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My wife, Elisa, stared directly into my eyes.
“I want a child.”
“Honey, we’ve been over this,” I said.
“I’m going to get pregnant or we are going to get divorced,” she said, taking a sip of her wine.
“. . . I thought divorce was a sin.”
“You of all people should know I have a fairly flexible policy toward sinning.”
She leaned over the table, her huge tits about ready to spill out of her blouse. A thin platinum chain dotted with three single diamonds disappeared into the deep valley of her cleavage.
My hand trembled a little as I lifted my wine glass to my lips. I nearly choked on my wine as I felt her hand on my lap under the table.
“What do you say? Maybe we can make some sort of deal?”
Her hand massaged my cock through my slacks and I quickly grew erect.
I suddenly became aware of Anna, our live-in maid, standing in the doorway to the kitchen.
“Will there be anything else?” she asked.
Elisa kept rubbing my erection.
“Um . . . No, uh,” I stammered, “I, uh, think . . . we are fine. Thank you, Anna.”
Anna disappeared back into the kitchen.
My cock twitched against Elisa’s hand. With her other hand she pulled on her blouse, spilling out first one heavy breast then the other.
Her fingers worked to unbuckle my belt. I felt her hand slide into my boxers. The touch of flesh against flesh. She pulled my erection free of my boxers, out into the air.
“I indulge your every perverted fantasy,” she said softly.
I nodded.
“Do you want me to continue to indulge you?”
I nodded again.
Elisa stood up. She slid the table to the side, exposing my naked erection. I took a deep breath as she leaned over, shaking her big, full breasts. She leaned even further and I felt her tits knocking against my cock.
I was breathing fast. My cock twitched against the flesh of her breasts.
She lowered her mouth to my cock. I let out a whimper as her lips closed around me.
“Oh . . . what about Anna?” I whispered.
She lifted her head a little.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No, no.”
She resumed sucking my cock. My heart raced. I nervously scanned the room.
“Oh fuck,” I panted.
She bobbed up and down even faster. She took all of me into her mouth. I could feel her tongue writhing around my cock. I could feel her big tits resting against my leg.
“Oh, I’m gonna cum,” I groaned.
Elisa kept sucking. I moaned and erupted, emptying my balls down her throat.
“Oh . . . fuck.”
She stood up and picked up a cloth napkin off the table. She wiped it across her mouth and then dropped it onto my lap. She smirked a little and then placed a big kiss on my lips. I could taste just a hint of myself on her lips.
“. . . I’ll make an appointment at a sperm bank,” I said.
Elisa picked up her wine glass and strolled toward the stairs.
“I had something else in mind,” she said over her shoulder. “A somewhat more intimate donation.”
I cringed and quickly zipped up my pants.
Later that week I found out what she meant. On Saturdays she had a lesson with her tennis instructor, Adam. We had our own tennis court behind the house, next to the pool.
Elisa came downstairs, wearing a little white mini skirt that barely covered the bottom of her ass and a tank top that did VERY little to conceal her humongous tits.
“You look very . . . sexy,” I said.
“Thank you, honey,” she said, coming over and giving me a kiss. “I’m going to see if I can get a little more out of Adam than a tennis lesson.”
“. . . Huh?”
“You know. A little help with that problem we discussed.”
“What do you mean?”
“If you are really that curious, watch the tennis courts,” she said with a grin.
The doorbell rang and she hurried off to answer it. My heart was racing. I didn’t know what to do so I just stood there for a long time until, eventually, the not knowing seemed worse than the alternative.
I went to the bar that I kept fully stocked. I poured myself a double Glenfiddich. 21 years old.
I took a big drink and tried not to think about the fact that if Elisa got pregnant, I would be 73 before that child was old enough to drink.
I went to the stairs. My legs felt shaky as I climbed them. I went into my den and, after a moment of hesitation, I opened the blinds.
I breathed a sigh of relief. In the tennis court down below, I saw Adam and Elisa. Just playing tennis. He served balls to her gently and she returned them.
