“Heh heh. Tell me to come inside your wife, ‘hubby.’”
“What?! …no. That’s not what we talked about. Even with a condom, the agreement was you’d pull out. This was just supposed to be a fun little one-night experiment with strict limits.”
“I need to feel him finish, honey. Please.”
“You heard the woman.”
“She’s just fuck crazy. She’d agree to anything right now. It’s too dangerous. She’s not even on birth control since we’re trying to have a baby.
”
“Really? Hmm…you know how I told you this condom was a little small? It hurts. Can I take it off and really come inside?”
At that moment she moaned wildly, throwing her head back on the pillow and gripping the sheets. After she came down from the orgasm she put her mouth by his ear and and whispered something you couldn’t hear, “Oh my god, yes! I need that. Make him take it off?”
Suddenly he was off your wife and approaching you with his big erect dick. It turned you on more than you wanted to admit.
“Okay, fun’s over. I’m going to find another slut to make me cum since you two can’t make up your minds. But first, take this tiny condom off me, you little cuck bitch.”
You were confused and paralyzed. Why was this so hot? Seeing your hesitation, he grabbed your hand and placed it on his dick, wrapping your fingers around the girthy base. You involuntarily squeezed it a little.You’d never touch another dick or even thought about it. It felt nice. You savored the sensation of slowly pulling the condom off.
“Next time you invite a stud over to take your wife and your manhood (and I’m sure there will be a next time), make sure to stock some magnums, okay?”
You just nodded, in a daze. “Yes, sir.” Now who was fuck crazy? He walked over to your wife and leaned down and kissed her. That wasn’t part of the deal, either, but you found it thrilled you.
“Maybe if you provide some adequate condoms next time, this won’t happen to you.”
Hmm? Suddenly he had pulled your wife’s ass to the edge of the bed. What? You were too dazed to process. Then he was inside her again. That roused you.
“Hey! Get off her!”
“Come in me, you stud. Come, come, come!”
“Baby, stop. This isn’t safe. You could get pregnant.”
“Yessss!”
“I’m gonna impregnate your wife, ‘hubby.’ Tell me you want me to take fatherhood away from you, too.”
“N-no!”
“Get over here.”
You walked up to him, scared and confused.
He slapped you, hard. You staggered back. “Tell me to come in your wife.”
You looked down. “no…” you whispered.
“What was that?” He raised your chin and slapped you again. “Tell me to impregnate your wife.”
You teared up a little, feeling so overwhelmed in so many ways. You stuttered, “I c-can’t.” He slapped you yet again, even harder.
“Tell me to take ownership of your wife’s pussy.”
“Fuck! Yes!” Your wife seemed to rock with another orgasm. “Give me to him, baby. Tell him to give me a baby!”
By now tears were falling. “T-take…” *slap!* “…cum in my wife’s pussy! P-please!”
oh fuck.. hes.. cumming! inside me! my own brother is about to impregnate me!!
When I told my brother Liam about my husband’s low sperm motility and the difficulties we were having conceiving I didn’t think he’d be so eager to help. I started talking about artificial insemination and drugs but my brother stopped me. He said he knew a way easier solution. A friend of his went to this shady fertility clinic. They boasted high insemination success rates where conventional methods failed. But my brother knew their dark secret…they threw out the partner’s sperm entirely! And used more virile donors. Not only that, but they increased the chances of impregnation by using only “natural insemination.” I didn’t get it.
“The wives fuck the donor, sis!”
“Women go for that?!”
“They love it! They eagerly agree to the secrecy clause and don’t care how many ‘treatments’ it takes.”
“Damn. How do they choose the donors? Wouldn’t the husbands suspect if the baby looked really different? Like, no one in our family has red hair.”
“They have enough people that they can pick a good match. That’s the main service they really provide, after all. You can choose from their catalog. Or you can bring your own guy to the clinic.”
Wow. I was blown away. But I was also feverishly excited. I had long fantasized about cheating..and this was for such a god cause! It practically wasn’t even cheating! We both won on the deal. Way more ethical than regular philandering. And he got to think his sperm was good enough after all. It was a kindness, really. Or so I told myself. I tried not to think too much about how wet it made me.
I went to my appointment with my brother, my co-conspirator. They seemed to know him and so they skipped the normal subterfuge and obfuscation routine. I guess he must have gone with the last friend too. He didn’t say he was my brother, just ‘a close friend.’ Why? He just shrugged and said it might seem weird to them for a brother to go help his sister fuck a stranger. Fair enough. But I didn’t mind.
Actually…I’d long had a crush on my brother. He was four years older and all my sexual awakening had been to fantasies of him and his toned swimmer’s body. How I’d longed for him to come into my room some night and take me! I went to all the swim meets. Practices, too. Awkward but true.
I’d gotten over it, but…my husband looked an awful lot like my brother. Did that count as getting over it? I didn’t fantasize about incest anymore, at least! Liam teased me about it all the time. And of course here I was picking yet another guy to fuck that looked very much like my brother.
