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I’ve rushed this one out, so apologies if there are any grammatical errors. I’ll do a third proof read before posting it on lit erotica.
This one contains something a bit different. A few people have asked for it, but it hadn’t happened in the time line until after Anna was pregnant. But, because I was asked by a few people, I decided to do another part.
I’m a bit nervous about this one, but I hope it’s fun for at least a few people.
I’ll probably do one last part after this.
Mark….
Anna was very excited about being pregnant again, but it did come with some drawbacks for her. She could no longer fuck random strangers, and made it clear to Brian (who was told to tell John) that she had to he extra careful now.
Brian told her that the guys at the gangbang had been vetted and provided recent STI tests. That two of them, the fat guy and the hairy guy, both hadn’t fucked anyone for two and three years respectively. He always liked to find men who struggled to get laid. It made them appreciate Anna all the more.
So, Anna agreed to stick to just the four of them. She had always gotten super horny once she hit the second trimester, and she knew she’d need and crave a ton of sex.
Before she got to that stage, something else happened to increase her roster by one, but I’ll cover that later.
The following Saturday evening, Brian collected Anna and took her to his place. She was to have a three-sum with him and the fat guy, who had travelled back up from Birmingham.
She had been gone an hour when I got a knock at the front door. I answered it to see John standing there.
“Let me in then, it’s cold.” He said, pushing his way past me.
I closed the door as he walked into the front room. He hadn’t bothered to take his shoes or coat off.
“I’m guessing I can’t smoke in here? Where can we go?” He asked me.
“Er, the backyard? Or the garage?” I replied. I was hoping he wanted a normal cigarette because I didn’t want the neighbours smelling that distinctive odor. I was also confused as to why he was here.
“Garage it is,” He confirmed, walking into the kitchen, “let’s go.”
I followed him into the kitchen and out the back patio doors into the backyard.
Our garage is attached to the neighbours. Two garages built together. From the gap between the two garage doors we have a 6 foot fence and gate that attaches to the corner of the house. Because of that the shared driveway in between only gives direct access to the neighbours garage. We don’t use ours for the car, anyway. It’s used as storage space and has mats down for exercising. I’ll lift weights, do sit-ups, etc, and Anna will do yoga there.
We go into the garage through the side door. I turned on the light and the heater. I’m pretty sure our neighbour, a single guy in his late 40’s, uses his garage as a gym as well, because I hear him lifting and dropping heavy weights regularly. Luckily, I couldn’t hear anything coming from his side.
John pulled out two joints. He lit one, passed it to me, and lit the second. It seemed clear I was expected to smoke it all to myself.
“Aren’t you going to congratulate me?” John asked, as he pulled on the joint.
I frowned, “Erm, yeah, sure. What for?”
“You know full well.” He replied, “I’m going to be a father.”
I coughed a bit. Not from his words but because the strong weed was tickling my throat.
“Oh, yeah,” I said back, feeling my face start to burn.
“So?” John wasn’t giving me that usual mocking smirk he usually did. He looked more intense somehow.
“Congratulations.” I said to him,
“You do it’s mine, don’t you?” John was looking at me, standing very close. I took an involuntary half step back. “I pumped so much cum into her. Researched best positions for conception as well. Fuck, just thinking about it growing in her is making me hard.”
I looked down as he rubbed his cock through his dirty grey jogging bottoms. I could clearly see the outline of his cock.
The weed had started to hit me. I was trying to keep up with John, but that now seemed like a mistake.
He proceeded to tell me, in detail, how he fucked her, with her legs over his shoulders, pushing deep as he came. How Anna reacted, how he stayed inside of her for as long as he could get away with.
We smoked as he talked. The weed had made me very thirsty and John’s detailed account of what had gone down that night got me hard.
We finished smoking and went back inside the house.
“Put the kettle on, bitch, I’m dying for a cuppa.” John said, as he kicked off his old white trainers at the patio doors.
“Give me your phone,” He said, tossing his coat on the kitchen table, as I handed it to him. “Unlock it, idiot.”