I sat down in one of the two big, brown, leather chairs. I took a sip of the scotch and then set the glass down on the table. They were just playing tennis. I told myself I wouldn’t worry about it any further.
But soon my glass was empty and I got up and went to the window again.
Still just tennis.
I went to a cabinet against the wall. I got out a good bottle of Macallan and poured myself another glass.
After a couple of minutes I peeked out the window again. I nearly dropped my glass.
They were no longer just playing tennis.
Their arms were wrapped around each other and their lips were locked. I gasped for air but still felt I could hardly breathe. I wanted to run from the window, but I was frozen in place. I was unable to tear my eyes away. I watched as his hand slid down her body. He lifted her mini skirt and exposed her bare ass.
He squeezed her thick, firm ass while they kissed again and again. She turned around and leaned her head back against his shoulder. His hands immediately found her massive tits. She laughed as he squeezed them hungrily.
I felt like I was gonna be sick. I felt my cock stirring in my pants and somehow that made me feel even worse. I felt like I might faint so I braced myself against the wall.
Elisa was getting down to her knees. She got his cock out and began to suck him, her head moving up and down violently.
I felt like I was going to hyperventilate. I slowly turned away. I just leaned against the wall for a long time. My hand trembled as I slowly lifted the glass of scotch to my lips.
After a few minutes my heartbeat slowed a little. I realized that I was rock hard. I glanced out the window again.
My wife was bent over, holding onto the fence while Adam fucked her from behind.
I closed my eyes. I tried to understand the mixture of anger and arousal I was feeling. After a minute I opened my eyes again. They were still fucking. Hard.
I took a big drink of scotch. And watched for another minute, until I couldn’t bear watching anymore.
When I opened my eyes again they were straightening their clothes. Adam was putting away his cock and zipping up his pants. Elisa tucked her huge breasts back into her tank top. Then they gathered up their rackets and they both went and leaned against the fence, just talking for a few minutes.
What the fuck did they have to chat about at that exact moment? Her follow through on her serve?
Eventually Adam slung his racquet bag over his shoulder and left the court. He didn’t head toward the house, he went around the side.
I stumbled over to my chair and collapsed into it. The last of the scotch in my glass sloshed out onto my hand.
I set the glass down. I lowered my hand, trembling and wet, to my lap. I pressed gently against the tent in my slacks.
My head reeled. I felt like I might faint.
I let go of my crotch and slumped further back into the chair.
It was nearly an hour before I could bring myself to get up and go downstairs.
I found Elisa flitting about the house dusting. I had never seen her dust anything in three years of marriage.
“Hey, honey,” she said with a grin.
I swallowed. My heart raced and my head felt fuzzy from drink and anger.
“. . . I know what you did.” I said, finally.
“Oh, you do?” She said, without an ounce of shame or regret. “You watched?”
I nodded.
“Good,” she said with a little smirk. “Did you like what you saw?”
“I most certainly did not!”
“Are you sure?” She asked, her eyes drifting down to my crotch.
I realized that I had grown erect again.
“Yes, I’m sure!”
“Do you want a little help with that?” She asked.
“No!” I stormed off to find another drink.
I went to the bar and looked through it. I selected a suitable bottle of whiskey and took it down to the basement.
I sat at my poker table, taking big swigs from the bottle. I tried not to think about Adam fucking my wife, but I could think of almost nothing else.
And my erection stubbornly refused to subside. I drank even more, willing my cock to grow soft.
I finally gave up and stumbled up two flights of stairs to my bedroom.
I found Elisa in our bed, wearing a little black negligee. My cock twitched in my pants.
“Oh honey,” she said, “are you still hard?”
I nodded.
“. . . Are you sure you don’t want my help?” She asked, a coy grin on her face.
I cast my eyes down and shook my head side to side.
“You want me to suck your cock?”
I nodded.
She sat up in the bed. “Come over here.”
I shuffled over to the edge of the bed. My head swam from the whiskey and intense arousal.
Elisa crawled on all fours over to me. She looked up at me with her beautiful, big, brown eyes as she rubbed her hand over my crotch.
“Uhhh . . . “ I murmured.
