I was twelve the first time I saw my mom fucking the neighbor kid. Up until that morning, I had never had a thought about sex enter my head. I knew nothing about boys and wanted to know even less. But I heard noises coming from my parents’ bedroom. Moaning, like maybe Mom was in pain. I’m not sure she ever knew about this, but the air vents in my room and hers lined up, and I could look right into the room. I used to stay up past my bedtime and watch TV through the slats.
Except this time, I saw my mother lying on the bed, naked. And Benny, the 18-year-old who mowed our lawn, standing over her, skinny and pale, apart from the big hunk of meat between his legs. I had seen penises before — I had two brothers, and, well, brothers are disgusting. They both delighted in showing me pee coming out of their little things. But Benny’s was different. Thicker, stiffer. I knew penises were for more than just peeing, and now I was seeing one in action. Without any preliminaries, he was on top of my mother, shoving that thing inside of her over and over. Mom was trying to be quiet, but she wasn’t doing a very good job.
I masturbated for the first time that night, remembering what I had seen. Thinking about mom’s moans and cries and how excited she sounded. Thinking about Benny’s big thing, going between her legs, into her belly. Imagining it going into mine.
I quickly realized they did this a couple times a week, in the stretch of time after Benny (and I) got home from school, and before *** got home from work. I’d go into my room to do homework, and watch them fucking. Sometimes I touched myself while I watched. Sometimes I’d wait until I was in bed that night.
When I was thirteen, Mom and *** excitedly told us we were going to have a new brother or sister. I was pretty clear on where babies came from by that point. That baby in particular. I wondered if *** knew. As Mom’s belly grew, I was even more fascinated by her naked body. By watching her take Benny’s thing inside her, knowing it had put a baby there. When I masturbated, I fantasized that he was doing it to me. Spraying his stuff inside me. Making a baby in my belly too.
Looking back, I’m surprised I waited until I was eighteen to let him have a turn with me. I guess losing my virginity seemed like a big deal, and for a while I had romantic notions about finding my own boyfriend. But the other boys in school, even the older ones, seemed babyish. Just talking about cartoons and video games. Meanwhile, Ben already seemed like a man. He had a girlfriend, Holly, who was a year younger, and they had their tongues down each other’s throats at every opportunity. He even felt up her boobs on the school bus with other kids watching. Me among them. I was never jealous of him fucking Mom, but I hated Holly with a burning passion.
So I wanted a turn. I wasn’t subtle about it. I had been watching him through the windows for years, so I knew his routine. After dinner, he went up to his room and his ****** left him alone. He’d study sometimes, but he almost always ended up jerking off, and I never missed the chance to watch. A few times, I watched him fuck Holly, burning up with jealousy and lust. She’d sneak into his room through the window.
So one night, that’s what I did. *** took my brothers to some dumb boys action movie, Mom took the baby to my aunt’s to rub it in her face that Mom had four kids and she still couldn’t find a husband. So I had the house to myself. I took off all my clothes, and climbed up the lattice on the side of Ben’s house. If I had been smart about it, I would have waited until I was inside to get naked, but I was fifteen and an idiot.
But my dumb plan worked. I just lay in his bed, my legs spread like I had seen Mom do so many times. He walked in and his jaw dropped. I had thought about saying I knew about him and Mom, but I didn’t want him to get mad. So I just said, “I want to have sex with you.” That beautiful idiot didn’t argue, he just whipped his shirt off, unbuckled his pants, and I got to see his big, beautiful penis up close for about three seconds before it was halfway inside me. I grunted through gritted teeth, like I had seen Mom try and do to keep quiet. But I wasn’t good at it either. He pushed another two inches into me and I cried out, “oh, Jesus!”
Without taking his eyes off my naked body, and without pulling his penis out of me, Ben reached over to his computer and put on some loud music. He pawed at my breasts as he slowly slid in and out of me. He kissed my nipples and squeezed my butt. I was in heaven. He could do anything he wanted as long as he kept that big, hard thing inside me. He moved it back and forth nice and slow for a long time, and I savored every minute. But then I heard him moan, and he started thrusting into me. Harder and harder, his hips slamming into mine. I grabbed his butt cheeks, just like I had seen my mother do, and pulled him even closer. My insides were starting to hurt, but I didn’t want him to ever stop. Except I also wanted him to finish. I had fantasized about that moment since I was a little girl. I whispered in his ear, “shoot your stuff into me.” He squeezed my breast, hard, pinching my nipple. It hurt. I liked it. He thrust into me faster.
“Fill me up with your cum.” It was the first time I had said that word. It felt dirty. I wanted to be dirty. He grabbed my hips and slammed into me hard. He grunted louder than the music, over and over, and I felt his penis jerking inside me. I was disappointed I couldn’t feel every drop of his seed, like in my fantasies. But after a minute, he pulled out, and I felt something warm and sticky trickle out from between my legs, and I felt womanly and sexy and complete.
He kissed me. It was the first time I had ever kissed a boy, only after I had been deflowered and lay there with his sperm leaking out of me. We kissed for a long time, him gently rubbing between my legs. Sometimes taking a break to kiss my nipples. After a while, he rolled over onto his back and grabbed his penis. It was getting stiff again. “Would you suck it?”
Oh my God, yes. Yes I would. I had never done this before either, so I took him literally at first, trying to suck it like a straw. But he gently corrected me, and I caught on quickly, caressing it with my lips and tongue, taking as much of it as I could into my mouth, and then backing off until I was just touching the tip with the tip of my tongue. “Ohhhh, you’re fucking good at this,” he moaned, and I inwardly beamed with pride.
It didn’t take long before he was gasping for air between moans. “Can I cum in your mouth? Or on your tits?” Both excited me and I wouldn't have said no no matter what he did. But that wasn’t what I needed at the moment.
“Put it in me again. I like having your cum in my belly.”
If it crossed his mind that he could be getting me pregnant, it didn’t show. He eagerly stuffed that monster back into my pussy. He only hammered away at me for about another minute before he was grunting and shooting more white stuff into me, but I was still satisfied. Even skinning my knee climbing back down the side of his house, naked, couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. I discovered I loved having a cock in my pussy, I loved having a bellyful of sperm, and I wanted to do this more. A lot more.
I kept sneaking into his room. He started sneaking into mine. It wasn’t long before I told him I knew he was fucking Mom, I knew the baby was his, and I didn’t care, I just wanted my turn. So there were nights he’d fuck my mother, and then instead of sneaking out of the house before *** came home, he’d sneak into my room. Our game was to get naked, but only make out and stroke each other’s bodies while Mom was in the next room. If I could hear her, she could definitely hear me. By the time she had cleaned herself up and gone downstairs to look busy for when *** walked in the door, we were so keyed up we’d fuck like rabbits.
Now, I was a dumb kid, but I wasn’t a complete idiot when it came to Ben knocking me up. That first time was two days before my period. So we stuck to the beginning or the end of my cycle. If I was in the middle, he’d lick between my legs, (which felt amazing), and then he’d shoot his stuff all over my titties. But we never once used a condom or even brought them up. It was a really dumb risk, but I managed to stay out of trouble.
This went on for the rest of the school year, and then he went on a road trip with his buddies and then he was off to college on a football scholarship and I never saw him again. The big dumb idiot was fucking me, Mom, and Holly on the regular and just up and walked away. I spent the rest of high school and college fucking a progression of dumb jocks trying to recapture the magic, but it was never quite the same. Not sure if there was something about Ben, or if it was just the illicit thrill of fucking a guy who had knocked up my Mom. But I started using condoms religiously. When Ben fucked me, I loved having his sperm in my belly, and I fantasized about having his baby, even though I knew I shouldn’t. After him, I mostly thought, ugh, I don’t want to get pregnant from this loser.
So after I graduated, I took a new approach. No more dumb jocks. Artsy guys, nerdy guys, shy, sensitive guys — guys who actually gave a shit about me and had a brain in their head. Eventually I married one of them. Justin was half-white, half-Asian, cute, smart, creative, shy, well on his way to making good money as a web designer. Even though he was 27 and I was 23 when we met, I had way more experience with sex than he did. I was worried he’d be intimidated, or think I was a slut, but if anything I think he was a little in awe of me. Far from being jealous, he used to get me to tell stories about my “wild college days.” (He mostly hung out with his fellow male nerds and only had two girlfriends in college).
I held back on telling him about Ben until he proposed, and then I figured I owed him the full truth. I told him about watching him with my Mom, about how my sister was really my half-sister, about losing my virginity, about not using protection, all of it. Again, I was worried he’d be horrified, but he hung on my every word, and over the next few months, he dragged the story out of me again and again. I noticed he always fucked me with more enthusiasm at night if I had told him about Ben earlier in the day.
So I started telling him stories from my past more often to wind him up. He called me the “sexiest woman in the world,” and kept asking me what kind of adventurous stuff we could do. So I let him fuck my ass, which he had never done. We fucked in the car, which he had never done. We went skinnydipping, which he had never done, and fucked naked in the grass afterwards, which he had never done. He was really easy to please, given he had basically spent eight years either single or having missionary sex with his eyes closed.
Then as a wedding gift, I told him I wanted to do the one thing I had never done with anyone else. I threw away my birth control pills, and told him I wanted him to spend our honeymoon putting a baby in me. We spent a joyous honeymoon fucking aroudn the clock, although much to my disappointment, I didn’t get pregnant right away. It took six months. But we eventually had a beautiful baby boy. Given that being pregnant was basically my first sexual fantasy, I savored every moment of it, as did Justin, who delighted in my boobs swelling up and my belly stretching out. He worshiped my body even more than he had before, and we both agreed we wouldn’t wait too long to have another one.
In fact, once I had healed up and our sex life resumed, we started a little game. I never went back on the pill, and we never used condoms. We relied on Justin having enough self-control to pull out and shoot all over my belly, and in my most dangerous week, he’d fuck my ass or we’d 69. If we slipped up and I got pregnant, we wanted to have another baby anyway. And eventually we’d start trying for real again.
And we likely would have stayed on that path, if not for Ben.
But not that Ben. Not the one who took my virginity and got my mother pregnant. Our next-door neighbors moved away, and one day I was out for a run, trying to get my post-baby body back, and saw a shirtless teenage boy mowing the lawn next to ours. He was Latino, olive-skinned, with shaggy brown curls he kept pushing out of his eyes as he brushed the sweat from his forehead. That same sweat made every one of his muscles glisten, and he had a lot of them. I managed to tear myself away and head inside, but I’d be lying if I didn’t rub one out in the shower thinking about his sweaty, half-naked body.
I eventually got to know the Garcias, and found out Ben was about to start senior year and applying to colleges. Justin teased me to no end when he found out the kid’s name. “Holy shit, Benny, the boy next door! I bet this brings back some memories!”
I smacked him, less than playfully, but the comparisons didn’t stop. So I decided to start winding him up, talking about how he was actually better looking than my Ben. I’d flip Justin over in bed and pin him down, and say things like, “there’s no way I could overpower Ben. He could probably force me onto the bed and have his way with me?”
“Would you try and stop him?”
“Would you? You’d probably just sit there and watch, wouldn’t you? Not that you could pull him off me if you tried.”
Over the next few months, our sex life picked up, but things took a different tone. I found myself belittling Justin, calling his masculinity into question, comparing him unfavorably to the neighbor kid, and ex-boyfriends. He started calling me his dirty little slut, talking about how much I loved fucking all those muscular jocks, and openly fantasizing about what I’d do if I got Ben alone with me.
I didn’t like where any of this was going, and told him so a few times, but he didn’t stop, and any time he’d fantasize about me fucking other men, past or future, we’d have great sex. I hated it, but I also didn’t want it to stop.
