A lot of my friends thought I was crazy for marrying a girl with a kid while I was still in the middle of my 20s. But it was love at first sight with Ashley. Opposites attract. I was an Ivy League graduate who worked in book publishing; she described herself as “white trash” and met a lot of the stereotypes—born in a trailer, she and her siblings all had different fathers, she didn’t even know who hers was, and then she was knocked up in high school at 16 by some teenage dirtbag.
And yet after high school she came to the city, baby in tow, and made it on her own. She was a stripper, so not the noblest of professions, but she made good money, and instead of blowing it all on coke like the other dancers, she paid for babysitting and a decent apartment and made a little life for herself.
Then we met at a party and felt a spark immediately. She was cute and funny and bursting with energy and enthusiasm. The sex was off the charts—she was one of those rare and precious women who had neither physical nor psychological impediments to enjoying sex. She just dove right in with energy and enthusiasm and a hot little body she kept in shape from dancing every night.
But I never went to see her perform, and I think she liked that about me. I didn’t think of her as a stripper, or as the slutty girl who got knocked up in high school, I saw a future with her. And I was five years older, and made good money, so I was sure she saw a future with me. And her two-year-old, Brandy, charmed me immediately. We very quickly felt like a ******, and although she was just 21, she eagerly agreed to marry me.
It was a small wedding. I’m an only child, and her mother had overdosed on pain pills the year before. I included her half-brother as one of my groomsmen for the ceremony, and her half-sister was the maid of honor, but they were both ********, so we didn’t include them in the bachelor/bachelorette and I didn’t get to do more than exchange a few pleasantries.
So I didn’t get to meet her ****** until the following year when she wanted to go home for Christmas. And it was an experience.
For starters, with her mother dead, there was no ****** home to go back to. Her brother went off to work on a fishing boat in Alaska after their mom died, so we were just going back to visit Daisy, her teenage sister. She had been living with an aunt, but she had moved in with a guy shortly after our wedding.
“Isn’t she 17? Isn’t that a little young to move in with someone?”
“Well… he got her pregnant, so I guess it’s good he’s doing right by her.”
“Isn’t she a little young for that too?”
“Year older than I was.”
She had me there. I apologized for judging and told her I’d be happy to go visit for the holidays. She’d hardly seen her sister, and it was high time they got some time together. She hugged and kissed me, but then she squirmed away nervously and bit her lip.
“There’s more.”
I puzzled over that for a second. She’s already knocked up at 17, what more could there be?
“Her boyfriend… It’s Clyde.”
Clyde. The guy who had knocked Ashley up back in high school.
“He came back for your sister?”
“Or she went after him. She was always jealous of me, having boyfriends first, and having sex first. She used to follow him around like a puppy dog when we were kids.”
“Well… I mean… I guess at least he’s dating her.”
Ashley danced around telling me about Brandy’s father for a while. But once we got serious, she decided she had to tell me the whole story. Clyde was never her boyfriend. Just a shitkicker redneck who tried to fuck anything that walked. And he was tall, muscular, and ruggedly handsome (her words, not that I was that thrilled to hear them), so he usually got what he wanted.
Ashley never liked him, thought he was an arrogant prick, and knew he treated women like shit unless his dick happened to be inside them at the moment. Except.
“I just couldn’t say no to him. I don’t know what it is, chemistry or something. He’d make a drunken pass at me, and I’d say no, and push him away, but he’d kiss me anyway. I’d want to scream, but instead, I’d kiss him back, and get hotter and hotter, and before I knew I’d start unbuttoning my shirt. It was like I had no control over my own body. Once he whipped his dick out in the middle of a party, and before I knew it I was on my knees sucking it with a crowd of people watching. It was like I was hypnotized.
“He was never my boyfriend. We didn’t even hang out. He’d just show up and fuck me sometimes. More than once with Daisy on the other side of the door listening. And a couple of times in front of my friends. He’d just start taking my clothes off and everyone would just watch as he bent me over and shoved his big cock into me. I hated it and I loved it. I’d be burning up with embarrassment the whole time, but my pussy was also on fire.
“I remember one time after he came, he just zipped up and walked away without saying a word. Left me naked on the ground, with my friends laughing and telling me what a slut I was. I just kept saying “sorry, sorry” as I put my clothes on. But I wasn’t sorry at all. I sucked him off in the bathroom at school the next day. He shot his cum all down my cleavage, and I didn’t even clean it up, I just felt it running down my chest all through math class.
“And he never used a condom. I knew he was going to knock me up. Hell, he talked about how much he wanted to put a baby in me. And I didn’t want to get pregnant. But I never said no to him. I never asked him to pull out, I never tried to go on the pill, I just kept not saying no. And eventually, nature took its course. He kept fucking me through the first two trimesters, telling me how sexy I looked with his baby in my belly. And then once my belly got too big, he stopped coming around. I hardly saw him again, even after Brandy was born. He didn’t have any money, so there wasn’t any point in chasing him down for child support, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to marry him. So it’s just been me and Brandy until you came along.”
I listened to the story, horrified that this guy had just used the girl I loved as a slut, and tossed her aside. Except my dick was also painfully hard at the thought of the girl I loved being used as a slut and secretly loving it. I mean, she was a stripper, I didn’t have any illusions about her being a blushing virgin when we met. But letting him fuck her in front of other people, letting him fuck her without protection and not caring — we had always faithfully used condoms — Ashley had an even wilder side than I realized.
And I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I fantasized about being that guy, about fucking her whenever and wherever, about feeling her bare pussy wrapped around my cock and not caring if she got pregnant. It was an intense fantasy that inspired some incredible sex.
Except now we were meeting that fucking guy. For Christmas.
“So… are you sure you’re okay seeing Clyde again? After, you know, everything?”
“Look, I’m still pissed at him for knocking me up and not supporting his kid. But that’s way in the past. Everything worked out for me, I’m very happily married. I can put up with that asshole for Daisy’s sake.”
“That’s good to hear. But you also… I remember you telling me how you could never say no to the guy…”
“Ha! You’re worried I’m going to fuck him? What, you think he’s going to whip out his dick in front of his pregnant girlfriend and I’m just going to get on my knees and start sucking?”
“Well… that’s kind of how it happened before.”
She looked pissed, but I wasn’t lying.
“I was a dumb teenager then. I’m a married woman now. A happily married woman. I’m just going to see my sister, that’s all. I can handle Clyde.”
She was a little steamed after that conversation, but we never stayed mad at each other for long, and two nights later we were screwing each other’s brains out. But even while denying her interest in Clyde, I couldn’t get the scenario out of my head — him screwing her on all fours while her pregnant teenage sister looked on. While a real part of me was worried about how she’d act around her ex, the fantasy got me going enough that I went through three condoms that night.
“I’ve wanted to put a baby in this little girl since she was twelve! It was a looong wait ‘fore she was legal.”
Daisy rubbed her bulging tummy. “So, was I worth the wait?”
“Sweetie, you know you’re the best pussy I ever had, and I’ve had my share.” He winked at me and laughed. Both of us knew full well his share including my wife. Not only that, he had fucked her unprotected, and I still hadn’t had that pleasure, not even on our honeymoon.
He casually slid his hand across Daisy’s belly and then under her shirt and caressed her boob like it was nothing. Daisy just smiled, clearly enjoying the attention.
“This little filly’s got a lot of babymaking years ahead of her, and I intend to keep her barefoot and pregnant as often as she can handle.”
Ashley folded her arms. “Won’t she be too old for you in five years?”
Clyde let out a belly laugh. “I always have liked ‘em young. But lately, I’ve been more into married gals. If you knock them up, there’s a husband around to help ‘em raise the little brat. The last thing I need is another child support check to add to the pile.”
I didn’t ask how big the pile was.
“Of course, sometimes another guy shows up to raise the kid and I’m off the hook! Ain’t that right, Chuck?” I bristled at that, both the implication that I was doing him a favor by being a father to Brandy and at the name. Everyone called me Charles and had since I was a kid.
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“So that city boy’s keeping you happy?”
“He’s amazing. He’s such a good father to Brandy, he’s really smart, and he’s just a very decent guy who’s good to me. Not like some of the guys I’ve been with.” I beamed at hearing the comparison.
“You know that’s not what I mean. Is he keeping that tight little pussy of yours satisfied?”
I could hear the annoyance in her voice. “We have great sex. Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Bet he doesn’t have a slab of meat like mine.”
She sighed loudly. “Not, not really. But we have good sex. All the time. I’m really happy with him.”
“I noticed he hasn’t put a baby in you yet. I seem to remember when a real man fucks you, you beg for a load of sperm. You can’t be all that hot and heavy if you stop the action to put a condom on him. The little slut I used to know couldn’t wait that long to have her insides stretched out.”
“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?”
I heard the anger rising, and peeked around the corner, risking being seen. I was ready to walk in and put a stop to this conversation, but something held me back.
“Am I lying?”
I could see Ashley seething. She did hate this guy. But she didn’t give him an answer. And I felt my heart pounding, waiting to hear what that answer would be.
“Am I lying? Does he fuck you so well you don’t care if he knocks you up? Does he fuck you so well you need his seed in you like you need air in your lungs?”
Ashley still didn’t respond, but she was trembling now, and not with anger. I could see a mixture of powerful emotions pass across her face. He stared into her eyes for a long moment before she whispered, “No.”
Clyde smiled for a minute, savoring his victory over my flustered wife.
“Sounds like you need someone to give you what you need.”
She shook her head, no, but he moved in and kissed her. I knew she had fucked this man, I knew there had been other men in between him and me… but seeing her lips pressed against another man’s, seeing his tongue probing her mouth… I could feel the blood pounding in my ears. But I could also feel my cock stirring in my pants.
She slapped him away, but he just laughed it off. He grabbed the waist of her pants and pulled her back to him. “You know you need this.” He kissed her again, this time slipping a hand under her shirt and fondling her breast. This time she didn’t slap him. She broke the kiss and weakly said, “My husband…”
“He’s sound asleep. How about I make you scream so loud you wake him up?”
She pushed him away and said, “Stop!” but it wasn’t as firm as before. Almost playful. Like she was considering it.
