Bimbo Wife's Naughty Experiment

by Reed James

  “Yes,” I breathed. Every time, the same surge of pride at taking his huge cock washed through me. I clenched on him.

  And then I fucked him.

  “Dr. Alice,” he groaned, hands squeezing my hips, holding me but not controlling me. Not guiding my hips or sliding me up and down his dick. Despite his huge cock, he wasn't a real man. Just a toy for me to play with. “Slide that pussy up and down my cock. Cum on me.”

  “Oh, I will,” I moaned, my tits shaking.

  The door opened and my husband walked in wearing his lab coat, looking so sexy. A dashing scientist. He was always in great shape, belying the stereotype of nerds being pasty-faced and overweight. Before becoming a bimbo, I fit that stereotype.

  “Not fucking all your bimbos?” I asked.

  “Test are done,” He said. “I enjoyed them all. And they're off to their new husbands. Our investors and Director Steffen will be very happy with the results.”

  “Good,” I moaned, sliding my pussy faster and faster up and down the huge, Black dick.

  My husband stared at me with such lust, watching my big tits bounce, Carmanjelo's hands roaming my pale body. It was so hot as I watched my husband's khaki pants bulge with his hardon. He didn't often watch me with other men.

  “Mmm, there's lube on the counter,” I purred. “If you want to join us. I could use more fun.”

  “And I thought you were working hard,” he said, moving to the counter, shrugging out of his lab coat.

  “We're on a break waiting on the sample to finish its reaction,” I gasped. “I've been working sooooo hard today, Frank. I need this.”

  “I can tell,” he said. “Looks like very hard work.”

  “Uh-huh,” I moaned, my tits bouncing as I slid up and down Carmanjelo's amazing cock. “So hard. But I can handle more.”

  He pulled off his dress shirt, kicked off his shows, and pulled off his slacks and boxers. His dick bounced out hard. It was big, not Carmanjelo big, but well above the curve. And it was my favorite cock because I loved the man it belonged to.

  I watched him lube his shaft, my pussy body trembling, Carmanjelo groaning as he savored my pussy sliding up and down his girth. Frank watched me with hungry eyes. His cock glistening, he headed to the table.

  “Damn, that is a perfect ass,” he groaned as he crawled onto the table behind me.

  “You gave it to me,” I moaned, my butt-clenching. “Mmm, fuck my ass, Frank. See if your wife can still make you cum after all those bimbos.”

  “Oh, I know my wife can make me cum,” he laughed, grabbing my hips, forcing me all the way down Carmanjelo's cock.

  I groaned, squirming, impaled on so much dick as my husband rubbed his hard cock between the cheeks of my butt, ready to plunder me. To make me cum so hard on two different shafts. I groaned as he pressed into my asshole.

  In a stroke, he was all the way in me, burying with such dominating force. He wasn't a neutered boytoy like my hunky, Black assistant. My back arched, my bowels and pussy clenching down on both their dicks.

  There was so much in me. So much hard, throbbing dick. “Yes!” I moaned, Frank's hands seizing my tits, squeezing them. “Fuck me! Pound me! Oh, my god, yes!”

  “Horny bimbo,” he groaned, driving his cock over and over into my asshole.

  “I am,” I moaned, squirming, stirring Carmanjelo's cock through my pussy. “Give your bimbo wife what she needs!”

  His balls thwacked into my taint, his groin into my butt-cheeks. The staccato sound made me tremble and gasp in delight. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. My fingernails clawed at Carmanjelo's chest as the pleasure burned hotter and hotter.

  Two wonderfully hard dicks. It was what I needed. My body drank in the pleasure. My pussy slid up and down Carmanjelo's thick, Black shaft while Frank pumped his dick in and out of my bowels, fucking me faster and faster as his excitement built.

  I groaned, squirmed, swiveled. I gasped, the pleasure building so fast and so hard inside of my depths. My body trembled. My eyes rolled back into my head. Such rapture filled me. It swelled larger and larger, aching to drown me. Consume me.

  Frank thrust in, driving me down Carmanjelo's dick. So much cock in me. Stretching out my holes. I arched my back into Frank's chest. His lips sucked at my neck. Friction burned through my body, heat bursting from their dicks.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I howled, spasming. “Cum in me. Oh, yes. Oh, flood my body. Fill me with your cum. I need it. Give me what I need.”

