The most shocking thing, believe it or not, was how casual Kate was about everything. I mean, no one expected her and her husband Ray to announce that they had invited another man to get her pregnant. Or that it was pale, sandy-haired Ray who suggested a black man for the job because “I love how hard he makes her come.”
I knew my little sister was the wild child in the ******, I’d even go so far as to call her slutty. But this was beyond anything I had even imagined in my tame fantasies. She had been fucking other men for their whole relationship, with Ray’s approval. He just liked to watch. She pulled a train on her honeymoon while he filmed the whole thing for posterity. And of all the men who fucked his wife, he had a favorite, who he invited to make her pregnant.
And he had. By the time Kate told the ******, she was already three months along. (It’s a common superstition not to announce until then, as by that point it’s not a false positive and you’re past the highest risk of miscarriage. And by three months, it feels real.) Mom and *** needed a *lot* of calming down. But Kate was so nonchalant about the whole thing as if couples did this all the time, and of course, her husband wanted her to have good sex, and of course, he wanted a smart, athletic man to father her babies, and what was surprising about any of that?
She was so matter-of-fact that through some miracle, it started to feel normal, even to our parents. Even to me. To the point where, when Kesh and I invited Kate and Ray to our beach house for the weekend, and she asked if Mike could come too, I said, “Of course! I want to meet him!” before I knew the words were leaving my mouth.
Kesh, by the way, is my husband Takeshi. He and I had both turned 30 and had what I thought of as the perfect life. An adorable 4-year-old girl and an even more adorable 2-year-old boy, an old house that’s nicer than any tacky McMansion, but cheaper too, and so big we have two spare bedrooms. And a little house on the Outer Banks, although we went in on it with two other couples — we trade off weekends, and then occasionally we’ll all get together, and Katie usually comes along, since she’s been mooching off me her whole life.
But now I was the one who felt like the nervous, overwhelmed little girl. I was about to meet her… boyfriend. Lover? In-person sperm donor? This was all new to me, and I had no idea what to say or how to act. But we made it to the beach house — late, of course, since we had two toddlers to wrangle. The doors were unlocked and food was scattered all over the kitchen — Katie acted like she owned the place — but no one was home, so we headed down to the beach to find them, kids running on ahead.
Ray greeted us warmly, looking faintly ridiculous in a loud Hawaiian shirt and white streaks of sunscreen on his reddening skin. “Lucy! Kesh! Welcome… to your own house. I know. Great to see you. But I know I’m not the one you’re eager to see. There’s Mike and Kate.” He gestured to the water, where a very tall, very dark, very handsome man was playfully scooping my sister up in his muscular arms and tossing her into the waves.
“The baby! Careful of the baby!” she squealed, but she was laughing as she said it. My sister was very close to naked, as she usually was on the beach, as her bikini top was tiny and barely holding on, and her bottoms made it very clear she waxed. Mike, meanwhile, wore regular swim trunks, but they did nothing to interrupt the lines of his athletic frame. A big wave came, and he put one hand behind her knees and scooped her up again. For a minute, he made a show of turning his back to the wave to shield her, and then spun and threw her right into it. She came up sputtering and laughing, and the wave had ripped her top clean off. She punched him and cursed him out, but she was looking at him the way a puppy looks at you when you’re about to throw a stick.
“So, that’s the guy whose baby my wife is having,” said Ray, like he was pointing out his dentist in line at the supermarket.
“I can see why…!” Keah said. I wasn’t sure if that was rude, but Ray beamed.
“She’s going to have such a beautiful baby. And you wouldn’t believe what he does to her in bed. His cock is twice the size of mine, and my God does he know how to use it.” His gaze drifted over to his wife, clearly smitten.
I, meanwhile, was still drinking at the sight of my sister’s boyfriend. It was hard not to imagine the phallus hiding in those swim trunks. It was impossible not to look at their beautiful, almost nude bodies and imagine them having sex.
“When do I get my turn?” I blurted it out without thinking and then immediately got flustered and turned to apologize to Kesh, thinking he must be mad. But he just smiled slyly.
Before we could say anything else, the happy couple walked up out of the surf.
“Your wife lost another bathing suit! Can you believe it? So careless.” He shook his head in mock disappointment while Katie pretended to pout. He shook Kesh’s hand and hugged me and gave me a peck on the cheek, which I’m sure made me blush until I was redder than Ray’s sunburn.
“So you must be the father of my sister’s baby. Sorry, I’m not sure what to call that.”
Mike smiled warmly. “Ray’s the father. He and Kate are going to be great parents. I just helped her conceive is all.”
“Oh, so you’re a fertility specialist.”
Ray and Mike both laughed. Ray put a hand on Mike’s arm — his arm looked like a twig in comparison. “Mike was helping our relationship long before we decided to have a baby. Other married couples’ sex lives dry up after a few years, and ours is more passionate and loving than ever. It just involves one more person.”
Kesh and I shared a glance. I’m sure Ray didn’t mean anything by it, but sex between us had dwindled since my second pregnancy, and neither of us was happy about it, but one or the other of us always seemed to be too tired.
Mike smiled and said, “That’s right, I just do what I can do to help this very nice couple. Out of the goodness of my heart. Although…” he gently squeezed Kate’s bare breast, “...there are some side benefits. I mean, the satisfaction of making Ray happy, of course.”
“I’m starting to think you’re not a real fertility doctor.”
Everyone laughed, and we were interrupted by a hungry toddler. I knew two and a few months was late to still be breastfeeding, but she liked it and I liked it, and of course, Kesh liked that it made my boobs bigger and he kind of had a thing for drinking my milk. So we were alternating solid food and breast. I usually wrapped a blanket around myself and her for privacy’s sake, but if Katie had her titties out, I figured no one was going to object. And to be honest, I can’t stand for her to be the center of attention all the time.
So I’ll admit I got a little charge of satisfaction when Mike took his attention off of Kate entirely to gawk at me topless, my ******** happily nursing at one boob while a droplet of milk formed on the other’s pink nipple.
“I have to say, the women in your ****** make some cute babies!”
Katie rubbed her bare belly. “I cannot wait until that’s me! Holding our baby at my breast. Ugh. I want this pregnancy to stretch out forever so I can savor having a big swollen belly, and I also want the baby to come right now!” She made a big show of pouting.
Mike put his hands on her belly over hers. “You know, if you miss being pregnant after this one’s born, there’s an easy solution.” He slid one hand around to her ass and pulled her closer. An impressive bulge was starting to form in his trunks, and he pressed it against her gently rounded belly as he kissed her deeply.
Without looking at her husband, Kate declared, “I think Ray wants to have a big ******.”
Ray got flustered. “I—uh—I mean—let’s have this baby first before we decide anything.”
“Of course,” she said sweetly. But she looked into Mike’s eyes when she said it. I suspected she had already decided and what Ray wanted wasn’t going to factor into things.
The afternoon pretty quickly turned into a normal day at the beach. I put a bikini top on and Kate grudgingly put on a t-shirt — it wasn’t a nude beach and we were starting to get dirty looks. It wasn’t until after dinner, when the kids were tucked in bed and the alcohol started flowing that Ray started answering the questions that had been on everyone’s mind.
“We found each other online, just like any relationship these days. Ray made a post looking for someone to fuck his wife, and I’d been a bull for a few other couples, but usually, only a handful of times before they wanted to call it quits or I got tired of them. But the three of us just connected. Kate and I just have incredibly good sex, and Ray’s such a loving, supportive husband to her. Right from the start, there was no jealousy, no resentment—Katie and I love fucking, and Ray loves watching us do it.”
“That’s…” I didn’t know how to describe it. Fucked-up? Shocking? Kinda hot? “That’s one thing, but getting her pregnant?”
Ray fielded this one. “It started with a broken condom. And Kate doesn’t like the pill.”
“You know how it kills my libido, and we can’t have that!” She made a big show of kissing Mike, as Ray continued, unbothered.
“We were scared and excited that she might be pregnant… but we realized we were more excited than scared. That led to them taking risks on purpose once in a while. And we talked a lot about what would happen if she did get pregnant, and the more we talked about it, the more it just felt right. So one day I asked Mike if he’d do us the honor.”
Mike’s hand slid down to Kate’s belly. “A lot of cuckolds fantasize about breeding, but it takes a very strong couple to go through with it. It’s a very deep commitment to the lifestyle. Especially when the bull doesn’t look at all like the husband.”
“So… what will you tell people once the baby’s born?”
Kate slid onto Mike’s lap and ground her ass into him. “That he fucked me so well I begged him to put a baby in me!”
Ray ignored her and explained more calmly. “We’ll tell everyone the truth, just like we are now. We have an open relationship, Kate wanted to have her lover’s baby, I love her madly and want what she wants, so everyone’s happy.”
Kate smiled wickedly. “A lot of our friends were shocked, but then most of them came around. Some were on board immediately or were jealous and wondering whether they could handle the lifestyle. I’m so excited at the thought that Mike breeding me might inspire a few more pregnancies!”
This was a lot for me to take in. “I’m sorry — breeding? Like you’re, what, livestock?”
She shook her head like she couldn’t believe how lame her uptight sister Lucy was. “Breeding just means babymaking purely for its own sake. We’re not married, we don’t have a relationship outside the bedroom, and we’re not going to raise a child together. There’s no baggage whatsoever. When we fuck, it’s because I want to feel his cock inside me and for no other reason. And when he bred me, it was because I wanted to feel his sperm shooting in me with no protection, knowing it was going to find my egg and make my belly swell up with a baby. Raising the baby? Parenting? What do you and Takeshi do? That’s for Ray and I to do together. That’s part of our marriage. My relationship with Mike is just about pure physical pleasure, and having his baby growing in me is the best feeling I’ve ever had.
“So that’s breeding. It’s the absolute purest, most honest, most intense form of sex. It’s literally what nature put us on this Earth to do.”
I can’t say I wasn’t still shocked by what was coming out of my sister’s mouth, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling flushed. I reached for Takeshi’s hand and realized it was resting in his lap, on top of a very stiff-looking erection.
After a few more drinks, the conversation quieted down and Mike started making out with my sister. Takeshi and I weren’t sure where to look, but Ray just watched them adoringly, and we found ourselves staring at the passionate couple. Eventually, Mike slid his hand under Katie’s shirt and it was clear to see him mauling her boobs through the fabric. After a few minutes of this, she pulled her shirt over her head. Nothing we hadn’t already seen that day. Mike did the same, and I was just as enraptured by his muscular chest as I was on the beach. He sucked on her titties for a few minutes before she looked up and seemed to notice us for the first time in a while.
“Oh! I guess we should take this into the bedroom. Hope we’re not being rude, I just need Mike to fuck me right now.”
“Only right now?”
She swatted at his chest in mock annoyance. “Okay, I just need Mike to fuck me constantly.”
She got up and led him by the hand to the bedroom. The large bulge in his pants was unmistakable. Ray followed them like a puppy dog. The bulge in his pants was a lot smaller but no less obvious.
I looked at my husband and shook my head. “Can you believe all this?”
By way of an answer, he pulled me close and kissed me. He pulled my shirt off and unhooked my bra the next thing I knew, I was naked in bed, riding his dick for all I was worth. I hadn’t wanted to admit how pent-up I was after a day of watching my sister hanging all over her lover and hearing about their wild sex life, but now I felt sexual energy coursing through me.
I held back from moaning too loud, for fear the others might hear, but then I heard my sister’s voice shout, “fuck my pregnant cunt!” and all bets were off. I was moaning more loudly than I usually did, but little Katie was screaming her head off. She had an orgasm so loud I’m surprised she didn’t wake the kids. But I wasn’t thinking about them. I had my husband’s dick inside me, my finger rubbing my clit, and visions of Mike’s big, black cock splitting my sister in half. I came so hard that I felt dizzy afterward.
“I think you’re turned on by all this,” Takeshi whispered in my ear.
“Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you.” He didn’t respond, and we held each other, savoring the feeling of our naked bodies pressed together for the first time in too long. But it was only a few minutes before the quiet was interrupted by Mike and Katie starting up again. He cried out, “Oh, fuck!” and she started moaning loudly, which led to her crying out over and over, which led to another screaming orgasm. And she didn’t quiet down after, as Mike kept on fucking her through it.
Kesh grabbed my breast and put his lips up to my ear. “Do you wish that was you?”
I reached for his penis, still sticky with both of our fluids, but also fully hard again. “Do you wish that was me?” I got on my hands and knees and pulled him inside of me. I partly chose that position because we did missionary the first time and I wanted to shake things up. But to be honest, I wanted to not be able to see him, so I could imagine it was Mike, fucking me as well as he was fucking my sister.
And God, did he fuck her well. Kesh lasted longer the second time, but he came in me, withdrew, and went soft, and those two were still at it. We got to hear Kate cum again, loudly, and even then it was a few minutes before we heard a deeper voice moaning as Mike finally got off. Kesh fell asleep right after that, but I found myself gently rubbing my clit, hoping he wouldn’t notice. After about ten minutes, Mike started in on Katie yet again, and I fingered myself to an orgasm of my own, and then listened to both of them come one more time before I fell into a sound sleep.
The next two days were relatively normal, as the kids were up and about, and we did the usual beach stuff. Same as any beach house weekend, apart from my sister flirting with her boyfriend in front of her husband. But Saturday night was a repeat of Friday, with Kesh and I having good sex while listening to Katie and her bull have off-the-charts sex.
Over the next few months, we saw them often enough — as Katie’s belly grew, Ray seemed more in love with her than ever, and she and Mike still groped each other like teenagers. Our turn for the beach house came around again, and it was a repeat of the first time, with them having wild sex and us listening in. We both teased each other about wanting to hear them, watch them, and be them — but once we were there, neither of us gave the other one a hard time. We both wanted to live vicariously through the intense sex they were having and neither of us could deny it.
Especially since, after that first weekend, we found ourselves thinking and talking about their situation all the time. It started with “Can you believe it,” but it quickly went to “Lucky her, lucky him.” Even lucky Ray! We got hot and heavy listening in, watching it happen up close must be on a whole different level.
And once that was out in the open, it didn’t take long for the conversation to drift to, what if that was us? What if it was me fucking Mike, and Kesh watching? I didn’t even pretend to deny that I’d enjoy it. But would he be jealous? Would it wreck our relationship? We tried to have “serious” talks about it, but every time we did, we ended up having sex.
It remained our favorite fantasy, but just that, a fantasy. But I’ll admit we were both buzzing with excitement when the beach house came around. It was the end of the summer, and we the three couples that share the house all got together to celebrate. They were used to my sister, the mooch, tagging along and not paying for anything. And they all knew Ray. But they were a little surprised to see Mike.
“So… you’re okay… with… all of it?”
“What are you going to tell people? What are you going to tell your families? What are you going to tell the baby when it grows up?”
“How does one become a… bull, exactly?”
We just smiled through the barrage of questions our friends showered Kate Ray and Mike with. We figured it was best to just tell them Kate was bringing a friend, and let her explain. I think they went through the same mixture of shock and fascination we had, although to different degrees.
It wasn’t until late in the day that Kesh and I got a little alone time — the kids were off playing with our friends’ kids, and we had the beach house to ourselves. I was about to suggest going into the bedroom when Mike walked in.
“Hey, you said there was something you wanted to ask me?”
I had no idea what he was talking about, but Kesh smiled and walked over to him, pulling me by the hand behind him.
“We were hoping you’d be interested in fucking Lucy regularly, and then breeding her at some point.”
A wave of shock hit me. Kesh hadn’t discussed this with me at all. I mean, apart from us talking about it constantly as a fantasy. But neither of us said a word about actually going through with it. And breeding me? We hadn’t talked about pregnancy even as a fantasy, and my husband had just offered me up like I had no choice in the matter. Ray still often sounded nervous when he was talking to Mike about fucking his wife. But Takeshi was as warm and direct as if he was inviting Mike to a backyard barbecue.
I should have been furious. Except I overwhelmingly felt grateful. I had been afraid to admit to myself how much I wanted this, but dear God did I want this! Kesh and I had both been fantasizing nonstop about me fucking him. I had been fantasizing privately about having his baby, and I guess my husband had too. Was he so eager to see me bred that he didn’t care whether I was on board? Or did he just know me well enough to know that, if he asked, I would have protested, but if he simply made it happen, there’s no way I’d say no?
I had a million questions. Was Kesh going to regret this when I liked sex with Mike better than with him? We were ready for another baby? We were ready for a half-black baby? Would Katie be jealous? These questions spun around my head and then immediately flew away again. Mike was going to fuck me. Like he did with Kate. Tonight. Maybe sooner than that. I could barely form words.
“I know how much Katie enjoys… I mean… loves it when you…” I glanced over at my husband. “I mean… if you’re sure it’s okay…” I looked into Mike’s deep brown eyes, afraid I might melt into a puddle right on the spot. “I’ve been fantasizing for a long time… about… I can hear you with Katie… she tells me how good… I just want….”
Mike just smiled warmly and gently kissed me. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day I met you. And I knew it was only a matter of time before you’d want your turn. And I’m so glad your husband is on board.”
I looked at Kesh, unsure of what to say. God, I was such an embarrassing, quivering mess. But Kesh was calm and relaxed and came to my rescue. He kissed me, which felt strange as I could still feel Mike’s lips on mine. Then without a word, he gently slid my shirt over my head and unclasped my bra. I let it fall away as he pulled down my shorts and panties. I was trembling, naked, in front of my husband and the man who was about to fuck me. Kesh kissed me tenderly and said, “Go have fun.”
I squealed with joy and leaped into Mike’s arms. He scooped me up in his strong arms like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold. Then he turned back and nodded to my husband. “Hey, man, you want to watch me fuck the shit out of your wife?”
“Oh my God, yes please.”
“Well, I hope you like loose pussy, because I’m planning on stretching her out.”
“Fuck yeah. Wreck that pussy for me. I just want to watch you do it.”
I hesitated for a moment — my husband was a sweet, thoughtful man and I had never heard him talk about women so crudely, let alone me. Is that what he thought of me, deep down? Just a trashy slut who wanted her pussy wrecked by some big cock? And wasn’t that what I was? I guess we were both caught up in the same fantasy, so I couldn’t be too hurt by anything he said. But I could certainly give as good as I got.
“Show this pathetic cuck how a real man fucks. Stretch out my pussy so much he can’t even feel it anymore.” This was nonsense, of course. I had snapped back from childbirth twice, there was nothing Mike could do to me that would compare to that. But I knew it would get my husband excited.
It got Mike excited too. He tossed me onto the bed and in the time it took to spread my legs wide he had his clothes off, and the biggest fucking cock I’d ever seen was pointing right at me. Kesh was average-sized, but this had to be twice as big as his. I was a little worried it was going to hurt, and I was a little excited it was going to hurt. Any doubts I had about doing this had completely left my mind.
Mike lay on top of me, and I felt the weight of his cock pressing against my pussy. All I wanted in the world was for that thing to push its way inside me, but he just held himself against me as he kissed me. He kissed my neck, then spent a long time sucking my nipples. It was maddening. All I wanted was his cock inside of me, and he was making me wait, teasing me, driving me wild with anticipation.
I whispered, “No”, as he kissed his way down my belly and his beautiful cock slid away from my slit and down the bed. He kissed my labia and then slowly moved his tongue up and down my lips. This was usually my favorite thing in the world, but god damn it, I couldn’t take any more teasing.
“Please. My husband can do that after. Just fuck me. I can’t wait anymore.”
Mike looked up at me, but he didn’t move. He just lovingly slid his tongue across my clit. My pussy was on fire, and I knew I was going to have a hell of an orgasm soon, but I wanted to have it while he was fucking me for the first time.
“Mike, I’m begging you. I need your cock inside me, stretching out my pussy. I need you to cum deep inside me. I need you to breed me with your baby. Just don’t make me wait. Please.”
