LeicesterBull75

This was all back in 1998, was how I met my late wife Sue and how our life together started, Being an I.T. consultant requires much traveling. Every six months to a year I'm given a new assignment with new co-workers. This new assignment was no different. I had landed a development role on a large software rollout project in Scotland. Since I had just bought a house in Coventry, I requested that I work Monday through Thursday and flew home every weekend. The company I was working for had contracted 5 other developers as well, 3 men and 2 women, all of which travelled back and forth between Scotland and home as I did. The guys were laid back and I enjoyed hanging out with them each evening. One of the women was a bitch and I really did not associate with her unless I absolutely had to. The other one was nice and quite attractive. Sue was her name; around 5’4” tall, large breast, and fiery red hair. She had a quick wit and fun loving attitude. She fitted in well with the group and was usually the first to suggest meeting at the bar. One little problem existed though, she was married and very devoted. I put my lust aside and enjoyed her company and the sexy outfits she always wore. After a couple of months on the project I noticed Sue started putting on a little weight. I knew better than to say anything. I had also noticed that she spent less time with us at the bar and when she did she never drank any alcohol. After a couple weeks she let everyone know she was pregnant. This was her first child and she was so happy. As the months passed by, Sue grew larger and larger. She was still a knockout though and to my amazement even sexier. I had never been around any pregnant women for any length of period before, so I never noticed how sexier they truly are. Yes her belly had grown, but so had her breasts and hips. She had a glow about her that sucked all my attention in. I found myself fantasizing about her, it got so bad at times I would have to excuse myself and go back to the room to jack off. I made every attempt I could to work on things that she would be, when she did not feel like hanging out in the bar I would sit with her in the lobby and talk the evening through. It was during one of these talks that she started to cry. I asked her what was wrong and she just said it was her hormones out of whack that she would be ok in a minute. Well that minute never came; I continued to press as to what was bothering her. Finally she looked up at me and asked “Martin, do you think I am fat and ugly?” I was stunned for a brief moment; I was not expecting her to ask something like that so bluntly. I quickly regained myself and answered “Sue, you are gorgeous. Why would you ever think differently of yourself?” She grinned at me, still crying, and said “You are just saying that, I have gotten so fat.” I quickly stopped her and said with all sincerity “Sue you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever known. Yes you have changed with the pregnancy, but trust me you are still beautiful and to be honest I think even more so than before.” She looked into my eyes and saw that I was being honest. Her tears slowly stopped and then she hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, and said “You are so nice, thank you so much. I needed that compliment, I am sorry.” “Why apologize?” I asked “Oh my emotions are getting the best of me, my husband complains all the time about it. He says I am always complaining that he does not pay attention to me.” Sue explained. I asked “Well if he does not pay attention to you he is a fool. You should be showered with attention all day long.” “You are so sweet, again thanks.” Sue again said, but this time she looked away as if to hide her frustration. I pressed and asked again what is wrong, I told her I was a good listener and would not betray her confidence. She turned and started telling me how her husband had been upset when she found out she was pregnant. Since then he has ignored her and all but refused to have sex with her. She could tell her body did not turn him on, because he never wanted to see her naked. I listened to her vent for about 2 hours. She would cry for a while and then get mad for a while. At the end she looked exhausted. I told her she needed to get a good night’s rest and that I would be there for her to talk to anytime. I told she was a beautiful woman and her husband should be ashamed of the way he was acting. I told her if she was my wife I would be bathing her in attention. She hugged and kissed me once again and left to head to her room. The next day we all left for the weekend and I did not get to talk to Sue in too much detail. She seemed to be in a fair mood, so I left it alone. Throughout the weekend I could not get the image of her out of my mind. She slowly became all I could think about. I could not fathom how her husband would not have sex with her, I would have given everything I owned to have her in my bed. I could not wait for Monday morning to arrive. I arrived Monday and to my dismay Sue had called in sick for that week, I figured she was having pregnancy problems and left it at that. I still thought of her all week long, making me long to see her. That next Monday I was ecstatic to see Sue walk through the door. I noticed immediately Sue was not the same. She was withdrawn, reserved, and quiet. I figured I would not press her and give her some space. Midway through the day Sue stopped by my desk and asked if we could talk that evening, quickly I agreed. I wanted to spend any time I could with her, even if I had to be an ear to bend. The work day ended and I met Sue in the hotel lobby. She immediately ran to me, threw herself into my arms, and started to cry. I held her tight, both worried for her and enjoying the feeling of holding her in my arms. After a few minutes she regained control and sat down. I asked what happened to create such anguish. She replied “My husband is cheating on me. I got home last week and found a pair of panties in our bed. I confronted him about it and he admitted he had fucked someone else, someone not pregnant.” I was floored. How could anyone in their right mind cheat on such a beautiful woman? I took her in my arms once again and apologized for her pain. I rocked her gently, allowing her to dump her sorrow into my chest. I could not believe what I had heard. How could anyone cheat on her, she was so loving and devoted. Over the next couple of weeks I would sit with Sue each evening, our talks seemed to help her out. During one of our conversations I suggested she not travel home that weekend, let him wonder what she was doing. She liked the idea of making him wonder, but not about sitting alone in a hotel room all weekend. At home she had her friends to keep her company. I told her I could stay as well. She thought about it for a minute and asked if I did not mind. Hell why would I? We made plans to see a few sites around town, dinner plans, and to watch a movie or two. I met her downstairs early Friday morning and off we went. We spent the morning at the castle and ended up that afternoon in Edinburgh. We walked from shop to shop, I became her pack mule as she bought something from every store and I had to carry it. It was the first time in weeks I had seen her smile, laugh, and truly enjoy herself. On the way back to the hotel she asked if we could pass on the movie we had planned and just grab dinner at the hotel. She said she was tired and needed to get comfortable. I said her wish was my command with a cheeky smile. I carried everything to her room for her. I had never been in her room and felt a little uneasy about being there at that moment; I did not want to make her feel threatened at all. When I placed everything on the bed I turned and she looked as comfortable with me there as could be. I asked her what time she wanted to have dinner. We agreed 6pm would be good. I turned to leave, but Suee stopped me. She put her arms around my neck and hugged me close as she had before, but this time she did not release me as quickly as she had in the lobby earlier. She held on for a few seconds more, I did not care, hell I actually enjoyed the extra time. As we separated she leaned up and kissed me gently on the lips. I instinctively kissed her back. I must say lights went off in my head. I opened my eyes and she was smiling at me. She said with a sly grin on her face, “Thanks for a wonderful day. I have not had that much fun in a long time. I am going to get a shower and will see you down stairs.” I smiled back and left. As I walked to my room I noticed the massive hard-on I was sporting. I stopped, had she noticed it when she kissed me? I turned bright red and quickly raced to my room. I was so turned on by her kiss, my cock was raging hard. I had to get some release. As I jerked off I envisioned Sue naked begging me to have sex with her, I literally shot all over the place. After regaining some control over my libido and lust I took a shower and headed to the hotel restaurant. I looked around for Sue, but she had not arrived yet. I picked a corner booth, so we would have a little privacy during dinner. I had just ordered a drink when she appeared in the doorway. She was wearing a little blue sun dress she had purchased in town earlier. She looked absolutely stunning. I waved to her and she made her way to the booth. As she sat down I noticed she was not wearing a bra and her nipples were very erect and visible. I could not get my eyes off of them and as usual got busted. Sue laughed, pushed her nipples, and said, “I know they are sticking out, I’m sorry. A bra looked stupid under this dress and they keep it so cold in this hotel. I did not think they would react this bad though.” I laughed with her and said, “Oh I do not mind, I am a typical man.” Sue quickly said, “No Martin you are not a typical man and that is why I like you so much. “ I let the topic die with that. She was comfortable and I did not want to do anything to change that. We ate a quiet dinner and once again found ourselves in the lobby close to the bar. We usually sat in separate seats, but this night Sue wanted to sit in one of the double booths. I was lost in her eyes when Sue asked me a question, “Martin, do you have a girlfriend?” I was at a loss at first, I could not think of what to say. I blurted out a quick, “No” “No one of interest?” she asked. “Well not really, I mean there are a few that I would like to get to know but things stand in the way” How could I tell her that she was all I thought about? “Well you are a really nice guy and you should not let things stand in your way, if you want her let her know it. The lady will be very fortunate to have you.” Sue said looking deep into my eyes. I reached up and brushed some hair from her face. She pressed her face into my hand and closed her eyes. Her action intrigued me, could she want my touch? I moved my hand down her face to her neck and onto her shoulder. Sue let out a slight moan and unconsciously opened her neck and shoulder to my advance. I continued moving my hand down her arm and onto her waist. At this point I was at a crossroads, do I proceed to her hips and possibly cross a line or stop here. My mind was racing with indecision, as I pondered my next move Sue made it for me. I felt her hand take mine and move it slowly onto her hip, to which she raised. I rubbed up and down her hip a few strokes and was consumed at this point. I had to feel her lovely ass. I slowly moved my hand back to her ass and was rewarded with a moan as she pushed her ass up higher. My cock filled with blood and at this point was erect like never before. I had forgotten about it until that moment and knew that Sue had to be fully aware of it as well. I looked down just as she moved her leg off of my hard cock and slowly slid her hand over it. I could not help myself as I moaned and thrust my hips up, driving my hard cock into her hand. She tightened her grip around it and started to stroke it through my pants. I leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead; Sue quickly raised her face and pressed her lips into mine. Our tongues were engaged in a dance, one trying to control the other. After making out for a good five minutes Sue pulled back and asked if I could spend the night with her. I thanked the heavens above for blessing me with such a gift and quickly responded yes. With that she slowly moved her hand off my cock, she said she was getting cold and would rather be in a warm bed. I followed her to her room. Once inside she excused herself as she went to the bathroom. I sat in a chair next to the bed, I did not want to be like an over anxious pervert and be on the bed when she returned. When she came out she had removed the sun dress and had a robe on instead. As she approached me she asked if I was sure I wanted to spend the night. I grinned and said, “Sue, I have dreamed of spending the night with you so many times. I am yours.” With that she closed the gap between us and dropped her robe. My mind had not done justice to her beauty; her breasts were large and full with dark brown puffy areolas and hard nipples; they looked swollen and full of milk. Her belly was round and sexy the way it rested. Her pussy was shaved bald, except for a little red strip of sparse hair. She reached her hand out to mine and pulled slightly so I would get up. Once up she kissed me fully again on the lips. She pulled my shirt over my head and quickly undid my belt and zipper. It was as if she was possessed. She tore down my jeans and boxers and I quickly stepped out of them. Her eyes became fixated on my hard cock. She reached down and cupped my balls in one hand and grasped my shaft in the other. She stood there for a few moments like a child with a new toy; she did not know what she wanted to do with it first. I slowly moved toward the bed and pulled down the covers. I gently laid her in the bed and circled to the other side. She pulled the covers down so I could enter. The look in her eyes was that of pure lust. This beautiful woman’s desires and sexual needs had been ignored for way too long. You could feel the desire coming from her. I lowered myself into the bed and moved slightly over her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips into mine. As we kissed I let my hand roam her naked body. Her full heavy breasts, down her lovely belly, and onto her love mound. As I pressed forward I felt her wetness. Her pussy lips were wide open and soaked in anticipation of pleasure. As my fingers explored her depths she pressed her lips further into mine and moaned deeply. The feeling traveled straight to my hard cock, which was pressed deep into Sue’s thigh and hip. I slowly started to press it hard into her, making her press back letting me know just how much she wanted it inside of her. I pulled my face from hers and told her to lie back and relax. I wanted her to enjoy this and not have to worry about doing a thing. She smiled the most genuine smile I had ever seen in my life and laid back. I kissed my lips down her neck, nibbling slightly. She bucked upward with each nibble. I reached up and cupped her left breast and lowered my lips to its nipple. As I engulfed her breast into my mouth she raised her chest to meet me. I gently nuzzled and sucked her breast. As I did so I felt a warm sweet liquid squirt into my mouth. I had not expected her breasts to be producing milk yet, but was pleasantly surprised to find they were. The sensations from her breast had travelled to her pussy, as she was constantly bucking up and down as I milked her with my mouth. I rose up and took the right one in my mouth and emptied it as well. I looked into her eyes and saw a woman in full lust before me. The look on her face was screaming for me to please her, she totally belonged to me at that moment. I kissed quickly on the lips and moved between her legs. I took my time so as not to hurt her. Once she had situated herself I lowered myself down the bed until my face was level with her swollen and wet pussy. I felt her hand brushing the top of my head, attempting to guide it to her most sensitive region. I moved forward and kissed the lips of her pussy. She jolted from the contact and took a deep heavy breath. I slowly began to flick my tongue around her juicy pussy, opening it completely exposing her swollen clit. I took my tongue and started to lick up from her hole to her clit, circle the clit and work my way back down to her hole again. While doing this Sue started to move her hips in the same rhythm I licked her pussy, pushing my head farther into her. After about 5 minutes her quiet moans had turned loader and her moving hips had started to buck my face wildly. I knew she was close to exploding her first orgasm in god knows how long. I slowly moved so I could touch her pussy as I licked it. I circled the hole with my index finger, getting it nice and wet with her juices. I moved my mouth over her clit and applied slight suction to it, she immediately rose up and moaned and I pushed my index finger gently into her hot tight pussy. I could not believe the warmth and how tight she was. Her pussy immediately started to squeeze and suck on my finger. She began to pat me on the back of my head as she was bucking into my face. She started repeatedly saying “Oh god yes, Oh god it feels so good.” My finger by this time was at max depth and her clit felt as if it was going to explode. After just a few seconds Sue pushed the back of my head forcefully into her clit and pressed up screaming “I’m Cummmmmmmmmming” over