally, he rolled off of her, and she stood up and walked over to me. Her lithe, brown body was glistening with sweat, her chest still heaving from exertion, her dark brown nipples still stiff from arousal. Before she spoke, or even looked me in the eyes, she ran her fingers across my soft dick, caressed my balls, the sticky evidence of my orgasm coating her fingertips.
She ran her hand across my cheek, coating my face with my own mess. “Looks like you enjoyed that almost as much as I did,” she cooed in my ear. “But maybe not quite as much. I know I’ve never enjoyed sex like that. He has so much energy, and passion, and stamina. And I can feel how much bigger he is than you.” I heard the man in our bed stifle a laugh, but she ignored him. “I’ve never felt so full, so satisfied, so well and thoroughly fucked.”
Tied to the chair, my eyes were level with her breasts, and she leaned in until my face was buried in her cleavage. I could feel her warm skin against me, but I couldn’t move, I couldn’t touch her, and she knew exactly how exquisitely frustrating that was. She gently stroked my sticky shaft, rubbing my sperm along my dick as she went.
“I’m so glad you finally convinced me to go through with this. Definitely one of your better ideas,” she smiled. “Oh, and I know I was supposed to use a condom, but…” she pauses, and runs a finger along her slit, as if to confirm she’s still full of another man’s sperm. “I couldn’t help it. I just felt too good, feeling his bare cock inside me, skin against skin, stretching me out, touching a place deep inside me where you’ll never go.” She gently squeezes my sweaty, sperm-soaked balls. “And it looks like you enjoyed watching him cum in me. You know what else I bet you’d enjoy? Watching him fuck me again. I mean, the damage is already done, right? I probably won’t get pregnant, but if I do, a little more sperm won’t hurt. Will it?”
I want so desperately to stop and talk this over with her, but with the gag still tightly in place, all I can do is numbly shake my head no. I know I shouldn’t go along with this, but my dick didn’t lie. I did enjoy watching them fuck. And the knowledge that she was fertile and unprotected just made it that much more exciting.
I know, deep down, that even if I could speak, even if I were untied, I wouldn’t object. I want to watch him take my wife again. I want to experience the risk as much as she does. Maybe on some level, I even want him to get her pregnant. I’ve fantasized for so long about her fucking other men, and part of that fantasy has always included her belly swelling up with another man’s baby. And now it looks like that fantasy might be coming true.
My cock starts to stiffen at the thought of it. My wife notices and lets out a little laugh. “I guess someone likes the idea!” She turns around to face her lover, her perfect round ass hovering right in front of my face. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think my husband wants you to put a baby in me. What do you say? Are you feeling up to the job?”
“Are you kidding? I’ll put enough sperm in you to repopulate the Earth. I mean, since that’s what your husband wants.” He directed that last part directly at me, a smirk on his face.
My wife climbs onto the bed and lowers herself onto his cock. She moans as she sinks down onto his hardness. “Who cares what he wants. I want this cock inside me. Fucking me. Filling me with your seed. Impregnating me. I want you to give me a baby for my husband to raise. Show him how a real man breeds his woman. I want him to watch you knock me up!”
She starts bouncing up and down on his cock as she talks, picking up the pace. From where I sit, I have a perfect view of her heart-shaped ass rising and falling, his oversized cock disappearing inside her and then re-emerging, gleaming wet from her gushing pussy. For what seems like hours, I watch my wife’s succulent brown ass rising and falling, her long hair cascading down her back, and another man’s cock plunging into her belly again and again. Finally, their mating becomes more frantic. Her breathing gets ragged. He grabs her hips and pulls her down harder onto his cock. He’s about to shoot another load into my wife’s fertile womb, and all three of us know it.
“Come on, cum for me,” she insists, her voice ragged from the energetic fucking she’s getting. “Fill me up with your seed. Fuck your baby into my belly.” That’s all it takes. My cock starts spurting again, ropes of white cum shooting a few inches into the air, running down my belly, and soaking into my pubes. By the time I come down, he’s crying out as he coats my wife’s insides with a second load of his seed. I don’t know whether she really wants his baby or it’s just dirty talk, but her chances of getting pregnant just went up. I wonder how high they’ll go by the time she unties me.
“So good…” she coos into her lover’s ear. “Sooo fucking good.” She lays down across his body, her hair splayed across his chest, his softening cock still lodged inside of her pussy. “I know I shouldn’t have,” she said, biting her lip and glancing in my direction. “But I love feeling you cum inside me. It’s not the same with my husband. He’s sterile, so there’s no risk, no thrill. But knowing you might be knocking me up right now? While my husband watches you? Jesus, it got me so fucking hot.”
She kisses him, and slides her body next to his on the bed. She throws her leg over his waist, exposing her red, swollen pussy to me. As the two of them make out like horny teenagers, I watch in rapt fascination as a trickle of thick white semen starts to leak out from between her puffy, wet labia. I wonder how much more of the stuff is still inside her.
They continue kissing, caressing each other’s bodies, until he starts gently rubbing his hand along her slit. My wife’s lithe body tenses, her flawless skin beaded with sweat, her arousal obvious. He finally breaks the kiss to suck on one of her nipples, leaving her free to moan wordlessly as he finger-fucks her. I watch globs of sperm escape only to be rubbed back into her snatch by his caressing fingers. Finally she starts bucking her hips and moaning as another orgasm hits her. She claws at the sheets with one hand and claws at him with the other as her body convulses.
