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I couldn’t have been happier. I had just completed a
three week stint in the field and now I was heading home
to my lovely wife Jennifer. Better still I had finished
my assignment a day early and so I was going to surprise
my wife. The only cloud on the horizon was that
Jennifer’s ex-boyfriend Brett was going to be staying
with us for a few days, since he was between
international postings with the oil industry.
Whilst Jennifer openly admits that Brett was the
shallowest self-centered person and that she had known
she could never marry him, I still felt uneasy when he
came to stay. Despite them having broken up 10 years
ago, I could see that my wife still had some feelings
for him. After all he had dated her through University
and had taken her virginity!
Coupled with this thought was the fact that Brett was a
hunk. He stood 6ft 4 inches and weighed some 200lbs and
kept himself in fabulous shape. He always liked to boast
about how many women he had bedded round the world, all
of which merely served to confirm Jennifer’s opinion
that she was well rid of him.
And yet... every time he came to stay with us, I couldn’t
help notice a certain wistfulness in my wife’s eyes. She
seemed to become all soppy around him and sometimes she
seemed to get all flushed when he described his latest
female conquest. She had always refused to tell me about
their time together and in particular their lovemaking.
Every time I brought the subject up she steered the
conversation away and so I had never really pressed it.
All of these thoughts and emotions swirled around in my
mind as I drove home and as I swung into our road, I was
startled to see that Brett’s car was already parked in
our drive. This was odd because he wasn’t supposed to be
with us until tomorrow. Typical of him and I knew that
would ruin the lovemaking I had planned for the evening.
Something cautioned me from rushing into the house and
announcing my arrival. Instead I sneaked in quietly. I
could hear voices in the living room and peering through
the crack in the door, I could see Brett and my wife
sitting side by side on the settee. Brett had his arm
around Jennifer’s shoulders and was saying things that I
couldn’t hear. Jennifer suddenly made a show of
stretching however and said that she was going to head
for bed. She told Brett to make use of the television
and that he knew where his room was.
I decided to rush upstairs and surprise Jennifer, but
again something made me change that plan. Instead I
headed for our small box room which was located next to
our bedroom. In this room I had built a secret door that
lead into a concealed space between the two rooms. In
this space I peered through the large two way mirror
that I had installed. Why had I installed a secret two
way mirror? Well it had become an obsession of mine to
watch Jennifer masturbating.
I always knew when she would be likely to do this and it
was when she became fertile each month. She would go to
bed and I would feign watching a late night movie.
However I would sneak to my hidey-hole and watch
spellbound as my gorgeous wife would slowly finger
herself, tweaking her breasts and using her other hand
to caress her clit and arouse herself until she achieved
spectacular and noisy orgasms. How did I know they were
noisy? Well I had also installed a sound system as well!
As I waited I saw the light come on and saw that my wife
was wearing a light summer dress with bare legs and,
well well, those shoes! I had bought her a pair of five
inch heeled strappy white sandals that showed her long
lithe and toned legs off to best advantage, particularly
if, and this was the case now, she had painted her toe
nails. Anyway when I had given her these shoes
originally, Jennifer had told me she would wear these
the day we decided to start having c***dren. She laughed
and said they would be her ‘breeding shoes’ as she knew
how they aroused me!
So why was she wearing them now? She hadn’t worn them to
my knowledge since I had given them to her. She said
they were too special to spoil. And yet here she was
wearing them, not knowing that I was coming home early!
I started to get a queasy feeling in my stomach. Was she
putting on a show for Brett to tease him and show him
what he had lost?
My thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of Brett,
bare-chested in the doorway to our bedroom. “Jennifer,
I’m going to turn in as I’m tired. I was hoping though I
could get a goodnight kiss first? “So saying he took a
step toward my wife and looked expectantly. “You always
were arrogant, weren’t you Brett. What makes you think I
would give you a good night kiss?”
“Because I know you want to, come here.” Brett stretched
out his arms and seeing Jennifer’s hesitation he took
her hands and pulled her toward him.
When she reached him he bent forward and kissed her
without asking her again. Jennifer looked surprised but
didn’t push him away. Perhaps taking this as a sign of
her compliance, Brett put his arms behind her and pulled
her close so that she was squashed up against his ripped
torso. This time Brett aggressively assailed her mouth
and I saw her open her mouth and accept his probing
tongue into her mouth. I could tell they were fencing
tongues and really having a good snog!