and over. Wave after wave of orgasms hit her. Her legs started to shake and her pussy was pulsating on my finger. She was trapped in an orgasmic wave for about 30 seconds. I removed my mouth from her clit, giving her some relief and allowing her to calm down. I slowly removed my finger, rolled out from between her legs, and moved up in the bed. I asked her if she was alright, she quickly rolled toward me and said she had not felt this good in years. She laid her head on my chest, still breathing heavily. As she rested she took my extremely hard cock in her hand once again. The feeling was awesome. She slowly started to stroke it, causing me to buck slightly. She looked up at me and told me it was my turn now and moved up on her hands and knees. She slowly kissed her way down my chest and stomach, the whole time never loosening her grip on my cock. Once down to my cock she rose up and looked at it up close, her warm breath teasing it. Without any coaxing she leaned forward and engulfed about half of my cock in her mouth. My cock is not the longest in the world, about 6” erect, but is thick and curves. She slowly started to work her mouth up and down on what she had in there. As she would go down on it she would work a little more into her mouth. After about 4 or 5 strokes I felt her lips wrap around the base of my shaft. She held it there, just inside her throat, and rocked her head back and forth while her tongue worked up and down and all around my shaft. The sensation was unbelievable, in all my years I had never felt a blow job this tremendous. I was in sexual bliss. I laid my head back and enjoyed the sensations Sue was providing me. Without knowing it I placed my hand on top of her head, I was about to explode and I guess she sensed it as she increased her rhythm of sucking me with her mouth. I told her I was about to cum and she looked at me with her eyes saying it all. She wanted to feel me cum in her mouth. I could hold back no longer, I pushed upward to meet her rhythm. She never took her eyes off of me as I felt my cum enter the shaft of my cock and work its way upward. I grabbed a handful of her luscious red hair and pressed upward shooting what felt like a gallon of cum down her throat. I felt her swallow as she was trying to keep up. She pulled back slightly just as the second blast started and I filled her mouth full. She continued to swallow, not losing a drop and never pulling my cock from her mouth. She continued to suck it even as it started to go limp. Once it had stopped pulsing she let it go and moved back up and laid her head on my chest yet again. I was still trying to catch my breath as she giggled at me and asked if I enjoyed myself. I told her it was the best feeling I had ever experienced in my life. She grinned and said I had not felt anything yet. I discovered Sue was a sexual dynamo. She loved sex and had been cut off once her husband had found out she was pregnant. I asked “How long had it been since he had had sex with her?” “I am 6 ½ months pregnant so it has been at least 5 or more months” Sue said in a discussed tone. “What the hell is wrong with him? If you were my wife you would never get any rest.” I said as I rolled her over and kissed her. For the next few minutes we laughed about how stupid her husband was, we kissed, we caught our breath. Sue reached down and grasped my cock once again; she looked up at me and asked if I was going to give her pussy some of it. I do not know if it was the way she asked me or the way she was stroking my cock, but it came right to life. I had never been able to recover that fast before. It normally took a good 15-20 mins before I was ready again. The look on Sue’s face showed how surprised and anxious she was about it. The look in her eyes fueled the fire in my cock; I could not wait to slide it in her hot pussy. She must have been thinking the same thing as she started to pull on me to get between her legs. As I did so she started to move her hips in anticipation. Since she had never let go of my cock as I moved over I let her line it up with her pussy. I pushed forward and felt the head push into her opening. Sue removed her hand and put both of them behind her head. I moved up slightly so I could get more leverage and put her legs so they rested on my chest and shoulders. I thrust forward, slowly sliding my cock into her moist tight hole. The feeling was indescribable, so hot, so tight, every sensory in my cock was being energized. I pushed until my full length was engulfed in her warm pussy. I pulled her legs forward and thrust my cock in and out of her in a slow deep rhythm. With each thrust Sue would let out a deep erotic sigh. Her pussy sucked and milked my hard cock as it pushed in and out of her. We both were caught up in the sensations we were providing each other. Sue started to plead “Fuck me Martin, oh god fuck me harder. “ I increased my pace and the force I was applying. Sue’s response was immediate, her eyes rolled back in her head and her pussy gripped me even harder. The feeling was so intense; I had never felt anything grasp my cock so tight not even some of the younger ladies I had fucked. Sue was grunting and moaning by this time, repeatedly yelling YES. She had lowered her arms and had hold of my waste pulling me into her and controlling the tempo. All of sudden her eyes widened and she started to pull me into her with all her might she repeated yelled for me fuck her. I started to drive it harder into her, but still held back as I did not want to hurt her, but the motion was enough. She erupted in a shower of orgasms, her pussy sprayed everywhere. Her body began to spasm and shake, she continued to groan, grunt, and moan as loudly as she could. The site was more than I could withstand. She knew I was close and started to beg for me to cum in her. She reached up and took me by the face and begged “Fuck me baby, that’s it fuck me deep. Cum in my pussy baby, I want to feel your hot cum all inside me.” I could not hold back any longer. With one last push I exploded into the back of Sue’s hot pregnant pussy. Wave after wave of cum spewed from my cock. I was completely lost in my orgasm. I was shaking as I fell back and to the side, trying to catch my breath. Sue rolled over and started kissing all over me, telling me she had never felt a man cum so hard for so long. Through my deep breaths I told her it was because of her and how great she is. We both took our time to recover, holding each other close. Sue started to cry as her head lay on my chest. I rose up and asked what was wrong. She told me “I have never felt anyone so in tune with me before. You seem to know what I need, when I need it, and give it to me exactly on queue. I do not want to scare you but I could easily fall in love with you. Actually I was already starting to and after what I just experienced I feel I will completely.” She lowered her head, obviously not wanting to see if I was freaking out over her bold statement. I reached down and lifted her head. Her eyes were full of tears and hope, hope that she would hear what she so longed for from me. I smiled at her and replied “Sue I have wanted you since the first day I saw you. I want you to be a part of my life; I want you to be my lover for life.” Sue started to glow. We spent the weekend enjoying each other’s company in and out of the bedroom. We have been together ever since. She gave birth to a beautiful little girl and later a little boy and another beautiful girl. I enjoyed those months of pregnancy sex just as much if not more than when she was not. We had lots of great adventures together swinging and swapping over the years we had together before I lost her in 2019, but those are for other stories

was sent this by a friend I have known him for a while this is what happed one night, we still talk but this could have turned out differently, here is an account in his words. if you do want a straight middle age guy for fun drop me a message. Martin Martin was a guy that I'd become friends with at my local pub. He was about 20 years older than me. He was close to 48, had a great attitude, and I got to know him really well. Has had a lot of friends in the past since his wife passed away in 2019. He was the sort of guy who was permanently single but always seemed to have various girlfriends. He was always on the prowl, looking for another woman to make his slut for the weekend. He would often playfully tease me about my wife. My wife is quite a full figured woman, really big boobs and quite a cute chubby lady. He'd often make comments about how sexy he thought her big tits were and how she must be such a great fuck. One night whilst way too drunk, I told Martin about how my wife sometimes likes to be tied up and blindfolded when we have sex. Her spread out naked on the bed and me pretending to be someone else forcing myself upon her. Martin kept pressuring me to tell him more about my wife's turn ons and other such matters. And like a drunk fool I answered all of his questions in a far too intimate manner. We drank a lot that night and many drinks later I had somehow agreed to sneak Martin into our home the next time my wife asked me to tie her up. We had a laugh about it, he talked about how he would just like to watch. She'd be blindfolded so she'd never know that he was there... He didn't beg, I was that drunk I promised him that I'd let him come over and watch sometime. I really only agreed just to shut him up as I knew that we were both drunk, and this was just drunk talk that had started to get a bit out of hand. I was pretty sure that he was only joking, but I will admit it did sort of turned me on... It was the very next night that my wife and I were at home, on about our 2nd bottle of wine after a takeaway when she asked me to tie her up again. I couldn't help but think of the conversation I had with Martin the night before. I guess the buzz of the wine, and remembering how it was sort of turning me on. It's not something that we do all the time, but it's a sex game that we do play on occasion when she's feeling super slutty. My wife has complete trust in me that I would never take advantage of her when she was in such a vulnerable position. But I let it go too far the other night and I don't know how I can tell her what has really happened. I had tied her securely to the bed and put her blindfold on as we had done so many times before. She loves to be tied to the bed and blindfolded and have me pretend that I am another man fucking her. Once I had tied her, completely naked to the bed...I texted Martin that he needed to get here as soon as possible. He was only down the road at the pub, so he would be here in a couple of minutes. I had left the front door on the latch so that he could come in silently and not alert my wife that anyone else had entered our home. Martin took his shoes off first and then took the rest of his clothes off and laid them on our seat in the corner of the bedroom. From where he was standing he could see my plump wife completely naked, blindfolded and tied spread eagled across our bed. She couldn't move at all, both her wrists and ankles were tied securely to each corner of the bed. He turned and looked at me, My lustful grin must have looked positively demonic. He surveyed my beautiful wife, laying naked and so vulnerable before him. Her legs were spread at an angle that her hairy pussy was fully @@@@@@@, her plump pussy lips ever so slightly open. The sliver of glistening pink moistness just visible beneath her light brown bush was ever so inviting. Her big pillowy boobs lay softly upon her chest, pert pink nipples sitting atop, just begging to be sucked upon. I could see Martin's eyes light up as he admired my wife laid out for him on the bed. She might as well have been served up on a silver platter. His cock was rock hard and solid against his stomach. It was larger than mine and for the first time I worried that my wife could very easily notice the difference between Martin and myself. My concerns however were completely forgotten the moment I watched him move toward my naked and helpless wife. He walked past me and strode confidently towards the side of the bed and squatted down by my wife's side. He leant against the bed and began to gently rub his fingertips across my wife's body. He started with his fingers gliding up her inner thigh, starting at just above her knee and sliding all the way along the side of her pussy and up across her belly towards her boobs. Instantly her body started writhing with pleasure as she felt his touch for the first time. His fingers traced outlines around her breasts and then started tracing circles around her now very perky hard nipples. She moaned in a way that seemed even more aroused than usual. With my wife's boobs in both his hands, Martin silently grinned. I could only stand and tacitly nod my approval as we both knew that we had to be quiet. With one hand still massaging her boobs, he ran his open palm of his other hand across my wife's belly, his fingers tracing a line down towards her bushy mound. His fingers parted her neat bush and his middle finger slid between her pussy lips. He started gently rubbing between her moistening lips and I heard her moan for the first time. Just as his middle fingertip must have found her clitoris. Martin leaned over towards my wife's heaving breast and his tongue darted out and licked her closest nipple. She let out a long "oooohhh" sound as his wet tongue made contact with one of her hard nipples. He began sucking on the nipple as kept fingering her very moist pussy. Her hips occasionally bucking each time he sent her closer to the edge. I could tell just how turned on my wife was by how erect each of her nipples had become. The way she was moaning was more intense than I could ever recall. I was now standing in the doorway of our bedroom watching in awe as a man I barely even knew that well was bringing my wife to orgasm with his fingers and his tongue. I could now see why he was a ladies man. There was a little plop sound as her nipple slipped out from between his lips. Martin quickly changed position as he slipped between her open thighs. He kissed a trail from her inner thigh and up to her pussy. He put the palms of both of his hands midway up her inner thigh and pushed her legs further apart as he leaned his face against her bush. He pushed his face in towards her vagina, the tip of his nose pushing between her moist pussy lips and he took a great big loud sniff. Inhaling my wife's scent and savouring her like a lion on his prey. Martin opened his mouth and his tongue rolled out and began lapping at her pussy. Big long tongue strokes from her asshole all the way up to her clitoris, which sounded like it drove her crazy. Her moaning now considerably louder than I had ever heard and her breathing was very heavy, almost hyperventilating. I stood there gaping, my mouth wide open and I was now absentmindedly rubbing my hard cock through my shorts. I couldn't believe that this was actually happening in front of me. I was certainly turned on by this scene but my arousal was tinged with fear. I started to worry that I hadn't really gone over any ground rules with Martin before I had set this in motion... We didn't even discuss whether he would wear a condom or anything, and we certainly didn't say anything about whether he would cum inside my wife's pussy or not. He started getting up on his knees as he reached down and started stroking his cock to full hardness. He lifted his head from her bush and moved in so his hips were right between her legs and his cock was now pressed between her moist pussy lips. Martin starts rubbing the tip of his knob up and down my wife's pussy slit. She was so moist down there that the tip of his cock slid easily between her labia. Parting her lips as he teased her with his knob. I was looking at his shaft all covered in her pussy juices. Bringing her to a noisy orgasm several times in a very short period. He tilted his face towards me and I shot him a sinister grin. He pointed the tip of his cock at the base of her pussy lips and started pushing it inside her. She sighs... yearning for more. Her pussy was so wet that Martin had no trouble forcing his cock inside my wife's vagina. He reached his arms forward and placed the palms of his hands beneath her armpits to get himself into a better position to force more of his cock inside her. With my wife's legs spread wide apart, Martin was able to force the full length of his hard cock inside her soaking wet pussy. It only took a few gentle strokes. Her hips started bucking each time he pushed his cock deeper inside her. His cock was bigger than mine and his knob easily bottomed out as it pushed hard against her cervix. My wife started moaning as Martin settled into a soft rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her dripping wet pussy. I could see that my wife was biting her bottom lip, her face tensing up as Martin fucked her pussy. He leant his face down and started taking turns sucking on each of my wife's erect nipples as he kept up his rhythm, his hips pumping slow measured strokes into my wife. I could clearly hear the sound of him sucking on my wife's erect nipples. Even over her passionate moaning. Her body writhing in pleasure as Martin plunged his cock in and out of her tight, married pussy. I was completely lost in the moment of watching my wife... She's completely helpless. Totally naked and vulnerable getting fucked by this stranger. Blindfolded and tied naked to the bed whilst another man