by Reed James
I squeezed my still hard dick.
“Oh, Dr. Belinda,” gasped my wife. “I'm so ready to be fucked. But not here. I want to be bred in my marital bed.”
Dr. Belinda lifted her face. Her chin, lips, and cheeks were coated with my wife's juices. The pair kissed, their naked breasts pressed together. My wife stroked the doctor's cock as she tasted her juices on the doctor's lips.
Then they broke and my wife led the way, pulling the doctor behind her, clearly eager to be fucked. I hoped to my feet, my sweatpants falling down my legs. I kicked them off as I rushed after. I couldn't miss a single minute of being cuckolded.
I had to see my wife being fucked. I couldn't help it. I knew my wife would love it. She would cum so hard on the futa's big dick. I could never compete. I could never give my wife such pleasure. So I was glad it was only for tonight.
My wife would be bred and we could put this part of our lives behind us.
Unless my wife was having an affair with doctor.
I couldn't think about that right now. My dick was too hard. I burst into the bedroom. They were falling on the bed, kissing and ripping off what remained of each other's clothing. I sat on the chair my wife placed for me and peeled off my shirt, exposing my small breasts. I stroked one as I watched my wife fall onto her back, her legs spread.
“No,” Dr. Belinda said, stroking her ebony cock. “Not like that. I want to fuck you like my whore. Get on your hands and knees, slut.”
“Yes, Doctor,” panted my wife. She was naked, her teddy dangling from one of the bed's posts.
Maria flipped over onto her hands and feet, her breasts dangling beneath her, nipples so hard. She shook her curvy ass, so eager to be fucked. Dr. Belinda stroked her ebony shaft as she stared at my wife. Then she glanced at me.
And gave me such a triumphant, hungry smile.
Dr. Belinda turned my wife, giving me a side-profile view of Maria. “Perfect,” Dr. Belinda said. “You want your wife to really see how much you love my cock.”
“Yes,” Maria moaned, staring at me. “Fuck me, Dr. Belinda. Fuck me and breed our child into my womb. Give my futa-wife and I your Black baby to raise. Cuckold her.”
“Yes,” I moaned, stroking my cock and squeezing my left breast. My nipple was so hard. I pinched it, shooting bliss down to my hard dick.
Dr. Belinda's ebony hands seized my wife's ass. The doctor squeezed, sinking fingers into the curvy flesh. My wife shuddered, her hips undulating and her breasts swaying. She bit her lip and through a look over her shoulder.
“Please,” my wife moaned. “Fuck me. Ram that big, thick dick into my cunt. I want it. I've wanted to feel it in me since we met.”
They hadn't had sex yet. My wife wasn't cheating on me. Or she waited to cuckold me until I was present.
“You want it bad,” grinned Dr. Belinda, her large tits rising and falling. She moved closer, her thick dick pressing at my wife's pussy. I could just see my wife's shaved cunt and the doctor's ebony tip pressing into pink folds.
“Yes, yes, fuck me.” My wife thrust her hips back, sliding her pussy an inch down the doctor's thick shaft. “Oh, my goddess, Catherine. She's huge. She's so much bigger than you. Oh, wow. She's going to stretch me open. I can't wait. Fuck me. Pound me. Make me explode.”
“Fucking married slut,” panted the doctor. “You're mine. I own this cunt. I'm going to breed you.”
“Yes, yes, breed me!”
The doctor buried her cock the rest of the way into my wife. Maria moaned and shuddered. Her tits swung forward from the force of the thrust. Her hips undulated as Dr. Belinda drew her cock back and slam into my wife.
I stroked my dick hard, fast, as I watched my wife being fucked by the hung futa. I stared at the ebony shaft diving in and out of my wife's cunt, covered in my wife's juices. I licked my lips in awe. My wife was stretched open. She gasped and shuddered, making such wild, passionate moans as the doctor fucked her.
My hand flew up and down my cock. I pinched my nipple faster, stretching out the little nub and adding excitement to the pleasure brewing in my ovaries. It was so hot. So wrong. The shame twisted in me and made my body tremble.
I had to cum watching another futa fuck my wife.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Breed my wife.”
