It all began in the summer of 2013, when Maureen first brought it up—quietly, one evening, curled beside me in bed, her breath warm on my chest.
She wanted another baby.
We already had four beautiful kids. Life was comfortable. Predictable. But her body ached for that feeling again—for life growing inside her. Only, I knew I couldn’t give it to her. Years earlier, I'd had the snip.
At first, we joked about it. The idea of reversal. Of going through all the procedures. But then she said it.
“What if someone else did it?”
She said it with a smirk at first, playful. But her eyes searched mine, waiting. Hoping. My cock twitched, betraying the flicker of excitement running through me.
She knew me well enough to notice. And I knew her well enough to see that she was serious.
And that night, something changed.
We didn’t act on it right away. It simmered—weeks of whispers, soft confessions in the dark, dirty fantasies shared over wine and late-night touches under the covers.
We talked about what kind of man it would be. Someone virile. Attractive. Discreet. She didn’t want a stranger. She wanted someone who made her feel wanted, someone who would take his time, who wouldn’t just pump and dump.
“I want to enjoy it,” she said.
“I want you to watch.”
The first time she met him was at a friend’s barbecue. His name was Jason. Tall, broad, mid-thirties. Deep voice. No wedding ring. He and Maureen hit it off instantly. I watched them laugh over drinks, the way she touched his arm, how he leaned in when she spoke.
I knew.
That night in bed, Maureen was soaking wet. She rode me harder than she had in years, her body trembling above mine, whispering his name between moans as I gripped her hips and let her lose herself in the idea of him.
She didn’t need much convincing after that.
Three weeks later, Jason came to our house.
I’ll never forget the way Maureen looked when she opened the door—barefoot, in a little summer dress, no bra, no panties. Jason’s eyes locked on her breasts, her nipples already hard beneath the thin fabric. She giggled, like a nervous schoolgirl.
I poured him a drink. We sat. Talked. But there was electricity in the air, heavy and inevitable.
And then Maureen stood.
“Why don’t we go to the bedroom?” she said.
My heart pounded.
She took Jason by the hand, glancing over her shoulder at me, her eyes daring me to follow. I did. Of course I did.
What happened next changed us forever...
We stepped into the bedroom, and everything felt surreal—like a dream I hadn’t dared to believe would come true. Maureen turned to face Jason, cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling fast beneath that flimsy dress.
She looked at me once more, as if asking for final permission. I gave her the smallest nod, and that was all she needed.
She reached down and slowly pulled her dress up and over her head. No hesitation. Just raw, aching desire. She stood there completely bare, glowing with a mixture of nervousness and lust. Her nipples were tight and proud, her thighs pressed together, but even from where I stood, I could see the glisten of wetness between her legs.
She reached down and slowly pulled her dress up and over her head. No hesitation. Just raw, aching desire. She stood there completely bare, glowing with a mixture of nervousness and lust. Her nipples were tight and proud, her thighs pressed together, but even from where I stood, I could see the glisten of wetness between her legs.
Jason let out a quiet “fuck…” under his breath.
He stepped closer, placing his hands gently on her waist before leaning in. Their lips met—slowly at first, then hungry. His hands roamed her body like he’d been waiting his whole life to touch her. Her fingers tangled in his shirt, pulling it up over his head, revealing a chest built like a man who worked with his hands.
I stood by the wall, heart hammering, cock throbbing inside my jeans. She moaned softly into his mouth when he bent and wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking while his hand slipped between her thighs.
I watched her body arch toward him.
“She’s soaking,” he said, glancing back at me.
“She’s ready.”
Maureen reached for his belt next. She dropped to her knees, unzipping him and pulling out his cock—long, thick, heavy in her hand. She gave me this look, devilish and teasing, before wrapping her lips around him.
Jason groaned.
“Fuck, baby…”
Her mouth worked him expertly, eyes flicking to mine as if to say watch what I can do. Her hands stroked his shaft while her lips slid down his length, inch by inch, until he hit the back of her throat.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I undid my jeans and gripped my cock, stroking as I watched my wife worship another man’s dick, eyes glassy with lust.
Jason pulled her up and kissed her again before laying her back on the bed.
He spread her legs wide, admiring her soaked pussy.
“Look at that perfect cunt,” he said, running two fingers through her slit.
Maureen whimpered, lifting her hips toward him, begging silently.
And then… he pushed inside her.
The sound was wet, immediate.
She gasped, clinging to his arms as he sank deeper, inch by inch, stretching her.
I watched her mouth fall open, her eyes roll back.
“Oh my God…” she whispered.
He started thrusting—slow, deep strokes that made her body rock on the bed. Her tits bounced with every push. I could see her gripping the sheets, moaning louder with each thrust.
“That’s it, Maureen,” I said, my voice thick.
“Take it. Let him fuck you.”
She looked at me, pupils blown wide, and nodded desperately.
Jason pounded into her harder now, his hands gripping her hips. The slap of skin filled the room, her moans growing louder.
“I’m gonna cum,” she cried out, her voice breaking.
“Fuck—don’t stop—don’t stop!”
Her whole body tensed, then shook as the orgasm tore through her. She screamed his name, grinding up against him, and he kept going, chasing his own release.
“Where do you want it?” he growled.
She looked at me again.
“Inside,” she said, breathless.
“Please… inside me.”
And he did.
“Inside,” she said, breathless.
“Please… inside me.”
And he did.
He buried himself deep, groaned loud, and came—his body jerking, his cock pulsing inside her.
I watched the thick drip of his cum slide out of her as he pulled away, leaving her thighs messy and wet.
She lay there, panting, used, satisfied.
My wife. Bred by another man.
And I’d never been more turned on in my life.
