by Danielle Lux
“Do you think we should try for a baby?” I asked David.
His face lit up.
“Yes! I’ve been thinking about it for so long, but I didn’t think you were ready,” he said. Suddenly his face fell. “I know we’ve been having trouble in the bedroom, but I’m sure we can fix it. I’ll go and see a doctor.”
“That’s a great idea,” I smiled. “And don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be able to get me pregnant before you know it.”
All I needed was for David to get enough of an erection to fuck me and cum inside me once, and he never had to know that the baby in my belly wouldn’t be his. As weak as David was, I knew he’d be a wonderful father to the child.
I rubbed my belly, imagining it growing big in the months to come. Big with Mark’s strong child.
I couldn’t wait to be a mom.
THE END
My Wife and My Dad
(Bonus Short Story)
I woke up to find my wife gone.
At first I assumed she’d just gone to the bathroom, but as the time passed—five minutes, then ten—I decided to go and look for her. It was the middle of the night and I was worried.
The hallway was dark, and I couldn’t remember where the light switch was, so I used the torch function on my phone to find my way. We were staying at my parents house, the house I’d grown up in, but it was a long time since I’d lived here, and everything seemed unfamiliar.
I checked the bathroom, but there was no sign of her. I did need a piss myself, so I decided to go before checking downstairs.
I turned on the light and locked the door, sitting down on the seat. I always sat down on the seat when I could, as I had trouble aiming standing up. To my deep regret, I’d been born with a tiny penis. Ever since I was old enough to realize how much smaller I was than other men, I’d felt deep shame and embarrassment about my size. I’m a good looking guy, but I’d always avoided having sexual encounters with girls, worried that they’d laugh at me, so I didn’t lose my virginity until the age of twenty five.
When I met my wife, I waited three months before having sex with her. I wanted to make sure she was in love with me first, hoping that then she’d be able to overlook my shortcomings. And it had worked! I could tell when she first saw my member that she was disappointed, but she didn’t dump me like I feared, and now, two years later, we were husband and wife.
I practiced my oral skills and tried various methods to make sure I could please Sarah, and our sex life seemed to be going ok. I knew I could never give her the kind of fucking that I’d seen men in pornos give women, with their huge long cocks, but I could make Sarah orgasm with my mouth and my fingers, and that seemed to be enough.
I gave my nub a shake, then pulled my boxers back up, tying my dressing gown back around me.
Walking down the stairs, I thought I could hear some strange sounds coming from the living room. Had my parents forgotten to let the dog out? Was he trapped in there? I walked closer to the door, then, with a start, I realized what it was: it was the sound of sex.
My initial thought was that someone, probably my dad, must be watching porn in there, but then I realized that it wasn’t coming from the TV or laptop speakers, it was live: someone was having sex in the living room.
“You like that?” I heard a voice say through the wall. They were whispering, but the walls were thing enough for me to hear. “You like that?” the voice said again, and I realized that it was my dad.
Not wanting to listen to anymore of my parents having sex, I decided to head back upstairs, but just as I was walking towards the stairs, my heart stopped as I heard another voice: “I love it! I love it!”
It was my wife.
This had to be a mistake. There had to be another explanation…
I tiptoed across the kitchen and put my ear against the wall to the living room door, dreading what I’d hear next.
“You’re so good,” my wife groaned. I could hear a steady rhythmic thumping. “You’re so big.”
I felt like I was going to throw up.
“Bigger than him?” I heard my dad say through the wall, “bigger than Joshua?”
“So much bigger. He’s tiny, and you’re massive!”
With a start I realized I was crying. I put my hand up to my face and felt tears. But that wasn’t all: to my shame I was hard as well. Dear god, I was listening to my wife and my father have sex, and it was turning me on.
“You like big cocks then?” my dad asked, the rhythmic thumping sound getting quicker.
“So much,” my wife purred. “Josh’s cock is pathetic. It never satisfies me.”
I reached into my boxers and started jacking off, using my thumb and forefinger to frantically jack off my little two-incher. There was a wash of confused thoughts running through my head: this was both the most heartbreaking and most erotic experience of my life.
“Oh god,” my wife gasped, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
I frantically pumped faster and faster. My wife let out a loud groan as she orgasmed, and at the same time I came in my pants, a tiny dollop of semen soaking into the fabric.
“That was so good,” I heard my wife say, her voice breathless. “As amazing as always.”
I quickly tied my dressing gown back up and tiptoed up the stairs. When my wife came back to bed, ten or so minutes later, I pretended I was asleep.
I should have felt betrayed and devastated, but instead I felt liberated. After twenty-nine years of feeling sorrow about the size of my cock, I realized that I enjoyed being cuckolded. I made a plan to bring it up with my wife sometime over the next couple of days, to convince her to sleep with other men and let me watch. I instantly grew hard with anticipation, excited at the prospect of embracing a cuckold lifestyle. The future of our marriage was going to be very fun indeed!
THE END