she mistakenly thinks is her husband is fucking her unprotected pussy. I was totally lost in the moment myself. My beautiful wife is having raw, unprotected sex with another man she doesn't even know and thinks it's me... Martin had started to pick up his pace and he was really pounding her hard now. I had lost count of the amount of times that my wife had cum so far, but I could tell that Martin was building up to a massive climax himself. His ass was pumping up and down faster My wife spoke for the first time when I heard her breathily say into Martin's ear, "You're doing so good, baby. You've never made me feel like this before, Jim." Martin just grunted out as he kept pumping his hard, cock deep into my wife. My heart stopped when I clearly heard my wife whisper into Martin's ear, "I haven't told you yet, Jim... I think that it's time we have another baby. Make sure that you cum inside me, my love." Martin turned his head around and looked at me in a bit of shock, I just had to give him the ok. Nothing else I could really do, it was already well past the point where I could do anything. I wanted to shout out at him to stop but I just stood there, unable to move or say a word. My wife cried out, "Please Jim..! I need to feel you cum inside me!" "I've never felt like this before, babe!" She cooed, "What have you done to me?" Martin did his best to stay silent as he thrust his cock in and out of my wife's pussy. His pace is now starting to become much more rapid. He was pounding her and I could tell that he was about to blow his load inside my wife's pussy at any moment. My wife cried out again, "I want you to cum inside me, Jim. I need you to fill me with your spunk. I want us to make a baby, my love." Martin arched his back and closed his eyes as he thrust inside her one deep and final time. He could barely stifle his groan as I saw his balls tighten and his butt cheeks clench and he pumped a massive load of his hot sperm deep up inside my wife's vagina. My wife started to climax as soon as Martin had started to cum inside her she screamed out loud. I've never seen her lose herself in an orgasm like this before. She let out a cry of ecstasy, of longing and satisfaction and her hips bucked under the weight of Martin's body. He let out a long sigh as he pumped another thick spurt of his potent, hot load inside my wife's fertile pussy. His hips are still moving, still thrusting into my beautiful, trusting wife. Grinding his sperm against her cervix, pushing it all deeper inside her. My God!. What has he done to my wife!. I'm standing there frozen. Struggling to process the magnitude of what has just happened. My wife is trying to catch her breath and she's still moaning. I can't quite make out what she's saying so I move closer. "Oh Jim, that was the most amazing fuck of my life..." my wife panted from behind her blindfold as Martin pushed his cock deeper inside her again. As though he was trying to squeeze the last drops of his cum as deep inside her pussy as he could. "In all the years that we've been married, you've never fucked me like that..." "...and when I told you that I wanted you to cum in my pussy... My God! You were like an animal, my love. The way you were fucking me... I just had to feel you cum inside me, Jim." My blood froze when Martin turned his head around to face me. He had one hand softly squeezing one of my wife's boobs, his thumb flicking her hard nipple. His eyes looked at me, telling me to say something. My wife continued to purr... "You must have been excited Jim, I've never felt you cum like that before. Such a big load my love! I can feel all your sperm sloshing around inside my pussy. Oh God, it feels so good, Jim." Martin continued to softly hump my wife with his semi hard dick. "Don't pull out yet Jim, I want to feel you inside me. I don't want any of your sperm to leak out, my love." She sighs, "I'm so happy, Jim. I've never cum like that before... and so many times! It felt so special and magical, my whole body is still tingling in the most wonderful way. I love you, Jim." Martin looked back at me. I motioned for him that it was time to stop. His hips are still pushing into my wife. Pushing all of his sperm back up inside her pussy, making sure that it really soaks in. I can't believe what he has done, what I let him do. It felt wrong but also right I could never have done that she was well and truly fucked, compared to what I could have given her. I needed to go to my wife. I placed my hand on his shoulder and he pulled out off her. He turned his head around and I nodded, it's ok to him. I was still processing what had happened, then pulled his softened, cum covered cock out of my wife's pussy and a thick stream of sperm started to dribble from between her pussy lips down the crack of her ass. He pulled himself from between her legs and stood up in front of me. Not a word was spoken as he stood there cum dripping off the end of his soft cock. He was ushering me to say something to her... I couldn't look him in the eyes. I just looked down and stared at his limp, cum covered cock. His pubes were covered in pussy juice and cum, and his cock was slick and shiny, coated in my wife's pussy juices and his cum. He turned and walked straight past me, picked up his clothes and started to get changed by the bedroom door. My wife broke the silence, "That was the best fuck of my life, Jim. You were so strong with me, so powerful." She sounded breathless. "Come and lay down next to me, my love. I want you to hold me." I lay down beside my wife and kissed her. She pushed her tongue against mine and began to hungrily return my kiss. I looked back over where Martin was and noticed that he'd slipped out the front door. I went back to kissing my wife, running my hand across her naked body. She was still wearing her blindfold and tied to the bed. I gently rubbed the palms of my hands all over her boobs. My fingers eventually found their way down to my wife's pussy and it was soaking wet and leaking Martin's sperm. "Can you feel how wet my pussy is, my love..." my wife purred. "I can feel your sperm leaking out of my vagina. I can't ever remember you cumming so much inside me!" "I feel amazing, Jim. Thankyou", for the 1st time that evening I spoke, i was still in shock but i was no longer upset she was happy and content, she never knew it was him or what he did, our sex life improved. I still drink with Martin and were still good friends. If the time ever did come she wanted a lover, I would be back asking him without any issues, both him and my wife speak while we're out but I'm definitely sure she doesnt know a thing about him or what went on that night.

The details about me and my life are unimportant. What you need to know is that I've been married to my husband for a little under two years and I loved him so much that I cheated on him to make him happy. We married in our early 20s, just as I was beginning my nursing degree. My husband came to me, eager to start a family right away. After a year of trying to conceive, we made the decision to seek medical help to understand our failing. Several consultations and tests later, we determined that I was quite capable. My gynecologist, in her light-hearted manner, said, "You'd better be careful during your most fertile time even a small amount would do the job." Sadly, my husband wasn't as fortunate. Turns out he had a low sperm count, due to a childhood injury, an unremarkable incident back then, but one that would have lasting impact now that he was desperate to have children. His doctor tried to give us hope, encouraging us to keep trying, but cautioned the chances were low. Each month that I told my husband my period had arrived, I felt so crushed. My heart would go out to him seeing the look of defeat and hearing his dejected sigh at his perceived failing. I was in this with him, our shared desire for a child. The words of a loving and supportive wife were meant to give him hope, to cheer him up. "Next month, Baby." I would say, forcing a hopeful smile. But after six more months of disappointment, it was hard to stay positive. My words of 'next month' encouragement began to ring hollow, even to me. As I entered my second year of nursing and started clinical rotations, I found a passion for pediatrics. The irony of being surrounded by kids but not being able to have my own didn't escape me. The little buggers rarely failed to put a smile on my face, but my heart ached with melancholy for the reminder of what I couldn't have. What broke me was seeing the fatigue of failure wash over my husband, depression had set in. We shared our feelings, and he confessed that he felt useless, less than, because he couldn't provide for us in the way he believed a husband should. This doubt pervaded him and our love making sessions suffered from it. Our time in the bedroom became less frequent and less connected, even when he felt up to it. In frustration one day, he admitted with a defeated sigh, "What's the point if I can't make you pregnant?" I pleaded with him, assuring him that he was more than enough, his love was all I needed. We could shower our affection on nieces and nephews. The lament in his eyes told me what I didn't want to hear he had given up. I admit, this hurt me to my core. His sadness was fraying our emotional connection, dragging us towards a future I didn't want. His lack of interest and desire left me desperate for the emotional pleasure I craved from sex with him. Yes, I too, felt the sting of being unable to conceive, but more than anything I wanted my loving husband back, the one who brought me such joy in all areas of my life, including the tenderness we shared in the bedroom. In all other respects he was a skilled lover, and our time together had taught him how to play my body like a fine instrument. An instrument that wanted to sing and to dance to the thrill of the pleasure he brought me. But that was fading with each new moon. I found myself often wondering what the future would bring, if things didn't change. This need in me, to be fulfilled, was likely the catalyst for the illicit plan taking shape in my subconscious. Truthfully I had never been tempted to stray, he was my world and I never wanted to hurt him by betraying my vows. Trying to divert myself from acting on this plan, we discussed alternatives. Medical insemination was costly. He was not pleased at the mention of a natural donor; the thought of someone else touching me was too painful to consider. Finally we talked of adoption. He was initially against it as he wanted a child of his own. He relented when I eventually persuaded him to at least explore the idea. Unfortunately, we weren't in a financially stable enough position to meet adoption criteria. Months went by with at most a peck on the lips and a cuddle at night, I was determined to have him touch me again to return the man I married to me. This thought of mating with a donor grew inside, fostered in the deep recesses of my mind. I needed solutions to achieve these goals. How does one even do this, have a one night stand with a stranger? I wasn't naïve to the concept, it was just so foreign to me, something I didn't really want. I had only dated one other man, a jerk from high school, before marrying my husband. Furthermore I was a virgin on our wedding night, so my experience with other guys was limited. It started innocently enough searching the web to look for solutions. Maybe there were other couples who faced the same problems. Perhaps they could provide answers. I was too afraid of getting caught to reach out directly, but reading their stories I learned most had been successful. Even friends and family couldn't help; their platitudes of 'Maybe it wasn't meant to be,' added to my frustration, but strengthened my resolve to fix this. Soon enough all my efforts lead back to the same result: a natural donor. It wasn't the path I wanted to take, and certainly not one my husband would entertain. I felt lost, I had no one to discuss my moral dilemma with no one to assist me in making the right decision. Slowly watch the love we shared wither away or sacrifice my vows, giving him the child he so urgently wanted. What other alternatives did I have? How do I do this without getting caught? I couldn't do a hook up app as it required a profile with pictures; the thought of my husband finding out and seeing the pain in his eyes was just not something I could accept. Going to a bar for a one night stand was both risky and gave me the creeps. No, I needed to find a site or community that was discrete, one that would make me feel safe in both choosing a donor and where I could assure no lasting diseases that would betray my infidelity. My mind made up to see this through at least partially. I began rereading the stories from the successful couples, hunting for a site to suit my needs. Part of me hoping I would fail in doing so, part of me dreading success. My thoughts turned analytical, only thinking about the practicalities, not the actual deed. I didn't want a young stranger who would be a jerk or brag to his friends, no I needed someone older, someone who would respect the rules I put in place, and someone who wasn't married. I couldn't live with myself knowing I was destroying someone else's marriage, though I sobered at the realization that I would be tarnishing mine. I eventually found a website dedicated to my needs and criteria. I deliberated on creating an anonymous profile for several weeks before doing it. I weighed the pros and cons and after another frustrating discussion with my husband, I went forward with my plan and placed an ad. Wanted: An older gentleman, must be respectful and discreet for a wife in need. Must not be married, must be virile as I have a fetish and highly aroused by the roleplay of breeding with a stranger, however I will be SAFE during our play time. I felt sick at typing those words but knew it had to be done. I hadn't placed any photos on my profile, and even so it wasn't a day before I was bombarded with notifications. Most were from men my age with rude and derogatory comments about 'how they would fuck me so well I'd leave my husband' or send pics of their dicks with two word responses. No thank you, I said to myself. What they didn't know is I had no interest in their size or skill only that they could produce viable sperm. After another week of weeding through the site's message feature, one did catch my attention. His approach was respectful, explaining he and his late wife had a similar fetish and he missed it. He offered his name as Martin, though I wished he hadn't. Naively, I thought we could keep it clinical. Remaining anonymous would have been easier. Still, I responded, saying my name was Laura, a fake name of course. I told him about myself, some of it real, some not. The exchanged messages flew back and forth between us over the following week. Trading vital information I would need to make a decision. The lie slipped off my typing fingers so easily, telling Martin that I was in a loveless marriage, and needed the excitement and spark of passion. I guess the second part wasn't a full lie. I did want those things, but with my husband. I eventually coaxed out of him that part of the thrill for him was taking another man's wife. Something he'd long fantasized about but had not acted on while still married. His admission gave me pause. I almost deleted our contact. Upon reflection I decided that he'd been respectful to this point and when challenged, didn't deny that it was a morally wicked desire. At least I felt he was being honest with me about it and I couldn't throw stones since I was lying to him about my reasons. Besides, I rationalized, it's not like this was a lasting situation, it was one small moment in my life and then I'd never see him again. He wasn't taking me, he was giving me something my husband couldn't. I couldn't explain it but something just felt right about it, about him, so I asked if he wanted to test the connection in person. He agreed and we made plans to meet at a café, in a neighboring city about 30 miles from my home. I couldn't take the chance that someone would see us together. It hurt to lie to my husband, telling him I was meeting an old friend for a long lunch and I'd be late getting back. He didn't question me, had no reason to, I'd never lied to him about something so monumental before. I was nauseous as he looked at me, fearing that he'd see right through me, but he simply said "Drive careful. See you when I get home from work." Wanting to be discreet and not share a lasting photo, I had told Martin I would be wearing a red cocktail dress with matching heels, my long brunette hair in a single braid and my general description, he had done the same. During the short drive, the knots in my stomach twisted with a mixture of guilt and excitement. When we finally met at a quaint local coffee shop, I was surprised at my first sight of Martin. Of course, I had built a mental image based on his description but he didn't match it. I wouldn't have picked him out of a crowd and thought 'Oh, he's hot.' He wasn't ugly by society's standards either. It was that he didn't fit the mold I had created in my mind. Yet, on a subconscious level, there was something that drew me in, an aura of magnetism that commanded my attention. He reminded me of an aging cowboy from the westerns my parents would make us watch as kids, back before they divorced. He stood a good six inches taller than my 5'6" frame, I felt so small beside him. His broad shoulders and a softening