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Meghan’s Man

MEGHAN’s MAN

 

(Copyright © Ryan Oberon 2017)

 

 

Brandon heard the vibration of his phone’s message alert again. Removing his hand from his pants, he clicked pause on the computer in front of him and checked the message. It was his ex, Meghan again, for the third time this week, and now wasn’t the time to answer her.

The twenty-year-old woman was becoming a borderline stalker. It had been over a month since he’d broken up with her, and the poor girl had been devastated. He felt bad about that, but ever since then she had sent him countless messages in an attempt to get him back, and now it was just becoming ridiculous.

It had also been over a month since he had been laid, and that was why he found himself sitting on his computer, jerking off to some website that was probably infecting his computer as it was infecting his mind.

The phone went off again, and with a sigh, he opened messenger.

Meghan: Hi.

Meghan: What you up to, sexy?

Brandon wasn’t sure why, but he decided to reply finally. At least an actual female girl was messaging him.

Brandon: Hi. Nothing. What u up to?

Meghan: Thinking about u.

Brandon cursed himself, he should just delete her number for a second time.

Brandon: We’ve been over this, have a nice day.’

Meghan: Not thinkin’ bout u in that way!

Brandon: ??

Meghan:  Laying here playin. Haven’t had sex in a month. Can’t stop thinkin bout your cock inside me, hehehe.

What the fuck? This wasn’t like her at all. Sure, when they were dating, she had been great and very enthusiastic in bed, and would often message him kinky things, but this hadn’t happened since he had split with her. Everything had been about getting him back.

Brandon: Really?

Despite his raging hardon, Brandon could think of nothing else to say at that moment.

Meghan: U should come ova. I don’t expect anything. I just want u inside me to get me off.

His body wanted nothing more than to do that right now, the very thought of it made his testicles throb, but how could he? Not only would it be wrong to use her that way after breaking her heart, it would also be letting a rather unstable women back into his life.

Meghan: Ur the best ive eva had. Just use me for sex, and don’t feel bad bout it. We can still be just friends who fuck right?

Brandon gazed at the message, heart pounding. When he took too long to reply, she messaged again.

Meghan: Friends who get each other off?

Christ, how could any male in his twenties say no to that?

Apparently, he couldn’t, because it wasn’t long before he found himself driving down the highway, his mind a spin. Was he really doing this? I mean, sure, it was just sex, they had slept together before, but Meghan again? It would mean more to her than just sex, surely, and she might take it as a sign she could get him back.

Thirty-three minutes later he pulled into her driveaway. It was just after seven that night, and he found there were no other cars there. Her roommate must have been out, probably for the night. They would be alone.

Slowly, he got out and walked up to the front door. Last chance to turn back, he told himself, but as his foot hit the top step the door flew open, and there was Meghan.

‘Hi!’ Her round face beamed with excitement. A dressing gown was all that covered her flesh, and it was almost at the point of being useless. Her large, round, breasts pushed against the fabric, and Brandon could clearly see her erect nipples pressing forward. A single ribbon which tied the middle of the gown was affixed loosely, as if she had only just thrown the garment on as he arrived.

Her smooth white skin stood out in the doorway light, and Brandon could see her chubby curves clearly under the fabric. His cock twitched.

‘Hi.’ His smile was genuine as his eyes were fixated on her.

‘You like?’ she smiled broadly.

Brandon nodded dumbly. Meghan took his hand and pulled him inside, locking the door behind them with an enthusiastic click, as if she wanted him clearly to notice what she was doing.

Inside was as dimly lit as outside. The room was illuminated by candles, which may have seemed to be a romantic gesture, however, Meghan had a strange fixation with candles, and this vigil could be seen at various times.

‘It’s good to see you,’ she admitted, carefully leading him to the lounge.

‘It’s good to see you too,’ he said taking a seat as she moved something then sat beside him.

‘Really?’

‘Of course.’

‘Well you’re gonna see a lot more of me before the night’s out.’ She giggled. ‘I’ve been so horny all day.’

‘I know the feeling,’ he confessed with a developing nervousness.

She placed the object she had moved onto the table. Brandon noticed that it was a vibrator egg, connected by a lead to the control unit.

‘Had to get myself off lately,’ she explained, ‘but it just doesn’t do the trick the way your cock does.’

Rising in the slow, seductive manor, that deliberately extended her legs, she moved towards the kitchen. ‘I think you need a drink. I started hours ago.’

‘I think so too,’ he called after her, ‘but not too much, I have to drive home later.’

‘My roommate’s gone for the night,’ she added tactically, ‘you can stay as long as you want.’

Brandon had no intention of spending the night there, that wasn’t what he was here for.

When she returned, Brandon was handed a large glass. ‘JD and coke, right? Just how you like it.’ She eased back onto the lounge with her legs stretched out toward him, laying her feet on his lap as he took a sip.

‘Christ, that’s strong,’ he laughed with genuine nerves.

‘No, it’s not, you’re just a soft cock.’ Brandon felt a foot rub him through his shorts. ‘Or maybe not, you’re semi hard already.’

‘Sorry,’ he said then took a drink. He wasn’t sorry.

‘It’s a good thing, babe.’ Meghan moved her other foot over and rested it on the back of the lounge, clearly spreading and displaying her shaven pussy. It wasn’t often that she shaved, she had obviously been preparing for this night in advance. ‘All smooth for you,’ she said seeing his eyes bulge. ‘Do you still shave your balls?’

‘Sure, I always do.’

‘Mmmm. Smooth on smooth is going to feel sooo good. Take your jacket and shoes off, babe, you’ll be more comfortable.’

As he did this, she reached over for her vibrator again, and when he sat back down, drink lowering fast, she pushed the egg into herself and turned the vibration on. Brandon watched as she moaned and started playing with her clit, eyes locked on him but occasionally rolling back into her head.

‘Feels so good babe. Not as good as your cock though, I miss you inside me so much.’

A foot slid under his shirt and started rubbing his chest. Brandon flinched a little, but she could feel his heart beating as she did it, and that excited her. ‘Finish that drink and come play with me.’

Brandon found himself doing as she commanded, and once the drink had burned its way down his throat, he put the glass down. This is what he was here for, may as well get on with it! Sliding his shirt over his head, he then instinctively moved on top of her.

Meghan embraced him, staring deep into his eyes, the egg still vibrating deep within her.

Something wasn’t quite right though. As the seconds passed Brandon felt his head starting to spin and his body tingle. One drink shouldn’t have that effect on him, but maybe it was complicated by how damn horny he was. Surrendering to it, he lent down and kissed her, and the second their lips met Meghan went wild, passionately returning his kiss and wrapping a leg around him, thrusting her hips up towards him desperately.

‘God, I need this,’ she said when their lips parted for a moment. She started tugging at his pants, and his hand found her pussy and a thumb found its way inside. ‘This body is all for you tonight. I want you throbbing inside me.’

Soon he was naked on top of her, and she reached down to wrap her small hands around his cock. ‘Mmmm,’ she moaned, clearly drunk, ‘the vibrator is driving me wild, but I think it’s your turn.’