No sooner has she come down, than she’s begging for more. “Oh God. Fuck me again. I need more. I need your cock in me so badly.” She’s never talked that dirty with me. And it’s been a long, long time since she wanted a third go-’round. To be honest, I can barely get it up a second time, between approaching middle age, and lack of sleep with the kids. But he’s rock hard and ready to go again.
He takes my wife on her hands and knees this time, both of them facing me. He slides his cock back into her and she cries out again. “Oh. Fuck. It’s in me so deep.” She looks me in the eyes as she says it. “I can feel the head of your cock against my cervix. No one’s ever been this deep inside me. Not even close.” My wife barely breaks eye contact with me, the smug look on her face saying, “you wanted this. I hope you’re happy.” The thing is, I am. Watching her fuck is incredibly sexy, and I love that she’s more excited about sex than she has been in years.
“I want you to fuck me like my husband never could.” I feel my dick get hard again as she says it. He starts thrusting into her. Hard now, rougher than he had been the first two times. She starts crying out each time he bottoms out in her pussy. He roughly mauls her breasts, and I see a red mark where he’s bitten her neck. He lifts his head to look me in the eyes as he pounds his cock into my wife. “You like that?” he seems to say. “I can do whatever I want with her. I’m touching a part of her you’ll never reach. I’m fucking her better than you ever will.”
This is my fantasy. To watch my wife royally fucked by another man, my own inferiority rubbed in my face. My dick hurts, it’s so hard. But the show in front of me isn’t finished. First, he squeezes her nipple, hard, making her scream out.
“Do you want me to stop?” he says, not slackening the pace of his cock splitting her open again and again.
“Nnnnnooooo!!!!” Her breath is ragged, and she’s barely able to verbalize. “Don’t!!! Don’t… stop!!!!”
He squeezes both of her breasts, hard, holding onto her soft, firm tits for balance as he continues to plow into her from behind.
“Tell me what you want.”
She’s gritting her teeth in pain, between him mauling her breasts and the pounding her cervix is taking. But it’s obvious he’s driving her wild, too. “Keep… fucking… me!!!!”
“Until…?”
She grunts and gasps as their hips slap together again and again, but she doesn’t say anything. He lets go of one breast and slaps her ass hard, making her cry out.
“Untill…?”
“Cum!!!” She practically screams the answer once she realizes what he’s after. “Cum inside me! Fill me up! Shoot it all into my womb! Make… me… pregnant!!!!” She screams the last word as another orgasm hits her like a freight train.
It’s a good couple of minutes before she comes down again, and his pace hasn’t slackened. But her voice is more composed. She eggs him on in a low, breathy moan. “Come on, cum inside me. You’re right up against my cervix. Shoot every drop of seed into my womb. I’m fertile. Unprotected. Waiting for you. Eager for you. Desperate for you. Plant your seed. Put a baby in me. Make my belly swell. Knock me up.”
Finally, her encouragement pushes him over the edge, and he moves his hands to her hips, clutching her tightly as he holds himself deep inside of her, shooting a third load of sperm directly into her fertile womb.
He holds himself inside her for a minute, both of them catching their breath and savoring the moment, my balls aching as I watch them, still painfully hard and unable to touch myself. I stay in this position for what feels like an eternity as they kiss and cuddle on the bed, their bodies entwined, until he finally drifts off to sleep.
My wife disentangles herself, gets up off the bed and slowly walks over to me. My dick’s still pointing straight ahead like a divining rod, still slick with the evidence of my first two eruptions. She looks at me with bemusement. “Looks like you enjoyed the show!” She strokes my sticky cock and I almost shoot off right in her hand. But she kneels down in front of me, and slowly licks up and down my shaft, scooping up globs of sperm from my first two orgams with her tongue as she goes.
“Somebody made a mess,” she observes with a smile.
“So, we finally went through with it. And we both enjoyed it. I know I did. I have never been fucked like that.” She takes the head of my dick into her mouth, licking and sucking for a minute before she continues. “I don’t even care that I might be pregnant. I just wanted to feel that big cock inside me. And I wanted to feel his cum inside me. It’s leaking out of my pussy right now, reminding me of how well he fucked me.”
She lets that hang there as she put her mouth over my shaft again. I need to cum so badly I’m losing my mind, but she just teases me and keeps me on the edge.
“Now, I’m not completely irresponsible. I have the morning-after pill, and I can take one tomorrow. I know we’ve fantasized about another man getting me pregnant, but the reality is a much different story. So I can take the pill, have my period, and this was all a one-time fling.”
She licks my cock again, working her way down to my balls. “But that’s it. If I take the pill, this is all done. Everything goes back to normal. I stay faithful, we raise our two kids, everything stays the same.”
She rises up to look me in the eyes. “But if you want me to keep fucking him, this is what has to happen. I’m going to keep fucking him. A lot. Maybe other guys too. That’s up to me. I’m going to fuck who I want, when I want, as much as I want. No pills. No condoms. If I get pregnant, I get pregnant. Whether I do or not, I’m going to keep sleeping around, until I decide to stop. That could be weeks from now, it could be years. You won’t get a say in the matter, except for right now.”
As she talks, she keeps stroking my slimy cock. Not enough to get me off, just enough to keep me rock hard and right on the edge. She bobs her head down on my dick for just a minute, then she continues. “There’s more. If I’m fucking other men, I’m probably going to be too worn out to have much time for you. Although from the looks of it, you’ll cum so much from watching, you won’t have anything left for me! So I guess that works out.” She smiles at me wickedly. “Beside, you can lick their sperm out of my pussy after. Would you like that?”