And, of course, I wasn’t asleep. I was ten feet away, watching as Clyde openly seduced my wife. I should have walked in and broken the whole thing up, dragged Ash to bed, hell dragged her into the car, and driven all the way home.
But I didn’t. I just sat there feeling my erection throbbing in my pants and waited to see what happened next. Clyde moved in close again, and this time gently lifted Ashley’s shirt over her head. She offered no resistance, just lifted her arms, and looked up at him helplessly.
“Charles…” she quietly pleaded with him. “...and the baby’s in the next room…”
He had both his hands on her breasts now. “How did you get the baby, again? I seem to remember you begging me to put one load after another into your belly.”
She shook her head no again, but she couldn’t bring herself to say the word. Clyde unzipped his pants, and suddenly I saw why she couldn’t say no. Ashley told me he had a big dick, but she didn’t do him justice. It was easily twice as long as mine and had to be as big around as Ashley’s forearm. I couldn’t believe that monster had ever fit into my wife’s petite little body.
As if she was in a trance, she got on her knees, never taking her eyes off that gigantic cock, until her tongue gingerly touched the tip. The head was too big to get in her mouth, but she swirled her tongue all around it for a minute before she looked up at Clyde.
“Just a blowjob. And my husband never finds out. Got it?”
Clyde just smirked. “Hey, whatever you want to do is fine by me. If you want to suck on my hog a little, go right ahead. Sometimes a slut just needs a little taste.”
I saw her shoot a look of annoyance at that, but she went right back to work, lovingly licking and sucking the bulbous cockhead that had been deeper inside of her than I would ever go. That had impregnated her, when I had only been allowed inside Ashley without a condom a few times, and had pulled out at her request.
The thing is, looking at my sexy little wife, topless in front of another man, giving a passionate blowjob while fingering herself under her skirt, I was too excited to be jealous. Some part of me knew this was wrong and I should try to stop it, but deep down, I wanted to see that massive prick coat her smiling face with sperm.
I never got my wish. Ashley kept licking and sucking for what felt like an hour before she started cooing, “cum for me, baby. I want to swallow every drop.”
Clyde reached down and squeezed her tit. “You know I can’t shoot off ‘less I get some pussy. So how ‘bout some?” Still holding her breast, he guided her up to her feet, pulling her close, his sticky cock pressed against her belly.
She glanced back at the bedroom nervously. “My husband…” For a second, I thought she had looked right at me, but she just scanned the room as if she were going to be caught, and went right back to Clyde. He didn’t wait for her to give him an answer, he just took what he wanted. He grabbed the waist of her jeans and dragged her to the side of the couch, then roughly yanked her pants down to her knees, bent her over the side of the couch, pulled her panties to the side, and shoved his big dick into her. She cried out, and while some of it was surely shocking at having something so big invade her pussy, it was also a sound of pure lust.
From my vantage point, I could see the stiff rod part of my wife’s swollen labia, and slide itself into her innermost recesses. After that, a heavy set of balls blocked my view, but I sat mesmerized, watching them swing back and forth as he pumped Ashley’s pussy for all he was worth.
He was giving my sweet little wife the fucking of a lifetime and with no protection whatsoever. I loved feeling myself inside her skin-to-skin and rarely got the chance. And now another man was fucking my wife bare and was almost certainly going to leave a load of sperm behind. I should have gotten up and stopped it. I shouldn’t have let it go this far. But I just stood there and watched. I told myself, Clyde’s a big, rough guy, he’d probably kick my ass if I tried to separate him from his conquest, even if she was my wife. But the fact was, it didn’t even occur to me to intervene. I was watching, transfixed, my erection straining against my pants. The scene before was hotter than any porno I had ever seen, and the last thing I wanted was for it to stop. Deep down, I wanted to see my sexy wife satisfied by a big cock. I wanted to see those big, swinging balls unload inside her as nature intended.
It was a long time before I got my wish. I usually only lasted a minute or two — just a taste of Ashley’s sweet pussy was enough to push me over the edge, even with a condom deadening the sensation. But Clyde just kept going and going, pumping away at my wife, his hips slamming into hers over and over. She was moaning from the first moment he penetrated her, but the longer they kept at it, the louder she got until she was practically screaming. I was worried she was going to wake up either her sister or the baby, but Ash was in her little world of lust.
After a few minutes, she came hard, shouting, “Fuck! Fuck!”, but Clyde didn’t slacken his pace for a moment. He kept on steadily pumping his cock into her through two more orgasms before he finally dug his fingers into her hips and slammed her pussy down onto his cock. He grunted loudly, over and over, and I watched his balls tighten as he flooded my young bride’s fertile womb with sperm. He had carelessly gotten her pregnant before, and he was probably doing it again. As that thought entered my mind, I felt my dick twitch painfully and my tighty whities fill up with a warm, sticky mess. I had cum in my pants watching another man cum in my wife!
I stood there dumbfounded for a minute, feeling my penis slide around the mess in my shorts as my erection subsided. I watched Clyde squeeze my wife’s ass as he held himself inside of her, not letting any of his seed escape. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a voice behind me cooing, “Enjoy the show?”
I spun around to see Daisy grinning wickedly. She wore only a skimpy tank top that barely constrained her pregnant boobs and did nothing to cover her round belly, and her pussy was exposed, shaved, and soaking wet. “It’s okay,” she said, lazily rubbing her slit. “I always get off watching him dumping his load into some slut.” I don’t know if I was more shocked at this pregnant teenager’s trashy language, or that the slut her boyfriend had just fucked was her sister.
“I hope she’s on the pill because otherwise she’s gonna look like this in a few months,” she said, rubbing her belly viciously. Ash hated the pill, and I knew Daisy knew that full well. Clyde’s sperm was probably assaulting one of her eggs as we spoke. Guiltily, I turned around, only to see my wife, leaking cum from between her legs, wearing nothing but a shit-eating grin.
“I think he likes the idea! I mean, he watched the whole thing happen and didn’t lift a finger to stop me. And let me guess…”She slid her hands into my pants and pulled away two fingers slick with cum. “Ha! Looks like you enjoyed watching me get fucked senseless. I saw you watching and figured if you had a problem with Clyde fucking me, you’d say so. But I know how much you love hearing about him using me, knocking me up, and tossing me aside. I guess getting to watch a reenactment was just too much to pass up.”
My face must have been beet red. My wife had just cheated on me with another man, and somehow I was the one being put on the spot to make things worse, Clyde strode over, his semi-hard dick pointing the way. Even at half-mast, he was bigger than I was fully hard. He clapped me on the shoulder as if he was offering me a beer, not fucking my wife.
“Hey, no shame in wanting your lady to have a good time. And she had a hell of a good time, didn’t you, Ash?” My wife just smiled in response. “And it sounds like you enjoyed the show, Chuck!” I couldn’t look him in the eye, but I couldn’t deny it either.
He absent-mindedly squeezed Ashley’s breast while I stood there like an idiot. “Well, I’ll be ready to give you an encore performance in a few minutes. But I was hoping I could ask you a favor, Chuck. I hate sloppy seconds, even if they’re my own, you know what I mean? Think you could help your wife out and clean up her pussy before I fuck her again?”
I wonder if Ashley had told him. Not only did I love eating her pussy, I loved it even more when she was a sloppy mess. I had licked my sperm out of her countless times and loved it. But eating her out when she was full of another man’s seed? That was too much.
Except I felt myself starting to stiffen a bit at the thought of it. And then my slutty, adorable wife smiled sweetly and said in a little-girl voice, “Please, honey? After the pounding my pussy just got, she could use some of your kisses. I bet you could make me come even harder than he did.” She walked backward to the couch, beckoning me closer. She sat down, legs spread wide open, and God help me, I’m not made of stone. Fully aware of Clyde and Daisy’s eyes on me, I got on my knees and gently kissed my wife’s belly, and then her abdomen, and then right at the top of her pussy.
She reeked of sex. Her lips were puffy and dark and glistening wet, and they still hadn’t closed up from the fucking she had just gotten. I had never seen a more inviting sight in my life. I licked my way down her slit and saw a trickle of white sliding out of her opening and down her ass crack. I was burning with shame, aware that both Clyde and his knocked-up teenage girlfriend were watching, but I couldn’t stop myself. I scooped up his sperm with my tongue and proceeded to eat my slutty wife’s messy snatch like it was my last meal.
If there were any snide comments, I didn’t hear them with Ashley’s thighs clamped around my ears. But after a few minutes of teasing her clit, I could hear her start to moan, as she started bucking her hips, grinding her pussy against my tongue. She cried out, and as she came, my dick came fully alive, sliding through the mess in my pants until it was straining against the sticky fabric.
But before Ash had even come down from her orgasm, I felt a rough hand on my shoulder pulling me backward, and I was carelessly thrown to the floor. I looked up just in time to see a very big cock slide home into my wife’s slit. I sat there helplessly, watching this brute roughly take my wife yet again. Occasionally I’d look over to see Daisy smirking down at me, one hand stroking her pregnant belly and the other rubbing her pussy. I made no effort to hide as I grabbed my dick through my shorts and yanked it hard, well-lubricated by the cum coating the shaft from my previous eruption.
Meanwhile, Ashley was egging on Clyde and teasing me, shouting things like, “You fuck me so good!”, “You’re so much bigger than he is!”, “cum in me again and give me another baby!” This went on for what felt like an eternity, my dick rocks hard at the sight of my wife being bred hard by another man. To his credit, Clyde outlasted all of us, as he fucked Ashley through two orgasms, I squirted more jizz into my pants, and I heard Daisy behind me moaning as she watched her sister get royally fucked. Finally, Clyde slammed all ten inches home and grunted again and again, my wife moaning “Yes, yes, yes,” as he shot his seed deep inside her unprotected, fertile belly.
Clyde remained balls deep inside of her and kissed her on the forehead. “You know, I always loved that tight little pussy of yours. I missed fuckin’ you.”
Ash rubbed her hand lazily across her taut abdomen, feeling the bulge his tool was making inside. “And I missed having your big dick inside me. If I had realized Charles didn’t mind, I would have come back for more ages ago.”
‘Yeah, good thing he likes to watch,” he said, throwing a wink at me, ”because I could keep fucking you all night long.”
Daisy crossed her arms over her swollen belly and pouted theatrically. “Don’t I get a turn?”