“Please.” It came out weakly this time. He knew he had me. He licked my clit again and I almost cried. Then finally, his lips were back kissing mine, and one hand was at my breast, and the other was under my ass, and then his massive, beautiful cock was sliding into me and it was the most satisfying thing I had ever felt.
For all the talk about stretching me out, I was so wet he slid in as deep as Kesh ever went in one smooth stroke. It didn’t hurt like I thought, just felt very satisfyingly full. He slid slowly out, and then slowly back in, a little deeper than before. It hurt just a little as he pushed himself deeper than any man had ever been. But it felt so fucking good. He slid halfway out, and then a little more than halfway in. Then again. Then again. It felt like every nerve ending in my pussy was being touched by his cock. Except with every stroke, he went a little deeper, discovering nerve endings that were being awakened for the first time. Every time it hurt a little more, and every time I got a little hotter. Finally, he made one powerful thrust and he was in. I cried out in pain but then found myself crying out again and again as my whole body convulsed with an orgasm like nothing I’d ever felt before.
I wanted to tell him how amazing it felt, I wanted to tell Kesh, my sister, and the whole world, but I couldn’t form words. I just gasped for breath for a second as he held himself deep inside my belly.
He gave me a second to recover, and then the real fucking began. He stretched my pussy to its limits again and again, with firm, powerful strokes, and my body reacted to everyone. I wrapped my legs around his ass. He dug his fingers into my hips and pulled me into his thrusts. I clawed at his back. He bit my breast. I howled like a cat in heat. My whole body was on fire, and my mind was overloaded with pleasure, pain, and pure lust.
For a long, glorious period, there was no one in the world but me and Mike, and nothing in the world but our two bodies pressed together, his cock exploring my willing pussy, our bodies both working towards that magical moment when he’d fill me with his seed.
And then my husband’s voice came into my head. “...and then breeding her at some point.” So matter-of-fact. Breeding her. This man who was fucking me so well was going to give me a baby. It had already been decided. He was going to flood my womb with sperm, that sperm was going to find an egg, and a new life would form inside my body. And at that moment, nothing felt more natural or right than that. My bull was going to breed me, and my belly was going to swell up with his baby.
“Cum for me,” I moaned. “Cum deep inside me. Fill my womb with your seed. Breed me hard, I want to feel your baby growing inside me.”
Mike stopped thrusting and held himself deep inside me.
“Once we do this, there’s no going back.”
I was crazed with lust, but I meant every filthy word that was coming out of my mouth.
“I don’t want to go back. My body belongs to you now. I’m your slut to do with as you please. Just keep fucking me until I’m pregnant with your baby.”
He smiled warmly and kissed me. “You’re going to look so sexy when your belly starts swelling up. Your body was made for breeding.”
“Then breed me. Over and over.”
He didn’t need a second invitation. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting hard. I wanted to beg for his cum, beg him again to breed me, but I was beyond making any words come out. I just cried and moaned, as visions filled my head of his sperm filling me, of my belly swelling. I was more turned on than I had been in my life, and the second I felt his cock jerking inside me, it triggered another orgasm, stronger than the first. My pussy and his cock spasmed in perfect unison as he shot jet after jet of sticky, white cum into my eager womb. I suddenly understood what Kate had said about this being the purest form of sex. Nothing in the world existed but our two sex organs, locked together in nature’s perfect embrace.
I floated on a cloud of bliss, wanting the moment to last forever. But eventually, he pulled out of me and rolled over beside me on the bed.
“That was the best fuck of my whole life,” I said dreamily. Mike and I kissed for a while, and I only remembered my husband existed when his head appeared between my legs, and he started licking my slit without a word. It felt nice, but after the two exhausting orgasms I had, his tongue barely registered. For one thing, I was barely capable of speech when Mike was fucking me, but I had no problem taunting my husband.
“Boy, you sure are eager to lick up Mike’s sperm. Maybe if you get every drop, he’ll leave a second helping for you!”
Kesh just moaned into my pussy. I kissed Mike some more and did my best to tease my husband. “Mike, I get it now. Why Katie loves fucking you so much. Why she wanted to have your baby. I’m sorry if I ever questioned your whole setup. I want exactly what she has. I want your beautiful cock inside me as often as possible.”
“Honey? How do you feel about me being pregnant with Mike’s baby?” I pushed Kesh’s head firmly between my legs so he couldn’t answer, just moaning as he mashed his tongue against my slit.
“I think he likes the idea!” I told Mike.
“Well, I just put a lot of sperm in your belly, and there’s more where that came from. You might be pregnant by the time you wake up tomorrow!”
I laughed. “I wish. I have to get off the pill first. Somebody didn’t give me any warning that he was having me bred.” I playfully smacked the back of Kesh’s head.
“But I’m going off the pill as soon as possible. And I want my breeding to be perfect. This means I want my pussy to be completely adjusted to having such a big cock inside it, which means I need you to stretch me out as often as possible between now and then.”
Mike shook his head, “it’s a tough job, but if that’s what it takes.”
I tapped Kesh on the head again. “Take a break. You’re not going to make me cum again, and we need to talk for a minute.” He slid up next to me on the bed. I think I could get used to this, having a man on either side of me.
“I should be mad at you, telling Mike he could breed me without asking me first. But that’s what I want now, and that’s what’s going to happen.”
“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t want it to happen. And if I didn’t know that deep down you wanted it to happen. We could keep talking and talking about it, or we could go through with it. You could always say no. But I knew you wouldn’t.”
“Well, you know what this means for you? I’m going off the pill, I want Mike’s baby, so that means I can’t take a chance on you getting me pregnant.”
“Oh, of course.”
“So here’s what’s going to happen. No more sex for you. I have three weeks until the end of my cycle, and then I want to spend a month off the pill before Mike breeds me. And it could take months to get me pregnant. However long it takes, the only thing of yours that touches my pussy is your tongue, and the only thing that touches your dick is your hand. Once I have Mike’s baby growing inside me, you can fuck me all through the pregnancy. You’re my husband, and I will always want us to have a sexual relationship. But right now, my bull comes first. Since you didn’t discuss asking Mike to breed me, I’m not discussing this with you. This is how it’s going to be, and if you don’t like it, tough shit. You’re going to sit by and watch as my bull fucks me whenever he wants to until he’s finished breeding me.”
All Kesh did was kiss me. “As long as I get to watch.”
I kissed him back, although I wrapped my hand around Mike’s semi-hard cock as I did it.
“I love you more than anyone, and I always will, even when Mike’s giving me a baby.”
“But you’re going to enjoy—”
“Oh, fuck yes.”
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So that’s how our lives completely changed. Mike fucked me constantly for the rest of that vacation, and there was no hiding it from our friends. Susan and Tom, the more conservative couple in the group, didn’t try and hide their disapproval. But Carrie flat-out told me she was jealous, and while her husband Rafael didn’t say anything, he couldn’t take his eyes off of me and Mike together. And I have to admit, I couldn’t resist putting on a show. When we weren’t fucking, I still found myself hanging off of him like a schoolgirl, kissing him, or letting him fondle my breasts or squeeze my ass, no matter who was looking. I was partly testing both Kesh and Katie, to see if either would get jealous, but both of them just seemed happy that I was enjoying myself.
And when the weekend was over, I kept on enjoying myself. I didn’t see Mike as often as I wanted to, given he was still fucking my sister, and had a life of his own when he wasn’t a bull. Generally, he’d spend Friday night with Kate and Ray, then come over to our place Saturday morning. (I think he liked the idea of fucking me while his dick was still wet from fucking my sister) We’d fuck once or twice while Kesh watched, and then the three of us would spend the afternoon together. One Saturday we had a picnic in the park, and I sunbathed topless and made out with my bull while my husband chased the kids around the playground.
And Saturday nights, he’d take a long time fucking me, always more than once, sometimes three times, until I fell asleep in his muscular arms. We’d have one last fuck in the morning, and then part ways, which was always the hardest part of my week. Sometimes he’d stop by on a weeknight for a quickie, but he didn’t stay over.
After three weeks, we celebrated as I flushed my pills down the toilet. We spent all day and all night in bed, my bull putting load after load of sperm as deep inside me as possible, while my husband sprayed his uselessly across my chest or my belly. I wouldn’t be fertile that quickly, but we all enjoyed the symbolism.
I did intend to make Mike use condoms for the month when I was off the pill but not ready to breed yet, but I couldn’t bring myself to cover up that beautiful cock. Instead, he pulled out and shot his load across my belly or my ass. He produced so much more cum than my husband did, a fact that wasn’t lost on Kesh. Every time, I imagined the white sticky ropes of sperm coating my insides, racing to find an egg. I didn’t have to wait long for that fantasy to become a reality. Usually with my husband, I cleaned myself up right after sex, but I found myself laying in bed or even walking around the house with Mike’s cum all over me. Partly to show myself off to Takeshi and wind him up, and partly because I just liked the feeling.
And to think just a few months earlier I was a boring work-at-home mom who spent most of my nights falling asleep in front of Netflix. Now after the kids were in bed, I was either having adulterous bareback sex or teasing my husband about another man getting me pregnant until he came all over himself from excitement. And it wasn’t hard to explain to the kids why Mike kept coming around. Kesh’s sister was a lesbian, so the kids already knew that she and her wife had a man to help them have a baby. So we just told them Mike was helping Mommy have another baby. They both thanked him for help, which I for one thought was very sweet.
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My hands shook as Kate laced up my dress in the back. It was Kesh’s idea for me to wear my wedding dress — the first time he and I started trying for a baby was on our wedding night, and he liked the symbolism. I had given myself to him forever on that day, and now I was giving myself to another man. My body, anyway. My heart still belonged to Kesh, who I loved more than ever. But tonight another man would be stripping this dress from me, consummating the relationship between bride and bull, and filling my womb with sperm in the hopes of creating a new life.
I think I was even more nervous than I had been on my actual wedding day. That day I had the love and support of my entire ******, all my friends — who knows what my relationships with any of them would be like when I gave birth to a baby that wasn’t my husband’s.
My sister, at least, understood all too well. Her dress clung to every curve, as her belly started to swell with her adulterous baby. She didn’t have an ounce of jealousy that her bull was now set to impregnate me. Her satisfaction in dragging me down the same degenerate road she was on overrode any other concerns.
Mike and I had only been fucking for two months when he threw away my birth control. Just like Kesh giving me to him, he didn’t ask, he just decided that’s what was happening. He was in the bathroom after we had fucked, while I stayed in bed savoring the sore pussy he had given me, and Kesh was still slumped in a chair in the corner, cum dribbling down his balls from jerking off while he watched us. When Mike walked back in, he had taken my pills from the medicine cabinet.
He held a plastic circle in each hand. One had three pills left — it was almost time for my period. The other was next month’s. Without a word, he started punching out the pills from the full set. I just watched, stunned, as one by one they fell into his open hand. He tossed me the months.
“Finish taking these, and then you’re done with the pill. I’m going to breed you.”
My heart stopped. He stated it firmly and matter-of-fact as if I didn’t have a say. Did I even want to have a say? My mind raced with reasons why I should say no, but my body betrayed me. I was getting wet again just thinking about Mike impregnating me. I couldn’t lie to myself about what I wanted.
So six weeks later, the pill was out of my system, and I stood trembling before my bull, my husband, my pregnant sister and her cuckold husband, and Carrie and Rafael — it was their week for the beach house and they insisted on hosting. They all knew what was about to happen, I guess there was no reason to hide anything from them.
To my surprise, everyone else was dressed up, as if this was my wedding. Mike took my hand and we stood flanked by Takeshi and Kate, as the best man and matron of honor. Ray took the place of the minister.
“In times of old, when women were expected to be virgins on their wedding day — even if few of them were — when a woman stood in front of her ****** and friends and exchanged vows, she was also silently announcing to everyone that by the end of that day, she was going to be deflowered and possibly impregnated by her husband. Whatever ceremony surrounded it, that’s what a wedding was truly about.
“So we are gathered here today for a different kind of ceremony, with the same message. Today, Lucy is at her peak fertility, not on any birth control, and her bull is going to fill her womb with his sperm, in the hopes of making a baby. Takeshi will enjoy something few men get to experience — watching another man impregnate his wife. I can tell you from experience,” he fondly rubbed Kate’s round belly, ”it’s a sight you’ll never forget.”
Ray smiled warmly and took one last look at our mock ceremony. “Michael, do you promise to take this woman, again and again, putting load after load of sperm into her womb, until she’s pregnant with your child?”
Mike squeezed my hand and I felt a jolt of electricity. “Of course. I can’t wait to make your belly swell.”
“Takeshi, do you give away the bride, to be impregnated by another man, with a child that you will raise as your own?”
Takeshi held my other hand. This was all starting to feel very real. “I do. Lucy, I love you, and I know breeding with Mike is going to make you very happy. And I can’t wait to watch every minute. He’s going to give you a beautiful baby.”
My husband kissed me and held me close for a minute. I wondered if he could hear my heart pounding in my chest. Ray gave us a moment and then turned to me.
“And Lucy, do you take this man, your bull, to be the father of your child? Will you give your body to him completely, fertile and unprotected, to flood your womb with his seed and create a new life inside of you as nature intended?”
My pussy was already soaked at the thought of it. “Oh my God fuck yes. I mean, yes, yes, I do.” I threw my arms around Mike and kissed him, practically wrapping myself around his muscular body.
“Then by the power vested in me by your cuckold husband, you may now breed the bride.”
I was dimly aware of other people in the room, but I was hyper-aware of the man who was about to impregnate me. His hands ran down my body. Sliding under my dress to squeeze my ass. Sliding a finger between my legs to feel my sopping wet pussy. I slid my hands down Mike’s pants, and his cock was as big and hard as I’d ever felt it. He placed his hand over mine and made me stroke him up and down. Then he unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper.
“Get me ready, so I can breed you.”
He pulled down his pants to reveal his remarkable tool to the whole room. Most of them had seen it anyway. He was ready as any man had ever been, but without hesitation, I got on my knees and took him in my mouth. I knew my friends, my sister, and my husband were all watching, and I didn’t care. I wanted them to see. This was exactly who I was, an adulterous slut worshiping her bull’s cock. Trembling in anticipation for the moment when it would be inside me without protection for the first time.
As I lovingly slobbered all over his cock, Mike quickly shed his clothes, his trim, muscular body already glistening with sweat in anticipation. Katie moved to help me with my dress, but I waved her off. “I want him to fuck me in my wedding dress.” Even my husband didn’t get to do that. The dress was delicate — backless, with only a flimsy ribbon of a halter, and a lace pattern that wasn’t backed by the usual sheer material and instead exposed bare skin here, there, and everywhere. Kesh called it the sexiest thing he had ever seen, but it was so flimsily held together I spent the whole reception worried I was going to slip right off of my body, and I took it off with the utmost care on our wedding night before I let him touch me.
Tonight was different. I didn’t care about the dress, I didn’t care about people watching, the only thing in the world that mattered was the intense fucking I was about to get, and the baby my bull was going to plant inside my belly.
I ran my tongue around his balls, hoping they were making an extra big load of sperm. I slowly licked the remarkable length of his shaft, until I took his cockhead in my mouth. I let a mouthful of saliva out, completely coating him. Then I stood up and wrapped myself around his naked body.
“I can’t wait for another second. I need you to fuck a baby into me.”
My bull scooped me up in his arms and carried me away. “The bridal suite is right this way, madam.” My bull gave my husband a wink as he carried his blushing bride over the threshold. The bed had been made up with pure white sheets for the occasion, to match my dress. Mike tossed me onto the bed, and as soon as my back hit the sheets I spread my legs as wide as I could.
“Fill me up with your big cock! Show my husband who my body belongs to.”
Mike was on top of me in a flash, and I could feel the warmth of his rigid tool pressed against the folds of my pussy.
“All the sex we had before now? That didn’t count. That was just some harmless fun. Now, we’re fucking for real. The way nature intended. My sperm, flooding your womb, attacking one of your eggs, making a new life inside your body.”
My heart was pounding in my chest. “Yessss,” I managed to moan. “I’ve wanted you to breed me since the day I met you. I can’t wait another night, I want your baby inside me.”
He slid his thick cock into me, and I swear it felt different than all the other times. Every nerve in my pussy was on fire, and I swore I could feel every ridge and vein on his beautiful cock, every inch as he slid deeper into me than my husband ever would. I looked into Takeshi’s eyes and begged Mike to fuck me, to cum in me, to breed me.
For those first few minutes, I was hyper-aware of my husband watching. And my sister, and her husband, and our friends. But after a while, they all faded into the background and all that existed in the world was my bull. There was no point in counting how many times I came, I was just on one continuous sexual high. The entire past six months had been foreplay — one long, steady buildup to this moment — and now we were finally approaching the climax. My lover impregnated me in front of my husband. If anyone reading has ever been bred by a bull, you understand that there’s no more intense feeling in the world.
Years later, I can still remember every single sensation of breeding with Mike for the first time. My hands are on his ass, pulling him deeper inside me. Our legs intertwined as he pistoned his body against mine again and again. His lips on my lips, my neck, my nipples. His teeth were on my breasts, marking me with hickeys so I’d have a reminder of our mating that would take days to fade. My wedding dress was plastered to my body with sweat, fabric ripping here and there every time Mike wanted to expose more of my breasts or my ass.
But mostly, I remember my pussy, and his cock, joined together as nature intended. Every nerve ending was on fire, I swore I could feel every inch of him as my insides clung to him more tightly than I ever had with anyone. My clit throbbed like it was going to explode. My heart felt like it was going to burst. My bull was about to give me a baby.
I felt his teeth against my neck, as he bit me like a stallion marking his mare as he breeds her. The intense pleasure and pain, the knowledge that he owned my body completely, sent me over the edge, and I came so hard I nearly passed out, screaming my head off the whole time. At some point through the sexual frenzy that had taken hold of me, I felt his magnificent cock swelling, jerking inside of me, filling me with his seed, and planting his baby inside of my belly. I had a second orgasm before I was even finished with the first. The two of us kept coming in unison for an endless moment, Mike shooting jet after jet of sperm into me, my body convulsing under his, never wanting it to stop, never wanting that perfect moment to end.
I choose to believe that was the moment when our baby was conceived, but it could have been any time over the next week, as Mike and I fucked constantly. He never even went soft after that first time, he just held his hard cock firmly in my pussy, trapping his sperm inside, kissing me, and telling me how sexy I was until his hips started moving again and I started begging for more. I came twice more before he added a second load of sperm to the first. He eventually withdrew and we held each other for a while, stopping only so Kesh could peel my tattered wedding dress off of me and then lick my pussy clean, while Katie sucked Mike’s sticky, wet cock until he was hard again. I didn’t feel a moment’s jealousy at seeing Katie with my bull. I just drank in the sight of her nude body, belly, and breasts swollen with our bull’s baby, and couldn’t wait until I looked like that.
When Mike was hard again, I got on top, and he was starting to tire, so he lasted a long time. I rode him for thirty minutes and two more orgasms, and he was nowhere close to cumming himself. So I told him to fuck me hard and put a baby in me, and he did just that, flipping me on my hands and knees and slamming his dick into me while his fingernails dug into my hips. I was too worn out to cum at that point, but I was on a sexual high, just screaming my head off as he pounded into me. I felt a sting as he slapped my ass, hard. Then again, and again, and again. Then all over again on the other side. It hurt, but I welcomed every blow. My bull was dominating me, taking control of my body, and that was exactly what I needed. My ass cheeks were burning and my pussy was on fire when he finally cried out and sent another torrent of sperm into me.
Mike withdrew and excused himself to go piss. A long moment later, I opened my eyes and only then remembered that my husband had been watching the whole time. He still had his dick in his hand, a white trickle of sperm running down the shaft and over his fingers.
I was too exhausted to stand up, but I rolled onto my side and ran my hands across my red, raw ass.
“Do you like what my bull did to me?” I teased. Kesh leaned in and gently kissed both cheeks. I rolled over and displayed the bruises blossoming on my breasts. “You’d better kiss these too.”
