Futa Fertility Cuckold Collection

by Reed James

  My wife spent a long time getting ready. When she emerged from the bathroom, she looked so beautiful. I watched her walk naked across the room. I breathed in just how perfect she was and how lucky I was to have her. Her wedding ring sparkled as she dug into her jewelry box and pulled out a tennis bracelet I bought her along with diamond earrings and a sapphire necklace.

  She was wearing the jewelry I gave her for her lover.

  That made me hard.

  She pulled on a skimpy, black thong and thigh-high stockings. They didn't need garters to hold them up. She pulled on her dress and I zipped her up the back then she did the same thing for me with my blue dress.

  She hooked her arms in mine. “When was the last time we both dressed up to go on a date?”

  “I don't know,” I shrugged.

  “Ooh, tonight will be so much fun.” She kissed my cheek, the dark-brown ringlets of her hair brushing my shoulder. “Come on, honey. We have to go pick her up.”

  “What?”

  “You're driving, honey. Our own little chauffeur.”

  Before I could say, “But I'm your futa-wife,” she had dragged me out of the room, her ass swaying in the tight, short dress. She did look hot in it.

  My wife sat in the back of our car, her legs crossed, a huge smile on her lips. I kept looking at her in the rearview mirror as we drove to Dr. Belinda's house. It was huge and on Lake Washington. Only the rich had houses here, like Billie Gates. She was more successful than me, more beautiful, and had a bigger cock. She was a better futa in every way that counted.

  No wonder my wife would rather fuck the doctor.

  I tried to push that thought down. She was doing this only to be bred. My wife wasn't choosing the doctor over me. She wouldn't leave me. Right? The fear lurked in there as I headed to the door to fetch the doctor. I rang the doorbell, squirming. This felt so wrong.

  Heels clicked on hardwood floors. The door opened and Dr. Belinda stood in the doorway wearing a tight, purple dress that showed off her large, ebony tits and long legs. I couldn't help but notice the large bulge of her futa-cock tenting her skirt.

  “Catherine, how lovely to see you,” she purred as she closed her front door, a small purse clutched in hand. “I'm so glad you understand the importance of getting your wife in the right mood. Now don't be shocked by anything that happens tonight. It is all a medical treatment.”

  “Of course, Doctor.”

  “Think of it as...roleplay. Your wife is only fulfilling her deep-seated, feminine fantasy to be a whore for a sexy futa. It will help with her ovulation and conception. But just endure and you'll make her happy.”

  “I will,” I said, feeling so pathetic.

  “Good futa.” She clapped my shoulder then headed down the steps of her porch to my car.

  I followed.

  Dr. Belinda slid into the back and immediately kissed my wife. Not a quick kiss, but a passionate one. Lots of tongue. My wife melted against the doctor, moaning and sighing, their breasts pressed together. Maria never kissed me like that.

  I pulled the car away and headed to the restaurant.

  “I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight,” Dr. Belinda whispered, “while your pathetic futa-wife watches, jerking her tiny cock.”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” my wife moaned, squirming in the backseat. “Oh, Dr. Belinda, your fingers are so bold. Oh, yes. I'm going to be so wet during dinner.”

  “I like my sluts wet.”

  My dick ached in my panties as I drove while my cheeks burned with humiliation. I adjusted the rearview mirror and caught sight of the doctor's ebony hand disappearing beneath my wife's skirt. My wife squirmed and sighed, her nipples tenting the front of her dress.

  I thought my wife might cum, but we reached the restaurant first. I parked in an underground garage. Dr. Belinda took my wife's hand and helped her out of the car.. Then my wife pressed tight against the futa, her face flushed from the fingering. I followed after them, my head low. I was so distracted, I almost lost my balance on my heels.

  The restaurant was lovely. We were seated in a corner. There was candlelight and a champagne bottle waiting. It was setup for a pair of lovers would have, a cozy booth, dark lighting, the illusion of privacy.

  And I was here, a third wheel.

  My wife and the doctor cuddled together, Dr. Belinda's arm around my wife's shoulder, Maria's head leaning against the doctor. There was a good foot-and-a-half space between me and my wife. A yawning gulf.

  I was grateful for the champagne. I down my glass in a single gulp. The warmth helped with the shame as my wife kissed Dr. Belinda while our waitress watched on. I swallowed, not sure what to say to the waitress.