Ashley squirmed as Clyde slid his member out from the depths of her abdomen. He straightened up and held his cock in one hand, glistening wet and still mostly hard. “Anything for the lady,” he said, smiling at Daisy. “I guess you get your wife back for a bit,” he said to me. “You are one lucky man to be married to such an eager little slut.” Ashley didn’t object to this characterization, and if anything she spread her legs a little wider.
“Don’t bother getting dressed in the morning, I’m gonna want more of that pussy. Just come and wake me up with a blowjob, so long as Daisy’s not already on the job. Shit, maybe Chuck’ll want a turn before the week is out.” I felt my face turning beet red as I silently shook my head no. Clyde just laughed. I don’t know why his mockery hurt more than him fucking my wife, but I did no more to stop him than I had earlier.
Ash stretched herself and stood up, taking me by the hand and leading me to bed. She pushed me down onto the mattress and curled up next to me, her naked, sweaty, and leaking cum from her pussy, and me still fully dressed with a wet spot spreading on the front of my pants. She kissed me, and we ended up making out for a while, my hands roaming her naked body, neither of us saying anything about what had just happened.
She unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my chest. Then she unbuckled my pants and slid them off. I rarely came twice in a night, but I felt myself start to stiffen for a third time anticipating fucking my wife’s stretched-out, sloppy snatch. But when she had stripped me down to my underwear, still so wet they were practically transparent, she made no move to take them off, just rubbing the sticky fabric as my dick hardened underneath.
“Wow, you liked watching me get fucked. I mean, I thought you might, given how much you like hearing the stories. But I don’t remember you ever producing this much sperm, you must have been excited.”
Shame and lust and jealousy and excitement all swirled around my gut, and in the end, I resolved to simply be honest about my feelings. “I was. I came twice. Both times he fucked you.”
She smiled warmly and kissed me. “Thank you for not being jealous.”
“Oh, I’m insanely jealous. I wish I could fuck you like that. I wish you gave yourself to me that completely. I wish you were pregnant with my baby right now and not his. But none of that stopped me from watching it all happen. I was just too turned on watching how excited you were. I just got caught up in it. And besides, if I had said no, would you have stopped?”
She looked me in the eye and bit her lip. “I honestly don’t know. I mean, it’s not like I came here intending to fuck him. I thought, so many years had passed, he was with Daisy, I was with you… but he still just has this power over me. I kept wanting to scream, to push him away, but I couldn’t quite do it. And then I saw you watching and realized you weren’t trying to stop me… at that point I just gave in and let him have his way with me. It made it even more exciting knowing you were watching me and enjoying the show.”
“I’m sorry—the whole scene just got me incredibly hot, I couldn’t help it.” My wife just fucked another man, and here I was apologizing again. “Before we came here, I was really worried about him hitting on you, but once it was happening… I loved seeing how you responded to him, how excited you were even when you were trying to slow him down… you were just so goddamn sexy.” I kissed my wife as sweetly as I could. “And Clyde is such an asshole, but the way he took charge, just broke down all your defenses so quickly and fucked you so intensely… I was rooting for him to stretch you out with that big dick of his.”
Things got quiet for a moment, as I wasn’t sure if I was ready to admit this last part, but if I had been honest so far, I might as well tell her everything. I looked her in the eyes, and quietly said,
“I was even rooting for him to cum in you.”
She placed my hand on her flat stomach.
“Knowing he could get me pregnant.”
I just nodded.
“My brain was terrified that he was going to cum in me and knock me up again. And the rest of my body was desperate for him to cum in me and knock me up. I’m sorry, but it’s true.”
She didn’t sound that sorry, but I couldn’t be mad. I had let it all happen. And I found myself more in love with her than ever.
“If you are pregnant, it’s okay. I let it happen as much as you did. And you can still take the morning-after pill if you want to.” I’m not sure why I left it up to her instead of insisting. I probably opened the door for what I said next.
“There’s no drugstore around here that would carry those.” We were really in conservative Christian bible-thumper country, which means we’d pass a dozen porn shops before we got to a place that sold birth control. “Either I’m pregnant or I’m not. So far, he only came in me twice, and I don’t ovulate for a few days, so I’m probably okay so far.”
“So far?”
“Well, we’re staying all week. I know Clyde, he’s going to want to fuck me again, and there’s no way he’s using condoms. And I know myself, I’m not going to say no to him. And I think we both know that you’re not going to say no either.”
There was no hiding my erection through my semi-transparent, sticky drawers. She started stroking me through the mess. I started gently rubbing her pussy with two fingers. She was soaking wet.
“We can leave tonight. Just get in the car right now and not see them again until Daisy’s baby comes. Or we can stay the week like we planned. And you can watch me get fucked over and over. And you can watch that redneck asshole plant load after load of his seed in my womb. And if I catch… well… my belly will swell up with his baby and you’ll just have to deal.”
We locked eyes, her still stroking my prick with increasing fervor, me sliding four fingers into her stretched-out cunt with ease as I rubbed her clit with my thumb. I knew unless I put a stop to things right now, she was going home with a baby in her belly, and it wouldn’t be mine. I opened my mouth to tell her no, but nothing came out. I flashed back to Clyde fucking her so well. In my mind’s eye, I saw Daisy’s taut, swollen belly, and immediately pictured her sister looking just like her. I could envision Clyde’s sperm assaulting Ashley’s womb, penetrating her egg, creating a new life inside of her body. I imagined her breasts filling with milk, to feed his child. I imagined her tight little pussy stretched wide, birthing his baby. I imagined my humiliation, knowing that another man had impregnated my wife while I stood by helplessly and watched. I felt myself burn with shame at the thought of it. But I also felt my balls tensing. My wife’s hand continued to stroke me, closer and closer to the edge.
“I want…”
“Tell me.”
I couldn’t get the words out. I saw her face, breathless with anticipation. I knew what she wanted to hear.
“I want…”
“Say it.”
The words came out in a low groan, barely above a whisper.
“I want to watch you again. With him.”
I was telling her to fuck another man, to take his sperm unprotected, to let him impregnate her. I felt a warmth spread across my crotch, as my third load of the evening dribbled out of my aching penis. I was too tired for a proper orgasm, it just felt warm and wet. But as my dick continued to leak, I managed to gasp out these words.
“I want him—to fuck you. I want—him—to make you—pregnant.”
My wife kissed me and gently ran a finger across the fresh wet spot in my underwear. “I know you do, honey.”
Exhausted from my third orgasm of the night, I collapsed into sleep. I dreamed of Ashley naked, with a huge swollen belly like her sister’s. A river of thick, white sperm leaked out of her cunt. Unable to control myself, I knelt, hands across her belly, and drank from between her legs. The stream of sticky cum was endless, filling my mouth no matter how fast I gulped it down. I heard Clyde’s laughter in my ears, as I kept greedily drinking his sperm, which was starting to overflow the corners of my mouth and run down my face. Soon Daisy’s laughter joined his, and then Ashley’s. I felt a warm wetness spread through my pants, and I didn’t know if it was piss or cum, but just like the river of sperm pouring down my throat, it just kept coming. I felt myself burning with humiliation, as everyone watched me wet myself as I gulped down another man’s sperm from my wife’s pussy. But I couldn’t stop.
The dream ended when I woke up in bed with a painful erection. I reached for my wife, but the bed beside me was empty. I did not doubt in my mind where she was, so I walked across the hall to Clyde’s bedroom, wearing only my soiled underpants from the night before. I wasn’t shocked or upset to see my wife on all fours, naked, lovingly kissing and sucking Clyde’s enormous rod. Daisy was nude as well, lying in the bed next to them, rubbing her huge belly and surveying the horny couple with a satisfied grin.
She squeezed her belly with both hands. “So Chuckie, I hear you want Clyde to give your wife a big belly like mine!”
I sputtered but no words came out. I locked eyes with Clyde, who had a shit-eating grin on his face as my wife slobbered all over his big dick. “Well, I sure do like fucking this tight little pussy. And we already know this little filly makes pretty babies for me. But I’m not sure I should. I think you need to ask nicely. Maybe I’ll even let you watch again!”
My cheeks were burning, but my little dick was also sticking straight out. Fucking my wife in front of me, even getting her pregnant wasn’t enough humiliation. He was going to make me say it.
“Yes. Yes, I want to watch.”
He made a big show of looking confused. “Watch what, Chuck?”
Ashley finally came up for air. “Come on, Charles, just tell him what he wants to hear. It’s what we both want.”
“Face it, Chuck, your wife wants my baby and not yours. Let’s both give her what she wants. All you have to do is say the word.”
The pleading look on my wife’s face broke my heart, and her words stung. “Please. I want him to fuck me and make me pregnant. Please. Just tell him to do it. I’ll make it up to you. I love you. But I need this. You know I do.”
I knew she couldn’t resist him. And I couldn’t resist her. I swallowed my pride and said what they both wanted to hear. What I couldn’t deny was that, deep down, I wanted to.
“Clyde. Please fuck a baby into my wife. She’s a dirty slut who needs a big cock filling her with lots of cum. And I love her for it. And I want her to get exactly what she needs. Fuck her hard and fill her womb with your sperm. And keep fucking her until she’s knocked up with your baby again. Treat my wife like your whore and use her again and again, And please, please, let me watch every second.”
Ashley let out a whoop and in one smooth motion, lifted her ass off the bed and plopped it down onto Clyde’s cock. He was soaked with her saliva, and her pussy was soaked with anticipation of this moment. She talked dirty as she slid her ass up and down on his lap, telling him how good his cock felt stretching her out, how much bigger he was than me, how much better he felt. She told him to build up a big load of sperm for her to make sure her womb was overflowing. She turned to look me in the eye and told him she wanted her belly to swell up with his baby.
This went on for ages before he finally rolled her over onto her back and started fucking her in earnest. Ashley started off moaning things like, “Come for me! Shoot right into my womb! Put a baby in my belly!” but eventually that degenerated into ragged screams as Clyde pounded into her. I couldn’t tell if she was having several orgasms or one continuous one.