Jennifer suddenly broke away and said, "Brett how dare
you. I’m not your girlfriend any more, I’m a married
women."
"Oh come on Jenni,(only he had ever been allowed to
call her this), don’t be such a prude. In any case I
know you enjoyed that. You swapped tongues with me just
like old times."
"That’s not the point,” said Jennifer, "it’s just that
I... I am..."
"You feel horny, don’t you, that’s what you feel. Your
body wanted the touch of a man?”
“No, I... that’s not what I mean, it’s just that..."
Jennifer never finished her sentence as Brett moved
quickly behind her and putting his hands on her hips
started to nibble and lick her neck and ears. I knew
from my own experience that this always got Jennifer
aroused and sure enough as I watched her resistance
started to melt.
"Oh Brett, please don’t it’s not right, you shouldn’t, I
ohh..." The cause for her intake of breath was Brett
whose hands had come round to cup her breasts through
the thin fabric of her dress, and since she wears no bra
(her breasts are fabulously firm 34B’s) and I could
imagine how she felt.
In retrospect I know I should have made my presence
known at this stage. However part of me was incredibly
turned on by the spectacle (in the same way as when I
watched her masturbate), but also I wanted to see at
what point my faithful wife would put a stop to Brett’s
attempts to get into her pants. I was fully expecting
him to be on the receiving end of a slap across the face
at any second. But no, how wrong I was!
Standing behind Jennifer I could see him fiddling with
the tie of her dress and ever so slowly he undid the
ribbon and then whilst still nibbling her neck he gently
brushed the straps clear of her shoulders and the dress
slowly slipped off her and pooled at her heels. My god
she looked fabulous. Standing there in nothing but thong
panties, five inch strappy sandals with red painted
finger and toe nails and her brunette hair cascading
around her sexy neck.
I noticed Brett fumbling with his trousers and as they
fell to the floor as well I wasn’t entirely surprised to
see that he had no underwear. Seeing him naked answered
one question that my wife had never discussed with me.
He was hung, I mean really hung. Even in his semi
flaccid state he had more than my 5 inches and I could
just about make out what looked to be an impressive pair
of balls to match. He could have been a model or a porn
star with a body and equipment like that. No wonder he
had got into the pants of women all around the world!
As he brought his hands round to cup my wife’s pert
breasts he stepped into her back and I could see his
erecting penis push up her back. Although I hated to
admit it, they looked good together and I could see how
and why as a teenager at college she had fallen for him.
As I watched and listened I could hear Jennifer moaning
as Brett lovingly squeezed and played with her breasts,
tweaking her sensitive nipples until they were standing
proud and erect.
Suddenly Brett stopped his ministrations and picked my
wife up in his arms as if she weighed nothing. He slowly
walked with her over to the bed, our bed, our marital
bed which we shared as man and wife. The symbolism was
not lost on me. He was showing her that he was going to
take her on her marriage bed and husband be dammed!
Again I knew I should do something. Instead however I
dropped my pants and pulled my aching cock from my
underwear. Deep down I still thought Jennifer would stop
this before it went too far and yet part of my brain
wanted to see him succeed. Wanted him to give me a
display of how he used to fuck my wife before I knew
her. I was so conflicted by emotion and light headed on
desire.
My wife seemed to have been in some kind of a trance for
a while and it wasn’t until she felt Brett laying her
down on the bed that her senses returned. “Stop this
Brett, I can’t do this, I’m married, please.”
“It’s ok,” said Brett, “I’m going to lick you like I
used to, I’ll make you feel so good.”
“No, please Brett, don’t... I... oh my goodness Brett...
yes just there, please, I oh..." The cause for her about
change of loyalty to her husband was the feeling of
Brett’s tongue as it lapped her sex and caressed her
sensitive clit. Before long her hips were lifting off
the bed and were weaving in the air. I noticed her
fingers had also found their way to Brett’s head and
were running through his hair as he pleased her.
I could hear the familiar sounds of my wife starting to
get aroused. The sighs and ah’s and moans that built and
built as Brett relentlessly worked on her sopping sex.
After several minutes of his ministrations Jennifer
stated to sob and cry out, “YES! Oh my god yes! I'm
coming... coming just there... yes, yes, ohhhhhh!” The
room was filled with her shrieks as she came and came on
Brett’s tongue and drenched his face in her love nectar.
Lucky bastard I thought, that should have been me.
