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!
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