midsection made him reasonably fit for a man of 48, I decided. His salt-and-pepper stubble, short with a stylish cut, gave him a distinguished look. The jeans, which emphasized his nice bottom, and the stylish, well fitted button down shirt added to the cowboy image less the boots or hat. It was his steel blue eyes that attracted me, they had a way of seeing to the very heart of me. I admit the way he looked at me, it excited me and I felt flush. His eyes were warm with a tinge of sadness, but they promised how hungry he was, how much he wanted me. I chuckled to myself, unable to decide if it was that or the month-long drought that made me damp. I watched as his eyes scanned up my body, then settled on my gaze. "My word, Laura, you certainly make a striking image, stunning absolutely stunning." His comments caused a blush to sprout on my cheeks. "And that dress is a wise choice. It suits you." He certainly knew how to make a woman feel desired. I knew I was reasonably attractive, but the way he said it, with that charismatic tone, caused a shiver to run down my spine. We chatted for an hour as the ambience of the café floated around us. His manner was easy and outgoing; he made me feel special and yet respected at the same time. He mentioned being in I.T., and I thought it was a perfect match for him. I laughed with him as he told a story of his kids' folly in building a cardboard boat when they were little. He beamed when he spoke of them, and I could tell how proud he was. I don't know why I did it; this wasn't anonymous nor clinical. He seemed genuine in his interest in me and what I had to say, sure I knew by this point he wanted me, the signs were there, but it's like he just got me. It felt right, so I shared that I was in my second year of nursing school, enjoyed working with kids, and would probably specialize in pediatrics once I got my certification. Time seemed to drift away, like the aroma of coffee surrounding us as we talked. I relaxed, becoming more comfortable by the second. I had worried about meeting a total stranger, so I had created some safeguards back home, setting a check-in time with a girlfriend. But the longer we talked, it became clear they were unnecessary. I picked up my phone and sent a message 'All good.' Somehow I knew I could trust him. He told me of his late wife, that her dying wish was for him to find love again. I could see the sadness misting his eyes as he talked about her. "It's been difficult seeking company after her passing five years ago, but your ad...it spoke to me." Martin shared. "I'm sorry for any awkwardness. I just...this is my first...you know, since losing her. I feel like a teenager on my first date." As he talked about her I thought, 'They had a strong bond.' For the first time since meeting him, he seemed lost for words. "If you're nervous, you have me fooled. You seem so confident, sure of yourself but not in an arrogant way." I said, reaching out and patting his hand in reassurance. Settling back in my chair, "Being in your company...it just feels natural. Like in another life we could be good friends." I shared. However, what I was too afraid to admit was how desired he made me feel, the ravenous way he looked at me, a promise of pleasures he could provide. I was beginning to realize with shame, I may want more from him than just his seed. "Martin, you seem wonderful, like tailor-made for what I'm looking for. I feel like we have a connection. I'm wondering what the catch is. Are you an ax murderer?" I tried to laugh like it was a joke, but internally, I thought 'Fuck, why did I say that? What if he is an axe murderer?' I admonished myself. His eyes flashed with a look of hurt or concern but then softened with his smile. "Makes me feel better, not being the only one that's nervous," he said, picking up his tea and sipping it, then continued. "I feel it too," Martin said, his gaze lingering on me. "It's like finding that perfect outfit. Everything fits just right, and you can't help but be drawn to it. But I didn't want to admit it too early...didn't want to scare you off." Martin stated as he reached his hand out for mine, squeezed it once then let go. Maybe it was foolish of me but his small gesture comforted me, reaffirming my earlier attitude of trust towards him. "If confessions are on the table...I contemplated deleting our messages." I could see the question on his lips and quickly supplied the answer. "Your fantasy. We're both adults, we all have them, but your fetish...taking married wives from their husbands...It scared me." Martin rolled my words around for a bit, his brow furrowing, before he responded. "Despite the negative rep I.T. people have, I tend to be blunt and open with people. I find it best to just get things out there and know where I stand." The whole time he explained this, his eyes never wavered from mine, steady, as if wanting to prove the veracity of his words. "Yes it's a fantasy, having the forbidden is something we've all thought about I suspect. I never acted upon it, but your ad, well," he shrugged "it seemed aligned with tasting that fruit." Martin explained. "Why didn't you delete my message?" His penetrating gaze had me squirming in my seat a little, compelling me to be open with him. "I, uh...told myself that it was because you had been respectful. Didn't try to hide it. But if I'm being honest, it kinda excited me. You must think I'm a horrible person!" I covered my face, my hands hiding me from his judgement and my shame. I heard his chuckle but it wasn't full of scorn "Horrible isn't a word I would use. Nothing wrong with being excited, I think that's what makes it fun. Maybe the risk as well, gets my blood pumping, wouldn't you agree?" He asked as he gently tugged my hands away, revealing my eyes to him. "Yeah, maybe." I offered, my voice low, not wanting to reveal the truth. "Remarkable and more importantly desirable would be the words I would use." The lust I saw confirmed his words for me. "I do have questions, though, before we continue. Why did you insist on an unmarried partner? Wouldn't a married man be less complicated?" his eyes exploring mine, probing for a truth I didn't want to share. "Martin, it's already complicated, yet simple at the same time. Even though I'm betraying my vows, I couldn't live with myself by being the cause of some other woman's pain, knowing her husband had strayed." Stumbling over my next words, I said, "This...it's a one time thing, with you...I...I have a good reason...but it's one I'm not willing to reveal." My eyes pleaded with him not to press for more. He stared back at me for long moments. My fingers tightened around the warm mug of tea in my hand, fear creeping in, thinking he might change his mind. His silence was unbearable, looking deep into my eyes, as if he could sense my hidden agenda. At last, he seemed to accept my answer. I sighed in relief, a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, when he asked, "Where do we go from here then?" my breath caught in my throat as I felt a spark between us. Satisfied, I lowered my voice and continued. "To be clear there are rules; this is new for me and my emotions are all over the place so 'Angel' means STOP, no condoms because I want to feel you finish inside me, but this one is important...no catching feelings." I waited to let my words sink in. "Are you good with those terms?" I asked, imparting my question with confidence I didn't quite feel. His shoulders sagged minutely, and I could hear a note of disappointment in his voice. "Sure, that's fine." I'm sure he felt the chemistry as much as I did, perhaps hoping it might be more than a one time thing. But I had to be strong. "Let's keep touch on the site. When I know my schedule we can plan a night out." As I drove home, I pondered Martin's hug and peck on the cheek when we parted. This exchange between us, a simple act of parting but it conveyed so much. It made me feel safe and treasured, maybe. I hesitated at first, but as his arms engulfed me, his touch was both comforting and powerful, as if he wanted to possess me. Echoing in the back of my mind, his voice, saying he wanted to take me from my husband. I shuddered at that thought whether from fear or lust I couldn't say. I reminded myself that the rules were in place for me too. His fantasy disturbed me on some level. Lately, I had been so lonely that, deep down, I knew if I didn't remain in control, dangerous things could transpire wicked things that maybe I secretly wanted. When I got home, I channeled my guilt into making my husband's favorite meal for dinner. As the pork chops sizzled in the pan and the aromas of fried okra filled the kitchen, my mind drifted back to Martin and our conversation. He wasn't my type at least, not someone I would have been attracted to prior to being married. Yet, there was something about him that I was drawn to. He was 30 years older, taller, and more stocky than my husband. But that deep baritone voice and those eyes a girl could get lost in those eyes. 'Stop that.' I scolded myself. I only needed the blessing of his seed, I shouldn't be thinking such lewd thoughts. I was glad I had changed my mind. Initially, I had been prepared to do the deed right after the meet and greet wanting to get it over with before I chickened out. But with how quickly I felt the connection to Martin, I decided it would be wiser to give it some time, to reconsider my actions. I owed my husband one more cycle, one more chance. Yes, that's what I would do, seduce my husband tonight and hope we can pull off a miracle, saving my vows. That night, my husband was treated like a king. I sat him down to dinner, soft candlelight casting a warm glow across our conversation, and a bottle of wine between us. We made small talk about his day at work. I could see how tired he was in the slump of his shoulders and the mechanical way he ate as his fork clinked against the plate. Bless him for trying. He asked about my day with my old friend. I felt awful as I lied, saying it had been nice to relive the high school days, but we realized we didn't really have anything in common anymore. I didn't think I would be hearing from them again. I wanted it to be true. I wanted my husband to make love to me, to give me his child tonight and make my lies the truth. Finishing the last of his pork chop, I grabbed the wine, "All right you're cut off." I lightly chided him. I stood up and put the bottle of wine away. I heard him clear the dishes from the table and place them in the sink. "Really, and why am I cut off? He asked with curiosity. For my plan to work I had to pull out all the stops. So I wrapped my arms around him, as he rinsed the dishes in the sink, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. "Tonight I'm going to do something special for you, something I don't do often." He turned the water off and questioned, "Why?" "Baby, you work hard for us, and you've been so down in the dumps about the baby thing." He started to protest and I wrapped my hand over his lips to shush him. "I don't want to argue tonight. I want you to make love to me. Since I don't do it often, today is your lucky day. You're getting a blowjob." As he turned around I saw astonishment and a tiny spark of hunger, nothing like what I saw in Martin's eyes but I would take it. "I see someone likes that idea, not so tired anymore?" I teased him with a mischievous smile, grabbing his hands and pulling him away from the sink. I led him to our bedroom, stripping down to nothing as I went, hoping to entice him. I had prepared the room earlier. When he entered he was surprised; the room lit by a few candles, the scent of vanilla wafted through the air. I wanted to reestablish our bond, but with how turned on I'd been all day; I needed him to fuck me, getting his seed inside me, is what I craved more. In the past we shared control over the bedroom, either of us instigating sex when we were in the mood, but after all that transpired with Martin earlier and the dry spell, I practically attacked my husband. I stripped him of his shirt, popping a few buttons free, in my rush to tease his chest with kisses. Feeling his heartbeat just beneath my lips, his familiar scent and taste, added to my growing lust. I trailed my hands down his toned abs, lightly biting his nipple and was rewarded with his mock "Ouch!" I then reached for his belt and whipped it off him with a snap. "What's gotten into you?" he said in surprise and a growing lust filled voice. "You, I hope...before the night is over!" I answered, my voice sultry, smirking at him before lowering his slacks, dragging his boxers with them. I hid my disappointment, as I freed his semi-erect dick, but was determined to fix that. Stepping out of his slacks and boxers, I pushed him backwards so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Let me take care of you, baby. You deserve a reward for taking care of us. My way of saying thank you." leaning over him I pressed my lips to his and felt euphoria as we kissed. Melting into the passion I'd missed and wanted from him now. I lowered myself to my knees in front of him, wrapping my hand around his strengthening shaft. I teased him with the tips of my long hair, dragging it across the sensitive crown, his dick pulsed and grew harder in my hand as I stroked him. Flicking my head back and the hair out of my eyes, I stared up at him over the helmet of his dick, loving the desire I saw in his eyes. "Really." he whispered like he was in a dream. "Mmhmm. Unless you don't want me to." I coyly answered, drawing my head back a little. "Tell me what you want, baby." wetting my lips with the tip of my tongue, teasing him. His response was eager, "Oh...I want...you to use...your mouth." I chuckled to myself at how adorable he could be. Dirty talk was not his forte but I loved him for trying. I could smell his arousal and it drove my desire to please him. I planted small kisses on the head of his dick, inhaling his scent. I ran my tongue along his shaft, paying attention to the ring of flesh just under his helmet, knowing it would drive him crazy. I heard him groan with pleasure and was rewarded with his precum leaking from the tip. Fully hard now, I began stroking his shaft, smearing his fluids around to lubricate my motions. I watched it throb, felt the hot blood rushing through the veins and I could feel my labia filling with blood of its own knowing it would soon be riding this bad boy. Looking up at him again, I opened my lips to let him enter my mouth. There was the look of hunger I had been craving, I knew tonight would be special I was convinced we'd get it done. I was going to do my part to make it happen. It's not that I hated blowjobs, I liked the power of getting my man excited, it was the bleachy taste that I didn't care for. Tonight though, I suppressed those concerns, I wanted him at his peak before I mounted him. My lips slid over his shaft, my tongue caressing as much of it as I could reach. When the head of his dick bumped into the back of my throat, he groaned at me how good it felt, how long it had been. I renewed my efforts, bobbing up and down his shaft as he pumped his hips, losing himself in the rare gift my mouth offered. Lost in my task of pleasing him, minutes had passed before I realized his hands had grabbed the sides of my head, his fingers gripping my hair. I was bewildered by this, he was usually gentle with me, but now he was guiding my head at a faster tempo. His need caused a thrill to spark inside me, igniting an itch in me that needed scratching. I reached down to my clit and rubbed it in a frenzy, chasing an orgasm the excitement of my husband's assertiveness was pulling from me. It was different, but it felt so terribly good to be used, I thought. I became distracted as I gave in to his taking his pleasure from my lips and tongue. Soon his hands held me firm, clinging, like he didn't want me to escape his movements were frenzied and insistent. It wasn't until I felt his dick swelling in my mouth and heard his grunt that I realized my mistake. I tried pulling away, to prevent his release, I had other plans tonight. However his grip held me in place and he wasn't letting go until his dick erupted in my mouth, coating it in a warm salty solution and that acrid taste. "YES!" he bellowed, his semen filling my mouth, something he knew I hated, but at that moment didn't seem to care about. When he finally released my head, I spluttered and spit out his seed, letting it spill on to his deflating dick. "Fuuuck! You were supposed to cum inside me!" I shouted at him in frustration, wiping my saliva and his semen from my lips. "I know, I'm so sorry. It's been so long...felt too good to stop." he sheepishly retorted. "I'm fertile the last night in my cycle for the month." I mumbled at him in dismay. "I'm really sorry, what can I say?" he responded defensively. I rose up from my knees, looking down at his wilted dick, and in a stern voice said "I'm going to brush my teeth and rinse. You'd better get busy making that hard again by the time I get back." and stomped towards the bathroom. I was furious with him for not holding back. Angry with myself for getting distracted by the new experience of him taking control like that. Then I felt ashamed for being mad, it wasn't all his fault, he didn't know the stakes at play why I was desperate for him to get me pregnant tonight. Taking a few deep breaths to settle my emotions, I spat out the mouthwash and returned to the bedroom. As I stepped through the bathroom door, I heard him snoring. He was laying