Brett in the meantime had moved up and over Jennifer and
was kissing her. As he did so I could see him using one
hand to direct his hugely erect cock at my wife’s
vagina. When my wife felt what he was doing she said “
no Brett, not that, I can’t let you have me. My marriage
vows, please." “Oh come on Jenni, you know you want it,
you’re desperate for a man to get between your legs. No
one will ever know, just you and me. Come on just for
old time’s sake."
This was crunch time. Would my faithful wife rebuff him
or was she too far gone? It didn’t take long for me to
find out. “Ok Brett, get a condom from the drawer, and
you can just once." “Sorry Jenni, but just for once I’m
not going to use a condom. You made me wear one all
through college, because of your religious beliefs. Well
this time and just once I want you bare." “Brett no, I’m
not protected, please. I’m also fertile; this is a
really bad time for unprotected sex.”
“Well that settles it,” said Brett, “bareback it is." So
saying I watched in disbelief, in denial but also in
lust as a voyeur watching another couple fuck, as Brett
pushed forward and the bulbous helmet of his nine inch
cock pushed into the womanhood of my darling wife. No
words can do justice to the sight, the sounds or the
feelings coursing through me as I watched another man
taking my wife. Pushing a big cock into her sodden
snatch, watching her moan and flail around as she
succumbed to her old lover.
Once he was fully embedded right up to his big balls
which had to be nestling up against Jennifer’s pert bum,
he stopped and raised himself up on his hands. Brett and
Jennifer locked eyes. “Doesn’t that feel good?” asked
Brett.
“Yes,” said a breathless Jennifer. “Brett, promise me
one thing please.”
“What Jenni?”
“Please promise me you will pull out before you come,
please Brett, I’m begging you. I can’t get pregnant by
you, James would divorce me."
“Whatever,” was Brett’s noncommittal reply as he started
moving his huge cock in and out of my wife.
So there it was. My wife had gone from being a faithful
wife to a cheating slut within less than an hour. She
had succumbed to her ex boyfriend’s charms and more
particularly to his big cock. She had spread her legs
and let him put his bare cock into her knowing full well
that she was fertile and unprotected from pregnancy.
As I watched and listened to their love making I at
least now knew why Jennifer had refused to discuss the
size of his tackle. He had been and was still much
bigger that her husband and although she had found him a
jerk, she still longed for his big cock.
Masturbating furiously I still wondered why I wasn’t
rushing in to stop them. As much as I hated to admit
it, I was turned on by watching another man service my
wife. I realised that I had always had such feelings
about wanting to see her screwed by a better endowed
man, but had always been too afraid to mention it to
her. Well now I had a ring side seat to her infidelity.
Brett slowed the pace of his fucking and took hold of
Jennifer’s long legs and put them over his shoulders. As
he resumed his thrusting Jennifer said “Oh Brett you are
such a stud, you feel so good."
“Better than your husband?”
“In bed yes, you are just so manly, a stud."
“Well,” said Brett, “you know what studs do don’t you,
they always seed their mares."
Jennifer laughed in response.
“What’s so funny?” asked Brett.
“Seeing my shoes over your shoulders reminds me that
James bought these for me and I told him that I would
only wear them when I was going to be bred and with our
first baby."
“Oh Jenni, I want that so much, I want to put my baby in
you and watch your belly swell with our love c***d."
“No Brett, you promised!” said Jennifer.
“I know," said Brett, "but knowing you're fertile,
unprotected and wearing those ‘fuck-me pumps’ which you
promised to wear when he breeds you is too much. I’ve
got to have you completely Jenni, I’m going to seed you
and make you a pregnant wife."
“Oh god Brett, I can’t! My husband... oh but I do love
your big cock... I can’t think clearly. You will have to
think for us, I’m so full of you. Your cock is against
my cervix and my womb is getting ready for conception.
Oh yes fuck me pregnant Brett. Let me have your spunk
deep in my womb!”
I couldn’t believe the words coming from my wife. She
had completely lost it and had surrendered to Brett’s
big cock. Unless I rushed in and separated the
copulating couple, I knew Brett would mate with my wife
in front of my eyes! So what did I do? Nothing of
course! Just like the rutting couple in the next room, I
was also too far gone now.
I knew I had to see the ultimate betrayal of our
marriage vows. Had to witness the moment when my wife
willingly accepted the virile sperm of an alpha male
into her open, ripe and fertile womb. A womb that had no
defence against the impending blast of DNA that was not
her husbands, but was that of her first love and first
lover.