“What was that, honey?” My wife stared at me, her eyes wild. “What did you say?”
“I...” I swallowed.
“Say it,” ordered Dr. Belinda, her large tits bouncing as she fucked my wife harder and harder.
“I...I want you to breed my wife,” I moaned.
“Yes.” Dr. Belinda pounded my wife. Their flesh slapped together while both of their tits bounced and swayed. My wife's hair tossed about her as she gasped and moaned, loving the huge cock reaming her cunt.
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me. Breed a baby in my belly. Make my futa-wife raise your child. Oh, yes. Everyone will know my child's real futa-mother was Black. They'll all know I cuckolded him. Oh, yes, Catherine. They'll know.”
My wife came at the idea. Her body shuddered. She gasped and moaned, slamming hard into the doctor as she came. Her moans screamed through the room, begging the doctor to breed her. My pussy clenched as my orgasm neared. I pinched my nipple harder as I flogged my cock.
“You fucking whore,” Dr. Belinda purred. “Oh, yes. Take my cum. I'm breeding you.” Her head snapped around, staring right at me while her futa-dick pumped my wife full of fertile cum. “I'm breeding your wife.”
I came.
“Yes,” I moaned, my dick spurting a feeble amount of jizz as the pleasure washed through me. I spasmed on the chair, riding the bliss while I listened to my wife and the doctor moan and gasp their pleasure.
I was a cuckold. It was what it took to make our baby.
My wife collapsed onto the bed, her pussy gaping open, the doctor's cum flooding out of her. So much. My wife had to be pregnant now. The doctor grinned at her handy work, her breasts still heaving from her exertion.
“Well, we shall see if the treatment took,” she smiled. “I'll see you tomorrow night.”
“Uh-huh,” my wife panted. “Looking forward to our date.”
“Date?” I gasped.
My wife smiled at me. “You know this has to be a natural conception. I need to keep fucking the doctor until I'm pregnant. But don't worry, honey, you'll be with us. I want you there for every second. You're a part of this. My cute, little cuckold.”
As the doctor dressed, my wife held out her hand to me. I went to the bed and took it. She pulled me to her and kissed me. My hand found her belly as we cuddled. She had such a huge smile on her face.
I could withstand a little humiliation to give her such happiness. And then we would have our baby and everything would go back to normal.
Right?
To be continued...
Futa Fertility Date
Futa Fertility Cuckold 2
(A Story from The World of Futas Universe)
by
Reed James
Futa Fertility Date
Last night almost didn't seem real when I woke up the next morning, my wife cuddled up against me, her arm thrown over my stomach, her large, naked breasts pressed into my side. Her nipple brushed mine atop my small tit. My cock ached with morning wood, making a small tent in the sheets. I stared up at the ceiling, morning sunlight streaming through our window.
Did it really happen? Did I watched Dr. Belinda, our fertility doctor, fuck my wife last night with a huge, thick, ebony cock? Did Dr. Belinda really breed my wife and make Maria scream out, “I'm your slut, Doctor. Breed our child into me.”?
It must have been real. The chair I sat on last night, jerking my small cock and pinching my hard nipple, was still in the corner where Maria had set it up. I had watched the African-American futa fuck my wife doggy-style on the bed until they both came so hard.
I saw the cum dripping out of my wife's pussy.
Shame burned through me as my morning wood turned into a real, throbbing er
ection. My pussy grew wet and itching. My fingers clenched, fighting the urge to masturbate right now beside my wife as I relieved it over and over.
It was to make our baby. The doctor was just a sperm donor. Yes, they fucked, but it was to make the sex as natural as possible, to avoid the use of dangerous chemicals and other pharmaceutical inventions that were so alien to human life.
All because I was an infertile futa. My sperm couldn't knock up anyone, let alone my wife. And we both so wanted children.
And so what if our sperm donor was Black and we were White? We were progressive. Sure everyone would know I wasn't the biological futa-mother, but it would still be our child. My wife and I would raise her and love her.
My hand slid down and rubbed my wife's belly. She may be pregnant right now. I stroked her smooth skin and rolled onto my side, pressing my breasts against hers. I kissed her on the lips, my hand sliding around her body. I was so horny. We usually made love when we woke up on Saturday morning.