on the bed in the same position I'd left him, passed out. The wine, his release, and exhaustion had conspired to drag him into a deep slumber. "Get up, lazy bones, you've still got a job to do." I teased, trying to wake him. He mumbled something incoherent but didn't stir. A somberness settled over me in that moment a heavy resignation to the cards that fate had dealt me. I returned to the bathroom, getting a warm washcloth to clean him up. "Meant to be, I guess." I murmured with a sigh, rolling my husband over and gently pulling the covers up to his chin. I kissed him goodnight, my lips lingering a moment, yearning for the past. I snuffed out the candlelight and then slipped into bed beside him. Laying my head on his chest, I stared into the inky darkness, the weight of everything pressing down on me. As I tried to sleep, I thought about how cruel life could be everything I wanted was right here, yet it seemed I couldn't have it. My husband was contrite the next morning over breakfast, his eyes downcast as he focused on his eggs. "It's okay, my fault for getting you so excited. We'll try again next month." I offered, my words meant to soften the blow of the guilt I harbored, more than to reassure him. I knew what I had to do but felt reluctant to move forward. I was at a crossroads. The spark we had recaptured didn't last a week before my husband seemed to grow even more gloomy. I put off what I knew was inevitable for another two weeks, throwing my energy into school and immersing myself in the unconditional love of the children at the hospital. Even on their worst days, their optimism was infectious, their laughter a balm to my conflicted heart. It was the week of my next cycle when I finally reached out. True to his character, Martin had not pestered me or asked me when we would meet. He seemed to know the decision would be mine, and would know when I made it. After my husband left for work, I opened the site messages. I know it's a bit presumptuous but can you meet Friday night? I'm ready and I think you are too. Yeah I feel the same. When and where? Friday at 7pm - same place. I'll send an address and room number when I get there. Looking forward to having you. I thought I'd read his message wrong but then tried my best to not let his words excite me. I knew I would have to play the role of a cheating wife, to pretend. But I was unwavering in my goal. To keep it as clinical as possible, let him do his thing, get his seed and move on with my life. For the most part I was successful, but there were times when I caught myself speculating on what it would be like. Friday came all too soon; along with it came a suitcase of panic, guilt, and excitement. Getting dressed I settled on a sheath dress in black simple but sexy. It was less outgoing than my usual attire, as I always wanted to look my best when going out, but I needed to keep it low key to avoid suspicion from my husband. I did give in to one guilty pleasure, styling my usual single braid into a ballerina bun, leaving a few strands to playfully hang down. The elegant structure gave me a sense of control, softened by a hint of carefree abandon. Walking downstairs I made my excuses to my husband. The shame and guilt hidden behind the easy lie that I was headed to a girls night out. That if I got too tipsy I would spend the night with one of them. His hug and kiss were tender, his parting words almost had me confessing my intentions, "Have fun with the girls and be safe." I didn't deserve his love or trust, not with what I was about to do. Yet, I was doing it for him. I didn't want a future without him and this was the only way I could see forward. Later in the hotel, as I was preparing myself to accept a new man between my thighs; the desire, guilt, nervousness and fear of my secret being discovered by my husband hit me hard and gave me pause. Could I really do this? It's not too late to back out, to turn him away at the door? These feelings warred with my body's long denied physical needs and my ultimate desire to give my husband something he wanted so badly that it was destroying our marriage. Startled by the knock, 'Too late,' I thought. My stomach a whirlwind of nervous fluttering, I did my best to compose myself as I opened the door. Martin was there, dressed in a navy blue suit and a brick-red tie that matched the warmth of his charming smile. "Well, hello beautiful," he said in his deep voice. My mouth went dry, and my heart constricted with a final pang of guilt, but I was resolved to do this. Reaching out, I gripped his jacket tightly in my hands "I want this, more than you can imagine. I mean for you to ravish me and fill me with your cum." I said, trying to convince myself as much as him. I had shed my lingering doubts and embraced what was to come. Or so I thought at the time. Stunned by my aggressiveness, he looked at me and then smiled "Easy, tiger, maybe we should close the door first." I watched as his eyes undressed me, and then, nervously blurted "Buckle up, cowboy, it's going to be a bumpy ride." I let go of his jacket and turned from him, as I heard the door shut behind me. With more confidence than I felt, I winked at him from over my shoulder, walking away my hips swayed seductively. I was committed, the role of a cheating wife now mine to play. I needed the seed he could give me, and I was determined to do or say whatever it took to get it. I waited by the bed for him "Unzip me will you? I'm rather warm all of a sudden." As his hands found the zipper at my neck, I flinched a little at his tender touch. He slowly pulled it down, inch by agonizing inch. His breath warm on my skin, spreading goosebumps across my flesh. The new sensations caused a delicious tingle in my pussy. "You smell good." he said as he inhaled the scent of my perfume. I sighed and silently nodded yes. Despite my past reservations, I couldn't deny the effect he had on me. I was simmering with sexual tension and a passion I had not felt in years. The dress parted down my back, the zzz sound echoing in my brain. This was it, I was exposing myself to another man. I was crossing a line I couldn't walk back from, this man was about to put a baby in me, knowing this, the word 'Angel' didn't escape my lips. I felt his hands caress my back, leaving behind prickles of excitement where they touched. Gliding across my ribs, his hands settled on my teardrop shaped breasts. I held my breath in anticipation. His hands were gentle at first, but urgent, engulfing my small breasts. His fingers circling my hardening nipples, through the fabric of my dress, had a similar effect on my lust. "Your breasts are beautiful.”, I secretly thought They're going to get bigger once my child is growing in my belly. I melted hearing his words. I wanted his seed inside me so bad. He let go of my breasts and moved them outwards, towards my shoulders, dragging the collar of my dress with them. Acting on instinct, my breasts arched out, chasing the loss of his warm touch. His intentions became clear and I shrugged my shoulders, allowing him to bare my body. The top of my dress bunching at my waist as it dropped. One hand returned to caress my left breast, thumbing my nipple until it was a firm pebble begging for attention. His other hand returned to the small of my back, he flicked the zipper down, over the swell of my ass, to its end with a snap. I gasped at the unexpected pleasure this brought, so forceful and insistent, I trembled with need. I felt my dress lose the fight with gravity as it slithered past my shapely hips, then down my legs to the floor. What he was doing was torturous. Teasing me with the slow reveal of my body, but it was also so exciting, stoking the flames of my arousal. I heard him groan with approval when he discovered there was nothing left to remove. I was as naked as could be. "Were you a naughty girl? Was your pussy naked while you drove here?" I turned my head, biting my lip and answered "I was. It felt wicked and daring. Do you want me to be your naughty girl?" I wanted the truth of my words to excite him. He responded by embracing me, as I stepped out of my dress. His hands clutched my naked breasts, roughly a painful pleasure I hadn't fathomed I needed. He wasn't trying to hurt me, simply demonstrating that he liked my act of naughtiness. I could feel his chest hair scraping my naked back, as he pulled me tighter to his body and gently bit into my neck. I moaned "mmhmm. Guess you like me, naughty." I felt something else as well. The hard shaft of his warm dick, grinding into the cleft of my ass. My eyes opened wide in shock. I had checked him out at our meeting, and knew it was larger than my husband, it felt larger and thicker. but the errant thought of 'When had he gotten naked?' Focused on the new sensations, and how well he played my body, I realized I was losing time to the decadent pleasures he brought out in me. I think I was whimpering by this point, my simmering had elevated to boiling, my muscles tightened, my breath quickened. Just as I thought I might get the long denied orgasm my body needed, his fingers left my hard nipples. I groaned in frustration, I was now in full breeding mode. I needed him inside me. His warm breath on my ear teased. "Are you wet?" his voice rumbled "Shall we find out?" I was SO wet, I wanted to shout at him. How was he doing this to me? This stranger I barely knew but felt such chemistry with. Was he feeling it too? Not having the confidence yet, I moaned "Please..." almost begging. His hands moved from my breasts, his fingers lightly tracing down my ribs to my belly leaving behind jolts of luxurious pleasure. One of his hands stopped on my belly, moving in small circles, almost lovingly, before resting its warmth there. "Does it make you hot, knowing you'll be cheating on your husband?" he whispered as he nibbled on my ear. Saying this, his hips flexed upward in a gentle but firm motion, making me feel his bar of hard flesh, along the small of my back. I hadn't considered it prior to him questioning me. It wasn't a fetish of mine, I was doing this for Me. But oh boy, when he asked, something splintered in my mind and I responded with enthusiasm, feeling a fresh rush of my juices leak down my thighs in anticipation. "Fuuuuucck! Yes, so hot!" I was trembling with need, mesmerized by this as he had barely started touching me. I wanted to return the favor, lean into his fantasy "Does it turn you on, taking a married woman?" my voice thick as honey with lust. "Knowing my husband is home without a clue. Are you going to take me from my husband? Plant your seed in my forbidden pussy?" I don't know where the words came from but they felt so depraved, so sinfully right. Just speaking such things sent tendrils of pleasure racing throughout my body. My words must have had the desired effect because he thrust his dick more urgently against me. I could feel a fresh trail of his precum trickle down between my cheeks. "Show me how turned on you are, how much you want my cum." His command had me sliding my hand down to my slit, surprising even me at how quick I was to obey and how drenched I was. I toyed with my clit for a brief moment, savoring the currents of pleasure and then slowly teased my lips. Dipping two fingers past my folds, I coated them in my secretions. Scooping it up, my nectar was clear, the thick strands stretched between my fingers as I brought it to his waiting mouth behind me. Spreading my honey across his lips, he moaned in approval, his tongue danced out licking my fingers until satisfied he'd gotten every last bit. "Mmmm, good girl, you taste so sweet. You're fertile right now aren't you?" Shakily I tried to resist answering, but then I gave him a guilty nod and he continued, "You do like it risky don't you? I could always put a condom on." In the silence of my mind I yelled NO CONDOM. My anxiety threatened to dampen my arousal. When he didn't act on his question, my body relaxed, he was teasing me again. I used every ounce of charm I had to seductively say, "Please don't, I need to feel you raw and cum inside me." By this point, my knees were weak, the excitement coursing through me was overwhelming. Thoughts of my vows were tucked deep down and out of sight. My body had been denied this far too long, I needed him inside me. "Martin, I can't stand it any longer. Fuck me!" I begged him. "No..." His denial short circuited my brain, my lips opened and closed but words wouldn't come out. His rejection caught me completely off guard. My fears surged back all my efforts, my broken vows, and nothing to show for it. I trembled, my body betraying the outburst of emotions, as tears threatened to spill. "Not yet. I came straight from work. I need a shower." Martin smiled in a knowing way. "Be a good girl and get on the bed. Play with yourself but don't you dare cum." Relief flooded through me, I was so thankful, I obeyed his command instantly. I wasn't a natural submissive, but at that moment I would have done anything he said to have him inside me. I climbed on the bed, turning over on my back and resting my head against the pillows. The coolness of the crisp sheets contrasted with the heat of my body. I gently teased my pussy, following his directive. I almost gave in to temptation, I had been so close, it wouldn't take much to send me over the edge. However I held back, I couldn't define why, but I didn't want to disappoint him. He moved to the bathroom, and I heard the shower turn on. An excruciating 10 mins followed, I was definitely a hot mess. Waiting for his return, I reflected on everything that happened in the last half hour. I was amazed at the speed he had my motor purring. Naively, I clung to the rationalization that I had expected less passion. That this would be more mechanical in nature, something I had to do but would suppress my pleasure. How wrong I was, my roleplay was quickly turning to reality. With simple acts and a few choice words, Martin had my body buzzing. The sexual energy building within me was like a live electrical wire I was ready to snap, crackle and pop. I heard the shower turn off then a bit of silence, as I obeyed his instructions and played with my clit. I didn't know it at the time but he was leaving me a gift at that very moment, one I would treasure almost as much as the salvation of my marriage, his seed would provide. He emerged from the shower, standing in the doorway. I was shocked at how hard he was, both pleased that I could turn him on that much and afraid of how imposing it looked. His dick, no...his cock was not massive like I said, larger than my husband, I just needed him inside me raw my pussy was now like a river. He was certainly larger than my husband. I measured it with my eyes and thought it was 6" and thick and curved like a banana. I was sure it would hit my spot. I was glued to its hard shape as it stood solid and close to his body, the blood pumping through its veined surface evidence of his lust. He must have seen the equal measure of fear and arousal in my eyes, "Don't worry, I'll take it nice and slow...this time." with a cheeky grin. 