  “You heard her,” grunted my husband, driving so hard into my bowels, my pussy spasming on Carmanjelo's dick.

  “Yes, Dr. Jackson,” groaned my boytoy. His face contorted.

  His cock erupted into my spasming, pussy, his Black seed flooding my White, married cunt. The idea alone sent another orgasm bursting through my body. My bowels writhed about my husband's cock. He drove so hard into me.

  And filled me.

  “Damn, Alice,” Frank groaned as he pumped the last blast of cum into me. “Why is it exciting sharing you with another man?”

  “Because you're a horny pervert like me,” I laughed, leaning back into him. “Mmm, so why did you stop by?”

  “Why...” Frank laughed. “Right, right, I was distracted. We've been invited to a party.”

  “Oh?” I shivered as Frank pulled his cock out of my asshole, the tip plopping out. A moment later, his cum leaked out and dribbled down my taint. “Whose party?”

  “Senator Murphy. She invited us at this fundraiser gala in Washington D.C. Wants to talk business opportunities for BT Chemicals.”

  “Oh, wonderful,” I groaned, sliding my pussy off Carmanjelo's mighty cock. I slid onto the floor, cum trickling out of both my holes. I shivered and then giggled, my insides feeling so wonderful and gooey, my thoughts drizzled with marshmallowy delight, spreading, making me feel so yummy-wummy. “Yay, I love parties. This sounds like it'll be the bestest time!”

  “Yes, it does,” I said.

  “So we get to go?” I asked, jumping with excitement, my big tits bouncing. I loved my big tits. They were so amazeballs. I squeezed them together as my excitement surged through me. Yummy cum leaking out of my pussykitty and asshole. I felt so full.

  “On a plane,” Frank said, reaching into the fume hood. He stared at the beaker. “Is this ready, Alice?”

  That super-smart, sciency part of me, mostly buried under marshmallowy goodness thought so. “Yes, siree! What's it do?”

  “It's the super-enhanced version of your intelligence serum.”

  “Right! I am so super-smart!” I held out my arm. “Inject me!”

  Frank filled a syringe with the bright pink chemical. Oh, it was so pretty. He grabbed my arm, stroking my unblemished skin. I never had marks from when I injected myself with the smarty serum. My body was always perfect.

  “You're so smartypants, honey!” I giggled.

  He blinked, bringing the needle to my arm. “What? You invented this one, honey.”

  “No, how my... Ouch!” Cool liquid flowed into my veins. I let out another giggle as it spread up my arm and then to my heart. I let out a wee as it pumped through my heart and shot into my brain. My giggles slowed. I blinked, feeling suddenly so foolish as the bimboness vanished from my thoughts.

  “Well, it's working,” I said. I was always embarrassed right after coming back from being an airhead. I said the dumbest things as a bimbo.

  But I had so much fun.

  Frank grabbed his phone from his discarded lab coat, swiped and tapped on it a few times as he navigated it. “Okay, timer's running. Let's see how long this dosage lasts.”

  I shivered, fell to my knees, and sucked on my husband's cock, cleaning off my sour ass. It was the best way to pass the time. And, hopefully, this version of the intelligence serum would last for hours and hours.

  * * *

  Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals

  “Now boarding First Class Passengers for American Airlines Flight 537 bound for Washington D.C.,” a
nnounced the gate attendant.

  “Is that us?” Becca gasped, my blonde, barely legal bimbo wife asked, hopping to her feet. She wore a stretchy dress of bright green, which clashed with her blonde hair. Her big tits bounced and jiggled, drawing more than a few eyes.

  “Yep,” I grinned, holding Alice's hand. She had just taken the bimbo serum, which would last more than long enough for the hour-and-a-half flight to the capitol. She had taken it three hours before we left for the airport and it was going strong. Over the last few weeks, she had put it to good use, working hard in the lab to help me refine the pussy suppository bimbo serum delivery method.

  I wanted to suppository to act faster. We thought we had it figured out how and would hold another round of testing next week.