My wife stirred. “Dr. Belinda,” she whispered as she came awake, her lips kissing mine.
My dick throbbed hearing her words. I kissed her harder, my hand on her stomach sliding up to her large breasts. My wife's dark eyes fluttered open as I gave her tit a gentle squeeze. My dick pressed into her thigh.
“Oh, no, I'm not in the mood, Catherine,” my wife said, rolling away from me.
“It's Saturday morning,” I said, wincing at how whiny I sounded. It was so pathetic. “And you're so beautiful.”
“Honey, we're trying to make a baby,” she groaned as I kissed her.
“Exactly.”
“But with Dr. Belinda's sperm.” She pushed me back. “Remember?”
“But I'm sterile. It won't make a difference.”
“No, no, she told me I couldn't have vaginal sex with you until I conceived. Your sperm would change the PH level of my pussy, and that might damage the doctor's sperm.”
I blinked, not following that logic. “Is that true?”
“She told me so.” My wife gave me a kiss as she grasped my cock, stroking it. “And she's a doctor, so she would know.”
“Uh-huh,” I panted as my wife stroked my dick.
“Mmm, you're so hard. Were you thinking about last night. Were you thinking about Dr. Belinda's big, thick cock reaming my pussy and flooding me with her seed? Were you thinking about a Black futa breeding your wife?”
“Yes,” I groaned as she stroked my cock, my pussy so wet.
“You are so cute,” she said the kissed me on the mouth. “My cute...” Kiss. “...little...” Kiss. “...cuckold.”
Her tongue shoved into my mouth as her hand flew up and down on my cock. Images of her and Dr. Belinda burned in my mind. My wife sucking the doctor's huge cock. Dr. Belinda's ebony tits bouncing as she reamed my wife. My pussy clenched as the pressure built. My wife's hand felt amazing.
I moaned into the kiss and then erupted so fast. I couldn't believe it. I groaned and bucked. It was so hot picturing my wife and the doctor together. The cum boiled out of me and into our comforter while I shuddered on the bed.
My wife broke the kiss and pulled her hand away. She grimaced at my cum staining the back of her hand and wiped the spunk off on sheet. “There. Do you feel better, honey?”
Shame flooded me. Why did I keep finding it so hot thinking of another futa fucking my wife? Breeding my wife. I shouldn't be like this. A futa-wife shouldn't want this. My stomach twisted. What was wrong with me?
“I guess,” I said.
“Good.” She kissed me again then rolled out of bed. “I need to pee. Love you, honey.”
“Love you, too.”
I was in turmoil all day as we went through our Saturday morning routine. We took our jog, my wife holding my hand when we reached intersections and had to wait for the light to change. When we got back, we had a light breakfast, my wife sitting close at the table, talking like we always had. Our relationship felt the same, but it wasn't.
There was another futa in it.
After lunch, I sat down to watch Netflix and catch up on the new season of Daredevil. But I only got ten minutes into the episode when my wife walked out and said, “Honey, I need your help deciding on my outfit for this evening.”
“This even...” My words trailed off. “Wait, you're not really going out on a date with Dr. Belinda?” I asked as my wife headed back down the hallway to our bedroom.
“Of course, honey.”
That was too far. I understood the reason we needed a sperm donor. But a date? That was ridiculous. It was too far. I had to put my foot down and let my wife know I wasn't comfortable at all with it.
I stood up from my recliner, smoothed my skirt, and then headed to the bedroom. My wife—wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank top, her normal lounging around the house on the weekend attire—had two different dresses spread out on the bed. One was her silver party dress she wore to my company party a few months back. It fit her like a tight sheathe, molding to the lush curves of her body. The other was a dark red, slinky gown with a high neckline and an oval cut out showing off her impressive cleavage. The color really looked great against her dusky, Mediterranean skin.
“I'm not sure which one to wear,” she said, looking back and forth at each. “Which one is your favorite, honey?”