One hand around his member, she used the other to slowly pull the egg out of herself. She took the time to slide her arms out of her nighty, and let it fell apart, revealing her 16B breasts, which Brandon quickly took advantage of as Meghan started to tug at this cock again.

‘Please fuck me,’ she begged, pulling him close.

Brandon sucked on her breasts as he reached over to his shorts.

‘What’s wrong?’ she gasped.

‘Condom,’ he said.

Her legs tightening around him and Brandon felt her hips rise. ‘It’s not like you’ve never fucked me before.’ She was staring into his eyes as he lay breathless on top of her. ‘I can’t wait, baby. I need you inside me.’

‘We should be safe.’ Brandon felt the tip of his cock touch her slit and she started rubbing his cockhead up and down her wetness.

‘Take me. Smooth, skin on skin. I trust you. Feel how wet I am. Push in.’

Strategically, he pressed his lips against hers, and as the kissed managed to retrieve a condom from his pants one handed.

Meghan groaned and her tongue found its way into his mouth. He could feel her powerful legs pulling him close, and he struggled to open the condom packaging.

‘Just fuck me,’ Meghan groaned desperately.

Brandon felt her hand pull his penis towards her, pushing her hips up and tightening her legs until the tip was forced to penetrate her. After the first, wet taste, Brandon managed to pull out and roll the condom on. This was met by a disapproving groan, but Meghan eagerly took his shaft back into her with haste.

Her womanhood was incredibly wet, and he started thrusting, leaning down and kissing her shoulder while she ran her fingers affectionately through his hair. For a time, they pushed and thrust and rubbed against each other like desperate animals. They both needed this, and despite their romantic problems they had both been more than a match for each other sexually.

After a time, Meghan relaxed her legs and gently pushed against his chest. ‘Bedroom,’ she panted starting to sweat.

They moved off the lounge and she took his hand like a lover and lead him to her room.

The bedroom was the same as last time he had been there. Neat, dark, smelling of incense and femininity. As he reached the edge of the bed, he turned to take her in his arms, but before he could he felt two soft hands impact his chest, and he fell back onto the covers.

Brandon laughed and shuffled into a more standard position, before Meghan suddenly yet carefully leapt on top of him, straddling his stomach and holding his hands above his head. Her legs locked tight against his sides. There was a look in her eyes as she stared down at him, something he had never seen before and it made him feel a little uncomfortable.

‘Do you trust me?’ she asked.

The answer was a resounding ‘hell no’, however, Brandon knew he couldn’t say that to a girl he was naked in bed with. So, instead, he meekly answered in the affirmative.

Her smile broadened. ‘Close your eyes, sexy.’

Brandon obeyed, what else was he going to do? Go home? There was a deep need in him to ejaculate, and while he was here and Meghan was keen, he was going to take advantage of the situation. Lord knew he wasn’t going to come back again. This was a one off.

In what felt like a hasty manoeuvre, Brandon felt something cold latch around both of his wrists. His eyes snapped open, but he already knew he was trapped.

‘Um, what are you doing, Meghan?’ He lightly struggled against the handcuffs as if to emphasise the question.

Only a giggle replied. With a seductive shuffle she slid off the bed, softly dragging a foot across his chest as she did. At the end of the bed, she produced a leather strap and attached to each support post, and proceeded to fasten them tightly around his ankles. This was no heat of the moment thing, these straps had been here before he arrived, she had planned this.

‘I don’t think this is a good idea,’ his voice was auditable shaky this time.

A deep, full-hearted laugh escaped her as she crawled back between his shackled legs. ‘Relax babe, trust me.’

His mind screamed, ‘fuck no!’, but again he couldn’t find a voice.

‘Just let it happen,’ she said stroking his testicles before casually sliding the condom off his rock-hard shaft.

Sliding up his body again, she paid special attention to make sure her dripping slit rubbed the full length of his raging shaft. When their lips met again, there was a fearsome desperation on her part, and as she literally took his breath away, he felt her shift slowly, and impaled herself on him.

Bit by bit she slid down, moaning as she did, until he felt himself deep within her again.

‘Should really use a condom,’ he reinforced.

Meghan just smiled and started to move. Her motions were slow yet manipulative, already he was feeling a twinge within his testicles.

With each stroke she would move up his penis until he almost exited her, then slid down to the hilt before thrusting her hips forward a little and clenching what seemed like every muscle in her body. As she thrust down and forward, almost painfully hard, Brandon felt his tip hit resistance, which seemed to drive her on even more. A strange groan escaped her, filled with pleasure, but also a distinct nervousness.

‘Do you feel that? She gasped, pushing down with such force it actually made Brandon a little sick to the stomach.

‘Fuck yes,’ he replied as he felt himself push against her.

‘You’re so big, you’re hitting my cervix.’

It was a strange thing to say, and alarm bells started to chime in Brandon’s head as he put the pieces together.

‘Don’t hold back,’ she chimed. ‘I want you to come whenever you need to, baby.’

‘I wanna cum all over your tits.’

‘No,’ she insisted thrusting, ‘I want it in me. You never came inside be before. I want it, and I know you do too.’

His heart was pounding, and it was no longer just the sexual excitement. ‘Let me cum on your tits, we’ll take a picture of it. It will be so hot.’

Meghan was having none of that. ‘It will be hotter to feel your bare cock throbbing inside of me, pressing against my cervix.’

Brandon struggled, but was under not illusion that the bonds were real, and high quality. He submitted just for a moment to compose himself. ‘Are you on the pill?’

Her lips pressed into his forcefully, but Brandon couldn’t find it within himself to return the kiss this time. When she broke away, she was panting, her hot, moist breath engulfing his ear as she whispered, ‘I’m so horny knowing what you’re doing to me. Let yourself go babe, it’s me.’

‘What am I doing to you? You’re the one doing all the work, sexy.’

She sat up, thrusting down hard and ran her soft hands over his chest while staring deep into his eyes. ‘You’re making me pregnant.’

‘What?’ Brandon attempted to sit up, but with unusual reflexes Meghan pressed her hands into his shoulders and utilised her weight to pin him to the bed. ‘Relax. Just let it happen. It’s so natural, so right.’

The hell it was! It was anything but right. He really shouldn’t be here, she was his ex, and was surely not over him. This was not to mention that he was restrained against his will. How was that right?

‘Meghan, get off,’ he demanded starting to panic.

‘God, I am getting off, baby, and you will too, deep inside me.’

‘Stop it. I’m not going to get you pregnant, Meghan. Untie me!’

She giggled. ‘Oh, but you will, you can’t stop it, don’t even try, baby, it’s ok. Sooner or later you’ll cum, and you’ll be a father. You can’t stop it, babe.’

Oh god, she was right! His body would betray him. He needed to do something, anything. Realistically, what could he do? Call for help? Scream rape? Even if someone did call the police, by the time they arrived it would be too late to stop Meghan’s insemination. Perhaps he could play along, act like he wanted this and that it was turning him on, in the hopes she would release his arms to be a more active participant. He could then gain physical control over the situation.

