Husband and wife go to a bar and company follows them home.
This story deals with Cuckolding, Interracial sex, and impregnation.
Enjoy.
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It is dark as night in our room. I can hear shallow breathing behind me, and a soft, gentle snoring coming from somewhere in front of me. I slide myself backwards on the bed until I bump into something. I feel that something move and start to roll over. I feel an arm wrap over my body. The arm is much bigger and stronger than I am used to. It feels heavy on my side. I feel his hand grasp onto my right breast and the shallow breathing get louder as he presses his head next to mine.
I slip my legs back and feel his legs spread slightly, giving me room to slide my legs up and in between his. I feel his stomach press harder into my back. The stomach is much smaller and harder than I am used to, but I allow myself to sink into him. My breathing starts to match his as I start to slowly grinding my ass back against him, hoping to feel something growing against my ass.
It doesn’t take long for me to feel his cock press up against my ass and slip up between my ass cheeks. I feel him start to thrust, matching mine as I press my ass back into him, then slip forward slightly. I feel his hand grip my breast then release it, sliding down to my abdomen. He stops at my belly button and grasps my soft skin in his hand as I thrust my ass back a little harder.
I try to move forward, but his grasp holds me there as he thrusts his now fully erect cock against my ass. I feel it press hard into the base of my spine, then slip past it and up the length of my ass. I feel his body press hard against me, trapping his now very large cock between our bodies. I feel his balls press against my ass cheeks.
I run my hand over his arm, down to his hand and intertwine my fingers with his. I guide his hand until I feel the thin wisps of hair just above my pussy. I feel myself blush as I think about how I didn’t even shave before we went out last night…
Last night… I try to think back to what exactly happened last night. We didn’t even have anything planned. I remember my husband John wanting to go to the local bar that we occasionally frequent for Thursday Night Football. I protested slightly as I hadn’t really planned on going anywhere and had had a long day at work.
He consoled me and told me it wasn’t anything special and just to throw on some jeans and a T-shirt, that we would just have a couple drinks, watch the game, and come home. As soon as we broke our embrace and kissed, I went down the hall towards our bedroom. I was thankful that we didn’t have to cook or clean anything tonight as I just wanted to sit back and relax.
I made my way into the bedroom and into the closet. I found my old go-to jeans but decided to grab a tighter fitting pair as we would be out in public. I found a nice, low-cut T-shirt to wear and walked over to the bed. I set my clothes down and started slipping out of my work attire.
I slipped my 3″ pumps off, sitting down to rub my feet from being in them all day. Once they were feeling better, I stood back up and started zipping down the back of my dress. Once it was loose enough, I wiggled my arms out of it and let it fall to my feet covering my shoes. I looked over into the mirror and admired myself for a second. I knew I needed to lose 5 more pounds before I would be happy with my own image, but I had managed to drop 15 pounds already since Christmas.
We had decided to go on an extended vacation using our timeshare in the Bahamas. I had been approved for two weeks off, and my husband’s business had finally taken off, so we could finally afford some us time. I had also decided that I would be coming back from that vacation with our first baby growing in my belly.
I stopped using birth control pills as soon as we bought the tickets. They were expensive First Class tickets, so I knew John would have no choice but to follow through with these plans no matter what. He was a little on the cheap side, but I made him spring for upgraded tickets to ensure he wouldn’t come up with an excuse to not go. The last two times we tried to go on vacation, something would come up and we would have to postpone or cancel.
I didn’t tell John about my ulterior motive for this trip so I have been using my trusty diaphragm for the last 3 months. Only one more month before I wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore, cause to be honest, taking it out was messy. I didn’t like lying to John or having to use it, but I wanted to make sure I got all the hormones out of my system long before we went on this trip. Nothing was going to get in the way of me coming home pregnant.
Over the course of the last few months, I did have a couple scares where he surprised me in the morning and I couldn’t get away from him and into the bathroom to insert it, he just wouldn’t take no for an answer, but as of right now I am in the clear.
I slipped on my jeans and turned around in the mirror, I raised up on my toes and saw the material stretch around my calves. Perfect I thought. I then followed my legs up to my ass, and that’s when it hit me. I could clearly make out my panty line through the material. They were cute silky black panties, but they were not meant to be worn under tight fitting clothes.
I quickly unbuttoned the jeans and stripped them off. I walked over to my panty drawer and opened it up. It took a while, but I was finally able to find my tiny G-string in all the mess that was my underwear. It was perfect because it was black satin that matched my bra perfectly and it was basically just a small triangle in the front with just a string that went up my ass and tee’d in the back, attached to a small jewel that attached to the strings that wrapped around my waist.
I stripped off my panties and quickly slid these up my legs. Once in place, it took a little maneuvering to get them straight and comfortable, but once they were in place, I walked over and slid my jeans back on. I slipped my shirt on, adjusting it to make sure anyone that looked got quite the view straight down my blouse. If I bent over enough, you would even be able to see the matching jewel on the front of my bra.
I then went into the bathroom, fixed my hair and makeup, brushed my teeth, sprayed on a little perfume, checked myself again, then picked up my clothes and put them into the hamper. Now to find the shoes I thought.
It didn’t take long for me to hear footsteps in the hallway. I knew what was coming. “We were just going to the bar to grab some drinks and relax,” he was going to say. “Why did it take me 45 minutes to get ready for something like that.”
Of course, I knew my answer, “I can’t just go out looking like I do when we are sitting on the couch watching TV.” So I was surprised when he turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks. I knew the look he was giving me. I could feel my pussy getting wet as he scanned me from head to toe, and back up again, stopping at my ass briefly then again at my breasts.
“Damn, you look great! I’ll be beating them off with a stick tonight, for sure! What shoes are you planning on wearing?”
“I’m still trying to decide,” I said as I slipped one pair on, then slipped them off again. When I got to the third pair, he whistled and practically begged me to wear them. I had to admit they were sexy, and I liked the jewel on the top of them. They kinda matched the one on my bra and panties, but I thought they might be too much. I usually wore these for a night out on the town.
I slipped the other one on and walked over to the mirror. The 4″ heel really expanded my calves out and the straps on the front and back really did look sexy as hell. I felt my husband’s arms wrap around me and kiss me gently on my neck, then up my neck to my ear. He then whispered, “You are gonna drive all the men crazy tonight!”
I arched my back and pressed my ass gently into his crotch, “Only one man I want to drive crazy, and he is right behind me!”
“Still, they won’t be able to look away from your beauty, then they’ll wonder what you’re doing with someone like me!” He said as he kissed my ear again, sending shivers up my spine and down my legs and arms. I could even feel the hair on the back of my neck stand at attention.
I grabbed his arms, then down to his hands. I could feel myself getting tingly all over. I could feel myself getting even more moist between my legs. I guided his hands up from my stomach to my breasts. He instinctively started kneading my breasts through my shirt and padded bra.