I moan into the gag. She takes my erection into her mouth again, rolling her tongue around the head for a minute while her words swim around my head and my balls ache, waiting for release.
“In a minute, I’m going to take the gag out, and you’re going to decide. And whatever you say, goes. I can be your faithful wife, and you never get to watch me fuck again. Or I can be a dirty slut, and you get to watch me fuck a lot. I’ll probably get pregnant, and you’ll just have to live with that. Whichever one you decide, there’s no going back. Whatever you say right now, that’s what I’m going to live by.”
At long last, she reaches for the clasp that holds my gag in place. Her other hand moves to my balls, which she squeezes gently. She undoes the clasp, but holds one hand over my mouth, just touching the gag with her fingers, holding it in place until she’s ready. Her head moves down to my cock, and with her mouth hovering over the head, she squeezes my balls harder and says, “so do you want me to keep fucking other men? Do you want another man to put a baby in me?”
She pushes her head down, deep throating my cock, as she tugs down on my balls, finally taking her hand away from my mouth and letting the gag drop. But as soon as I open my mouth, the combination of her oral ministrations and the vision of her belly swelling up with some other man’s bastard puts me over the top. My balls explode, shooting what feels like a gallon of cum down her throat.
“Yes!!!” I scream out. “Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes!!!”
She holds my dick in her mouth until it goes soft and I’ve caught my breath. She looks up at me and smiles sweetly, a little dribble of cum at the corner of her mouth, a white pearl standing out against her dark skin. “Then I guess it’s decided.”
I look down at her and smile ruefully. “That was a dirty trick.”
She leans in and kisses me, and as her tongue slides into my mouth, she pushes a slimy mouthful of sperm and saliva with it. We spit the gooey mess back and forth for a minute, until she pushes it all into my mouth, and before I realize what’s happening, puts the gag back in place. I have no choice but to swallow the whole mess. She smiles as she watches me do it.
“May as well get used to it, because every blowjob I give from now on, you’re going to swallow the results. And trust me when I say I’m going to be giving a lot of blowjobs. So get used to the taste, because you’re also going to be licking so much sperm out of my pussy from now on. Maybe even enough to keep me from getting pregnant. Who knows! I think you’re going to like it either way. In fact, I think you’re going to love being my little cuckold. But not as much as I’m going to enjoy being your dirty slut of a wife!”
I knew this wasn’t fair, that she got me keyed up so I’d blurt out a yes in the heat of the moment. But I also knew that deep down, this is what I want. I want her to be a dirty slut. I want her to enjoy every inch of every cock that penetrates her sexy body. I want to be helpless while other men take my wife, again and again. And deep down, I want her belly to swell up with another baby. I want to spend the rest of my life knowing that one of our kids had been fathered by another man, and that I had done nothing to stop it happening.
She saunters over to the dresser, and takes out a little square of cardboard with two plastic bubbles embedded in the middle. Her morning-after pills. She waves the square in front of my face. “Since you want your slutty wife to keep fucking around, I’m not going to be needing these anymore. In fact, I’m going to fuck this guy so many times this weekend,” she nods to the sleeping figure on the bed, ”I’ll probably be pregnant with triplets.” Unconsciously, she rubs her hand across her smooth, flat stomach. It won’t be flat for long.
“Since this is what you want, since this is what you’ve fantasized about for so long, I want you to be the one to do the honors. I want you to flush these two little pills, so when another man impregnates me, I’ll know it was with your blessing.”
She presses the packet into my hand and then unties my bonds at long last. “Last chance to back out,” she teased. “Walk over to the bathroom, and drop those into the toilet. The moment they hit the water, I’m as good as pregnant. We’ve fantasized about this for so long. From that moment, it’ll be real. There’ll be no going back.”
I can’t speak, so I hold up the packet to her face. I’m only able to grunt for emphasis. Her face suddenly turns serious. “Are you having second thoughts? Because if you are, we can stop this right now.”
I shake my head. I hold the packet up for her inspection again. This time I tap the two bubbles with my fingers. The two empty bubbles. It takes a second, until the realization creeps across her face. “Oh, you bastard.” She laughed. “Well, looks like I’m getting pregnant whether I like it or not!” She laughed again. I already flushed those pills this morning.
Like I said, deep down, this is what I wanted.
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My wife cries out as his cock parts the delicate pink folds of her pussy and pushes its way inside. I know that cry. I’ve listened to so many men make her make that sound in the past eight months. It’s an old familiar routine at this point. Another man’s lips kissing her. Another man’s hand at her breast. And now another man’s cock, entering her innermost recesses, a place previously reserved for only me.
So many men have taken her since that first time. I got the slutty wife I wanted and then some. I’ve had more and better orgasms than I’ve ever had in my life, watching my wife taking other men in her mouth, in her pussy, even her ass. Sometimes two and three at a time. In the last six months, I’ve probably licked hundreds of loads of sperm from all three of those orifices, or off of her tits, her face, or her round, bulging stomach. Yes, one of those other men got her pregnant. Probably the first one, but there’s no way of knowing. Only that it can’t possibly be mine. Since that first night, my wife’s body has been off-limits to my dick. I cum uselessly into my hand, as other men fill and cover her body with their sperm.