No, Meghan was no fool, there was no way she would fall for that.

Again, he felt his wet knob press hard against her cervix, and an involuntary moan escaped him. Holy shit that felt good! Brandon took a deep, deliberate, breath and close his eyes. He attempted to think of something, anything, to stem the surge of semen which was desperate to be unleashed.

On top of him, Meghan was panting as she moved, and the cute little noises she was creating make it even harder for him to concentrate. Again, his tip hit her cervix, but this time so much pressure was applied her body opened just a little.

‘Right there!’ she exclaimed, lost in lust. ‘Cum right there!’

‘Meghan, no!’

‘Brandon, yes!’

It wouldn’t take much, oh god it wouldn’t take much, a moment of lost concentration and he would be hers. Such a mistake coming here, damn his lack of self-control.

‘Give in,’ Meghan said, but this time there was a hint of mild annoyance in her tone. ‘It’s going to happen, just relax. Enjoy. You’re so sexy, you were made to do this to me.’

Brandon opened his eyes and looked up at her pleadingly, and this time he saw affection and understanding in her face. He felt genuine loving hands on his chest.

‘It’s ok to be scared,’ she assured him, ‘I am too.’

Suddenly, Meghan trust down hard in a jerking motion, squeezing Brandon’s cock as she hit rock bottom. ‘Do it,’ she begged repeating the violent thrust. ‘I know you’re almost there.’

A third time she thrust down and felt him tense. She screamed, and Brandon felt her grip his cock as she came hard.

He managed one final protest before she thrust down once more in mid orgasm, holding her place as Brandon groaned and tried to fight it, but knew it was too late. The first pulse seemed to come from his entire body, and must have shot into Meghan with tremendous speed. That one shot ejaculate smashing into Meghan’s cervix would have been enough, but strong pulse of orgasm that followed were more powerful than Brandon had ever experienced.

‘Oh god!’ Meghan exclaimed. ‘Oh shit! We’re really doing this! You’re making me pregnant!’

Brandon would have wondered if she was suddenly having second thoughts, but was too caught up in the incredible sensation of natural breeding to care. Their bodies responded to one another as if they were meant to be, and the look on Meghan’s face was one of pure satisfaction. She had seduced the male she wanted, and now, he was going to be the father of her child.

When their bodies finally began to calm from their mating frenzy, and breathing slowly returned to normal, Meghan removed Brandon’s wrist restraints and took his hands in hers. Brandon was in a strange place. Sexually he was satisfied, however there was terror deep down inside about what had just transpired and who was in bed at this moment.

Meghan placed Brandon’s hands on her smooth, plump, stomach and smiled down at him. ‘You’re going to be a daddy.’

‘What the fuck, Meghan?’ he asked with little energy left.

She kissed him sweetly and he responded with passion.

‘Stay with me tonight.’

Brandon’s head was still spinning from that drink. ‘I don’t think I’m going anywhere tonight.’

She giggled, jumping off him and releasing his legs. ‘Want another drink?’

He smiled. ‘Why not.’

 

Primal

PRIMAL

 

(Copyright © Ryan Oberon 2020)

 

Jennifer lay on the warmed pavers beside the pool, her new, deep-blue bikini far too small for her. Dress for the body you want, not the one you have, right?

She loved it out here, it was so peaceful.

Their nearest neighbours were almost a mile away, and even if her hubby had been home, the bushy pines surrounding the pool area made it a private paradise. Jennifer knew, however, that she wouldn’t be able to stay out for too long, her pale skin was already starting to redden.

The phone beside her vibrated twice, and Jennifer let out a disgruntled groan. She knew who it would be. Paradise lost.

‘Hey, babe,’ the message read, ‘howz my best girl?’ He still spoke to her like she was a teenager sometimes, despite being thirty-two next week.

‘Shouldn’t you be working?’ She tried to make her annoyed tone come through in a text message. ‘You know, so you can come home sometime?’

Scott’s job as an engineer at the mines had been the catalyst of many arguments between the two lately. Scott would fly out to the mines and leave her alone for weeks at a time. No wonder they didn’t have time to start their family, they were rarely in the same place at the same time.

Another text followed. ‘What are you wearing?’

Jennifer attempted to create a witty reply, but instead sent, ‘My new bikini. But it’s too tight, it’s starting to hurt me.’

There was a moment before the response. ‘You’re walking around the home in your bikini? That’s kinda hot.’

‘No, you idiot, I’m laying by the pool.’

‘Then you should just take it off. No one can see you down there, and besides, you need to work on your tan lines.’

This infuriated Jennifer, and she hammered a reply. ‘Goodbye, Scott. Go work.’

This time, she turned her phone off before laying back and stretching out. As her bikini bottoms dug into her again, she let out an annoyed moan. Fuck, maybe Scott was right, no one was going to see her, she should be comfortable in being naked on her own property, even if it was outside.

An erotic tingle swept over her as she thought about it. This would be a first for Jennifer, and the idea excited her. Naked in nature, there was something sexual about it, and almost primordial.

Hesitating, she bit her lip and slowly rose to her feet. Hell, the birds in the surrounding trees were naked, this was what nature intended right?

The decision had been made, and before she could change her mind Jennifer removed her top. The moment her exposed breasts were hit by the warm spring sunlight her nipples hardened.

In a moment of aroused spontaneity, she threw her top into the deep end of the pool. There, no more being shy. With a newfound self-assurance, she slipped out of her bottoms and tossed them into the depths.

It did feel so much better, but she couldn’t help but be aroused by the whole situation. It felt good to be like this, as if being with clothing was the unnatural and it’s how she was meant to be.

Over the next twenty minutes or so of sunbathing, Jennifer’s mind began to drift.

It always seemed too long since the last time her man had taken her body and engaged in the most primitive and natural acts. She could imagine him on top of her, right now, his weight pinning her down, the pressure between her thighs constantly increasing until her body gave in, and his thick phallus penetrated her.

She imagined his grunts and moans as he thrust inside of her, his strength and confidence reflected in each pelvic push. When he finally started to pulse inside of her, she would imagine his sperm swimming and fighting their way to assault her egg. She would imagine conception, and lay there in exhausted bliss, knowing he had used her to continue his genetic line.

Fuck! Jennifer couldn’t take it anymore; she lifted her knees and slid two fingers into herself. Now more than ever she was desperate for Scott to come home and make her a mother. Right here, beside the pool, or in the back yard, or on the hood of his car the moment he arrived home.

Running her free hand over her belly, she imaged herself backing out in a moment of frightened hesitation, telling him she wasn’t ready for this, but it would be too late to stop it, Scott would inseminate her anyway.

This erotic fantasy played out in her mind could have gone on for ages, had it not been for the sound of a brushcutter starting up. Oh fuck! Someone was there!

Heart accelerating, Jennifer leapt to her feet and entered the water with a terribly uncoordinated splash. Luckily, her bikini had been easy to locate, and with some skill she had managed to put it back on before even leaving the water.

There had been no intension of going for a dip today, and she rarely bought a towel to lay on at this time of year, and so, with water cascading down her smooth skin, Jennifer exited the pool area and headed down the bushy path which led to the main grassy backyard.