I unlocked it and passed it back. John disappeared into the living room.
I made him a cup of tea and got myself a glass of orange while the kettle boiled to quench my thirst. I felt incredibly stoned. Once made, I took it to him in the front room. He was sitting on the sofa looking at my phone screen, with his next to him on the armrest. The noises coming out of my phone made it clear he was watching porn.
He looked up as I handed him the tea, flipping the phone around to show me a porno of Anna getting fucked in fishnets by three guys.
“Amazing, eh?” John said, licking his fat lips. “Must be so strange seeing her like that? It says forty-one thousand views. Forty thousand guys have jerked off watching your wife get double penetrated.”
My cock had gone semi limp while making the tea, but sprang back to life again. She had a purple shirt on and one of the guys had ripped open the fishnet tights at the back to get access to her pussy and ass.
John turned the phone back around to look at it.
“Take your clothes off.” He said, looking at me while taking a sip of the hot tea.
I felt so weird as I stripped off. Kind of out of body because of the weed, but also embarrassed by the way he didn’t take his eyes off me.
Once I was naked he ordered me to kneel in the middle of the living room floor.
John stands up, putting his cup of tea on the table next to the armrest, and takes his clothes off. My heart starts beating, wondering what he wants to do. He throws his clothes on the sofa as he removes them. Once he’s naked, he retrieves a small black/brown bottle from the pocket of his discarded jogging bottoms. Similar to the one he had at his house the night he wanked off with me there, but this one was slightly bigger. He walks to me, unscrewing the top.
“Sniff,” He says, holding it to my nose. “Keep going, that’s it, more, more. Now hold it. Hold it. OK, breathe out.”
I exhale, feeling a huge rush.
“Suck my cock.” He said quietly to me.
I look up at him. No smile on his face, just a look of lust and dominance. I look at his cock. It’s rock hard and very thick. Much thicker than mine, maybe about the same length. He has fingers and his thumb from his left hand on it, slowly pulling back the foreskin, exposing more of the head.
“I know you’ve thought about it. Anyone who eats as much cum as you is clearly a secret fag.” He said, stepping slightly closer, “Just let it happen. Open that mouth. I’ll make you my bitch, just like your wife is.”
In all honesty, I’d never really thought about anything like this before. Even though I loved seeing different cocks go inside my wife, and loved cleaning up what other men left behind, I’d never considered sucking one myself.
But with the weed, the intense rush going through my head, John’s humiliation and quiet domination, I parted my lips.
He immediately put the head of his cock in my mouth.
“Yeah, that’s good. That’s a good little faggot.” John had put one hand on top of my head, moving me slowly backwards and forwards on his cock.
“Now lick it. Lick it all over. Make it wet.” I started to do tentative licks over his cock, keeping my arms down by my side.
“No, use the flat of your tongue,” He instructed, “Come on, firmer. Yeah, much better, good boy. Take hold of it. Show me you’re a slut just like Anna. Have some more.”
John gave me another sniff from his bottle. I breathed in deep, allowing him to take charge.
I took hold of his cock and licked it all over, pushing my face in close. My head was buzzing and my heart was beating fast. My nostrils were suddenly full from the scent on his cock. I stroked my hand along his now wet cock, licking the head, and tasting his pre cum. It tasted very sweet.
“Mmm, that’s good. Such a hungry little faggot. I knew you’d like it.” John’s voice had a low growl to it, “Take it back in, give me a blowjob. You’re mine now, just like she is. Don’t worry, this will be our dirty little secret.”
I found it difficult to take him deeper into my mouth. It was much harder than it looked in porn videos. My gag reflex kept kicking in if I went too deep, so I just sucked as much as I could, wanking him in my mouth as I did.
“Now my balls,” John said, “Nice form licks. Get your face right in there.”
I lowered down a bit and pressed my mouth against them, licking and tasting them, while holding his cock.
“Keep wanking me, mmm, yeah, that’s good. Obedient little fuck, just like she is.”
I licked his balls until he pulled away.