“Sheesh, way to give a guy a complex. First you practically marry my clone. Now you’re going to get knocked up by someone else who looks just like me, sis.” This guy really did look even more identical. It was weird. But hot…
“I have to! You know how it works.”
“Haha, just teasing. I know. But sometimes I feel like you’ll fuck anyone like me but not me. Hurts a guy’s feelings. Especially coming from a girl so hot. No matter how irrational it is to be jealous of your sister. Guess my dick doesn’t know about incest.”
“Oh my god! Fuck off brother. I told you how I had that puppy dog crush on you all though grade school and high school. College, too, really.”
“Guess it’s a good you didn’t tell me then. Neither of our genitals knows about the incest taboo.”
“Pervert! I felt so bad about it.”
“Sorry. Just kidding you. I know it’s a sore spot.”
The clinician came back and I showed off my selection. He did a double take and then just tapped the side of his nose and pointed to Liam, “A wise choice. One of our best donors. Really, it’s not just flattery. You didn’t have to bother with the catalog, though. We could have just scheduled the treatment room for you. In any case, let the receptionist know you’re ready and she’ll set it up.” He left the room.
What? Did he? “I think he thought it actually was you, bro!”
“Haha, that’s wild! But can you blame him?”
“I guess not.” Fuck! If only. I had thought I was over it. But now I remembered and yep, I still wanted to bang my brother so bad!
I chose the Low-Light Special. For those who were too ashamed to see the guy or who got off on the thrill of being fucked by a stranger in the dark. You could turn on the lights whenever you wanted, though.
I closed my eyes and laid naked, face-down on the table. I heard him enter the room. I felt a thrill in my body. He slid the cool sheet off my body slowly. I got goosebumps. The stranger pulled my hips back and spread my legs. Straight to business? He slid two fingers in, tentatively. I was sopping! I felt like such a slut. Here I was cheating on my husband with a stranger and I was already incredibly wet.
“Well, well, I guess you’re all warmed up.”
Damn, he even sounded like my brother Liam. Hot.
“Last chance to call it off before we start. You sure, sis?”
What?! “Alexa, lights!” The room lit up and I twisted around. It couldn’t be.
“Surprise.”
This was definitely Liam. I stared blankly, agog.
“Oh…sorry! Should I go?”
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” He started backing up real fast. “Get the hell over here and fuck me, you idiot!”
Tell me how you would caption this pic. Best answer will be posted and will win a humiliation session
Baby, I know we said this would just be a one-time thing to get that jerk to stop beating you up. But…that’s just because I forgot what good sex was like. So could you just text your bully and let him know I need him again? Then you can leave for a while? Oh, and take that box of condoms! We won’t need it.
When my husband and I were ready to start a family, I should have tried harder to behave myself. I really really should have at least not done it with someone whose baby would very obviously not be my husband’s.
But as soon as I went off birth control, my sex drive just went nuts! And he was so yummy, and I was just barely holding myself back from literally throwing myself at him… when he made his move, I didn’t stand a chance…
Well first things first, let’s compare notes on where and when this happened so I can rule myself out as the daddy! 😈🙌😁 Beyond that, sounds like you had quite the few days there! Congrats!
Fun facts. Women are more likely to cheat during their fertile phase. They’re also more likely during that time to go for a classic alpha-male-type (strong jaw, broad, self-confident). Women are more likely to present themselves provocatively when they’re fertile. Finally, women are more likely to accept risky sex while they’re ovulating.
Evolution is such a strict and wily mistress to keep our species going! Also, wow, science is amazing, right? Science!
Your new art exhibit where you were willing to show off “the beauty of the female form” by exposing yourself at a frat party didn’t go how you expected. Your professor gave you a failing grade and the frat took you in after that.
Your old art professor was so mean and sexist! Women had destroyed performance art, he said! It was all bad poetry and buckets of menstrual blood, he said! There was nothing brave and manly anymore in performance art, he said!
Well you decided to show him that women were braver than men ever could be and that performance art could be of interest to both sexes!
You set up a performance at the frat house where your best friend’s bf lived. You were going to show him exactly why women exposing themselves and their feelings was such an important act. You would show him exactly what it was like for a woman to exist bodily in this men’s world.
In the end you were gang-raped by most of the guys. Your best friend’s boyfriend who said he’d protect you just laughed and egged them on, telling you your ‘best friend’ thought you were a “self-righteous cunt who needed to get knocked down a peg. Or knocked up.” He told you how your supposed friend had swapped out your birth control for fakes months ago. You were crying by the time your professor got to the front of the queue and began fucking your fertile pussy.
“Good job, you stupid bitch! You really showed the patriarchy, heh heh. This isn’t art, you moron. This is just you realizing where women really belong; not in art but on their knees! I hope you take this lesson to heart. I’ll help you on your path, though. I’ll make sure you fail out of the art program altogether! This is where cunts belong, not in my class. Say ‘thank you’ now, you whore.”