  But for the next four days, we were heading to Washington D.C. on a mini-vacation. We were attending Senator Murphy's Gala tomorrow night, then we'd to stay for the weekend and see the sites. My bimbo wives were all excited to come. Janet hopped to her feet in her red dress, followed swiftly by Nicole in her silver dress, Donna giggled in her yellow, while Veronica bounced in her seat wearing a violet dress. They were all the same, made of that stretchy material that clung to their curvaceous bodies, barely covering ass and pussy, their tits about to fall out.

  Men had been drooling over them since we arrived. It was all I could do to keep my bimbo wives under control. Alice was a big help. She was a bimbo, too, so they looked to her for how to behave. Not to say there weren't a few naughty incidents.

  My dick was still wet with Veronica's tight pussy. But I could only fit two bimbos in a bathroom stall, and Alice whispered that Becca managed to suck off two guys while I was “using the restroom.” And I was certain when Janet was pulled out of line for “additional screening” by the TSA, she was fingered to an orgasm.

  “Okay,” I said, “let's go.” I held our tickets. I had bought out first class on the flight and had plenty of money in case I had to bribe any flight attendants—I had a feeling an-hour-and-a-half flight would be too long for my bimbo wives to stay still. “Follow me.”

  “Yay,” Becca beamed, moving behind me, grabbing my hips. “Grab me, Janet.”

  Alice snorted in laughter as she walked beside me. I looked over my shoulders to see a conga line of bimbos forming, Veronica at the rear, looking so excited like she never had flown on a plane before. My cheeks burned as people looked at us. The gate attendant arched an eyebrow.

  “Playboy bunnies?” she asked as I handed over the tickets.

  I shrugged. “Something like that. There's a big gala in the capitol.”

  The woman nodded, taking our stubs. “Okay, Mr. Jackman, you can head down the walkway. Enjoy your flight.”

  I nodded, leading my women, still conga-lining, onto the plane. The flight attendant, a mousy woman with lank hair and more than a few extra pounds on her hips, blinked at the sight of us. I gave her a tight smile.

  “They're a little rambunctious, but if they cause any problems, I'm sure we can work something out.”

  “Rambunctious?” she asked as we headed into first class.

  “They're so very excited for the first plane ride.”

  “Wow,” Donna gasped, sitting down on her plush seat. She bounced, which made her boobs bounce. “Oh, we're flying like royalty! Yay! We're the luckiest wives ever.”

  “Wives?” the flight attendant asked.

  I gave her a smile as I sat down last beside Alice in the last row of first class seats. There were twelve of them. “Put your seat belts on, ladies.”

  “Yes, Frank,” the bimbos chorused then giggled. They buckled up then dug into the seat pouches for the magazines. I had a good view of Becca's bouncing tits as she sat across the aisle and one row up from me.

  My dick throbbed.

  Alice leaned over. “You're going to join the mile-high club, aren't you?”

  I nodded my head. “Maybe I can breed Donna better with reduced cabin pressure.”

  Donna was crushed when she had her period three days ago. Bimbo periods only lasted a few hours, another advantage of the serum. But its arrival meant I hadn't bred her. Alice and I decided Donna, who was Alice's old supervisor and made her life miserable, was perfect to bear our family's first child.

  Then she'd be our human cow bimbo wife.

  The bimbos fidgeted in their seats as the flight attendants went through their preflight safety check. It was hard to get my wives to sit still for five minutes, let alone thirty minutes of boarding and now something so boring. They all had their thighs pressed together, and I was sure Janet was masturbating by the way her head craned back.

  My dick throbbed. Alice had a naughty smile on her face.

  The plane taxied to the runway. The flight attendants took their seat after drawing shut the curtain separating first class from the rest of the plane. I nodded my head. Privacy from the rest of the plane was one of the reasons I bought out first class. That and I was tired of flying coach. I liked leg room.

  “Oh, no!” Nicole gasped as the plane roared froward. “Frank!”

  “Relax,” I told Nicole. The former police officer looked back at me, her face pale. I gave her a reassuring smile.

  The plane leaped into the air. I sank down into my seat. Becca threw her arms over her head, let out a whooping sound, and clapped her hands together. The flight attendant sitting in the jump seat leaned out to peer down the aisle at her.

  I gave her an apologetic shrug.