'First time...' I had this brief thought before his commanding tone interrupted my reverie. "Stop touching yourself." He was now standing next to the bed, so close I could touch him. He was stroking his hard cock, forcing seminal fluid to bubble to the surface of his fat knob. I watched as it gathered, beading on the tip and threatened to drip onto the bed. My mouth watered and I found myself wanting to catch it with my tongue to taste him. I stopped short of acting on that thought. What was wrong with me, cum tasted nasty! I didn't want that in my mouth did I? He pulled away from me, removing the temptation. "I'll bet you're dripping. Do you want this?" he said, waving his cock in my direction. I bit my bottom lip as I looked at him and slowly nodded my head. "Be naughty for me, spread your legs wide. Show me how much you want it." I stared at him, moaning through quivering lips. I grabbed the back of my knees and pulled them towards the headboard behind me, making a presentation of revealing my pussy to him. It felt like I was baring my soul to this stranger, the only other man to have seen it. But deep down; I wanted him to see it, to know that I was dripping for him, eager to have him mount me, to be inside of me, to fuck and breed me. The bed shifted with his weight, as he maneuvered to face me. His hungry eyes never wavered from the lust he saw in mine, as he lowered his head to my pussy. Anticipating what his tongue would feel like, I longed for him to bury it inside me. Again he stopped short, planting little kisses on my thighs. Taunting me as his raspy tongue swiped liquid fire along the creases where my hips merged with my thighs. He was driving me crazy with desire, I was teetering on the edge of a melt down and then he backed off. "Damn it Martin! Stop teasing me. Please, I need it." I whimpered at him. But he waited, letting my arousal simmer. I was so frustrated with him, I tried bucking my hips at him, seeking to get his tongue, his cock, anything inside of me. I was so close to finalizing this wicked plan of mine. With a cocky grin he sternly said "Not yet. Be a good girl and wait." I groaned my disapproval but obeyed. Here I thought that I was playing the role of a wanton seducer and yet somehow he knew what I needed better than I did. After he felt I was ready, he walked up the bed on his knees and settled his hips against my mound. He replaced my hands with his, holding my legs for support and nestled his cock between my pussy lips. He sawed his thick cock between my wet folds. His motions imitated fucking me, coating his cock with my juices, but he didn't let it enter my slit. His flared knob bumped against my clit, delivering bolts of pure pleasure directly to my brain. At first he was gentle but he became rougher, grinding harder into me. The friction was deliciously sinful and I was soon on the crest of what I knew would be a big one. "Please put it in me. Before I cum" I whined at him. He ignored me and kept up the tempo and pressure, it went on for what seemed forever and then he stopped again. Bastard I thought to myself I was so close. A flash of irritation danced within my eyes, my lust cooling slightly, enough so that I considered kicking him out of the room. Then it clicked he wasn't being cruel, his actions were a kindness; pushing my limits of excitement, wanting me at my peak, well lubricated when he took me with his hard cock. As if sensing my thoughts, knowing something I didn't. "You're holding back. Tell me what you need!" he growled at me. He was patient, waiting, as I turned his statement over in my mind, I knew he was right. Some vestige of the faithful wife was desperately trying to deny my orgasm, wanting to save some shred of dignity, saving something for my loving husband. I'm not sure why I thought that I could receive Martin's seed and yet allow only my husband to give me an orgasm. He watched me struggle with my inner conflict, waiting for my resolution and acceptance. I had been horny and on edge for close to an hour at this point he knew and now I knew the sacrifice needed. So when his cock finally parted the folds of my pussy with its fathead, his hot flesh searing the nerves around my entrance, pushing me beyond my wildest imaginations I let go. I let everything fall away as I screamed "OOOhhhh my gahhd, yessss! I need you to take my married pussy! Fill me with your cum and BREED ME!" The orgasm that followed my treacherous words ripped through me like a car crash at high speed, bouncing off every nerve in my body. My muscles contracted, my back arched off the bed and the 1st time ever I squirted, my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I must have blacked out. When I returned to the living, I could feel the sheets clenched in my fingers. My eyes fluttered open and I said, "Oh fuck. That was...I came so hard." I couldn't believe nor describe how good it felt after having gone so long without. I noticed he hadn't moved, he waited for me to catch my breath. His fat knob resting on the other side of my stretched and convulsing entrance, enjoying the contractions of my post orgasm. "Welcome back." he chuckled playfully "Now that we know what you need, let's plant my seed in your womb." He leaned against my legs, my heels rested along his shoulders, pressing them against my breasts as he hovered above me. He pushed his cock forward, slowly at first, struggling to fully enter me. "Damn, feels like a vice, a soft buttery one, but fuck." Grunting as he forced my inner walls to accept his cock. "Ugh, oof. Wait...slow down. Give me a minute to adjust." I rasped at him, pressing my hands against his chest as I tried to breathe. Short shallow gasps escaped as I grew accustomed to My throbbing hole and his girth. I could tell he fought his primal need to drive deeper into me, but he eventually paused his invasion. During the brief respite, I enjoyed some amount of pride in that he was pleased by my tight pussy, that I could drive him crazy with the need to be deep inside me. Then my mind focused on his veiny shaft, which pulsed within me and sent tingles radiating up my canal and out in waves of pleasure. Satisfied he had waited long enough, Martin pushed deeper into me and he built to a steady rhythm of plunging in and out of my wet pussy. My mind was blown by the new sensations he caused. He was reaching places that had never been touched and I was ashamed at how much I wanted to be touched like that, repeatedly. Claiming me the way my husband would never be able to, I felt guiltily and slutty with this new cock inside me. The friction of his thrusts rubbed me the right way and I let him know it. "Ahhh, fuck It feels so different." It was painful, but a delicious pain and I wanted more. "Bigger than your husband then?" Martin huffed above me. Not mocking, stating a fact we both knew to be true. Without thinking of how it diminished my husband, I nodded my head with excited vigor, "Mmmhmm and...uhng...thicker." My admission seemed to please him, causing an urgency in his thrusting "Are you my good girl?" OMG I wanted more, I marveled. His words fed my desire to feel all of him and I bucked my hips against him. "Fuck yes, Martin! Please...I want it all." I groaned at him as he drove into me, his cock kissing my cervix and his cum filled balls smashing against my ass. WTF, why did I want to call him daddy? I didn't even use that word with my husband. Ironically I guess it was appropriate since he was going to father my child. Those thoughts drifted from my brain, like it or not our dirty talk and his deep strokes had me working towards my next explosive orgasm. "Damn, you feel wonderful wrapped around my cock." he panted as he continued to grind into my pussy. 'Fuck yes' I beamed with pride but silently just thrust back and him. "You like this don't you, cheating? Been needing this for a while haven't you?" His voice had an edge to it, like he wanted to say more but held back. His pace slowed to a more gentle rhythm as he asked, "Sure you want this to be a one time thing?" He pulled out of me at a slow pace, grabbed his shaft and flicked his head over my clit, making me feel the texture of his cock and then jammed it back inside with a hard thrust to punctuate his question. His questions were probing again, trying to learn my secret, but even in my lust-addled mind, I lied. "I can't help it, just the fantasy of being pregnant with another man's child when my husband doesn't suspect it. It turns me on, it's so taboo and makes me wet and feel so wicked." It wasn't true of course, but I was hoping it would fuel his fantasy to provide the seed I wanted. "I love feeling hot cum splashing against my cervix. Knowing, even on birth control, there's still a risk it could happen." I moaned as he pushed into me harder, and his pace quickened. Something about saying the lies out loud lit a fuse inside me "Now be a good daddy. Fuck me hard and fast. Put a baby in my womb." I shouted out the last of that because damn if my own half-truths hadn't brought me to the edge of divine pleasure only needing his warm seed to push me over the edge. I could tell he was getting close too; his movements were getting faster, his cock hammering into my pussy roughly. Normally I like it gentle and tender, but with the cocktail of emotions swirling around in my head, it didn't matter. I wanted him to use me, to use my body for his pleasure, I'd deal with the consequences later. I was shrieking my need by the time he was ready. "Laura, are you ready?" he brought his head within inches of mine, staring into my eyes, his cock banging away mercilessly. His manly scent, a combination of sexual sweat and cologne increased my desire to please him. "Give it to me daddy." I whimpered, grabbing my breasts and tweaking my nipples for that extra bit of pleasure. "Give you what, Laura? Tell me again what you need," he huffed, trying hard to contain his release. "Breed me Martin. Make me a MOMMY." I loudly begged him, my pussy stroking his cock with each of his labored thrusts. Doing its best to milk the seed I craved. "Cum in my married pussy. I want to feel your child growing in my womb." He groaned, "Good girl." savagely thrusting inside me to the hilt "Oh fuck, I'm cumming. Take my seed." he roared his eruption, growling in a primal fury as he locked eyes with me. "I want it...ohhh, Fuucck, YES!" I wailed as I felt his powerful streams of cum detonate against my cervix, his seed pulsed within me and bathed my pussy. My own orgasm rocketed through me with such ferocity that I white stars seared my vision and then faded to black once more. When I opened my eyes, Martin was resting on top of me, his head buried in my neck. My arms wrapped around his chest as we caught our breath and basked in the euphoria of our sexual union. As the fog of lust was lifting from me, I heard him mumble something so faint, I wasn't sure I heard him correctly "One day...I want all of you." It must have been ages since he'd been with a woman, I thought, there's so much of it. As my senses returned to me, I could feel his thick cum leak out from around his still semi-hard cock, as if it didn't want to release its claim on my abused pussy. With the warm afterglow of serotonin pumping through my veins, I have to be pregnant, I lazily thought, if not then all of this was for... Then reality hit, and the tears started sliding down my face, tears of hopeful joy for sure, but also some of regret. When he felt them, his expression softened as he lifted his head, his eyes searching mine. "Breathe. You're gonna be okay." he said tenderly, and kissed my forehead. It wasn't until that moment that several truths became clear to me. We had coupled for several hours, yet he hadn't gone down on me, hadn't worshipped my breasts with his tongue, nor had he tried to kiss me. I hadn't told him he couldn't do those things but it was like he knew it was a line we shouldn't cross as a final gesture of respect. I had hinted earlier he could have stayed for more, thinking more attempts better odds. I could see the struggle within him, of wanting to take me up on that offer. Instead, he lifted off of me, placed a pillow under my hips and then covered my nakedness with a sheet. He went to the bathroom and I watched through the open door as he cleaned himself. Gathering his clothes from the floor, he dressed while smiling down at me. Martin walked over to the door, turned and simply said "I'm glad we met Laura. Be safe on the way home." Then he left my life never to be seen again. My tears had turned into sobs once the door clicked shut. The guilt, remorse, the knowledge I had been unfaithful and it had been the best sex I had ever experienced. My broken vows and the knowledge I had enjoyed it, shattered me. I cried until there were no more tears left. Even in my distressed state I kept my hips elevated, I wasn't wasting this opportunity. I hoped this worked, because I knew I couldn't do it again. Even though the temptation was too strong, it would break me emotionally. As I laid there hoping his sperm would do its job and find my egg, I collected myself and wondered how I could face my husband after what I'd done? How could I lie to him and say the child was his? If he ever found out how could I tell him I did it because I loved him so much. That I had cheated so that he could have the child he always wanted. So that I could have the man I loved returned to me. With great sadness, I knew the one person who could help me answer these questions was the one person I could never tell. I had meant to get up and return home, but I was so exhausted from the physical pounding my body had taken and the emotional stress. Instead, I curled into a fetal position and passed out. The next morning I woke to shafts of sunlight piercing the gaps in the curtains. I got out of bed to clean up and take a shower. I almost started crying all over again when I found the note Martin had placed on the bathroom sink. He had written it on the back of one of his business cards. It dawned on me he had left it prior to mating with me. I wanted to take this moment to say thank you. You've awakened in me feelings that have lain dormant since the passing of my wife. You've shown me that I do want to learn to love again. To get out there and find, if not you, then someone to share it with: I hope the seed I've planted will bring you and your husband all the joy you deserve. - Martin His final act of kindness lingered with me, a comforting presence on the long, quiet trip home. It made sense to me now; he had known what I was doing. Here I was wanting something from him and yet I had given him something in exchange. It made me feel a little better. I cant thank you enough, we were successful. I learned a few weeks later I was pregnant and my husband was overjoyed that we had beaten the odds. If only he knew that I had rigged the game. Would he feel the same? Nine months later we had a little baby boy. We named him after my husband, but I insisted his middle name would be Martin. It was another secret I kept from my husband, my silent thank you to the man that had saved my marriage.

This is real it happened in about the 2000`s, it was a very memorable time. I sat in the living room trying to watch the television, but once again, my parents were having yet another heated discussion in the kitchen. My father was off on another business trip, which he had to do to earn money, but it annoyed my stepmother a lot, because she was hoping to spend some quality time with him that weekend. As I learnt later, that was actually code for she wanted to have sex, because she really wanted a baby. Lizzie, my stepmother, had never had a child herself, her first marriage ended before they managed it, and then being married to my father hadn't gone as she hoped because, despite the fact he was in his late forties and she was in her early-thirties which shouldn't have been a problem, my father wasn't exactly keen to become a dad again. I guess they should have talked about that before they got married, but they were in love, and eager to spend their lives together. Anyway, after yet another small argument about it, my father left on his trip, and my unhappy stepmother headed out into the garden, to sit and drink in the sunshine. The next day, I went out to meet friends and didn't return home until late afternoon, and as I walked in, my stepmother was nowhere to be seen. Curiously I called out to her, wondering where she was, and then she called back to me. "Hey Martin! I'm upstairs! Are you all by yourself?" she asked back. "Um. Yeah?!" I replied back, not sure why she needed to know that. "Good. There's something I want to talk to you about, so have a seat on the sofa, and I'll be right down!" Lizzie then said keenly. So, kind of curious to find out what it was, I sat on the big blue sofa in the living room, and waited for my stepmother to come and join me. A few moments later, Lizzie then came down the stairs, and dressed in her big white fluffy dressing gown, with her short blonde hair that stopped around her slim cheeks in a bob, she sat down beside me on the sofa. Now, I curiously stared at my stepmother, because it was the middle of the afternoon, and Lizzie didn't usually wander around the house in her dressing gown this early in the day, so I was wondering why she was. Then she said to me "Martin. There's something really important I need to ask you?" "Okay." I replied back. "You know I've been trying to persuade your father to get me pregnant? Because I've always wanted a baby, and dreamed of having the perfect little family! All of us together, right?" she then asked. "Yeah. I know you would like that." I replied back wondering where this was going. "Well, you probably know too, he's not exactly been on board with the idea?" she then asked. "I was aware, he wasn't keen to become a father again." I replied back after all I was like late 19 early 20`s at the time she would have been mid 46 at the time and near to the menopause a point where she was unable to produce any more. "Well, that got me thinking, how could I get pregnant without his contribution, but still... keep it in the family?" she then said, before she stared firmly at me. I stared back at her at first looking slightly confused, and then after a moment, I realised what she was talking about, and quickly replied in disbelief "You gotta be kidding me, right?" "Why not?" she asked back eagerly, before adding "You have your father's DNA in you, so, it would just be like passing it on to me, no different if he did it himself! Please Martin im desperate, it would be our little secret, please im begging you" "Yeah, but... he would literally kill me, if he ever found out!" I replied back worriedly. "But he won't! He's away right now, not back till Tuesday, isn't he? So, he'll never know!" retorted this beautiful hot woman sat next to me. Her logic was fairly sound, but still, getting Her pregnant while my father was still not keen on the idea did seem a little troublesome but my hormones were doing the talking. I definitely wasn't thinking straight. "Please! It's the most obvious way, and you'll be doing me a great favour!" Lizzie then said, pleading with me. I could see how desperate she was getting, and part of me did want to help her, but, my main worry was still what if my father found out, so, I finally replied back "I'm sorry, but I really don't think this is a good idea. Unfortunately I can't deal with the fallout with Dad" "Are you sure?" she asked back in a really broken voice. Lizzie then began undoing the strap on the front of her dressing gown, and once she had unknotted it, she pulled her gown open, revealing hot naked body. Now, I had seen her in her sheer nighty a few times, so I knew she had a nice fit body, but I had never seen her naked, until now. Her boobs were incredible, Just right, not big and not small, they were almost perfectly round, pale, with a firm pink nipple on each one that was just begging to be sucked. Her stomach was flat and toned, she liked to keep fit, and