*sniff* “Thank you, p-p-professor.”
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Your ‘best friend’ kicked you out of the apartment for fucking her boyfriend and being a whore. She made sure everyone knew, and all your friends abandoned you. Even your most sexually liberated feminist friends thought you were a traitor to the sisterhood. It was then a representative from the Frat told you how much money they’d made off of videos of you. He offered to give you room and board if you kept ‘preforming’ for them. That’s how you become a frat house whore.
“Her newly-wed husband had passed out and the best man carried him to the room…”
“He promised I’d get knocked up tonight. Please, help your best friend keep his promises..while I break mine.”
My husband had been devastated when I told him I was cheating on him. After crying a little he turned to me and said, “so it’s over, right?”
I couldn’t help but giggle. “Baby, you’re so cute. Idunno, he’s just really good, you know? Do you really mind that much?”
“YES!”
“Haha, okay okay. But, like, he’s just so young and always hard and ready to go. He doesn’t last as long as you, but he makes up for it by the third time around. And by then I feel so spent and full of cum.”
“You fuck him unprotected?!”
“Oh don’t worry, I saw his test results before we started going bareback. And you don’t fuck anyone else. So we’re all fluid bonded safely.”
“You make me use condoms! And you’re not on birth control!”
“Now sweetie, you know I’m religious about the rhythm method. I swallow his seed when I’m ovulating.”
“At least there’s that. What an image. Ugh. Fuck, honey, are you breaking up with me or what?”
“No no, we’re married, baby. That means something. You make me feel so happy and secure. I want to have a life with you, raise a family. It’s just, I want to fuck him. I want to have sex with a guy who gets hard for me.”
“I get hard!”
“Yeah, but it takes so long! The whole thing takes so long! Which can be nice, don’t get me wrong. But sometimes I just want a quick, brutal fuck!”
“You can’t just break our wedding vows because you want to sleep around…” he said, looking down, unable to meet my eyes.
“I mean, hehe, I already did. Can’t I just have, like, romantic fidelity to you and sexual fidelity to him?”
“Fidelity to him?!”
“Well not exclusivity, but he is better. Maybe we could renew our vows? Show you and our friends my heart is yours, no matter who my pussy belongs to.”
“Belongs!? Honey, I can’t take this…” He turned away and sobbed a little. “At least give me a chance, to win you back?”
“Hmmmm. That’s interesting. Okay, how about this? He’s coming over Thursday while you’re at work. He’ll fuck me, as usual. Probably two or three times. Then instead of leaving, he stays until you come back. Then you get to compete just like you want. Nope, no take backs now. Rules are simple. Whoever gets hard first gets to fuck me. Now he’s younger so that’s why he gets the handicap of fucking me three times first. It’ll be difficult for both of you. As soon as the fucking starts, the loser has to masturbate. Let’s be honest that’ll probably be you. If the loser can cum before the one fucking me ejaculates, they earn the right to continue having sex with me in the future. BUT if one of you fails at both tasks that means that you don’t get to fuck me again until the other says it’s okay, if ever. Seem fair.”
“No! But I don’t really have a choice so okay.”
“Yay! This’ll be fun! I haven’t been this excited for a ‘date night’ with you in years!””
I felt guilty that I was keeping from him the knowledge that I was already pregnant with my boyfriend’s baby. Ever since we’d decided to get me knocked up under my husband’s nose it had felt so terrible and yet so delightfully sinful. I had determined to tell my husband all at once in the end. But when he said “win you back” I just couldn’t resist toying with him more. Plus, what fun it would be if he lost the right to fuck me altogether while I made him raise another man’s child?
Be honest, you want to catch your wife bending for some other guy and see her face while she enjoying the bigger cock .
You’d been one of those insecure, paranoid, obnoxious fucks. You’d tell anyone who’d listen how afraid you were that your wife would cheat on you. You’d take any awkward interaction as a clue and mull it over aloud, to the annoyance of all your friends. You’d work yourself up to a frenzied certainty that she was cheating. If only you could catch her…
Finally your best friend got tired of this never-ending nonsense. Marinette would never cheat, she was far too old school and devoted. Unless, maybe, she thought you had cheated first? Triston was going to shut you the hell up by shoving your cheating wife in your face and finally ending this. It would be good for you, even. He almost convinced himself.
When you got the text from your wife’s phone you nearly died: “I’m fucking your wife. Come quick and watch me impregnate her.” You felt both triumphant and devastated. You’d been trying and failing to get pregnant for months, too… You snuck up on the back patio and watched as your best friend fucked your wife. “I’m going to knock you up like your pathetic hubby can’t, okay, Marinette?” “Yes, yes yes!” she cried as tears streamed down her cheeks. You just held up your phone, recording, while feeling incredibly horny but not quite able to get it up.
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