And I found myself acting differently outside the house. I went from jogging in a baggy t-shirt, to a tank top, to a half shirt, to just a sports bra, and my running shorts kept getting shorter and shorter until they were basically panties. When the baby took naps, I started sunbathing in the backyard in a tiny bikini. If Ben was working in the yard, sometimes I’d lie on my stomach and unhook the back when I knew he was watching. And he ended up out in the backyard, shirtless and sweaty, more and more often. By fall the Garcias had the shortest grass in the neighborhood.
Finally, after two months of teasing, he walked across the yard to me. I had my bikini top off, and my instinct was to redo the clasp and sit up, but I didn’t. I just leaned to one side, nearly ******** my bare breast, but not quite.
“Uh… Mrs…”
“Choi. It’s my husband’s name.” I reflexively said that as people sometimes couldn’t get their heads around a white woman named Choi.
“I was wondering… do you need any help in your yard?”
I smiled and sat up, holding bikini strings behind my back and trying to do up the clasp again, but not trying very hard.
“Oh, I bet there are… things… you can do for me.”
Shit, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. Why was I talking like I was in a porn movie? I quickly recovered and said there were some weeds in the garden and I did hate mowing the lawn, so it’d be nice to have someone else to do that for me.
“Your husband doesn’t take care of that.”
“Oh, he’s busy working a lot of the time. It’d be nice if you could help me out.”
I really tried not to emphasize “help me out” like it was more porn dialogue but, well, I can’t promise you that I didn’t.
So that Saturday, Ben was mowing my lawn in all his shirtless, muscular glory. Justin was teasing me mercilessly. “Ooh, look at all those muscles!” he cooed, imitating my voice. “Are you going to sunbathe again so he has something to look at?”
“He’s just helping out in the yard. I knew you’d get like this if I asked him.”
I was accusatory, but I had also spilled every detail of how I asked him.
“Are you going to take your top off for him again? Maybe you should just leave it inside this time. Get rid of those tan lines.”
“I’m not fucking the teenage neighbor boy, you perv!”
“Again.”
“Fuck you. That was a long time ago.”
“And you still fantasize about it. And you’re fantasizing about this one too.”
“You fantasize about this shit, not me, asshole.” But even as I said it, I was gazing out the window at Ben, his skin golden brown from a summer spent outdoors, stretched tight over rippling muscles. I turned my back on Justin and stormed up to the bedroom, but came out a minute later in my tiny running shorts and a sports bra that was mostly just straps.
I made a show of adjusting my bottoms, tugging them down to ****** my pubes and then back up again. “Is this slutty enough for you, asshole?”
Before he could answer, I walked out the door and over to Ben.
“Hey, thanks for doing this. I really appreciate your help.” I touched his arm as I said it, and there was no mistaking him drinking in the sight of my body. I jogged away slowly, feeling his gaze on my ass as I went. Instead of my usual run, I just circled the block so I could run past Ben and give him a good look. And take a good look myself.
That night, I had my jammies on early and was curled up in bed with Netflix, when I happened to look out the window. There wasn’t much of a view, just a window in the neighbor’s house that always had the curtains drawn. Except they were open. It was Ben’s room. And Ben was there, shirtless as usual, sitting on the edge of the bed lifting a big weight with one arm, then the other. I watched him in fascination, his face screwed up in concentration, the muscles in his powerful arms taut. He did I don’t know how many reps, before he stood up and faced away from me, revealing a firm, round, bare ass. He was naked. Did he leave the window open so I’d see? Or was I a peeping Tom spying on a teenage boy?
He set the weights down and turned around, and all thoughts of whether I should be spying on him flew out of my head, to be replaced by one overriding concern.
“Oh my God, he’s huge!”
I spun around to see Justin in the doorway.
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Watching you watch him? Quite a while. Your boyfriend’s quite a specimen!”
“He’s not my—”
But the words caught in my throat as he started stroking the monster between his legs. He lay down on the bed, but the bed faced the window, so we had a clear-as-day view of his stiff cock and an impressive set of balls hanging between his legs. We both watched, mesmerized, as his fist moved up and down his shaft, slowly at first, and then faster and faster, building to a fevered pitch, until he let go, and jet after jet of sperm made thick white lines across his tanned stomach. He grabbed a towel from next to the bed and lazily wiped himself off before tossing it into the corner. He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, and Justin and I just watched in silence for a moment.
“Damn… that was—”
“Just shut up and fuck me.”
We were naked in about ten seconds… but it was only about thirty seconds before Justin pulled out and moaned as he shot a few droplets of cum onto my ass. I usually enjoyed sex with my husband, but after winding myself up watching Ben, it was anticlimactic. Before I knew what I was doing, I laid into him.
“What the fuck was that? You’d think you were the teenager, you can’t control yourself for more than ten seconds. I could barely tell you were in me before your pathetic load started dribbling out of you. Maybe I do need a big cock like Ben’s, maybe I’d actually feel something for a change. And that gallon of sperm he shot out wouldn’t go to waste in a towel, I promise you that.”
I didn’t mean any of it — like I said, sex with Justin was usually great, and I had no complaints about his average-sized dick. I’m not really sure what came over me, I was just sick of him teasing me about Ben, and I guess my guilt over fantasizing about him spilled over into anger.
But to my surprise, Justin was getting hard again. I don’t know if he was getting excited at the thought of Ben’s big cock inside me, or he just liked the abuse, but he grabbed my shoulders and went to push me down on the bed for another round. I didn’t let him move me, grabbing his head instead and pushing it down between my legs as I lay down on the bed — at my own pace, not his.
“Make yourself useful for once. Maybe if you do a good job making me cum, I’ll let you put your pathetic little thing inside me for another ten seconds.”
Justin clearly did like the abuse, as he ate my pussy like it was his last meal. He did, in fact, do a good job making me cum, and then he stuck three fingers inside me, his tongue went back to work, and got me off again. I was eager to fuck him after that, and this time he lasted a while before pulling out and making a sticky mess on my belly.
I cupped his balls and tugged them gently, just to make him feel vulnerable before I started in on him again.
“You really get off on this stuff, don’t you?”
Justin just moaned. I squeezed his balls gently.
“Do you really want me to fuck Ben?”
His mouth dropped open, but no sounds came out. I squeezed his balls less gently.
“Do you want Ben’s big dick to stretch out my pussy? Do you want him deeper in my belly than you’ll ever go?”
I made a fist around his balls, and he moaned. “Ugh! Yes! Yes!”
I let go of his balls and brushed his penis aside with the back of my hand. “Well don’t get any ideas into your sick little head. It’s just a fantasy. I’m not acting out any of your perverted little games.”
I rolled over, facing away from him, towards the window. I had a clear view of Ben, sitting up in bed, watching us. Watching me. I made no move to cover myself up, and pushed Justin away when he tried to spoon me.
And I meant what I said when I told Justin it was just a fantasy. So why did I find myself lying on a towel the next afternoon, bikini top not just unfastened but lying in the grass next to me? Why did I pretend not to notice Ben coming until he picked it up off the ground?
“Be careful not to lose this.”
My body tensed, and I turned my head to look up at him without ******** myself.
“If my parents see you like this, they might not want me coming around any more.”
I smiled up at him. “Why, what do they think might happen?”
“I dunno… they worry I might get into trouble.”
I laughed. “I bet you’re trouble for the girls at school.”
He shifted his stance nervously. “Yeah, I guess. A few of them. But they’re just girls. Most of ‘em are pretty childish. They don’t compare to a woman like… like you.”
I rolled over into a sitting position, nerves tingling and goosebumps all over my body as I was painfully aware that I was bare-breasted in front of this teenage boy. I silently prayed none of the other neighbors could see into our backyard. I knew this was wrong. Getting this kid’s hopes up was wrong, torturing my husband was wrong… but not so wrong that I stopped.
Ben’s eyes went wide at the sight of my bare breasts. I wondered if he had seen pink nipples before. I wondered if he had seen pierced nipples before. His mouth opened and no sound came out, but his shorts suddenly got very tight, as his cock started to unfurl a few inches from my face.
“I bet it’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” I said, letting him know I saw him watching me last night.
“Yeah, but… not like this… not up close… you’re so beautiful…”
I blushed. “Well you are a very impressive specimen of a man.” I stood up and ran my hands across his chest. “In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever been so impressed.” I had no control over my hands as they slid down his chest and into his shorts. I wrapped my fingers around the tree trunk in his pants. They barely fit.
Ben froze, unsure of what to do next.
“Mrs…”
“Just Jane is fine.” I started stroking his cock up and down.
“J… J… but what if your husband sees?”
“My husband’s a sick fuck. He’d probably cum in his pants if he saw me with you.”
“But… why?”
“He has this pervy fantasy about me fucking the neighbor boy with the big cock.” I pulled the front of his shorts down and let that beautiful monster free.
“Are you sure we should…”
I pulled his dick down towards me, and gently licked the head.
“I can stop any time you want. Just say the word.”
But I put my mouth over as much of his cockhead would fit. I was already drooling over him uncontrollably.
He never gave the word. I made love to that beautiful cock with my lips and my tongue, stroking him as I went, barely aware that I was half-naked outdoors for all the world to see. Ben started moaning softly, and then gasped “oh, fuck!” like he was trying to hold in a shout so the neighbors wouldn’t hear. I instinctively pulled back, and got hit with a sticky rope of sperm that went from my forehead, down my cheek, my chin, and onto my neck. The next shot aimed higher and covered my nose and went into my hair. Three more spurts crisscrossed my breasts, before I put my mouth over his head, and was rewarded with one, two, three, four squirts of hot, sticky goodness.
I thought about gulping it down, but instead I pushed it all out of my mouth, letting it dribble down my chin, down my neck, and into my cleavage. I gasped for breath.
“That is a quite a dick you have.”
Ben was red-faced and sweating bullets. “Holy fuck.”
I suddenly came down from the sexual high I had been on and the awareness of being naked, outside, blowing a teenage boy, came rushing back.
“You should go back home before anyone sees.”
“I… but… can I come back? Shit, what if your husband finds out?”
“Like I said, he’s—”
“Yeah, but what if he’s pissed? Talking about it and doing it are two different things.”
Smart kid. “If he’s mad, he’ll be mad at me and not you, and it’ll serve him right. I’ll worry about him. You just go home and pretend this never happened.
Except, of course, it did happen. And wasn’t worried about Justin being mad. He deserved to be mad. So when I went back inside, I made no effort to clean myself up. I walked into the spare room where Justin was sitting at his computer, wearing nothing but bikini bottoms, my face and tits looking like a glazed donut, and threw it in his face.
“Well, you finally got your wish.”
His jaw dropped. “Holy shit! Jane! What happened?”
“Exactly what you wanted. I showed Ben my tits, and I pulled his big cock out of his pants and sucked it until he did this to me. I hope you’re happy now.”
“I… I mean… God damn, you are the sexiest woman in the world.”
“You asshole. You’re supposed to be pissed at me. Jealous. Something!”
“I can’t help it. I love how sexy and adventurous you are. And right now you look hotter than any woman I’ve ever seen.”
He kissed me, licking Ben’s sperm off my lips as he went, rubbing his sperm into breasts. I hated that this was his reaction, that my husband was treating me like a dirty whore, but I kissed him back, and found my pussy getting wet all over again.
“Damn you, I thought this would get this sick fantasy out of your system, not get you wound up even more.” But as I said it, I realized I didn’t actually think that, I knew exactly how my husband would react.
Justin looked deeply into my eyes, even as I had to blink away a drop of sperm to look back. “I love you more than anything, and I will never get mad at you for enjoying sex.”
“Even if it’s with someone else?”
“It was my fantasy too. I loved hearing about you fucking Old Ben. I played it out in my head so many times. And now I get to see it play out for real. My sexy wife gets to have dirty, exciting sex. How could I be mad about that? I want you to enjoy sex to the fullest, whether it’s with me or him.”
“It’s only supposed to be with you!”
“But that’s what makes it exciting! Sneaking around, worried about getting caught, just like when you were a teenager.”
“But I’m a grown woman! We’re married! I’m somebody’s mother!”