She unbuckled my belt and pulled my cock out. My dick was a little on the small side, if I was being honest. Her touch was electrifying. I suddenly felt dizzy.
She leaned forward a little and licked the head of my cock. A wave of pleasure rippled through my body.
She looked up at me. Her hand moved up and down my cock at an achingly slow pace.
“Do you want me to tell you the details?” She asked, in a sultry voice.
“Um . . . huh?” I groaned.
She stroked me a little faster. “Do you want to hear about him fucking me?”
The memory of her pressed up against the chainlink fence, moaning as her tennis instructor fucked her with wild abandon was burned in my mind.
“Um . . . I . . . Uh, no,” I finally stammered.
“It’s okay if you want to,” she said.
I shook my head.
She shrugged and wrapped her lips around my cock.
“Oh god,” I groaned.
I immediately thought of Elisa, down on her knees, in her skimpy tennis outfit, sucking Adam’s cock.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned.
My cock erupted. Elisa gagged in surprise but didn’t pull away.
When she finally pulled her mouth off, I stumbled back a step.
“. . . That was quick,” she said with a grin, a little cum dribbling down her chin.
I collapsed onto the bed next to her, panting and exhausted. I crawled up toward my pillow. Then I closed my tired, drunk eyes and tried to forget about the day's events.
When I woke up the next morning I was hard as a rock, and Elisa was nowhere to be found. Anna said that Elisa had left to go shopping.
When my erection failed to subside, I went to my den. I turned on some porno, but the memory of Adam fucking my wife kept floating to the front of my mind.
I paced the room. I felt lost. I was angry and aroused. I was mad that Elisa had such power over me that I would let her fuck other men. Maybe even let them impregnate her!
Suddenly I imagined her belly growing. And her huge tits growing even bigger. My cock twitched violently.
Why was I so horny?!
I heard a noise that might’ve been the front door. I closed my laptop and hurried downstairs, shuffling awkwardly because of my fierce erection.
I found Elisa in the entryway setting down a cluster of big shopping bags.
“Hey, honey,” she said with a smile.
“. . . Hey,” I croaked.
“What’s wrong?” Her heels click-clacked across the tile as she walked over to me.
I let out a whimper as she hugged me. Her big tits pressed against my chest and her body pressed against my erection.
“Is this because of yesterday?” She whispered in my ear.
I hesitated for a moment and then nodded.
Her big breasts were squashed against my chest and I could see straight down her dress.
“I think you like it when I . . . play around,” she said.
Her hips gyrated, her body grinding against me.
“Um . . . did you . . . cum?” I asked.
“Oh, so you do want to hear the details after all!” she said with a laugh.
I nodded.
“I came. Hard.” She kissed my neck.
“Was he . . . big?” I asked softly.
Her hand snaked between our bodies and slid inside my waistband. I felt her fingers wrap around my cock.
“Yes,” she said, slowly moving her hand up and down.
“. . . How big?”
“Huge.”
My cock twitched in her hand, and I let out a little gasp.
“Probably ten inches long. And thick.” Her lips moved to mine.
I panted as she kissed my lips.
“Does it make you hard to think about me cumming on his thick cock?”
I nodded and moaned.
“Does it make you hard to think about him filling up your fertile wife with his sperm?”
“Oh-gunhh!” My cock twitched again and again and began pumping semen into my boxers.
Her hand slowed a little and then slid out. She wiped her sticky hand off on my already damp crotch.
She jerked me off twice more that evening.
I spent most of the next week constantly erect. I got very little done at work, spending most of my time hiding my hard-on under my big oak desk.
I didn’t want to be okay with what was happening. I didn’t want it to make me so horny! But I felt helpless to stop it or my endless erections.
Until the following Saturday arrived, I didn’t even realize how excited I had become.
A few minutes before noon I found Elisa still laying out beside the pool. She was laying face down, nearly naked, on her reclined, pool lounge chair. Her tiny bikini left nothing to the imagination. My eyes wandered over her beautiful, olive skin.
“Aren’t you going to change into your tennis clothes?” I asked.