“Open your mouth,”
John put his fingers under my chin, tilting my head back a bit, leant down slightly, and spat directly into my mouth. With no chance to react, he put his cock back in.
I continued to suck him for the next five minutes or so. Following any instructions, trying to do my best to please him.
He gave me another sniff from his bottle, one in each nostril this time, then told me to lay back on the floor. John retrieved his phone and sat over my chest. My arms were pinned to my side by his legs and the head of his cock was just below my chin.
I heard the beep on his phone as he started to film, holding it in his left hand while he wanked his cock with his right.
“Oh yeah, open your mouth, put that tongue out.” John was breathing heavy as he spoke, “You’re my faggot now. I own you, just like that whore. Both of you are mine. Oh, God, you dirty fucker.”
John raised up and shot three, thick ropes of cum over my face. I flinched a bit with the first, closing my mouth slightly, but still keeping it open with my tongue out. The first shot went over my tongue, across my nose, and I felt it hit my forehead. Thinking the second was going in my eye, I closed both, but I felt it cover my nose instead. The third went on my tongue and around my lips.
I was surprised how warm it was. I swallowed what was in my mouth and opened it again, still keeping my eyes closed.
“Fuck, yeah, swallow that.”
Once my mouth was open again, I felt John put his cock back in. I could taste more cum as he squeezed out what was left.
“Don’t move.” He said, getting off me and standing back up.
“Look at you. Covered in my cum. The same cum I used to get your bitch pregnant. Wank your cock. Go on, fag, let me see how much you enjoyed being my new cum dump.”
I started wanking. My cock had been rock hard throughout. I could feel his cum start to run down the side of my face.
It didn’t take long for me to shoot my own load over my stomach.
After I came I felt so embarrassed. I just stayed there with my eyes closed. I heard the beep as John stopped recording. I heard him put his clothes on and go into the kitchen and back. A few moments later I listened as he left out the front door.
I cleaned myself up, then took a shower. Once I dried and got dressed I saw a message on my phone from John. It was a still from the video he had taken. It was a close-up of me with my eyes closed, cum over my face, and a cock in my mouth. Underneath was text saying, “Our little secret,” and a wink face emoji.
I didn’t mention any of this to Anna when she got back later that night.
The following Saturday, John had taken her to his place for the afternoon. The kids were with my mum’s again and due back Sunday morning. I received a text message from him at about 5pm to say he was bringing her back.
I went to the back bedroom and got naked as usual, waiting to hear her come into the house. The curtains were closed but the window was slightly open to allow some fresh air in. I heard a car pull up, followed by two doors slamming shut, then the unmistakable sound of high heels on concrete, getting louder as someone, Anna I guessed, walked up the driveway in between our house and the neighbours.
When I heard the back gate open I dived to the window, peaking out through the curtain.
John was behind Anna, with his hand gripping her hair, leading her through the back gate and into the side door of the garage. She was wearing the schoolgirl outfit she had left the house in earlier, but without her coat. Her legs looked so sexy in the over the knee stockings and white heels, and that pleated skirt was so short.
I saw the light inside the garage turn on, but the door had been left half open.
I was about to go sit back down when I saw the neighbour come out of his back door and go into his garage. I closed the curtains as tight as I could to not get spotted because I was naked. My heart started pounding as I realised that he would clearly be able to hear whatever was about to take place between John and Anna.
I kept watching, but after a few minutes I didn’t see, or hear, anything else.
My phone vibrated and I checked it to see a new message from John.
“Come down to the garage. Door is open. Make no sound. I don’t want her knowing you are there. Stay quiet.”
I put my dressing gown on and quickly went down the stairs, through the kitchen, and, as quietly as I could, opened the patio door. With no shoes on I was able to sneak over to the garage, without making any noise, and peek inside.
Anna was blindfolded, on her knees with her arms behind her back, and topless. John was completely naked in front of her. He grinned at me as I stood at the opening of the door, then looked back at Anna. His cock wasn’t hard, but he held it in one hand.
“Mmm, look at you, you filthy whore. You want my piss?”
