by Nikita Storm
"Good." She clapped her hands together. "Richard, this is my good friend, Johnny. Johnny...this is my insignificant other, Richard."
I don't know if she expected us to shake like old pals or something, but I had a funny feeling that if I stuck my hand anywhere near his, I might just lose it. Instead, we both mumbled our tenuous greetings.
Apparently she had accepted our greeting as she indicated toward the table. "Honey, have a seat." Thank God she didn't make him sit next to me. I took a deep breath, not believing that she was actually going through with this. I mean, this was the most dangerous thing we'd done since that first day when her husband had burst in on us and nearly caught us with our hands in the cookie jar.
Once everyone was sitting down, she took a long sip of her drink and looked Rick in the eyes. "Honey, I know this may come as a shock to you, but..." she hesitated for just a moment, before finding the inner courage to tell him. "Johnny's my lover."
My heart stopped and my hands grew suddenly clammy. Even my balls seemed to shrivel up and hide as we measured his response. I was prepared to run for my life as I figured that he'd come after me and kick my ass. But he didn't. In fact, he didn't move a single, solitary muscle. The only sound that could be heard was his ragged breathing.
For some reason, my mind started counting down. By the time I got to five and he still hadn't said anything I started getting really nervous.
"Did you hear me, honey?" Donna caressed his face and I realized that she really did love him. I was a lover, but he was her husband. That wouldn't change.
I froze as I saw what appeared to be a tear in his eyes. I blinked and when I looked again, it was gone.
He nodded. "The baby?" he inquired, probably already knowing the answer.
Donna nodded. "Oh honey, I'm sorry. I knew the temptation was wrong. But you were away and I was fertile..." she let her words trail off. Nothing else needed to be said.
I suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable and I squirmed in my seat. This was not something that I should've been privy to, but it was too late now.
"Don't worry, hon, I still love you," she said, kissing him tenderly on the lips. "That's why I brought you here."
He pulled away from her embrace. "You're breaking up with him?"
She shook her head, her long-flowing brown hair dancing over her face. "No, silly. I want to include you in our affair."
His thick brows furrowed. "You want a menage?"
"No," she quickly looked at me, "not exactly."
"What then?" He repositioned his cowboy hat. I could tell that he was as uncomfortable as I was. I was just as interested in her answer. I should've known by her dastardly smile.
"You're going to be my cuck." She explained. Again, he showed no emotion, but I could see that inside he was seething. "I want you to watch Johnny stick his big, fat cock deep inside my fertile womb and knock me up."
"What if I don't want to," he said, folding his arms across his chest.
"I'm not asking," she said and began to lift her shirt up, freeing her large, milky breasts. My God, I thought they were large when she was pregnant! Her ponderous flesh bounced up and down and milk flew from her enlarged nipples. I wanted so bad to reach out and caress her breasts. I wanted to stick her nipples in my mouth and suck until there was no milk left. Until she had to remind me to save some.
"Jeez, you guys really are all alike!" she laughed as she saw the look on both of our faces. "Don't worry, honey," she said as she leaned over and kissed her husband on the cheek, "this is exactly what you've fantasized about since we've been married."
Both of our eyes opened wide at that revelation. I couldn't hold back my shock any longer. "You've fantasized about another man fucking your wife?" I blurted out before thinking through my actions.
The look that he shot me could've melted steel. I instinctively moved back, tripped and fell flat on the ground. Donna hurriedly moved to my side and knelt down to see if I was okay. As she caressed my face, I reached out and stroked her large, ponderous breasts. At that point, with her hovering over me, I somehow felt safe and protected and the fact that her husband was watching didn't bother me in the slightest.
Answering my question, Donna said - loud enough for both of us to hear - "Rick has talked constantly about me fooling around with another guy, and even though that appealed to me in a basal way, it wasn't something that I was ready to embrace." She looked up at her husband and smiled. "But now I am. Be happy, I'm fulfilling your fondest wish. This has been your life-long dream. So, just get comfortable, sit back and watch your wife take a huge load from another man. Just like we've pretended all these years."