She rolled her head toward me and cracked a smile. “What’s the point? We both know I won’t be playing any tennis.”
I nodded nervously.
“Now make yourself scarce,” she said, shooing me off with her hand.
I adjusted my erection a little and turned and headed toward the house. I quickly made my way up to my den and poured myself a glass of scotch. I paced anxiously at the window, the glass in my hand.
After several minutes I saw Adam come out of the house below me and head down the stairs toward the pool.
Elisa rolled over on her lounge chair. The top of her bikini was essentially two small triangles that covered the bare minimum. It would have been extremely revealing even on a woman much less well-endowed.
She smiled and waved to Adam. He crossed over to my wife and stood over her. I watched as she sat up and hooked a finger through one of his belt loops. She pulled him closer and rubbed her other hand over his crotch.
My cock twitched fiercely in my pants. I downed my scotch and then quickly fished my cock out of my jeans.
Down below, Elisa nearly had time to get his big cock out of his pants before I let out a groan and started to cum. I looked around for some kleenex but it was too late. I just panted and kept stroking as I coated the wall below the window with my cum.
When I was finished, I leaned on the window sill and tried to catch my breath. I watched as my wife took her tennis instructor’s big cock in her hands and slowly stroked him until he was fully erect.
It was much harder to watch now that I was limp and my lust had subsided. I felt a little sick to my stomach as I watched her wrap her lips around his big dick. His hand reached down and squeezed one of her huge tits.
I turned away. After a second I grabbed my glass and went over to the cabinet that held a few different bottles of liquor. My hands shook as I poured another glass of scotch. I slumped into the nearby leather chair and sipped at my drink, my limp, little cock still hanging out of my fly.
After a few minutes I stood up and went back to the window. Both of them were swimming in the big, olympic-size pool. I saw his clothes and her bikini piled near the edge of the pool. He swam after her and caught her. She let out a laugh as he pulled her up against him and his hands began to roam over her body.
I tried to will myself to get hard again. I watched as Adam pushed her up against the edge of the pool. He pressed his body against hers and kissed her deeply.
I took another sip of scotch and wrapped my hand around my limp cock. I gripped myself tightly and pulled on my soft dick.
Adam grabbed the edge of the pool and hauled himself up, then turned and sat on the concrete, his big cock projecting proudly skyward. Elisa swam over and treaded water in front of him. She gripped his thighs and leaned forward and started to suck his cock. She pushed her head further and further down until he must have been deep inside her throat.
I stroked myself faster. I was panting but my cock still felt limp in my hands.
After a minute he lifted her out of the pool and they both hurried over to the lounge chair she had been sunning on.
Elisa laid down and spread her legs wide. Adam climbed on top of her and slid his cock into her pussy. She let out a moan and wrapped her arms and legs around him tightly.
I was breathing fast. My cock was beginning to stiffen, but only slightly. I swallowed a big gulp of scotch and kept stroking. I felt a wave of lust building through my body.
Down below, Adam hooked his hands behind my wife’s knees. He pushed her legs up until she was nearly bent double, her legs on his shoulders. She let out a shriek as he slammed his big cock into her mercilessly.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I wasn’t even all the way hard, but I started to cum again. I let out a grunt and began to add to the cum already decorating the wall.
After a few minutes, Adam’s thrusts slowed and became more deliberate. I knew he must be pumping my wife full of his cum. If he hadn’t knocked her up the first time, he was probably doing so right now.
I watched as he finally pulled out and collapsed onto the ground beside her. I willed him to leave. To get dressed and go.
But he took his time.
When he finally got dressed and left, I downed the last of my scotch and hurried down the stairs, fumbling with my fly. I raced out to the pool. I found Elisa lying on her stomach. She had put the bottom of her bikini back on but not the top.
My cock twitched wildly as I drank in the sight of her beautiful body. Her full, round ass, barely covered. Her big breasts, squashed against the chair.
“Like what you see?” She asked without looking up.
“Mmm,” I whimpered.
“Or maybe,” she said, turning her head toward me to reveal a devilish grin, “you like what you saw.”