I should object to that. I should hate it. But I can’t resist watching my sexy wife in action. I’ve even brought other men home for her, asked other guys to fuck my wife, and then stood by and watched while they did just that. And I haven’t regretted it for a second. Every night, I tell my sexy, slutty wife how much I love her, and she tells me what a good father I’ll be to the bastard growing in her womb. She wears as little as possible now, flaunting her curvaceous, pregnant body, and I love drinking in the sight of the full, round breasts and bulging stomach that are the fruits of her adulterous fucking. We love revisiting that night, as she reminds me again and again how well her lover fucked her, how much she wanted his baby, how happy she is to be pregnant, only a year after deciding she didn’t want any more kids by me.
We have one more fantasy yet to fulfill. I’d like to set her up with a gangbang. Ten men, maybe more. The idea of watching a roomful of strangers fuck my pregnant wife senseless just drives me wild. But of course, she took the fantasy even further. She wants to wait a year, until she’s done breastfeeding the baby, and she’s fertile again, so she can fuck all of those men unprotected and let their sperm race for her egg, never knowing which one of them impregnated her. How could I say no?
I understand the implications completely. She’s six months pregnant now. Three months until she gives birth to a baby that isn’t mine. A year and three months from now she’ll be ready to be bred by a group of men. It could very well take a few months (and a few gangbangs) for her to catch. Which means it could be two full years. Two years without my dick touching my wife. Two years of my sperm squirting uselessly into my hand while my wife fucks one virile stud after another. Two years until she’s again pregnant with an unknown man’s baby, and only then can I fuck the woman I love. I should have been desperate to get my own dick inside of her, but the idea of her being such a wanton slut, and the idea of getting to watch it all happen, was too much for me.
Of course I said yes. She teases me that, while the stud who caused her current pregnancy looks like me, the next one might not. I agreed she could pick the men to gangbang her when the time comes, and she tells me she’s going to pick men of all different races, none of whom look anything like me. Everyone will know that the baby’s not mine, that I stood by passively while another man—or men—impregnated my willing and eager wife. I know I shouldn’t be okay with that, shouldn’t want that. But I crave the humiliation. Deep down, the thought of the world knowing I’m a sexually frustrated cuckold and my wife’s a brazen slut excites me to no end. Especially the latter.
She’s really taken to fucking other men since that first encounter, and I’m in awe of her newfound sexuality. I find myself wanting to brag about what an insatiable, sexy wife I have. I hear her giggling with her girlfriends and fantasize that she’s telling them about all the cocks she’s taken, about the baby in her belly not being mine, about all her husband does is watch, and lick other men’s sperm out of her afterwards. I imagine them giggling together behind my back, gossiping, asking each other what kind of a man lets his wife be bred by another. I fantasize about her inspiring other wives to go down the same path, of giving other husbands the same exquisite blend of lust and shame I feel every time I watch a strange cock penetrate her or look at her swollen belly.
Whether any of that’s happening or not, my biggest fantasy came true. My darling wife is a knocked-up slut, and I get to watch her fuck and endless parade of men. She has more and better orgasms than she ever has in her life, and truth be told, so do I. I see her naked more than I ever had when we were dating or newlyweds, and more often than not she’s got another man’s sperm running down her legs. Or my sterile cum coating her round tummy or her milk-filled boobs. We’re both having the best time of our lives. I just wonder if she’s going to want to stop. We may end up having a big ******!
She gasps, and her muscles tense, and I know she can feel her pussy stretching to accommodate him. His cock is thicker than mine. Longer. He’s touching a part of her where I’ve never been and will never go. That’s part of the fantasy. It’s hers as much as mine. We’ve talked about it for years. Through dating, marriage, two kids, we spun scenarios, talked it through in breathless conversations, and got off together and separately imagining what it would be like.
Now we know. Now we’re finally doing it. Her shapely legs are spreading wider, opening herself up to him. Her slender arms are clutching his muscular back, holding him closer. Her brown body tenses as his pale, muscular arms hold her down. He withdraws halfway from her pussy and then thrusts himself back inside of her. Again. And again. She moans as he picks up the pace, thrusting, pushing, forcefully and determinedly fucking her.
Her body strains against his. My erect prick throbs painfully as blood engorges it with no hope of release. My wrists strain against the ropes tying me to the chair. That was part of the fantasy too. As is the gag in my mouth. I can’t speak, can’t move, can’t touch myself. I can only observe, as a younger, stronger man has his way with my wife. As she enjoys every second of being fucked deeper and more thoroughly than I ever could.
The headboard starts to tap the wall as he fucks her more forcefully. Her hips rising up to meet his. Her fingernails clawing at his back now. Her legs wrapped around his, pulling him deep inside her with each thrust. She’s crying out in rhythm as he pounds her pussy over and over. She gets louder as their fucking intensifies. I wonder if the people in the next apartment can hear. I wonder if they know my wife is being taken by another man.
Her cries get ragged as he pounds into her determinedly. Finally she tenses, and her nails tear at his back as her second orgasm hits her. He already made her come once, with his tongue. I helplessly watched as he gently, slowly, brought my wife to an exquisite climax. That was tender and satisfying. This time is different. This one is physical and intense. She’s not moaning softly as the feeling washes over her, like she did before, like she usually does with me. She’s crying out, overwhelmed, out of breath, wordlessly pleading like she’s begging him to stop. Or begging him to keep going.
Through it all, he’s relentless, thrusting his cock into her in an unbreaking rhythm. She finally comes down from her orgasm and gets back into sync with him, hips rising to meet his thrusts, little cries escaping her lips in time with his grunts as he penetrates her innermost recesses again and again.