“And yet you still like sex so much you just sucked a big cock and you’re covered in cum.”
I didn’t have a response to that.
“The last thing in the world I want is for you to start thinking of yourself as a mom who has no interest in sex. I’d rather you fuck a dozen guys than just shut down and turn into an old lady.”
I sighed. The coating of sperm that had felt so hot was turning cold and clammy, and my mood went with it.
“I only ever wanted to enjoy sex with you.”
My husband smiled. “And I love you for that. But admit it. If he fucked you, you’d enjoy it.”
I raised my voice to him. “I’m not fucking a teenager just so you can jerk your little pecker thinking about it!”
“But would you enjoy it.”
“Fuck you.”
“Be honest with me. Be honest with yourself.”
“Of course I would. But what if I like him too much? What if I want him instead of you?” I ran my husband’s hand through the gooey mess on my chest with one hand and grabbed his crotch with the other. “What if his big dick feels so good I don’t want yours anymore? What if I bring him over here every night to fuck me, and you’re stuck listening from the couch and pulling on your pathetic little weenie like a child?”
Justin looked ashamed for a minute, but quietly spoke up. “I… I fantasize about that sometimes. Listening to you getting fucked really well. Maybe even watching it happen.”
“It’s a fantasy, you sad little perv. The reality is different.”
“The reality sounds better.”
“I promise you it won’t be. I promise you’ll regret it.”
I felt his dick stiffen in his pants and I knew he didn’t believe me for a second.
“I won’t. I will always love you, no matter what.” As if to prove his point, he kissed me, then licked the sperm off my nipples, then kissed me again, then licked a line of sperm off my face, and kissed me one more time.
“Look at all this cum. You inspired him. He definitely won’t stop until he fucks you.”
I folded my arms across my breasts, feeling them getting sticky from the sperm Justin hadn’t licked up yet.
“We should get condoms.”
“Should we, though?”
I smacked my husband’s chest. “Don’t be silly.”
“Did you ever use them with the first Ben?”
“Well… no… but we were dumb kids.”
“Did it turn you on? Knowing he could put a baby in you? Just like he did to your mom?”
I bit my lip. I didn’t like where this was going, but my husband knew me too well for me to lie to him. “You know it did.”
“And does it turn you on, thinking about Benny putting a baby in you?”
“Is that your sick fantasy? A teenage kid getting me pregnant?”
“It’s not a sick fantasy, just a fantasy. Tell me you haven’t thought about it.”
“Are you crazy? I could never! How would we explain it to… anyone? I mean, his parents would put two and two together immediately. I’d go to jail!”
“He’s 18.”
“I’m almost 30! And I’m not giving birth to my teenage neighbor’s kid, just because you get off on the idea. You fucking asshole.”
My husband put his hands up, trying to look innocent. “I’m not saying you have to do it! I’m just asking if the idea of it turns you on.”
I was fuming at this point, long past tired of Justin maneuvering me into his sick fantasies.
“Yes, of course it turns me on, you fucking letch. He’s handsome, he’s pure muscle, he’s hung like a horse. I think about fucking him all the time. I think about fucking him bareback, taking my chances, maybe even getting pregnant on purpose. But unlike you I can separate fantasy from reality. I’m using condoms with him, no matter what.”
“So you’re still going to fuck him?”
“You’re goddamn right. And until I do, you can sleep on the couch. I’m fucking him because I want to, not to satisfy your sick urges.”
I was a little harsh, but that’s how it went with us — we’ve have a nasty fight, and then we’d make up, usually with some passionate sex afterwards. But I swore I’d stick to my guns. By the time I let him touch me again, I’d be the adulterous slut he was so desperate for me to become. I was going to give my perverted husband exactly what he wanted, and he’d have to live with the consequences.
And I figured why wait. My pussy was still wet from my dalliance with Ben earlier and my fight with Justin. Instead of getting dressed, I took a nice hot shower, put on some red lipstick, then gingerly shaved my pussy clean. That was another thing Justin had been bugging me to do, but I didn’t want to deal with razorburn and ingrown hairs and whatever else might annoy me about it. But now I wanted to do it for Ben, and make sure my lousy husband knew I was doing it for another man and not him.
I walked through the living room naked, and he didn’t say a thing, but he also couldn’t take his eyes off my pussy. Without saying a word to him, or even looking his way, I walked out the back door. If I had any sense, I would have put clothes on and undressed in Ben’s room. But this was how I did it when I was a kid, and it just felt right. I wasn’t sure I could still climb up a drainpipe at 28, but all that jogging had kept me in good shape, and I managed. I stretched out on Ben’s bed, lazily stroking my pussy with one hand until, a few minutes later, he walked in.
He gasped audibly when he saw me, but although my heart was pounding, I tried to act like it was only natural that I was there.
“This afternoon wasn’t enough. I need that beautiful cock of yours inside me.”
“But your husband…”
“Fuck my husband. You’re my husband tonight.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. He tore off his clothes and practically dove on top of me, sucking my titties while I ground my pussy against his muscular abdomen. I grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him face-to-face with me. As we kissed, I felt his cockhead nestle into the folds of my labia, ready to do what nature intended.
“We have to be quiet,” he whispered. He covered my mouth with his as he slid several inches of thick, hard meat into me. It was all I could do to stop from screaming, but I managed to just moan around his tongue. He withdrew excruciatingly slowly, and then thrust back in, giving me a few more inches. I already felt more full than I ever did with Justin, and I knew there was more to come. In fact, it took five or six thrusts until I felt his balls resting on my ass and the head of his cock somewhere under my bellybutton.
“You’re so… fucking… big,” I moaned, as he held himself deep inside me.
“I’ll try and be gentle,” he whispered back.
“Fuck that. I want you to wreck my pussy with that monster.”
I rolled over onto my hands and knees, wiggling my ass at him. He slapped it playfully, but when he grabbed my hips and slammed his cock home he was anything but playful. Every thrust practically knocked the wind out of me, and I was worried his parents would hear my muffled screams into his pillow. I knew I’d be sore as shit in the morning, but I wanted it to go on forever. Him punishing me, using me, hurting me. I was a cheating slut now, and I wanted to be treated like one.
For a kid, he had remarkable control, as he pounded my pussy hard for a good twenty minutes without slackening his pace or getting anywhere near cumming. Finally, he pulled out and with an exhausted sigh, lay on his back. But he wasn’t finished yet.
“Suck it for me.”
I’d never let my husband order me around like that, but I was Ben’s slut to use as he saw fit. Although I did maneuver my pussy over his face. He eagerly tongued my dripping wet snatch as I made another valiant effort to get that monster of his into my mouth. After a few minutes, I couldn’t take it any more, and lowered my pussy onto his cock. It had been a struggle to get him all the way inside of me before, but now I slid down on him without much trouble. I clenched my pussy muscles onto his cock, and then lifted my ass up and down. After repeating this a few times, I opened my eyes and realized I was facing the window. I found myself staring into the face of my husband. Just like Ben had been the night before, he was naked on the edge of the bed, cock in hand. Although I have to admit it was a less impressive sight.
Keeping eye contact with Justin, I fingered my pussy as I continued to ride Ben’s cock. As turned on as I already was from getting the fuck of a lifetime, it wasn’t long before I was gaspingi and shuddering with an orgasm, trying desperately to keep silent. Ben was nice enough to give me a minute to catch my breath, and then he rolled me onto my back and was back inside of me. He went back to thrusting hard, and I wrapped my legs around him, grabbing his ass with both hands, trying to pull him even deeper inside of me with every thrust.
He fucked me hard for what seemed like forever, until I could barely catch my breath in between thrusts. Finally, he moaned, “I’m gonna cum.”
“Yes,” I panted. “Yes. Come for me.”
“Where do you—”
“Inside me. Deep inside me.”
I had been adamant about condoms before, and I meant it, but by the time I had showered, any thought of them left my head. We didn’t have any in the house anyway, but did I forget about them accidentally? Or on purpose? I honestly can’t say, but as with so many things that happened that fall, I think my body just shut down my brain and went after what it wanted.
And right now, it wanted Ben’s sperm inside me. I locked my legs around his ass until I felt his cock twitching inside me. He grunted and moaned, and I pictured that massive load he had covered me with earlier in the day, overflowing my pussy, flooding into my womb, and I had another orgasm right alongside him.
“That was the best fuck of my life,” I whispered, and I meant it. I felt incredibly satisfied and fulfilled, savoring the feeling of his penis very slowly shrinking inside of my pussy. Knowing about a gallon of his sperm was filling up my insides. Knowing we hadn’t just fucked, we were breeding as nature intended. I knew I was playing a dangerous game here, but given it had taken me six months to get pregnant the first time, I figured I was probably safe. But then again, it was Justin trying to make a baby, and he couldn't compete with Ben in terms of quantity or quality. I resented him for pushing me to do this, and I resented him for not being able to satisfy me like this. Had I been wasting my life sleeping with him, when I could have been getting fucked like this every night?
“Can we… do that again sometime?”
Despite fucking me like a pro, Ben was still a sweet, nervous kid at heart.
“Oh, we have to do that again, all the time.”
“But what if my parents catch us? Or what if your husband does?”
I smiled. “Oh, he already has.” I sat up, and pulled Ben up with me. Justin was still framed perfectly by our two bedroom windows. I took Ben’s hands and put one on my breast and the other on my pussy. Then I blew Justin a kiss. All he did was smile back at me.
“Looks like he’s enjoying the show. What do you say we give him more to look at? Ben’s cock had shrunk down by that point, but I took it in my mouth, and made a big show of sucking it until it got hard again. Then I got on my hands and knees, and looked my husband in the eyes as Ben pounded into me again. I tried glaring at Justin, as if to tell him he was getting just what he deserved, but I couldn’t hold that pose before my eyes glazed over with lust. I came twice more before Justin shot another load into me.
I stayed with him for a while, just pressing my naked body against him, kissing him, knowing my husband was still watching our every move. But then my blood ran cold as I heard Ben’s mom calling for him. “I’ll be there in a minute!” he shouted, frantically pulling clothes back on.
I kissed him once, sweely, and said, “let’s do this again soon,” and shimmied out the window.
Justin was waiting for me as soon as I walked through the door. His pants were off and his dick was shriveled and sticky from jerking off while watching me fuck. It was a pathetic sight, and to be honest it made me feel better about fucking Ben instead of him.
“Enjoy the show, creep?”
I wanted him to feel guilty, feel uncomfortable, feel anything at all about me violating our marriage vows, but he looked like a kid on Christmas. “That was unbelievably hot! I came three times just watching you!” He said it like he was proud of himself.
I flicked his little penis with my finger. Partly because I was mad, and partly because I wanted to see how much abuse he’d take before he stopped looking at me like a puppy dog.
“Well, if you like pulling on that little thing so much, you can do that from now on. I’m going to keep fucking Ben, and anyone else I feel like, but you’re not allowed to touch me or anyone else until further notice. At some point, you can come back to our bed, but for now you’re sleeping on the couch.
I have no idea whether he enjoyed the couch or not, but I slept fitfully in bed, reliving the fucking I had just gotten, how forbidden and dirty it had been. And while it was early in my cycle, I was well aware that two heavy loads of Ben’s sperm were inside me right now, trying to make a baby.
The next day seemed normal. The morning was the usual rush of getting the baby I had already had to daycare and getting to work, and when we got home, it was the usual routine of playing with our son, giving him a bath, making our own dinner. We both pointedly avoiding talking about the night before while we ate, but as we were finishing up, the front door opened. There was no knock, Ben just walked into the living room like he owned the place.
“I know you like watching when we do it, so I thought you might like to watch up close.”