“. . . I wanna fuck you so bad right now,” I said.
“Not a chance!” She said, resting her head on her arms again.
“Well at least jerk me off,” I begged.
Without lifting her head, her right arm snaked out and reached back toward me.
I let out a big sigh and knelt down. I fumbled with my zipper and got my little cock out.
“Unnh,” I moaned as her fingers curled around my dick.
Her eyes remained closed as she slowly stroked me. My cock felt almost painfully sensitive in her hand.
I was breathing heavy. I rested my hand on her thick, beautiful ass. After a moment, my hand drifted down between her legs. Her thighs felt sticky. I slid her bikini to the side and pushed two fingers into her pussy.
“Oh god,” I groaned.
Her pussy felt loose. I moved my fingers in and out. She was slippery from Adam’s cum.
“Oh fuck!” I panted.
Elisa let out a giggle. I groaned and began to cum. I thrust against her hand and a pitiful cumshot dribbled out across her ass.
After that day I entered a state of perpetual arousal. I begged Elisa to fuck me, but she flat out refused. She insisted that I would not be allowed to fuck her until she was pregnant.
I whined but she persuaded me with near constant handjobs and blowjobs that, despite their frequency, never quite seemed to be enough.
It was Thursday when I came home to find a pregnancy test lying on the kitchen counter.
My heart leapt. I gingerly picked it up. My cock twitched in anticipation.
Two lines. Two lines meant pregnant, right? Where the hell was the package?
I rushed up the stairs, still carrying the little, white pregnancy test.
I found Elisa in our bedroom. She was wearing a thin yellow sundress, laying on the bench under the window, basking in the sun.
“Hello,” she practically sang, a wide smile on her face.
“Does this mean what I think it means?” I asked, holding up the pregnancy test.
She nodded and grinned.
“You’re pregnant?” I had lost all angst at the thought of having a child, I could only think about my desire for her.
She nodded again, rubbing her hand across her stomach.
I felt my erection twitch in my pants. I hurried across the room and hugged her.
“Does this mean you are happy?” she asked as she felt my erect cock pressing against her.
“I’m happy, if you’re happy,” I said, softly.
She let out a giggle. “I’m very happy.”
Elisa stood up and turned around. She bent over and braced herself on the window sill.
“You mean I can . . . ?”
She nodded.
I hurriedly pulled my pants down. I slid her panties to the side and shoved my cock into her.
“Oh god,” I groaned. Her pussy felt slicker than any I had felt in my lifetime. “Holy fuck!”
She moaned a little as I held her by the waist and humped wildly.
“Oh, I’m gonna cum!” I said.
She looked back over her shoulder. “So soon?”
I nodded and humped faster. I groaned and started to empty my balls into her.
After a minute, I pulled out and then stumbled over toward the bed. I just laid there, trying to catch my breath.
Elisa put her hand between her legs and began to rub vigorously at her clit. It wasn’t much more than a minute before she began to gasp as she started to orgasm.
The following day was her tennis lesson. All morning I felt both a little relieved and a little disappointed that she wouldn’t have to fuck Adam.
But, as the lesson grew closer, I began to feel less sure. Who knew what Elisa would do?
Around eleven I finally worked up the courage to ask her.
“Elisa?”
“Yes?” she answered, prancing about in her little tennis outfit.
“You’re . . . not going to fuck Adam anymore, are you?”
“Of course I am, silly,” she said with a laugh. She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“But, but why?” I stammered. I could feel my face getting flush. “You’re already pregnant.”
“It wouldn’t be fair to Adam to use him for his sperm and then dump him as soon as I got pregnant, would it?”
“Yeah it would be!”
“Oh, come on,” she said with a giggle, “you like it.” Her hand reached down and found my erection.
“Um . . . well . . .”
“Are you telling me that you aren’t going to watch from the window?”
My silence, I am sure, said everything.
She leaned close to me. “Don’t worry. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
I turned and headed up to my den. I felt a little deflated that I had so little control over our relationship, but I was honestly still excited to watch.