her pussy was perfectly bald shaved, almost as smooth as silk. I instantly felt my cock twitch to life in my jeans, as I stared down at her hot naked body, before she asked seductively "Are you sure, you don't want to help me?," now almost teasing me knowing I wouldn't be able to resist. I looked again at her hot wonderful body, and every thought in my head was screaming for me to jump on that thing and go to town on it, just plough it like there's no tomorrow, but then I remembered my father, and how much he would kill me if he ever found out, and reluctantly I cried out "No! I can't! I just can't!" I then leapt up from the sofa, and dashed up the stairs to my room, and once I was safely inside it, I then made my way into my bathroom. Yes, we had shower room in all 3 rooms for a cold, lust killing shower. Many minutes later, after the cold chilly water had done its work, I stepped out of my bathroom feeling refreshed and relaxed, and ready to move on with my day. However, as I walked back into my bedroom, in just my towel, I stopped in my tracks when I saw my stepmother, lying in my bed, looking back at me. Before I could say anything, she eased the duvet down, to reveal her lovely big bare tits again, and then said "Come on Martin! Don't you want to touch these?" She then began to cup her huge soft boobs, and gently fondle them, and once again, I felt my cock begin to stir under my towel. Then she said, looking at me lustfully "Don't you want to touch my naked body?" She then threw back the duvet, revealing she was completely naked, as she lay in my bed, and I stared in amazement at her whole naked mature body again. "Just come over here and join me! You won't regret it!" she then said with a smile, opening her legs a little, to show off her bald pink pussy her hole was glistening wet and inviting. Once again, I was torn between wanting to dive on her and give her what she wanted, or run away and stay loyal to my father, and after thinking it over again, I finally cried out "I can't! I'm sorry! " I then turned and dashed for the door, before quickly I opened it, and ran out into the corridor looking for somewhere safe to hide, until she had calmed down about this whole thing. A while later, having hid quietly in the spare bedroom for a bit, I returned to my room to find that she had thankfully left it, and I could get dressed again. After I had, I decided to go get something to eat, I made my way downstairs, and cautiously stepped through the living room, but, to my relief, my stepmother wasn't anywhere to be seen, so I continued on, and made my way into the kitchen. Stepping into the kitchen, I found Lizzie wasn't in here either, so I finally relaxed, believing maybe she had given up and gone out or something, and then began to make myself something to eat. Now I'm not a great cook, so I just threw some pasta into some boiling water, and started to heat up some sauce, and as I relaxed, I stared at my phone. However, what I didn't know was, my horny stepmother was waiting for me, like a predator waiting for its prey. As I stood by the kitchen cupboards, occasionally checking on my food, one of the lower cupboard doors slowly, quietly opened, and Lizzie, still completely naked, crawled out towards me. Then crouching in front of me, as I was watching some clips on my phone, she reached up and began to gently pull my jogging bottoms down. However, I finally noticed what was going on, and gave out a cry of surprise on seeing her knelt in front of me, before quickly I stepped back from her. As I did, she exclaimed desperately "No! Don't go! I just want your cum!" But I swiftly turned and walked off, and then hid in my father's office for a bit, hoping she would just give up and leave me alone. A little while later, when things seemed quiet again, I was still hungry, so I decided to order a pizza this time, and when it finally came, I quickly dashed to the door, took it from the delivery driver, and then hurried to the dining room. We only used the dining room for special family meals, so it was the perfect place to eat in peace, and Lizzie would never think to find me in there, I hoped. So I settled down in the far seat at the big polished table, facing the door, so I could spot her if she tried to come in, and happily began munching on my meat feast pizza. The food was hot and tasty, and as I filled my belly, I began to relax again and dozed off. Something warm and wet clamped around my genitals suddenly, and I instantly cried out in surprise as I awoke from my pizza fueled nap. Then leaning back to see what was going on under the table, I saw Lizzie, on her hands and knees between my legs, with her mouth, clamped around my now hardening cock. She had crept into the room while I was in my food induced slumber, pulled down the front of my jogging bottoms, and now had my cock and balls in her warm wet mouth. As I stared down at her in shock, she began sucking on my cock, and her mouth swiftly moved back and forth, fondling my balls. I then groaned in pleasure, because it felt so nice, before she continued to do it, with more pressure now to get me hard. Now obviously with her mouth clamped around my cock, I couldn't run away, and she knew that, which is why she had done it, so all I could do was moan and groan in delight, as she bobbed her blonde head up and down, desperate to get me hard as quickly as possible. Well it didn't take long, and within a minute, I was growing fast in her warm wet mouth, and as I did, she released my balls, and continued to suck on my now solid cock. I then groaned some more, as her lips slid up and down my shaft, sucking and slobbering all over my cock, until I was fully hard. My cock now erect and hard in my stepmother's mouth, she continued to slide her lips back and forth along it, clearly enjoying sucking on my dick and as she did, I groaned in pleasure some more. I was now caught in her trap, my resistance had failed, and as she continued to suck on my cock, I almost hoped she wouldn't stop. However, after sucking and licking me a little longer, she finally pulled her lips off my cock, and looked up at me and grinned. "I'm going to fuck you until you cum! You are going to give me a baby, even if it takes all night!" she then said. I couldn't resist her anymore. With my dick now hard and ready to go, she had broken me and I was ready to do whatever she wanted, so, as she stood up in front of me, completely naked, I just sat there, ready for her to ride me. Lizzie then stepped closer to me, before she straddled my legs, positioned her bald pink pussy over my cock, and then, with a massive grin, lowered herself onto it. Her pussy then touched down on my cockhead, before her little lips eased open, and she sunk onto my rock hard cock. "Oh, fuck yes!" she then shouted in delight, as her moist pussy slid down my firm dick, taking all of it inside of her. I groaned in delight too, because her pussy felt so warm and wet around my hard length, before she then sat in my lap for a moment, my cock now buried deep inside her. After a moment to savour the feeling, Lizzie then lifted up and dropped back down, sinking firmly onto my cock again, and as soon as she did, she moaned in pleasure again. My stepmother then did it again, and again, and rapidly she started to ride me. "Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! Thats is Martin fuck me" she shouted , as she rose and fell on top of me. Sinking her now soaking wet hole repeatedly onto my dick, all I could think was, oh my god, my stepmothers fucking me, my stepmothers fucking me! And it was both extremely exciting, and absolutely terrifying at the same time, but the more she rode me, the more I didn't want it to stop. She kept bouncing up and down in my lap, eager to fuck me and have Me fill her with my baby making goo, and I was enjoying it so much, I was willing to give her it. We both then groaned in pleasure again, as she slid her warm wet pussy up and down my hard length again, and I then slid my hands onto her lovely round rear, to hold onto her more. "Oh god Martin, your cock feels so good in me! Please, give me a baby! Please give me a baby! Fill mommy with your cum" she moaned, as she continued to bounce on top of me some more. As I already said, I was now almost at the point of no return, because she was riding my dick so well, but I wasn't ready yet to blow my load, so, as she rose and fell on me some more, she pulled my head towards her, and stuffed my face into her big soft tits. "Suck my tits Martin! I know you want to! Suck my tits, and cum in my pussy! Suck my tits, and cum in my pussy!" She was very vocal, probably the loudest woman I've ever been with. I quickly clamped my mouth around one of her big pink nipples, as it jiggled about in front of me, and I began sucking on it excitedly, and my stepmother moaned louder in pleasure as I did. "Oh yes! Yes! Suck my boobies! Suck your mommy's boobies! Suck them! Suck them!" she cried out, as she continued to ride me. This was beginning to feel like heaven, I was sucking on my stepmother's huge tits, while she was riding my cock, hungry for me to cum, and it was all thanks to my father, who didn't want to do this himself. I was now totally on my stepmother's side, and eager to help her, so, I kept sucking on her lovely large boobs, and then, began thrusting my hard length up into Lizzie's wonderful wet pussy. My stepmother instantly groaned louder in delight, as she felt my hard cock pushing up into her, as she sunk down onto it, before she looked down at me and said with a look of sheer lust "Yes baby! Yes! Fuck me Martin! Fuck me! I want your baby! I want your baby!" I gripped her soft round butt cheeks tighter, and then began pumping up into her harder and harder, and Lizzie moaned excitedly, as she continued to ride me too. We were now fucking each other hard, on that dining room chair, and it felt wonderful, as her hot naked body rose and fell on me some more, while I continued to suck on her boobs, and thrust my dick up into her. "Oh yeah! Oh god yeah! Oh god yeah!" she moaned again. Our fucking was relentless and exciting, and I have to admit, it was turning into one of the best fucks I had ever had, and was now enjoying the moment, I pumped her as hard as I could. My excitement then took over, and in one swift movement, I lifted us both up into the air, until I stood up right, with my stepmother sat in my arms, and fully impaled on my firm dick. "Oh yes!" she then groaned in pleasure, loving the feeling of my full erection buried deep in her wonderful mature pussy. Lizzie then wrapped her arms and legs around me, to hold on, before I then continued, and began thrusting hard up into her pussy, and as soon as I did, she began crying out in delight again. "Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she then exclaimed excitedly, as she clung to me, while I bounced her on my cock impaled deep inside her. Fucking my horny stepmother like that was so exciting, and I loved having her hot naked body in my arms, as I pumped my hard cock up into her, because it felt so good to feel her big soft tits, brushing against my chest. "Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Keep going! Keep going! I love it! I love it!" Lizzie then exclaimed, as I did just that. I quickly lifted and dropped her onto my cock, while thrusting it up into her at the same time, and in doing so, she was getting every inch of my hard length, inside of her. "Oh god! Oh god! You're fucking me so good! Don't stop! Don't stop!" she then cried. So I continued, and fucked my stepmother wildly, right there in the dining room, where we had our big family meals. However, after a while, I began to get tired of holding her. She was slim and fit, but still weighed a bit, so eventually, I stepped towards the big polished table, and then sat her butt down on it. As soon as her soft rear touched down on that smooth clean wood, she let go of me, and laid back across the surface. "Fuck me until you cum Martin! I want your cum! Give me your cum! Put a baby in me" she then said desperately. So, I held onto her hips, and then started to thrust into her again, and as my hard cock slid in and out of her pussy, she moaned in pleasure again. "Oh yes! Oh yes! That's it! That's it!" she exclaimed in delight, as we continued on fucking. Once again, I pumped my cock into my stepmother, and as I fucked her mature cunt, she laid on her back groaning in pleasure some more. "Yes! Yes! Keep fucking me Martin! Keep fucking me! I want your baby! Give me a baby!" she said eagerly, encouraging me on. I continued to thrust into her, pounding her wet warm pussy, and as I slid in and out of her pink little lips, she lifted her slim fit legs up into the air, and then pulled them back over her head. Lizzie now lay on the dining room table, folded over in two, and as I continued to fuck her, I placed my hands on the back of her thighs, and began pumping into her harder. "Oh shit yes! Oh yes! That's it! Harder! Harder! You naughty boy" my stepmother exclaimed in pleasure, as I sunk deeper into her pussy. My length slid almost all of the way inside of her, and my balls smacked against her arse as it did, my stepmother cried out louder in delight, loving what I was doing to her. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy! Oh god, fuck my pussy!" she exclaimed excitedly. I kept going, pumping her hard and fast, and enjoying fucking my stepmother like that, but as I kept sliding rapidly in and out of her, I finally started to feel that familiar feeling growing. "I'm going to cum!" I exclaimed. "Yes! Yes! Give me your cum! Give me your cum!" cried Lizzie back. Thrusting relentlessly into her, I sunk my hard cock again and again into her cunt, eager to give her what she wanted, and my excitement grew faster as I did. As I continued to hammer her pussy, Lizzie stared up at me through her open legs, and cried out in excited joy as she did, and with her moans of pleasure ringing in my ears, I felt my balls begin to tighten. I plunged into my stepmother several more times, until finally, I sunk in once more into her, and then exploded. "OH, SHIT YEAH!" I cried out with a roar, as I began spurting my load deep into my stepmother's unprotected fertile pussy. My warm wet cum blasted into Lizzie's cunt, and as soon as she felt my goo filling her up, she cried out in excitement too. "OH YES! YES! YES!, that's it you naughty boy put a baby in me" she exclaimed in delight, as I pumped my cum into her. Still holding onto her thighs tightly, I stayed deep in her pussy as I filled it with my baby making seed, and for several wonderful seconds, I unloaded everything I had into her. It felt like I was pumping out a ton of man goo, and I wasn't sure if I was ever going to stop, but of course, I eventually did, and with a big happy sigh, I stopped cumming and then relaxed, my cock flopped out of her now well used hole with a plop, I watched as my seed ran down between her ass checks as I recovered. "Oh god!" I then exclaimed with another happy sigh. "Oh, yes baby! You did it! You did it so well!" my stepmother then said, before she reached up, took a hold of me and pulled me into her. She then hugged me tightly to her hot naked body, keeping my spent dick trapped lying flaccidly over her gooey pussy at the same time, and for a while we stayed like that, enjoying the moment. As I lay on top of my cum filled stepmother, and she hugged me with her arms and legs wrapped around me, she then said "Well, I hope this works, we'll just have to keep trying until it does!" "How long could that be?" I then asked, because I wasn't entirely up on all the latest baby making data. "Weeks, months, there's no definitive timeline, you just keep trying until it happens!" replied my stepmother back. I then lay there, on top of her, pondering the thought of possibly having to fuck her like this for weeks, or even months, and as my head rested on one of her big soft boobs, I grinned. It took 3 months for her to finally fall pregnant, we fucked like rabbits every time my Father went away, it was weird listening to her fucking him when he got back, but i guess that was all part of the plan to make him believe it was his. She and my dad broke up several years later; he never did find out, she moved away to Spain with her new friend and maybe my now half sister/ . If it was the case it could have been mine. This was all nearly 25 years ago now, I'm in my late 40`s it felt like the right time to share

I've been seeing this nice couple in Coventry for a few months now on and off. But Friday was the 1st time she actually took me as her bull. Had a great evening. Sent her home full of cum for her husband to enjoy. She booked us into a Travelodge in the centre of Leicester. A nice meal out a few drinks then amazing sex all evening If your in the Midlands UK and wants a straight average guy next door for fun drop me a message Martin 😜 YouCut_20250329_095240807.mp4