“Yes, please, Daddy.” Anna replied. She sounded super horny.
“Where do you want it?”
“Everywhere. My hair, face, mouth. Cover my tits.”
I realised I couldn’t hear anything from the next-door’s garage. He wasn’t working out. And unless he’d gone back inside during the few seconds it took for me to get down here, he was still in there. Both John and Anna weren’t talking quietly. He would be able to hear everything they were saying. The idea of him hearing this turned me on even more.
“Open your mouth. Swallow all the piss I put in there.”
It took maybe a minute or so, but John started pissing over her. A little bit at first, only strong enough to hit the thighs she was sitting back on, but then a steady stream. Clearly, John had been drinking a lot in preparation for this.
He directed a bit in her mouth then up and soaking her hair on the top of her head. Anna swallowed what he’d left and reopened her mouth, waiting. He pissed over her breasts, moving a little closer, and moved his cock around as he covered her face. Every time he filled her mouth, Anna would dutifully swallow and wait for more. John smirked at me.
He squeezed out the last bit into her mouth and moved in to put his cock in there as well.
Without looking at me, he gave me a shooing motion with his hand, so I left as quietly as I’d arrived.
I left and went back to the bedroom, again looking out the window. I could just make out the sounds of Anna moaning as John had his fun with her.
Anna….
It was Monday and eight days after her session at John’s house, which had concluded by her getting pissed on and fucked in her garage, Anna was working remotely from home.
It was midday, the kids were at school, and she was sitting at the kitchen table with her laptop. Anna was alone in the house because Mark had left about 10 minutes earlier to go and buy some new outdoor Christmas decorations.
Because Anna was working from home, she only wore black leggings and an old black t-shirt. She hadn’t even bothered with underwear today.
She jumped as someone knocked on the patio door behind her. Anna turned to see the neighbour, Paul, at the door. He smiled and gave a little wave.
Anna gave a slight smile back, getting up from her chair, to go see what he wanted.
“Hi Anna, sorry to bother you, but have you got a minute?” He asked politely.
“Sure, is everything OK?” Anna replied, mimicking his polite tone.
“Yeah, all fine, is Mark about?” Paul asked.
“No, sorry, he’s gone out to get some decorations for Christmas. He’ll probably be back in an hour or two.” Anna replied, curious to know what he wanted with her husband.
“Ah, that’s ok. It’s probably best if I talk with you first, anyway. It’s just a bit delicate. Could we talk privately?”
“Sure,” Anna stood back to allow Paul to enter the kitchen.
He came in, closing the door behind himself. As far as Anna knew, this was the first time he’d been inside their house. She glanced at the kitchen sink wishing she’d put the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher earlier. She noticed that Paul had his own laptop tucked under his arm.
“Would you like a cup of tea?” She asked him.
“Oh, thanks, but I’m fine. I just wanted to show you something.” Paul replied, holding his laptop up and giving it a slight wiggle.
Anna gave a slight nod as Paul went to the table and opened the laptop up.
“I’m not sure if you know, but a few years ago the village had a lot of sheds and garages getting robbed.” Paul said, looking back at her as he bent over slightly to boot up his laptop. “So, I installed a lot of cameras around the house. Cost quite a bit.”
Anna moved to the table to see what he was doing.
“Did somebody break into your garage?” Anna asked.
“Oh, no, nothing like that, but I do check my cameras regularly.” Paul clicked on a file, then tapped to play one of the small pictures, “I came across this.”
Anna almost screamed with surprise. It was a video of her totally naked, except for her high heeled dancing shoes, walking around the front of a car, heading to her front door. The picture quality was excellent, full colour and extremely clear. Anna recognised it from when she got home from the gangbang in which she’d gotten pregnant.
Without looking up, Paul played another video.
“And this,”
The next was of her sitting in the passenger seat of a car. The driver was an old, slightly chubby white man. He’d parked up the drive, which allowed the camera a perfect angle in which to look down through the windscreen.
Anna knew what she was going to see before it happened. She watched as the guy pulled his trousers down, put his hand on the back of her head, and guided her down to his cock. He held her down as he humped her face.