  “I'll come back in a few minutes,” the waitress said after a moment. “I'll, um, give you time to, um, think.”

  I nodded my head, my cheeks burning. I poured myself a second glass of champaign, trying not to stare, but it was so hard. They moaned as their lips smacked wetly together. My dick ached so badly in my panties. I could see the doctor's hand on my wife's pale thigh, stroking her as they kissed, my wife squirming.

  “We're in a restaurant,” I whispered after a moment.

  Dr. Belinda broke the kiss and gave me a look. “Catherine, you're wife's my whore. If I want to kiss her in the restaurant or finger her cunt right here at the table, I will.”

  “It's all part of the roleplay, honey,” my wife said even as her eyes widened. Dr. Belinda's hand moved beneath my wife's skirt. “So relax...and enjoy...watching us...”

  Her eyes were dewy and her cheeks crimson as she leaned back into the booth, her legs spreading wide, her skirt sliding up her legs. She shuddered and smiled. The doctor's wrist moved as she clearly pumped her fingers in and out of my wife's snatch.

  My dick threatened to burst through my panties. My nipples were so hard in my bra, and my pussy flooded out juices as I watched my wife's obvious pleasure. People were around us. Couples at other tables could look over and watch my wife.

  The waitress returned. “Well, are you folks ready to order?”

  “I think we are,” Dr. Belinda smiled, still fingering my wife. Her freehand grabbed the menu. “What do you think?”

  “So ready,” moaned my wife. “Oh, yes, I'm ready. I've been looking forward to this all day.”

  “Well, I'm so happy you're so enthusiastic about our food,” the waitress smiled.

  “Yes, yes, your food.” My wife squirmed again. “Honey, order for me, you know what I like.”

  “Yes, dear,” I blushed.

  The waitress looked at me then spotted the wedding band on my finger that matched the one on my wife's left hand clutching her champagne glass. The waitress's eyes widened. A blush spread across her cheeks as she realized what was happening.

  “My wife will have your salmon,” I said—Maria loved salmon. “But with the sauce on the side so she can dip it. And I'll have the roasted duck.”

  “I'll take the swordfish,” Dr. Belinda said. I could hear her fingers sliding in and out of my wife's cunt.

  “Sounds perfect,” groaned my wife, squirming, the doctor's fingers pumping faster. “Oh, yes, yes, yes.”

  “Wow, you are...excited about...the salmon,” the waitress said, cheeks burning. “I'll, um, get your orders right up.”

  “Good.” My wife licked her lips. “Oh, yes, so good.”

  The waitress retreated. A couple at another table looked over as Dr. Belinda leaned to my wife and whispered, “Are you about to cum, slut?”

  “It's so hot. You're so bold, Doctor. You're fingering my naughty cunt right in front of the waitress. My little cuckold would never do that. She's so timid. But you... Oh, goddess, yes. Mmm, right there. Keep... Oh, wow.”

  “That's your G-spot, slut.” The doctor nuzzled at my wife's neck. “Now cum like the whore you are. Get that cunt ready to be bred.”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” my wife moaned, her face scrunching up.

  I smiled at the couple and they looked away. It was so hot and so embarrassi
ng. My wife was right. I would never have done something like this in public. I would be too scared of getting caught. I was too scared of getting caught. I wanted to jerk my cock, but what if someone saw me? My pussy begged to be fingered, too.

  My wife's foot brushed my leg as she spasmed. She clamped her jaw's shut as she came. The couple at the next table glanced again. They both let out nervous laughter, realizing my wife was cumming on another futa's fingers.

  “Doctor,” she sighed. “Oh, yes, that was hot.”

  My wife downed her champagne in a long gulp as Dr. Belinda lifted her fingers, glistening with my wife's juices. She had three inside Maria. The doctor held them up to my wife's lips. She lowered her glass and sucked them into her mouth one by one, cleaning her juices off and groaning at the same time.

  I wanted to rush to the bathroom and masturbate.

  “Oh, honey, she knows how to make me cum,” my wife purred, stroking my leg.

  “And it made me so hard,” groaned Dr. Belinda.

  “Oh, no,” my wife gasped. “That's not good. What should I do about it?”