Another chore of taking a parcel in when the neighbours were out this happened a few days ago 23rd march 2025….. Saturday late morning I saw that one of the neighbours car was on the driveway so I took the opportunity to drop it in. I knocked on the door and Jane answered. She was early 40’s, long dark hair and good looking. She was dressed in a t-shirt and leggings. She saw the parcel and apologised as she said she was expecting a delivery but wasn’t notified when and the courier hadn’t messaged her. I nodded and said it seems to be a regular occurrence these days as they are in such a hurry. She asked if I wouldn’t mind dropping it in the kitchen for her and asked if I wanted a coffee whilst I was there. As I walked to the kitchen I said I wouldn’t mind as I hadn’t much to do. She smiled as she looked over her shoulder and said her friend was just making it as she answered the door. Walking into the kitchen her friend was already pouring the water from the kettle and she looked up and smiled. Jane did a quick introduction with Helen and we both said Hi at the same time. Helen was late forties with long blonde hair tied back and was wearing a blouse under a blazer and a knee length skirt with what I presumed were stockings. As we sat down at the kitchen island, I asked if Dave was about. Jane replied that he was out at work so it gave her a chance to catch up with Helen and go out for some shopping. We chatted for a few minutes making small talk and then holidays. Helen said she needed a singles holiday as she got divorced the prior year but hadn’t started looking yet. She then said that she felt as though she needed to get into shape a little more as she would be self conscious in a bikini by the pool when she goes away. Naturally I paid the compliment that she looked pretty good and sure she would be getting plenty of looks when she did. Both Helen and Jane smiled at that and Jane nodded in agreement saying she would look good in anything. Again I agreed and Helen touched my hand and left it there as she said I was too kind. Over the next few minutes we continued to chat and then Helen asked if she was doing something wrong or didn’t people find her attractive anymore as she hadn’t had sex for months. I looked at her and then to Jane and I said I wouldn’t turn her down. Jane chuckled and said that Helen would be gagging for it if she had half an opportunity. Helen looked at me and said “yep it’s been way too long”. I looked at both of them and grinned and told them it’s a shame you’re going shopping. Helen’s other hand moved and she placed it on my leg and said there’s plenty of time to go shopping. Jane looked at Helen and half joking said that at this rate she’d better get a room. I looked at Jane and laughed, saying that at this rate she wouldn’t have time to get a room. Helen’s hand moved up my leg and she could feel I was getting semi hard. I put my hand on her leg and moved her skirt a little. Mmm she said, this could be fun. “I don’t disagree,” I replied. Jane looked at us both and then said to Helen “are you serious?” To which she replied “I am if he is, I've not had any action in a while”. I looked at Jane and said I couldn’t refuse if she’s gagging for it. And then looked back at Helen. She looked at me as she started to rub my cock through my jeans and said hell yeah. My hand at this point moved up her inner thigh and her stockings. Jane looked straight at us and in a serious tone. “Well you aren’t using the bedroom, so you better get on with it here in the kitchen, and I’m going to watch”. I looked back at Jane and asked if she was sure? And she said she always wanted to watch a couple get it on. At that, Helen moved and sat on the island with her skirt pulled up and legs slightly apart. I could see the black stockings and lace panties. I stood up and took her blazer off and started to unbutton her top to see a half cup bra with her tits starting to spill over the top. At the same time Helen had unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans and my cock was hard in my boxers. I looked over her shoulder and could see Jane smiling and then pursing her lips her hand started to wonder. I pulled one tit out of Helen’s bra and started to suck her nipple and tease it with my teeth. The other tit I rubbed and could hear her moan a little. I continued for a few minutes and then pulled away and then Helen pulled my hard cock out of my boxers. She rubbed and wanked it a few times as I asked her what she wanted. She looked at me and said demandingly “everything” I pulled away slightly and told her to take her knickers off as I wanted to tease her pussy. She leaned back a little unzipped her skirt and slid it off and then pulled off her panties to reveal her smooth shaved pussy. I slowly started to rub my fingers over her wet pussy and tease her clit through her large hanging lips. One then two fingers went in and she moaned. I looked at Jane and asked if she wanted to get a closer look as I licked her out. Jane moved around and sat next to us as I got on my knees and slowly licked her clit as I fingered Helen. I could hear Helen saying fuck yeah as I licked harder and faster. I could taste her pussy juices on my tongue as I lapped it up. As I stood back up, Helen said “my turn”. She slid off the island and got on her knees and started to wank my cock and lick my shaft. As I wrapped her hair around my hand. She started to suck it slowly and took it deeper and deeper. I looked at Jane on the chair and asked if she was also enjoying it. Jane looked at me and then down at Helen and just came out with “I can't resist it anymore I want to join in”. Helen’s eyes looked up at Jane in lust, I told her to take her top off and her leggings. As Helen was still sucking my cock, Jane took her top and bra off and then her leggings leaving a white thong. I just looked at her and said “and the rest”. Jane slowly removed them and stood next to me so I could start to play with her tits. They were small and pert and her nipples were already like bullets. My other hand found her pussy and I slipped a finger in. She was tight but super wet. Helen pulled my cock out of my mouth as looked at Jane and gasped “you want it all as well?” Jane looked down at Helen and then at me and said “oh yes, I can’t just watch you having fun you've got me so fucking horny”. Helen then told Jane to get on her knees and start sucking. With that, Jane knelt in front of me and held my cock and looked up at me. I just put my hand at the back of her head and pulled her forward. She took my cock in slowly. Helen stood up and told Jane she was a naughty bitch, took out her camera and snapped a photo of her sucking my cock. Now if you don't go all the way with it I'll show your husband she smirked, to which I smiled. Helen moved to the side and we started kissing as she rubbed one of her tits. My cock was slowly and rhythmically being sucked by Jane. After a minute or so Jane pulled her mouth away and held my cock. Myself and Helen had stopped kissing and looked down at her. Helen asked if she enjoyed that and Jane sheepishly said she hadn’t sucked another cock for years. I just came out with “and have you had your pussy used by anyone else in years” Jane looked up “no but I’ve stripped off and just sucked your cock so I may as well get that thing inside me”. “I’m not complaining and I'm sure Helen won’t mind” as I looked at her and moved my hand over her ass. Helen stood there in her stockings “not as long as I get everything and I mean everything” “Well, it looks like we are all in,” I said. Jane stood up and looked at Helen and put a hand over her breast. Helen grinned and her tongue slightly came through her lips. Jane said “The floors a little hard” I laughed and said “it isn’t the only thing” She chuckled and looked at the sofa across the room and started to walk towards it. I looked at her small tight ass as Helen and myself followed. Jane sat on the sofa arm with her legs slightly apart with her smooth pussy tinged a little pink. Helen looked at her and said “ looking fit, girl” Jane “I try” I stood behind Helen and with one hand I started feeling her tight nipple and then with the other hand I found her pussy with my cock up against her arse. Jane started playing with herself as I rubbed Helen’s tits and pussy. Helen moaned as she looked at Jane. I whispered in Helen's ear “do you want my cock in you now?” She whispered back “you didn’t need to ask” I pulled away and she just knelt on the sofa. With that I got behind her and moved her legs slowly and guided my cock slowly in her pussy. As it went in, she took a deep breath and “oh fuck yeah”. I went in deeper and held her hips as I slowly went in and out. She moaned and as I looked over her shoulder I could see Jane fingering herself. As I’m fucking Helen I ask if she likes it harder. “Fuck yes, fuck my pussy” I grab her her and pull it back hard as I fuck her harder. Jane shuffled off the sofa arm and nearer to the front of Helen. Helen is looking up at Jane as I’m behind her fucking her wet pussy. It looked instinctively as Helen moved her arm towards Jane’s pussy and Jane leaned back. “Finger her” I said With that Helen started to finger Jane as she laid back a little more. After a few more pumps of Helen I pulled out and moved around so I could see more of Helen fingering Jane. Jane had her eyes closed but mouth open. I moved a little more so I could get my cock nearer her mouth. Jane must have realised and grabbed it to steer in her mouth. “Good girl, taste Helen on my cock” I said. I looked down and Helen had moved a little and not only had she got her fingers on Jane’s pussy but also had her tongue lapping her clit. I reached down a little and started to rub Jane’s pert tits and nipples. This went on for a couple of minutes before Jane pulled my cock out. She breathed heavily. Helen looked up “my turn” I turned to Helen “you want me or Jane to lick your out” “Both,” She replied. “Greedy” girl My cock was still hard and I laid on the sofa and told Jane to get on top. She slowly straddled me and her pussy was tight as she guided it in. Helen decided that she wanted her pussy licking so she moved over my face and sat on it. My tongue goes in deep. Jane was riding my cock slowly and I could tell that she was also rubbing Helen’s tits at the same time. Fuck it I thought. As Helen was leaning slightly forward I moved my hand and pulled her ass cheeks apart slightly and rubbed a finger around her ass. She didn’t say anything. With that I slowly inserted a finger and I could hear her moan more. My cock was being rode harder by Jane and she was still tight but getting wetter by the second. Helen moved off my face and she looked down and smiled. She stood over me with her legs open and in front of Jane. Jane slowed down riding me and pulled Helen towards her and I could hear Helen tell her to lick her. My cock was still in Jane as I slowly moved up and down fucking her but not too much to stop her licking Helen. Helen pulled away and looked down at Jane “mmm Thankyou” Jane just looked back and said “my first pussy” Jane then moved off my cock which was glistening with her pussy juices. Helen looked at it and said “ that needs cleaning” and duly got on her knees and started sucking again. Fuck I was still hard but just couldn’t cum at this point i was wondering if this was all planned and they had slipped something into my drink. Helen sucked harder and deepthroat and I moaned and fuck I wanted more. Jane moved around as Helen was sucking harder and I said “let me lick you out now”. She didn’t say anything but just moved over my face and slowly squatted so I could tease her pussy. As she sat on my face Helen stopped sucking my cock. I could feel her moving around and then I felt her hands over my legs as she lowered herself down. I moved a hand down and over her ass as she got lower and then I could feel my cock push and then slide inside very slowly. Fuck her ass was really firm. She lowered herself down and then started to ride. I licked Jane harder and faster. Jane moaned and I could feel her pussy juices on my tongue and she moaned and shuddered. Jane moved away from my face and I could see Helen’s ass riding up and down. Fuck your tight I told her. She just carried on. Jane sat close by and I started with her nipples again. She said “I didn’t realise you were so horny”. I replied “I didn’t know you were up for anything like this”. “Neither did I,” she retorted. “And Helen’s taking everything the naughty bitch” she said. Helen obviously could hear and said “ we haven’t finished yet”….. Helen looked at Jane and said “are you still game?”. Jane retorted “well I didn’t expect doing this today or any other time, so yes I’m still game” I looked at them both “I didn’t know Jane was so slutty and had a friend that was so naughty” Jane replied “the hubby doesn’t pay much attention and it’s always vanilla” Helen quipped “well your neighbour isn’t vanilla but didn’t think you’d watch and then join in” Jane looked at her “life’s short and watching you two I couldn’t just regret not doing anything”. Helen looked up and down at her body “so ready for some more” Jane “ I’m still horny and yes I want more” Helen “give me a minute”. And she walked over to her handbag on the kitchen island. Her ass looked good from where I sat wondering what she was doing. She turned around and held a vibrator up “that’s all I’ve had for ages and there’s only one cock here”. Jane looked at her smiling “that’s mostly all I seem to see too”. Helen walked back over and stood in front of Jane and handed her the vibe “fancy using on me?” She took it and turned it on and the low buzz broke the silence for a second as Helen put a leg on the sofa and spread her legs slightly as Jane leaned forward. “Fuck yeah” Helen stated as the vibe was over her clit. I was playing with Jane's nipples and whispered to her “do you want to be a slut” She whispered back “I feel one now but what would you want”. “Tell Helen to sit on the sofa arm whilst you use the vibe on her and get on your knees in front of her” Jane duly obliged and as she got on all fours I pulled her hair back as I got behind her and slid my cock in her pussy which was still wet. Jane gasped and said “fuck me hard”. I banged her hard and deep as my balls. I could see Helen’s face and she just said “ don’t stop with the vibe bitch” My cock came out as I was banging her and I said “ass now slut”. She muffled “just do it” As I slowly slid in, Helen slid down the chair arm leaning back and her pussy close to Jane’s face. “lick my pussy slut”. I could feel Jane move forward a little, so I presumed she started. After banging her tigh peachy ass for a minute I pulled out and Jane must have been enjoying Helen’s pussy as she was still licking and fingering it. I was still hard and slowly stroking my cock as I watched them. Helen said “put that cock in my mouth” I walked around the sofa and leant over Helen’s head and guided my cock in and she wrapped her lips around it. She sucked it hard as I slowly went in and out, fuck she was good. Jane stopped licking and sat up and started with the vibe on her clit and pussy lips. I pulled out of Helen’s mouth and she gasped and moved next to Jane. I stood in front of them and Helen slowly wanked me as Jane shuddered. I looked at them both and said to Helen “fuck I’m going to cum” Helen “over our faces if you are”. Jane quipped “never had that” Helen wanked me harder and a few moments later my load shot out and she directed it over their faces. Fuck I needed that. Jane “another first for me” Helen leaned forward and started sucking me dry. Jane was blinking as cum streamed down her face. Helen pulled away but still held my cock. “Fuck that was good” “No complaints from me,” I said. Helen “And Janes shown her true colours” Jane “who’d have known? But my first experience of another woman as well” Helen “and your last?” Jane “wouldn’t say no again but I still want cock” Helen “did you like him?” Jane “I liked everything” I looked at them both “you need to clean yourselves up sluts” Jane “quick shower for us before the hubby gets back” Helen “he doesn't know what he missed” Jane “and he won’t either” I smiled “I won’t tell” Jane “too right you won’t, especially if you want more” Helen “Jane, you slut. You want this again?” Jane “next time I’ll wear the appropriate lingerie” Helen “I’m game, I’ll bring some more toys” I looked down at them and asked, “I'll take it I’m invited back?” Helen “too right you are” Jane “the hubb`s away with work next weekend so how about it?” Helen “I have no plans” I replied “let me know the time and I’ll bring a parcel”…… Hopefully it happens ill post up if it does

Thought is there. But have to see how much they miss my company

Agree there but she wasn't on birthday control. But been with them a few times now so I'm sure eventually it may get to that point 🤞

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I've had the pleasure o er the last 4 years of being a bull for this couple in Coventry there unfortunately relocating to Germany with his work in the army in the not so distant future. So I'm now on the hunt for a new regular play thing. Prefer them to be in the Midlands if possible. I'm a bit of the old fashioned type prefer to be a regular for just one couple than sleep around. Anyway I have asked permission to share some bits. Hope you enjoy as much as I have there company. If your looking for a regular straight male for fun drop me a message. Many thanks Martin ☺️ YouCut_20250322_080126990.mp4

invited over to Tamworth again. Been friends with this young late 20's couple for years played on and off. This time was different. I was invited over to be her bull. Husband wasn't allowed in or near. We had a great time. Very interesting experience. Want to try it again. He was downstairs. We were in there bedroom fucking. Afterwards we both walked downstairs. I said my goodbyes and left. Great feeling fucking a guy's wife then just leaving. And him knowing what you've just been doing to her for like the last 90 minutes 😜 Hit me up if your ever in the UK. Midlands and want to hook up and fuck Martin YouCut_20250318_230411128.mp4