Justin was speechless, but he managed a little nod. Far from the meek, polite kid who had been mowing my lawn, Ben had a quite confidence. He wasn’t asking Justin, he was telling him. And he wasn’t asking me. He kissed me, and without giving me a chance to object, pulled my shirt over my head. I obligingly lifted my arms. I kissed him back as I unsnapped my bra — he was still a kid, I figured I’d give him a break on that one. I looked Justin in the eye as Ben sucked on my titties and unzipped my pants and slid them down my legs. My husband was enjoying every second.
Ben turned me around to face my husband, naked and unashamed, apart from my panties. Ben calmly and clearly said, “finish undressing her for me.” He was making Justin participate, so there was no pretending that he didn’t want what was about to happen. Justin happily obliged, sliding my panties down my legs, and then gently kissing my pussy, still freshly shaved for Ben’s benefit, not his.
“I want you to enjoy yourself to the fullest,” he whispered. And reader, I fucking did. Ben licked my pussy while putting three fingers inside me to rub my g-spot, and I came harder than I could remember doing with my husband. Then he rolled me onto my hands and knees and slid his cock all the way into me. I gasped and moaned to make sure Justin couldn’t miss what Ben’s beautiful cock was doing to me.
I was dimly aware that my husband was naked and stroking his little dick, but I put him entirely out of my head, until Ben pulled out of me and pushed me onto my back. I remembered every jock I fucked in highschool manhandling me, and realized how much I missed it. In a relationship, I wanted to be in charge, but in bed, I needed to be tossed around like a ragdoll.
“Cum on her tits,” Ben instructed my husband. Before I could tell him no, that I didn’t want my husband’s sperm anywhere near me, he shoved his cock back into me. I shouted out loud at the sudden intrusion, and by the time my mouth was closed, I felt a warm, sticky mess running down my boobs and onto my neck.
“Just a few… pathetic… drops…” I managed to say through gritted teeth as Ben continued rutting into me. “Ben… is gonna… put so… much… more… into… my… womb.”
Ben’s voice was still strong and clear as his pace didn’t slacken. “You want my sperm inside you?”
I started rubbing my clit just thinking about it. “Deeper… than my husband… will ever… go…”
Just the idea of Ben shooting a massive load of sperm straight into my unprotected womb sent me over the edge, and I had another orgasm. I think I may have screamed for him to cum inside me and knock me up, but I don’t know if I did out loud or just in my head.
But he wasn’t ready to cum yet. He had staying power well above anything my pathetic husband had ever managed. He fucked me to one more orgasm, and as I was cumming, I felt his cock twitching violently, and heard him grunting, and felt warmth spreading deep in my belly, and it made me come even harder.
I closed my eyes, and held his sweaty, muscular body against mine, savoring the feeling of his cock inside my well-fucked pussy, of his sperm soaking into my womb. Of his strong arms around me, of his lips kissing mine. I wasn’t aware Justin was in the room; I was barely aware I even had a husband. There was nothing in the world but my body and Ben’s, locked together in perfect union.
But eventually I felt him soften and withdrawal. But I knew from the night before we weren’t done. He asked me, politely as ever, “would you suck it until I’m ready again?”
“Of course!” I said, and motioned him to bring that beautiful monster up to my face.
“Clean her up until I’m ready to fuck her again.” I was already focused on Ben’s cock and didn’t look up, but I felt Justin’s hands on my thighs, and felt his tongue against my pussy lips. I’ll admit, it felt good, but I was mostly focused on Ben, licking his shaft, caressing his balls, making the occasional try to get as much of him into my mouth as possible.
Justin didn’t make me cum, I made a point not to focus too hard on what he was doing. But I made Ben rock hard again. When he was ready, he lay down on the bed and motioned for me to ride him. “This time, cum on her face,” he instructed my husband. But I didn’t look at him or acknowledge him. I only had eyes for my young lover, as I bounced up and down on his cock, my breasts swaying in time until he took them in both hands and started caressing my nipples. I put one hand between my legs and before long I was coming for the fourth time.
Ben grabbed my ass with both hands, and firmly pushed me up and down on his cock. I felt like he was splitting me in half, and I never wanted it to stop. Eventually he slipped a finger up my ass, then another. I would have slapped Justin if he did that, but I found myself moaning “yes” for Ben.
At a certain point, I felt a weight on the bed. I turned to look in time to see my husband’s little dick shooting off. After Ben had coated my face completely the day before, the little spurts my husband produced hardly registered. Without acknowledging him, I turned back to riding Ben.
I rode him to one more orgasm — five was my personal best — and then slowly slid myself off his cock. I knelt down and wrapped my lips around his cockhead. I licked my way down the shaft, and gently licked both of his balls.
“So much sperm in these balls,” I cooed. “But every drop belongs in my pussy. Will you cum deep inside of me again?”
Ben stroked my hair. “Any time you want.”
I grabbed a pillow from the bed and slid it under my stomach. Face down, ass up, hips elevated — Justin and I used that position often when we were trying to conceive, and I knew the significance wouldn’t be lost on him. Plus, that position was best for deep penetration, and I wanted Ben as deep inside me as possible.
“Cum in me,” I moaned, as he fucked me deep and hard. “Fill me with your sperm.” I arched my back to try and get him deeper inside me. “Cum in me deep.” I grabbed his ass to pull him even closer. “Put a baby in me.”
I didn’t mean to say that last one. But as soon as I did, Ben cried out. And then again and again, as jet after jet of sperm came pouring out of him and as deep inside of me as requested. I held him inside of me for a long time, just savoring the moment. In the back of my mind, I knew I had taken a huge risk and fucking him unprotected was a terrible idea. But in the moment, it felt better than anything I had ever experienced.
After a long minute, Ben slid his cock out of me. I felt empty and incomplete, but we rolled onto our sides and he held me, one hand stroking my hip and the other gently holding my boob. I lay there with my eyes closed, feeling his naked body pressed against mine. When I opened my eyes for a minute, I saw my husband, grabbing his stiff little dick, and looking like a sad little pervert. I knew I had to talk to him about all this… but not yet. I closed my eyes and fell asleep in my lover’s arms.
I woke up to the feeling of Ben’s hard cock nestled between my ass cheeks. He slid into my pussy, which was way past offering any resistance by this point, and we fucked lazily like that for what felt like an hour. At some point, I felt a few drops on my face as Justin must have cum again, but I mostly kept my eyes closed and savored the nice, long, slow fuck, until I got the satisfying feeling of him cumming inside me again.
We spent a long time lying in bed together, just kissing and exploring each other’s naked bodies, as I felt his sperm slowly leak out of me. Occasionally I’d glance up to see my husband watching us, drool practically running down his chin, but I ignored him as best I could. Eventually a thought crossed my mind:
“Aren’t your parents wondering where you are?”
Ben smiled. “They think I’m sleeping over at a friend’s. Can you imagine if they knew where I really was?”
The spell of the previous night was broken, as it hit me that I had just fucked a high school student. That I had taken him bareback, over and over, and that my unprotected womb was overflowing with his sperm.
My mind was racing and my heart was suddenly pounding. But I managed to kiss Ben sweetly and gently suggest it was time to go. “I might have some work for you to do this weekend, but for now, I have to talk to my husband.”
He said he understood and excused himself. Justin watched him go, almost longingly, and then turned to face me. He looked like a kid who just met Santa.
“Honey, that was amazing. You were so goddamn sexy. I want you to—”
“You fucking asshole! I might be pregnant!”
“You said you were going to use condoms.”
“And you didn’t want me to, did you? You sure as shit didn’t complain when he was cumming in me over and over again last night.”
“It was just so hot. The sight of it, the idea of it…”
“Yeah, well your stupid fucking idea might come back to bite you on the ass in nine months.”
“Look, if you’re pregnant, we can always—”
“If I’m pregnant, I’m having the fucking baby. And you can take care of it, since this was all your idea.” I know I was being harsh, but I needed to know how far I could push things. If Justin was going to blame me or resent me for this infidelity that he had pushed me into.
But he just gave me puppy dog eyes and said, “I know. I love you, and I’ll always love you no matter what. And I’ll love whatever babies you have, whether they’re mine or not. I wanted this to happen, I can live with the consequences.”
I shook my head. “What the fuck am I going to do with you?” I lay back down on the bed and let out a sigh. “Tell you what. You like my pussy being full of sperm so much? Why don’t you lick me while I think things over.”
My eager little cuck dove into my pussy like he was starving. It felt good — sore as I was, I needed a soft tongue after all that hard cock. And I did think things over. I thought about all the practical realities of letting this continue, why it was all a terrible idea, but when it came down to it, I knew what I wanted, and I was pretty sure I knew what my husband wanted.
“Okay, stop. I came too many times last night, I can’t do it again right now.”
“Sorry,” Justin said sheepishly.
“Not your fault. It’s one of the only things that happened in this bed that isn’t your fault.”
Again, “Sorry.”
“Well, you might be even sorrier you started all this. Here’s what’s going to happen. You can sleep in the bed again. But we’re not having sex again until I say so. You’re going to eat my pussy any time I ask, but I don’t even want to see your dick right now. If you need to get off, you can stroke yourself until you cum in your pants. I don’t care if you do it in front of me or in private or while you’re watching me and Ben.
“And that’s the next thing. I’m going to keep fucking Ben. I’m never making him wear a condom. Every drop of sperm that big dick of his can produce is going straight into my womb. He’s almost certainly going to make me pregnant. I’m going to have his baby. When I do, I’m going to be very open and honest about it not being yours. And you’re going to tell people the truth, that you knew I was fucking another guy, that you know the baby isn’t yours, and that you don’t care because you love me so gosh-darn much.”
Justin had tears in his eyes. “I do. I do love you. More than anything. This was my fantasy, and I’m so glad you’re doing this.”
“Even glad I’m gonna have his baby?”
His cheeks turned red and he looked at the floor for a long minute, before whispering, “yes. I’m sorry, But yes.”
So that was that. I kept fucking Ben, and my period never came — he probably got me that first night, but he fucked me every chance he got from then on, so who knows. I made poor Justin make a mess in his pants every time he watched us, but by the second trimester, I was so horny I started giving him blowjobs, sometimes while Ben was fucking me. Then I’d let him fuck my ass, but only when Ben was in my pussy.
But by the third trimester, Ben was gone. It was heartbreaking, watching the father of my child leave for college, and having to let him go for fear of both of us getting into a heap of trouble. But I did the only thing I could do, end things gently and wish him well.
“Just make sure you use condoms with those college girls. Leave the babymaking to slutty married women.” He took me at his word, as by sophomore year, he called to say he had knocked up one of his professors, and her husband was none the wiser. I suspected he was going to be responsible for a bunch more little bastards as he got older.
As for my lil’ bastard, he was perfect, and beautiful, and so obviously not my husband’s. Olive skin, big round brown eyes, clearly the furthest thing from Asian. But Justin doted on that child, and of course I loved him to death. And I have to admit, I delighted in telling people the baby wasn’t my husband’s, although for Ben’s sake I didn’t tell anyone who the father really was. Justin burned with shame every time he had to tell someone he let another man knock up his wife, but he also fucking loved it.
And now that it’s out in the open that my husband lets me play around, I get hit on constantly. It’s kind of annoying, to be honest, but it does mean when I’m into a guy, I can do whatever I want and Justin can’t really say shit. So I have a co-worker I hook up with whenever we can sneak into the supply closet or the back seat of my car at lunchtime. And I have a fuckbuddy I call up once or twice a week. I’m even nice enough to let Justin watch me fuck him! And on nights when it’s just us, we sixty-nine or I let him take my ass. But my pussy is only for other men, and he’s never had a word of complaint about that.
And now that it’s been a few years, we’re talking about another baby. I’m tempted to drag Ben back home to knock me up again, but as it is his parents look at me funny, so I figure best not to push my luck there. My work fling is Indian, and my fuckbuddy is Black, so I tease Justin about the next baby looking even less like him no matter who I choose, and that drives him crazy, of course. But he also keeps bringing up this fantasy of me doing a gangbang. Fucking four, five, maybe six men, and not knowing who the father is until the baby’s born. Maybe not even then.
