by Candy Quinn
She leaned into me more, chasing that finger, though not forcing the issue as she settled back, reaching for my box of tissues, readying herself to keep every ounce of my cum within her.
“I’ll see you tonight next,” I said to her with that confident smile. “We’ll make the final load of the day nice and special,” I added on pointedly.
And that lusty look she gave me...
It’s going to be a fun couple of months.
The Fertile Beauty Queen & My Wife
Book Themes:
Cuckolding, Breeding, Impregnating Creampies, Oral Sex, and Simultaneous Orgasm
Word Count:
5,680
When the end of the workday came, my mind was still buzzing with the events of the day. Not the deals that’d make me more money at my business, not the talk I had to have with my secretary.
But of how I’d fucked my neighbor's wife twice already that day, dumped two thick loads of cum into her cunt with the intent of knocking her up.
Oh, and that I was due for one more visit with her that night.
First there was the matter of dinner with my wife and kids however, but as I pulled into the driveway I noticed a certain lack of something. The noise of children.
I got out of my car and headed to the front door with just a momentary look in the direction of Marisa and Oliver’s place. I have to admit, I wasn’t too surprised to see Marisa looking down at me from her window expectantly before disappearing inside.
It brought a grin to my face as I headed on into my own home.
“I’m home honey,” I called out. “Where’s the kids?” I was already loosening my tie and getting ready to unwind and get changed.
“They’ve gone to my mom’s place,” she said from the kitchen. I couldn’t see her, but the food she was cooking smelled divine. Honestly, she was always a good cook, but hadn’t been putting as much effort into it lately. With the kids being a handful, I didn’t hold that against her, but it was a nice surprise regardless.
An even nicer surprise when she came out of the kitchen in nothing more than a white apron. Her dark hair was pulled back and she was wearing flattering makeup, her pale curves mostly hidden but still seductive.
She smiled at me with all the vigor in the world, like she hadn’t looked at me in so long.
My wife was no officially declared beauty queen like the one next door, but she was in my books. That’s not just love speaking, she was quite the looker, and had I not nabbed her up I’m sure she would’ve had her pick of rich and successful men.
I let loose a whistle at her appearance as he tugged my tie free and undid the collar of my shirt.
“Damn, I knew I was gonna like what you had for me, but I didn’t expect it this much,” I said with a cheeky grin, walking up to her slowly as he stripped off my blazer.
She kissed me with such warmth, and I couldn’t help but feel that maybe this hook-up with the woman next door hadn’t done something to re-ignite my wife’s desires as well. Certainly she hadn’t touched my cheek in just that way since the honeymoon period wore off.
Sure, we were still in love, and still quite affectionate, even after the kids.
I hadn’t even noticed that spark of desire had been missing in her gaze until I caught a glimpse of it then and there.
“I’m making your favourite,” she cooed, “but it won’t be for another hour or so.”
I reached a hand up and cupped one of her breasts through that apron, and it might not have been as firm as the beauty queen Marisa’s next door, but it was bigger, and oh so delightfully soft to squeeze and touch.
“Another hour, huh?” I remarked, brow raised as I looked around coyly. “What’ll we do for a whole hour, hun? Kids aren’t even around,” I adopted a smug little grin as I looked her over, and without even realizing it I was licking my lips. As great as it was fucking the woman next door, having my wife know about and getting so turned on by it only made it sweeter.
“Mhm,” she purred, thrusting her breast into my hand, her nipple stiffening so enticingly.
“Well,” she cooed, fingers working my buttons through the holes casually as her wide eyes went up to mine, her long, dark hair trailing down her back.
“I know we agreed you’d fuck her three times a day. But I thought, maybe...”
For a second I was worried she’d ask me to skip the third trip, and leave Marisa wanting. Instead, what she said absolutely shocked me.
“Maybe I could get you ready.”
I couldn’t help but grin at her. My wife. The little minx. My dick was already getting stiff between us.
“Well your resume checks out,” I remarked, letting her work open my clothes so familiarly. “You’ve had no trouble gettin’ me nice and hard before. Even got two kids to testify to that fact,” I remarked, slowly pulling her apron away from her breast so I could fondle that pale, soft flesh of her breast more fully.
She was still so into me, even after ten years of marriage, and she quickly wrenched the apron from my hands, lifting it over her head and leaving herself absolutely bare. She was full figured, with a nice nip in her waist and a full ass. She was a sexy woman that knew just what I liked, and her hands were already working my belt open as soon as the apron was tossed aside.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
I reached down and cupped her breast, lifting that heavy mound up to fondle and squeeze as my other arm reached down over her pubic mound to test her slit. I wanted to see just how damn wet she was for me. And the answer: very fucking wet.
“Oh yeah?” I said, and I would’ve liked to say the same to her, but who’re we kidding here? My wife would see through that in an instant. I’d fucked a beauty queen twice that day and was set to do her a third time. I’m not a saint of monogamous love, we both know that.
Besides, that look in her eyes? She didn’t want me to lie to her. It was the truth that had gotten her this worked up. Those dirty thoughts worming their way through her skull, the knowledge that her husband was fucking another woman.