She’d gotten over the initial shock and her mind was working. There was only one reason, she assumed, that he was showing all this to her. He wanted to fuck her. Anna started putting an idea together, feeling turned on the more she thought about it.
Paul clicked on another video. This was from last week. It showed her in her schoolgirl uniform, being led by John, walking up the driveway and in through the back gate.
Paul stood up as it played, looking at her as she watched it.
“It’s probably none of my business, but you guys haven’t been very discreet. I’m assuming Mark knows? I haven’t seen him coming in or out with you when these things took place, though?”
This was it, Anna thought. If she did this right, she could have a lot of fun. Something new and extra naughty.
“No. He doesn’t know. Please don’t say anything, Paul.” Anna said, putting on her best anxious look.
“He doesn’t know? About any of this?” Paul sounded surprised, she wasn’t sure if he was faking.
He clicked another video. It showed her getting out of Brian’s car, wearing only black stocking, and looking a complete mess. She guessed it was after one of her dogging outings, maybe the first. Anna got more turned on just by seeing the state she had been in.
“How did he not see you like this when you got home? His car’s in the driveway, so he must have been in.”
“Mark’s usually asleep when I get back.” Anna replied, trying to make her voice quiet and submissive. “I take a shower before getting into bed with him.”
“Wow. And he’s never suspected? You’ve never been caught? And who are these guys? I’ve seen that big guy pick you up a few times, and that old one, from before when you were in that sexy schoolgirl outfit. I’ve seen him drop you off before.” Paul had dropped the surprised act. He asked questions as if expecting an answer.
“Brian is the big guy, he’s my manager at work. The older man is his neighbour.”
“And the others? I’ve seen you give blowjobs to different men that park up on the road or on the driveway.”
Anna blushed a bit at that. She felt like a right slut as she answered him.
“Uber drivers.”
Paul clicked on the video of her in the schoolgirl outfit from last week and paused it. He turned the laptop slightly, so the screen was pointed at her. He moved behind her, looking at it over her shoulder.
He was tall, at least 6 feet, maybe more. He was bad looking, but nothing special. Short brown hair, brown eyes. Slim build, but not skinny.
“I’ll be honest, Anna.” Paul said, lowering his voice a bit, “I saw you come home last week on the camera. I could see you went to the garage instead of the house. Just there, see?”
He moved the video forward. You could just make out her and John moving to the garage after entering the gate. He rolled it back until it was paused on a clear picture of her.
“I went out into my garage. I could hear everything through the wall.” Anna’s heart was beating faster as Paul carried on, building up to what he wanted. “Do you think Mark’s going to be upset? Or do you think it’s best that you tell him first?”
Anna stayed still, looking at the screen.
“Please don’t say anything. He’ll be so mad, and,” Anna hesitated, she wanted to add a bit extra, but wasn’t sure if it was too much, “we’ve been trying for a baby.”
Was it too much? Would it scare him off? Make him panic a bit. She held her breath.
“Well, I’m not sure,” Paul said, “lying to him seems very wrong.”
Anna felt Paul place a hand on her right ass cheek. She didn’t move and didn’t say anything. Encouraged by her lack of resistance, Paul gently started to caress her ass, ever so slightly squeezing as he did.
“I guess I don’t have to say anything just yet. I do have a confession to make.” Paul said.
He moved his hand off her ass and back to the laptop. He pushed a bit closer against her as he leaned in. Paul clicked another file. It was the video of the blowjob she gave the fat Uber driver. Once it started playing, he moved his hand back to her ass.
“I’ve wanked off more than once watching this. It’s so naughty. Especially now I know that Mark knows nothing about it.” Paul said, his lips close to her ear.
Anna’s nipples were rock hard. She could feel them against the fabric of her t-shirt. Her pussy had tightened up in excitement. She was sure she was already wet.
Paul’s other hand came around under her t-shirt. He placed it on the bare skin of her stomach, his cold hands gave her goosebumps.