He obliged, and then whispered in my ear, “Are you okay, Lu?”
I smiled at him dreamily. “I am happier than I’ve ever been in my life. I’m so glad you asked Mike to breed me.”
He still looked a little concerned. “But, like, are you hurt? He’s never been this rough before.”
I squeezed my breasts, wincing a little at the bruises. “He owns my body now, not me, and not you. He can do whatever he wants from me. Yes, it hurts, but in a very satisfying way. I love when my pussy is sore after he fucks me, and this is just more of the same feeling.”
“I just didn’t realize you liked it so rough.”
“Not with you. Only with him.” I saw a mixture of emotions pass over Takeshi’s face. “When you and I make love again, it will be on my terms. If I want you, you’ll be eager. If I don’t, you’ll be patient. If I want you to lick my asshole, you’ll tell me how good it tastes. If I want you to use condoms so my pussy only feels like a real man’s sperm, you’ll thank me. You wanted to be a cuckold, you’re getting what you wanted.
“But when my bull fucks me, it’s on his terms. When he wants pussy, I’ll spread my legs for him anytime, anywhere, no matter who’s around. If he wants to breed me again, he’ll be the one to decide how many babies you and I have, not me, and not you. And if you want to father any more children, it won’t be with me. You can cum in me all you want when I’m pregnant. After that, it’s either condoms or a vasectomy.”
Kesh’s eyes were wide, but his little pecker was getting stiff, and he quietly nodded in agreement.
“That’s not all. If he wants me fucking other men, I’ll spread my legs for them too. If he wants me all to himself, I won’t touch another man, not even you. And when I say he owns my body, that’s not just hickies and bruises. If he wants any part of me pierced, tattooed, or shaved… that’s up to him. I’m never going to say no to him as long as he’s my bull and I’m his slut.”
Kesh’s little dick was standing straight at attention.
“Well that does give me a few ideas…” Mike’s deep voice filled the room and we realized he had been standing in the doorway listening to the whole thing. “...but for now, we’re devoting this honeymoon to breeding. Everything else can wait.”
He put his hand on Takeshi’s shoulder, both men trying not to look down at each other’s equipment—Mike was still soft and still about as big as my husband’s stiffy. “I cannot tell you how much I enjoy fucking your wife. She and I are going to make beautiful babies for you.”
“Thank you.” Kesh’s voice wavered, but he said it without hesitation. “You’re making her incredibly happy.” He paused for a long moment before adding, “And me.”
Mike smiled. “Well, that’s why I’m here. Now go clean up your wife’s pussy before I can fuck her again.”
Gobs of Mike’s sperm were leaking out of me at this point, but if Kesh was embarrassed at licking it up in front of him, he didn’t show any signs. His tongue caressed me more lovingly than he had in ages. Mike cupped one of my boobs in his hand and began sucking milk from my nipple.
Eventually, I told my husband, “You’re not going to make me cum. And I need my bull to fuck me some more.”
He obligingly withdrew, and Mike was quickly inside me. We were both tired, so we fucked slowly and gently, with no urgency for either of us to get off again, just enjoying the feeling of our bodies locked together. I thought I was too tired to come again, but after a good forty minutes of slow, steady missionary, I started to build up a head of steam, and Mike pushed me over the edge, moaning and babbling about how I wanted him to breed me.
He whispered in my ear. “Do you want me to go hard again so I cum fast, or do you want to keep it nice and slow?”
“Nice and slow,” I murmured. “Keep your beautiful cock inside me forever.”
He rolled me onto my side and we lay there spooning, his hand guiding my hip, his cock lazily sawing in and out of me. I was perfectly content. I even drifted off into sleep a few times, always waking up to feel him still moving inside me. Finally, I heard him quietly say in my ear, “Okay, here it comes.” He didn’t cry out this time, just panted heavily as his cock jerked inside me and painted my insides with more potent sperm.
I had always heard that the longer a man stays hard, the bigger the climax when it happens, and after a good 90 minutes of lazy fucking, I could feel semen just pouring out of him. I welcomed every drop of it, soaking into my womb, searching for an egg, our bodies doing exactly what they were made for. We both fell into a blissful sleep, his softening cock still lodged inside me, making sure none of his precious sperm escaped.
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I woke up looking into the eyes of my husband. It took me a minute to realize the dick inside me wasn’t his. He had gotten into bed with us, and both my husband and my lover were holding me close. He kissed me and said, “How do you feel?”
I thought about all the possible answers to that question. Sore, satisfied, horny, loved, supported, lusted after. But I knew the answer that meant the most to both of us.
“Pregnant.”
He kissed me again. “You can already tell?”
“Just a feeling I have. But if I’m not now, I will be soon. If you have any doubts about me having another man’s baby, there’s no going back now. My bull’s baby is probably already growing inside me, and when it’s born, the whole world is going to know it’s not yours. Your ******, your friends, your coworkers, they’re all going to know another man fucked me better than you ever could, and I begged him to give me a baby. And you begged him too.”
“I don’t know if I begged…” He started to smile, but then his expression turned serious. He looked past me at Mike, still holding me from behind. “But I would. I want this as badly as you do. Some men would be ashamed that their wives got pregnant by another man. I’ll proudly tell everyone. I’m thankful every day that I have an incredibly sexy, uninhibited wife who lives out our deepest fantasies. And I’m thankful that she’s found such a wonderful man to keep her satisfied. So give her what she needs. Make her belly swell up for me.”
Kesh kissed me just as Mike slid his hard cock into me. My pussy was sore from the workout it had gotten the night before, but everything my husband said had gotten me wet again, so while my bull’s cock stretched me to the fullest, I was feeling no pain. Quite the opposite.
So it went for the rest of the week. Practically all I did was eat, sleep, and fuck, with the occasional shower. If my pussy wasn’t full of Mike’s cock, it was probably being attended to by Kesh’s tongue. I laid out the tattered scraps of my wedding dress on the bed during one of the rare moments we weren’t using it. It had been very special to me, of course. But in its current state, I liked it even more. It was a metaphor — the vows I had taken to be faithful to my husband had been eagerly torn apart, soaked in sweat and sperm, and would never go back to the way they were. And my husband and I were both happier this way.
I stayed naked the whole time, even through a couple of trips to the beach. Katie and Ray, Carrie and Raf, stayed dressed like regular people, but it felt completely normal to be naked in front of them, even to fuck in front of them. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.
And as my belly started swelling up with his baby, that felt like the most natural thing in the world too. Kesh and I eagerly told people the baby wasn’t his. (Katie already being pregnant by Mike made it a lot easier. Mom just shrugged and said, “You too? I can’t wait to see the baby, but I’ll never understand these husbands of yours.”) Carrie didn’t even wait a month to take her turn—when Mike was taking a rare break from breeding me, Rafael announced that his wife was ovulating in three weeks, and he’d never forgive Mike if he didn’t come back to the cabin and put a baby in her. Mike made a joke about needing to recover from the workout I’d given him, but we were all there three weeks later to watch Carrie get bred.
It took all the restraint I had, but I waited until then to take the pregnancy test, pissing on the stick in front of everyone. They cheered as I held up the two lines, and Raf and Carrie were even more eager for Mike to put a baby in her. Katie had started a trend, and we wondered aloud who would be next.
Only a month after that, my sister gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, and looking at his dark skin and curly hair against Ray’s pasty complexion, it hit home all over again how different my baby was going to look from my other children. Kesh and I would spend our whole lives explaining to people that, yes, I let another man get me pregnant, and yes, he wanted it to happen. But that was part of the fantasy for both of us. My bull didn’t just fuck me, didn’t just impregnate me, he had changed both of our lives forever. No one would ever see us as a respectable, upper-middle-class married couple again, only as a pathetic cuckold and a dirty slut.
We both relished our new roles. When I went into labor, we didn’t tell the hospital staff Kesh wasn’t the father, just so they could be shocked when the baby was born. Then they were even more shocked when we laughed it off and told them he had asked another man to get me pregnant.
Carrie visited us in the hospital, stomach bulging out obscenely. So did Kate, casually opening her shirt to breastfeed as I did the same in the hospital bed. Mike was beaming, looking from one of his children to the next, and the three women who had given themselves over to him so completely.
I knew my little sister was the wild child in the ******, I’d even go so far as to call her slutty. But this was beyond anything I had even imagined in my tame fantasies. She had been fucking other men for their whole relationship, with Ray’s approval. He just liked to watch. She pulled a train on her honeymoon while he filmed the whole thing for posterity. And of all the men who fucked his wife, he had a favorite, who he invited to make her pregnant.
And he had. By the time Kate told the ******, she was already three months along. (It’s a common superstition not to announce until then, as by that point it’s not a false positive and you’re past the highest risk of miscarriage. And by three months, it feels real.) Mom and *** needed a *lot* of calming down. But Kate was so nonchalant about the whole thing as if couples did this all the time, and of course, her husband wanted her to have good sex, and of course, he wanted a smart, athletic man to father her babies, and what was surprising about any of that?
She was so matter-of-fact that through some miracle, it started to feel normal, even to our parents. Even to me. To the point where, when Kesh and I invited Kate and Ray to our beach house for the weekend, and she asked if Mike could come too, I said, “Of course! I want to meet him!” before I knew the words were leaving my mouth.
Kesh, by the way, is my husband Takeshi. He and I had both turned 30 and had what I thought of as the perfect life. An adorable 4-year-old girl and an even more adorable 2-year-old boy, an old house that’s nicer than any tacky McMansion, but cheaper too, and so big we have two spare bedrooms. And a little house on the Outer Banks, although we went in on it with two other couples — we trade off weekends, and then occasionally we’ll all get together, and Katie usually comes along, since she’s been mooching off me her whole life.
But now I was the one who felt like the nervous, overwhelmed little girl. I was about to meet her… boyfriend. Lover? In-person sperm donor? This was all new to me, and I had no idea what to say or how to act. But we made it to the beach house — late, of course, since we had two toddlers to wrangle. The doors were unlocked and food was scattered all over the kitchen — Katie acted like she owned the place — but no one was home, so we headed down to the beach to find them, kids running on ahead.
Ray greeted us warmly, looking faintly ridiculous in a loud Hawaiian shirt and white streaks of sunscreen on his reddening skin. “Lucy! Kesh! Welcome… to your own house. I know. Great to see you. But I know I’m not the one you’re eager to see. There’s Mike and Kate.” He gestured to the water, where a very tall, very dark, very handsome man was playfully scooping my sister up in his muscular arms and tossing her into the waves.
“The baby! Careful of the baby!” she squealed, but she was laughing as she said it. My sister was very close to naked, as she usually was on the beach, as her bikini top was tiny and barely holding on, and her bottoms made it very clear she waxed. Mike, meanwhile, wore regular swim trunks, but they did nothing to interrupt the lines of his athletic frame. A big wave came, and he put one hand behind her knees and scooped her up again. For a minute, he made a show of turning his back to the wave to shield her, and then spun and threw her right into it. She came up sputtering and laughing, and the wave had ripped her top clean off. She punched him and cursed him out, but she was looking at him the way a puppy looks at you when you’re about to throw a stick.
“So, that’s the guy whose baby my wife is having,” said Ray, like he was pointing out his dentist in line at the supermarket.
“I can see why…!” Keah said. I wasn’t sure if that was rude, but Ray beamed.
“She’s going to have such a beautiful baby. And you wouldn’t believe what he does to her in bed. His cock is twice the size of mine, and my God does he know how to use it.” His gaze drifted over to his wife, clearly smitten.
I, meanwhile, was still drinking at the sight of my sister’s boyfriend. It was hard not to imagine the phallus hiding in those swim trunks. It was impossible not to look at their beautiful, almost nude bodies and imagine them having sex.
“When do I get my turn?” I blurted it out without thinking and then immediately got flustered and turned to apologize to Kesh, thinking he must be mad. But he just smiled slyly.
Before we could say anything else, the happy couple walked up out of the surf.
“Your wife lost another bathing suit! Can you believe it? So careless.” He shook his head in mock disappointment while Katie pretended to pout. He shook Kesh’s hand and hugged me and gave me a peck on the cheek, which I’m sure made me blush until I was redder than Ray’s sunburn.
“So you must be the father of my sister’s baby. Sorry, I’m not sure what to call that.”
Mike smiled warmly. “Ray’s the father. He and Kate are going to be great parents. I just helped her conceive is all.”
“Oh, so you’re a fertility specialist.”
Ray and Mike both laughed. Ray put a hand on Mike’s arm — his arm looked like a twig in comparison. “Mike was helping our relationship long before we decided to have a baby. Other married couples’ sex lives dry up after a few years, and ours is more passionate and loving than ever. It just involves one more person.”
Kesh and I shared a glance. I’m sure Ray didn’t mean anything by it, but sex between us had dwindled since my second pregnancy, and neither of us was happy about it, but one or the other of us always seemed to be too tired.
Mike smiled and said, “That’s right, I just do what I can do to help this very nice couple. Out of the goodness of my heart. Although…” he gently squeezed Kate’s bare breast, “...there are some side benefits. I mean, the satisfaction of making Ray happy, of course.”
“I’m starting to think you’re not a real fertility doctor.”
Everyone laughed, and we were interrupted by a hungry toddler. I knew two and a few months was late to still be breastfeeding, but she liked it and I liked it, and of course, Kesh liked that it made my boobs bigger and he kind of had a thing for drinking my milk. So we were alternating solid food and breast. I usually wrapped a blanket around myself and her for privacy’s sake, but if Katie had her titties out, I figured no one was going to object. And to be honest, I can’t stand for her to be the center of attention all the time.
So I’ll admit I got a little charge of satisfaction when Mike took his attention off of Kate entirely to gawk at me topless, my ******** happily nursing at one boob while a droplet of milk formed on the other’s pink nipple.
“I have to say, the women in your ****** make some cute babies!”
Katie rubbed her bare belly. “I cannot wait until that’s me! Holding our baby at my breast. Ugh. I want this pregnancy to stretch out forever so I can savor having a big swollen belly, and I also want the baby to come right now!” She made a big show of pouting.
Mike put his hands on her belly over hers. “You know, if you miss being pregnant after this one’s born, there’s an easy solution.” He slid one hand around to her ass and pulled her closer. An impressive bulge was starting to form in his trunks, and he pressed it against her gently rounded belly as he kissed her deeply.
Without looking at her husband, Kate declared, “I think Ray wants to have a big ******.”
Ray got flustered. “I—uh—I mean—let’s have this baby first before we decide anything.”
“Of course,” she said sweetly. But she looked into Mike’s eyes when she said it. I suspected she had already decided and what Ray wanted wasn’t going to factor into things.
The afternoon pretty quickly turned into a normal day at the beach. I put a bikini top on and Kate grudgingly put on a t-shirt — it wasn’t a nude beach and we were starting to get dirty looks. It wasn’t until after dinner, when the kids were tucked in bed and the alcohol started flowing that Ray started answering the questions that had been on everyone’s mind.
“We found each other online, just like any relationship these days. Ray made a post looking for someone to fuck his wife, and I’d been a bull for a few other couples, but usually, only a handful of times before they wanted to call it quits or I got tired of them. But the three of us just connected. Kate and I just have incredibly good sex, and Ray’s such a loving, supportive husband to her. Right from the start, there was no jealousy, no resentment—Katie and I love fucking, and Ray loves watching us do it.”
“That’s…” I didn’t know how to describe it. Fucked-up? Shocking? Kinda hot? “That’s one thing, but getting her pregnant?”
Ray fielded this one. “It started with a broken condom. And Kate doesn’t like the pill.”
“You know how it kills my libido, and we can’t have that!” She made a big show of kissing Mike, as Ray continued, unbothered.
“We were scared and excited that she might be pregnant… but we realized we were more excited than scared. That led to them taking risks on purpose once in a while. And we talked a lot about what would happen if she did get pregnant, and the more we talked about it, the more it just felt right. So one day I asked Mike if he’d do us the honor.”
Mike’s hand slid down to Kate’s belly. “A lot of cuckolds fantasize about breeding, but it takes a very strong couple to go through with it. It’s a very deep commitment to the lifestyle. Especially when the bull doesn’t look at all like the husband.”
“So… what will you tell people once the baby’s born?”
Kate slid onto Mike’s lap and ground her ass into him. “That he fucked me so well I begged him to put a baby in me!”
Ray ignored her and explained more calmly. “We’ll tell everyone the truth, just like we are now. We have an open relationship, Kate wanted to have her lover’s baby, I love her madly and want what she wants, so everyone’s happy.”
Kate smiled wickedly. “A lot of our friends were shocked, but then most of them came around. Some were on board immediately or were jealous and wondering whether they could handle the lifestyle. I’m so excited at the thought that Mike breeding me might inspire a few more pregnancies!”
This was a lot for me to take in. “I’m sorry — breeding? Like you’re, what, livestock?”
She shook her head like she couldn’t believe how lame her uptight sister Lucy was. “Breeding just means babymaking purely for its own sake. We’re not married, we don’t have a relationship outside the bedroom, and we’re not going to raise a child together. There’s no baggage whatsoever. When we fuck, it’s because I want to feel his cock inside me and for no other reason. And when he bred me, it was because I wanted to feel his sperm shooting in me with no protection, knowing it was going to find my egg and make my belly swell up with a baby. Raising the baby? Parenting? What do you and Takeshi do? That’s for Ray and I to do together. That’s part of our marriage. My relationship with Mike is just about pure physical pleasure, and having his baby growing in me is the best feeling I’ve ever had.
“So that’s breeding. It’s the absolute purest, most honest, most intense form of sex. It’s literally what nature put us on this Earth to do.”
I can’t say I wasn’t still shocked by what was coming out of my sister’s mouth, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling flushed. I reached for Takeshi’s hand and realized it was resting in his lap, on top of a very stiff-looking erection.
After a few more drinks, the conversation quieted down and Mike started making out with my sister. Takeshi and I weren’t sure where to look, but Ray just watched them adoringly, and we found ourselves staring at the passionate couple. Eventually, Mike slid his hand under Katie’s shirt and it was clear to see him mauling her boobs through the fabric. After a few minutes of this, she pulled her shirt over her head. Nothing we hadn’t already seen that day. Mike did the same, and I was just as enraptured by his muscular chest as I was on the beach. He sucked on her titties for a few minutes before she looked up and seemed to notice us for the first time in a while.
“Oh! I guess we should take this into the bedroom. Hope we’re not being rude, I just need Mike to fuck me right now.”
“Only right now?”
She swatted at his chest in mock annoyance. “Okay, I just need Mike to fuck me constantly.”
She got up and led him by the hand to the bedroom. The large bulge in his pants was unmistakable. Ray followed them like a puppy dog. The bulge in his pants was a lot smaller but no less obvious.
I looked at my husband and shook my head. “Can you believe all this?”
By way of an answer, he pulled me close and kissed me. He pulled my shirt off and unhooked my bra the next thing I knew, I was naked in bed, riding his dick for all I was worth. I hadn’t wanted to admit how pent-up I was after a day of watching my sister hanging all over her lover and hearing about their wild sex life, but now I felt sexual energy coursing through me.
I held back from moaning too loud, for fear the others might hear, but then I heard my sister’s voice shout, “fuck my pregnant cunt!” and all bets were off. I was moaning more loudly than I usually did, but little Katie was screaming her head off. She had an orgasm so loud I’m surprised she didn’t wake the kids. But I wasn’t thinking about them. I had my husband’s dick inside me, my finger rubbing my clit, and visions of Mike’s big, black cock splitting my sister in half. I came so hard that I felt dizzy afterward.
“I think you’re turned on by all this,” Takeshi whispered in my ear.
“Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you.” He didn’t respond, and we held each other, savoring the feeling of our naked bodies pressed together for the first time in too long. But it was only a few minutes before the quiet was interrupted by Mike and Katie starting up again. He cried out, “Oh, fuck!” and she started moaning loudly, which led to her crying out over and over, which led to another screaming orgasm. And she didn’t quiet down after, as Mike kept on fucking her through it.