As I tried to time my ejaculation with their mutual
orgasms I could see their mating was reaching a
crescendo. Jennifer had locked her long legs around
Brett’s muscular bum as it drove his big baby maker
towards making her a mummy. God her painted toenails
encased in strappy stilettos looked so dam sexy as they
worked to keep Brett in place.
And then it happened. Brett cried out, “Oh Jenni my love
I’m coming, going to give you our baby, oh here it
comes." “Yes, yes shrieked Jennifer, give it to me, fill
me, seed me Brett, I want you baby." As I watched Brett
tensed and roared and the clenching of his bum cheeks
told the story of sperm being fired direct into my
wife’s cervix. Her simultaneous orgasm ensured that
Brett’s sperm was helped on his way. His big balls which
had not been emptied for over two weeks were now
discharging their contents directly where it counted.
My wife mewled and sighed and held onto Brett’s muscular
back as he continued to seed and impregnate her. She
knew it, he knew it and I knew it. She had been bred in
the most erotic and sensual manner, only not by her
husband as it should have been. Instead a superior male
had beaten me to her eggs and had stamped his DNA on her
baby.
I looked down at my sticky hand and realised I had
spunked all over myself. Taking my flaccid cock in hand
I took one last look through the mirror and saw the
lovers whispering sweet nothings to each other.
Wondering what to do next I became aware of movement
from Brett. He was gently humping into Jennifer. “Oh
Brett, you can’t be hard again so soon, you are so, oh
yes Brett, yes, again, make love to me again and make
sure I’m pregnant."
I’d heard and seen enough. Tidying myself up I crept out
of the house and found a motel, where I had a restless
night. The following evening I went home again to find
Brett’s car gone and Jennifer answered the door. She
looked radiant as she hugged me. But then she should,
having no doubt been fucked silly for 24 hours!
As I made my way into the house I couldn’t help
wondering what would happen in nine months! After all I
wasn’t going to give her the get out of pretending it
was my baby. Oh no, there would be no bareback sex
between us until I knew if she had caught or not. And
then I always had the video evidence.
Did I mention that?
END
three week stint in the field and now I was heading home
to my lovely wife Jennifer. Better still I had finished
my assignment a day early and so I was going to surprise
my wife. The only cloud on the horizon was that
Jennifer’s ex-boyfriend Brett was going to be staying
with us for a few days, since he was between
international postings with the oil industry.
Whilst Jennifer openly admits that Brett was the
shallowest self-centered person and that she had known
she could never marry him, I still felt uneasy when he
came to stay. Despite them having broken up 10 years
ago, I could see that my wife still had some feelings
for him. After all he had dated her through University
and had taken her virginity!
Coupled with this thought was the fact that Brett was a
hunk. He stood 6ft 4 inches and weighed some 200lbs and
kept himself in fabulous shape. He always liked to boast
about how many women he had bedded round the world, all
of which merely served to confirm Jennifer’s opinion
that she was well rid of him.
And yet... every time he came to stay with us, I couldn’t
help notice a certain wistfulness in my wife’s eyes. She
seemed to become all soppy around him and sometimes she
seemed to get all flushed when he described his latest
female conquest. She had always refused to tell me about
their time together and in particular their lovemaking.
Every time I brought the subject up she steered the
conversation away and so I had never really pressed it.
All of these thoughts and emotions swirled around in my
mind as I drove home and as I swung into our road, I was
startled to see that Brett’s car was already parked in
our drive. This was odd because he wasn’t supposed to be
with us until tomorrow. Typical of him and I knew that
would ruin the lovemaking I had planned for the evening.
Something cautioned me from rushing into the house and
announcing my arrival. Instead I sneaked in quietly. I
could hear voices in the living room and peering through
the crack in the door, I could see Brett and my wife
sitting side by side on the settee. Brett had his arm
around Jennifer’s shoulders and was saying things that I
couldn’t hear. Jennifer suddenly made a show of
stretching however and said that she was going to head
for bed. She told Brett to make use of the television
and that he knew where his room was.
I decided to rush upstairs and surprise Jennifer, but
again something made me change that plan. Instead I
headed for our small box room which was located next to
our bedroom. In this room I had built a secret door that
lead into a concealed space between the two rooms. In
this space I peered through the large two way mirror
that I had installed. Why had I installed a secret two
way mirror? Well it had become an obsession of mine to
watch Jennifer masturbating.