Finally, she speaks. “Keep going,” she moans. “Cum for me.”
I glance over to the bedside table. At the box sitting there, still unopened. We had fantasized about her fucking him without condoms, but in the end we agreed she needed to use them. I had a vasectomy after our second child, so she hadn’t used birth control since our wedding night. We decided it was best not to take any chances tonight, but in the heat of the moment, she never asked him to use one. And now she was asking him to cum inside of her fertile, unprotected womb.
I should feel panic at the thought of this man possibly impregnating my wife while I watch helplessly, but my painful erection just throbs harder. She doesn’t just want another man’s cock inside of her. She wants his sperm, flooding her womb, seeking out an egg to fertilize, creating a new life inside of her. I wasn’t just watching another man fucking her, I was watching another man breeding her. And I will watch, equally helpless, over the next nine months as her belly swells up with another man’s child.
That thought should horrify me, but instead it just spurs on my lust. My wife’s too, as her hands clutch his ass tightly, pulling him deeper inside her. “Don’t stop,” she moans into his ear. “Cum inside me. I want to feel your seed in me. I need it. Fill me with your cum.”
She had never talked dirty to me like that, and it’s driving me wild. It’s clearly driving her lover wild too, as he fuckes her harder, picking up the pace and just pounding her pussy with abandon. Finally, his body stiffens and he cries out, again and again and again. I imagine his cock sending spurt after spurt of thick, white cum deep into my wife’s belly. At the same moment, my own dick starts spurting, without being touched, a torrent of my own seed running uselessly down my shaft and coating my balls.
This had been part of my fantasy too, watching another man inseminate my wife, but that part was supposed to stay just fantasy. If she was pregnant, could we deal with the reality? If he had impregnated her, I guess there’s no denying I enjoyed watching it happen. I catch my breath, and watch my wife and her lover kiss, his cock still lodged deep inside her, not letting any of his seed escape. They stay that way for a few minutes, their tongues intertwined, their bodies pressed together, his sperm soaking into her fertile womb. All I could do was watch their intimate moment, silently, as the white, sticky mess all over my crotch turned cold and slimy.
Finally, he rolled off of her, and she stood up and walked over to me. Her lithe, brown body was glistening with sweat, her chest still heaving from exertion, her dark brown nipples still stiff from arousal. Before she spoke, or even looked me in the eyes, she ran her fingers across my soft dick, caressed my balls, the sticky evidence of my orgasm coating her fingertips.
She ran her hand across my cheek, coating my face with my own mess. “Looks like you enjoyed that almost as much as I did,” she cooed in my ear. “But maybe not quite as much. I know I’ve never enjoyed sex like that. He has so much energy, and passion, and stamina. And I can feel how much bigger he is than you.” I heard the man in our bed stifle a laugh, but she ignored him. “I’ve never felt so full, so satisfied, so well and thoroughly fucked.”
Tied to the chair, my eyes were level with her breasts, and she leaned in until my face was buried in her cleavage. I could feel her warm skin against me, but I couldn’t move, I couldn’t touch her, and she knew exactly how exquisitely frustrating that was. She gently stroked my sticky shaft, rubbing my sperm along my dick as she went.
“I’m so glad you finally convinced me to go through with this. Definitely one of your better ideas,” she smiled. “Oh, and I know I was supposed to use a condom, but…” she pauses, and runs a finger along her slit, as if to confirm she’s still full of another man’s sperm. “I couldn’t help it. I just felt too good, feeling his bare cock inside me, skin against skin, stretching me out, touching a place deep inside me where you’ll never go.” She gently squeezes my sweaty, sperm-soaked balls. “And it looks like you enjoyed watching him cum in me. You know what else I bet you’d enjoy? Watching him fuck me again. I mean, the damage is already done, right? I probably won’t get pregnant, but if I do, a little more sperm won’t hurt. Will it?”
I want so desperately to stop and talk this over with her, but with the gag still tightly in place, all I can do is numbly shake my head no. I know I shouldn’t go along with this, but my dick didn’t lie. I did enjoy watching them fuck. And the knowledge that she was fertile and unprotected just made it that much more exciting.
I know, deep down, that even if I could speak, even if I were untied, I wouldn’t object. I want to watch him take my wife again. I want to experience the risk as much as she does. Maybe on some level, I even want him to get her pregnant. I’ve fantasized for so long about her fucking other men, and part of that fantasy has always included her belly swelling up with another man’s baby. And now it looks like that fantasy might be coming true.
My cock starts to stiffen at the thought of it. My wife notices and lets out a little laugh. “I guess someone likes the idea!” She turns around to face her lover, her perfect round ass hovering right in front of my face. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think my husband wants you to put a baby in me. What do you say? Are you feeling up to the job?”
“Are you kidding? I’ll put enough sperm in you to repopulate the Earth. I mean, since that’s what your husband wants.” He directed that last part directly at me, a smirk on his face.
My wife climbs onto the bed and lowers herself onto his cock. She moans as she sinks down onto his hardness. “Who cares what he wants. I want this cock inside me. Fucking me. Filling me with your seed. Impregnating me. I want you to give me a baby for my husband to raise. Show him how a real man breeds his woman. I want him to watch you knock me up!”
