by Danielle Lux
Finally his entire length was inside me. Jim began kissing my neck, and I started to ride him, the same way that slut Becky had been riding my husband. Jim’s cock was incredible, his length and girth massaging every inch of the inside of my pussy.
Jim was enjoying it too, kissing my neck with frenzied passion, letting out the occasional “Oh fuck!” as I rode him like a pro.
Jim fucked me all around the kitchen, in every position, for almost an hour. His stamina was incredible, and his dick stayed rock hard throughout, giving my pussy the workout of its life as I came over and over again.
Finally, as he was fucking me on the sofa in the lounge, me on my back with my legs in the air, him on top, he announced he was ready to cum.
Finally, I thought. As incredible as the sex was, my pussy was starting to ache. I wouldn't be walking properly for a week, after the damage Jim’s goliath dick had done to it.
“Almost there!” Jim groaned, “almost there!”
I looked up at his beautiful face. It was the face of a real man. A provider. A man who would fight for a woman, but care for her as well. In that moment I realized I might never find a man as perfect as Jim again. I'd meet someone else, sure, but they'd never be as good as Jim. I knew Jim loved his wife and would never leave her, but I didn't need him to be my boyfriend or my husband: I just wanted his seed. I wanted this amazing man to be the father of my baby.
“I want you to cum inside me,” I said. Jim’s eyes went wide.
“No,” he said, struggling to get his words out as he reached the point of no return, “I can't… I…”
“I won't tell anyone,” I said. “I won't tell anyone you're the dad. Ethan and Rita will never know.”
“Anna… I can't…”
Jim started to pull his dick out, but I pulled him back in with my legs.
“Anna, no!” he grunted, trying to pull out and stop himself cumming at the same time.
“Anna… please!”
I contracted my pussy muscles, squeezing his fat dick with my cunt.
“Cum in me, Jim, I know you want to. Cum inside your son’s wife!”
“Rrrraggghhhh!!!!!” he yelled, unable to hold back any longer, unleashing a huge, warm load into the depths of my vagina.
“Good boy,” I said, keeping my legs wrapped tightly around his back so he couldn't pull out, “good boy.”
Jim collapsed on top of me, exhausted, I could feel his dick twitching inside me. I gave him another few squeezes with my pussy, making sure I drained every last drop of baby batter from his massive balls.
“We shouldn't have done that...” he said, barely able to speak. “What about Ethan and Rita?”
“I won't tell them,” I said, “I promise. When people ask who the dad is, I'll say I had a one-night stand.”
I kissed Brian on the cheek.
“Thank you.”
“What for?” he asked.
“For making me feel like a woman again. And for this.”
I touched my belly.
“You don't even know you're pregnant yet,” Jim said.
“I am,” I replied. “I don't know how, but I know it. I'm pregnant with your child.”
And I was. Whether it was women’s intuition, some sort of prophetic knowledge or just coincidence and wishful thinking, I was right: Jim had impregnated me.
At first I was going to stick with my plan of claiming the father was a stranger I had a one-night stand with, but then, six months into the pregnancy, Ethan came to see me at the apartment I was renting.
“What do you want?” I asked him.
Naturally he'd assumed he was the father. I'd already done the calculations and knew this wasn't the case, since Ethan and I had barely had sex at all in the months leading up to me catching him cheating. No, Jim was definitely the daddy.
But I didn't tell Ethan any of this. He promised to do right by me, to pay child support and be in his child’s life if I'd let him. He even begged me to go back with him, saying he was a changed man, that he’d learned his lesson and I was the woman he loved.
I let Ethan come with me to prenatal classes and doctor’s appointments, and the two of us ended up back in bed together. It was the first time I'd had sex since Jim, and it just didn't compare. Ethan tried his best, but he had nothing on his father.
Anyway, we ended up agreeing to give our marriage another go. When we told Jim and Rita, Jim gave me a disappointment look, but I knew this was the right thing to do. The baby needed a father.
So I gave birth to a son, Ethan at my side, then the two of us moved back in together to raise the baby. Ethan started moonlighting at night-shift shops to make more money, since I had to stay at home. Every time he went off to work a long, difficult shift at a shit job, it gave me pleasure to know that he was working hard to support a child that wasn't even his.
Ethan had cheated on me and this was my revenge. He would spend his life raising his father’s child, thinking it was his own. I told him I didn't want any more kids, so as long as we were together he would die childless.
Jim would never tell him, as he would lose his wife and his son, and I would never tell him either. Ethan would never know that he wasn't passing his genes on, but I would. And remembering it would make me happy. Every time I suspected him of cheating—or caught him cheating—I could take him back safe in the knowledge that I wasn't being fucked over. That I was winning.
As the saying goes: revenge is a dish best served cold. And unluckily for Ethan, a wronged woman can be a very cold bitch indeed.