Up closer to the house, there was a tall, shirtless man attacking weeds with the brushcutter. Over the noise of the two-stroke engine, there was no way he was going to hear her approach, and she was almost at the house before he spotted her and killed the engine.

‘Oh, good morning,’ he said through a thick beard in a strong voice. ‘I didn’t think anyone was ‘ere.’

Jennifer was very aware of her near nakedness, and tried her best not to let her unease show. ‘Um, hi, can I help you?’

He quickly glanced down at her breasts, and she could tell he was resisting a smartarse comment.

It an almost tit for tat response, Jennifer glanced down at his chest, only then noticing that under this thick black body hair he was absolutely ripped!

‘I’m Johnno,’ he introduced, ‘your hubby hired me to mow the lawn and attack the jungle. I tried calling ya earlier but got voice mail.’

Shit!

‘Didn’t mean to interrupt ya swim.’ A slight smirk barely made it through the beard.

‘I think I’m done for now,’ Jennifer declared. ‘I’ll be in the house if you need anything.’

‘Nah worries, I’ll get right to it. Have a good one.’

Jennifer raced inside and closed the door before her cheeks could get any redder.

There was a moment of school girl like hesitation, before she ran to the kitchen window and peered out. She watched in fascination as he bent over to start the brushcutter again, his arm and back muscles flexing as he yanked the starter cord.

Damn, if it wasn’t for the beard and excess body hair, he would have been bloody hot!

Quickly, she ran upstairs to the bedroom to finish herself off. Christ, if men could have spank banks, she could have moot memory or something, couldn’t she? Jennifer had always hated that term moot, but it grossed Scott out so she delighted in using it.

Her bikini went flying across the room and she jumped onto the bed.

The biggest dildo she had was only seven inches, and relatively thick. It would do, she went right to work on herself. This time, her imagination went not to thoughts of her husband, but to the man in her own backyard. Jennifer played out another fantasy in her active mind. Johno would come to the door and ask for a cold drink. Despite the fact she would be dressed in only a towel after her shower, she would lead him to the lounge room and get a beer.

As he drank it, the liquid would spill down his beard, neck and chest, like and 80s beer commercial. When he was done, he would move to her, and she wouldn’t resist as he pulled her arms away from her chest, allowing the towel to fall uselessly to the ground.

‘I’m married,’ she would lightly protest.

‘Then he should be takin’ care of business,’ he would retort, pushing her onto the lounge and mounting her.

There would be no denying him when he finally penetrated her. He would take what he wanted and she would be powerless to stop him.

When the time came for him to finish, her uterus would be defenceless against his powerful sperm and —

Oh god! She came violently, out of breath and overheating. Holy fuck! What was she thinking? She had to calm down, her desires were driving her mad and would only end in trouble.

Jennifer flicked on the TV and chose a movie. This was not how she expected today to go. Scott better hurry up and get back to her.

 

 

It was about five o’clock that afternoon and three wines into the evening when Jennifer heard a knock at the back door. As expected, it was Johnno, covered in sweat and grass.

‘I’m done for the day,’ he declared. ‘Big job. I’ll see you again tomorrow.’

‘Sure thing.’

‘I take it you’ll be by the pool again,’ he added with cheek.

‘I think it’ll rain,’ she said looking at the darkening sky.

‘Alright, see ya then.’

 

 

Later that night and seven wines in this time, Jennifer lay in the bath, her head spinning slightly and her body tingling. Her mind kept wondering what it would be like to have that man on top of her, and every time she thought about it a sexual tingle swept over her.

Johnno’s number was burning a hole in her inbox. The tipsier she got the more she wanted to send him a message, but she had no idea what to say.

After one more drink and a toilet break, she picked up her phone and started typing.

‘If it’s raining tomorrow, will you still be coming?’ She pushed send and her heart started racing. What the fuck was she doing? She was a married woman, neglected yes, but still married.

The phone vibrated and taking a deep breath she opened the message.

‘Depends. Will ya be in that cute little bikini again?’

Jennifer almost spat out her drink. ‘I’m not sure. It’s too tight for me.’

A few moments later, ‘Something else then?’

‘Something…’ Jennifer had no idea what she was doing, this had probably gone on too far already.

Johnno had probably downed a few beers; she should put her phone down and hope he had forgotten about it all in the morning. She was about to do so when another message came though, and her curiosity got the better of her.

‘And don’t say ya got nuffin to wear, ‘cause you know the answer to that…’

Don’t respond, what was left of her national mind screamed.

‘Wear nuffin.’

Jennifer’s rational mind was being pushed aside. How could she not respond to that?

‘I think if you showed up tomorrow and I was naked you would have a heart attack.’

‘You’d be surprised how tough my heart is. Hard as a rock.’

‘LOL.’

‘That’s not the only thing hard after seeing you today.’

Oh fuck! Christ, please don’t send a dick pic. What the hell was she going to say if he did?

That was it, she had to end this, she had to take the high ground. ‘The only hard I expect tomorrow, is hard work.’

With the hour getting late, and quite pleased with herself at her message, Jennifer pulled herself out of the bath and dried off.

Making her way from the ensuite to the bed her phone went off again, and without thinking she answered it.

‘Oh I’ll work hard. In fact, if I find ya have nuffin to wear, I’ll show ya how hard I can work.’

Jennifer got into bed, and despite her racing mind and pounding heart, she was out like a light.

 

 

The next morning was overcast but nowhere near cold as Jennifer walked nervously down to the pool area. The same bikini from the previous day clung tight to her body, though this time she bought a towel with her as well.

Placing the towel down on the pavers, she looked around. What was she doing? This was stupid. She should just run inside and hide for the rest of the day, and things would return to normal. Then again, normal and dull wasn’t what she was after.

That was the catalyst, and within moments of this thought, her bikini was at the bottom of the pool again.

Laying down nervously, Jennifer closed her eyes and pondered what he would do when he arrived and found her like this. Perhaps he would come, she would tease, they would flirt, and later that night exchange sexy text messages and perhaps the odd photo while they got themselves off.

Somehow, she didn’t believe herself.

For what seemed like oh so long, she lay there, a slight breeze gliding over her bare, freshly shaven skin. Finally, a noise broke the wait. A hedge trimmer perhaps? Maybe he had forgotten their conversation of the previous night, she could retrieve her cloths and this would be nothing but an innocent flirt.

He was there, in her yard, somewhere close, and here she was, naked and very vulnerable. Should she go to him? Should she flee back to the house? Continue as normal?

Suddenly, the bushy top of one of the hedges on the far side of the pool fell to the ground, and there stood a shirtless Johnno atop a ladder, holding a hedge trimmer as if it were a mighty chainsaw.

Jennifer froze, her eyes locked on his, her chest distinctively rising and falling.

The instinct to cover herself was present, though she resisted as she saw a look of surprise on his face.

He had not expected she would actually do it. It seemed like it was a first for both of them.

‘Morning!’ he yelled over the sound of machinery.