Even after cuckolding my husband and having another man’s baby, getting pregnant and deliberately not knowing who the father is seems like it’s crossing a much bigger line. I’m not sure I’ll be able to resist!
Except this time, I saw my mother lying on the bed, naked. And Benny, the 18-year-old who mowed our lawn, standing over her, skinny and pale, apart from the big hunk of meat between his legs. I had seen penises before — I had two brothers, and, well, brothers are disgusting. They both delighted in showing me pee coming out of their little things. But Benny’s was different. Thicker, stiffer. I knew penises were for more than just peeing, and now I was seeing one in action. Without any preliminaries, he was on top of my mother, shoving that thing inside of her over and over. Mom was trying to be quiet, but she wasn’t doing a very good job.
I masturbated for the first time that night, remembering what I had seen. Thinking about mom’s moans and cries and how excited she sounded. Thinking about Benny’s big thing, going between her legs, into her belly. Imagining it going into mine.
I quickly realized they did this a couple times a week, in the stretch of time after Benny (and I) got home from school, and before *** got home from work. I’d go into my room to do homework, and watch them fucking. Sometimes I touched myself while I watched. Sometimes I’d wait until I was in bed that night.
When I was thirteen, Mom and *** excitedly told us we were going to have a new brother or sister. I was pretty clear on where babies came from by that point. That baby in particular. I wondered if *** knew. As Mom’s belly grew, I was even more fascinated by her naked body. By watching her take Benny’s thing inside her, knowing it had put a baby there. When I masturbated, I fantasized that he was doing it to me. Spraying his stuff inside me. Making a baby in my belly too.
Looking back, I’m surprised I waited until I was eighteen to let him have a turn with me. I guess losing my virginity seemed like a big deal, and for a while I had romantic notions about finding my own boyfriend. But the other boys in school, even the older ones, seemed babyish. Just talking about cartoons and video games. Meanwhile, Ben already seemed like a man. He had a girlfriend, Holly, who was a year younger, and they had their tongues down each other’s throats at every opportunity. He even felt up her boobs on the school bus with other kids watching. Me among them. I was never jealous of him fucking Mom, but I hated Holly with a burning passion.
So I wanted a turn. I wasn’t subtle about it. I had been watching him through the windows for years, so I knew his routine. After dinner, he went up to his room and his ****** left him alone. He’d study sometimes, but he almost always ended up jerking off, and I never missed the chance to watch. A few times, I watched him fuck Holly, burning up with jealousy and lust. She’d sneak into his room through the window.
So one night, that’s what I did. *** took my brothers to some dumb boys action movie, Mom took the baby to my aunt’s to rub it in her face that Mom had four kids and she still couldn’t find a husband. So I had the house to myself. I took off all my clothes, and climbed up the lattice on the side of Ben’s house. If I had been smart about it, I would have waited until I was inside to get naked, but I was fifteen and an idiot.
But my dumb plan worked. I just lay in his bed, my legs spread like I had seen Mom do so many times. He walked in and his jaw dropped. I had thought about saying I knew about him and Mom, but I didn’t want him to get mad. So I just said, “I want to have sex with you.” That beautiful idiot didn’t argue, he just whipped his shirt off, unbuckled his pants, and I got to see his big, beautiful penis up close for about three seconds before it was halfway inside me. I grunted through gritted teeth, like I had seen Mom try and do to keep quiet. But I wasn’t good at it either. He pushed another two inches into me and I cried out, “oh, Jesus!”
Without taking his eyes off my naked body, and without pulling his penis out of me, Ben reached over to his computer and put on some loud music. He pawed at my breasts as he slowly slid in and out of me. He kissed my nipples and squeezed my butt. I was in heaven. He could do anything he wanted as long as he kept that big, hard thing inside me. He moved it back and forth nice and slow for a long time, and I savored every minute. But then I heard him moan, and he started thrusting into me. Harder and harder, his hips slamming into mine. I grabbed his butt cheeks, just like I had seen my mother do, and pulled him even closer. My insides were starting to hurt, but I didn’t want him to ever stop. Except I also wanted him to finish. I had fantasized about that moment since I was a little girl. I whispered in his ear, “shoot your stuff into me.” He squeezed my breast, hard, pinching my nipple. It hurt. I liked it. He thrust into me faster.
“Fill me up with your cum.” It was the first time I had said that word. It felt dirty. I wanted to be dirty. He grabbed my hips and slammed into me hard. He grunted louder than the music, over and over, and I felt his penis jerking inside me. I was disappointed I couldn’t feel every drop of his seed, like in my fantasies. But after a minute, he pulled out, and I felt something warm and sticky trickle out from between my legs, and I felt womanly and sexy and complete.
He kissed me. It was the first time I had ever kissed a boy, only after I had been deflowered and lay there with his sperm leaking out of me. We kissed for a long time, him gently rubbing between my legs. Sometimes taking a break to kiss my nipples. After a while, he rolled over onto his back and grabbed his penis. It was getting stiff again. “Would you suck it?”
Oh my God, yes. Yes I would. I had never done this before either, so I took him literally at first, trying to suck it like a straw. But he gently corrected me, and I caught on quickly, caressing it with my lips and tongue, taking as much of it as I could into my mouth, and then backing off until I was just touching the tip with the tip of my tongue. “Ohhhh, you’re fucking good at this,” he moaned, and I inwardly beamed with pride.
It didn’t take long before he was gasping for air between moans. “Can I cum in your mouth? Or on your tits?” Both excited me and I wouldn't have said no no matter what he did. But that wasn’t what I needed at the moment.
“Put it in me again. I like having your cum in my belly.”
If it crossed his mind that he could be getting me pregnant, it didn’t show. He eagerly stuffed that monster back into my pussy. He only hammered away at me for about another minute before he was grunting and shooting more white stuff into me, but I was still satisfied. Even skinning my knee climbing back down the side of his house, naked, couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. I discovered I loved having a cock in my pussy, I loved having a bellyful of sperm, and I wanted to do this more. A lot more.
I kept sneaking into his room. He started sneaking into mine. It wasn’t long before I told him I knew he was fucking Mom, I knew the baby was his, and I didn’t care, I just wanted my turn. So there were nights he’d fuck my mother, and then instead of sneaking out of the house before *** came home, he’d sneak into my room. Our game was to get naked, but only make out and stroke each other’s bodies while Mom was in the next room. If I could hear her, she could definitely hear me. By the time she had cleaned herself up and gone downstairs to look busy for when *** walked in the door, we were so keyed up we’d fuck like rabbits.
Now, I was a dumb kid, but I wasn’t a complete idiot when it came to Ben knocking me up. That first time was two days before my period. So we stuck to the beginning or the end of my cycle. If I was in the middle, he’d lick between my legs, (which felt amazing), and then he’d shoot his stuff all over my titties. But we never once used a condom or even brought them up. It was a really dumb risk, but I managed to stay out of trouble.
This went on for the rest of the school year, and then he went on a road trip with his buddies and then he was off to college on a football scholarship and I never saw him again. The big dumb idiot was fucking me, Mom, and Holly on the regular and just up and walked away. I spent the rest of high school and college fucking a progression of dumb jocks trying to recapture the magic, but it was never quite the same. Not sure if there was something about Ben, or if it was just the illicit thrill of fucking a guy who had knocked up my Mom. But I started using condoms religiously. When Ben fucked me, I loved having his sperm in my belly, and I fantasized about having his baby, even though I knew I shouldn’t. After him, I mostly thought, ugh, I don’t want to get pregnant from this loser.
So after I graduated, I took a new approach. No more dumb jocks. Artsy guys, nerdy guys, shy, sensitive guys — guys who actually gave a shit about me and had a brain in their head. Eventually I married one of them. Justin was half-white, half-Asian, cute, smart, creative, shy, well on his way to making good money as a web designer. Even though he was 27 and I was 23 when we met, I had way more experience with sex than he did. I was worried he’d be intimidated, or think I was a slut, but if anything I think he was a little in awe of me. Far from being jealous, he used to get me to tell stories about my “wild college days.” (He mostly hung out with his fellow male nerds and only had two girlfriends in college).
I held back on telling him about Ben until he proposed, and then I figured I owed him the full truth. I told him about watching him with my Mom, about how my sister was really my half-sister, about losing my virginity, about not using protection, all of it. Again, I was worried he’d be horrified, but he hung on my every word, and over the next few months, he dragged the story out of me again and again. I noticed he always fucked me with more enthusiasm at night if I had told him about Ben earlier in the day.
So I started telling him stories from my past more often to wind him up. He called me the “sexiest woman in the world,” and kept asking me what kind of adventurous stuff we could do. So I let him fuck my ass, which he had never done. We fucked in the car, which he had never done. We went skinnydipping, which he had never done, and fucked naked in the grass afterwards, which he had never done. He was really easy to please, given he had basically spent eight years either single or having missionary sex with his eyes closed.
Then as a wedding gift, I told him I wanted to do the one thing I had never done with anyone else. I threw away my birth control pills, and told him I wanted him to spend our honeymoon putting a baby in me. We spent a joyous honeymoon fucking aroudn the clock, although much to my disappointment, I didn’t get pregnant right away. It took six months. But we eventually had a beautiful baby boy. Given that being pregnant was basically my first sexual fantasy, I savored every moment of it, as did Justin, who delighted in my boobs swelling up and my belly stretching out. He worshiped my body even more than he had before, and we both agreed we wouldn’t wait too long to have another one.
In fact, once I had healed up and our sex life resumed, we started a little game. I never went back on the pill, and we never used condoms. We relied on Justin having enough self-control to pull out and shoot all over my belly, and in my most dangerous week, he’d fuck my ass or we’d 69. If we slipped up and I got pregnant, we wanted to have another baby anyway. And eventually we’d start trying for real again.
And we likely would have stayed on that path, if not for Ben.
But not that Ben. Not the one who took my virginity and got my mother pregnant. Our next-door neighbors moved away, and one day I was out for a run, trying to get my post-baby body back, and saw a shirtless teenage boy mowing the lawn next to ours. He was Latino, olive-skinned, with shaggy brown curls he kept pushing out of his eyes as he brushed the sweat from his forehead. That same sweat made every one of his muscles glisten, and he had a lot of them. I managed to tear myself away and head inside, but I’d be lying if I didn’t rub one out in the shower thinking about his sweaty, half-naked body.
I eventually got to know the Garcias, and found out Ben was about to start senior year and applying to colleges. Justin teased me to no end when he found out the kid’s name. “Holy shit, Benny, the boy next door! I bet this brings back some memories!”
I smacked him, less than playfully, but the comparisons didn’t stop. So I decided to start winding him up, talking about how he was actually better looking than my Ben. I’d flip Justin over in bed and pin him down, and say things like, “there’s no way I could overpower Ben. He could probably force me onto the bed and have his way with me?”
“Would you try and stop him?”
“Would you? You’d probably just sit there and watch, wouldn’t you? Not that you could pull him off me if you tried.”
Over the next few months, our sex life picked up, but things took a different tone. I found myself belittling Justin, calling his masculinity into question, comparing him unfavorably to the neighbor kid, and ex-boyfriends. He started calling me his dirty little slut, talking about how much I loved fucking all those muscular jocks, and openly fantasizing about what I’d do if I got Ben alone with me.
I didn’t like where any of this was going, and told him so a few times, but he didn’t stop, and any time he’d fantasize about me fucking other men, past or future, we’d have great sex. I hated it, but I also didn’t want it to stop.
And I found myself acting differently outside the house. I went from jogging in a baggy t-shirt, to a tank top, to a half shirt, to just a sports bra, and my running shorts kept getting shorter and shorter until they were basically panties. When the baby took naps, I started sunbathing in the backyard in a tiny bikini. If Ben was working in the yard, sometimes I’d lie on my stomach and unhook the back when I knew he was watching. And he ended up out in the backyard, shirtless and sweaty, more and more often. By fall the Garcias had the shortest grass in the neighborhood.