THE END
Too Big for the Condom
(Pregnant by my Father-in-Law 4)
I’ll never forget the moment I found out my father-in-law has a big dick.
We were on a big family holiday. My husband’s parents had paid for me, my husband and our kids to go to Spain with them. The hotel was amazing, and we spent two amazing weeks chilling by the pool and drinking sangria.
I’d always had a bit of a thing for my husband’s dad, but seeing him in his swimming trunks by the pool—that was on another level entirely. Unlike my chubby husband, his dad Andrew had the body of an Adonis. Andrew wasn’t overly muscled like a bodybuilder, but he had a gorgeous six-pack and big, girthy biceps. Plus he had just the right amount of body hair, with a thick thatch of black and gray on his chest.
In short, he had a much better body than any man of fifty-eight deserved to have. Plus, I could tell there was something going on in his swim shorts. Something big.
I’d never been a size queen or anything like that, but like many women, I’d always been slightly fascinated when I came across a penis a bit out of the ordinary. Jerry, my husband, was average at best, and it had never bothered me. We’d had two beautiful boys together and I’d never even considered cheating. Our sex life was ok, and Jerry occasionally made me orgasm. And when he didn’t, well, I had my sex toys to finish myself off.
But what I saw stirring in Andrew’s shorts gave me shivers. When he climbed out the pool and the wet material clung to his package, I felt an instant warmth between my legs. It looked so fucking HUGE. At night, while Jerry was asleep, I’d slide my fingers between my legs and imagine Andrew’s monster sliding inside me, stretching my cunt in ways I’d never thought possible...
I tried to keep my eyes to myself and concentrate on reading the novel I’d brought with me, but every day at the pool I found myself unable to stop looking at Jerry’s dad. Not just his package, but all of his gorgeous body. And when Jerry fucked me I’d pretend it was Andrew. I knew it was wrong to have these thoughts about my husband’s dad, but I told myself they were just fantasies—there was no harm in having fantasies.
But then everything changed when I finally saw it: I finally saw Andrew’s cock in the flesh. And it was magnificent.
A group of us were by the pool one morning, including me, the kids, Jerry and Jerry’s mom, Anna. Andrew was upstairs, sleeping, according to his wife.
“He had a bit too much to drink last night,�
�� Anna told us. Anna and Andrew had gone out to a bar the previous night. Even though they were almost in their sixties, they were a couple who still liked to enjoy themselves.
Anna fumbled about in her bag. “Where is it? Did I leave it upstairs?”
“What have you lost, Mom?” Jerry asked her.
“That special sun cream the doctor gave me,” Anna said. “I think I left it back in the room. Be a doll and get it for me, will you?”
“Why can’t you get it yourself?” said Jerry. Jerry was always a bit rude to his mom, which annoyed me as Anna was the nicest woman in the world. He was always respectful to his dad though. From what Jerry had told me, Andrew had been quite a strict father. Even as he got older, he was still a man who commanded respect.
“I’ll get it,” I said. I was keen to get away for a bit anyway, as Jerry had been particularly annoying that morning.
“Thank you, Sarah,” Anna said. “Andrew’s probably asleep, so here’s the room key. The cream’s in the bathroom, on the left side of the sink.”
I went back into the hotel, got the lift up to the tenth floor then knocked gently on the door to Anna and Andrew’s room. No answer.
I took the key Anna had given me and quietly unlocked the door. I walked in and had the biggest shock of my life.
Andrew was lying on the bed asleep, naked on top of the covers. As usual, his body was like a Greek god’s, but what drew my eye wasn’t his perfect abs or his thick calf muscles, it was his cock. My god, what a cock! It was completely soft, but it was so thick and long. It was resting on his right thigh, and the foreskin-covered head nearly reached his knee. Even soft it was almost twice as big as his son’s was hard. Jerry had obviously got his dick-size genes from his mother’s side of the family.
“Oh!” I exclaimed. I couldn’t help it: I was just so shocked.
Andrew opened his eyes.
“Sarah?” he said groggily. Then he realized where he was—and that he was butt naked.
Andrew quickly grabbed the sheets and covered his crotch.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, “I just came to—I’m sorry.”
I ran out of the room, my cheeks glowing red. I leaned against the corridor, a wave of emotions washing over me: embarrassment, shame, lust.
I shouldn’t be thinking about him like that, I thought, tears streaming down my face. He’s my husband’s dad! He’s Anna’s husband!
I heard a door open behind me. I turned and saw Andrew wearing a white hotel bathrobe.
“Sarah, are you ok? I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I tried to reply, but I couldn’t stop sobbing.
“Come here,” said Andrew, putting his arms around me. Instantly I felt safe: a small little girl protected by his big, strong arms.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, “Why are you crying?”