I always knew when she would be likely to do this and it
was when she became fertile each month. She would go to
bed and I would feign watching a late night movie.
However I would sneak to my hidey-hole and watch
spellbound as my gorgeous wife would slowly finger
herself, tweaking her breasts and using her other hand
to caress her clit and arouse herself until she achieved
spectacular and noisy orgasms. How did I know they were
noisy? Well I had also installed a sound system as well!
As I waited I saw the light come on and saw that my wife
was wearing a light summer dress with bare legs and,
well well, those shoes! I had bought her a pair of five
inch heeled strappy white sandals that showed her long
lithe and toned legs off to best advantage, particularly
if, and this was the case now, she had painted her toe
nails. Anyway when I had given her these shoes
originally, Jennifer had told me she would wear these
the day we decided to start having c***dren. She laughed
and said they would be her ‘breeding shoes’ as she knew
how they aroused me!
So why was she wearing them now? She hadn’t worn them to
my knowledge since I had given them to her. She said
they were too special to spoil. And yet here she was
wearing them, not knowing that I was coming home early!
I started to get a queasy feeling in my stomach. Was she
putting on a show for Brett to tease him and show him
what he had lost?
My thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of Brett,
bare-chested in the doorway to our bedroom. “Jennifer,
I’m going to turn in as I’m tired. I was hoping though I
could get a goodnight kiss first? “So saying he took a
step toward my wife and looked expectantly. “You always
were arrogant, weren’t you Brett. What makes you think I
would give you a good night kiss?”
“Because I know you want to, come here.” Brett stretched
out his arms and seeing Jennifer’s hesitation he took
her hands and pulled her toward him.
When she reached him he bent forward and kissed her
without asking her again. Jennifer looked surprised but
didn’t push him away. Perhaps taking this as a sign of
her compliance, Brett put his arms behind her and pulled
her close so that she was squashed up against his ripped
torso. This time Brett aggressively assailed her mouth
and I saw her open her mouth and accept his probing
tongue into her mouth. I could tell they were fencing
tongues and really having a good snog!
Jennifer suddenly broke away and said, "Brett how dare
you. I’m not your girlfriend any more, I’m a married
women."
"Oh come on Jenni,(only he had ever been allowed to
call her this), don’t be such a prude. In any case I
know you enjoyed that. You swapped tongues with me just
like old times."
"That’s not the point,” said Jennifer, "it’s just that
I... I am..."
"You feel horny, don’t you, that’s what you feel. Your
body wanted the touch of a man?”
“No, I... that’s not what I mean, it’s just that..."
Jennifer never finished her sentence as Brett moved
quickly behind her and putting his hands on her hips
started to nibble and lick her neck and ears. I knew
from my own experience that this always got Jennifer
aroused and sure enough as I watched her resistance
started to melt.
"Oh Brett, please don’t it’s not right, you shouldn’t, I
ohh..." The cause for her intake of breath was Brett
whose hands had come round to cup her breasts through
the thin fabric of her dress, and since she wears no bra
(her breasts are fabulously firm 34B’s) and I could
imagine how she felt.
In retrospect I know I should have made my presence
known at this stage. However part of me was incredibly
turned on by the spectacle (in the same way as when I
watched her masturbate), but also I wanted to see at
what point my faithful wife would put a stop to Brett’s
attempts to get into her pants. I was fully expecting
him to be on the receiving end of a slap across the face
at any second. But no, how wrong I was!
Standing behind Jennifer I could see him fiddling with
the tie of her dress and ever so slowly he undid the
ribbon and then whilst still nibbling her neck he gently
brushed the straps clear of her shoulders and the dress
slowly slipped off her and pooled at her heels. My god
she looked fabulous. Standing there in nothing but thong
panties, five inch strappy sandals with red painted
finger and toe nails and her brunette hair cascading
around her sexy neck.
I noticed Brett fumbling with his trousers and as they
fell to the floor as well I wasn’t entirely surprised to
see that he had no underwear. Seeing him naked answered
one question that my wife had never discussed with me.
He was hung, I mean really hung. Even in his semi
flaccid state he had more than my 5 inches and I could
just about make out what looked to be an impressive pair
of balls to match. He could have been a model or a porn
star with a body and equipment like that. No wonder he
had got into the pants of women all around the world!