She starts bouncing up and down on his cock as she talks, picking up the pace. From where I sit, I have a perfect view of her heart-shaped ass rising and falling, his oversized cock disappearing inside her and then re-emerging, gleaming wet from her gushing pussy. For what seems like hours, I watch my wife’s succulent brown ass rising and falling, her long hair cascading down her back, and another man’s cock plunging into her belly again and again. Finally, their mating becomes more frantic. Her breathing gets ragged. He grabs her hips and pulls her down harder onto his cock. He’s about to shoot another load into my wife’s fertile womb, and all three of us know it.
“Come on, cum for me,” she insists, her voice ragged from the energetic fucking she’s getting. “Fill me up with your seed. Fuck your baby into my belly.” That’s all it takes. My cock starts spurting again, ropes of white cum shooting a few inches into the air, running down my belly, and soaking into my pubes. By the time I come down, he’s crying out as he coats my wife’s insides with a second load of his seed. I don’t know whether she really wants his baby or it’s just dirty talk, but her chances of getting pregnant just went up. I wonder how high they’ll go by the time she unties me.
“So good…” she coos into her lover’s ear. “Sooo fucking good.” She lays down across his body, her hair splayed across his chest, his softening cock still lodged inside of her pussy. “I know I shouldn’t have,” she said, biting her lip and glancing in my direction. “But I love feeling you cum inside me. It’s not the same with my husband. He’s sterile, so there’s no risk, no thrill. But knowing you might be knocking me up right now? While my husband watches you? Jesus, it got me so fucking hot.”
She kisses him, and slides her body next to his on the bed. She throws her leg over his waist, exposing her red, swollen pussy to me. As the two of them make out like horny teenagers, I watch in rapt fascination as a trickle of thick white semen starts to leak out from between her puffy, wet labia. I wonder how much more of the stuff is still inside her.
They continue kissing, caressing each other’s bodies, until he starts gently rubbing his hand along her slit. My wife’s lithe body tenses, her flawless skin beaded with sweat, her arousal obvious. He finally breaks the kiss to suck on one of her nipples, leaving her free to moan wordlessly as he finger-fucks her. I watch globs of sperm escape only to be rubbed back into her snatch by his caressing fingers. Finally she starts bucking her hips and moaning as another orgasm hits her. She claws at the sheets with one hand and claws at him with the other as her body convulses.
No sooner has she come down, than she’s begging for more. “Oh God. Fuck me again. I need more. I need your cock in me so badly.” She’s never talked that dirty with me. And it’s been a long, long time since she wanted a third go-’round. To be honest, I can barely get it up a second time, between approaching middle age, and lack of sleep with the kids. But he’s rock hard and ready to go again.
He takes my wife on her hands and knees this time, both of them facing me. He slides his cock back into her and she cries out again. “Oh. Fuck. It’s in me so deep.” She looks me in the eyes as she says it. “I can feel the head of your cock against my cervix. No one’s ever been this deep inside me. Not even close.” My wife barely breaks eye contact with me, the smug look on her face saying, “you wanted this. I hope you’re happy.” The thing is, I am. Watching her fuck is incredibly sexy, and I love that she’s more excited about sex than she has been in years.
“I want you to fuck me like my husband never could.” I feel my dick get hard again as she says it. He starts thrusting into her. Hard now, rougher than he had been the first two times. She starts crying out each time he bottoms out in her pussy. He roughly mauls her breasts, and I see a red mark where he’s bitten her neck. He lifts his head to look me in the eyes as he pounds his cock into my wife. “You like that?” he seems to say. “I can do whatever I want with her. I’m touching a part of her you’ll never reach. I’m fucking her better than you ever will.”
This is my fantasy. To watch my wife royally fucked by another man, my own inferiority rubbed in my face. My dick hurts, it’s so hard. But the show in front of me isn’t finished. First, he squeezes her nipple, hard, making her scream out.
“Do you want me to stop?” he says, not slackening the pace of his cock splitting her open again and again.
“Nnnnnooooo!!!!” Her breath is ragged, and she’s barely able to verbalize. “Don’t!!! Don’t… stop!!!!”
He squeezes both of her breasts, hard, holding onto her soft, firm tits for balance as he continues to plow into her from behind.
“Tell me what you want.”
She’s gritting her teeth in pain, between him mauling her breasts and the pounding her cervix is taking. But it’s obvious he’s driving her wild, too. “Keep… fucking… me!!!!”
“Until…?”
She grunts and gasps as their hips slap together again and again, but she doesn’t say anything. He lets go of one breast and slaps her ass hard, making her cry out.
“Untill…?”
“Cum!!!” She practically screams the answer once she realizes what he’s after. “Cum inside me! Fill me up! Shoot it all into my womb! Make… me… pregnant!!!!” She screams the last word as another orgasm hits her like a freight train.
It’s a good couple of minutes before she comes down again, and his pace hasn’t slackened. But her voice is more composed. She eggs him on in a low, breathy moan. “Come on, cum inside me. You’re right up against my cervix. Shoot every drop of seed into my womb. I’m fertile. Unprotected. Waiting for you. Eager for you. Desperate for you. Plant your seed. Put a baby in me. Make my belly swell. Knock me up.”
Finally, her encouragement pushes him over the edge, and he moves his hands to her hips, clutching her tightly as he holds himself deep inside of her, shooting a third load of sperm directly into her fertile womb.
He holds himself inside her for a minute, both of them catching their breath and savoring the moment, my balls aching as I watch them, still painfully hard and unable to touch myself. I stay in this position for what feels like an eternity as they kiss and cuddle on the bed, their bodies entwined, until he finally drifts off to sleep.