Kesh grabbed my breast and put his lips up to my ear. “Do you wish that was you?”
I reached for his penis, still sticky with both of our fluids, but also fully hard again. “Do you wish that was me?” I got on my hands and knees and pulled him inside of me. I partly chose that position because we did missionary the first time and I wanted to shake things up. But to be honest, I wanted to not be able to see him, so I could imagine it was Mike, fucking me as well as he was fucking my sister.
And God, did he fuck her well. Kesh lasted longer the second time, but he came in me, withdrew, and went soft, and those two were still at it. We got to hear Kate cum again, loudly, and even then it was a few minutes before we heard a deeper voice moaning as Mike finally got off. Kesh fell asleep right after that, but I found myself gently rubbing my clit, hoping he wouldn’t notice. After about ten minutes, Mike started in on Katie yet again, and I fingered myself to an orgasm of my own, and then listened to both of them come one more time before I fell into a sound sleep.
The next two days were relatively normal, as the kids were up and about, and we did the usual beach stuff. Same as any beach house weekend, apart from my sister flirting with her boyfriend in front of her husband. But Saturday night was a repeat of Friday, with Kesh and I having good sex while listening to Katie and her bull have off-the-charts sex.
Over the next few months, we saw them often enough — as Katie’s belly grew, Ray seemed more in love with her than ever, and she and Mike still groped each other like teenagers. Our turn for the beach house came around again, and it was a repeat of the first time, with them having wild sex and us listening in. We both teased each other about wanting to hear them, watch them, and be them — but once we were there, neither of us gave the other one a hard time. We both wanted to live vicariously through the intense sex they were having and neither of us could deny it.
Especially since, after that first weekend, we found ourselves thinking and talking about their situation all the time. It started with “Can you believe it,” but it quickly went to “Lucky her, lucky him.” Even lucky Ray! We got hot and heavy listening in, watching it happen up close must be on a whole different level.
And once that was out in the open, it didn’t take long for the conversation to drift to, what if that was us? What if it was me fucking Mike, and Kesh watching? I didn’t even pretend to deny that I’d enjoy it. But would he be jealous? Would it wreck our relationship? We tried to have “serious” talks about it, but every time we did, we ended up having sex.
It remained our favorite fantasy, but just that, a fantasy. But I’ll admit we were both buzzing with excitement when the beach house came around. It was the end of the summer, and we the three couples that share the house all got together to celebrate. They were used to my sister, the mooch, tagging along and not paying for anything. And they all knew Ray. But they were a little surprised to see Mike.
“So… you’re okay… with… all of it?”
“What are you going to tell people? What are you going to tell your families? What are you going to tell the baby when it grows up?”
“How does one become a… bull, exactly?”
We just smiled through the barrage of questions our friends showered Kate Ray and Mike with. We figured it was best to just tell them Kate was bringing a friend, and let her explain. I think they went through the same mixture of shock and fascination we had, although to different degrees.
It wasn’t until late in the day that Kesh and I got a little alone time — the kids were off playing with our friends’ kids, and we had the beach house to ourselves. I was about to suggest going into the bedroom when Mike walked in.
“Hey, you said there was something you wanted to ask me?”
I had no idea what he was talking about, but Kesh smiled and walked over to him, pulling me by the hand behind him.
“We were hoping you’d be interested in fucking Lucy regularly, and then breeding her at some point.”
A wave of shock hit me. Kesh hadn’t discussed this with me at all. I mean, apart from us talking about it constantly as a fantasy. But neither of us said a word about actually going through with it. And breeding me? We hadn’t talked about pregnancy even as a fantasy, and my husband had just offered me up like I had no choice in the matter. Ray still often sounded nervous when he was talking to Mike about fucking his wife. But Takeshi was as warm and direct as if he was inviting Mike to a backyard barbecue.
I should have been furious. Except I overwhelmingly felt grateful. I had been afraid to admit to myself how much I wanted this, but dear God did I want this! Kesh and I had both been fantasizing nonstop about me fucking him. I had been fantasizing privately about having his baby, and I guess my husband had too. Was he so eager to see me bred that he didn’t care whether I was on board? Or did he just know me well enough to know that, if he asked, I would have protested, but if he simply made it happen, there’s no way I’d say no?
I had a million questions. Was Kesh going to regret this when I liked sex with Mike better than with him? We were ready for another baby? We were ready for a half-black baby? Would Katie be jealous? These questions spun around my head and then immediately flew away again. Mike was going to fuck me. Like he did with Kate. Tonight. Maybe sooner than that. I could barely form words.
“I know how much Katie enjoys… I mean… loves it when you…” I glanced over at my husband. “I mean… if you’re sure it’s okay…” I looked into Mike’s deep brown eyes, afraid I might melt into a puddle right on the spot. “I’ve been fantasizing for a long time… about… I can hear you with Katie… she tells me how good… I just want….”
Mike just smiled warmly and gently kissed me. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day I met you. And I knew it was only a matter of time before you’d want your turn. And I’m so glad your husband is on board.”
I looked at Kesh, unsure of what to say. God, I was such an embarrassing, quivering mess. But Kesh was calm and relaxed and came to my rescue. He kissed me, which felt strange as I could still feel Mike’s lips on mine. Then without a word, he gently slid my shirt over my head and unclasped my bra. I let it fall away as he pulled down my shorts and panties. I was trembling, naked, in front of my husband and the man who was about to fuck me. Kesh kissed me tenderly and said, “Go have fun.”
I squealed with joy and leaped into Mike’s arms. He scooped me up in his strong arms like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold. Then he turned back and nodded to my husband. “Hey, man, you want to watch me fuck the shit out of your wife?”
“Oh my God, yes please.”
“Well, I hope you like loose pussy, because I’m planning on stretching her out.”
“Fuck yeah. Wreck that pussy for me. I just want to watch you do it.”
I hesitated for a moment — my husband was a sweet, thoughtful man and I had never heard him talk about women so crudely, let alone me. Is that what he thought of me, deep down? Just a trashy slut who wanted her pussy wrecked by some big cock? And wasn’t that what I was? I guess we were both caught up in the same fantasy, so I couldn’t be too hurt by anything he said. But I could certainly give as good as I got.
“Show this pathetic cuck how a real man fucks. Stretch out my pussy so much he can’t even feel it anymore.” This was nonsense, of course. I had snapped back from childbirth twice, there was nothing Mike could do to me that would compare to that. But I knew it would get my husband excited.
It got Mike excited too. He tossed me onto the bed and in the time it took to spread my legs wide he had his clothes off, and the biggest fucking cock I’d ever seen was pointing right at me. Kesh was average-sized, but this had to be twice as big as his. I was a little worried it was going to hurt, and I was a little excited it was going to hurt. Any doubts I had about doing this had completely left my mind.
Mike lay on top of me, and I felt the weight of his cock pressing against my pussy. All I wanted in the world was for that thing to push its way inside me, but he just held himself against me as he kissed me. He kissed my neck, then spent a long time sucking my nipples. It was maddening. All I wanted was his cock inside of me, and he was making me wait, teasing me, driving me wild with anticipation.
I whispered, “No”, as he kissed his way down my belly and his beautiful cock slid away from my slit and down the bed. He kissed my labia and then slowly moved his tongue up and down my lips. This was usually my favorite thing in the world, but god damn it, I couldn’t take any more teasing.
“Please. My husband can do that after. Just fuck me. I can’t wait anymore.”
Mike looked up at me, but he didn’t move. He just lovingly slid his tongue across my clit. My pussy was on fire, and I knew I was going to have a hell of an orgasm soon, but I wanted to have it while he was fucking me for the first time.
“Mike, I’m begging you. I need your cock inside me, stretching out my pussy. I need you to cum deep inside me. I need you to breed me with your baby. Just don’t make me wait. Please.”
“Please.” It came out weakly this time. He knew he had me. He licked my clit again and I almost cried. Then finally, his lips were back kissing mine, and one hand was at my breast, and the other was under my ass, and then his massive, beautiful cock was sliding into me and it was the most satisfying thing I had ever felt.
For all the talk about stretching me out, I was so wet he slid in as deep as Kesh ever went in one smooth stroke. It didn’t hurt like I thought, just felt very satisfyingly full. He slid slowly out, and then slowly back in, a little deeper than before. It hurt just a little as he pushed himself deeper than any man had ever been. But it felt so fucking good. He slid halfway out, and then a little more than halfway in. Then again. Then again. It felt like every nerve ending in my pussy was being touched by his cock. Except with every stroke, he went a little deeper, discovering nerve endings that were being awakened for the first time. Every time it hurt a little more, and every time I got a little hotter. Finally, he made one powerful thrust and he was in. I cried out in pain but then found myself crying out again and again as my whole body convulsed with an orgasm like nothing I’d ever felt before.
I wanted to tell him how amazing it felt, I wanted to tell Kesh, my sister, and the whole world, but I couldn’t form words. I just gasped for breath for a second as he held himself deep inside my belly.
He gave me a second to recover, and then the real fucking began. He stretched my pussy to its limits again and again, with firm, powerful strokes, and my body reacted to everyone. I wrapped my legs around his ass. He dug his fingers into my hips and pulled me into his thrusts. I clawed at his back. He bit my breast. I howled like a cat in heat. My whole body was on fire, and my mind was overloaded with pleasure, pain, and pure lust.
For a long, glorious period, there was no one in the world but me and Mike, and nothing in the world but our two bodies pressed together, his cock exploring my willing pussy, our bodies both working towards that magical moment when he’d fill me with his seed.
And then my husband’s voice came into my head. “...and then breeding her at some point.” So matter-of-fact. Breeding her. This man who was fucking me so well was going to give me a baby. It had already been decided. He was going to flood my womb with sperm, that sperm was going to find an egg, and a new life would form inside my body. And at that moment, nothing felt more natural or right than that. My bull was going to breed me, and my belly was going to swell up with his baby.
“Cum for me,” I moaned. “Cum deep inside me. Fill my womb with your seed. Breed me hard, I want to feel your baby growing inside me.”
Mike stopped thrusting and held himself deep inside me.
“Once we do this, there’s no going back.”
I was crazed with lust, but I meant every filthy word that was coming out of my mouth.
“I don’t want to go back. My body belongs to you now. I’m your slut to do with as you please. Just keep fucking me until I’m pregnant with your baby.”
He smiled warmly and kissed me. “You’re going to look so sexy when your belly starts swelling up. Your body was made for breeding.”
“Then breed me. Over and over.”
He didn’t need a second invitation. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting hard. I wanted to beg for his cum, beg him again to breed me, but I was beyond making any words come out. I just cried and moaned, as visions filled my head of his sperm filling me, of my belly swelling. I was more turned on than I had been in my life, and the second I felt his cock jerking inside me, it triggered another orgasm, stronger than the first. My pussy and his cock spasmed in perfect unison as he shot jet after jet of sticky, white cum into my eager womb. I suddenly understood what Kate had said about this being the purest form of sex. Nothing in the world existed but our two sex organs, locked together in nature’s perfect embrace.
I floated on a cloud of bliss, wanting the moment to last forever. But eventually, he pulled out of me and rolled over beside me on the bed.
“That was the best fuck of my whole life,” I said dreamily. Mike and I kissed for a while, and I only remembered my husband existed when his head appeared between my legs, and he started licking my slit without a word. It felt nice, but after the two exhausting orgasms I had, his tongue barely registered. For one thing, I was barely capable of speech when Mike was fucking me, but I had no problem taunting my husband.
“Boy, you sure are eager to lick up Mike’s sperm. Maybe if you get every drop, he’ll leave a second helping for you!”
Kesh just moaned into my pussy. I kissed Mike some more and did my best to tease my husband. “Mike, I get it now. Why Katie loves fucking you so much. Why she wanted to have your baby. I’m sorry if I ever questioned your whole setup. I want exactly what she has. I want your beautiful cock inside me as often as possible.”
“Honey? How do you feel about me being pregnant with Mike’s baby?” I pushed Kesh’s head firmly between my legs so he couldn’t answer, just moaning as he mashed his tongue against my slit.
“I think he likes the idea!” I told Mike.
“Well, I just put a lot of sperm in your belly, and there’s more where that came from. You might be pregnant by the time you wake up tomorrow!”
I laughed. “I wish. I have to get off the pill first. Somebody didn’t give me any warning that he was having me bred.” I playfully smacked the back of Kesh’s head.
“But I’m going off the pill as soon as possible. And I want my breeding to be perfect. This means I want my pussy to be completely adjusted to having such a big cock inside it, which means I need you to stretch me out as often as possible between now and then.”
Mike shook his head, “it’s a tough job, but if that’s what it takes.”
I tapped Kesh on the head again. “Take a break. You’re not going to make me cum again, and we need to talk for a minute.” He slid up next to me on the bed. I think I could get used to this, having a man on either side of me.
“I should be mad at you, telling Mike he could breed me without asking me first. But that’s what I want now, and that’s what’s going to happen.”
“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t want it to happen. And if I didn’t know that deep down you wanted it to happen. We could keep talking and talking about it, or we could go through with it. You could always say no. But I knew you wouldn’t.”
“Well, you know what this means for you? I’m going off the pill, I want Mike’s baby, so that means I can’t take a chance on you getting me pregnant.”
“Oh, of course.”
“So here’s what’s going to happen. No more sex for you. I have three weeks until the end of my cycle, and then I want to spend a month off the pill before Mike breeds me. And it could take months to get me pregnant. However long it takes, the only thing of yours that touches my pussy is your tongue, and the only thing that touches your dick is your hand. Once I have Mike’s baby growing inside me, you can fuck me all through the pregnancy. You’re my husband, and I will always want us to have a sexual relationship. But right now, my bull comes first. Since you didn’t discuss asking Mike to breed me, I’m not discussing this with you. This is how it’s going to be, and if you don’t like it, tough shit. You’re going to sit by and watch as my bull fucks me whenever he wants to until he’s finished breeding me.”
All Kesh did was kiss me. “As long as I get to watch.”
I kissed him back, although I wrapped my hand around Mike’s semi-hard cock as I did it.
“I love you more than anyone, and I always will, even when Mike’s giving me a baby.”
“But you’re going to enjoy—”
“Oh, fuck yes.”
—--
So that’s how our lives completely changed. Mike fucked me constantly for the rest of that vacation, and there was no hiding it from our friends. Susan and Tom, the more conservative couple in the group, didn’t try and hide their disapproval. But Carrie flat-out told me she was jealous, and while her husband Rafael didn’t say anything, he couldn’t take his eyes off of me and Mike together. And I have to admit, I couldn’t resist putting on a show. When we weren’t fucking, I still found myself hanging off of him like a schoolgirl, kissing him, or letting him fondle my breasts or squeeze my ass, no matter who was looking. I was partly testing both Kesh and Katie, to see if either would get jealous, but both of them just seemed happy that I was enjoying myself.
And when the weekend was over, I kept on enjoying myself. I didn’t see Mike as often as I wanted to, given he was still fucking my sister, and had a life of his own when he wasn’t a bull. Generally, he’d spend Friday night with Kate and Ray, then come over to our place Saturday morning. (I think he liked the idea of fucking me while his dick was still wet from fucking my sister) We’d fuck once or twice while Kesh watched, and then the three of us would spend the afternoon together. One Saturday we had a picnic in the park, and I sunbathed topless and made out with my bull while my husband chased the kids around the playground.
And Saturday nights, he’d take a long time fucking me, always more than once, sometimes three times, until I fell asleep in his muscular arms. We’d have one last fuck in the morning, and then part ways, which was always the hardest part of my week. Sometimes he’d stop by on a weeknight for a quickie, but he didn’t stay over.
After three weeks, we celebrated as I flushed my pills down the toilet. We spent all day and all night in bed, my bull putting load after load of sperm as deep inside me as possible, while my husband sprayed his uselessly across my chest or my belly. I wouldn’t be fertile that quickly, but we all enjoyed the symbolism.
I did intend to make Mike use condoms for the month when I was off the pill but not ready to breed yet, but I couldn’t bring myself to cover up that beautiful cock. Instead, he pulled out and shot his load across my belly or my ass. He produced so much more cum than my husband did, a fact that wasn’t lost on Kesh. Every time, I imagined the white sticky ropes of sperm coating my insides, racing to find an egg. I didn’t have to wait long for that fantasy to become a reality. Usually with my husband, I cleaned myself up right after sex, but I found myself laying in bed or even walking around the house with Mike’s cum all over me. Partly to show myself off to Takeshi and wind him up, and partly because I just liked the feeling.
And to think just a few months earlier I was a boring work-at-home mom who spent most of my nights falling asleep in front of Netflix. Now after the kids were in bed, I was either having adulterous bareback sex or teasing my husband about another man getting me pregnant until he came all over himself from excitement. And it wasn’t hard to explain to the kids why Mike kept coming around. Kesh’s sister was a lesbian, so the kids already knew that she and her wife had a man to help them have a baby. So we just told them Mike was helping Mommy have another baby. They both thanked him for help, which I for one thought was very sweet.
—--
My hands shook as Kate laced up my dress in the back. It was Kesh’s idea for me to wear my wedding dress — the first time he and I started trying for a baby was on our wedding night, and he liked the symbolism. I had given myself to him forever on that day, and now I was giving myself to another man. My body, anyway. My heart still belonged to Kesh, who I loved more than ever. But tonight another man would be stripping this dress from me, consummating the relationship between bride and bull, and filling my womb with sperm in the hopes of creating a new life.
I think I was even more nervous than I had been on my actual wedding day. That day I had the love and support of my entire ******, all my friends — who knows what my relationships with any of them would be like when I gave birth to a baby that wasn’t my husband’s.
My sister, at least, understood all too well. Her dress clung to every curve, as her belly started to swell with her adulterous baby. She didn’t have an ounce of jealousy that her bull was now set to impregnate me. Her satisfaction in dragging me down the same degenerate road she was on overrode any other concerns.
Mike and I had only been fucking for two months when he threw away my birth control. Just like Kesh giving me to him, he didn’t ask, he just decided that’s what was happening. He was in the bathroom after we had fucked, while I stayed in bed savoring the sore pussy he had given me, and Kesh was still slumped in a chair in the corner, cum dribbling down his balls from jerking off while he watched us. When Mike walked back in, he had taken my pills from the medicine cabinet.
He held a plastic circle in each hand. One had three pills left — it was almost time for my period. The other was next month’s. Without a word, he started punching out the pills from the full set. I just watched, stunned, as one by one they fell into his open hand. He tossed me the months.
“Finish taking these, and then you’re done with the pill. I’m going to breed you.”
My heart stopped. He stated it firmly and matter-of-fact as if I didn’t have a say. Did I even want to have a say? My mind raced with reasons why I should say no, but my body betrayed me. I was getting wet again just thinking about Mike impregnating me. I couldn’t lie to myself about what I wanted.
So six weeks later, the pill was out of my system, and I stood trembling before my bull, my husband, my pregnant sister and her cuckold husband, and Carrie and Rafael — it was their week for the beach house and they insisted on hosting. They all knew what was about to happen, I guess there was no reason to hide anything from them.
To my surprise, everyone else was dressed up, as if this was my wedding. Mike took my hand and we stood flanked by Takeshi and Kate, as the best man and matron of honor. Ray took the place of the minister.
“In times of old, when women were expected to be virgins on their wedding day — even if few of them were — when a woman stood in front of her ****** and friends and exchanged vows, she was also silently announcing to everyone that by the end of that day, she was going to be deflowered and possibly impregnated by her husband. Whatever ceremony surrounded it, that’s what a wedding was truly about.
“So we are gathered here today for a different kind of ceremony, with the same message. Today, Lucy is at her peak fertility, not on any birth control, and her bull is going to fill her womb with his sperm, in the hopes of making a baby. Takeshi will enjoy something few men get to experience — watching another man impregnate his wife. I can tell you from experience,” he fondly rubbed Kate’s round belly, ”it’s a sight you’ll never forget.”