Jennifer felt a wave of mischief course through her. Slowly, she slid one hand down her stomach and over her inner thigh.

‘Hard work, remember?’ she called back with a smirk.

‘Hard won’t be a problem today!’

‘Back to work, garden boy!’

He continued with the hedges but lingered much longer than was needed.

Jennifer played on her phone and pretended she didn’t notice his eyes on her, but inside her adrenalin was pumping.

A moan of sexual frustration escaped her lips when he finally disappeared behind the trees. One thing was for sure, he would have trouble concentrating on his work now! Although, it looked as if his work would be cut short, the clouds were turning an ever more menacing grey, and Jennifer wasn’t sure how much longer she could stay out as the temperature dropped.

Laying there, she closed her eyes as she listened to the sound of Johnno working in the distance. She flinched as the first drop of rain hit her upper chest. When the downpour hit, it was with an intensity beyond expectation.

Before Jennifer could even stand and make a run for the house, her towel was drenched beyond use, and her bikini was still at the bottom of the pool.

There was nothing for it, she carefully ran towards the house in nothing but her birthday suit.

A few steps after exiting the pool enclosure her left foot hit a particularly slippery patch of grass and down she went. There was a muddy splash as she hit the surface, and an intense yet brief pain rocketed though her body.

Fuck!

For a moment Jennifer just laid there embarrassed, naked, rain cascading over her body and washing off the mud and freshly cut grass clippings.

From across the yard Johnno was already running towards her. Shirtless, with rain running over his muscles, he looked like some kind of rugged god. Could his moment get more embarrassing?

‘Get ya inside, huh?’ he said towering over her and extending a hand.

With a forced smile and red cheeks, Jennifer accepted his offer. What a day this was turning out to be, she wouldn’t soon forget it.

As he supported her, she began to ascent, however gravity and elements of traction again got the better of her, and down she went. This time, however, Johnno went with her, unable to keep his balance while not wanting to let go of her hand.

When their watery crash came to its finish, Jennifer found Johnno half laying on her, his head resting on her chest. Expectations were that he would rise and try to assist her again, but instead he propped himself up and suddenly Jennifer felt the warmth of his mouth engulfing her large left nipple.

Instinctively, she wrapped an arm around him, but her mind was racing and struggling to keep with events unfolding. When she felt his hand glide between her legs and start stroking, her mind almost exploded.

‘No,’ she struggled through the rain and her own failing breath, ‘not like this.’

His mouth vacated her now fully erect nipple, and he started into her eyes, smiling down at her. She felt two fingers penetrate her and she let out a deep moan.

‘Please,’ she gasped, her legs parting. Was she saying please yes or please no?

Her mind was a blur, the rain poured down over them as he thrust his finger in and out of her, his lips exploring her neck and shoulders and breasts.

‘Not like this,’ she pleaded again, resisting the burning urge to give in completely and allowing him to have his way with her.

Johnno moved on top of her. He was powerful and strong. Jennifer had no illusions that she was at this man’s sexual mercy, and she liked it. Although within her she was torn. There was the burning primal desire to allow this to happen, and escalate into an inevitable conclusion. On the other hand, this whole situation was wrong, wasn’t it?

She was married and committed and that was important right?

Laying there in the rain, under this brutish man, there was the overwhelming feeling deep within her that this was the most natural thing. The way it was meant to be, the very thing her body was not only designed for, but even craved.

After a time, Johnno’s fingers slid out of her, but didn’t penetrate again. Instead, he fumbled with his pants, and Jennifer’s heart skipped as she felt the warm tip of his raging hard penis touch the lips of her pussy.

‘No,’ she said half-heartedly.

‘Yes,’ he said with conviction, pushing into her with ease and fluidity.

He felt so thick inside her, and she wrapped one smooth leg around him as her body superseded all rational thought emanating from her mind.

‘Oh god,’ she grasped as his powerful hips started to thrust. ‘Oh no!’

He glided in and out of her with snug ease. It should have been cold laying in the mud and rain, but Jennifer felt on fire. Every inch of her body was reacting to his touch like it was the first time she had truly been wanted with such a passion.

As her hands slide over his wet and hairy back, she realized what they were doing. They were breeding. There was nothing to stop this from happening but the willpower she knew she no longer possessed. If she let this continue, this impressive male specimen would inseminate her.

‘Can’t,’ she mumbled. Not only was the pleasure between her legs hindering her speech, but her own internal conflicts were clouding things.

‘Ya can,’ he grunted, ‘and I know ya wanna.’

Did he know the extent of what they were doing? ‘I’m not on anything,’ she managed, instinctively and unconsciously thrusting her hips up, flinching as it corresponded with his downward thrust.

The confession seemed only to turn him on, but he said with an obvious self-confidence, ‘If ya think ya can stop, just tell me to stop.’

Jennifer could say nothing as he continued to fuck her.

‘Tell me to stop,’ he repeated.

Jennifer started meeting his every thrust.

‘Then tell me to pull out, cum on ya tits or something.’

Jennifer almost cried with sexual frustration. She didn’t want this to stop, her body wanted an ending that would result in her biological destiny.

The thought of this resulting in pregnancy drove Jennifer wild. Her toes curled as he hit the right spot and started increasing the pace of their mating. Jennifer knew she wasn’t going to last long. The opportunity to stop, to have this not end in conception, was fading as fast as her will power.

She kept trying to convince herself that if she would just get off, she would tell him to pull out all would be fine. The only evidence this had happened would be the memory of cheating on her husband. Deep down though, under the layers of denial, she knew this was just a fabrication.

He started to grunt like an animal, and a twinge of pain hit as he grabbed her right breast hard with his strong hand. He was penetrating her hard, Jennifer could feel his bloated balls with their dangerous payload pressing against her with each thrust, a constant reminder that he was very capable of making her a mother.

Jennifer could feel her impending orgasm building like a storm, ready to take over her if she let it. ‘Oh god,’ she managed again.

Johnno was nearing his end, she could tell by the way he trusted, the way he touched her and ethe desperation in his breath.

Every part of Jennifer’s mind was screaming at her to stop, now was the time before it was too late. Her husband never had to know, it could just be between her and this hulk of a man between her legs.

On the other hand, her body was having none of that. Her hormones were raging, desperate for him to push deep inside and make her pregnant.

Her orgasm hit and it was all he needed. ‘Fuck,’ he groaned, pushing in deep before quickly withdrawing. His cock erupted and large spurt of spray over her lower stomach, followed by another and another.

‘Fuck, you’re hot,’ he smiled.

The rain was getting worse. Jennifer looked up at him with a peculiar mixture of shock and sexual desire. Without a word, she took his hand and leg him into the house.

Thoughts of what just happened raced through her mind. She led him into her bedroom and into the shower.

Mud and grass caked their bodies. Heart still racing like a school girl, Jennifer turned on the water and ran soap over his hairy chest. Should she ask him to leave?

Her hands explored him as they washed each other, and now, out of the rain, she could see him naked in all of his manly glory, and it excited her more than ever.

Gently, he pushed her against the tiles and kissed her with renewed desire. It was then that she knew she was truly committed to this, and its consequences.