My wife disentangles herself, gets up off the bed and slowly walks over to me. My dick’s still pointing straight ahead like a divining rod, still slick with the evidence of my first two eruptions. She looks at me with bemusement. “Looks like you enjoyed the show!” She strokes my sticky cock and I almost shoot off right in her hand. But she kneels down in front of me, and slowly licks up and down my shaft, scooping up globs of sperm from my first two orgams with her tongue as she goes.
“Somebody made a mess,” she observes with a smile.
“So, we finally went through with it. And we both enjoyed it. I know I did. I have never been fucked like that.” She takes the head of my dick into her mouth, licking and sucking for a minute before she continues. “I don’t even care that I might be pregnant. I just wanted to feel that big cock inside me. And I wanted to feel his cum inside me. It’s leaking out of my pussy right now, reminding me of how well he fucked me.”
She lets that hang there as she put her mouth over my shaft again. I need to cum so badly I’m losing my mind, but she just teases me and keeps me on the edge.
“Now, I’m not completely irresponsible. I have the morning-after pill, and I can take one tomorrow. I know we’ve fantasized about another man getting me pregnant, but the reality is a much different story. So I can take the pill, have my period, and this was all a one-time fling.”
She licks my cock again, working her way down to my balls. “But that’s it. If I take the pill, this is all done. Everything goes back to normal. I stay faithful, we raise our two kids, everything stays the same.”
She rises up to look me in the eyes. “But if you want me to keep fucking him, this is what has to happen. I’m going to keep fucking him. A lot. Maybe other guys too. That’s up to me. I’m going to fuck who I want, when I want, as much as I want. No pills. No condoms. If I get pregnant, I get pregnant. Whether I do or not, I’m going to keep sleeping around, until I decide to stop. That could be weeks from now, it could be years. You won’t get a say in the matter, except for right now.”
As she talks, she keeps stroking my slimy cock. Not enough to get me off, just enough to keep me rock hard and right on the edge. She bobs her head down on my dick for just a minute, then she continues. “There’s more. If I’m fucking other men, I’m probably going to be too worn out to have much time for you. Although from the looks of it, you’ll cum so much from watching, you won’t have anything left for me! So I guess that works out.” She smiles at me wickedly. “Beside, you can lick their sperm out of my pussy after. Would you like that?”
I moan into the gag. She takes my erection into her mouth again, rolling her tongue around the head for a minute while her words swim around my head and my balls ache, waiting for release.
“In a minute, I’m going to take the gag out, and you’re going to decide. And whatever you say, goes. I can be your faithful wife, and you never get to watch me fuck again. Or I can be a dirty slut, and you get to watch me fuck a lot. I’ll probably get pregnant, and you’ll just have to live with that. Whichever one you decide, there’s no going back. Whatever you say right now, that’s what I’m going to live by.”
At long last, she reaches for the clasp that holds my gag in place. Her other hand moves to my balls, which she squeezes gently. She undoes the clasp, but holds one hand over my mouth, just touching the gag with her fingers, holding it in place until she’s ready. Her head moves down to my cock, and with her mouth hovering over the head, she squeezes my balls harder and says, “so do you want me to keep fucking other men? Do you want another man to put a baby in me?”
She pushes her head down, deep throating my cock, as she tugs down on my balls, finally taking her hand away from my mouth and letting the gag drop. But as soon as I open my mouth, the combination of her oral ministrations and the vision of her belly swelling up with some other man’s bastard puts me over the top. My balls explode, shooting what feels like a gallon of cum down her throat.
“Yes!!!” I scream out. “Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes!!!”
She holds my dick in her mouth until it goes soft and I’ve caught my breath. She looks up at me and smiles sweetly, a little dribble of cum at the corner of her mouth, a white pearl standing out against her dark skin. “Then I guess it’s decided.”
I look down at her and smile ruefully. “That was a dirty trick.”
She leans in and kisses me, and as her tongue slides into my mouth, she pushes a slimy mouthful of sperm and saliva with it. We spit the gooey mess back and forth for a minute, until she pushes it all into my mouth, and before I realize what’s happening, puts the gag back in place. I have no choice but to swallow the whole mess. She smiles as she watches me do it.
“May as well get used to it, because every blowjob I give from now on, you’re going to swallow the results. And trust me when I say I’m going to be giving a lot of blowjobs. So get used to the taste, because you’re also going to be licking so much sperm out of my pussy from now on. Maybe even enough to keep me from getting pregnant. Who knows! I think you’re going to like it either way. In fact, I think you’re going to love being my little cuckold. But not as much as I’m going to enjoy being your dirty slut of a wife!”
I knew this wasn’t fair, that she got me keyed up so I’d blurt out a yes in the heat of the moment. But I also knew that deep down, this is what I want. I want her to be a dirty slut. I want her to enjoy every inch of every cock that penetrates her sexy body. I want to be helpless while other men take my wife, again and again. And deep down, I want her belly to swell up with another baby. I want to spend the rest of my life knowing that one of our kids had been fathered by another man, and that I had done nothing to stop it happening.
She saunters over to the dresser, and takes out a little square of cardboard with two plastic bubbles embedded in the middle. Her morning-after pills. She waves the square in front of my face. “Since you want your slutty wife to keep fucking around, I’m not going to be needing these anymore. In fact, I’m going to fuck this guy so many times this weekend,” she nods to the sleeping figure on the bed, ”I’ll probably be pregnant with triplets.” Unconsciously, she rubs her hand across her smooth, flat stomach. It won’t be flat for long.