“The silver one,” I answered. “Listen, honey, we need to—”
“Not the red?” She frowned, biting her lip. “But I really like how what the red does with my tits. I mean, Dr. Belinda will love me in this dress, don't you think?”
“Any futa would, but that's not—”
“Of course, you are a futa, too, so you do know what looks good on me.” She bit her lip. “And you think the silver is the best?”
“It is, but, honey this date—”
“Well, what about my black dress with the very short skirt. It really shows off my legs. And I do have great legs, right, honey?”
“Absolutely. I love your legs, dear. You are beautiful, but—”
“Thank you.” She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “So I should go with the black then?”
“I guess,” I said, her breasts pressed against mine, her body so lush. “But, honey, this date. It's—”
“So wonderful, I know.” She pulled away. “I'm so excited. Dr. Belinda is taking me, us, to the Trifecta.”
“It's—”
“I know, right, so amazing she could get reservations for us.” My wife spun around, acting so girlish. It made me squirm more.
“This date, it can't happen.”
“Why not?” she asked.
My stomach twisted. I had to be strong. I had to stand up and put a stop to this. It was like my wife wasn't sleeping with the doctor to become pregnant, but because she had the hots for the futa's sexy, busty body and huge cock. Last night, my wife was so into it, cumming hard, saying all these demeaning words. She would never let me call her a slut or whore, but she loved it when Dr. Belinda did.
“I expected the sex to be...perfunctory. Just enough to get the doctor to ejaculate in you.” I shifted, my wife staring at me. “I mean, you sucked her cock and she licked your pussy, then she fucked you doggy style. And...and...”
“But you enjoyed watching us.” My wife's hand reached out and lifted my skirt, revealing my hard cock in my panties. “See, you're hard right now.”
“But...” I groaned as she rubbed my cock through my panties. “Honey...it's like...you're really dating her. And cheating on me.”
“I'm not cheating on you,” she gasped. “I love you. That's why you're coming along on the date. I want you there. A part of it. You're my cute, little cuckold. My futa-wife. I need you there.”
“But why a date? Why do you need to be all dressed up for her?” All my emotions jumbled together. It felt so good as she rubbed my cock, but I felt so pathetic all at the same time. “It's like you're her lover.”
“I am.” My wife smiled. “A woman's body is very receptive to her lover's sperm. That's
why we need to go on the date to maximize conception. All through dinner, my cervix will be relaxing, getting ready to accept her sperm and make conception easier.”
“But last night was your peak basal body temperature. This might not be necessary.”
“I could still get pregnant tonight.” She pushed her hand into my panties. “Don't you want me to be happy?”
“I do,” I groaned as she stroked my cock. My eyes squeezed shut, the pleasure rippling through me.
“And I want a baby. I would love to have yours, but Dr. Belinda's is the next best thing.” She grinned. “Mmm, she makes me cum so hard. I loved having sex with her. I want to do it again and again and again until I'm pregnant. I want to be her lover. But I'm doing it for us. So we can be happy.”
“I...I...”
My dick ached in her hand. She pressed closer. “Don't be afraid because she has a better cock or makes me cum harder. I don't love her. I love you. She just makes me feel amazing. So womanly. She gives me what you can't. A baby. Hot sex. Powerful orgasms. She stretches my pussy out in ways your little cock can't possibly. And that makes me happy.
“And I know you want to make me happy.”
“I do,” I groaned, my pussy clenching. My eyes squeezed shut. “I love you, Maria.”
“Aww,” she sighed. “I love you so much, Catherine.”
She kissed me hard as I came. My dick erupted. I groaned with each powerful blast of cum, my pussy clenching. Juices flowed out of my cunt as the pleasure shot into my mind. I trembled and groaned, kissing my wife back.
“So you won't object?” she asked as she pulled away.
“No,” I sighed, the bliss flowing through my body.
“Good.” She grimaced at my cum on her hand, and then she saw it on her thigh. “Oh, honey, you got your dirty cum on me.”
“Sorry,” I groaned.
“It's okay. I love you anyways. I'm going to take a shower, then we'll get ready. You should wear your blue dress. I love you in it.”
“Blue dress?”
“You can't go to Trifecta wearing that skirt, honey, or your t-shirt.”