Daisy appeared beside me, a devilish grin on her face. “I bet she never got it that good from you!” I just shook my head ruefully. His cock was reaching depths I’d never come close to touching. And his sperm was about to flood her womb again, something I’d only gotten to do rarely, and only when she was on her period and it was safe. We had scrupulously avoided an accidental pregnancy, and now she was begging to be knocked up.
And yet I accepted it. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was humiliated. Especially when Clyde and Daisy saw how I meekly accepted another man impregnating my wife. But that was because I wanted it. I loved my wife, I loved that she was being fucked so well, I loved that she was so uninhibited, even if it wasn’t with me.
Daisy put my hands on her taut round belly. It was surprisingly firm, and I thought I felt a flicker of movement under her skin. I started to imagine Ashley’s gravid belly in my hands, feeling the baby that another man was fucking into her womb right now. Her cries and moans echoed around the room, driving me wild. I felt myself starting to lose it, and I tore my ruined underpants from my body, just in time for my dick to start spurting all over Daisy’s round belly. I usually didn’t produce that much cum, but jet after jet of sticky white jizz shot out of me until she was coated.
Daisy looked bemused. “Wow, you cum a lot for a little guy.” She flicked my already-softening penis with her finger. “This stuff turns you on, doesn’t it?”
I nodded silently. She lazily trailed her fingers through the glistening mess on her belly. “I bet Clyde is gonna shoot even more sperm than this into your wife, though.”
As if on cue, Ashley practically shouted, “Come on! Come right in my womb! Put your baby in me!” I can’t imagine she was even aware of our conversation, she was just desperate for that monster in her pussy to do what God intended and impregnate her.
Clyde impaled her on his cock and then lifted her ass off the bed with one hand, and started slapping her ass, hard, with the other. Ashley screamed, but it sounded more like another orgasm than pain. Clyde started grunting, “Take it, slut,” and I saw his balls tighten as he unloaded deeper in my wife’s belly than I’d ever go. With each jet of sperm he shot into her womb, his hand came down on her ass harder than the time before. But I knew from the look on my wife’s face, she was in ecstasy.
After an eternity of grunts and moans and hard slaps, Clyde finally stopped cumming, and stopped spanking my wife. He continued to hold himself deep inside her and leaned in and sucked on one of her tits, just next to her nipple. He sucked deeply until Ashley cried out as he bit down on her tender flesh. He pulled his head away to show red teeth marks I could see from across the room, and a blossoming hickey. Only then did he slowly slide his cock out of her. It was half hard and still dwarfed mine, shining with the evidence of their mating. He wiped a trail of slime across her thigh and stood up.
Ashley just looked up at him adoringly. “Thank you,” she whispered. Even after slapping her ass red, biting her breast, she still worshiped him. Maybe abusing her body made her want him even more.
“You see that, Chuck? Fuck a slut well enough and she’ll beg you to slap her ass black and blue.”
She lazily turned her head to face me. She didn’t acknowledge what he had said, instead dreamily moaning, “Charles. I’m going to have his baby.”
I came over to the bed and squeezed her hand. “I know, baby. Whatever makes you happy.”
“Hey!” Clyde roared from across the room. “Who said you could jizz all over my girl?”
I spun around, my face turning red and my heart pounding. “Ah, I’m just kiddin’!” he laughed. “Glad to see you finally got your pecker out of your pants. Tell you what, you can shoot your load all over either one of these sluts any time the urge gets ya. But you’re not getting inside of either one of them as long as you’re in this house. Got it?”
I was kneeling next to the bed, still holding my wife’s hand, and Clyde towered over me, his sticky cock swinging back and forth in front of my face. I was afraid to find out what would happen if I tried to stand up to him, but I knew I wasn’t going to say no anyway. Instead, I just mumbled, “That’s fair.”
He took a step closer until his bulbous cockhead was right in front of my face. “Now, clean me off so I can fuck your wife again.” My mouth opened from shock and he pushed it closer. After a long moment, I shook my head no. He laughed. “Ah, I was just kiddin’. I ain’t no queer. But you sure thought long and hard about it, didn’t you Chuckie?”
My face burned with humiliation, but he was already ignoring me. “Now, Ash, why don’t you make us some breakfast? I worked up an appetite knocking you up!” He winked at me. “After we eat, I’m gonna slap your ass black and blue and then fuck another load of baby juice into you. How’s that sound?”
My wife just shook her head and smiled at him like he was an incorrigible scamp, and scampered off to the kitchen without bothering to get dressed. She was so drenched in sweat her hair was plastered to her face, I could see a white stream of cum leaking from her raw, swollen pussy, and her ass was bright red. She was the sexiest goddamn thing I’d ever seen. Clyde had claimed her body entirely, abusing and impregnating her, and yet I still worshiped every inch of her.
I went to follow her into the kitchen, but Daisy held me back. “That shit got me horny as hell. Ash told me how good you eat pussy, but I’m not sure you deserve any pussy.” She got on all fours on the bed, legs apart, belly and breasts swaying heavily, ass facing me to give me a good look at her snatch from behind. “How about you lick my butthole and I’ll get myself off.”
I had never even touched a woman’s asshole and had always been disgusted by the thought of it. And who knows when the last time Daisy had showered was. But after everything else that had happened, do you think I’d say no? I found myself with my face buried in her ass, tonguing her salty, sweaty rosebud, the unmistakable smell of shit hitting my nostrils. It was revolting, but I couldn’t stop myself. Especially when she started fingering herself just inches from where my tongue was going to work on her puckered asshole.
After a few minutes, I felt Clyde’s weight on the bed as he knelt in front of her. She greedily licked up her own sister’s juices from his cock as he told her what a good little slut she was. After a few minutes, he was hard as a rock again.
“Sweetie, you know I love to dump a load all over your face. But one of these little swimmers might be your nephew!”
Daisy laughed. “You mean you ain’t knocked up that little bitch yet? Better go fuck her some more. I hear her husband likes it.” She laughed and wiggled her ass in my face, before getting up off the bed and turning to look me up and down. I didn’t have Clyde’s powers of recovery, so my dick was still sticky and shriveled and there was no mistaking the pitying smile on her face.
“Your tongue feels good on my butthole, Charlie. You’re going to have to start spending a lot more time back there. Maybe if my husband ever takes a break from breeding your wife, he’ll buttfuck me so you can eat a load of his cum from my ass. I’ll probably be so stretched out that your whole tongue will fit inside! Won’t that be fun?”
No. It emphatically would not be fun. But I found myself unable to object and just sat there open-mouthed as she laughed at me again.
I got dressed before I went into the kitchen, but the other three stayed naked. I felt awkward, being fully dressed, but even more, so that my wife was casually chatting about the hike in the woods she wanted us to take that morning, as Clyde casually fondled her tits in front of me. I never thought I’d be happy to see a sexy naked woman put her clothes back on, but it came as a relief when Ash got dressed for the hike, just because it meant I didn’t have to watch Clyde mauling her, although he did squeeze her ass through her jeans and give her a deep kiss before we left for our hike.
I braced myself for a long talk as we walked, but it turned out there wasn’t much to say.
“So, you know I still love you,” she said, as she took my hand and led me off Clyde’s property and into the trees.
“Of course,” I said hesitantly. “I’m just not sure how this is going to affect us. I mean…”
“You told Clyde to fuck a baby into me last night. Practically begged him.”
“I got caught up in… I mean…” My wife had fucked another guy bareback, right in front of me, and somehow I was the one on the defensive.
She put her arms around my neck and pressed her body up against me. “And you meant it, didn’t you?”
It took a long moment of soul-searching before I quietly nodded.
“Clyde’s an asshole,” she stated bluntly. “But I love having his dick in me. I love when he cums on me. And I get hot thinking about him knocking me up again.”
I felt my mouth go dry.
“But I also love you dearly. I love being married to you, and I want to raise more kids with you.”
She kissed me. The mixture of joy, lust, and shame I had been feeling since the day before hit me even harder.
“So now I get everything I want!” She kissed me again and skipped down the trail. I watched her ass sway as she went, and realized she was right about it all. I knew she loved me. I knew she loved fucking Clyde. I knew I loved watching her. And I knew I’d love her no matter who she fucked and whose baby was growing in her womb.
So it was settled. We didn’t talk about it at all after that. She pointed out birds and plants and talked excitedly about things she wanted to do when we got back to the city, We talked about our ********—more accurately, her and Clyde’s ********, my stepdaughter—everything but the elephant in the room. Until we were in sight of the house again. She casually said, “I hope Clyde’s rested and ready to fuck me some more.”
I just squeezed her hand and told her to have fun.
Ten minutes later, she was naked and riding Clyde’s big cock, while Daisy was on all fours with my tongue buried in her asshole. Clyde had napped and showered, but I think Daisy made a point not to, just so her ass would be sweaty and disgusting just for me. So much so that she made me rinse with mouthwash before I was allowed to suck another load of Clyde’s sperm out of my wife’s pussy.
By the time it was time to go home, Ash’s pussy was red and gaping wide open. My dick hadn’t touched either woman since that first night, but I came more times than I had in my life, sometimes without even touching myself as I watched my wife get the fucking of a lifetime. On the car ride home, she dreamily talked about baby names, insisting she “felt pregnant,” although there was no way of knowing for another week at least.
Even after we got home, we didn’t make love for two weeks. She said her pussy was too stretched out and sore from all the fucking she got from Clyde, and that she’d barely be able to feel me. She wasn’t trying to be mean, it was just the truth, and I accepted that. But she did at least give frequent blowjobs, as I ate her pussy constantly, licked her asshole just like I had with her sister, and tenderly kissed the bruises Clyde left on her ass and the hickies on her breasts. He had left evidence of their intense coupling that was impossible for me to ignore, and yet I found myself getting turned on every time I pictured him stretching out my wife’s pussy and filling it up with sperm.
Finally, I came home from work one day to find Ashley stretched across the bed naked, with a little white rectangle resting on her belly. A pregnancy test. I didn’t have to ask what it said.
“So, he got you again?”
She smiled and rubbed her flat stomach, reminding me it wouldn’t be that way for long. “It’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
My cheeks burned and I couldn’t bring myself to speak. Not because she was wrong — just the opposite. She set the test on the bedside table and walked over to me, kissing me softly and wrapping her naked body around me.