Ray smiled warmly and took one last look at our mock ceremony. “Michael, do you promise to take this woman, again and again, putting load after load of sperm into her womb, until she’s pregnant with your child?”
Mike squeezed my hand and I felt a jolt of electricity. “Of course. I can’t wait to make your belly swell.”
“Takeshi, do you give away the bride, to be impregnated by another man, with a child that you will raise as your own?”
Takeshi held my other hand. This was all starting to feel very real. “I do. Lucy, I love you, and I know breeding with Mike is going to make you very happy. And I can’t wait to watch every minute. He’s going to give you a beautiful baby.”
My husband kissed me and held me close for a minute. I wondered if he could hear my heart pounding in my chest. Ray gave us a moment and then turned to me.
“And Lucy, do you take this man, your bull, to be the father of your child? Will you give your body to him completely, fertile and unprotected, to flood your womb with his seed and create a new life inside of you as nature intended?”
My pussy was already soaked at the thought of it. “Oh my God fuck yes. I mean, yes, yes, I do.” I threw my arms around Mike and kissed him, practically wrapping myself around his muscular body.
“Then by the power vested in me by your cuckold husband, you may now breed the bride.”
I was dimly aware of other people in the room, but I was hyper-aware of the man who was about to impregnate me. His hands ran down my body. Sliding under my dress to squeeze my ass. Sliding a finger between my legs to feel my sopping wet pussy. I slid my hands down Mike’s pants, and his cock was as big and hard as I’d ever felt it. He placed his hand over mine and made me stroke him up and down. Then he unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper.
“Get me ready, so I can breed you.”
He pulled down his pants to reveal his remarkable tool to the whole room. Most of them had seen it anyway. He was ready as any man had ever been, but without hesitation, I got on my knees and took him in my mouth. I knew my friends, my sister, and my husband were all watching, and I didn’t care. I wanted them to see. This was exactly who I was, an adulterous slut worshiping her bull’s cock. Trembling in anticipation for the moment when it would be inside me without protection for the first time.
As I lovingly slobbered all over his cock, Mike quickly shed his clothes, his trim, muscular body already glistening with sweat in anticipation. Katie moved to help me with my dress, but I waved her off. “I want him to fuck me in my wedding dress.” Even my husband didn’t get to do that. The dress was delicate — backless, with only a flimsy ribbon of a halter, and a lace pattern that wasn’t backed by the usual sheer material and instead exposed bare skin here, there, and everywhere. Kesh called it the sexiest thing he had ever seen, but it was so flimsily held together I spent the whole reception worried I was going to slip right off of my body, and I took it off with the utmost care on our wedding night before I let him touch me.
Tonight was different. I didn’t care about the dress, I didn’t care about people watching, the only thing in the world that mattered was the intense fucking I was about to get, and the baby my bull was going to plant inside my belly.
I ran my tongue around his balls, hoping they were making an extra big load of sperm. I slowly licked the remarkable length of his shaft, until I took his cockhead in my mouth. I let a mouthful of saliva out, completely coating him. Then I stood up and wrapped myself around his naked body.
“I can’t wait for another second. I need you to fuck a baby into me.”
My bull scooped me up in his arms and carried me away. “The bridal suite is right this way, madam.” My bull gave my husband a wink as he carried his blushing bride over the threshold. The bed had been made up with pure white sheets for the occasion, to match my dress. Mike tossed me onto the bed, and as soon as my back hit the sheets I spread my legs as wide as I could.
“Fill me up with your big cock! Show my husband who my body belongs to.”
Mike was on top of me in a flash, and I could feel the warmth of his rigid tool pressed against the folds of my pussy.
“All the sex we had before now? That didn’t count. That was just some harmless fun. Now, we’re fucking for real. The way nature intended. My sperm, flooding your womb, attacking one of your eggs, making a new life inside your body.”
My heart was pounding in my chest. “Yessss,” I managed to moan. “I’ve wanted you to breed me since the day I met you. I can’t wait another night, I want your baby inside me.”
He slid his thick cock into me, and I swear it felt different than all the other times. Every nerve in my pussy was on fire, and I swore I could feel every ridge and vein on his beautiful cock, every inch as he slid deeper into me than my husband ever would. I looked into Takeshi’s eyes and begged Mike to fuck me, to cum in me, to breed me.
For those first few minutes, I was hyper-aware of my husband watching. And my sister, and her husband, and our friends. But after a while, they all faded into the background and all that existed in the world was my bull. There was no point in counting how many times I came, I was just on one continuous sexual high. The entire past six months had been foreplay — one long, steady buildup to this moment — and now we were finally approaching the climax. My lover impregnated me in front of my husband. If anyone reading has ever been bred by a bull, you understand that there’s no more intense feeling in the world.
Years later, I can still remember every single sensation of breeding with Mike for the first time. My hands are on his ass, pulling him deeper inside me. Our legs intertwined as he pistoned his body against mine again and again. His lips on my lips, my neck, my nipples. His teeth were on my breasts, marking me with hickeys so I’d have a reminder of our mating that would take days to fade. My wedding dress was plastered to my body with sweat, fabric ripping here and there every time Mike wanted to expose more of my breasts or my ass.
But mostly, I remember my pussy, and his cock, joined together as nature intended. Every nerve ending was on fire, I swore I could feel every inch of him as my insides clung to him more tightly than I ever had with anyone. My clit throbbed like it was going to explode. My heart felt like it was going to burst. My bull was about to give me a baby.
I felt his teeth against my neck, as he bit me like a stallion marking his mare as he breeds her. The intense pleasure and pain, the knowledge that he owned my body completely, sent me over the edge, and I came so hard I nearly passed out, screaming my head off the whole time. At some point through the sexual frenzy that had taken hold of me, I felt his magnificent cock swelling, jerking inside of me, filling me with his seed, and planting his baby inside of my belly. I had a second orgasm before I was even finished with the first. The two of us kept coming in unison for an endless moment, Mike shooting jet after jet of sperm into me, my body convulsing under his, never wanting it to stop, never wanting that perfect moment to end.
I choose to believe that was the moment when our baby was conceived, but it could have been any time over the next week, as Mike and I fucked constantly. He never even went soft after that first time, he just held his hard cock firmly in my pussy, trapping his sperm inside, kissing me, and telling me how sexy I was until his hips started moving again and I started begging for more. I came twice more before he added a second load of sperm to the first. He eventually withdrew and we held each other for a while, stopping only so Kesh could peel my tattered wedding dress off of me and then lick my pussy clean, while Katie sucked Mike’s sticky, wet cock until he was hard again. I didn’t feel a moment’s jealousy at seeing Katie with my bull. I just drank in the sight of her nude body, belly, and breasts swollen with our bull’s baby, and couldn’t wait until I looked like that.
When Mike was hard again, I got on top, and he was starting to tire, so he lasted a long time. I rode him for thirty minutes and two more orgasms, and he was nowhere close to cumming himself. So I told him to fuck me hard and put a baby in me, and he did just that, flipping me on my hands and knees and slamming his dick into me while his fingernails dug into my hips. I was too worn out to cum at that point, but I was on a sexual high, just screaming my head off as he pounded into me. I felt a sting as he slapped my ass, hard. Then again, and again, and again. Then all over again on the other side. It hurt, but I welcomed every blow. My bull was dominating me, taking control of my body, and that was exactly what I needed. My ass cheeks were burning and my pussy was on fire when he finally cried out and sent another torrent of sperm into me.
Mike withdrew and excused himself to go piss. A long moment later, I opened my eyes and only then remembered that my husband had been watching the whole time. He still had his dick in his hand, a white trickle of sperm running down the shaft and over his fingers.
I was too exhausted to stand up, but I rolled onto my side and ran my hands across my red, raw ass.
“Do you like what my bull did to me?” I teased. Kesh leaned in and gently kissed both cheeks. I rolled over and displayed the bruises blossoming on my breasts. “You’d better kiss these too.”
He obliged, and then whispered in my ear, “Are you okay, Lu?”
I smiled at him dreamily. “I am happier than I’ve ever been in my life. I’m so glad you asked Mike to breed me.”
He still looked a little concerned. “But, like, are you hurt? He’s never been this rough before.”
I squeezed my breasts, wincing a little at the bruises. “He owns my body now, not me, and not you. He can do whatever he wants from me. Yes, it hurts, but in a very satisfying way. I love when my pussy is sore after he fucks me, and this is just more of the same feeling.”
“I just didn’t realize you liked it so rough.”
“Not with you. Only with him.” I saw a mixture of emotions pass over Takeshi’s face. “When you and I make love again, it will be on my terms. If I want you, you’ll be eager. If I don’t, you’ll be patient. If I want you to lick my asshole, you’ll tell me how good it tastes. If I want you to use condoms so my pussy only feels like a real man’s sperm, you’ll thank me. You wanted to be a cuckold, you’re getting what you wanted.
“But when my bull fucks me, it’s on his terms. When he wants pussy, I’ll spread my legs for him anytime, anywhere, no matter who’s around. If he wants to breed me again, he’ll be the one to decide how many babies you and I have, not me, and not you. And if you want to father any more children, it won’t be with me. You can cum in me all you want when I’m pregnant. After that, it’s either condoms or a vasectomy.”
Kesh’s eyes were wide, but his little pecker was getting stiff, and he quietly nodded in agreement.
“That’s not all. If he wants me fucking other men, I’ll spread my legs for them too. If he wants me all to himself, I won’t touch another man, not even you. And when I say he owns my body, that’s not just hickies and bruises. If he wants any part of me pierced, tattooed, or shaved… that’s up to him. I’m never going to say no to him as long as he’s my bull and I’m his slut.”
Kesh’s little dick was standing straight at attention.
“Well that does give me a few ideas…” Mike’s deep voice filled the room and we realized he had been standing in the doorway listening to the whole thing. “...but for now, we’re devoting this honeymoon to breeding. Everything else can wait.”
He put his hand on Takeshi’s shoulder, both men trying not to look down at each other’s equipment—Mike was still soft and still about as big as my husband’s stiffy. “I cannot tell you how much I enjoy fucking your wife. She and I are going to make beautiful babies for you.”
“Thank you.” Kesh’s voice wavered, but he said it without hesitation. “You’re making her incredibly happy.” He paused for a long moment before adding, “And me.”
Mike smiled. “Well, that’s why I’m here. Now go clean up your wife’s pussy before I can fuck her again.”
Gobs of Mike’s sperm were leaking out of me at this point, but if Kesh was embarrassed at licking it up in front of him, he didn’t show any signs. His tongue caressed me more lovingly than he had in ages. Mike cupped one of my boobs in his hand and began sucking milk from my nipple.
Eventually, I told my husband, “You’re not going to make me cum. And I need my bull to fuck me some more.”
He obligingly withdrew, and Mike was quickly inside me. We were both tired, so we fucked slowly and gently, with no urgency for either of us to get off again, just enjoying the feeling of our bodies locked together. I thought I was too tired to come again, but after a good forty minutes of slow, steady missionary, I started to build up a head of steam, and Mike pushed me over the edge, moaning and babbling about how I wanted him to breed me.
He whispered in my ear. “Do you want me to go hard again so I cum fast, or do you want to keep it nice and slow?”
“Nice and slow,” I murmured. “Keep your beautiful cock inside me forever.”
He rolled me onto my side and we lay there spooning, his hand guiding my hip, his cock lazily sawing in and out of me. I was perfectly content. I even drifted off into sleep a few times, always waking up to feel him still moving inside me. Finally, I heard him quietly say in my ear, “Okay, here it comes.” He didn’t cry out this time, just panted heavily as his cock jerked inside me and painted my insides with more potent sperm.
I had always heard that the longer a man stays hard, the bigger the climax when it happens, and after a good 90 minutes of lazy fucking, I could feel semen just pouring out of him. I welcomed every drop of it, soaking into my womb, searching for an egg, our bodies doing exactly what they were made for. We both fell into a blissful sleep, his softening cock still lodged inside me, making sure none of his precious sperm escaped.
—--
I woke up looking into the eyes of my husband. It took me a minute to realize the dick inside me wasn’t his. He had gotten into bed with us, and both my husband and my lover were holding me close. He kissed me and said, “How do you feel?”
I thought about all the possible answers to that question. Sore, satisfied, horny, loved, supported, lusted after. But I knew the answer that meant the most to both of us.
“Pregnant.”
He kissed me again. “You can already tell?”
“Just a feeling I have. But if I’m not now, I will be soon. If you have any doubts about me having another man’s baby, there’s no going back now. My bull’s baby is probably already growing inside me, and when it’s born, the whole world is going to know it’s not yours. Your ******, your friends, your coworkers, they’re all going to know another man fucked me better than you ever could, and I begged him to give me a baby. And you begged him too.”
“I don’t know if I begged…” He started to smile, but then his expression turned serious. He looked past me at Mike, still holding me from behind. “But I would. I want this as badly as you do. Some men would be ashamed that their wives got pregnant by another man. I’ll proudly tell everyone. I’m thankful every day that I have an incredibly sexy, uninhibited wife who lives out our deepest fantasies. And I’m thankful that she’s found such a wonderful man to keep her satisfied. So give her what she needs. Make her belly swell up for me.”
Kesh kissed me just as Mike slid his hard cock into me. My pussy was sore from the workout it had gotten the night before, but everything my husband said had gotten me wet again, so while my bull’s cock stretched me to the fullest, I was feeling no pain. Quite the opposite.
So it went for the rest of the week. Practically all I did was eat, sleep, and fuck, with the occasional shower. If my pussy wasn’t full of Mike’s cock, it was probably being attended to by Kesh’s tongue. I laid out the tattered scraps of my wedding dress on the bed during one of the rare moments we weren’t using it. It had been very special to me, of course. But in its current state, I liked it even more. It was a metaphor — the vows I had taken to be faithful to my husband had been eagerly torn apart, soaked in sweat and sperm, and would never go back to the way they were. And my husband and I were both happier this way.
I stayed naked the whole time, even through a couple of trips to the beach. Katie and Ray, Carrie and Raf, stayed dressed like regular people, but it felt completely normal to be naked in front of them, even to fuck in front of them. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.
And as my belly started swelling up with his baby, that felt like the most natural thing in the world too. Kesh and I eagerly told people the baby wasn’t his. (Katie already being pregnant by Mike made it a lot easier. Mom just shrugged and said, “You too? I can’t wait to see the baby, but I’ll never understand these husbands of yours.”) Carrie didn’t even wait a month to take her turn—when Mike was taking a rare break from breeding me, Rafael announced that his wife was ovulating in three weeks, and he’d never forgive Mike if he didn’t come back to the cabin and put a baby in her. Mike made a joke about needing to recover from the workout I’d given him, but we were all there three weeks later to watch Carrie get bred.
It took all the restraint I had, but I waited until then to take the pregnancy test, pissing on the stick in front of everyone. They cheered as I held up the two lines, and Raf and Carrie were even more eager for Mike to put a baby in her. Katie had started a trend, and we wondered aloud who would be next.
Only a month after that, my sister gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, and looking at his dark skin and curly hair against Ray’s pasty complexion, it hit home all over again how different my baby was going to look from my other children. Kesh and I would spend our whole lives explaining to people that, yes, I let another man get me pregnant, and yes, he wanted it to happen. But that was part of the fantasy for both of us. My bull didn’t just fuck me, didn’t just impregnate me, he had changed both of our lives forever. No one would ever see us as a respectable, upper-middle-class married couple again, only as a pathetic cuckold and a dirty slut.
We both relished our new roles. When I went into labor, we didn’t tell the hospital staff Kesh wasn’t the father, just so they could be shocked when the baby was born. Then they were even more shocked when we laughed it off and told them he had asked another man to get me pregnant.
Carrie visited us in the hospital, stomach bulging out obscenely. So did Kate, casually opening her shirt to breastfeed as I did the same in the hospital bed. Mike was beaming, looking from one of his children to the next, and the three women who had given themselves over to him so completely.
Taking My Turn, part 2
Two years later, I still secretly loved the stares we got. People looked at my ****** like they were trying to do math in my head like there was some reason other than the obvious that my 5- and 7-year-old kids looked like my Japanese husband, and my 2-year-old was half black.
Of course, our friends and families knew the story. That my husband Takeshi was a willing and eager cuckold, who asked another man to be my bull, taking control over my body, fucking me whenever he wanted to, and eventually giving me a baby. It caused surprisingly little friction that Mike, the bull he chose, was also my sister Kate’s bull, and had impregnated her as well, with her husband Ray’s blessing. And no sooner was I pregnant, than our friend Carrie and her husband Rafael felt left out, and asked Mike to give her a baby as well.
It made things a lot easier, as the “triplets” always had a playmate, and all three couples had a reliable babysitter to take the kids for a night so daddy could watch mommy getting railed all night. For a while, I had a standing “date night” with my bull once a week, as he had Kate and Carrie to satisfy, and we were pretty sure he saw other women on the side too. But the rest of the week, Kesh and I had better sex than we ever had before Mike came into the picture.
We had started with the passion in our marriage most young couples have, but by the time I had our second kid, I was tired all the time, and we were kind of bored with each other. We’d have half-hearted sex every week or two, and I usually dressed in mom jeans and blouses buttoned up to the top. (Although to be fair, I had no qualms about whipping a boob out to breastfeed, which I had been doing continuously since the first baby.) But now I found myself wearing crop tops and skirts. I had a ring through my clit (we decided against nipple rings because I was always breastfeeding). My husband’s average-sized penis and relatively quick staying power couldn’t compare to my muscular, well-hung bull, of course. But he was a handsome man, who I loved, and I found myself far more enthusiastic about sex with him than I had been in years.
Granted, after Mike stretched out my pussy three times in a night, it was usually a few days before I could even feel my husband’s dick. But it was much more suckable than Mike’s monster, and five and a half inches was just the right size for my asshole. There’s no way I could take Mike’s 9 inches up my ass without a trip to the hospital, but I started to relish getting anal from my husband to the point where he rarely fucked my pussy anymore, just licked me to one orgasm after another (and usually licked me clean after my bull was through with me.)
And Takeshi confessed that he never came harder than when my bull’s massive cock was stretching my pussy out. He said the greatest sexual experience of his life wasn’t any time he had sex himself, it was cumming all over his hand while he watched my bull fuck a baby into me. Now that’s a loving, devoted husband.
Kesh and I went back and forth on whether Mike should breed me again (funny enough, the subject of my husband getting me pregnant himself never came up), but we agreed we didn’t want two babies in a row, so I was going to back on the pill for at least a year before we decided anything.
And before the year was up, Kate managed to shock us again. She had broken things off with Mike. She adored our bull and loved fucking him, but Ray insisted that none of their children were going to have the same father, and he didn’t want to take a chance on Mike knocking her up again. They could have used condoms, but all three of them agreed Mike’s big cock was made for breeding, and it would be sacrilege to wrap it up.
I thought it was crazy how seriously they took all of this, but I had no plans of using condoms with him either. And with my sister suddenly out of the picture, Mike ended up coming over to fuck me more often. Over two or three nights a week, Kesh would end up licking seven or eight loads of sperm out of my pussy. I was in heaven. (So was Carrie, who was getting it just as often as I was and loving every second.)
But everything changed when Mike met Cai. 24-year-old American-born Vietnamese girl, long legs, hair down to her ass, so skinny I couldn’t believe his dick even fit inside of her. They were crazy about each other, and I was worried about losing my bull for good. But she was into the fact that he had knocked up three married women and our husbands had asked him to do it. She encouraged him to keep up the bull lifestyle, so long as he made time for her. And while Cai loved fucking him as much as we did, he did leave her sore afterward, so every so often she needed a break and would send him over to fuck me or Carrie.
