Saturday , January 29 2022

He becomes a cuckold, but who gets to breed his wife?

Some lucky ladies were blessed with a toned, gold-standard booty fixed atop a pair of mile long, sculpted legs that became pure poetry when set into motion. Brittany, my wife of just under five years, was one of those precious few women, which made me incredibly blessed as well. Her amazing ass sung sweet music as it swayed across the parking lot of our apartment complex headed for our car. I had no intentions of catching up, choosing instead to lag a few paces behind where I could shamelessly ogle how her form-fitting little black dress, which was cut halfway up her thighs, perfectly accentuated her killer butt. I had selected that LBD. It had cost quite a chunk of change. Along with the four-inch, strappy black heels she wore. Together on her though, they became priceless.

“Damn, Britt,” I said. “You are a slice of Heaven on Earth.” At 26 and 5’4″, maybe 108 pounds when soaken wet, I swear Heaven itself would have been insanely jealous of my girl.

Her measured stride slowed. Then stopped, a few spaces away from our Chevy.

I slid up behind her. Dropped my hand to cup her left ass cheek. “What’s up, babe?”

She wouldn’t look at me. “This is really it. You know? Everything changes from here. All of it.” Her lower lip curled under her top teeth and she bit down.

My hand played with the sheer fabric that flimsily covered her butt. Even though it was early Friday evening on a toasty spring day, she trembled at my touch as if a cold breeze had licked her skin.

“You want to call Trey?” I asked. “Tell him no go. We changed our minds. Say the word and I’ll blow this whole thing off in a heartbeat.” I wanted to be supportive of her. Not pushy or selfish. Try as I might though, there was no masking the note of disappointment in my anxious voice. Which she heard.

“What do you want?” she asked me back as she stared blankly ahead. “I mean, no kidding, for real. It doesn’t get any more serious than this. So what are you honestly looking for regarding the two of us? You need to decide, Doug.”

I already had. Months ago.

My free hand felt in my pocket for the key fob. I pressed the button. The car chirped as it unlocked.

I went around the passenger side and opened the door for her. She stood where I’d left her, her lips moving silently. Disbelief flickered momentarily on her face. Apparently she’d expected a different reaction from me or perhaps hoped as much for one. Then, she gave the slightest of head shakes before she came around and eased her luscious ass onto the seat.

Seconds later I joined her behind the wheel. Started the car. Backed us out. As I put it in drive, her hand shot over and snatched my wrist.

“After this weekend, no more pretending or hiding.” Her voice strained with urgency. “The truth will be clear to everyone… neighbors, friends, our families. Eventually they will all know. Are you absolutely certain that’s what you want? Because it can’t be undone, Doug. There will be no going back to what we had before. Ever.”

She was so right about that. No take-backs for what would transpire this weekend. Which only stoked the fire smouldering in my gut.

I leaned across and kissed her delicate lips. “I love you so much, Britt. I want you to have this. More than anything.”

“Promise you’ll love me afterwards?” Her small voice practically begged.

I kissed her again. “Even more,” I said. “Guaranteed.”

With that and a protracted sigh, she sat back in the seat. I drove out of our complex across town headed towards Trey’s townhouse. In 30 minutes I’d be abandoning my loving bride with the man who intended to fuck her senseless over the course of the weekend. And on Sunday night when I picked her up again, with any luck, she would be carrying Trey’s baby.

Trey was Britt’s black lover of the prior ten months. She and I, of course, were white as milk. Hence the reason for her nervousness regarding the turn of events lying ahead.

No undo. No reset. Painfully obvious to everybody… about nine months from now.

Damn. This really was it.

It’s funny. Thinking back to when Britt and I were dating, I was the one reluctant to commit to having kids. She wasn’t opposed to the notion. Didn’t rule it out. But certainly she wasn’t eager either. So, like many to-be-wed couples, we agreed to keep the option and our minds open to the thought. Years later, it’s astounding I’m the one all too ready and eager to see her bred.

For that, I blame a part of me I had no clue about. I don’t mean my cock, though it was certainly an accomplice to the transgression. Not my balls either, which enjoyed spewing their contents deep within the interior of Britt’s silky smooth pussy as often as they could. Just as long as she was chemically or physically protected whenever it happened.

No. The culprit in this case was my brain, specifically a dark and twisted corner of it that had lurked unknowingly until it had exploded to light about a year ago. That’s the instant when the fuse had been lit resulting in a blast that realigned my brain cells into the man I’d become.

A cuckold.

More specifically, a husband who now wanted nothing more than to have an alpha male properly and thoroughly inseminate the woman he was forever devoted to. My cock stirred at the thought of Britt pregnant. I’d been stroking it hard for months now ever since Trey had suggested taking this huge step in our cuckold relationship. A relationship I had initiated.

Britt pregnant with Trey’s child.

The fire in my gut roared into an inferno at the mental image.

Oh, what that would do to her flat belly, slender waist, amazing ass and tiny titties. The boob fairy had been much less kind to my wife than the butt fairy had been. She was at best a 32A, which did have the side benefit of her going sans bra most of the time. But she was extremely self-conscious about her perky little buds. Usually she hid them in embarrassment. Me, I adored them. I could hardly wait for them to swell with motherly nourishment to suckle Trey’s baby. Plus, bigger mommy boobs would make a nice bonus for her, even if only temporarily.

My dick tingled at that thought. I half considered suggesting she lean over and perform her own special suckling upon it but Trey had forbidden that carnal activity right after we’d initially met him. Handjobs and blowjobs were reserved exclusively for him. Which meant I hadn’t gotten any from her for the majority of a year. Boy, I sure missed those. Through dating and our eventual wedlock, Britt had become a star cock sucker and Trey was one lucky bastard to now be solely benefitting.

So I sat there squirming in the driver seat, craving relief as my semi-erect cock tingled. I did the math. Another 20 minutes to drop her off. Then 30-ish minutes to return to our apartment. There, major relief waited for my eager cock and forlorn balls. As amped as I was, a few rapid strokes should pop my pressure release valve. Unless…

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