“You’re going to be such a good daddy to our baby,” she cooed in my ear. “You’re such a good man,” she kissed me again. “And I’ll never forget that you let me get what I needed.”
I didn’t respond for a long time, until I finally managed to say, “I think I needed it too.”
And yet after high school she came to the city, baby in tow, and made it on her own. She was a stripper, so not the noblest of professions, but she made good money, and instead of blowing it all on coke like the other dancers, she paid for babysitting and a decent apartment and made a little life for herself.
Then we met at a party and felt a spark immediately. She was cute and funny and bursting with energy and enthusiasm. The sex was off the charts—she was one of those rare and precious women who had neither physical nor psychological impediments to enjoying sex. She just dove right in with energy and enthusiasm and a hot little body she kept in shape from dancing every night.
But I never went to see her perform, and I think she liked that about me. I didn’t think of her as a stripper, or as the slutty girl who got knocked up in high school, I saw a future with her. And I was five years older, and made good money, so I was sure she saw a future with me. And her two-year-old, Brandy, charmed me immediately. We very quickly felt like a ******, and although she was just 21, she eagerly agreed to marry me.
It was a small wedding. I’m an only child, and her mother had overdosed on pain pills the year before. I included her half-brother as one of my groomsmen for the ceremony, and her half-sister was the maid of honor, but they were both ********, so we didn’t include them in the bachelor/bachelorette and I didn’t get to do more than exchange a few pleasantries.
So I didn’t get to meet her ****** until the following year when she wanted to go home for Christmas. And it was an experience.
For starters, with her mother dead, there was no ****** home to go back to. Her brother went off to work on a fishing boat in Alaska after their mom died, so we were just going back to visit Daisy, her teenage sister. She had been living with an aunt, but she had moved in with a guy shortly after our wedding.
“Isn’t she 17? Isn’t that a little young to move in with someone?”
“Well… he got her pregnant, so I guess it’s good he’s doing right by her.”
“Isn’t she a little young for that too?”
“Year older than I was.”
She had me there. I apologized for judging and told her I’d be happy to go visit for the holidays. She’d hardly seen her sister, and it was high time they got some time together. She hugged and kissed me, but then she squirmed away nervously and bit her lip.
“There’s more.”
I puzzled over that for a second. She’s already knocked up at 17, what more could there be?
“Her boyfriend… It’s Clyde.”
Clyde. The guy who had knocked Ashley up back in high school.
“He came back for your sister?”
“Or she went after him. She was always jealous of me, having boyfriends first, and having sex first. She used to follow him around like a puppy dog when we were kids.”
“Well… I mean… I guess at least he’s dating her.”
Ashley danced around telling me about Brandy’s father for a while. But once we got serious, she decided she had to tell me the whole story. Clyde was never her boyfriend. Just a shitkicker redneck who tried to fuck anything that walked. And he was tall, muscular, and ruggedly handsome (her words, not that I was that thrilled to hear them), so he usually got what he wanted.
Ashley never liked him, thought he was an arrogant prick, and knew he treated women like shit unless his dick happened to be inside them at the moment. Except.
“I just couldn’t say no to him. I don’t know what it is, chemistry or something. He’d make a drunken pass at me, and I’d say no, and push him away, but he’d kiss me anyway. I’d want to scream, but instead, I’d kiss him back, and get hotter and hotter, and before I knew I’d start unbuttoning my shirt. It was like I had no control over my own body. Once he whipped his dick out in the middle of a party, and before I knew it I was on my knees sucking it with a crowd of people watching. It was like I was hypnotized.
“He was never my boyfriend. We didn’t even hang out. He’d just show up and fuck me sometimes. More than once with Daisy on the other side of the door listening. And a couple of times in front of my friends. He’d just start taking my clothes off and everyone would just watch as he bent me over and shoved his big cock into me. I hated it and I loved it. I’d be burning up with embarrassment the whole time, but my pussy was also on fire.
“I remember one time after he came, he just zipped up and walked away without saying a word. Left me naked on the ground, with my friends laughing and telling me what a slut I was. I just kept saying “sorry, sorry” as I put my clothes on. But I wasn’t sorry at all. I sucked him off in the bathroom at school the next day. He shot his cum all down my cleavage, and I didn’t even clean it up, I just felt it running down my chest all through math class.
“And he never used a condom. I knew he was going to knock me up. Hell, he talked about how much he wanted to put a baby in me. And I didn’t want to get pregnant. But I never said no to him. I never asked him to pull out, I never tried to go on the pill, I just kept not saying no. And eventually, nature took its course. He kept fucking me through the first two trimesters, telling me how sexy I looked with his baby in my belly. And then once my belly got too big, he stopped coming around. I hardly saw him again, even after Brandy was born. He didn’t have any money, so there wasn’t any point in chasing him down for child support, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to marry him. So it’s just been me and Brandy until you came along.”
I listened to the story, horrified that this guy had just used the girl I loved as a slut, and tossed her aside. Except my dick was also painfully hard at the thought of the girl I loved being used as a slut and secretly loving it. I mean, she was a stripper, I didn’t have any illusions about her being a blushing virgin when we met. But letting him fuck her in front of other people, letting him fuck her without protection and not caring — we had always faithfully used condoms — Ashley had an even wilder side than I realized.
And I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I fantasized about being that guy, about fucking her whenever and wherever, about feeling her bare pussy wrapped around my cock and not caring if she got pregnant. It was an intense fantasy that inspired some incredible sex.
Except now we were meeting that fucking guy. For Christmas.
“So… are you sure you’re okay seeing Clyde again? After, you know, everything?”
“Look, I’m still pissed at him for knocking me up and not supporting his kid. But that’s way in the past. Everything worked out for me, I’m very happily married. I can put up with that asshole for Daisy’s sake.”
“That’s good to hear. But you also… I remember you telling me how you could never say no to the guy…”
“Ha! You’re worried I’m going to fuck him? What, you think he’s going to whip out his dick in front of his pregnant girlfriend and I’m just going to get on my knees and start sucking?”
“Well… that’s kind of how it happened before.”
She looked pissed, but I wasn’t lying.
“I was a dumb teenager then. I’m a married woman now. A happily married woman. I’m just going to see my sister, that’s all. I can handle Clyde.”
She was a little steamed after that conversation, but we never stayed mad at each other for long, and two nights later we were screwing each other’s brains out. But even while denying her interest in Clyde, I couldn’t get the scenario out of my head — him screwing her on all fours while her pregnant teenage sister looked on. While a real part of me was worried about how she’d act around her ex, the fantasy got me going enough that I went through three condoms that night.
“I’ve wanted to put a baby in this little girl since she was twelve! It was a looong wait ‘fore she was legal.”
Daisy rubbed her bulging tummy. “So, was I worth the wait?”
“Sweetie, you know you’re the best pussy I ever had, and I’ve had my share.” He winked at me and laughed. Both of us knew full well his share including my wife. Not only that, he had fucked her unprotected, and I still hadn’t had that pleasure, not even on our honeymoon.
He casually slid his hand across Daisy’s belly and then under her shirt and caressed her boob like it was nothing. Daisy just smiled, clearly enjoying the attention.
“This little filly’s got a lot of babymaking years ahead of her, and I intend to keep her barefoot and pregnant as often as she can handle.”
Ashley folded her arms. “Won’t she be too old for you in five years?”
Clyde let out a belly laugh. “I always have liked ‘em young. But lately, I’ve been more into married gals. If you knock them up, there’s a husband around to help ‘em raise the little brat. The last thing I need is another child support check to add to the pile.”
I didn’t ask how big the pile was.
“Of course, sometimes another guy shows up to raise the kid and I’m off the hook! Ain’t that right, Chuck?” I bristled at that, both the implication that I was doing him a favor by being a father to Brandy and at the name. Everyone called me Charles and had since I was a kid.
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“So that city boy’s keeping you happy?”
“He’s amazing. He’s such a good father to Brandy, he’s really smart, and he’s just a very decent guy who’s good to me. Not like some of the guys I’ve been with.” I beamed at hearing the comparison.
“You know that’s not what I mean. Is he keeping that tight little pussy of yours satisfied?”
I could hear the annoyance in her voice. “We have great sex. Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Bet he doesn’t have a slab of meat like mine.”
She sighed loudly. “Not, not really. But we have good sex. All the time. I’m really happy with him.”
“I noticed he hasn’t put a baby in you yet. I seem to remember when a real man fucks you, you beg for a load of sperm. You can’t be all that hot and heavy if you stop the action to put a condom on him. The little slut I used to know couldn’t wait that long to have her insides stretched out.”
“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?”
I heard the anger rising, and peeked around the corner, risking being seen. I was ready to walk in and put a stop to this conversation, but something held me back.
“Am I lying?”
I could see Ashley seething. She did hate this guy. But she didn’t give him an answer. And I felt my heart pounding, waiting to hear what that answer would be.
“Am I lying? Does he fuck you so well you don’t care if he knocks you up? Does he fuck you so well you need his seed in you like you need air in your lungs?”
Ashley still didn’t respond, but she was trembling now, and not with anger. I could see a mixture of powerful emotions pass across her face. He stared into her eyes for a long moment before she whispered, “No.”
Clyde smiled for a minute, savoring his victory over my flustered wife.
“Sounds like you need someone to give you what you need.”
She shook her head, no, but he moved in and kissed her. I knew she had fucked this man, I knew there had been other men in between him and me… but seeing her lips pressed against another man’s, seeing his tongue probing her mouth… I could feel the blood pounding in my ears. But I could also feel my cock stirring in my pants.
She slapped him away, but he just laughed it off. He grabbed the waist of her pants and pulled her back to him. “You know you need this.” He kissed her again, this time slipping a hand under her shirt and fondling her breast. This time she didn’t slap him. She broke the kiss and weakly said, “My husband…”
“He’s sound asleep. How about I make you scream so loud you wake him up?”
She pushed him away and said, “Stop!” but it wasn’t as firm as before. Almost playful. Like she was considering it.
And, of course, I wasn’t asleep. I was ten feet away, watching as Clyde openly seduced my wife. I should have walked in and broken the whole thing up, dragged Ash to bed, hell dragged her into the car, and driven all the way home.