“Since this is what you want, since this is what you’ve fantasized about for so long, I want you to be the one to do the honors. I want you to flush these two little pills, so when another man impregnates me, I’ll know it was with your blessing.”
She presses the packet into my hand and then unties my bonds at long last. “Last chance to back out,” she teased. “Walk over to the bathroom, and drop those into the toilet. The moment they hit the water, I’m as good as pregnant. We’ve fantasized about this for so long. From that moment, it’ll be real. There’ll be no going back.”
I can’t speak, so I hold up the packet to her face. I’m only able to grunt for emphasis. Her face suddenly turns serious. “Are you having second thoughts? Because if you are, we can stop this right now.”
I shake my head. I hold the packet up for her inspection again. This time I tap the two bubbles with my fingers. The two empty bubbles. It takes a second, until the realization creeps across her face. “Oh, you bastard.” She laughed. “Well, looks like I’m getting pregnant whether I like it or not!” She laughed again. I already flushed those pills this morning.
Like I said, deep down, this is what I wanted.
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My wife cries out as his cock parts the delicate pink folds of her pussy and pushes its way inside. I know that cry. I’ve listened to so many men make her make that sound in the past eight months. It’s an old familiar routine at this point. Another man’s lips kissing her. Another man’s hand at her breast. And now another man’s cock, entering her innermost recesses, a place previously reserved for only me.
So many men have taken her since that first time. I got the slutty wife I wanted and then some. I’ve had more and better orgasms than I’ve ever had in my life, watching my wife taking other men in her mouth, in her pussy, even her ass. Sometimes two and three at a time. In the last six months, I’ve probably licked hundreds of loads of sperm from all three of those orifices, or off of her tits, her face, or her round, bulging stomach. Yes, one of those other men got her pregnant. Probably the first one, but there’s no way of knowing. Only that it can’t possibly be mine. Since that first night, my wife’s body has been off-limits to my dick. I cum uselessly into my hand, as other men fill and cover her body with their sperm.
I should object to that. I should hate it. But I can’t resist watching my sexy wife in action. I’ve even brought other men home for her, asked other guys to fuck my wife, and then stood by and watched while they did just that. And I haven’t regretted it for a second. Every night, I tell my sexy, slutty wife how much I love her, and she tells me what a good father I’ll be to the bastard growing in her womb. She wears as little as possible now, flaunting her curvaceous, pregnant body, and I love drinking in the sight of the full, round breasts and bulging stomach that are the fruits of her adulterous fucking. We love revisiting that night, as she reminds me again and again how well her lover fucked her, how much she wanted his baby, how happy she is to be pregnant, only a year after deciding she didn’t want any more kids by me.
We have one more fantasy yet to fulfill. I’d like to set her up with a gangbang. Ten men, maybe more. The idea of watching a roomful of strangers fuck my pregnant wife senseless just drives me wild. But of course, she took the fantasy even further. She wants to wait a year, until she’s done breastfeeding the baby, and she’s fertile again, so she can fuck all of those men unprotected and let their sperm race for her egg, never knowing which one of them impregnated her. How could I say no?
I understand the implications completely. She’s six months pregnant now. Three months until she gives birth to a baby that isn’t mine. A year and three months from now she’ll be ready to be bred by a group of men. It could very well take a few months (and a few gangbangs) for her to catch. Which means it could be two full years. Two years without my dick touching my wife. Two years of my sperm squirting uselessly into my hand while my wife fucks one virile stud after another. Two years until she’s again pregnant with an unknown man’s baby, and only then can I fuck the woman I love. I should have been desperate to get my own dick inside of her, but the idea of her being such a wanton slut, and the idea of getting to watch it all happen, was too much for me.
Of course I said yes. She teases me that, while the stud who caused her current pregnancy looks like me, the next one might not. I agreed she could pick the men to gangbang her when the time comes, and she tells me she’s going to pick men of all different races, none of whom look anything like me. Everyone will know that the baby’s not mine, that I stood by passively while another man—or men—impregnated my willing and eager wife. I know I shouldn’t be okay with that, shouldn’t want that. But I crave the humiliation. Deep down, the thought of the world knowing I’m a sexually frustrated cuckold and my wife’s a brazen slut excites me to no end. Especially the latter.
She’s really taken to fucking other men since that first encounter, and I’m in awe of her newfound sexuality. I find myself wanting to brag about what an insatiable, sexy wife I have. I hear her giggling with her girlfriends and fantasize that she’s telling them about all the cocks she’s taken, about the baby in her belly not being mine, about all her husband does is watch, and lick other men’s sperm out of her afterwards. I imagine them giggling together behind my back, gossiping, asking each other what kind of a man lets his wife be bred by another. I fantasize about her inspiring other wives to go down the same path, of giving other husbands the same exquisite blend of lust and shame I feel every time I watch a strange cock penetrate her or look at her swollen belly.
Whether any of that’s happening or not, my biggest fantasy came true. My darling wife is a knocked-up slut, and I get to watch her fuck and endless parade of men. She has more and better orgasms than she ever has in her life, and truth be told, so do I. I see her naked more than I ever had when we were dating or newlyweds, and more often than not she’s got another man’s sperm running down her legs. Or my sterile cum coating her round tummy or her milk-filled boobs. We’re both having the best time of our lives. I just wonder if she’s going to want to stop. We may end up having a big ******!