When she turned back to me, she was a completely different woman. The cougar that I had known was still there, but she was much more wild and untamed than I had ever seen before. She wasn't just fulfilling her husband's wishes, she was fulfilling mine - some that I hadn't even known existed.
Unceremoniously, she threw herself at me, her ponderous breasts pinning me to the ground. Her lips found mine and I don't know if she was putting on a show for her husband or if she'd been holding back all this time, but whatever it was she was now a wild woman. She pressed her mouth into mine gutturally as her fertile, milky body undulated against mine.
Instantly, my cock was hard and I was ready to go. God damn, I couldn't believe this. I spared a quick glance over to her husband and saw that he was indeed leaning back with his cock in his hand and his pants around his ankles. Holy fuck! He was actually watching us! Had he really always wanted another man to knock his beautiful, MILF wife up? This was a completely unexpected twist and I can't say that it was one that I wasn't in favor of.
I cupped her large, ponderous, hanging breasts in my hands and began kneading her milk-bags. She groaned and thrust her pelvis into my cock. Through our clothes, we dry-humped as I milked her, spraying jets of her hot, white liquid all over the grass.
"Take one in your mouth, Johnny!" she panted, still undulating her pussy against my steel-hard cock. I couldn't wait to shuck my shorts and fuck her proper - in front of her husband.
"How does it feel to see your wife man-handled by another man?" she asked as my mouth clamped down on her fertile, milk-filled nipple. I nearly choked on the liquid when I heard her say that. Wow, she was really taking this "cuck" thing as far as she could.
When Rick grunted in answer to her question, her pussy pushed down hard on my cock as she orgasmed against me. She came so hard that I actually felt wetness seep out of her panties and through my shorts. I could hear him fapping vigorously as he watched his wife mate with another man. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that a man could get off on something like that.
In one swift move, Donna had moved off me, pulled my shorts down and exposed my turgid member to her bestial gaze. She was so hungry for my cock, that she pounced on it like a crazed beast and I cried out. Her scorching mouth descended upon my hapless cock as she took me all the way down her throat.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Rick said as he stroked himself faster and faster.
"Fuck yeah!" I said as I looked up at him. In that moment our relationship changed forever. It was understood that neither of us were in charge of this hot little filly. She was leading us where she wanted to go.
It was the most awkward thing I'd ever encountered, but he got up, came over and high-fived me. "Knock that fertile bitch up!" he said and sat back down.
With his approval, I intended to do just that. Donna's long brown hair bobbed up and down as she furiously worked her mouth all over my cock. She licked my shaved balls, cupped them as she moved her tongue up and down my slick shaft and then descended back down upon my hungry cock.
Needing more than a blow job, I stood and tore off the rest of her clothes, leaving her gorgeous MILF body exposed for all to see. If anyone had come by at that moment, they would've gotten an eyeful of her matronly beauty. I was surprised when Rick began whistling and cat-calling her. I joined in and together we m
ade her blush furiously and she began dancing seductively - just for us - and anyone who happened to walk by at that moment.
When she was finished, I moved toward her and embraced her, squeezing her body to mine and pressing my needy cock to her slick-up entrance. She laid backwards on the park bench, splaying her luscious legs apart for me. I enjoyed the scene for a moment and then dove in. Rick moved his hand toward her breast, but she swatted it away and scolded him playfully.
"Once I'm knocked up, then you can fill me with your cream. But not until then."
As I dove into her motherly hot-box, she cupped her breasts and began squirting her milk in my direction. I lifted my head and caught a few drops of her lactation dew on my tongue and then concentrated on her orgasm. I remembered back to my first time with her and how I didn't even know how to lick a woman down there and while I certainly wasn't an expert, I knew what she liked and what got her hotter than the sun.