Eventually, the two of them bought out Susan and Tom’s slot in the beach house, as they had decided our sexual antics were too “out there” for their taste, and drifted out of our friend group. We settled into a new summer routine where all three couples were there nearly every weekend, and we all took the same two-week vacation together. Sleeping arrangements were a little cramped, but our older kids made an adventure of sleeping in a tent in front of the house, and we could stick the babies’ cribs anywhere.
The adults usually piled into one bedroom so Mike could fuck whichever woman (or women) he chose while the husbands watched. Then he’d sleep with his wife on one side of him, and Carrie and I taking turns on the other side. The other one of us would share a bed with the two cuckolds, who by tradition couldn’t fuck any of us at the beach house, and could only eat pussy if it was full of Mike’s cum. They both fucking loved it.
We’d take the kids to the beach by day, wearing the tiniest swimsuits we could find, and taunting our husbands with our sexy bodies that were off-limits to two of the three. Mike would often take one of us back to the house for a slow, intense fuck, knowing it was driving the other wives crazy that they were missing out, and driving the other husbands crazy that they didn’t get to watch.
It was the best summer of all of our lives. Fall and winter were busier, so I’d have occasional sex with my husband, and Mike might visit once a week or two. It started to feel like boring old normal life, even with me cuckolding my husband with a bull, and breastfeeding the baby my bull had given me while my husband looked on adoringly.
Then came spring. We always made an occasion of reopening the beach house. It was too cold to go into the water, but the kids were always excited about taking stuff out of storage and playing in the sand. Kate joined us — pregnant with a second baby by a second bull — and it felt like old times. Especially once the kids were all asleep, the wine started pouring, and Mike started kissing Carrie and me in front of our husbands, then casually groping our breasts or grabbing our asses.
Takeshi made a toast, “to another summer of our wives getting fucked often and well!”
Rafael raised his glass, “And to Mike! The hardest-working bull in town, keeping three ladies satisfied night after night!”
“Three that you know about!” Mike grinned and everyone laughed. His wife punched him playfully.
I refilled my glass and held it up. “And to Ray! If he were able to satisfy my sister even the tiniest bit, she wouldn’t have needed a bull, and Carrie and I would probably still be faithful to our husbands!”
Ray blushed, but he laughed along with everyone else.
“Well we wouldn’t want that!” said Takeshi, putting his arm around me.
I kissed his neck, and then whispered, “Mike is going to fuck me so hard tonight.” I squeezed his crotch, and of course, he was already getting stiff.
Finally, it was the bull’s turn to make a toast. “First of all, you all mean a great deal to me. Carrie and Lucy, you know how much I love fucking you both. Katie, I miss being with you, and I wish things had worked out. Takeshi, Rafael… I am in awe of what loving, supportive husbands you are to your wives, and what wonderful fathers you are to my children. Not many men have the strength to watch their wives breed in front of them and raise another man’s baby without an ounce of jealousy. Your wives are very lucky to have you… and I’m very lucky to have your wives!”
More laughter and we all took a drink. But Mike wasn’t finished.
“But no one here means more to me than Cai. I’m madly in love with her.” He kissed her passionately, and when he broke the kiss, she stage-whispered, “Should I tell them?”
She turned to the rest of us with a big grin on her face and held out her hand to show off a diamond ring. “Mike asked me to marry him!”
There was a round of squealing and cheers and hugs and glasses raised and wine downed.
“We didn’t want to wait, so we’re getting married this summer. And we’re going to spend our honeymoon trying for a baby!”
More squealing, more hugs. Cai took Carrie and I by the hands and squeezed them tight. “I want you to know, this doesn’t change anything between you and Mike. I love that my husband’s such a stud that married men want him to fuck their wives. He might have a little less free time once we have a baby in the house, but he’s still going to keep being your bull.
“We had talked about going away for our honeymoon, but instead we’re going to spend the two weeks at the beach house, all together, and Mike’s going to breed both of you again. We’ll all be pregnant at the same time! Our babies will all grow up together!”
There were no squeals this time, as Carrie and I fell silent. Kesh and I had gone back and forth about whether four kids was too many, and while I fantasized about my bull breeding me again, I also thought it might be nice to give my husband another chance. I thought Kesh and I would get to decide before I got pregnant again. Or at least that Mike would tell me himself. But instead Cai just casually told us, as if it had already been decided and we had no say in it.
Did we have a say in it? Kesh had been so enthusiastic about being cuckolded so far, was he going to turn around and say no to Mike? And was I? Logically, rationally, it didn’t make sense to have another baby that wasn’t my husband’s. I’m sure I could write him a letter and lay out all the reasons I had to say no. But face to face with his dark skin, his rippling muscles, that massive cock that sent me to a delirious place of pure lust? My brain wanted to slow down, have a long talk with my husband, and let us both come to our senses. My body wanted to pounce on top of Mike, ride his cock, and beg him to fill my womb with his seed.
The same thoughts were running through Carrie’s head, because while she was clearly flushed, and not just from the wine, she gave Mike a pleading look and quietly said, “I think I should talk this over with Raf first.”
Mike smiled warmly. “Look, I know I’m putting you all on the spot here. But these decisions should be made by the heart, and in the moment, that’s when you’re most honest about what you want deep down.” He looked past Carrie, past me, and to my husband.
“Kesh. Do you like it when I fuck your wife?”
Kesh smiled nervously. “I think we all know that I do.”
Mike put an arm around my waist and casually slipped my tank top over my head. He cupped my bare breast with one hand and toyed with my nipple piercing. “Do you like to watch when I fuck your wife?”
The smile disappeared from my husband’s face, but he looked into my eyes lovingly and said, “Yes.”
Mike unzipped my shorts and slid them and my panties down. He covered my pussy with his other hand and started rubbing me gently with his middle finger. I was soaking wet, as he knew I would be.
“Deep down… if you’re being honest with yourself… do you want my cock in her pussy… or yours?”
The room was silent as Kesh looked at me for a long moment. He drank in the sight of my nude body as Mike squeezed my breast, ran his hand along my belly, so recently full with his child, and slid his hand along my hip, up to my side, and back to my breast. He kissed my neck, and all the while fingered my pussy. I found myself frozen to the spot, unable to speak. I knew I shouldn’t want this, to be treated as an object, for him to handle as he pleased and show off his dominance. But it’s what I was. He was my bull, and my body did belong to him.
And my husband knew it too. I expected Kesh to answer nervously, his mouth dry, but he looked me in the eyes and very clearly said, “The only reason you’ve ever fucked her, the only reason you bred her, the only reason you’re touching her right now, is because I want it that way. I want you to own my wife’s body, I want you to use her whenever you see fit, I want you to fuck her better than I can, to make her cum harder than I can, to keep her pussy stretched and sore as often as possible.
“If you want to breed her again… that isn’t up to me. I love Lucy, heart and soul, but her body belongs to you. If she isn’t ready for another baby, I expect you to respect that. But I will love and care for any baby she has, whether it’s mine, yours, or someone else’s.”
I gazed back into my husband’s eyes. I’d never completely understand why he wanted this as badly as he did, but I wasn’t going to deny him what he wanted. “I love you more than anything.” It was about as romantic a moment as you could imagine between husband and wife, at least while another man was finger-fucking the wife in front of a group of people.
“And Lucy, who does your body belong to?” Mike whispered in my ear.
“To my bull, and not my husband,” I whispered in a breathy voice, staring Kesh in the eyes.
Mike leaned in and bit my breast, hard. I cried out, but it came out sounding like a moan of pleasure.
“And what can I do with your body?”
I leaned into him, feeling his muscular body pressed against mine, his beautiful cock straining against his pants and pressing into the small of my back.
“Anything.”
“Takeshi. Monday morning, call your wife’s doctor and cancel her birth control. Make it clear to the doctor that another man, and not you, is going to be impregnating your wife. Her body is now off limits to you, apart from your tongue. You will both sleep naked, as I want you to have a constant reminder of your wife’s beautiful, sexy body and that you willingly surrendered her to me. But you will not penetrate her again until I’ve bred her successfully and her morning sickness passes.”
Takeshi’s eyes were wide, but he just nodded. The tent his little dick was making in his swimsuit was starting to get a wet spot.
He then turned to Carrie and Rafael, who had put his arm around his wife’s waist while they listened to the whole exchange. “Lucy and Kesh understand what this relationship is and how it works. I just want to make sure you two do.”
Mike gently pulled Carrie away from her husband and into his arms. She was still wearing a bikini from the beach, and it only took a few quick motions to fling both top and bottom across the room. He held her as he had held me, pressed into her from behind, holding her breast, fingering her pussy. Like me, she made no move to resist.
“As long as I am your wife’s bull, her body belongs to me. When I want to fuck her, I fuck her. When I want to share her with you, I do, and when I want her off limits to you, she will be. And if I want to breed her, she’ll have my baby. I need to know that you understand that.”
Carrie and Rafael silently gazed into each other’s eyes, both trying to read how far the other one was willing to take things. Raf was eager to have Carrie bred the first time and never showed a moment’s hesitation. But this whole thing about owning our bodies, breeding us any time he wanted to… that all felt new. More intense. And even as I saw the doubt crossing across Carrie’s face, I knew it was what I wanted. Needed, even.
But Carrie and her husband hadn’t given their bull an answer.
“Look, I’m going to be straight with you. I’m getting married. I’m going to start having kids of my own. Cai encouraged me to continue being a bull, but if I’m going to take time away from my ****** to do that, I need to know that the woman I’m fucking, and the husband I’m cuckolding, are all in.”
He rubbed Carrie’s pussy, spreading her lips wide for her husband to see. “Raf, when you look at your wife’s pussy, do you fantasize about your dick going into her? Or mine?”
He looked from Carrie’s pussy to her eyes and back, but made no answer. Somehow I knew Kesh would have blurted out “yours” with no hesitation.
Mike squeezed Carrie’s breast and ran his hand along her flat stomach. “If you ever feel like — even only sometimes — that you’d rather have your husband’s baby than mine… then all three of us are wasting our time here.”
I could see Carrie trembling as she tried to make words come out. “I… I think… I should probably have my husband’s baby… at least once.” The whole room exhaled now that she had said it out loud. Mike let him slide out of his embrace as she turned to face him. “And… on our schedule. I don’t think we’re ready to have two in a row.” She kissed him quickly. “I’m sorry. You know I love fucking you. You know Raf loves when I fuck you. I just… it’s too much.”
Mike raised her hand to his lips and gently kissed it. “I understand completely. Look, no hard feelings at all, I want you two to be happy, whether I’m your bull or not. We’ll always be friends, I’ll always be the father of your firstborn. And if you ever decide you need to be bred by a bull, after all, the door’s always open.”
Mike said there were no hard feelings, and there mostly weren’t. But I noticed he made a point of fucking me when Carrie or Rafael were in the room. The other adults spent most of their time on kid duty, and if Mike wasn’t fucking me, he had a hand on my ass, or my tits or his tongue was in my mouth. He kept me in a constant state of arousal, and it was impossible to notice the longing looks on Carrie’s face. Rafael’s too.
I understood them drawing the line at a bull breeding her whenever he felt like it. But I also understood all too well what they were giving up, and how intensely aware of that they both were. Carrie was walking away from the best sex of her life. And Rafael was giving up, well, whatever cucks got out of this whole scene. He’d be the only man fucking his wife again, but she was going from sexy, uninhibited slut, to boring monogamy. I felt bad for both of them.
It was a long two months, waiting for Mike and Cai’s wedding and for the birth control to get out of my system, and not getting any sex from my husband or my bull to not get pregnant ahead of schedule. Once I was fertile and unprotected, my hormones kicked in and I was desperately horny. I kept Kesh busy eating my pussy, usually more than once a day, and even then I found my hand between my legs constantly. I hardly saw Mike, but he’d call me and tell me in detail how he was going to fuck a baby into my fertile womb, and I usually got myself off just listening to his voice and fantasizing about him breeding me again.
Naturally, Kesh didn’t fuck me or even touch me with his dick. Any time he was horny, I had him shoot his sperm all over my belly, and I’d tease him about how a real man’s sperm was going to go inside my womb, and soon my flat stomach would be swollen with my bull’s baby and not his. That kind of talk always drove him wild, and he came all over my belly or my tits so often I stopped bothering to clean myself up. Once I went out for a run with his sperm running down my cleavage and across my belly and I know at least a few people noticed. But the sluttier I got, the more my husband loved me.
Which was a good thing, because the weeks flew by, and soon it was time for me to get knocked up by another man again. Mike and Cai’s wedding was picture-perfect. The bride wore a backless, sleeveless dress that showed off a lot of her slender figure while still looking elegant and respectable. And to be fair, she was respectable — she was about to become a loving, faithful wife. I was the adulterous slut who was letting another man breed me.
I stayed with them in the honeymoon suite, but we all agreed it was Cai’s night. So Mike fucked his new bride over and over, and I was just there for inspiration. Showing off my naked body, talking dirty about how her belly was going to swell up with his baby. And sucking Mike’s beautiful cock back to hardness in between sessions. After he fucked Cai for the second time, I impulsively crawled between Cai’s legs and gave her pussy a little kiss, telling her that her husband’s sperm was making a baby inside her right at that moment.
I had never touched another woman, or even really considered it. But I found myself turned on looking at Cai’s pussy, glistening wet with arousal, stretched wide open and leaking my bull’s sperm. Kesh loved doing this, so how bad could it be? And besides, I savored the taste of my bull’s sperm no matter where I found it. I found myself devouring Cai’s clit until she had an orgasm, and I loved hearing her moan and feeling her body shake. It was different from making a man come, but no less satisfying.
I slid up next to her on the bed and kissed her, pushing a drop of her husband’s sperm into her mouth, which she greedily accepted. We held each other, kissing and roaming our hands over each other’s bodies, as Mike spooned her from behind and slid his cock back into her. The two of them enjoyed a long, lazy fuck, and Cai fingered me to an orgasm, although what pushed me over the edge was the thought of her slender body swelling up with Mike’s baby, and the fact that I’d get my turn soon enough.
The next morning, the bride and groom fucked one more time, and I licked them both clean afterward. Cai and I showered together, caressing each other and delighting in the idea that both of our bodies would be swelling up with the same man’s baby before too long.
We drove to the cabin, and spent the next two weeks there, eating, drinking, sleeping, fucking. Cai and I stayed naked the whole time, only leaving the cabin to sneak out to the beach at night after it was closed. Mike only put on shorts and sandals when he had to make the occasional trip to the corner grocery. I respected that the wedding night belonged to the bride, but I made sure Mike’s cock was inside me within two minutes of stepping into the cabin. It had been six weeks since I had been fucked, and I was gagging for it.
As with my first breeding, the sex was electric, as I was hyper-conscious of the fact that I was fertile and unprotected and we were fucking to make a baby. And it was a new kind of excitement that my bull’s wife was watching him breed me instead of my husband.
It took a lot of cajoling, but Takeshi stayed home with the kids. We just couldn’t do all the fucking we wanted to with them around. We promised to take videos of absolutely everything, and he still watches those videos to this day. He had been desperate to watch my bull put a baby in me, and it wasn’t until I reminded him how much I loved him for sacrificing his happiness for my own that he started to feel okay about staying home. It didn’t hurt that I told him that, once the morning sickness passed, he could fuck my ass every night if he wanted. I may have liked fucking my bull a lot more than fucking my husband, but I did still want us to have an active, exciting sex life too. I owed him that much. And, of course, I still needed some action on the nights when I couldn’t be with Mike. Kesh and I had come a long way since we’d half-heartedly fuck every week or two.
But there was nothing half-hearted about the fucking I got from Mike. I thought between us, Cai and I were going to give him a heart attack, he was so worn out from all the fucking we were doing. But the thought of impregnating his adorable young bride and breeding a married woman at the same time inspired him and he seemed to always manage to get hard again.
I went home to my ****** tired and sore and blissfully happy, with enough sperm in my womb to repopulate the Earth. Kesh had been jerking off constantly, thinking about Mike breeding me, but he held off for the last two days so he’d have an extra big load built up to shoot across my belly. It was his way of giving his newly-bred wife his blessing.
Two weeks later, Cai’s period didn’t come. And mine did. I cried when I saw the first few drops of blood. By that point, I wanted another baby so badly. I wondered if I would have been as upset if it had been my husband trying to get me pregnant. But he was so wonderful and supportive. He dried my tears and reminded me it took months for him to get me pregnant the second time, and even Mike wasn’t always going to get me immediately.
He called Mike and gently broke the news, and then told him firmly that he needed to keep breeding me until I was pregnant with his baby. I didn’t hear Mike’s response, just Kesh said back to him, “If it takes a year, I won’t touch her for a year. I’ll do anything to give my wife what she needs, and right now she needs to have your baby growing inside of her.”
I had tears in my eyes, I was so in love with Takeshi at that moment. I rewarded him as best I could, teasing him with my naked body any time the kids weren’t around, and letting him jerk off onto my tits while he told me how much he wanted my bull to breed me. And I tried to get Mike to breed me in my bed as often as possible, so my husband could watch and encourage us. But he was reluctant to leave his sexy, pregnant bride for a night, so I’d more often go over to his place, and Kesh had to settle for me describing the fucking I got in detail while he ate my pussy. The breeding sex was also that much hotter with Cai lounging around naked, her belly swollen with a half-sibling for the baby I was trying for.
It was a blissful five months of breeding before my periods finally stopped coming. Everyone was overjoyed that I was pregnant with Mike’s baby — my husband, my bull, his wife, we were all a big happy ******. I told everyone excitedly it wasn’t my husband’s, and Takeshi did the same. After the last baby, no one was surprised.
Just like the time before, I savored every moment of being pregnant with my bull’s baby. I rarely wore anything that covered up my baby bump, and when the kids were asleep, I got naked immediately so Kesh could lust after my pregnant body. Made pregnant by someone other than him. I know pregnancy can be rough on some women, but I always felt so sexy, so womanly, so complete. I still breastfed my two-year-old, and I loved holding the first baby Mike gave me against my belly where her brother or sister was growing.
And I wasn’t the only one enjoying being pregnant. Cai and I were still fascinated by each other’s bodies — she was so thin that her baby bump was obvious from very early on, and by the time I was pregnant, her belly was bulging out obscenely from her skinny frame. Whereas I already had wide hips and full breasts from three previous pregnancies, so this one just accentuated all of my curves.
But we weren’t the only ones who were pregnant. Kate got knocked up in a gangbang this time, with Ray’s love and encouragement. All Indian men this time, so the baby would have dark skin, so everyone knew it wasn’t Ray’s, and straight hair, so everyone would know her two kids had different fathers. She and Ray weren’t sure how many they wanted, but they were set on them looking as different from each other as possible. Ray beamed with pride as he told us he wanted the whole world to know what a slut his wife was.
I was tempted to try a gangbang myself, just so Kate couldn’t claim she was the sluttier sister. But my heart belonged to Kesh and my body belonged to Mike. That was enough.
So when Cai gave birth to her beautiful firstborn, Mike took a break for a while, as he was home doting on her. Thankfully, I had Takeshi doting on me during the second half of my pregnancy, and I was so hard up I even encouraged him to fuck my pussy. He said the feeling of being inside my pussy while another man’s baby grew in my womb was magical. I teased him and said maybe that’s the only time he should have access to my pussy.
Kate and I had our babies a week apart, and when my baby’s father and his wife came to visit us in the hospital, Cai gleefully announced she was pregnant again, which means Mike got her only three months after giving birth. She confided to me that she was eager to get pregnant again and that she might never use birth control again, and just have as many of Mike’s babies as her body could handle. Takeshi ribbed him about having his hands full changing diapers, but I just pointed out that I knew how much Mike loved making babies, and no one disagreed. Cai was pregnant with his sixth kid in four years — two from me, one each from Kate and Carrie, and now two with his wife.
I took a break from sex for three months after giving birth, but I still felt sexy breastfeeding my bull’s baby while my husband told me how glad he was another man got me pregnant again. And before that three months was up, Carrie and Raf announced they were having another baby — her second, his first. I was happy for them, of course, but I couldn’t help but feel that a wife having her husband’s baby was, well, kinda boring.