  My dick grew harder and harder. Janet moaned louder now, definitely masturbating her pussy. Just knowing her fingers were plunging into her tight, juicy pussy made my dick throb. I wanted to fuck right now. I wanted to join the mile-high club. If I could, I would order Donna to climb onto my cock right now.

  But no amount of bribing a flight attendant would let me get away with that. I just had to be patient.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” Janet moaned, her seat creaking as she fingered herself more.

  “You're so naughty,” Donna giggled, sitting beside Janet. “Oh, you're going to be in trouble if you're caught.”

  “No I won't,” groaned Janet. “Frank said we couldn't have sex. I'm not. I'm playing with my pussykitty. And she's so wet and squishy and juicy and... Yes!”

  Janet thrashed harder in the seat. The flight attendant's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing dark as Janet's breathy moans echoed through first class. Then she whimpered and went still. She let out a fluttery moan and shifted.

  “Mmm, let me taste,” Donna said. Through the gap in the seats before us, I watched Donna grab Janet's hand and pull sticky fingers to her lips. The black-haired bimbo sucked Janet's fingers clean one by one.

  “Damn, when will the fasten seatbelt light turn off,” I groaned to Alice.

  “Soon,” she giggled. “Then you can get so naughty with one of the bimbos in the bathroom.”

  “Donna,” I groaned. “I want her bred. I've only fucked her pussy three times today. Not enough.”

  “Here,” Alice said then leaned over and ducked down. My eyes widened as she unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick, and sucked it.

  “Alice,” I gasped in shock, my wife's mouth feeling so warm about my cock. What was she doing? If the flight attendant caught us...

  God, it was hard to worry about that as Alice's mouth sucked so hard on my dick. My aching balls throbbed as her cheeks hollowed. She swirled her tongue about my cock, bobbing faster and faster, hungry, eager for my cum.

  And I was eager to explode. Once the fasten seatbelt sign went off, the flight attendants would be up and moving. How much longer until then? It didn't take too long for that to happen, right? Maybe fifteen minutes. And how long had it been since take-off? Ten?

  I grabbed my wife's red hair, sliding her mouth up and down my dick. Her fingers found my balls, massaging them, working my cum to explode into her hungry mouth. She was such a loving wife, making sure my needs were met.

  I let go of her hair and shoved my hand between her warm thighs. She parted them,
inviting me to slide higher. I pushed beneath her stretchy, green dress and found her thong soaked with her juices. I pushed the thin cloth aside and brushed her shaved pussy.

  She purred on my cock.

  “Damn, you are juicy, Alice,” I groaned, hoping the flight attendant didn't realize where my wife's head had gone.

  I worked my fingers in and out of her twat as she sucked so hard, moaning about my dick. Her pussy clenched on my fingers, burning with her excitement. She squirmed in her chair, the leather creaking as her tongue licked at my crown before she slid her mouth farther down my shaft.

  Only to suck so hard on the way back up.

  I groaned again, the pressure building in my balls as she sucked and worshiped my cock. She was so hungry. So naughty. So delicious. I loved it. I groaned again, digging my fingers over and over into her twat.

  She trembled. The heel of my hand found her clit. I rubbed hard on it, bringing a low moan that vibrated about my dick. It was heaven. I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to groan as loud as possible as my dick ached, throbbed.

  A ding chimed above me. “This is the captain. I've turned off the fasten seatbelt sign, but please keep it on while you're sitting.”

  “Fuck,” I groaned.

  The flight attendant stood.

  I churned my fingers faster and faster into my wife's pussy. My balls ached. Alice's thighs squeezed tight on my hand, trapping it as she shuddered. Her pussy writhed about my dick as she orgasmed, moaning about my cock as she sucked.

  “Yes,” I groaned, eyes squeezing shut. My cum exploded into Alice's mouth.

  The flight attendant gasped.

  She stared at my crotch as I grunted, my cum spurting over and over into my wife's mouth. Alice's pussy writhed about my fingers, juices flowing past my digits. She swallowed my cum with hungry need.

  “Shit,” I grunted.

  “Sir!” The flight attendant's eyes were so wide. “What are you doing?”

  “Getting a blowjob,” I panted.

  The woman's eyes were still wild. I fumbled at my pocket with my left hand. I pulled out a wad of hundreds, shoving them at the woman, not caring how much I gave her as the pleasure shot through my body.