  “Slip beneath the table and suck my cock, whore.”

  My eyes widened. There was no way my wife would do that. The other couple kept glancing at us. They knew what was going on. But my wife, her dark eyes twinkling, shuddered and nodded her head.

  “You can't, dear,” I groaned. “We're in public. This can't be part of the treatment.”

  “I'm her whore tonight, honey,” my wife said then gave me a quick kiss. “And I've always wanted to do this.”

  “What?” I goggled.

  “Yes,” she moaned. “I told Dr. Belinda all about my fantasies of being with a Black futa while you watch, being a whore, sex in public. All of it. And fulfilling my fantasies will help me conceive.”

  My head reeled. She fantasized about this? I wanted to ask if I was even infertile? How long had they planned this?

  Instead, I poured a third glass of champagne, my head already buzzing, and drank it as my wife slipped beneath the table. Her body brushed my leg as she moved around beneath the table. My dick ached so badly. My pussy was so wet.

  I shoved a hand beneath the table and rubbed myself through my skirt as my eyes were locked on Dr. Belinda's crotch. The table cloth moved, my wife's head pushing it over the doctor's lap. I couldn't see what was happening but I heard cloth rustling.

  Then the doctor grinned as I heard my wife suck.

  “That's it, whore,” the doctor groaned. “You got my cock so hard. Suck my cock. You were such a wicked slut for teasing me with your cunt.

  I rubbed harder at my cock. The table cloth moved as my wife bobbed her head. I glanced at the other couple. The woman's eyes were wide while the futa had a huge grin on her face. She leaned over and whispered something.

  The woman shook her head.

  Clearly, she wasn't as much a slut as my wife was.

  “Are you watching your wife blow me?” asked Dr. Belinda, her voice a throaty purr. “Mmm, are you?”

  I nodded my head.

  “It's good that you know just how much of a slut your wife is. Women want strong futas to make them whores. You never were strong enough. Your wife loves my cock. She might love you, but she loves the sex I give her more.”

  I swallowed.

  “I could make her leave you, but where's the fun in that? Besides, I don't want your wife forever. Just until I'm done using the whore.”

  My wife moaned. She sucked louder.

  “Your wife knows it and that makes it hotter for her. Makes her cervix widen, her uterus ready to be flooded with my seed. I'll breed her. I'll keep fucking her over and over and leave you to raise my children.”

  I swallowed, squeezing my cock.

  “And you're so pathetic it turns you on.” The doctor let out a throaty moan. “Mmm, I've cuckolded so many of my patients. There are so many wimpy beta futas in Seattle who let me fuck their wives and make them my whores. Then they raise my children. Just like you will.”

  I nodded my head, my dick so hard. It was so hot. I couldn't understand it at all. Why did I like this? What about watching my wife being another futa's whore turned me on? Because it was so wrong? So antithetical to the spirit and purpose of marriage? Or because I was such a weak futa?

  A cuckold.

  Dr. Belinda smiled. “Mmm, yes, you're realizing it now. You're lucky your wife has a cuckold fetish. She would leave you otherwise, but she loves having such a weak beta futa to cheat on.”

  My dick ached. I squeezed harder.

  “Oh, damn, your wife is sucking so hard and her fingers... She knows how to finger a pussy while sucking cock. Mmm, yes. I'm going to dump so much cum in her mouth.” Dr. Belinda looked at me. “Ask me to cum in her mouth.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me, cuckold.” Her dark eyes bored into mine. Her large breasts rose and fell. She was so beautiful. So powerful. “Ask me to cum in your wife's mouth.”

  I should resist. I couldn't.

  “Cum in my wife's mouth,” I moaned, the tip of my dick aching. “It'll make her happy.”

  I came. My cock spurted into my panties as Dr. Belinda gave a sneering smile. Her hips bucked and then she came so hard. I heard my wife drink down all the cum, swallowing loudly, moaning her enjoyment.

  My body shook as the pleasure flooded out of my pussy and spurted out of my cock. I bit my lip, trying not to moan. I glanced at the couple and they both looked shocked. Did they hear me beg? More humiliation burned through me for enjoying what just happened.