But I didn’t. I just sat there feeling my erection throbbing in my pants and waited to see what happened next. Clyde moved in close again, and this time gently lifted Ashley’s shirt over her head. She offered no resistance, just lifted her arms, and looked up at him helplessly.
“Charles…” she quietly pleaded with him. “...and the baby’s in the next room…”
He had both his hands on her breasts now. “How did you get the baby, again? I seem to remember you begging me to put one load after another into your belly.”
She shook her head no again, but she couldn’t bring herself to say the word. Clyde unzipped his pants, and suddenly I saw why she couldn’t say no. Ashley told me he had a big dick, but she didn’t do him justice. It was easily twice as long as mine and had to be as big around as Ashley’s forearm. I couldn’t believe that monster had ever fit into my wife’s petite little body.
As if she was in a trance, she got on her knees, never taking her eyes off that gigantic cock, until her tongue gingerly touched the tip. The head was too big to get in her mouth, but she swirled her tongue all around it for a minute before she looked up at Clyde.
“Just a blowjob. And my husband never finds out. Got it?”
Clyde just smirked. “Hey, whatever you want to do is fine by me. If you want to suck on my hog a little, go right ahead. Sometimes a slut just needs a little taste.”
I saw her shoot a look of annoyance at that, but she went right back to work, lovingly licking and sucking the bulbous cockhead that had been deeper inside of her than I would ever go. That had impregnated her, when I had only been allowed inside Ashley without a condom a few times, and had pulled out at her request.
The thing is, looking at my sexy little wife, topless in front of another man, giving a passionate blowjob while fingering herself under her skirt, I was too excited to be jealous. Some part of me knew this was wrong and I should try to stop it, but deep down, I wanted to see that massive prick coat her smiling face with sperm.
I never got my wish. Ashley kept licking and sucking for what felt like an hour before she started cooing, “cum for me, baby. I want to swallow every drop.”
Clyde reached down and squeezed her tit. “You know I can’t shoot off ‘less I get some pussy. So how ‘bout some?” Still holding her breast, he guided her up to her feet, pulling her close, his sticky cock pressed against her belly.
She glanced back at the bedroom nervously. “My husband…” For a second, I thought she had looked right at me, but she just scanned the room as if she were going to be caught, and went right back to Clyde. He didn’t wait for her to give him an answer, he just took what he wanted. He grabbed the waist of her jeans and dragged her to the side of the couch, then roughly yanked her pants down to her knees, bent her over the side of the couch, pulled her panties to the side, and shoved his big dick into her. She cried out, and while some of it was surely shocking at having something so big invade her pussy, it was also a sound of pure lust.
From my vantage point, I could see the stiff rod part of my wife’s swollen labia, and slide itself into her innermost recesses. After that, a heavy set of balls blocked my view, but I sat mesmerized, watching them swing back and forth as he pumped Ashley’s pussy for all he was worth.
He was giving my sweet little wife the fucking of a lifetime and with no protection whatsoever. I loved feeling myself inside her skin-to-skin and rarely got the chance. And now another man was fucking my wife bare and was almost certainly going to leave a load of sperm behind. I should have gotten up and stopped it. I shouldn’t have let it go this far. But I just stood there and watched. I told myself, Clyde’s a big, rough guy, he’d probably kick my ass if I tried to separate him from his conquest, even if she was my wife. But the fact was, it didn’t even occur to me to intervene. I was watching, transfixed, my erection straining against my pants. The scene before was hotter than any porno I had ever seen, and the last thing I wanted was for it to stop. Deep down, I wanted to see my sexy wife satisfied by a big cock. I wanted to see those big, swinging balls unload inside her as nature intended.
It was a long time before I got my wish. I usually only lasted a minute or two — just a taste of Ashley’s sweet pussy was enough to push me over the edge, even with a condom deadening the sensation. But Clyde just kept going and going, pumping away at my wife, his hips slamming into hers over and over. She was moaning from the first moment he penetrated her, but the longer they kept at it, the louder she got until she was practically screaming. I was worried she was going to wake up either her sister or the baby, but Ash was in her little world of lust.
After a few minutes, she came hard, shouting, “Fuck! Fuck!”, but Clyde didn’t slacken his pace for a moment. He kept on steadily pumping his cock into her through two more orgasms before he finally dug his fingers into her hips and slammed her pussy down onto his cock. He grunted loudly, over and over, and I watched his balls tighten as he flooded my young bride’s fertile womb with sperm. He had carelessly gotten her pregnant before, and he was probably doing it again. As that thought entered my mind, I felt my dick twitch painfully and my tighty whities fill up with a warm, sticky mess. I had cum in my pants watching another man cum in my wife!
I stood there dumbfounded for a minute, feeling my penis slide around the mess in my shorts as my erection subsided. I watched Clyde squeeze my wife’s ass as he held himself inside of her, not letting any of his seed escape. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a voice behind me cooing, “Enjoy the show?”
I spun around to see Daisy grinning wickedly. She wore only a skimpy tank top that barely constrained her pregnant boobs and did nothing to cover her round belly, and her pussy was exposed, shaved, and soaking wet. “It’s okay,” she said, lazily rubbing her slit. “I always get off watching him dumping his load into some slut.” I don’t know if I was more shocked at this pregnant teenager’s trashy language, or that the slut her boyfriend had just fucked was her sister.
“I hope she’s on the pill because otherwise she’s gonna look like this in a few months,” she said, rubbing her belly viciously. Ash hated the pill, and I knew Daisy knew that full well. Clyde’s sperm was probably assaulting one of her eggs as we spoke. Guiltily, I turned around, only to see my wife, leaking cum from between her legs, wearing nothing but a shit-eating grin.
“I think he likes the idea! I mean, he watched the whole thing happen and didn’t lift a finger to stop me. And let me guess…”She slid her hands into my pants and pulled away two fingers slick with cum. “Ha! Looks like you enjoyed watching me get fucked senseless. I saw you watching and figured if you had a problem with Clyde fucking me, you’d say so. But I know how much you love hearing about him using me, knocking me up, and tossing me aside. I guess getting to watch a reenactment was just too much to pass up.”
My face must have been beet red. My wife had just cheated on me with another man, and somehow I was the one being put on the spot to make things worse, Clyde strode over, his semi-hard dick pointing the way. Even at half-mast, he was bigger than I was fully hard. He clapped me on the shoulder as if he was offering me a beer, not fucking my wife.
“Hey, no shame in wanting your lady to have a good time. And she had a hell of a good time, didn’t you, Ash?” My wife just smiled in response. “And it sounds like you enjoyed the show, Chuck!” I couldn’t look him in the eye, but I couldn’t deny it either.
He absent-mindedly squeezed Ashley’s breast while I stood there like an idiot. “Well, I’ll be ready to give you an encore performance in a few minutes. But I was hoping I could ask you a favor, Chuck. I hate sloppy seconds, even if they’re my own, you know what I mean? Think you could help your wife out and clean up her pussy before I fuck her again?”
I wonder if Ashley had told him. Not only did I love eating her pussy, I loved it even more when she was a sloppy mess. I had licked my sperm out of her countless times and loved it. But eating her out when she was full of another man’s seed? That was too much.
Except I felt myself starting to stiffen a bit at the thought of it. And then my slutty, adorable wife smiled sweetly and said in a little-girl voice, “Please, honey? After the pounding my pussy just got, she could use some of your kisses. I bet you could make me come even harder than he did.” She walked backward to the couch, beckoning me closer. She sat down, legs spread wide open, and God help me, I’m not made of stone. Fully aware of Clyde and Daisy’s eyes on me, I got on my knees and gently kissed my wife’s belly, and then her abdomen, and then right at the top of her pussy.
She reeked of sex. Her lips were puffy and dark and glistening wet, and they still hadn’t closed up from the fucking she had just gotten. I had never seen a more inviting sight in my life. I licked my way down her slit and saw a trickle of white sliding out of her opening and down her ass crack. I was burning with shame, aware that both Clyde and his knocked-up teenage girlfriend were watching, but I couldn’t stop myself. I scooped up his sperm with my tongue and proceeded to eat my slutty wife’s messy snatch like it was my last meal.
If there were any snide comments, I didn’t hear them with Ashley’s thighs clamped around my ears. But after a few minutes of teasing her clit, I could hear her start to moan, as she started bucking her hips, grinding her pussy against my tongue. She cried out, and as she came, my dick came fully alive, sliding through the mess in my pants until it was straining against the sticky fabric.
But before Ash had even come down from her orgasm, I felt a rough hand on my shoulder pulling me backward, and I was carelessly thrown to the floor. I looked up just in time to see a very big cock slide home into my wife’s slit. I sat there helplessly, watching this brute roughly take my wife yet again. Occasionally I’d look over to see Daisy smirking down at me, one hand stroking her pregnant belly and the other rubbing her pussy. I made no effort to hide as I grabbed my dick through my shorts and yanked it hard, well-lubricated by the cum coating the shaft from my previous eruption.
Meanwhile, Ashley was egging on Clyde and teasing me, shouting things like, “You fuck me so good!”, “You’re so much bigger than he is!”, “cum in me again and give me another baby!” This went on for what felt like an eternity, my dick rocks hard at the sight of my wife being bred hard by another man. To his credit, Clyde outlasted all of us, as he fucked Ashley through two orgasms, I squirted more jizz into my pants, and I heard Daisy behind me moaning as she watched her sister get royally fucked. Finally, Clyde slammed all ten inches home and grunted again and again, my wife moaning “Yes, yes, yes,” as he shot his seed deep inside her unprotected, fertile belly.
Clyde remained balls deep inside of her and kissed her on the forehead. “You know, I always loved that tight little pussy of yours. I missed fuckin’ you.”
Ash rubbed her hand lazily across her taut abdomen, feeling the bulge his tool was making inside. “And I missed having your big dick inside me. If I had realized Charles didn’t mind, I would have come back for more ages ago.”
‘Yeah, good thing he likes to watch,” he said, throwing a wink at me, ”because I could keep fucking you all night long.”
Daisy crossed her arms over her swollen belly and pouted theatrically. “Don’t I get a turn?”