I poured myself a drink. After a while I saw Adam and Elisa walking out to the tennis court. This time they actually practiced for half an hour before they began to fuck.
I told myself I wasn’t going to masturbate but within a few minutes I caved and pulled my cock out. At one point as Adam was pounding her, Elisa even lifted her hand in a fleeting wave to me.
I came then poured myself another glass of scotch and sank into my chair.
Several minutes later, Elisa opened the door.
“Knock, knock,” she said.
Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her olive skin glistened with sweat.
I took a sip of my scotch.
“I thought I would come take care of you too,” she said, “but it looks like you already took care of yourself.”
She walked over to me. Her fingers brushed over my spent cock. It twitched at her touch.
“Unless you think you could go again?” she said.
I swallowed and nodded eagerly.
She stroked me and, slowly, my cock grew in her hand.
“Do you want a blowjob or do you want to fuck?” she asked.
“. . . Fuck,” I answered, breathing heavy.
She straddled me. Her hand was on my neck. Our lips met and her tongue pushed inside my mouth.
Her little white tennis skirt rode up and I felt her bare pussy against my cock.
I moaned into her lips as her wetness surrounded me. I realized it must be a mixture of her juices and Adam’s cum. My heart beat fast as we kissed and she slowly moved up and down.
“. . . Tell me how big his cock felt,” I whispered.
“He felt huge,” she whispered in my ear.
My chest heaved against hers. I gripped her full ass.
“He stretched my pussy,” she said.
“. . . How does my cock feel . . . now?”
“Oh, you feel so small after his huge cock!”
“Uhhh!” I groaned.
She slid up and down a few more times and I lost it. My cock twitched and I emptied a second load into her well used pussy.
All through the pregnancy Elisa fucked Adam. Sometimes he came over twice a week. I begged Elisa to let me watch. From closer up.
When she wasn’t far from her due date, she finally told me that I could hide in the closet and watch if I really wanted.
I peered through the slats as Elisa led Adam toward my bed. She sat him down on the bed and immediately lowered herself to her knees in front of him. She practically tore his pants off. Then her lips were around his big, hard cock.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned. “I love the way you suck cock.”
I was panting. My erection pointed straight out, stretching the front of my pants into a tent. There was a big wet spot at the tip where my head was leaking precum.
“Oh fuck,” I murmured under my breath.
Adam put his hand on the back of my wife’s head and pushed down until she was choking on his huge dick.
My cock twitched fiercely at the sound of my wife gagging on another man’s cock.
After a few seconds he let go and she drew in huge, heaving breaths. But, she quickly went back to sucking him. Slowly taking his big dick in and out of her mouth.
After a minute, she stood up and pulled her dress up over her head. She was naked except for the lacy, black bra that was straining to contain her huge, pregnant tits.
Adam pulled her close. He rubbed his hand over my wife’s swollen, pregnant belly as she unclasped her bra and her heavy tits spilled out. He gripped her ass and buried his face in her breasts.
“You like my big tits?” she asked.
His answer was a muffled yes.
“You know, it’s your fault they are so big.” She chuckled as she reached down and stroked his thick cock.
Slowly, Elisa lowered herself to the edge of the bed. She guided his cock between her breasts.
“Oh fuck, your tits are amazing,” he moaned.
She pressed on the sides of her huge breasts, pushing them together as she moved up and down.
“. . . Fuck,” I whimpered, running my hand over my lap.
My eager cock twitched in my pants. The wet spot was quickly growing.
Adam pulled Elisa up to her feet. He kissed her deeply and then he helped her onto the bed. She got on all fours and he got behind her.
He rubbed his hand over her back and guided his big cock into her.
“Unhh-” she murmured. “Oh, you’re so big.”
He slid out slowly and pushed back in, a little deeper this time.
“Oh fuck your cock feels good,” she moaned.
I made a sort of wheezing sound. My little cock ached for release, but I told myself I wasn’t going to masturbate. It would make the sex after Adam left that much better.
I watched with ragged breath as he slid in and out of her a few more times.
“Ahh . . . fuck it,” I muttered.