As he brought his hands round to cup my wife’s pert
breasts he stepped into her back and I could see his
erecting penis push up her back. Although I hated to
admit it, they looked good together and I could see how
and why as a teenager at college she had fallen for him.
As I watched and listened I could hear Jennifer moaning
as Brett lovingly squeezed and played with her breasts,
tweaking her sensitive nipples until they were standing
proud and erect.
Suddenly Brett stopped his ministrations and picked my
wife up in his arms as if she weighed nothing. He slowly
walked with her over to the bed, our bed, our marital
bed which we shared as man and wife. The symbolism was
not lost on me. He was showing her that he was going to
take her on her marriage bed and husband be dammed!
Again I knew I should do something. Instead however I
dropped my pants and pulled my aching cock from my
underwear. Deep down I still thought Jennifer would stop
this before it went too far and yet part of my brain
wanted to see him succeed. Wanted him to give me a
display of how he used to fuck my wife before I knew
her. I was so conflicted by emotion and light headed on
desire.
My wife seemed to have been in some kind of a trance for
a while and it wasn’t until she felt Brett laying her
down on the bed that her senses returned. “Stop this
Brett, I can’t do this, I’m married, please.”
“It’s ok,” said Brett, “I’m going to lick you like I
used to, I’ll make you feel so good.”
“No, please Brett, don’t... I... oh my goodness Brett...
yes just there, please, I oh..." The cause for her about
change of loyalty to her husband was the feeling of
Brett’s tongue as it lapped her sex and caressed her
sensitive clit. Before long her hips were lifting off
the bed and were weaving in the air. I noticed her
fingers had also found their way to Brett’s head and
were running through his hair as he pleased her.
I could hear the familiar sounds of my wife starting to
get aroused. The sighs and ah’s and moans that built and
built as Brett relentlessly worked on her sopping sex.
After several minutes of his ministrations Jennifer
stated to sob and cry out, “YES! Oh my god yes! I'm
coming... coming just there... yes, yes, ohhhhhh!” The
room was filled with her shrieks as she came and came on
Brett’s tongue and drenched his face in her love nectar.
Lucky bastard I thought, that should have been me.
Brett in the meantime had moved up and over Jennifer and
was kissing her. As he did so I could see him using one
hand to direct his hugely erect cock at my wife’s
vagina. When my wife felt what he was doing she said “
no Brett, not that, I can’t let you have me. My marriage
vows, please." “Oh come on Jenni, you know you want it,
you’re desperate for a man to get between your legs. No
one will ever know, just you and me. Come on just for
old time’s sake."
This was crunch time. Would my faithful wife rebuff him
or was she too far gone? It didn’t take long for me to
find out. “Ok Brett, get a condom from the drawer, and
you can just once." “Sorry Jenni, but just for once I’m
not going to use a condom. You made me wear one all
through college, because of your religious beliefs. Well
this time and just once I want you bare." “Brett no, I’m
not protected, please. I’m also fertile; this is a
really bad time for unprotected sex.”
“Well that settles it,” said Brett, “bareback it is." So
saying I watched in disbelief, in denial but also in
lust as a voyeur watching another couple fuck, as Brett
pushed forward and the bulbous helmet of his nine inch
cock pushed into the womanhood of my darling wife. No
words can do justice to the sight, the sounds or the
feelings coursing through me as I watched another man
taking my wife. Pushing a big cock into her sodden
snatch, watching her moan and flail around as she
succumbed to her old lover.
Once he was fully embedded right up to his big balls
which had to be nestling up against Jennifer’s pert bum,
he stopped and raised himself up on his hands. Brett and
Jennifer locked eyes. “Doesn’t that feel good?” asked
Brett.
“Yes,” said a breathless Jennifer. “Brett, promise me
one thing please.”
“What Jenni?”
“Please promise me you will pull out before you come,
please Brett, I’m begging you. I can’t get pregnant by
you, James would divorce me."
“Whatever,” was Brett’s noncommittal reply as he started
moving his huge cock in and out of my wife.
So there it was. My wife had gone from being a faithful
wife to a cheating slut within less than an hour. She
had succumbed to her ex boyfriend’s charms and more
particularly to his big cock. She had spread her legs
and let him put his bare cock into her knowing full well
that she was fertile and unprotected from pregnancy.