And hell, maybe the money was enough to assuage her guilt over enjoying it as much as she was. But her fingers worked down my zipper and removed my cock from my boxers, and we both knew she could still feel the other woman’s stickiness there. Smell it so thick in the air.
Yet still, my wife lowered herself to her knees and brought her mouth to the bottom of my shaft and licked.
I watched her get down before me with such excitement, I couldn’t help it. Every time she sucked my cock it was special, this time especially so. It was a special act of submission, not like it was all the times before, where she merely put herself towards my pleasure selflessly, but did so while paying homage to the fact I got to fuck another woman on the side too. It was a more complete submission out of my wife, and I relished it.
“My good girl,” I cooed to her, reaching down and stroking her hair with one hand, cupping her cheek with the other.
She moved into that touch with such appreciation, but never did she forget her real reason for being down there. Her lips worked along my excited, throbbing veins and hummed into them, before going full on animalistic against me.
That taste of the other woman must have sent her on a ravenous spell, because she utterly impaled herself on my cock, repressing a gag as her tongue swiped along the underside of my dick and then pulled her way up again to swallow that taste into her stomach.
I couldn’t help but groan from that deep treatment, and I rocked my hips, helping nudge my thick cock down her throat a little further. I petted her fondly, adoring that sweet attention she was giving me.
“Oh fuck baby,” I moaned out the words, letting my eyes shut after taking an eyeful of her sucking off my dick. “Even after today, you know exactly how to get your man nice and hard for you,” I said appreciatively, rocking my cock into her mouth as it throbbed.
The way her head bobbed with such skill. It’d been a while since she last gave me a nice blow job, but she certa
inly hadn’t lost any of her skills. Her form was perfection, and the way her perky ass stuck out behind her was just another treat.
Once again I couldn’t restrain those moans, the way she worked my dick, the patter of flesh as my balls struck her chin. It was delightful, and I shuddered all over before reaching down and grasped up a bundle of her long hair and helped use it to guide her mouth quicker.
“I’ve not had this much fun since I first set to blowing my loads in your cunt and knocking you up,” I said in a low, rumbly voice.
It was a risky thing to say to someone’s wife, but not mine. She was practically purring against my dick, her legs spreading wider as her arousal grew and her fingers went to play with my sac. Twice I’d cum today, and I was feeling the effects of it, but she was so gentle and loving in her touch.
I knew I should’ve saved myself for Marisa, but with my wife suckling at my prick so expertly, and seeing her give herself up to me so beautifully submissively, I just didn’t wanna hold back.
“Wish I could plant another one in you too,” I blurted out as my cock throbbed in her mouth. I don’t know what I was thinking, probably not thinking at all. Just acting on pure instinct. And my instinct had me in the mood to breed. The beauty queen next door. My wife. Any lovely woman I could get my dick into, I wanted to breed her.
She rolled my sac between her thumb and index finger, gripping me with just the right amount of firmness as her spit began to run down my length and drip onto my balls. Her tongue reached out further, but she wasn’t able to take me in all the way, not without gagging.
My head rolled on back and I let loose such a deep moan. Nobody worked my dick like my wife. Nobody. She was a fucking pro at working those balls with fingers and tongue, and my knees shook from the satisfaction of it.
“C’mere,” I said, tugging her mouth off my dick to let its glistening length rest against her face, up over her cheek and nose. “Fuck Marisa, this next load belongs in your pussy,” I said down to her.
She pulled herself off me with such reluctance. She loved that taste of my spent cock, her lips fuller from sucking me, but she stood obediently. Always so obedient.
Well, until she spoke again.
“Ever since Marisa and Oliver were over... It made me start thinking and,” she leaned upwards, pressing her naked body to my half clothed one. “I haven’t taken my pill since.”
That news should’ve bothered me, because I didn’t want another kid. Not rationally. But then and there, amid all the heat of breeding my neighbour’s wife? I wanted to bust my nut in my wife’s womb and make her carry my third child more than anything.
I grasped her tightly, wrapping my one arm around her tightly, then reaching up and squeezing her breast with the other.
“Good,” I said nice and hard. “I haven’t bred you enough all these years,” and I absolutely fucking meant it.
I pulled her along over towards the sofa before I fell back onto its plush surface.
“You gotta earn this load though babe, all the way. Ride me ‘til I pop,” I commanded her, my dick standing up so damn hard.
And my wifey was so willing as she spread her legs around my waist. She pushed her breasts into my face before she lowered herself, hand pointing my cock right at her dripping pussy. Fuck, she hadn’t been this wet for me in months.
Though honestly, I hadn’t been this turned on in months either, and I still spread her wide, made her gasp for air after the crown popped through those engorged lips.
The feel of those thick, soft mounds around my face, I could just die happy suffocating in those tits of hers. And the thoughts of how they’d swell with milk again soon just made me rock hard, and want to suckle them all the more. I clamped my lips about one teat and went at it a little more excitedly than I intended, suckling at her nipple as one hand went to her hip and wrapped around to her ass, helping guide her up and down my dick.
She’d already worked me into a frenzy with her blowjob, so the sensation was just divine. I felt electric, each touch creating a shock of pleasure through my body.
