Tell him what you told me..

That’s right, I’m not using a condom. I’m not pulling out. And I’m going to fill you with my cum, and knock you up. You, your womb, your body, your soul, belong to me.

I’m going to use you and make your body feel good like you’ve never felt before. You can sense it, beneath the fear of the consequences and the risk, can’t you? The urge. The desire. The need to be bred, to feel my cum in you. You know it will feel good. You know it’s what you were made for. You know it’s what you want.

Each time I cum inside you, you’ll want it more, and you’ll orgasm as you feel my seed in your womb. It’ll be better when you’re ovulating, when you’re at your most fertile. The desire, the need, the lust that you’ll feel will drive you mad. 

Thrusting my bare cock into your fertile pussy will be the most amazing feeling in the world, and I know you’ll love it. I’m going to fuck you like a jackhammer, until all you can think of is my cock, and the pleasure rolling through your body as you beg for my cum in you, as you beg to be knocked up. As I cum, you will climax and all thoughts of risk, of whether or not you’re ready for a baby, will be gone. You’ll only think about belonging to me, being marked and filled with my seed. 

You can say I’ve been quite observant. I wear shades around them for a reason. Not only to admire his handsome face and body, but to notice when his eyes linger on sexy women. And when they linger on me. I know he likes a sexy ass. I’ve heard him make comments around other men when he thinks his wife is out of earshot. I know he craves sexy women. I imagine he’d fuck new pussy as good as he could if he had the chance. Perhaps if he were presented the right opportunity.

I initially felt bad for them when my best friend complained about the monotony of their marriage, but I’ve noticed I’ve taken interest for more selfish reasons. I can’t help it if my body aches for him. And it’s easy to tell he is well endowed.

Time trickled by slowly as I’ve waited for the right signs; waiting for a green light. Sometimes I’ve pushed the envelope a little to get his reaction. He’s confided in me. He’s been leaving me an opening to get closer. Was he flirting? It started to become clearer…I believe he wants to fuck me.

I’m home alone and have had a few glasses of wine. I made a little video for him, as I know he loves a good ass. I waited for a good hour, trying to build the courage to go through with it. My heart beat out of my chest as I pressed send.

I instantly felt shame and regret. The blood rushed to my face when I got a text five minutes later. I was hit with panic as I grasped for excuses that might grant me forgiveness. I read the text.

“God, I’d give anything just for a taste.”

Babe, do you know what my favorite part of cucking you with Megan's boyfriend is???

It's that he doesn't know about our lifestyle. He has no clue that you're a willing cuckold. He just thinks I'm cheating on you when I join them for threesomes, so he seems to have no problem degrading me and really fucking me like a complete whore. 🥵