Ashley squirmed as Clyde slid his member out from the depths of her abdomen. He straightened up and held his cock in one hand, glistening wet and still mostly hard. “Anything for the lady,” he said, smiling at Daisy. “I guess you get your wife back for a bit,” he said to me. “You are one lucky man to be married to such an eager little slut.” Ashley didn’t object to this characterization, and if anything she spread her legs a little wider.
“Don’t bother getting dressed in the morning, I’m gonna want more of that pussy. Just come and wake me up with a blowjob, so long as Daisy’s not already on the job. Shit, maybe Chuck’ll want a turn before the week is out.” I felt my face turning beet red as I silently shook my head no. Clyde just laughed. I don’t know why his mockery hurt more than him fucking my wife, but I did no more to stop him than I had earlier.
Ash stretched herself and stood up, taking me by the hand and leading me to bed. She pushed me down onto the mattress and curled up next to me, her naked, sweaty, and leaking cum from her pussy, and me still fully dressed with a wet spot spreading on the front of my pants. She kissed me, and we ended up making out for a while, my hands roaming her naked body, neither of us saying anything about what had just happened.
She unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my chest. Then she unbuckled my pants and slid them off. I rarely came twice in a night, but I felt myself start to stiffen for a third time anticipating fucking my wife’s stretched-out, sloppy snatch. But when she had stripped me down to my underwear, still so wet they were practically transparent, she made no move to take them off, just rubbing the sticky fabric as my dick hardened underneath.
“Wow, you liked watching me get fucked. I mean, I thought you might, given how much you like hearing the stories. But I don’t remember you ever producing this much sperm, you must have been excited.”
Shame and lust and jealousy and excitement all swirled around my gut, and in the end, I resolved to simply be honest about my feelings. “I was. I came twice. Both times he fucked you.”
She smiled warmly and kissed me. “Thank you for not being jealous.”
“Oh, I’m insanely jealous. I wish I could fuck you like that. I wish you gave yourself to me that completely. I wish you were pregnant with my baby right now and not his. But none of that stopped me from watching it all happen. I was just too turned on watching how excited you were. I just got caught up in it. And besides, if I had said no, would you have stopped?”
She looked me in the eye and bit her lip. “I honestly don’t know. I mean, it’s not like I came here intending to fuck him. I thought, so many years had passed, he was with Daisy, I was with you… but he still just has this power over me. I kept wanting to scream, to push him away, but I couldn’t quite do it. And then I saw you watching and realized you weren’t trying to stop me… at that point I just gave in and let him have his way with me. It made it even more exciting knowing you were watching me and enjoying the show.”
“I’m sorry—the whole scene just got me incredibly hot, I couldn’t help it.” My wife just fucked another man, and here I was apologizing again. “Before we came here, I was really worried about him hitting on you, but once it was happening… I loved seeing how you responded to him, how excited you were even when you were trying to slow him down… you were just so goddamn sexy.” I kissed my wife as sweetly as I could. “And Clyde is such an asshole, but the way he took charge, just broke down all your defenses so quickly and fucked you so intensely… I was rooting for him to stretch you out with that big dick of his.”
Things got quiet for a moment, as I wasn’t sure if I was ready to admit this last part, but if I had been honest so far, I might as well tell her everything. I looked her in the eyes, and quietly said,
“I was even rooting for him to cum in you.”
She placed my hand on her flat stomach.
“Knowing he could get me pregnant.”
I just nodded.
“My brain was terrified that he was going to cum in me and knock me up again. And the rest of my body was desperate for him to cum in me and knock me up. I’m sorry, but it’s true.”
She didn’t sound that sorry, but I couldn’t be mad. I had let it all happen. And I found myself more in love with her than ever.
“If you are pregnant, it’s okay. I let it happen as much as you did. And you can still take the morning-after pill if you want to.” I’m not sure why I left it up to her instead of insisting. I probably opened the door for what I said next.
“There’s no drugstore around here that would carry those.” We were really in conservative Christian bible-thumper country, which means we’d pass a dozen porn shops before we got to a place that sold birth control. “Either I’m pregnant or I’m not. So far, he only came in me twice, and I don’t ovulate for a few days, so I’m probably okay so far.”
“So far?”
“Well, we’re staying all week. I know Clyde, he’s going to want to fuck me again, and there’s no way he’s using condoms. And I know myself, I’m not going to say no to him. And I think we both know that you’re not going to say no either.”
There was no hiding my erection through my semi-transparent, sticky drawers. She started stroking me through the mess. I started gently rubbing her pussy with two fingers. She was soaking wet.
“We can leave tonight. Just get in the car right now and not see them again until Daisy’s baby comes. Or we can stay the week like we planned. And you can watch me get fucked over and over. And you can watch that redneck asshole plant load after load of his seed in my womb. And if I catch… well… my belly will swell up with his baby and you’ll just have to deal.”
We locked eyes, her still stroking my prick with increasing fervor, me sliding four fingers into her stretched-out cunt with ease as I rubbed her clit with my thumb. I knew unless I put a stop to things right now, she was going home with a baby in her belly, and it wouldn’t be mine. I opened my mouth to tell her no, but nothing came out. I flashed back to Clyde fucking her so well. In my mind’s eye, I saw Daisy’s taut, swollen belly, and immediately pictured her sister looking just like her. I could envision Clyde’s sperm assaulting Ashley’s womb, penetrating her egg, creating a new life inside of her body. I imagined her breasts filling with milk, to feed his child. I imagined her tight little pussy stretched wide, birthing his baby. I imagined my humiliation, knowing that another man had impregnated my wife while I stood by helplessly and watched. I felt myself burn with shame at the thought of it. But I also felt my balls tensing. My wife’s hand continued to stroke me, closer and closer to the edge.
“I want…”
“Tell me.”
I couldn’t get the words out. I saw her face, breathless with anticipation. I knew what she wanted to hear.
“I want…”
“Say it.”
The words came out in a low groan, barely above a whisper.
“I want to watch you again. With him.”
I was telling her to fuck another man, to take his sperm unprotected, to let him impregnate her. I felt a warmth spread across my crotch, as my third load of the evening dribbled out of my aching penis. I was too tired for a proper orgasm, it just felt warm and wet. But as my dick continued to leak, I managed to gasp out these words.
“I want him—to fuck you. I want—him—to make you—pregnant.”
My wife kissed me and gently ran a finger across the fresh wet spot in my underwear. “I know you do, honey.”
Exhausted from my third orgasm of the night, I collapsed into sleep. I dreamed of Ashley naked, with a huge swollen belly like her sister’s. A river of thick, white sperm leaked out of her cunt. Unable to control myself, I knelt, hands across her belly, and drank from between her legs. The stream of sticky cum was endless, filling my mouth no matter how fast I gulped it down. I heard Clyde’s laughter in my ears, as I kept greedily drinking his sperm, which was starting to overflow the corners of my mouth and run down my face. Soon Daisy’s laughter joined his, and then Ashley’s. I felt a warm wetness spread through my pants, and I didn’t know if it was piss or cum, but just like the river of sperm pouring down my throat, it just kept coming. I felt myself burning with humiliation, as everyone watched me wet myself as I gulped down another man’s sperm from my wife’s pussy. But I couldn’t stop.
The dream ended when I woke up in bed with a painful erection. I reached for my wife, but the bed beside me was empty. I did not doubt in my mind where she was, so I walked across the hall to Clyde’s bedroom, wearing only my soiled underpants from the night before. I wasn’t shocked or upset to see my wife on all fours, naked, lovingly kissing and sucking Clyde’s enormous rod. Daisy was nude as well, lying in the bed next to them, rubbing her huge belly and surveying the horny couple with a satisfied grin.
She squeezed her belly with both hands. “So Chuckie, I hear you want Clyde to give your wife a big belly like mine!”
I sputtered but no words came out. I locked eyes with Clyde, who had a shit-eating grin on his face as my wife slobbered all over his big dick. “Well, I sure do like fucking this tight little pussy. And we already know this little filly makes pretty babies for me. But I’m not sure I should. I think you need to ask nicely. Maybe I’ll even let you watch again!”
My cheeks were burning, but my little dick was also sticking straight out. Fucking my wife in front of me, even getting her pregnant wasn’t enough humiliation. He was going to make me say it.
“Yes. Yes, I want to watch.”
He made a big show of looking confused. “Watch what, Chuck?”
Ashley finally came up for air. “Come on, Charles, just tell him what he wants to hear. It’s what we both want.”
“Face it, Chuck, your wife wants my baby and not yours. Let’s both give her what she wants. All you have to do is say the word.”
The pleading look on my wife’s face broke my heart, and her words stung. “Please. I want him to fuck me and make me pregnant. Please. Just tell him to do it. I’ll make it up to you. I love you. But I need this. You know I do.”
I knew she couldn’t resist him. And I couldn’t resist her. I swallowed my pride and said what they both wanted to hear. What I couldn’t deny was that, deep down, I wanted to.
“Clyde. Please fuck a baby into my wife. She’s a dirty slut who needs a big cock filling her with lots of cum. And I love her for it. And I want her to get exactly what she needs. Fuck her hard and fill her womb with your sperm. And keep fucking her until she’s knocked up with your baby again. Treat my wife like your whore and use her again and again, And please, please, let me watch every second.”
Ashley let out a whoop and in one smooth motion, lifted her ass off the bed and plopped it down onto Clyde’s cock. He was soaked with her saliva, and her pussy was soaked with anticipation of this moment. She talked dirty as she slid her ass up and down on his lap, telling him how good his cock felt stretching her out, how much bigger he was than me, how much better he felt. She told him to build up a big load of sperm for her to make sure her womb was overflowing. She turned to look me in the eye and told him she wanted her belly to swell up with his baby.
This went on for ages before he finally rolled her over onto her back and started fucking her in earnest. Ashley started off moaning things like, “Come for me! Shoot right into my womb! Put a baby in my belly!” but eventually that degenerated into ragged screams as Clyde pounded into her. I couldn’t tell if she was having several orgasms or one continuous one.
Daisy appeared beside me, a devilish grin on her face. “I bet she never got it that good from you!” I just shook my head ruefully. His cock was reaching depths I’d never come close to touching. And his sperm was about to flood her womb again, something I’d only gotten to do rarely, and only when she was on her period and it was safe. We had scrupulously avoided an accidental pregnancy, and now she was begging to be knocked up.