"Oh my God!" she said, squeezing her legs together around my head as I licked and sucked her folds, my tongue just dancing around her clit. I knew it drove her wild when I did everything but suck on her little nubbin. I must've licked her for five minutes straight before she cried out that I'd better suck it or else!
Instead, I continued my teasing, circling around her sensitive lady part. Finally, she grabbed the back of my head and pressed me as close to it as I could get. Then she locked her legs around me so that I couldn't move.
"Suck it!" she cried out as her juices gushed around my face, trailed down her legs and pooled on the table under her. Slowly, deliberately waiting as long as I could, I caressed her clit with my tongue, causing her to fly over the edge and begin yelling. I hoped that no one called the cops on us or we'd have an interesting time trying to explain our way out of this one.
I was so fucking hard from making her cum that I climbed up on the table and slid my cock deep inside her matronly pussy. I sighed in satisfaction as I felt my cock embed itself deep inside her. It had been a few months since we'd done anything because of the birth, but everything seemed to be in perfect working order now.
There was, however, one major difference: Her pussy was wider and more accommodating to my large cock. Oh, and there was one other difference: Her cervix was hanging low and stretched wide. Wide enough for my cock to plow through. Wow, I'd never been inside a woman's cervix before. Until now I didn't even know that it was possible. It was awesome; it felt as if a glove was being placed around my cock.
"Fuck me! Cum in my married womb!" Donna cried deliriously as her husband watched. Some part of me still thought that he was going to chase me off and kick my ass, but it felt so incredibly naughty to be shagging his wife while he could do nothing.
Then she turned to her husband. "This is what a real man feels like! I need to feel his potent seed deep inside me. Your puny, pathetic cock can never stretch me so fully as his. In fact, he's inside my cervix right now. You've never even been close to that."
Hearing her talk filthy to her husband turned both him and I on so much that we were both going to spew our loads soon. I concentrated on pushing in and out of her pussy, making sure each time that I dipped back into her swollen cervix. I wanted so bad to know what it felt like to squirt in there, pushing my cum directly into her fertile womb.
Rick grunted and stood up, moving his cock to her face where he was about to spew his load all over, when she pulled his hands away.
"That's not how the fantasy goes," she chastised him. I was stunned to watch his cock begin to deflate in front of her. "Bad cock! Now you wait until he knocks me up and then if he gives you permission you can cum on my face impotently."
God damn if that didn't send me over the edge. I leaned forward and took her milk-filled mammaries in my hands and began sucking and squeezing them, drinking her breast juice and feeling it slide down my throat. His cock bounced up and down next to her lips, but she paid it no attention as she was consumed by her own impending orgasm. I began hammering in her faster and faster until I couldn't hold it back any longer.
"Suck his cock off," I commanded her as I slammed myself all the way deep inside her fertile, unprotected cervix as my cock swelled inside her. "Drink it all and don't waste a drop."
She opened her mouth and he gratefully slid his dick inside her greedy lips as she obeyed me. Within two sucks, he was fully hard and I could see his shaft swelling. That's when I let loose my potent seed deep inside her pussy, instantly knocking her up with my second love-child. Her husband grunted as he unleashed his impotent seed in her mouth and down her throat. I smiled as I realized what a coup I had just undertaken. It was my seed that was important. I was the one who would impregnate her and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Shot after shot of liquid fire erupted from the depths of my balls, spraying several months-worth of saved-up semen directly into her unprotected belly. I had no idea how much cum the two of us dumped in her belly, but it was substantial. I laid on top of her, panting and sweating as we let our bodies cool down. Rick smiled as he slipped his cock out of her mouth.
"Man, we're going to have to do this more often. Say, you ought to move in with us," he suggested.
"Where would I sleep?" I asked. I don't remember there being a second bedroom.
"Nah man, you'd have the marriage bed. After all, it your baby she's carrying. I'll find somewhere else."
Just as I was about to answer, we all turned our heads as we heard the crack of a twig behind us. Shit.