Finally, after two months of teasing, he walked across the yard to me. I had my bikini top off, and my instinct was to redo the clasp and sit up, but I didn’t. I just leaned to one side, nearly ******** my bare breast, but not quite.
“Uh… Mrs…”
“Choi. It’s my husband’s name.” I reflexively said that as people sometimes couldn’t get their heads around a white woman named Choi.
“I was wondering… do you need any help in your yard?”
I smiled and sat up, holding bikini strings behind my back and trying to do up the clasp again, but not trying very hard.
“Oh, I bet there are… things… you can do for me.”
Shit, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. Why was I talking like I was in a porn movie? I quickly recovered and said there were some weeds in the garden and I did hate mowing the lawn, so it’d be nice to have someone else to do that for me.
“Your husband doesn’t take care of that.”
“Oh, he’s busy working a lot of the time. It’d be nice if you could help me out.”
I really tried not to emphasize “help me out” like it was more porn dialogue but, well, I can’t promise you that I didn’t.
So that Saturday, Ben was mowing my lawn in all his shirtless, muscular glory. Justin was teasing me mercilessly. “Ooh, look at all those muscles!” he cooed, imitating my voice. “Are you going to sunbathe again so he has something to look at?”
“He’s just helping out in the yard. I knew you’d get like this if I asked him.”
I was accusatory, but I had also spilled every detail of how I asked him.
“Are you going to take your top off for him again? Maybe you should just leave it inside this time. Get rid of those tan lines.”
“I’m not fucking the teenage neighbor boy, you perv!”
“Again.”
“Fuck you. That was a long time ago.”
“And you still fantasize about it. And you’re fantasizing about this one too.”
“You fantasize about this shit, not me, asshole.” But even as I said it, I was gazing out the window at Ben, his skin golden brown from a summer spent outdoors, stretched tight over rippling muscles. I turned my back on Justin and stormed up to the bedroom, but came out a minute later in my tiny running shorts and a sports bra that was mostly just straps.
I made a show of adjusting my bottoms, tugging them down to ****** my pubes and then back up again. “Is this slutty enough for you, asshole?”
Before he could answer, I walked out the door and over to Ben.
“Hey, thanks for doing this. I really appreciate your help.” I touched his arm as I said it, and there was no mistaking him drinking in the sight of my body. I jogged away slowly, feeling his gaze on my ass as I went. Instead of my usual run, I just circled the block so I could run past Ben and give him a good look. And take a good look myself.
That night, I had my jammies on early and was curled up in bed with Netflix, when I happened to look out the window. There wasn’t much of a view, just a window in the neighbor’s house that always had the curtains drawn. Except they were open. It was Ben’s room. And Ben was there, shirtless as usual, sitting on the edge of the bed lifting a big weight with one arm, then the other. I watched him in fascination, his face screwed up in concentration, the muscles in his powerful arms taut. He did I don’t know how many reps, before he stood up and faced away from me, revealing a firm, round, bare ass. He was naked. Did he leave the window open so I’d see? Or was I a peeping Tom spying on a teenage boy?
He set the weights down and turned around, and all thoughts of whether I should be spying on him flew out of my head, to be replaced by one overriding concern.
“Oh my God, he’s huge!”
I spun around to see Justin in the doorway.
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Watching you watch him? Quite a while. Your boyfriend’s quite a specimen!”
“He’s not my—”
But the words caught in my throat as he started stroking the monster between his legs. He lay down on the bed, but the bed faced the window, so we had a clear-as-day view of his stiff cock and an impressive set of balls hanging between his legs. We both watched, mesmerized, as his fist moved up and down his shaft, slowly at first, and then faster and faster, building to a fevered pitch, until he let go, and jet after jet of sperm made thick white lines across his tanned stomach. He grabbed a towel from next to the bed and lazily wiped himself off before tossing it into the corner. He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, and Justin and I just watched in silence for a moment.
“Damn… that was—”
“Just shut up and fuck me.”
We were naked in about ten seconds… but it was only about thirty seconds before Justin pulled out and moaned as he shot a few droplets of cum onto my ass. I usually enjoyed sex with my husband, but after winding myself up watching Ben, it was anticlimactic. Before I knew what I was doing, I laid into him.
“What the fuck was that? You’d think you were the teenager, you can’t control yourself for more than ten seconds. I could barely tell you were in me before your pathetic load started dribbling out of you. Maybe I do need a big cock like Ben’s, maybe I’d actually feel something for a change. And that gallon of sperm he shot out wouldn’t go to waste in a towel, I promise you that.”
I didn’t mean any of it — like I said, sex with Justin was usually great, and I had no complaints about his average-sized dick. I’m not really sure what came over me, I was just sick of him teasing me about Ben, and I guess my guilt over fantasizing about him spilled over into anger.
But to my surprise, Justin was getting hard again. I don’t know if he was getting excited at the thought of Ben’s big cock inside me, or he just liked the abuse, but he grabbed my shoulders and went to push me down on the bed for another round. I didn’t let him move me, grabbing his head instead and pushing it down between my legs as I lay down on the bed — at my own pace, not his.
“Make yourself useful for once. Maybe if you do a good job making me cum, I’ll let you put your pathetic little thing inside me for another ten seconds.”
Justin clearly did like the abuse, as he ate my pussy like it was his last meal. He did, in fact, do a good job making me cum, and then he stuck three fingers inside me, his tongue went back to work, and got me off again. I was eager to fuck him after that, and this time he lasted a while before pulling out and making a sticky mess on my belly.
I cupped his balls and tugged them gently, just to make him feel vulnerable before I started in on him again.
“You really get off on this stuff, don’t you?”
Justin just moaned. I squeezed his balls gently.
“Do you really want me to fuck Ben?”
His mouth dropped open, but no sounds came out. I squeezed his balls less gently.
“Do you want Ben’s big dick to stretch out my pussy? Do you want him deeper in my belly than you’ll ever go?”
I made a fist around his balls, and he moaned. “Ugh! Yes! Yes!”
I let go of his balls and brushed his penis aside with the back of my hand. “Well don’t get any ideas into your sick little head. It’s just a fantasy. I’m not acting out any of your perverted little games.”
I rolled over, facing away from him, towards the window. I had a clear view of Ben, sitting up in bed, watching us. Watching me. I made no move to cover myself up, and pushed Justin away when he tried to spoon me.
And I meant what I said when I told Justin it was just a fantasy. So why did I find myself lying on a towel the next afternoon, bikini top not just unfastened but lying in the grass next to me? Why did I pretend not to notice Ben coming until he picked it up off the ground?
“Be careful not to lose this.”
My body tensed, and I turned my head to look up at him without ******** myself.
“If my parents see you like this, they might not want me coming around any more.”
I smiled up at him. “Why, what do they think might happen?”
“I dunno… they worry I might get into trouble.”
I laughed. “I bet you’re trouble for the girls at school.”
He shifted his stance nervously. “Yeah, I guess. A few of them. But they’re just girls. Most of ‘em are pretty childish. They don’t compare to a woman like… like you.”
I rolled over into a sitting position, nerves tingling and goosebumps all over my body as I was painfully aware that I was bare-breasted in front of this teenage boy. I silently prayed none of the other neighbors could see into our backyard. I knew this was wrong. Getting this kid’s hopes up was wrong, torturing my husband was wrong… but not so wrong that I stopped.
Ben’s eyes went wide at the sight of my bare breasts. I wondered if he had seen pink nipples before. I wondered if he had seen pierced nipples before. His mouth opened and no sound came out, but his shorts suddenly got very tight, as his cock started to unfurl a few inches from my face.
“I bet it’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” I said, letting him know I saw him watching me last night.
“Yeah, but… not like this… not up close… you’re so beautiful…”
I blushed. “Well you are a very impressive specimen of a man.” I stood up and ran my hands across his chest. “In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever been so impressed.” I had no control over my hands as they slid down his chest and into his shorts. I wrapped my fingers around the tree trunk in his pants. They barely fit.
Ben froze, unsure of what to do next.
“Mrs…”
“Just Jane is fine.” I started stroking his cock up and down.
“J… J… but what if your husband sees?”
“My husband’s a sick fuck. He’d probably cum in his pants if he saw me with you.”
“But… why?”
“He has this pervy fantasy about me fucking the neighbor boy with the big cock.” I pulled the front of his shorts down and let that beautiful monster free.
“Are you sure we should…”
I pulled his dick down towards me, and gently licked the head.
“I can stop any time you want. Just say the word.”
But I put my mouth over as much of his cockhead would fit. I was already drooling over him uncontrollably.
He never gave the word. I made love to that beautiful cock with my lips and my tongue, stroking him as I went, barely aware that I was half-naked outdoors for all the world to see. Ben started moaning softly, and then gasped “oh, fuck!” like he was trying to hold in a shout so the neighbors wouldn’t hear. I instinctively pulled back, and got hit with a sticky rope of sperm that went from my forehead, down my cheek, my chin, and onto my neck. The next shot aimed higher and covered my nose and went into my hair. Three more spurts crisscrossed my breasts, before I put my mouth over his head, and was rewarded with one, two, three, four squirts of hot, sticky goodness.
I thought about gulping it down, but instead I pushed it all out of my mouth, letting it dribble down my chin, down my neck, and into my cleavage. I gasped for breath.
“That is a quite a dick you have.”
Ben was red-faced and sweating bullets. “Holy fuck.”
I suddenly came down from the sexual high I had been on and the awareness of being naked, outside, blowing a teenage boy, came rushing back.
“You should go back home before anyone sees.”
“I… but… can I come back? Shit, what if your husband finds out?”
“Like I said, he’s—”
“Yeah, but what if he’s pissed? Talking about it and doing it are two different things.”
Smart kid. “If he’s mad, he’ll be mad at me and not you, and it’ll serve him right. I’ll worry about him. You just go home and pretend this never happened.
Except, of course, it did happen. And wasn’t worried about Justin being mad. He deserved to be mad. So when I went back inside, I made no effort to clean myself up. I walked into the spare room where Justin was sitting at his computer, wearing nothing but bikini bottoms, my face and tits looking like a glazed donut, and threw it in his face.
“Well, you finally got your wish.”
His jaw dropped. “Holy shit! Jane! What happened?”
“Exactly what you wanted. I showed Ben my tits, and I pulled his big cock out of his pants and sucked it until he did this to me. I hope you’re happy now.”
“I… I mean… God damn, you are the sexiest woman in the world.”
“You asshole. You’re supposed to be pissed at me. Jealous. Something!”
“I can’t help it. I love how sexy and adventurous you are. And right now you look hotter than any woman I’ve ever seen.”
He kissed me, licking Ben’s sperm off my lips as he went, rubbing his sperm into breasts. I hated that this was his reaction, that my husband was treating me like a dirty whore, but I kissed him back, and found my pussy getting wet all over again.
“Damn you, I thought this would get this sick fantasy out of your system, not get you wound up even more.” But as I said it, I realized I didn’t actually think that, I knew exactly how my husband would react.
Justin looked deeply into my eyes, even as I had to blink away a drop of sperm to look back. “I love you more than anything, and I will never get mad at you for enjoying sex.”
“Even if it’s with someone else?”
“It was my fantasy too. I loved hearing about you fucking Old Ben. I played it out in my head so many times. And now I get to see it play out for real. My sexy wife gets to have dirty, exciting sex. How could I be mad about that? I want you to enjoy sex to the fullest, whether it’s with me or him.”
“It’s only supposed to be with you!”
“But that’s what makes it exciting! Sneaking around, worried about getting caught, just like when you were a teenager.”
“But I’m a grown woman! We’re married! I’m somebody’s mother!”
“And yet you still like sex so much you just sucked a big cock and you’re covered in cum.”
I didn’t have a response to that.