As I watched and listened to their love making I at
least now knew why Jennifer had refused to discuss the
size of his tackle. He had been and was still much
bigger that her husband and although she had found him a
jerk, she still longed for his big cock.
Masturbating furiously I still wondered why I wasn’t
rushing in to stop them. As much as I hated to admit
it, I was turned on by watching another man service my
wife. I realised that I had always had such feelings
about wanting to see her screwed by a better endowed
man, but had always been too afraid to mention it to
her. Well now I had a ring side seat to her infidelity.
Brett slowed the pace of his fucking and took hold of
Jennifer’s long legs and put them over his shoulders. As
he resumed his thrusting Jennifer said “Oh Brett you are
such a stud, you feel so good."
“Better than your husband?”
“In bed yes, you are just so manly, a stud."
“Well,” said Brett, “you know what studs do don’t you,
they always seed their mares."
Jennifer laughed in response.
“What’s so funny?” asked Brett.
“Seeing my shoes over your shoulders reminds me that
James bought these for me and I told him that I would
only wear them when I was going to be bred and with our
first baby."
“Oh Jenni, I want that so much, I want to put my baby in
you and watch your belly swell with our love c***d."
“No Brett, you promised!” said Jennifer.
“I know," said Brett, "but knowing you're fertile,
unprotected and wearing those ‘fuck-me pumps’ which you
promised to wear when he breeds you is too much. I’ve
got to have you completely Jenni, I’m going to seed you
and make you a pregnant wife."
“Oh god Brett, I can’t! My husband... oh but I do love
your big cock... I can’t think clearly. You will have to
think for us, I’m so full of you. Your cock is against
my cervix and my womb is getting ready for conception.
Oh yes fuck me pregnant Brett. Let me have your spunk
deep in my womb!”
I couldn’t believe the words coming from my wife. She
had completely lost it and had surrendered to Brett’s
big cock. Unless I rushed in and separated the
copulating couple, I knew Brett would mate with my wife
in front of my eyes! So what did I do? Nothing of
course! Just like the rutting couple in the next room, I
was also too far gone now.
I knew I had to see the ultimate betrayal of our
marriage vows. Had to witness the moment when my wife
willingly accepted the virile sperm of an alpha male
into her open, ripe and fertile womb. A womb that had no
defence against the impending blast of DNA that was not
her husbands, but was that of her first love and first
lover.
As I tried to time my ejaculation with their mutual
orgasms I could see their mating was reaching a
crescendo. Jennifer had locked her long legs around
Brett’s muscular bum as it drove his big baby maker
towards making her a mummy. God her painted toenails
encased in strappy stilettos looked so dam sexy as they
worked to keep Brett in place.
And then it happened. Brett cried out, “Oh Jenni my love
I’m coming, going to give you our baby, oh here it
comes." “Yes, yes shrieked Jennifer, give it to me, fill
me, seed me Brett, I want you baby." As I watched Brett
tensed and roared and the clenching of his bum cheeks
told the story of sperm being fired direct into my
wife’s cervix. Her simultaneous orgasm ensured that
Brett’s sperm was helped on his way. His big balls which
had not been emptied for over two weeks were now
discharging their contents directly where it counted.
My wife mewled and sighed and held onto Brett’s muscular
back as he continued to seed and impregnate her. She
knew it, he knew it and I knew it. She had been bred in
the most erotic and sensual manner, only not by her
husband as it should have been. Instead a superior male
had beaten me to her eggs and had stamped his DNA on her
baby.
I looked down at my sticky hand and realised I had
spunked all over myself. Taking my flaccid cock in hand
I took one last look through the mirror and saw the
lovers whispering sweet nothings to each other.
Wondering what to do next I became aware of movement
from Brett. He was gently humping into Jennifer. “Oh
Brett, you can’t be hard again so soon, you are so, oh
yes Brett, yes, again, make love to me again and make
sure I’m pregnant."
I’d heard and seen enough. Tidying myself up I crept out
of the house and found a motel, where I had a restless
night. The following evening I went home again to find
Brett’s car gone and Jennifer answered the door. She
looked radiant as she hugged me. But then she should,
having no doubt been fucked silly for 24 hours!
As I made my way into the house I couldn’t help
wondering what would happen in nine months! After all I
wasn’t going to give her the get out of pretending it
was my baby. Oh no, there would be no bareback sex
between us until I knew if she had caught or not. And
then I always had the video evidence.
Did I mention that?
END
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