“I didn’t mean to walk in on you,” I said. “Anna just asked me to get her suncream. I’m sorry!”
I burst into tears again, burying my face in his chest.
“It’s ok,” Andrew said, laughing. “I was just an accident. There’s no need to cry.”
I looked up at him, my eyes glistening with tears.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Of course,” he smiled. He looked so handsome when he smiled.
Then his smile disappeared. He was looking at me in a way he’d never looked at me before. I recognized the look at once: lust.
Andrew leaned down and kissed me. My mouth opened to welcome his, and our tongues met in the middle. The kiss was deep and passionate, our mouths and tongues frantically exploring each other’s.
Then, suddenly, Andrew pulled away.
“No,” he said, “this is wrong. I’m sorry. I—I’ll get the suncream for Anna.”
He went back into the room, and a moment later returned with the cream.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I’m sorry too,” I said, feeling embarrassed and confused.
The rest of the day, Andrew and I did our best to avoid each other. Whenever we caught each other’s eye we’d both quickly look away. We chose the furthest loungers from each other at the pool, and sat as far from each other as possible at dinner.
That night Jerry made love to me, but when he kissed me it was nothing compared to the passionate, sensual kiss I’d had with his dad, and when he fucked me his penis felt small and inadequate. Once Jerry came I faked an orgasm and pretended to go to sleep, but really I was playing with my clit, thinking about Andrew.
Things continued like that for another couple of days: Andrew and I making every effort to avoid each other, and me unable to stop thinking about him.
It was the day before our flight back and I was spending the morning relaxing by the pool. Jerry came over with his mom and our kids.
“The boys are begging to go to that water park,” Jerry said. “Mom and I are going to take them. You fancy coming?”
“You mind if I don’t?” I said. After two weeks of looking after two hyperactive brats and a husband, I felt like a day by myself.
“That’s fine,” said Jerry, kissing me on the cheek. “See you this afternoon for dinner.”
“Andrew should be down from the room in a bit,” said Anna, “so you shouldn’t be lonely for too long.”
I felt butterflies in my stomach. Andrew and I would be the only ones left at the hotel!
“You alright, Sarah?” Jerry asked. “You’ve gone as white as a sheet.”
I nodded. My mouth had gone completely dry.
“Yes,” I said, “you all have a good time.”
After they’d all gone, my mind started racing. Jerry and Anna were gone for the day and Andrew was upstairs alone.
Should I go upstairs and see him? Would he want me to, or was the other day all a big mistake that he regretted? And if it all went to plan, could I bring myself to cheat on Jerry… with his dad?
My stomach was in knots. But the warm feeling between my legs told me what I had to do.
First I went to one of the hotel toilets, getting a couple of condoms from the machine. I didn’t think Richard would have any STD’s, but Jerry and I had been trying for a third child for a couple of months (with no luck) so I was off the pill.
As I slid the coins into the machine my fingers felt like clumsy sausages. My hands were sweaty and I kept glancing around, terrified that someone I knew would come in and catch me.
Finally I got the rubbers, and quickly slid them inside my bikini top. I’m lucky enough to have quite a ample chest, so there was plenty of room inside one of the cups to hide them. I only hoped the condoms were big enough—I know they’re meant to stretch to fit most penises, but Andrew’s dong looked barely human it was so big. From what I’d seen it would have looked more at home on a horse, and I’d only seen it soft!
I took the lift up to the tenth floor, the butterflies in my stomach doing aerial acrobatics.
Finally I reached the door to Andrew and Anna’s room. I took a deep breath, then knocked.
There was no answer. I knocked again.
“Who is it?” came a voice from inside. “I’m sleeping.”
“Andrew, it’s me, Sarah,” I said. My mouth was so dry it was a miracle I got the words out.
“Sarah?”
I heard Andrew climbing out of bed, then the door swung open and he was standing there in his boxer shorts. My eyes immediately went to his crotch, but then I quickly brought them back up and looked him in the eyes.
“Er, hi Andrew,” I said, unsure of what to say. “Anna, Jerry and the kids have gone to the water park for the day, so I was just, uh, seeing if you wanted any company.”
Andrew looked at me, his impression impossible to read. Was he angry? Did he realize what I was after, or would I have to make it clearer? Did he hate me?
“Anna and Jerry can never know,” he said. “I won’t let anything ruin my relationship with my wife and my
son, do I make myself clear?”
I nodded. My heart was pounding.
Andrew looked me up and down, taking in every inch of my bikini-covered body. What was he thinking? Did he like what I saw? Jerry was always saying I should lose a few pounds, maybe Andrew thought the same. Maybe he was regretting this already, before we’d even started.
“You are incredible,” he said. Then he grabbed my hand, and roughly pulled me inside, slamming the door shut.