“The last thing in the world I want is for you to start thinking of yourself as a mom who has no interest in sex. I’d rather you fuck a dozen guys than just shut down and turn into an old lady.”
I sighed. The coating of sperm that had felt so hot was turning cold and clammy, and my mood went with it.
“I only ever wanted to enjoy sex with you.”
My husband smiled. “And I love you for that. But admit it. If he fucked you, you’d enjoy it.”
I raised my voice to him. “I’m not fucking a teenager just so you can jerk your little pecker thinking about it!”
“But would you enjoy it.”
“Fuck you.”
“Be honest with me. Be honest with yourself.”
“Of course I would. But what if I like him too much? What if I want him instead of you?” I ran my husband’s hand through the gooey mess on my chest with one hand and grabbed his crotch with the other. “What if his big dick feels so good I don’t want yours anymore? What if I bring him over here every night to fuck me, and you’re stuck listening from the couch and pulling on your pathetic little weenie like a child?”
Justin looked ashamed for a minute, but quietly spoke up. “I… I fantasize about that sometimes. Listening to you getting fucked really well. Maybe even watching it happen.”
“It’s a fantasy, you sad little perv. The reality is different.”
“The reality sounds better.”
“I promise you it won’t be. I promise you’ll regret it.”
I felt his dick stiffen in his pants and I knew he didn’t believe me for a second.
“I won’t. I will always love you, no matter what.” As if to prove his point, he kissed me, then licked the sperm off my nipples, then kissed me again, then licked a line of sperm off my face, and kissed me one more time.
“Look at all this cum. You inspired him. He definitely won’t stop until he fucks you.”
I folded my arms across my breasts, feeling them getting sticky from the sperm Justin hadn’t licked up yet.
“We should get condoms.”
“Should we, though?”
I smacked my husband’s chest. “Don’t be silly.”
“Did you ever use them with the first Ben?”
“Well… no… but we were dumb kids.”
“Did it turn you on? Knowing he could put a baby in you? Just like he did to your mom?”
I bit my lip. I didn’t like where this was going, but my husband knew me too well for me to lie to him. “You know it did.”
“And does it turn you on, thinking about Benny putting a baby in you?”
“Is that your sick fantasy? A teenage kid getting me pregnant?”
“It’s not a sick fantasy, just a fantasy. Tell me you haven’t thought about it.”
“Are you crazy? I could never! How would we explain it to… anyone? I mean, his parents would put two and two together immediately. I’d go to jail!”
“He’s 18.”
“I’m almost 30! And I’m not giving birth to my teenage neighbor’s kid, just because you get off on the idea. You fucking asshole.”
My husband put his hands up, trying to look innocent. “I’m not saying you have to do it! I’m just asking if the idea of it turns you on.”
I was fuming at this point, long past tired of Justin maneuvering me into his sick fantasies.
“Yes, of course it turns me on, you fucking letch. He’s handsome, he’s pure muscle, he’s hung like a horse. I think about fucking him all the time. I think about fucking him bareback, taking my chances, maybe even getting pregnant on purpose. But unlike you I can separate fantasy from reality. I’m using condoms with him, no matter what.”
“So you’re still going to fuck him?”
“You’re goddamn right. And until I do, you can sleep on the couch. I’m fucking him because I want to, not to satisfy your sick urges.”
I was a little harsh, but that’s how it went with us — we’ve have a nasty fight, and then we’d make up, usually with some passionate sex afterwards. But I swore I’d stick to my guns. By the time I let him touch me again, I’d be the adulterous slut he was so desperate for me to become. I was going to give my perverted husband exactly what he wanted, and he’d have to live with the consequences.
And I figured why wait. My pussy was still wet from my dalliance with Ben earlier and my fight with Justin. Instead of getting dressed, I took a nice hot shower, put on some red lipstick, then gingerly shaved my pussy clean. That was another thing Justin had been bugging me to do, but I didn’t want to deal with razorburn and ingrown hairs and whatever else might annoy me about it. But now I wanted to do it for Ben, and make sure my lousy husband knew I was doing it for another man and not him.
I walked through the living room naked, and he didn’t say a thing, but he also couldn’t take his eyes off my pussy. Without saying a word to him, or even looking his way, I walked out the back door. If I had any sense, I would have put clothes on and undressed in Ben’s room. But this was how I did it when I was a kid, and it just felt right. I wasn’t sure I could still climb up a drainpipe at 28, but all that jogging had kept me in good shape, and I managed. I stretched out on Ben’s bed, lazily stroking my pussy with one hand until, a few minutes later, he walked in.
He gasped audibly when he saw me, but although my heart was pounding, I tried to act like it was only natural that I was there.
“This afternoon wasn’t enough. I need that beautiful cock of yours inside me.”
“But your husband…”
“Fuck my husband. You’re my husband tonight.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. He tore off his clothes and practically dove on top of me, sucking my titties while I ground my pussy against his muscular abdomen. I grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him face-to-face with me. As we kissed, I felt his cockhead nestle into the folds of my labia, ready to do what nature intended.
“We have to be quiet,” he whispered. He covered my mouth with his as he slid several inches of thick, hard meat into me. It was all I could do to stop from screaming, but I managed to just moan around his tongue. He withdrew excruciatingly slowly, and then thrust back in, giving me a few more inches. I already felt more full than I ever did with Justin, and I knew there was more to come. In fact, it took five or six thrusts until I felt his balls resting on my ass and the head of his cock somewhere under my bellybutton.
“You’re so… fucking… big,” I moaned, as he held himself deep inside me.
“I’ll try and be gentle,” he whispered back.
“Fuck that. I want you to wreck my pussy with that monster.”
I rolled over onto my hands and knees, wiggling my ass at him. He slapped it playfully, but when he grabbed my hips and slammed his cock home he was anything but playful. Every thrust practically knocked the wind out of me, and I was worried his parents would hear my muffled screams into his pillow. I knew I’d be sore as shit in the morning, but I wanted it to go on forever. Him punishing me, using me, hurting me. I was a cheating slut now, and I wanted to be treated like one.
For a kid, he had remarkable control, as he pounded my pussy hard for a good twenty minutes without slackening his pace or getting anywhere near cumming. Finally, he pulled out and with an exhausted sigh, lay on his back. But he wasn’t finished yet.
“Suck it for me.”
I’d never let my husband order me around like that, but I was Ben’s slut to use as he saw fit. Although I did maneuver my pussy over his face. He eagerly tongued my dripping wet snatch as I made another valiant effort to get that monster of his into my mouth. After a few minutes, I couldn’t take it any more, and lowered my pussy onto his cock. It had been a struggle to get him all the way inside of me before, but now I slid down on him without much trouble. I clenched my pussy muscles onto his cock, and then lifted my ass up and down. After repeating this a few times, I opened my eyes and realized I was facing the window. I found myself staring into the face of my husband. Just like Ben had been the night before, he was naked on the edge of the bed, cock in hand. Although I have to admit it was a less impressive sight.
Keeping eye contact with Justin, I fingered my pussy as I continued to ride Ben’s cock. As turned on as I already was from getting the fuck of a lifetime, it wasn’t long before I was gaspingi and shuddering with an orgasm, trying desperately to keep silent. Ben was nice enough to give me a minute to catch my breath, and then he rolled me onto my back and was back inside of me. He went back to thrusting hard, and I wrapped my legs around him, grabbing his ass with both hands, trying to pull him even deeper inside of me with every thrust.
He fucked me hard for what seemed like forever, until I could barely catch my breath in between thrusts. Finally, he moaned, “I’m gonna cum.”
“Yes,” I panted. “Yes. Come for me.”
“Where do you—”
“Inside me. Deep inside me.”
I had been adamant about condoms before, and I meant it, but by the time I had showered, any thought of them left my head. We didn’t have any in the house anyway, but did I forget about them accidentally? Or on purpose? I honestly can’t say, but as with so many things that happened that fall, I think my body just shut down my brain and went after what it wanted.
And right now, it wanted Ben’s sperm inside me. I locked my legs around his ass until I felt his cock twitching inside me. He grunted and moaned, and I pictured that massive load he had covered me with earlier in the day, overflowing my pussy, flooding into my womb, and I had another orgasm right alongside him.
“That was the best fuck of my life,” I whispered, and I meant it. I felt incredibly satisfied and fulfilled, savoring the feeling of his penis very slowly shrinking inside of my pussy. Knowing about a gallon of his sperm was filling up my insides. Knowing we hadn’t just fucked, we were breeding as nature intended. I knew I was playing a dangerous game here, but given it had taken me six months to get pregnant the first time, I figured I was probably safe. But then again, it was Justin trying to make a baby, and he couldn't compete with Ben in terms of quantity or quality. I resented him for pushing me to do this, and I resented him for not being able to satisfy me like this. Had I been wasting my life sleeping with him, when I could have been getting fucked like this every night?
“Can we… do that again sometime?”
Despite fucking me like a pro, Ben was still a sweet, nervous kid at heart.
“Oh, we have to do that again, all the time.”
“But what if my parents catch us? Or what if your husband does?”
I smiled. “Oh, he already has.” I sat up, and pulled Ben up with me. Justin was still framed perfectly by our two bedroom windows. I took Ben’s hands and put one on my breast and the other on my pussy. Then I blew Justin a kiss. All he did was smile back at me.
“Looks like he’s enjoying the show. What do you say we give him more to look at? Ben’s cock had shrunk down by that point, but I took it in my mouth, and made a big show of sucking it until it got hard again. Then I got on my hands and knees, and looked my husband in the eyes as Ben pounded into me again. I tried glaring at Justin, as if to tell him he was getting just what he deserved, but I couldn’t hold that pose before my eyes glazed over with lust. I came twice more before Justin shot another load into me.
I stayed with him for a while, just pressing my naked body against him, kissing him, knowing my husband was still watching our every move. But then my blood ran cold as I heard Ben’s mom calling for him. “I’ll be there in a minute!” he shouted, frantically pulling clothes back on.
I kissed him once, sweely, and said, “let’s do this again soon,” and shimmied out the window.
Justin was waiting for me as soon as I walked through the door. His pants were off and his dick was shriveled and sticky from jerking off while watching me fuck. It was a pathetic sight, and to be honest it made me feel better about fucking Ben instead of him.
“Enjoy the show, creep?”
I wanted him to feel guilty, feel uncomfortable, feel anything at all about me violating our marriage vows, but he looked like a kid on Christmas. “That was unbelievably hot! I came three times just watching you!” He said it like he was proud of himself.
I flicked his little penis with my finger. Partly because I was mad, and partly because I wanted to see how much abuse he’d take before he stopped looking at me like a puppy dog.
“Well, if you like pulling on that little thing so much, you can do that from now on. I’m going to keep fucking Ben, and anyone else I feel like, but you’re not allowed to touch me or anyone else until further notice. At some point, you can come back to our bed, but for now you’re sleeping on the couch.
I have no idea whether he enjoyed the couch or not, but I slept fitfully in bed, reliving the fucking I had just gotten, how forbidden and dirty it had been. And while it was early in my cycle, I was well aware that two heavy loads of Ben’s sperm were inside me right now, trying to make a baby.
The next day seemed normal. The morning was the usual rush of getting the baby I had already had to daycare and getting to work, and when we got home, it was the usual routine of playing with our son, giving him a bath, making our own dinner. We both pointedly avoiding talking about the night before while we ate, but as we were finishing up, the front door opened. There was no knock, Ben just walked into the living room like he owned the place.
“I know you like watching when we do it, so I thought you might like to watch up close.”
Justin was speechless, but he managed a little nod. Far from the meek, polite kid who had been mowing my lawn, Ben had a quite confidence. He wasn’t asking Justin, he was telling him. And he wasn’t asking me. He kissed me, and without giving me a chance to object, pulled my shirt over my head. I obligingly lifted my arms. I kissed him back as I unsnapped my bra — he was still a kid, I figured I’d give him a break on that one. I looked Justin in the eye as Ben sucked on my titties and unzipped my pants and slid them down my legs. My husband was enjoying every second.