Her hand searched for the water tap as they kissed, and once the flow was stemmed, she led him out of the stall, the entire time their lips not parting.

Drying each other off was done with a frenzied desperation, and Jennifer couldn’t help but notice his penis standing almost straight up. It was the first time she had seen his organ erect and in all its glory, and for a second, she lost her breath. It was what she would haver considered an average length, but my god was it thick! It looked even thicker than it had felt penetrating her earlier.

A large, preeminent vein ran the length of his organ which stood proud and ready. The bloated tip had been covered in a natural foreskin only moments before, but now protruded unsheathed. Its opening seemed large and dangerous, ready to eject its potent and life-producing mixture.

Timidly, she reached for it and holding it firmly she guided him towards the bed, eyes closed, resting her head on his chest. First, she felt the soft carpet under her feet, then the bed pressed against the back of her legs, and she fell backwards, taking him with her.

Releasing him, she shuffled into a more comfortable position, and was surprised when he did not follow. His scraggly beard pressed against her womanhood only moments before his tongue penetrated her.

There was no holding back the convulsive inhalation which followed. Feminine fingers entwined with his hair and pulled his head hard against her. Jennifer raised her right leg in ecstasy, gradually bringing it down and resting her foot on his back.

It was an unmistakable truth that Johnno was going to be the father of her child. The primal and uncontrollable need to breed had overcome women’s better judgement since the day of time, and now, it was Jennifer’s turn to give herself to it.

A violent orgasm suddenly struck her, and Jennifer’s back arched like some form of demonic creature. ‘Just take me,’ she screamed when it all became too much.

Leaving his position, Johnno began to climb on top of her, kissing his way towards her face as he went. Submissively, she welcomed him between her thick thighs.

With fiery eyes filled with lust he looked down at her as he gently probed her entrance as if to test the waters.

‘Breed me,’ she panted struggling for air, ‘make me pregnant. No one ever has to know.’

The implications of the words coming out of her mouth terrified her, but she had meant them. Hovering above her, this hulk of a man stared into her eyes, and for a moment, Jennifer thought she glimpsed hesitation, until she felt the slippery tip of his shaft move forward.

‘You don’t have to worry about anything,’ she assumed him, grabbing his buttocks and pulling his hips towards her. ‘Just take my body, and leave me used and pregnant.’

‘What will ya husband say?’ he asked with mischief in his voice as he slid into her slowly.

‘Oh god,’ she groaned as he bottomed out. ‘He will think the kid is his.’

As if he needed more encouragement, Jennifer engulfed him with her legs and locked her feet together behind him. When he withdrew just a little too far, she tensed her leg muscles and thrust her hips back towards him. A short and surprised grunt emanated from deep within his throat as she did this.

‘Do it to me,’ she whined becoming more aroused by the second. ‘Do it.’

Any reservations he may have had evaporated. Animalistic grunts filled the room, and his thrusts became almost violent.

Jennifer winced in pain when he became more aggressive. A sudden sense of fear overcame her, and she dug her fingernails into his back, only much later realising she had drawn blood.

Without slowing his pace, Johnno’s lips latched onto her shoulder and he started sucking hard.

‘Nooo!’ she groaned gasping his hair and attempting unsuccessfully to remove his head from her. ‘Hubby will see!’

This only seemed to arouse him more, and when his lips finally started a journey to her breasts, Jennifer knew he had left a significant mark.

‘Stop,’ she gasped feeling panic sweep over her. There was little chance of hiding this from her husband! God her body wanted it though!

‘This is what ya want, isn’t it?’ he grunted. The next thrust seemed to hit her very depths. ‘To be bred like a horny animal.’

As if to emphasise the point, the throbbing head of his shaft hit her cervix, and for a moment he held it there, applying pressure inside her.

As she gasped, Jennifer lifted a leg high into the air and pointed her toes towards the heavens. For a second she though he was about to cum, but he grabbed her hips and continued with slower, yet keep and powerful, rhythms.

When feet once again locked behind him, Jennifer started a series of short upwards thrusts, impaling herself on his shaft as he thrust down.

Hormones ran without restraint. Her body was so ready for this, ready for the virile sperm of a strong male to attack her egg and inseminate her.

Fluid ran easily, covering his sex organ. It was so easy for him to move inside her now, so wet, so ready to conceive.

Muscles throughout Johnno’s body began to tense, but the woman under him was far too gone to lust to notice. Sexual relief flooded over her as Jennifer’s orgasm boiled over uncontrollable.

Three sharp thrusts later Johnno’s engorge head collided with Jennifer’s cervix. She threw her head back and screamed, and for a moment he just held his position, keeping pressure against her cervix until finally, the first forceful throb manifested. The first jet of fertile seamen was on its way, and they both knew, there was no turning back now, they were making a baby together.

The series of breeding pulses which followed surprised Jennifer a little. Each twitch seemed so powerful, so determined to inseminate her as ropes of DNA were deposited into her most precious place.

With her final reserve of energy, Jennifer held onto Johnno with very muscle, until his ejaculation slowed and eventually ceased.

He looked down at her, painting, but with a rather satisfied look on his face. ‘Ya safe right?’ he asked.

Jennifer couldn’t tell if he was serious or joking, and couldn’t help but laugh as she shook her head.

‘Fuck,’ he smiled as he withdrew and went to retrieve his cloths.

When he returned, his clothes were in his hand but he was making no effort to put them on. This thick, and still slippery, penis hung between his muscular legs proudly like a conqueror. In a strange way, that was exactly what he was.

‘Better go,’ he declared walking over to her, confident in his nudity.

Laying there, used and exhausted, Jennifer couldn’t think of anything witty to say.

The brute of a man moved over to her, and Jennifer thought he was going to kiss her, but instead his mouth latched onto her right nipple as sucked for a moment before retreating. ‘Till next time, huh?’

Jennifer’s mouth dropped as he walked out of the door. What a bastard! But then, that was what she had wanted wasn’t it?

Slowly, her hands glided down to her belly, and she began to stroke up and down. Thoughts of her belly swelling with a child that wasn’t her husbands now came to the forefront of her mind.

There was still a chance to prevent the conception, but as much as Jennifer didn’t want to admit it to herself, the idea of letting fate decide was exciting beyond explanation.

The rain outside continued to fall without sign of reprieve. Jennifer had made her proverbial bed; it would be cheating fate not to sleep in it.

Nervously, but with a hint of anticipation, she pulled the covers over her naked body and tried to sleep.

 

Craving Kya

CRAVING KYA

(Copyright © Ryan Oberon 2017)

 

When Mike awoke things just didn’t seem right. The sun was not yet up, that much was for certain, but the large, yet elegant figure of his wife wasn’t snuggled in bed beside him. Something wasn’t right. His head was still spinning from the consumption of alcohol during the previous night’s party, and after groping for his phone he found it was only 2:45am.

Where the hell was Kya?

The night had been a bit of a wild ride, what had started as a housewarming party for their new abode had quickly escalated into a drunken night to remember. Mike had retreated to the comfort of their bed when guests had started to leave, however the invitation to spend the night had been open to all.