She moaned loudly at my sucking, not holding back. She had no reason to, now that the kids were gone, and she was always such a little screamer in the sack. Now it was amped up to the max as her pelvis ground against mine, hips rolling as she tugged my face into her soft tits.
My hands sank into her voluptuous ass cheeks as I devoured her tits, loving the way they jiggled with her motions, her whole body rocking atop mine with such beautifully smooth action. I’d find a fourth load for Marisa, I knew I would. Hell I could probably find a fifth for that beauty queen. But I knew my wife was getting the third. I could already feel my dick throbbing, percolating towards that next hot explosion.
Besides, getting off just before going over to my neighbour’s house was a perfect excuse to prolong things with her. Make her really work for that next load of baby makin’ seed.
My wife let out such a throaty growl, her cunny quivering about mine as if it somehow knew what was coming, could sense that tensing in my loins.
This was my wife though, not Oliver’s, and I slid my one hand around to rub my thumb over her clit. I’d give my wife her orgasm because I wanted her to have one. Marisa would have to beg for hers.
“Cum on my dick baby,” I commanded her in a husky tone of voice, strained by my impending climax. “Cum right as I shoot this next load into you and knock your pretty ass up,” I told her, swirling my digit about her sensitive clit again and again in perfectly practiced precision.
I knew her body almost as well as I knew my own and responded with just the perfect tempo and pressure to topple her over the edge with a scream that threatened to pop my eardrums. Her cunt clasped around my over sensitive dick, begging that load from me as she slammed her hips down hard.
Our loins were clamped together and I bucked into her, giving a hard groan as I shot my third load of creamy spunk right up into my wife’s cunt. Her tense, climaxing body siphoned up that rich seed so perfectly as I grasped hold of her, emptying all I had into her body, kissing and suckling at her thick tits all the while.
I’d knocked her up twice before, yet the notion of doing so again was no less thrilling, and I savoured the moment, every pulse of my dick another extra shot at planting that baby in her belly.
And oh how she screamed for it. My name, her desires, all come out in a spill of words that were barely comprehensible, all the while clinging her tits to my mouth.
She was sopping wet but still squeezed me free of those last few drops, still grinding her hips and begging for punishment.
I couldn't help but shiver with the overwhelming sensations of her clinging pussy about my hard dick, and I slapped her ass nice and hard for it.
“Bad lil’ girl,” I husked, a grin stretching across my face as I gave her tits another few kisses.
She wrapped her arms around me and there was such affection and desire in her actions, her lips pressed to the crown of my head.
“I love you,” she said softly, those words holding such emotion and tenderness.
I smiled at that declaration, couldn’t help it. I always did when she said that. Even after ten years.
I gave her body a tight squeeze, a warm embrace, and kissed her back and said it in return.
“I love you,” but I knew I still had one more woman to teach a bit of submission to yet that night.
Our final meeting of the day was right before bed, nice and late, so I had time to let supper settle. Marisa’s husband was long gone again, giving us time to meet up, and I made my way over.
I dressed up a little nicer this time than I had in the morning, a nice button up shirt, with the collar done down nice and low to compensate. A fine pair of pants to go with it. The other two times were warmups, but this time? I knew I’d have Marisa eating out of my hand, and I went up to her door ready to make the evening special.
She was waiting for me. Oh, that little hop-skip of my heart in joy as she opened the door almost as soon as my
knuckles had hit it.
She, too, had gone all out for our last tryst of the day. Her blonde hair was tugged back off her shoulders into a low ponytail, her makeup gone, but I barely noticed any of that.
Not with that sexy black negligee that showed off her tits through the transparent lace. It barely even covered her ass, and her long legs were so deliciously bare. Her tanned skin was still warm from the day as I brought my large hand to her bicep, and she smiled at the contact.
“Come in,” she said softly as she stepped out of the way of the door, closing it behind me.
I didn’t let that contact break for more than a moment, I came on in like she was mine, and slipped my arm around her waist, pulling her in closer to me as I stroked her side, along that narrow waist and down over her hip and skirting her rear.
“Been lookin’ forward to this?” I asked her, a confident smile on my lips as I reached a hand up and lightly brushed the backs of my knuckles over her breast atop her negligee.
She’d been shy the first time, as I took her in her marital bed.
She was louder the second time, in my office.
By this third time, I had her figured out and already eating out of my hand as she nodded enthusiastically, pressing her large tit into my palm so needily.
“Upstairs?” she asked softly. She was never big on talking, more relying on the drop dead looks to get through life. She hadn’t been made a beauty queen for nothing, after all.
I smiled unevenly and took one step back to look her over from head to toe, giving a slow nod of approval
“Yeah, let’s mark that bed nice and good with the scent of our fucking, huh?” I said and reached my hand to her ass, giving it a pat and a squeeze before guiding her to her own stairs and only then nudging her forward by her rear.
She outwardly bristled at the comment, at my brazenness, but that certainly didn’t cause her to stop or reconsider. I could see that flush to her perfect, tanned skin, and knew she wanted it. By the time I was done with her, she’d not be able to sleep, waiting for tomorrow.