Ben turned me around to face my husband, naked and unashamed, apart from my panties. Ben calmly and clearly said, “finish undressing her for me.” He was making Justin participate, so there was no pretending that he didn’t want what was about to happen. Justin happily obliged, sliding my panties down my legs, and then gently kissing my pussy, still freshly shaved for Ben’s benefit, not his.
“I want you to enjoy yourself to the fullest,” he whispered. And reader, I fucking did. Ben licked my pussy while putting three fingers inside me to rub my g-spot, and I came harder than I could remember doing with my husband. Then he rolled me onto my hands and knees and slid his cock all the way into me. I gasped and moaned to make sure Justin couldn’t miss what Ben’s beautiful cock was doing to me.
I was dimly aware that my husband was naked and stroking his little dick, but I put him entirely out of my head, until Ben pulled out of me and pushed me onto my back. I remembered every jock I fucked in highschool manhandling me, and realized how much I missed it. In a relationship, I wanted to be in charge, but in bed, I needed to be tossed around like a ragdoll.
“Cum on her tits,” Ben instructed my husband. Before I could tell him no, that I didn’t want my husband’s sperm anywhere near me, he shoved his cock back into me. I shouted out loud at the sudden intrusion, and by the time my mouth was closed, I felt a warm, sticky mess running down my boobs and onto my neck.
“Just a few… pathetic… drops…” I managed to say through gritted teeth as Ben continued rutting into me. “Ben… is gonna… put so… much… more… into… my… womb.”
Ben’s voice was still strong and clear as his pace didn’t slacken. “You want my sperm inside you?”
I started rubbing my clit just thinking about it. “Deeper… than my husband… will ever… go…”
Just the idea of Ben shooting a massive load of sperm straight into my unprotected womb sent me over the edge, and I had another orgasm. I think I may have screamed for him to cum inside me and knock me up, but I don’t know if I did out loud or just in my head.
But he wasn’t ready to cum yet. He had staying power well above anything my pathetic husband had ever managed. He fucked me to one more orgasm, and as I was cumming, I felt his cock twitching violently, and heard him grunting, and felt warmth spreading deep in my belly, and it made me come even harder.
I closed my eyes, and held his sweaty, muscular body against mine, savoring the feeling of his cock inside my well-fucked pussy, of his sperm soaking into my womb. Of his strong arms around me, of his lips kissing mine. I wasn’t aware Justin was in the room; I was barely aware I even had a husband. There was nothing in the world but my body and Ben’s, locked together in perfect union.
But eventually I felt him soften and withdrawal. But I knew from the night before we weren’t done. He asked me, politely as ever, “would you suck it until I’m ready again?”
“Of course!” I said, and motioned him to bring that beautiful monster up to my face.
“Clean her up until I’m ready to fuck her again.” I was already focused on Ben’s cock and didn’t look up, but I felt Justin’s hands on my thighs, and felt his tongue against my pussy lips. I’ll admit, it felt good, but I was mostly focused on Ben, licking his shaft, caressing his balls, making the occasional try to get as much of him into my mouth as possible.
Justin didn’t make me cum, I made a point not to focus too hard on what he was doing. But I made Ben rock hard again. When he was ready, he lay down on the bed and motioned for me to ride him. “This time, cum on her face,” he instructed my husband. But I didn’t look at him or acknowledge him. I only had eyes for my young lover, as I bounced up and down on his cock, my breasts swaying in time until he took them in both hands and started caressing my nipples. I put one hand between my legs and before long I was coming for the fourth time.
Ben grabbed my ass with both hands, and firmly pushed me up and down on his cock. I felt like he was splitting me in half, and I never wanted it to stop. Eventually he slipped a finger up my ass, then another. I would have slapped Justin if he did that, but I found myself moaning “yes” for Ben.
At a certain point, I felt a weight on the bed. I turned to look in time to see my husband’s little dick shooting off. After Ben had coated my face completely the day before, the little spurts my husband produced hardly registered. Without acknowledging him, I turned back to riding Ben.
I rode him to one more orgasm — five was my personal best — and then slowly slid myself off his cock. I knelt down and wrapped my lips around his cockhead. I licked my way down the shaft, and gently licked both of his balls.
“So much sperm in these balls,” I cooed. “But every drop belongs in my pussy. Will you cum deep inside of me again?”
Ben stroked my hair. “Any time you want.”
I grabbed a pillow from the bed and slid it under my stomach. Face down, ass up, hips elevated — Justin and I used that position often when we were trying to conceive, and I knew the significance wouldn’t be lost on him. Plus, that position was best for deep penetration, and I wanted Ben as deep inside me as possible.
“Cum in me,” I moaned, as he fucked me deep and hard. “Fill me with your sperm.” I arched my back to try and get him deeper inside me. “Cum in me deep.” I grabbed his ass to pull him even closer. “Put a baby in me.”
I didn’t mean to say that last one. But as soon as I did, Ben cried out. And then again and again, as jet after jet of sperm came pouring out of him and as deep inside of me as requested. I held him inside of me for a long time, just savoring the moment. In the back of my mind, I knew I had taken a huge risk and fucking him unprotected was a terrible idea. But in the moment, it felt better than anything I had ever experienced.
After a long minute, Ben slid his cock out of me. I felt empty and incomplete, but we rolled onto our sides and he held me, one hand stroking my hip and the other gently holding my boob. I lay there with my eyes closed, feeling his naked body pressed against mine. When I opened my eyes for a minute, I saw my husband, grabbing his stiff little dick, and looking like a sad little pervert. I knew I had to talk to him about all this… but not yet. I closed my eyes and fell asleep in my lover’s arms.
I woke up to the feeling of Ben’s hard cock nestled between my ass cheeks. He slid into my pussy, which was way past offering any resistance by this point, and we fucked lazily like that for what felt like an hour. At some point, I felt a few drops on my face as Justin must have cum again, but I mostly kept my eyes closed and savored the nice, long, slow fuck, until I got the satisfying feeling of him cumming inside me again.
We spent a long time lying in bed together, just kissing and exploring each other’s naked bodies, as I felt his sperm slowly leak out of me. Occasionally I’d glance up to see my husband watching us, drool practically running down his chin, but I ignored him as best I could. Eventually a thought crossed my mind:
“Aren’t your parents wondering where you are?”
Ben smiled. “They think I’m sleeping over at a friend’s. Can you imagine if they knew where I really was?”
The spell of the previous night was broken, as it hit me that I had just fucked a high school student. That I had taken him bareback, over and over, and that my unprotected womb was overflowing with his sperm.
My mind was racing and my heart was suddenly pounding. But I managed to kiss Ben sweetly and gently suggest it was time to go. “I might have some work for you to do this weekend, but for now, I have to talk to my husband.”
He said he understood and excused himself. Justin watched him go, almost longingly, and then turned to face me. He looked like a kid who just met Santa.
“Honey, that was amazing. You were so goddamn sexy. I want you to—”
“You fucking asshole! I might be pregnant!”
“You said you were going to use condoms.”
“And you didn’t want me to, did you? You sure as shit didn’t complain when he was cumming in me over and over again last night.”
“It was just so hot. The sight of it, the idea of it…”
“Yeah, well your stupid fucking idea might come back to bite you on the ass in nine months.”
“Look, if you’re pregnant, we can always—”
“If I’m pregnant, I’m having the fucking baby. And you can take care of it, since this was all your idea.” I know I was being harsh, but I needed to know how far I could push things. If Justin was going to blame me or resent me for this infidelity that he had pushed me into.
But he just gave me puppy dog eyes and said, “I know. I love you, and I’ll always love you no matter what. And I’ll love whatever babies you have, whether they’re mine or not. I wanted this to happen, I can live with the consequences.”
I shook my head. “What the fuck am I going to do with you?” I lay back down on the bed and let out a sigh. “Tell you what. You like my pussy being full of sperm so much? Why don’t you lick me while I think things over.”
My eager little cuck dove into my pussy like he was starving. It felt good — sore as I was, I needed a soft tongue after all that hard cock. And I did think things over. I thought about all the practical realities of letting this continue, why it was all a terrible idea, but when it came down to it, I knew what I wanted, and I was pretty sure I knew what my husband wanted.
“Okay, stop. I came too many times last night, I can’t do it again right now.”
“Sorry,” Justin said sheepishly.
“Not your fault. It’s one of the only things that happened in this bed that isn’t your fault.”
Again, “Sorry.”
“Well, you might be even sorrier you started all this. Here’s what’s going to happen. You can sleep in the bed again. But we’re not having sex again until I say so. You’re going to eat my pussy any time I ask, but I don’t even want to see your dick right now. If you need to get off, you can stroke yourself until you cum in your pants. I don’t care if you do it in front of me or in private or while you’re watching me and Ben.
“And that’s the next thing. I’m going to keep fucking Ben. I’m never making him wear a condom. Every drop of sperm that big dick of his can produce is going straight into my womb. He’s almost certainly going to make me pregnant. I’m going to have his baby. When I do, I’m going to be very open and honest about it not being yours. And you’re going to tell people the truth, that you knew I was fucking another guy, that you know the baby isn’t yours, and that you don’t care because you love me so gosh-darn much.”
Justin had tears in his eyes. “I do. I do love you. More than anything. This was my fantasy, and I’m so glad you’re doing this.”
“Even glad I’m gonna have his baby?”
His cheeks turned red and he looked at the floor for a long minute, before whispering, “yes. I’m sorry, But yes.”
So that was that. I kept fucking Ben, and my period never came — he probably got me that first night, but he fucked me every chance he got from then on, so who knows. I made poor Justin make a mess in his pants every time he watched us, but by the second trimester, I was so horny I started giving him blowjobs, sometimes while Ben was fucking me. Then I’d let him fuck my ass, but only when Ben was in my pussy.
But by the third trimester, Ben was gone. It was heartbreaking, watching the father of my child leave for college, and having to let him go for fear of both of us getting into a heap of trouble. But I did the only thing I could do, end things gently and wish him well.
“Just make sure you use condoms with those college girls. Leave the babymaking to slutty married women.” He took me at his word, as by sophomore year, he called to say he had knocked up one of his professors, and her husband was none the wiser. I suspected he was going to be responsible for a bunch more little bastards as he got older.
As for my lil’ bastard, he was perfect, and beautiful, and so obviously not my husband’s. Olive skin, big round brown eyes, clearly the furthest thing from Asian. But Justin doted on that child, and of course I loved him to death. And I have to admit, I delighted in telling people the baby wasn’t my husband’s, although for Ben’s sake I didn’t tell anyone who the father really was. Justin burned with shame every time he had to tell someone he let another man knock up his wife, but he also fucking loved it.
And now that it’s out in the open that my husband lets me play around, I get hit on constantly. It’s kind of annoying, to be honest, but it does mean when I’m into a guy, I can do whatever I want and Justin can’t really say shit. So I have a co-worker I hook up with whenever we can sneak into the supply closet or the back seat of my car at lunchtime. And I have a fuckbuddy I call up once or twice a week. I’m even nice enough to let Justin watch me fuck him! And on nights when it’s just us, we sixty-nine or I let him take my ass. But my pussy is only for other men, and he’s never had a word of complaint about that.
And now that it’s been a few years, we’re talking about another baby. I’m tempted to drag Ben back home to knock me up again, but as it is his parents look at me funny, so I figure best not to push my luck there. My work fling is Indian, and my fuckbuddy is Black, so I tease Justin about the next baby looking even less like him no matter who I choose, and that drives him crazy, of course. But he also keeps bringing up this fantasy of me doing a gangbang. Fucking four, five, maybe six men, and not knowing who the father is until the baby’s born. Maybe not even then.
Even after cuckolding my husband and having another man’s baby, getting pregnant and deliberately not knowing who the father is seems like it’s crossing a much bigger line. I’m not sure I’ll be able to resist!