Who knew who might have stayed? His wife Kya was a night owl anyway, but this was late even for her.

Mike was very much aware of the eight inches of throbbing blood vessels between his legs. Fuck alcohol made him horny; he would have to find his wife and take his sexual frustrations out on her. Not that she would mind, she was even worse than he after a few drinks.

With effort, he managed to find his boxer shorts in the dark, and after a clumsy balancing act, succeeded in putting them on. They did nothing to hide his erection, but it would have to do. From the silence coming from the rest of the house everyone was asleep anyway.

As he moved through the house Mike found most people had opted to return home. His cousin Jenny was asleep on the lounge, and from the kitchen window he could see a male figure awkwardly slumbering on a recliner beside the pool.

As he progressed, however, Mike noticed a very dim light emanating from what he knew was a lava lamp in the rumpus room at the end of the main hallway. As he approached, he could hear muffled sounds, and a soft but distinct groan which made his heart leap.

What the hell?

The door was mostly closed and he approached slowly, ears desperately seeking further context. Mike had a bad habit of allowing his overreactive imagination to run free, surely this was no different, especially with the complication of his spinning head.

‘I’m so fucking drunk.’ It was clearly Kya’s voice this time, and she sounded as intoxicated as she claimed.

‘You’re so fucking sexy.’ This voice sounded familiar. Dylan? No, it was Arron, a guy Kya used to work with a few years ago.

Mike stopped just short of the door, heart racing, not daring to peer in for fear of being seen.

‘Such a bad idea,’ Kya said with little conviction.

‘Why?’ the other asked.

Kya moaned. ‘Dunno.’

What the hell? Surely not! Mike couldn’t stand there forever. He moved forward and cautiously peered through the six-inch door opening.

The view from their torso up was conveniently obscured by the lounge, but Mike didn’t need to see their faces to confirm what was going on. There was his wife, lying on the floor, panties on the carpet beside her outstretched legs, with Arron on top of her, a hand moving slowly between her legs.

‘I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.’

Kya giggled that sweet, cute laugh which first grabbed Mike’s attention when they had first met. ‘That’s the problem.’

Encouraged by this, Arron said very softly yet forcefully, ‘Touch me.’

There was a jingle of a belt buckle before Kya slid Arron’s pants down, first with her hands, then hooking her toes into his waistband and depriving him of his lover coverings.

Mike caught a glimpse of Arron’s cock before his wife grabbed for it. It was just as rock-hard as his own.

Kya stroked and Mike found his own hand reach inside his boxers. What the fuck was he doing? Was he really going to just stand there and watch his wife get used like a party favour? No, this couldn’t happen, but as he heard the sounds of Arron sucking on his wife’s huge nipples, Mike couldn’t help but stand there and stroke his painfully hard penis.

Arron started to fidget and Kya wrapped her arms around him, hooking one leg over his. Mike’s mind was spinning, and he thought he heard Kya mumble, ‘Use something.’

Arron’s voice was clear as he assured her, ‘I’ve got it covered, just relax, Kya.’

With that the sounds of intense kissing that came wafting tough the doorway, Mike’s eyes were wide as full moons as he watched and made peace with the fact that he wasn’t going to do a thing to stop this.

Arron’s hips shifted and Kya squirmed, a new groan coming from her muffled mouth, one Mike recognized instantly. It was the cute little groan of protest she made when she wanted to say no but was having trouble. Her hands moved to his hips, pushing him away, not pulling him towards, and Mike suddenly understood, but a strong sexual urge was telling him to let Arron do this to her, it wasn’t his place to stop their mating.

Arron took her hands in his and removed them from his hips. There was the slopping sound of their kiss breaking and Kya sounded out of breath when she said, ‘Get a condom.’

Mike almost came in his hand, but Arron sat up, and Mike instantly retreated behind the door. Fuck that was close! Heart pounding, Mike expected to hear the sounds of movement and maybe the rustle of packaging, but instead Kya let out of a loud, ‘Holy fuck!’

Mike looked back in to see Arron’s face buried between his wife’s legs, and Kya squirming like she was possessed by some demon.

‘Stop,’ Kya gasped. ‘Stop, it’s too much!’

Arron continued for a moment but when Kya grabbed him by the hair and pulled him away from her snatch, he leaped back on top of her, and Mike could hear the passionate kissing continuing.

Again, Arron’s hips repositioned and Mike imagined the throbbing head of Arron’s manhood pressing against his wife’s dripping wet opening.

‘Condom,’ Kya said again, halfway between a kiss and into Arron’s mouth by the sound of it.

The same moan escaped Kya’s mouth again as Arron’s hips seemed to move forward a little. Again, Kya grabbed his hips and gently pushed him away, but with a desperate and longing groan Arron thrust forward, slowly but with dedication.

Kya almost screamed out, and she wrapped a leg around him, but gasped, ‘No.’

‘No what?’ Arron asked as he started thrusting.

There was silence, nothing but the sound of Kya’s heavy breathing before she finally said, ‘Fuck, just do it.’

‘Do what?’ he teased; his thrust ever forceful but slow.

‘Meee!’

A jet of seamen started to make its way up Mike’s shaft. Instantly he stopped stroking, taking three deep breaths to calm himself, and managed to avoid a full-blown orgasm for now. He didn’t want to cum, not yet. Besides, would he feel differently about the situation once he had? Would he regret not having stopped things before Arron penetrated Kya? Maybe. Maybe not, but he intended to delay finding the answer as long as he could.

Kya dug her nails into Arron’s back and Mike heard a muffled scream. She must have her faced pressed into his shoulder.

‘Easy babe,’ Arron hushed. ‘Don’t want Mike to wake up, do you?’

‘God, I don’t care anymore.’ Mike watched as Kya thrust her hips up to Arron’s as if to emphasise the point. Just at that moment, she locked her legs around him and cried out again, her entire body shuddering.

Mike started stroking himself again as he witnessed his wife cum.

‘Oh fuck, Kya!’ Arron groaned.

Mike could imagine Kya’s body contracting around Arron’s cock, coaxing it, massaging it, daring it. He could tell Arron was struggling to hold his composure. His thrusts became more desperate and slightly faster, he was moaning and his hands were now moving all over every part of Kya’s body, squeezing, gliding, grasping.

Mike almost felt disconnected from his own body, like some voyeuristic ghost watching Kya surrender her beautiful chubby body to this man. Only the stroking between his legs kept him grounded in reality.

‘I’m not gonna last long,’ he proclaimed.

Kya giggled. ‘I have that effect on men,’ she managed between gasps of air.

Arron pushed deep and she jerked a little as he bottomed out, then relaxed as he pulled back in preparation for another thrust.

The next few words spoken between them were soft, barely a whisper, but Mike thought he heard Arron ask, ‘Are you safe?’

Kya’s reply was a little clearer, and Mike detected a very distinct tone of nervousness in her voice, ‘Would you stop if I wasn’t?’

There was no reply, but their momentum increased, and with each penetration Kya seemed to be getting more and more worked up. ‘Oh god,’ she gasped, and Mike heard the sounds of them kissing again. She clawed at him and squeezed her thigh muscles.