  My wife climbed out from beneath the table. “Oh, honey, that was so hot,” she moaned as she pressed up to me, the salty smell of cum on her breath. She nuzzled my ear, whispering, “But don't worry. I do love you. Dr. Belinda would never steal me away. I'm just her whore. Not her wife. I'm your wife.”

  “I know,” I said.

  “Ooh, I love you so much.”

  She gave me a quick, salty kiss then grabbed a napkin to wipe her lips.

  I sat in a daze when the waitress delivered our dinner. Dr. Belinda's words rang through my mind. She could steal my wife away. Maria was under a lusty spell of the doctor. She was playing out her fantasies while getting pregnant. And I loved it. Even if my wife did leave me for the Doctor, a part of me would find it arousing.

  Was that what a cuckold was? A futa that wanted her wife to be so happy she didn't care what her wife did, how many other futas she fucked or even if she got pregnant.

  I picked at my food, not listening to the conversation. The other couple had left, though the futa gave me such a disappointed look. It said, I would never let my wife blow another futa under the table. Pathetic.

  Near the end of the meal, my wife and her doctor slid out from the booth. My wife reached out, taking my hand as she walked by, pulling me with her. “What?”

  “Time for me to be bred,” she giggled. “In the bathroom. I'm going to get fucked so hard, honey. And I need you there to watch. It's not fun if you're not watching.”

  “Do you...like humiliating me?” I asked as the three of us walked through the restaurant.

  “Yes. Don't you like being humiliated? I see the wet spot on your skirt. You came when I was blowing Dr. Belinda.”

  I blushed. “I...I did.”

  “Then stop pretending to hate this and embrace what you are.” She patted my hand. “My loving cuckold.”

  “Only until you're pregnant, right? Then things go back to normal?”

  “Of course,” she smiled. “I'll be so happy when I'm pregnant with our child.”

  The three of us slipped into the futa's bathroom. There was a handicap stall at the end. I swallowed as we hurried in, my wife giggling as we passed the urinals. Dr. Belinda opened the stall, ushering us both in.

  “I've never been fucked in a bathroom,” my wife moaned as she pulled up her skirt.

  “I think you need to get ready first. Cuckold, I want you to lick your wife's pussy and finger her ass. Shove plenty of pussy jui
ces back there. Even lick her ass a bit.”

  “I...what?”

  “Oh, yes, honey. You need to learn how to please me with your mouth better,” my wife giggled as she leaned over the toilet and wagged her ass at me. Her black thong disappeared between her creamy butt-cheeks and molded against her dripping wet pussy. “Get me ready for her cock.”

  “But...why do I have to—”

  “Do it,” hissed Dr. Belinda. “Fall to your knees and get your wife ready for me.”

  “Yes, Doctor,” I groaned, not wanting to make her mad.

  I grabbed my wife's thong and yanked it down, exposing her shaved pussy. She shaved it yesterday for the doctor. I had asked her in the past to shave, but my wife always laughed and said no. I shoved down another wave of humiliation as I leaned up and licked my wife's pussy.

  “Oh, yes, honey,” she moaned. “Mmm, that's what you're good for. My little cuckold's nimble tongue. Lick my pussy, honey, get me ready for the doctor's big cock.”

  “Don't forget to finger her ass,” the doctor moaned. I saw her cock pop out of her skirt out the corner of my eye. Thick and hard, dwarfing my little dick. “Get her nice and ready.”

  She was going to fuck my wife's ass. That wasn't necessary at all to breed my wife. But I didn't say anything. I shoved a pair of fingers into my wife's pussy as I licked at her folds, gathering her tangy musk on my tongue while my cock ached in my wet panties.

  I brought my fingers to her asshole, pressing between her cheeks. I fucked my tongue into her pussy as I circled her sphincter. I had never fingered my wife's ass before. I pressed froward. She groaned, her hips undulating as I pushed finger into her asshole. Her juices lubed me and I sank into the first knuckle. Then deeper.

  Her velvety bowels gripped my finger. I wondered what it would be like to fuck her ass. My dick ached in my panties to find out. I drew my finger back and pushed it in again, stirring her around. She groaned and clenched her finger down on my finger, humping back against me.

  “Oh, honey, yes, get me ready. Put a second finger into me. Stretch me out for her cock.” My wife's voice echoed through the bathroom. “I want to feel her big, thick dick fucking my ass. Oh, yes. I want it so badly.”