So what I did next probably isn’t surprising. We all got together at the beach house, for the first time in a while, Carrie and Cai already starting to show, Cai Kate and I were all nursing our babies, five older kids running around, all half-siblings on one side or the other. My kids by my husband were six and eight at this point, and old enough to know where babies come from, and old enough to suspect what Mommy did with Uncle Mike when we went into the bedroom. But they doted on their younger siblings, and their “cousins” (meaning the four half-siblings Mike had sired with three other women, and Kate and Carrie’s other babies who weren’t at all related but were still part of the ******.) Kesh and I were very content with our four kids — two boys, two girls, two his, two Mike’s, and that could have been a very happy ending to the story.
But the first night at the beach house, kids slumbering in odd spots around and outside of the house, every non-pregnant adult with a glass of wine in their hand, I slipped out of my bathing suit and stood naked in front of my group of friends.
“You all might remember a night in this house where Takeshi asserted very emphatically that Mike owned my body, and that my bull could breed me whenever he saw fit. And I’m eternally grateful that he did because we have a beautiful baby boy to show for it.” Mild applause and cheers from the crowd.
“But after giving birth, I had a choice. I could stop at four kids, maybe get my tubes tied, and Mike could keep fucking me or bring things to a close like he did with Carrie.” I tried not to notice the pained look of regret on Carrie’s face. “Or I could go back on the pill until Mike tells me to stop, and he can breed me again.”
I took a deep breath and ran my hands across my breasts and my belly, just making sure everyone got a good look at my body before I told them who it truly belonged to. Me.
“I choose neither.” There were murmurs from the group, as they wondered where this was going.
“I’m not going back on the pill. I’m never going back on the pill. I’m never going to use any protection of any kind for the rest of my life. I’m 34, I may not have that many more fertile years but want to make the most of them. I loved those months when Mike was breeding me for the second time, knowing every time he came inside me it could be making a baby. I want that feeling to last as long as possible. So for the next six, seven, maybe ten years, the only sex I have with my bull is going to be breeding sex.
“Takeshi asked Mike to breed me the first time without talking to me about it because he knew what he wanted. I haven’t talked to Kesh about this until just now, but I know what he needs. He’s been a wonderful father to Mike’s babies and his own, and we can afford a few more.”
Kesh just smiled warmly. I kneeled in front of him and lay my hand across his pants, where his penis was erect thinking about all of this.
“I thought about making you get a vasectomy, so we can have a regular sex life without any chance of my having your baby instead of my bull’s. But I came up with something better. You can fuck my ass whenever you want, but your dick isn’t going to touch my pussy unless I’m pregnant. Every time I fuck my bull, his sperm is going to flood my womb like nature intended, and every time I fuck my husband, I’m going to shit out your sperm and flush it away. No vasectomy, and no condoms. I love the idea that you could get me pregnant any time you want, but you’re going to willingly restrain yourself so another man can breed me over and over.”
If he was the slightest bit embarrassed about any of this — my eagerness to have another baby by my bull, my controlling his sex life, my telling our friends exactly where his dick was or wasn’t going to go, he didn’t show it. He just clasped his hand over mine (which was still clasped over his dick, as if to say, look how excited I am by all this.)
“At any point, you can break the rules if you decide to. You can fuck your wife, shoot your sperm into my womb, try and get me pregnant instead of letting another man have that privilege. But I don’t think you will.”
Kesh just smiled ruefully. “Probably not. You know how much I love watching your bull breed you.” We both stood up and he kissed me. His arms wrapped around me, and he squeezed my ass with both hands. “And we both know how much I love fucking that sexy ass of yours.”
I gazed into my husband’s eyes. “I am madly in love with you, you know that, right?”
He gazed back. “Of course. And you know I’d do anything for you. If Mike breeding you makes you happy, I hope he puts a baby in you every year.”
As hard as raising that many kids would have been, I secretly wished for the same thing. As it is, it took a year and a half for Mike to get me again. We weren’t trying as hard as we did the first two times. I stopped keeping track of my cycle, sometimes he’d pull out or shoot his cum into my mouth until it was running down my chin. We just fucked whenever we wanted to, however, we wanted to, completely carefree and governed solely by our lust for each other’s bodies, which only increased with each passing year.
Cai, on the other hand, got pregnant with a third baby six months after the second. I honestly think Mike did finally get me pregnant because he was fucking me more and her less after that third baby – they both needed a break.
And once it was confirmed I was pregnant, and that my bull’s babies were going to outnumber my husband’s in our household, Rafael surprised us by stripping Carrie naked one night at the beach house, and announcing that he wanted Mike to breed her again. He was glad the two of them had a baby of their own, but they both missed “the lifestyle,” and every time they talked about having another child, they got more excited about another breeding than boring old husband-and-wife sex, until they finally acknowledged that this is what they both needed.
Rafael gave more or less the same speech Takeshi had given a few years earlier, about Mike owning her body, and breeding her when he wanted to. He wasted no time — he fucked Carrie right in front of us, twice in a row without hardly slowing down, while we all cheered them on and Raf held his wife’s hand while telling her bull to plant a baby in her belly.
I suspect Mike wanted to teach them a lesson for leaving and coming back because he took ownership of Carrie’s body more seriously than he had with me. He put two more loads of sperm into her fertile womb the next morning, then before allowing her to get dressed, sat her in a wooden chair in the kitchen, topless, where even the kids could see, and brandishing a pair of clippers, shaved one side of her head. The conservative mom haircut she adopted shortly after dumping Mike the first time was gone, and frankly, she looked much younger and sexier with the new look. Mike instructed Rafael (addressing him only as “cuck”) to shave her to the skin at least once a week if Mike wasn’t available to do it and to keep her pussy smooth for him. Raf just nodded mutely, and we could all see how he was both humbled and excited by Mike taking control.
By the end of the week, Carrie had two silver bars through her nipples, and by the end of the month, she had a tattoo over her pussy that said “slut wife,” and another that was mercifully PG-rated, just intertwining vines wrapped around her upper arm. Carrie loved showing off her new ink, and Raf made a point of telling Mike in front of us how sexy he thought the one over her pussy was.
And three months later, Rafael was proudly waving around a pregnancy test. Carrie was over the moon that she was pregnant again by her bull, and confided to me that while she was glad she had a baby with her husband, she was in no hurry to go back to boring monogamy no matter what Raf thought about it. Funny enough, Raf told Kesh around the same time that bringing a bull back into their lives had reinvigorated their marriage, and even when she was pregnant with his kid he couldn’t help fantasizing about Mike breeding her again.
So with Carrie and I both successfully bred by our bull, and Cai busy with three little ones, everybody was happy. Leave it to Kate to add one more twist to our fucked-up extended ******.
“So, Ray and I decided we want our next baby to be half Asian. And I thought it’d be kinda funny if Kesh did it.”
“Did it… you mean you want my husband to get you pregnant?”
“Sure. I mean, we know he makes cute babies. He’s already ******. And I love the idea that he’s never going to get you pregnant even though you’re a baby factory. He can knock me up while you're getting ready to give him another little bastard that isn’t his! You’ve been bred by Mike three times now, I think you owe your poor husband one!”
What else could I do? I told my husband I wanted him to knock up my sister, and that’s not even the most fucked-up thing we’ve ever done. If you had told me ten years ago when I was pregnant with my first child, that I’d have more kids by another man than by my husband, I’d encourage him to impregnate my sister, and we’d be more happily married than ever, I would have thought you were crazy. But I wouldn’t go back for anything.
There is one problem, though. I’m 36 and pregnant with my fifth baby, and I have no doubt Mike will get me one or two more times before I’m done. Cai had three babies in three years, and she’s not even 30 — she’s got plenty of babymaking years left. Kate has two and Kesh is about to give her a third. Carrie’s pregnant with her third, and I suspect Mike’s going to keep aggressively breeding her just to see how much she and Raf can take.
So for those of you keeping score, that’s eleven kids and three more on the way — three by my husband, one by Carrie’s, one father unknown, and nine by our favorite bull, and none of us want him to stop breeding us any time soon. Which means only one thing…
We’re going to need a bigger beach house!
Of course, our friends and families knew the story. That my husband Takeshi was a willing and eager cuckold, who asked another man to be my bull, taking control over my body, fucking me whenever he wanted to, and eventually giving me a baby. It caused surprisingly little friction that Mike, the bull he chose, was also my sister Kate’s bull, and had impregnated her as well, with her husband Ray’s blessing. And no sooner was I pregnant, than our friend Carrie and her husband Rafael felt left out, and asked Mike to give her a baby as well.
It made things a lot easier, as the “triplets” always had a playmate, and all three couples had a reliable babysitter to take the kids for a night so daddy could watch mommy getting railed all night. For a while, I had a standing “date night” with my bull once a week, as he had Kate and Carrie to satisfy, and we were pretty sure he saw other women on the side too. But the rest of the week, Kesh and I had better sex than we ever had before Mike came into the picture.
We had started with the passion in our marriage most young couples have, but by the time I had our second kid, I was tired all the time, and we were kind of bored with each other. We’d have half-hearted sex every week or two, and I usually dressed in mom jeans and blouses buttoned up to the top. (Although to be fair, I had no qualms about whipping a boob out to breastfeed, which I had been doing continuously since the first baby.) But now I found myself wearing crop tops and skirts. I had a ring through my clit (we decided against nipple rings because I was always breastfeeding). My husband’s average-sized penis and relatively quick staying power couldn’t compare to my muscular, well-hung bull, of course. But he was a handsome man, who I loved, and I found myself far more enthusiastic about sex with him than I had been in years.
Granted, after Mike stretched out my pussy three times in a night, it was usually a few days before I could even feel my husband’s dick. But it was much more suckable than Mike’s monster, and five and a half inches was just the right size for my asshole. There’s no way I could take Mike’s 9 inches up my ass without a trip to the hospital, but I started to relish getting anal from my husband to the point where he rarely fucked my pussy anymore, just licked me to one orgasm after another (and usually licked me clean after my bull was through with me.)
And Takeshi confessed that he never came harder than when my bull’s massive cock was stretching my pussy out. He said the greatest sexual experience of his life wasn’t any time he had sex himself, it was cumming all over his hand while he watched my bull fuck a baby into me. Now that’s a loving, devoted husband.
Kesh and I went back and forth on whether Mike should breed me again (funny enough, the subject of my husband getting me pregnant himself never came up), but we agreed we didn’t want two babies in a row, so I was going to back on the pill for at least a year before we decided anything.
And before the year was up, Kate managed to shock us again. She had broken things off with Mike. She adored our bull and loved fucking him, but Ray insisted that none of their children were going to have the same father, and he didn’t want to take a chance on Mike knocking her up again. They could have used condoms, but all three of them agreed Mike’s big cock was made for breeding, and it would be sacrilege to wrap it up.
I thought it was crazy how seriously they took all of this, but I had no plans of using condoms with him either. And with my sister suddenly out of the picture, Mike ended up coming over to fuck me more often. Over two or three nights a week, Kesh would end up licking seven or eight loads of sperm out of my pussy. I was in heaven. (So was Carrie, who was getting it just as often as I was and loving every second.)
But everything changed when Mike met Cai. 24-year-old American-born Vietnamese girl, long legs, hair down to her ass, so skinny I couldn’t believe his dick even fit inside of her. They were crazy about each other, and I was worried about losing my bull for good. But she was into the fact that he had knocked up three married women and our husbands had asked him to do it. She encouraged him to keep up the bull lifestyle, so long as he made time for her. And while Cai loved fucking him as much as we did, he did leave her sore afterward, so every so often she needed a break and would send him over to fuck me or Carrie.
Eventually, the two of them bought out Susan and Tom’s slot in the beach house, as they had decided our sexual antics were too “out there” for their taste, and drifted out of our friend group. We settled into a new summer routine where all three couples were there nearly every weekend, and we all took the same two-week vacation together. Sleeping arrangements were a little cramped, but our older kids made an adventure of sleeping in a tent in front of the house, and we could stick the babies’ cribs anywhere.
The adults usually piled into one bedroom so Mike could fuck whichever woman (or women) he chose while the husbands watched. Then he’d sleep with his wife on one side of him, and Carrie and I taking turns on the other side. The other one of us would share a bed with the two cuckolds, who by tradition couldn’t fuck any of us at the beach house, and could only eat pussy if it was full of Mike’s cum. They both fucking loved it.
We’d take the kids to the beach by day, wearing the tiniest swimsuits we could find, and taunting our husbands with our sexy bodies that were off-limits to two of the three. Mike would often take one of us back to the house for a slow, intense fuck, knowing it was driving the other wives crazy that they were missing out, and driving the other husbands crazy that they didn’t get to watch.
It was the best summer of all of our lives. Fall and winter were busier, so I’d have occasional sex with my husband, and Mike might visit once a week or two. It started to feel like boring old normal life, even with me cuckolding my husband with a bull, and breastfeeding the baby my bull had given me while my husband looked on adoringly.
Then came spring. We always made an occasion of reopening the beach house. It was too cold to go into the water, but the kids were always excited about taking stuff out of storage and playing in the sand. Kate joined us — pregnant with a second baby by a second bull — and it felt like old times. Especially once the kids were all asleep, the wine started pouring, and Mike started kissing Carrie and me in front of our husbands, then casually groping our breasts or grabbing our asses.
Takeshi made a toast, “to another summer of our wives getting fucked often and well!”
Rafael raised his glass, “And to Mike! The hardest-working bull in town, keeping three ladies satisfied night after night!”
“Three that you know about!” Mike grinned and everyone laughed. His wife punched him playfully.
I refilled my glass and held it up. “And to Ray! If he were able to satisfy my sister even the tiniest bit, she wouldn’t have needed a bull, and Carrie and I would probably still be faithful to our husbands!”
Ray blushed, but he laughed along with everyone else.
“Well we wouldn’t want that!” said Takeshi, putting his arm around me.
I kissed his neck, and then whispered, “Mike is going to fuck me so hard tonight.” I squeezed his crotch, and of course, he was already getting stiff.
Finally, it was the bull’s turn to make a toast. “First of all, you all mean a great deal to me. Carrie and Lucy, you know how much I love fucking you both. Katie, I miss being with you, and I wish things had worked out. Takeshi, Rafael… I am in awe of what loving, supportive husbands you are to your wives, and what wonderful fathers you are to my children. Not many men have the strength to watch their wives breed in front of them and raise another man’s baby without an ounce of jealousy. Your wives are very lucky to have you… and I’m very lucky to have your wives!”
More laughter and we all took a drink. But Mike wasn’t finished.
“But no one here means more to me than Cai. I’m madly in love with her.” He kissed her passionately, and when he broke the kiss, she stage-whispered, “Should I tell them?”
She turned to the rest of us with a big grin on her face and held out her hand to show off a diamond ring. “Mike asked me to marry him!”
There was a round of squealing and cheers and hugs and glasses raised and wine downed.
“We didn’t want to wait, so we’re getting married this summer. And we’re going to spend our honeymoon trying for a baby!”
More squealing, more hugs. Cai took Carrie and I by the hands and squeezed them tight. “I want you to know, this doesn’t change anything between you and Mike. I love that my husband’s such a stud that married men want him to fuck their wives. He might have a little less free time once we have a baby in the house, but he’s still going to keep being your bull.
“We had talked about going away for our honeymoon, but instead we’re going to spend the two weeks at the beach house, all together, and Mike’s going to breed both of you again. We’ll all be pregnant at the same time! Our babies will all grow up together!”
There were no squeals this time, as Carrie and I fell silent. Kesh and I had gone back and forth about whether four kids was too many, and while I fantasized about my bull breeding me again, I also thought it might be nice to give my husband another chance. I thought Kesh and I would get to decide before I got pregnant again. Or at least that Mike would tell me himself. But instead Cai just casually told us, as if it had already been decided and we had no say in it.
Did we have a say in it? Kesh had been so enthusiastic about being cuckolded so far, was he going to turn around and say no to Mike? And was I? Logically, rationally, it didn’t make sense to have another baby that wasn’t my husband’s. I’m sure I could write him a letter and lay out all the reasons I had to say no. But face to face with his dark skin, his rippling muscles, that massive cock that sent me to a delirious place of pure lust? My brain wanted to slow down, have a long talk with my husband, and let us both come to our senses. My body wanted to pounce on top of Mike, ride his cock, and beg him to fill my womb with his seed.
The same thoughts were running through Carrie’s head, because while she was clearly flushed, and not just from the wine, she gave Mike a pleading look and quietly said, “I think I should talk this over with Raf first.”
Mike smiled warmly. “Look, I know I’m putting you all on the spot here. But these decisions should be made by the heart, and in the moment, that’s when you’re most honest about what you want deep down.” He looked past Carrie, past me, and to my husband.
“Kesh. Do you like it when I fuck your wife?”
Kesh smiled nervously. “I think we all know that I do.”
Mike put an arm around my waist and casually slipped my tank top over my head. He cupped my bare breast with one hand and toyed with my nipple piercing. “Do you like to watch when I fuck your wife?”
The smile disappeared from my husband’s face, but he looked into my eyes lovingly and said, “Yes.”
Mike unzipped my shorts and slid them and my panties down. He covered my pussy with his other hand and started rubbing me gently with his middle finger. I was soaking wet, as he knew I would be.
“Deep down… if you’re being honest with yourself… do you want my cock in her pussy… or yours?”
The room was silent as Kesh looked at me for a long moment. He drank in the sight of my nude body as Mike squeezed my breast, ran his hand along my belly, so recently full with his child, and slid his hand along my hip, up to my side, and back to my breast. He kissed my neck, and all the while fingered my pussy. I found myself frozen to the spot, unable to speak. I knew I shouldn’t want this, to be treated as an object, for him to handle as he pleased and show off his dominance. But it’s what I was. He was my bull, and my body did belong to him.
And my husband knew it too. I expected Kesh to answer nervously, his mouth dry, but he looked me in the eyes and very clearly said, “The only reason you’ve ever fucked her, the only reason you bred her, the only reason you’re touching her right now, is because I want it that way. I want you to own my wife’s body, I want you to use her whenever you see fit, I want you to fuck her better than I can, to make her cum harder than I can, to keep her pussy stretched and sore as often as possible.
“If you want to breed her again… that isn’t up to me. I love Lucy, heart and soul, but her body belongs to you. If she isn’t ready for another baby, I expect you to respect that. But I will love and care for any baby she has, whether it’s mine, yours, or someone else’s.”
I gazed back into my husband’s eyes. I’d never completely understand why he wanted this as badly as he did, but I wasn’t going to deny him what he wanted. “I love you more than anything.” It was about as romantic a moment as you could imagine between husband and wife, at least while another man was finger-fucking the wife in front of a group of people.
“And Lucy, who does your body belong to?” Mike whispered in my ear.
“To my bull, and not my husband,” I whispered in a breathy voice, staring Kesh in the eyes.
Mike leaned in and bit my breast, hard. I cried out, but it came out sounding like a moan of pleasure.
“And what can I do with your body?”
I leaned into him, feeling his muscular body pressed against mine, his beautiful cock straining against his pants and pressing into the small of my back.
“Anything.”
“Takeshi. Monday morning, call your wife’s doctor and cancel her birth control. Make it clear to the doctor that another man, and not you, is going to be impregnating your wife. Her body is now off limits to you, apart from your tongue. You will both sleep naked, as I want you to have a constant reminder of your wife’s beautiful, sexy body and that you willingly surrendered her to me. But you will not penetrate her again until I’ve bred her successfully and her morning sickness passes.”
Takeshi’s eyes were wide, but he just nodded. The tent his little dick was making in his swimsuit was starting to get a wet spot.
He then turned to Carrie and Rafael, who had put his arm around his wife’s waist while they listened to the whole exchange. “Lucy and Kesh understand what this relationship is and how it works. I just want to make sure you two do.”