Knocking up the Neighbor's Wife
Nikita Storm
I heard the vicious peal of thunder just above and looked out the window when I saw it: a blinding flash of light that struck a transformer just in front of my house. Holy shit! Sparks flew everywhere, the lights flickered for just a second and then...silence; all the power in the whole neighborhood shut off, leaving only the pouring rain for sound.
Luckily, I was prepared for just such an eventuality and had my Mag-Lite near me. I went outside to check the damage and saw to my dismay that there were downed wires and snapped poles all along the street. This wasn't going to be a two-hour fix, this was going to take all night or longer. Perfect. Just as I was getting ready to watch the Monday Night football game of the week.
I looked around and saw that we were pretty much in the epicenter of the storm. Dark, ominous clouds hung overhead like evil sentinels, pouring their wrath down upon the land.
Another streak of lightning danced across the sky - too close for comfort - and I prepared myself for the bang of the thunder. When it came, the windows shook and rattled and for a moment, I thought they were going to break. But, luckily, they held.
Just as the thunder rolled past, I heard a high-pitched scream come from the next-door neighbor's house. That's where Katie lived! Katie and Mark had moved into the neighborhood just a few months ago. They had just gotten married and it was their first house. Rumor had it that they were trying to conceive.
I raced over to see what the commotion was, padding through the mud and rain in bare-feet, my heart beating a mile a minute in my chest. I didn't see any lightning near her house, so I wondered if she had slipped and fallen. When I made it to the door, I saw what the problem was: the last peal of thunder blew out her windows and wind and rain were pouring through.
"Thank God you're here," she sobbed as she opened the door for me. "I was just looking out the windows when they blew."
"Are you hurt?"
She nodded. "A little, but nothing a hot bath can't fix."
Another peal of wicked thunder blew by, knocking more glass off the window.
"Come on," I said, "it's not safe here."
I turned and walked out the door, but realized she wasn't following. "What's the matter?"
She looked downward, her blonde hair falling in front of her eyes, "I...I can't."
"Why's that?"
"My..." she wiped a tear and turned away from me.
I came up to her and put my large, black arms around her. "What's the m
atter?" I asked and realized she was crying. I cannot honestly say that I hadn't had bad thoughts about her. She was a very beautiful nineteen-year-old young lady with long-flowing golden hair, green eyes and extremely long legs. I'd had many jerking sessions thinking of nothing more than kissing her pouty lips and sliding my cock into her ovulating pussy.
"It's my husband," she said finally, looking into my eyes imploringly.
I looked around and kicked myself, having forgotten all about him. "Is he here?"
She shook her head.
"Then what?" I looked outside and the storm had intensified. We were getting soaked standing here and if we didn't want to get sick, we were going to have to move.
"He's..." she sniffled.
Whatever she was trying to tell me, it was obviously very difficult. I just held her tight as she gathered herself. Her small, lithe body pressed against mine sent my hormones into overdrive. My cock sprung to life and my mind raced with naughty thoughts. I towered over her and when I looked down, I could see half of her breast through her nightie. Oh God.
"He's forbidden me to leave the house without his permission." She began bawling harder.
"What?" I said incredulously. "How in the?" I couldn't fathom what I was hearing. Here was his beautiful wife hurt and needing shelter and because this asshole hasn't given his permission to leave the house, she can't get help. When he gets back, I was going to have to have a "talk" with him. Mano-a-mano. Creep.
She nodded, pressing her face into my chest. I could feel her hot tears leaking through my shirt. "I'm sorry, but I can't disobey him."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. Why on earth did women put up with these cretins?
"So, you can't go willingly, right?"
She nodded, her green eyes glistening from her tears.
"What about unwillingly?"
"What do you mean?" she stopped crying for a moment and looked up at me hopefully.
"Your husband," I explained, "doesn't want you to leave the house willingly. But what if I grabbed you like this --" I picked her up easily and threw her over my shoulders, "and took you to my house where you can get a bath and warm up by the fire?"