And yet I accepted it. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was humiliated. Especially when Clyde and Daisy saw how I meekly accepted another man impregnating my wife. But that was because I wanted it. I loved my wife, I loved that she was being fucked so well, I loved that she was so uninhibited, even if it wasn’t with me.
Daisy put my hands on her taut round belly. It was surprisingly firm, and I thought I felt a flicker of movement under her skin. I started to imagine Ashley’s gravid belly in my hands, feeling the baby that another man was fucking into her womb right now. Her cries and moans echoed around the room, driving me wild. I felt myself starting to lose it, and I tore my ruined underpants from my body, just in time for my dick to start spurting all over Daisy’s round belly. I usually didn’t produce that much cum, but jet after jet of sticky white jizz shot out of me until she was coated.
Daisy looked bemused. “Wow, you cum a lot for a little guy.” She flicked my already-softening penis with her finger. “This stuff turns you on, doesn’t it?”
I nodded silently. She lazily trailed her fingers through the glistening mess on her belly. “I bet Clyde is gonna shoot even more sperm than this into your wife, though.”
As if on cue, Ashley practically shouted, “Come on! Come right in my womb! Put your baby in me!” I can’t imagine she was even aware of our conversation, she was just desperate for that monster in her pussy to do what God intended and impregnate her.
Clyde impaled her on his cock and then lifted her ass off the bed with one hand, and started slapping her ass, hard, with the other. Ashley screamed, but it sounded more like another orgasm than pain. Clyde started grunting, “Take it, slut,” and I saw his balls tighten as he unloaded deeper in my wife’s belly than I’d ever go. With each jet of sperm he shot into her womb, his hand came down on her ass harder than the time before. But I knew from the look on my wife’s face, she was in ecstasy.
After an eternity of grunts and moans and hard slaps, Clyde finally stopped cumming, and stopped spanking my wife. He continued to hold himself deep inside her and leaned in and sucked on one of her tits, just next to her nipple. He sucked deeply until Ashley cried out as he bit down on her tender flesh. He pulled his head away to show red teeth marks I could see from across the room, and a blossoming hickey. Only then did he slowly slide his cock out of her. It was half hard and still dwarfed mine, shining with the evidence of their mating. He wiped a trail of slime across her thigh and stood up.
Ashley just looked up at him adoringly. “Thank you,” she whispered. Even after slapping her ass red, biting her breast, she still worshiped him. Maybe abusing her body made her want him even more.
“You see that, Chuck? Fuck a slut well enough and she’ll beg you to slap her ass black and blue.”
She lazily turned her head to face me. She didn’t acknowledge what he had said, instead dreamily moaning, “Charles. I’m going to have his baby.”
I came over to the bed and squeezed her hand. “I know, baby. Whatever makes you happy.”
“Hey!” Clyde roared from across the room. “Who said you could jizz all over my girl?”
I spun around, my face turning red and my heart pounding. “Ah, I’m just kiddin’!” he laughed. “Glad to see you finally got your pecker out of your pants. Tell you what, you can shoot your load all over either one of these sluts any time the urge gets ya. But you’re not getting inside of either one of them as long as you’re in this house. Got it?”
I was kneeling next to the bed, still holding my wife’s hand, and Clyde towered over me, his sticky cock swinging back and forth in front of my face. I was afraid to find out what would happen if I tried to stand up to him, but I knew I wasn’t going to say no anyway. Instead, I just mumbled, “That’s fair.”
He took a step closer until his bulbous cockhead was right in front of my face. “Now, clean me off so I can fuck your wife again.” My mouth opened from shock and he pushed it closer. After a long moment, I shook my head no. He laughed. “Ah, I was just kiddin’. I ain’t no queer. But you sure thought long and hard about it, didn’t you Chuckie?”
My face burned with humiliation, but he was already ignoring me. “Now, Ash, why don’t you make us some breakfast? I worked up an appetite knocking you up!” He winked at me. “After we eat, I’m gonna slap your ass black and blue and then fuck another load of baby juice into you. How’s that sound?”
My wife just shook her head and smiled at him like he was an incorrigible scamp, and scampered off to the kitchen without bothering to get dressed. She was so drenched in sweat her hair was plastered to her face, I could see a white stream of cum leaking from her raw, swollen pussy, and her ass was bright red. She was the sexiest goddamn thing I’d ever seen. Clyde had claimed her body entirely, abusing and impregnating her, and yet I still worshiped every inch of her.
I went to follow her into the kitchen, but Daisy held me back. “That shit got me horny as hell. Ash told me how good you eat pussy, but I’m not sure you deserve any pussy.” She got on all fours on the bed, legs apart, belly and breasts swaying heavily, ass facing me to give me a good look at her snatch from behind. “How about you lick my butthole and I’ll get myself off.”
I had never even touched a woman’s asshole and had always been disgusted by the thought of it. And who knows when the last time Daisy had showered was. But after everything else that had happened, do you think I’d say no? I found myself with my face buried in her ass, tonguing her salty, sweaty rosebud, the unmistakable smell of shit hitting my nostrils. It was revolting, but I couldn’t stop myself. Especially when she started fingering herself just inches from where my tongue was going to work on her puckered asshole.
After a few minutes, I felt Clyde’s weight on the bed as he knelt in front of her. She greedily licked up her own sister’s juices from his cock as he told her what a good little slut she was. After a few minutes, he was hard as a rock again.
“Sweetie, you know I love to dump a load all over your face. But one of these little swimmers might be your nephew!”
Daisy laughed. “You mean you ain’t knocked up that little bitch yet? Better go fuck her some more. I hear her husband likes it.” She laughed and wiggled her ass in my face, before getting up off the bed and turning to look me up and down. I didn’t have Clyde’s powers of recovery, so my dick was still sticky and shriveled and there was no mistaking the pitying smile on her face.
“Your tongue feels good on my butthole, Charlie. You’re going to have to start spending a lot more time back there. Maybe if my husband ever takes a break from breeding your wife, he’ll buttfuck me so you can eat a load of his cum from my ass. I’ll probably be so stretched out that your whole tongue will fit inside! Won’t that be fun?”
No. It emphatically would not be fun. But I found myself unable to object and just sat there open-mouthed as she laughed at me again.
I got dressed before I went into the kitchen, but the other three stayed naked. I felt awkward, being fully dressed, but even more, so that my wife was casually chatting about the hike in the woods she wanted us to take that morning, as Clyde casually fondled her tits in front of me. I never thought I’d be happy to see a sexy naked woman put her clothes back on, but it came as a relief when Ash got dressed for the hike, just because it meant I didn’t have to watch Clyde mauling her, although he did squeeze her ass through her jeans and give her a deep kiss before we left for our hike.
I braced myself for a long talk as we walked, but it turned out there wasn’t much to say.
“So, you know I still love you,” she said, as she took my hand and led me off Clyde’s property and into the trees.
“Of course,” I said hesitantly. “I’m just not sure how this is going to affect us. I mean…”
“You told Clyde to fuck a baby into me last night. Practically begged him.”
“I got caught up in… I mean…” My wife had fucked another guy bareback, right in front of me, and somehow I was the one on the defensive.
She put her arms around my neck and pressed her body up against me. “And you meant it, didn’t you?”
It took a long moment of soul-searching before I quietly nodded.
“Clyde’s an asshole,” she stated bluntly. “But I love having his dick in me. I love when he cums on me. And I get hot thinking about him knocking me up again.”
I felt my mouth go dry.
“But I also love you dearly. I love being married to you, and I want to raise more kids with you.”
She kissed me. The mixture of joy, lust, and shame I had been feeling since the day before hit me even harder.
“So now I get everything I want!” She kissed me again and skipped down the trail. I watched her ass sway as she went, and realized she was right about it all. I knew she loved me. I knew she loved fucking Clyde. I knew I loved watching her. And I knew I’d love her no matter who she fucked and whose baby was growing in her womb.
So it was settled. We didn’t talk about it at all after that. She pointed out birds and plants and talked excitedly about things she wanted to do when we got back to the city, We talked about our ********—more accurately, her and Clyde’s ********, my stepdaughter—everything but the elephant in the room. Until we were in sight of the house again. She casually said, “I hope Clyde’s rested and ready to fuck me some more.”
I just squeezed her hand and told her to have fun.
Ten minutes later, she was naked and riding Clyde’s big cock, while Daisy was on all fours with my tongue buried in her asshole. Clyde had napped and showered, but I think Daisy made a point not to, just so her ass would be sweaty and disgusting just for me. So much so that she made me rinse with mouthwash before I was allowed to suck another load of Clyde’s sperm out of my wife’s pussy.
By the time it was time to go home, Ash’s pussy was red and gaping wide open. My dick hadn’t touched either woman since that first night, but I came more times than I had in my life, sometimes without even touching myself as I watched my wife get the fucking of a lifetime. On the car ride home, she dreamily talked about baby names, insisting she “felt pregnant,” although there was no way of knowing for another week at least.
Even after we got home, we didn’t make love for two weeks. She said her pussy was too stretched out and sore from all the fucking she got from Clyde, and that she’d barely be able to feel me. She wasn’t trying to be mean, it was just the truth, and I accepted that. But she did at least give frequent blowjobs, as I ate her pussy constantly, licked her asshole just like I had with her sister, and tenderly kissed the bruises Clyde left on her ass and the hickies on her breasts. He had left evidence of their intense coupling that was impossible for me to ignore, and yet I found myself getting turned on every time I pictured him stretching out my wife’s pussy and filling it up with sperm.
Finally, I came home from work one day to find Ashley stretched across the bed naked, with a little white rectangle resting on her belly. A pregnancy test. I didn’t have to ask what it said.
“So, he got you again?”
She smiled and rubbed her flat stomach, reminding me it wouldn’t be that way for long. “It’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
My cheeks burned and I couldn’t bring myself to speak. Not because she was wrong — just the opposite. She set the test on the bedside table and walked over to me, kissing me softly and wrapping her naked body around me.
“You’re going to be such a good daddy to our baby,” she cooed in my ear. “You’re such a good man,” she kissed me again. “And I’ll never forget that you let me get what I needed.”
I didn’t respond for a long time, until I finally managed to say, “I think I needed it too.”