Mike gently pulled Carrie away from her husband and into his arms. She was still wearing a bikini from the beach, and it only took a few quick motions to fling both top and bottom across the room. He held her as he had held me, pressed into her from behind, holding her breast, fingering her pussy. Like me, she made no move to resist.
“As long as I am your wife’s bull, her body belongs to me. When I want to fuck her, I fuck her. When I want to share her with you, I do, and when I want her off limits to you, she will be. And if I want to breed her, she’ll have my baby. I need to know that you understand that.”
Carrie and Rafael silently gazed into each other’s eyes, both trying to read how far the other one was willing to take things. Raf was eager to have Carrie bred the first time and never showed a moment’s hesitation. But this whole thing about owning our bodies, breeding us any time he wanted to… that all felt new. More intense. And even as I saw the doubt crossing across Carrie’s face, I knew it was what I wanted. Needed, even.
But Carrie and her husband hadn’t given their bull an answer.
“Look, I’m going to be straight with you. I’m getting married. I’m going to start having kids of my own. Cai encouraged me to continue being a bull, but if I’m going to take time away from my ****** to do that, I need to know that the woman I’m fucking, and the husband I’m cuckolding, are all in.”
He rubbed Carrie’s pussy, spreading her lips wide for her husband to see. “Raf, when you look at your wife’s pussy, do you fantasize about your dick going into her? Or mine?”
He looked from Carrie’s pussy to her eyes and back, but made no answer. Somehow I knew Kesh would have blurted out “yours” with no hesitation.
Mike squeezed Carrie’s breast and ran his hand along her flat stomach. “If you ever feel like — even only sometimes — that you’d rather have your husband’s baby than mine… then all three of us are wasting our time here.”
I could see Carrie trembling as she tried to make words come out. “I… I think… I should probably have my husband’s baby… at least once.” The whole room exhaled now that she had said it out loud. Mike let him slide out of his embrace as she turned to face him. “And… on our schedule. I don’t think we’re ready to have two in a row.” She kissed him quickly. “I’m sorry. You know I love fucking you. You know Raf loves when I fuck you. I just… it’s too much.”
Mike raised her hand to his lips and gently kissed it. “I understand completely. Look, no hard feelings at all, I want you two to be happy, whether I’m your bull or not. We’ll always be friends, I’ll always be the father of your firstborn. And if you ever decide you need to be bred by a bull, after all, the door’s always open.”
Mike said there were no hard feelings, and there mostly weren’t. But I noticed he made a point of fucking me when Carrie or Rafael were in the room. The other adults spent most of their time on kid duty, and if Mike wasn’t fucking me, he had a hand on my ass, or my tits or his tongue was in my mouth. He kept me in a constant state of arousal, and it was impossible to notice the longing looks on Carrie’s face. Rafael’s too.
I understood them drawing the line at a bull breeding her whenever he felt like it. But I also understood all too well what they were giving up, and how intensely aware of that they both were. Carrie was walking away from the best sex of her life. And Rafael was giving up, well, whatever cucks got out of this whole scene. He’d be the only man fucking his wife again, but she was going from sexy, uninhibited slut, to boring monogamy. I felt bad for both of them.
It was a long two months, waiting for Mike and Cai’s wedding and for the birth control to get out of my system, and not getting any sex from my husband or my bull to not get pregnant ahead of schedule. Once I was fertile and unprotected, my hormones kicked in and I was desperately horny. I kept Kesh busy eating my pussy, usually more than once a day, and even then I found my hand between my legs constantly. I hardly saw Mike, but he’d call me and tell me in detail how he was going to fuck a baby into my fertile womb, and I usually got myself off just listening to his voice and fantasizing about him breeding me again.
Naturally, Kesh didn’t fuck me or even touch me with his dick. Any time he was horny, I had him shoot his sperm all over my belly, and I’d tease him about how a real man’s sperm was going to go inside my womb, and soon my flat stomach would be swollen with my bull’s baby and not his. That kind of talk always drove him wild, and he came all over my belly or my tits so often I stopped bothering to clean myself up. Once I went out for a run with his sperm running down my cleavage and across my belly and I know at least a few people noticed. But the sluttier I got, the more my husband loved me.
Which was a good thing, because the weeks flew by, and soon it was time for me to get knocked up by another man again. Mike and Cai’s wedding was picture-perfect. The bride wore a backless, sleeveless dress that showed off a lot of her slender figure while still looking elegant and respectable. And to be fair, she was respectable — she was about to become a loving, faithful wife. I was the adulterous slut who was letting another man breed me.
I stayed with them in the honeymoon suite, but we all agreed it was Cai’s night. So Mike fucked his new bride over and over, and I was just there for inspiration. Showing off my naked body, talking dirty about how her belly was going to swell up with his baby. And sucking Mike’s beautiful cock back to hardness in between sessions. After he fucked Cai for the second time, I impulsively crawled between Cai’s legs and gave her pussy a little kiss, telling her that her husband’s sperm was making a baby inside her right at that moment.
I had never touched another woman, or even really considered it. But I found myself turned on looking at Cai’s pussy, glistening wet with arousal, stretched wide open and leaking my bull’s sperm. Kesh loved doing this, so how bad could it be? And besides, I savored the taste of my bull’s sperm no matter where I found it. I found myself devouring Cai’s clit until she had an orgasm, and I loved hearing her moan and feeling her body shake. It was different from making a man come, but no less satisfying.
I slid up next to her on the bed and kissed her, pushing a drop of her husband’s sperm into her mouth, which she greedily accepted. We held each other, kissing and roaming our hands over each other’s bodies, as Mike spooned her from behind and slid his cock back into her. The two of them enjoyed a long, lazy fuck, and Cai fingered me to an orgasm, although what pushed me over the edge was the thought of her slender body swelling up with Mike’s baby, and the fact that I’d get my turn soon enough.
The next morning, the bride and groom fucked one more time, and I licked them both clean afterward. Cai and I showered together, caressing each other and delighting in the idea that both of our bodies would be swelling up with the same man’s baby before too long.
We drove to the cabin, and spent the next two weeks there, eating, drinking, sleeping, fucking. Cai and I stayed naked the whole time, only leaving the cabin to sneak out to the beach at night after it was closed. Mike only put on shorts and sandals when he had to make the occasional trip to the corner grocery. I respected that the wedding night belonged to the bride, but I made sure Mike’s cock was inside me within two minutes of stepping into the cabin. It had been six weeks since I had been fucked, and I was gagging for it.
As with my first breeding, the sex was electric, as I was hyper-conscious of the fact that I was fertile and unprotected and we were fucking to make a baby. And it was a new kind of excitement that my bull’s wife was watching him breed me instead of my husband.
It took a lot of cajoling, but Takeshi stayed home with the kids. We just couldn’t do all the fucking we wanted to with them around. We promised to take videos of absolutely everything, and he still watches those videos to this day. He had been desperate to watch my bull put a baby in me, and it wasn’t until I reminded him how much I loved him for sacrificing his happiness for my own that he started to feel okay about staying home. It didn’t hurt that I told him that, once the morning sickness passed, he could fuck my ass every night if he wanted. I may have liked fucking my bull a lot more than fucking my husband, but I did still want us to have an active, exciting sex life too. I owed him that much. And, of course, I still needed some action on the nights when I couldn’t be with Mike. Kesh and I had come a long way since we’d half-heartedly fuck every week or two.
But there was nothing half-hearted about the fucking I got from Mike. I thought between us, Cai and I were going to give him a heart attack, he was so worn out from all the fucking we were doing. But the thought of impregnating his adorable young bride and breeding a married woman at the same time inspired him and he seemed to always manage to get hard again.
I went home to my ****** tired and sore and blissfully happy, with enough sperm in my womb to repopulate the Earth. Kesh had been jerking off constantly, thinking about Mike breeding me, but he held off for the last two days so he’d have an extra big load built up to shoot across my belly. It was his way of giving his newly-bred wife his blessing.
Two weeks later, Cai’s period didn’t come. And mine did. I cried when I saw the first few drops of blood. By that point, I wanted another baby so badly. I wondered if I would have been as upset if it had been my husband trying to get me pregnant. But he was so wonderful and supportive. He dried my tears and reminded me it took months for him to get me pregnant the second time, and even Mike wasn’t always going to get me immediately.
He called Mike and gently broke the news, and then told him firmly that he needed to keep breeding me until I was pregnant with his baby. I didn’t hear Mike’s response, just Kesh said back to him, “If it takes a year, I won’t touch her for a year. I’ll do anything to give my wife what she needs, and right now she needs to have your baby growing inside of her.”
I had tears in my eyes, I was so in love with Takeshi at that moment. I rewarded him as best I could, teasing him with my naked body any time the kids weren’t around, and letting him jerk off onto my tits while he told me how much he wanted my bull to breed me. And I tried to get Mike to breed me in my bed as often as possible, so my husband could watch and encourage us. But he was reluctant to leave his sexy, pregnant bride for a night, so I’d more often go over to his place, and Kesh had to settle for me describing the fucking I got in detail while he ate my pussy. The breeding sex was also that much hotter with Cai lounging around naked, her belly swollen with a half-sibling for the baby I was trying for.
It was a blissful five months of breeding before my periods finally stopped coming. Everyone was overjoyed that I was pregnant with Mike’s baby — my husband, my bull, his wife, we were all a big happy ******. I told everyone excitedly it wasn’t my husband’s, and Takeshi did the same. After the last baby, no one was surprised.
Just like the time before, I savored every moment of being pregnant with my bull’s baby. I rarely wore anything that covered up my baby bump, and when the kids were asleep, I got naked immediately so Kesh could lust after my pregnant body. Made pregnant by someone other than him. I know pregnancy can be rough on some women, but I always felt so sexy, so womanly, so complete. I still breastfed my two-year-old, and I loved holding the first baby Mike gave me against my belly where her brother or sister was growing.
And I wasn’t the only one enjoying being pregnant. Cai and I were still fascinated by each other’s bodies — she was so thin that her baby bump was obvious from very early on, and by the time I was pregnant, her belly was bulging out obscenely from her skinny frame. Whereas I already had wide hips and full breasts from three previous pregnancies, so this one just accentuated all of my curves.
But we weren’t the only ones who were pregnant. Kate got knocked up in a gangbang this time, with Ray’s love and encouragement. All Indian men this time, so the baby would have dark skin, so everyone knew it wasn’t Ray’s, and straight hair, so everyone would know her two kids had different fathers. She and Ray weren’t sure how many they wanted, but they were set on them looking as different from each other as possible. Ray beamed with pride as he told us he wanted the whole world to know what a slut his wife was.
I was tempted to try a gangbang myself, just so Kate couldn’t claim she was the sluttier sister. But my heart belonged to Kesh and my body belonged to Mike. That was enough.
So when Cai gave birth to her beautiful firstborn, Mike took a break for a while, as he was home doting on her. Thankfully, I had Takeshi doting on me during the second half of my pregnancy, and I was so hard up I even encouraged him to fuck my pussy. He said the feeling of being inside my pussy while another man’s baby grew in my womb was magical. I teased him and said maybe that’s the only time he should have access to my pussy.
Kate and I had our babies a week apart, and when my baby’s father and his wife came to visit us in the hospital, Cai gleefully announced she was pregnant again, which means Mike got her only three months after giving birth. She confided to me that she was eager to get pregnant again and that she might never use birth control again, and just have as many of Mike’s babies as her body could handle. Takeshi ribbed him about having his hands full changing diapers, but I just pointed out that I knew how much Mike loved making babies, and no one disagreed. Cai was pregnant with his sixth kid in four years — two from me, one each from Kate and Carrie, and now two with his wife.
I took a break from sex for three months after giving birth, but I still felt sexy breastfeeding my bull’s baby while my husband told me how glad he was another man got me pregnant again. And before that three months was up, Carrie and Raf announced they were having another baby — her second, his first. I was happy for them, of course, but I couldn’t help but feel that a wife having her husband’s baby was, well, kinda boring.
So what I did next probably isn’t surprising. We all got together at the beach house, for the first time in a while, Carrie and Cai already starting to show, Cai Kate and I were all nursing our babies, five older kids running around, all half-siblings on one side or the other. My kids by my husband were six and eight at this point, and old enough to know where babies come from, and old enough to suspect what Mommy did with Uncle Mike when we went into the bedroom. But they doted on their younger siblings, and their “cousins” (meaning the four half-siblings Mike had sired with three other women, and Kate and Carrie’s other babies who weren’t at all related but were still part of the ******.) Kesh and I were very content with our four kids — two boys, two girls, two his, two Mike’s, and that could have been a very happy ending to the story.
But the first night at the beach house, kids slumbering in odd spots around and outside of the house, every non-pregnant adult with a glass of wine in their hand, I slipped out of my bathing suit and stood naked in front of my group of friends.
“You all might remember a night in this house where Takeshi asserted very emphatically that Mike owned my body, and that my bull could breed me whenever he saw fit. And I’m eternally grateful that he did because we have a beautiful baby boy to show for it.” Mild applause and cheers from the crowd.
“But after giving birth, I had a choice. I could stop at four kids, maybe get my tubes tied, and Mike could keep fucking me or bring things to a close like he did with Carrie.” I tried not to notice the pained look of regret on Carrie’s face. “Or I could go back on the pill until Mike tells me to stop, and he can breed me again.”
I took a deep breath and ran my hands across my breasts and my belly, just making sure everyone got a good look at my body before I told them who it truly belonged to. Me.
“I choose neither.” There were murmurs from the group, as they wondered where this was going.
“I’m not going back on the pill. I’m never going back on the pill. I’m never going to use any protection of any kind for the rest of my life. I’m 34, I may not have that many more fertile years but want to make the most of them. I loved those months when Mike was breeding me for the second time, knowing every time he came inside me it could be making a baby. I want that feeling to last as long as possible. So for the next six, seven, maybe ten years, the only sex I have with my bull is going to be breeding sex.
“Takeshi asked Mike to breed me the first time without talking to me about it because he knew what he wanted. I haven’t talked to Kesh about this until just now, but I know what he needs. He’s been a wonderful father to Mike’s babies and his own, and we can afford a few more.”
Kesh just smiled warmly. I kneeled in front of him and lay my hand across his pants, where his penis was erect thinking about all of this.
“I thought about making you get a vasectomy, so we can have a regular sex life without any chance of my having your baby instead of my bull’s. But I came up with something better. You can fuck my ass whenever you want, but your dick isn’t going to touch my pussy unless I’m pregnant. Every time I fuck my bull, his sperm is going to flood my womb like nature intended, and every time I fuck my husband, I’m going to shit out your sperm and flush it away. No vasectomy, and no condoms. I love the idea that you could get me pregnant any time you want, but you’re going to willingly restrain yourself so another man can breed me over and over.”
If he was the slightest bit embarrassed about any of this — my eagerness to have another baby by my bull, my controlling his sex life, my telling our friends exactly where his dick was or wasn’t going to go, he didn’t show it. He just clasped his hand over mine (which was still clasped over his dick, as if to say, look how excited I am by all this.)
“At any point, you can break the rules if you decide to. You can fuck your wife, shoot your sperm into my womb, try and get me pregnant instead of letting another man have that privilege. But I don’t think you will.”
Kesh just smiled ruefully. “Probably not. You know how much I love watching your bull breed you.” We both stood up and he kissed me. His arms wrapped around me, and he squeezed my ass with both hands. “And we both know how much I love fucking that sexy ass of yours.”
I gazed into my husband’s eyes. “I am madly in love with you, you know that, right?”
He gazed back. “Of course. And you know I’d do anything for you. If Mike breeding you makes you happy, I hope he puts a baby in you every year.”
As hard as raising that many kids would have been, I secretly wished for the same thing. As it is, it took a year and a half for Mike to get me again. We weren’t trying as hard as we did the first two times. I stopped keeping track of my cycle, sometimes he’d pull out or shoot his cum into my mouth until it was running down my chin. We just fucked whenever we wanted to, however, we wanted to, completely carefree and governed solely by our lust for each other’s bodies, which only increased with each passing year.
Cai, on the other hand, got pregnant with a third baby six months after the second. I honestly think Mike did finally get me pregnant because he was fucking me more and her less after that third baby – they both needed a break.
And once it was confirmed I was pregnant, and that my bull’s babies were going to outnumber my husband’s in our household, Rafael surprised us by stripping Carrie naked one night at the beach house, and announcing that he wanted Mike to breed her again. He was glad the two of them had a baby of their own, but they both missed “the lifestyle,” and every time they talked about having another child, they got more excited about another breeding than boring old husband-and-wife sex, until they finally acknowledged that this is what they both needed.
Rafael gave more or less the same speech Takeshi had given a few years earlier, about Mike owning her body, and breeding her when he wanted to. He wasted no time — he fucked Carrie right in front of us, twice in a row without hardly slowing down, while we all cheered them on and Raf held his wife’s hand while telling her bull to plant a baby in her belly.
I suspect Mike wanted to teach them a lesson for leaving and coming back because he took ownership of Carrie’s body more seriously than he had with me. He put two more loads of sperm into her fertile womb the next morning, then before allowing her to get dressed, sat her in a wooden chair in the kitchen, topless, where even the kids could see, and brandishing a pair of clippers, shaved one side of her head. The conservative mom haircut she adopted shortly after dumping Mike the first time was gone, and frankly, she looked much younger and sexier with the new look. Mike instructed Rafael (addressing him only as “cuck”) to shave her to the skin at least once a week if Mike wasn’t available to do it and to keep her pussy smooth for him. Raf just nodded mutely, and we could all see how he was both humbled and excited by Mike taking control.
By the end of the week, Carrie had two silver bars through her nipples, and by the end of the month, she had a tattoo over her pussy that said “slut wife,” and another that was mercifully PG-rated, just intertwining vines wrapped around her upper arm. Carrie loved showing off her new ink, and Raf made a point of telling Mike in front of us how sexy he thought the one over her pussy was.
And three months later, Rafael was proudly waving around a pregnancy test. Carrie was over the moon that she was pregnant again by her bull, and confided to me that while she was glad she had a baby with her husband, she was in no hurry to go back to boring monogamy no matter what Raf thought about it. Funny enough, Raf told Kesh around the same time that bringing a bull back into their lives had reinvigorated their marriage, and even when she was pregnant with his kid he couldn’t help fantasizing about Mike breeding her again.
So with Carrie and I both successfully bred by our bull, and Cai busy with three little ones, everybody was happy. Leave it to Kate to add one more twist to our fucked-up extended ******.
“So, Ray and I decided we want our next baby to be half Asian. And I thought it’d be kinda funny if Kesh did it.”
“Did it… you mean you want my husband to get you pregnant?”
“Sure. I mean, we know he makes cute babies. He’s already ******. And I love the idea that he’s never going to get you pregnant even though you’re a baby factory. He can knock me up while you're getting ready to give him another little bastard that isn’t his! You’ve been bred by Mike three times now, I think you owe your poor husband one!”
What else could I do? I told my husband I wanted him to knock up my sister, and that’s not even the most fucked-up thing we’ve ever done. If you had told me ten years ago when I was pregnant with my first child, that I’d have more kids by another man than by my husband, I’d encourage him to impregnate my sister, and we’d be more happily married than ever, I would have thought you were crazy. But I wouldn’t go back for anything.
There is one problem, though. I’m 36 and pregnant with my fifth baby, and I have no doubt Mike will get me one or two more times before I’m done. Cai had three babies in three years, and she’s not even 30 — she’s got plenty of babymaking years left. Kate has two and Kesh is about to give her a third. Carrie’s pregnant with her third, and I suspect Mike’s going to keep aggressively breeding her just to see how much she and Raf can take.
So for those of you keeping score, that’s eleven kids and three more on the way — three by my husband, one by Carrie’s, one father unknown, and nine by our favorite bull, and none of us want him to stop breeding us any time soon. Which means only one thing…
We’re going to need a bigger beach house!