When Anna did nothing to stop it, he put his thumbs inside the top of her leggings and slowly pulled them down, leaving them at mid-thigh. He then moved her hair with his right hand, hooking it behind her ear. That same hand then went in between her legs, finding her pussy.
“Mmm, Anna, you are very wet down there. Are you horny?” Paul’s lips were almost touching her ear.
“Would you like a blowjob?” Anna whispered, “Or do you have a condom? We’re trying to get me pregnant.”
“No,” Paul replied, “no condoms, but I promise not to cum inside you.”
He moved the laptop to the side with his left hand, at the same time putting his right in between her shoulder blades and bending her over the table.
Anna looked straight ahead, not wanting him to see the lust on her face. She submissively placed both hands flat on the table.
Paul knelt down behind her and quickly removed her leggings. He pulled her ass cheeks apart and dived straight in, licking away at her asshole. Anna bit her lip to stop herself moaning, but a little audible sigh escaped anyway. As he ate her ass, his fingers played with her pussy.
Anna couldn’t help herself, she parted her feet a bit more, giving him easier access.
After a few minutes, Paul stood back up, and Anna heard him undoing his belt. She felt him rub his cock around her pussy lips, then pushed into her.
Anna gasped quietly as he entered. He didn’t feel massive, but it did feel really good. He held her hips as he pumped away at her, slapping against her ass with each thrust forward.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so wet, baby.” Paul said, breathing harder, “I haven’t fucked anyone in ages. God I’ve missed a nice wet pussy.”
He slowed down, gently going in and out, clearly enjoying the feeling. His hands moved up Anna’s back, her t-shirt rising up along with them. He stroked her sides and back, coming down to squeeze her ass and caress up the back of her thighs.
Paul picked up the pace, holding her hips again, and driving harder into her. Anna used the palms of her hands to brace herself, trying to push her ass back to him.
“Oh, God, oh, that’s so good. You feel so good. You’ve got an amazing pussy, baby.” Paul panted.
“Oh fuck!” He suddenly shouted, pushing in deep, and cumming inside her, despite what he’d promised.
It took all of Anna’s willpower to not shove her hand between her legs and make herself cum.
Paul held himself inside her for a bit, trying to catch his breath, before eventually pulling out.
“Oh wow,” Paul panted, still a bit breathless. “Sorry about that. I couldn’t stop.”
He didn’t seem the least bit bothered as he pulled his jeans back up.
Anna turned and picked up her leggings, slipping them on. She heard her computer make a little tone as someone from work messaged her.
“So, you won’t say anything?” Anna asked Paul.
“What? No, of course not. Our secret.” He replied. He moved close and gave her a lingering kiss on the lips. “I’ll need your number.”
Anna hesitated just long enough to make it look reluctant, grabbed her phone from the table and gave her number to Paul. He entered it into his phone.
“I need to get back to work. People are messaging me.”
“OK, baby,” Paul said, “I’ll text you.”
And with that he took his laptop and left.
Anna replied to her work colleague, then quickly locked the door, and pulled the curtains shut. She stripped naked, sat in the office chair, putting her legs over the armrests.
She scooped out his cum, rubbing some over her lips and under her nose, and put the rest in her mouth. She came quickly, not swallowing until her orgasm had started. 10 minutes later, and still naked, she wanked herself off again.
Mark arrived home about 40 minutes later. He found her naked at her desk. She had him on his knees and eating her pussy while she told him what had happened.
After he gave Anna her third orgasm of the day, she switched positions and gave him a sloppy wet blowjob. Pushing her head down on his cock and feeling him cum down her throat.
A few days later, Paul texted her. She told him she was pregnant. He promised not to tell Mark. He asked to see her again, soon.
She had sex with him twice more before she had to take a break. Her first trimester sickness had kicked in and sex was the last thing on her mind for the next few weeks.
Anna kept in contact with Brian, John, and now Paul, but held off on seeing anyone until she felt better. She had the occasional meeting when she felt up to it during January.
With February came her second trimester and Anna’s appetite for sex went into overdrive.
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