I unzipped my pants and pulled my small, already sticky cock out.
“Fuck,” I groaned, softly as I began to feverishly stroke myself.
Elisa was beginning to moan loudly.
“Oh fuck you’re so much bigger than my husband,” she said.
“That’s hot,” he groaned, thrusting into her a little faster. “Tell me how much bigger I am.”
“Oh fuck . . . you’re so much bigger,” she moaned. “His cock is so small.”
“Oh fuck . .” I panted, my small cock pulsing wildly in my hand.
I was overwhelmed with embarrassment and shame and jealousy. But most of all, I was overwhelmed with arousal.
“How small?” Adam asked.
Elisa let out a moan. “Not even . . . five inches.”
“Oh fuck . . .” I tried to say quietly. My cock emptied onto a handful of Elisa’s dresses that happened to be hanging beside me.
“. . . Oh fuck.”
My cock shriveled and dribbled on the floor between my legs as I leaned closer to the closet door to get a better view.
“Oh fuck . . . oh fuck!” Elisa moaned.
Her tits shook and her big, pregnant belly rested against the bed.
“Oh . . . you’re gonna make me cum!”
He thrust into her hard and she let out a yelp.
“Fuck, your pussy feels amazing,” he grunted.
Elisa whimpered and gasped for air.
“Oh . . . Uhh . . . give me-uh-your cum.”
“Oh fuck . . .OH!” He slammed into her, groaning.
I could see the strong muscles in his ass tensing as he emptied his balls into my pregnant wife’s pussy. I murmured softly and rubbed my hand over my soft, little dick.
After a few moments, Adam pulled out and Elisa slumped forward onto the bed. He sat down next to her and they both slowly caught their breath.
I stroked my limp cock as quietly as I could. Come on, get hard, I thought.
After a few minutes, Adam got dressed, but Elisa made no move to cover herself. Adam kissed her and said goodbye.
I watched through the slats as Elisa got onto all fours, with her ass pointed toward the closet door. I stroked myself madly. I could see Adam’s cum leaking from her pussy.
“Come on, get hard,” I muttered.
After a few seconds, she said, “Well? Are you going to come out of there?”
I kept stroking myself. I was breathing fast, but I still wasn’t all the way hard yet.
“Uh-huh.”
I gave myself a few last strokes and then slowly pushed the door open.
She looked back at me over her shoulder.
“You came in there, didn’t you?”
I nodded. I kept stroking myself and slowly walked toward her.
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist,” she said, shaking her head.
“Just gimme a second. I’m almost ready,” I said.
Elisa looked straight ahead again. As I stroked myself, she began to slowly wiggle her full, plump ass.
I ran my left hand over her ass.
“Oh god . . .” I said.
I stroked myself and slid my hand down her ass and between her legs. I ran my fingers along the inside of her still wet thighs.
“Is your little dick hard yet?” she asked with a chuckle.
“. . . Almost,” I said, stroking myself even harder.
I pushed two fingers into her.
“Oh fuck,” I panted.
Her pussy felt wet. I could feel Adam’s cum squishing inside her.
I was hard. Not quite all the way, but close enough. I doubted she would be able to tell the difference after being stretched by Adam, anyway.
“Oh . . . muh-fuck,” I groaned as I slid into her.
She felt slick and loose around my smaller cock.
“I can hardly feel you, baby.” She chuckled.
“. . . Oh god,” I moaned. I gripped her big pregnant ass and thrust wildly into her, again and again.
“Oh that’s it,” she said. “Get your sloppy seconds. Hump my used pussy!”
“Oh fuck . . . fuck,” I panted. I gave her three more sharp thrusts and began to cum. My small cock twitched and my balls throbbed as they began to empty, adding my load to Adam’s.
I collapsed onto the bed. Elisa rolled over and I held her in my arms, idly stroking her huge tits and her big belly.
“Are you gonna miss my pregnant belly? And my big, heavy breasts?” she asked.
I nodded.
She was quiet for a few moments. “Don’t worry. I’m sure they’ll be back soon enough.”
The End
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