Mike recognised her excitement; she was at the point where she could do almost anything. If he was honest with himself, Mike was at that point where he would let her do anything as well, as long as he could keep his vigil.

‘Come on,’ Kya whispered between breaths. ‘Come on. Do it.’

She ran her smooth legs over him and dug her nails into his buttocks.

‘Just do it!’ she almost screamed in desperation as she started to cum again.

‘Jesus, Kya!’

Mike lost it, the first spurt of cum exited his penis like a bullet and hit his boxer shorts. He watched as Arron tensed and pushed forward hard one last time. There was no denying he was ejaculating into Kya with the force of a man younger than he was.

Kya’s legs were locked around him; he was going nowhere until she was done with him.

The mess Mike had suddenly made was hardly anything to worry about. Right now, his mind was foggy with lust and spinning with alcohol and the thoughts of not only what he just let happen, but the fact that he stood there and watched the whole thing transpire.

Kya and Arron lay there for a few moments until their orgasms began to subside. When their lust slowly started to cool, Kya began to fidget under the man. ‘I should go,’ she said before kissing him.

Mike was thinking the same thing, before he was caught! Then again, what would they do if they did catch him? He wasn’t the one cheating on his spouse.

‘You should stay.’

‘I can’t. I need a shower, and if Mike wakes up, he’ll wonder where I got to.’

‘I thought you didn’t care,’ Arron teased.

‘Might turn him on,’ she admitted in jest. She released him from her grasp and hesitantly he withdrew from her.

Mike quickly retreated down the hallway and back to the bedroom. He peeled off his boxers and washed his hands, and as he collapsed back in bed, he heard the soft pat of Kya walking down the hall.

Throwing the sheets over his waist, Mike attempted to calm his breathing and pretend he was asleep as the door slowly opened, and Kya snuck into the dark. Without turning on the light she made her way past the bed and into the ensuite, closing the door behind her with intense care.

Whether it was his own impatience, or an actual chronological situation, Mike didn’t know, however Kya seemed to be taking forever in the shower, so long, in fact, that he had drifted off again by the time she snuggled in next to him.

Mike instinctively rolled over and wrapped an arm around her. There was an approving moan, but as his hand slide down to her thigh and reached between her legs her consent turned to a groan of rejection.

Forcefully, he pulled her tight against him. ‘You’re wet,’ he insisted.

‘That’s cause I just had a shower.’ There was a nervous stutter in her voice.

‘Why couldn’t you wait till morning,’ he baited, ‘are you a dirty girl?’

This time Mike felt her physically jolt, a small but distinct move. He knew he had gotten to her.

‘W-what?’ she managed.

With a strong hand Mike pulled her leg over him, giving him and his erection clear path to her wet sex.

‘I’m tired,’ she groaned insistently.

‘I love you Kya,’ he said, his head still spinning, ‘but this is happening, whether you want it or not, but I think you want it, you’re so fucking wet.’ His fingers slid so easily into her, and he felt her shudder.

Kya tried to wiggle free, but with haste Mike positioned correctly and pushed in.

‘Oh fuck,’ Kya gasped.

‘Jesus, you’re so wet babe.’

‘Mmmm,’ she moaned. ‘See what you do to me?’

‘I wanna go down on you,’ he baited.

‘No!’ she gasped before she could catch herself. ‘I’m wet enough as it is, baby.’

Mike withdrew and threw Kya onto her back, his menacing figure towering over her as he forced her legs apart.

‘Just fuck me, baby,’ she begged.

He pinned her arms above her head and entered her again, his mind lost in lust and drugs. ‘Fucking naughty slut wife, aren’t you?’ he whispered into her ear, all the time ensuring she couldn’t remove herself from his grasp.

‘Only naughty for you, baby,’ she cooed as he moved inside her.

‘Just me? You’re too beautiful to keep just to myself.’

She stared up at him in the dark but could see little of his expression. ‘Just you, baby, see how wet I am for you?’

He thrust deep. ‘Well, you would be wet, wouldn’t you?’

‘Mmmhmmm. I just had a shower.’ She giggled, but there was a nervous undertone which did not go undetected.

Mike’s excitement was building and he pushed in hard, still pinning her to the bed. ‘I don’t think a shower could get rid of all that cum inside you.’

Kya froze. Even her breathing ceased for a moment as she realized he knew, and she was trapped under him.

‘Wrap you legs around me,’ Mike ordered. ‘You were his little slut, and now you’re gonna be mine.’

She was starting to physically shake, but she obeyed, locking her feet behind his back and waiting to see what would happen. ‘Jesus,’ she said in a shaky voice.

‘Shhh, Kya,’ Mike said giving her his full length. ‘It’s ok. So fuckin’ sexy.’

He could feel Kya’s heart almost explode out of her chest with each rapid beat.

‘Take me, Mike,’ she groaned, quivering, ‘I’m yours.’

‘And what about Arron?’

Her breathing was heavy and uneven. ‘What about him?’

‘Are you gonna fuck him again?’

Kya attempted to make out his expression again, but it was impossible. ‘Want me to?’

Mike groaned. ‘Should probably use a condom next time.’

Kya smiled in the darkness, and started to thrust her hips up towards her husband as she stroked his body with her legs. ‘Why? I know you don’t want me to.’

She was right, but that was hardly the point. ‘Dangerous, babe.’

‘Was too horny, I didn’t care what happened, as long as I had his big cock in me. I’m sure he is safe.’

‘Accidents could happen.’

Kya started squeezing his cock with her pussy. ‘That would turn you on, wouldn’t it? To know I got pregnant to someone else.’

‘Maybe, but only if I got to watch.’

‘Maybe I’ll fuck him again, maybe I’ll forget my pill that morning.’

‘Fuck.’

‘Or maybe,’ she pushed up towards him desperately, ‘maybe, I forgot to take it yesterday. Maybe one of you is about to be a father.’

Control of the situation had suddenly changed and Mike let go of her arms, collapsing towards her chest and sucking on her nipples as he moved within her.

‘Come on, Mike,’ she cooed grabbing his buttocks, ‘cum in your wife. Give your sperm a chance to knock me up, otherwise, it might be Arron’s baby.’

‘Ohh shit, Kya! Are you serious?’

‘Only one way to find out, babe. Cum.’ She thrust up and squeezed. ‘Cum!’

Mike grunted and pushed, feeling the tip of his penis hit her cervix, and as he erupted, he felt his wife’s hand reach down and stroke his testicles.

‘Fuck I love you, Mike.’

‘God, I came so hard.’

‘Mmmm.’ She unhooked him from her clutches and he rolled beside her on the bed. ‘You both did. I have that effect on men.’

Mike reluctantly slid out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Too much booze, this urination had been a long time coming. As he slid back in bed, thoroughly satisfied and aware that a while new chapter of their marriage had opened up, another thought suddenly, and frighteningly entered his mind.

‘Kya,’ he whispered with concern, ‘did you really forge your pill this morning?’

It was too late; she had passed out.