I had wanted to fuck my wife after Brandt came down her throat, but I was forbidden to by my wife. She had her own plans, and it seemed to include me being cuckolded, at least for the immediate future. She did promise that at some prearranged point, not only was she going to let me fuck her, but let me cum inside her as well. For now, however, I had to settle for the possibility of being allowed to fuck her without coming.
It was near 8 o’clock now, and after the two of them got dressed, we headed out to dinner. After a few minutes deciding where, we hopped into Brandt’s car, since he knew a decent place just outside of town. With Brandt driving, Laura and I sat in the back. It was on the way to get dinner that Laura surprised me with the real reason for our weekend getaway.
“Do you still want to have me bred by another man?” she asked. My balls twitched when I heard that. “I’d do that for you, let another man plant his seed inside of me,” Laura leaned over and nibbled my ear. I was in shock. “Would you like that?” she asked in a near whisper. “Would you like to have another man’s child growing inside of me?”
I was dumbfounded. I tried to say something, but nothing came out. I’ve wanted to have my wife bred by another man for years, but she’s always shot me down. Even when we were playing with others, she was always on birth control, so there was a very low risk of pregnancy. But for more than ten years now, we haven’t even had a threesome. The last time we did, she was drunk, and it was with an old friend we hadn’t seen or been with in ages. And now she’s asking me if I want to watch her be bred by a stranger. Of course I did. I just couldn’t get my mouth to form the words.
Since I was speechless, Laura directed her question to Brandt.
“Hey, Brandt,” she called out. “Would you be interested in breeding me for my husband?”
“Oh, yeah!” Brandt replied. “That’s what I’m here for, darlin’.”
I finally snapped out of my shock, sort of. “Uh, sure… I mean, yes I want to… are you sure?”
“Well, we’re here,” she said. “And I’ve planned this weekend just for me to get bred by another man while you watch, so, yeah,” she continued, “I’m sure.”
I still was in disbelief. We have three children, all of them adults now with our youngest being twenty-one. So adamant had she been about not wanting anymore children, she had me get snipped, and that was about fifteen years ago. And before that she’d been on Norplant, which had worked very well as birth control. And now, seemingly out of nowhere she was ready to be bred by another man. Something just didn’t sync yet.
“Yeah?” I asked. “What made you change your mind about this? I mean, you’ve always been so very determined that you didn’t want any more children, you had enough, and now all three of ours are off and living their own lives. So why now?”
I was really baffled. I hadn’t even brought the subject up in over a year. I could just imagine our house with a baby in it. While my wife loves our three kids to death, she really isn’t a kid person. Loves to play with them for a little bit, but loves the fact that she can always give them back when she’s had enough. If she was actually pregnant and we kept the child, she’d snap. So there had to be a reason she was willing to be bred by a stranger. But she insisted she wanted to do this, even if it was just to make me happy. But she was also very clear that now that things had been set rolling, she was going to see the weekend through, and she was going to be filled with another man’s cum many times over the weekend.
Being well convinced that she really was quite okay with being fucked and filled by a stranger with the end effect of becoming pregnant by him, I was suddenly very horny and just wanted to fuck the hell out of her. I told her as much.
“Uh-uh, not yet,” she smiled at me. “I might let you fuck me right now, but I know you wouldn’t be a good boy and stop before cumming inside of me,” she said. “And I’m not letting you do that just yet. But you’ll get your chance,” she said as she bit my lower lip, “maybe tomorrow evening.”
No way I was going to wait that long to fuck my wife, and I told her as much. She started to say something in protest, I’m sure, but I never got to hear what it was because I forced her onto her back. She started to say something again when I spread her legs wide, and saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties under her short skirt. I told her to shut the fuck up, I was going to fuck her right then and there. Her pussy was glistening, she was ready to have a cock inside of her, and I was going to ram one in for her. With her legs over my shoulders, I unzipped my jeans and pulled by cock out. I quickly slid into my wife’s thoroughly wet pussy.
Laura let out a long moan as I slid into her pussy. With one continuous motion I sank my cock balls deep into her. I rammed into her a few times and knew I wouldn’t last long.
“Don’t cum inside me, Angel,” my wife cried out.
I pushed hard into her. Laura moaned even harder. I wanted to hear and feel her come all over my cock.
“Come for me, baby,” I urged her. “Come for me and I’ll stop. I just want to hear you come.”
It didn’t take long. I rammed my cock a few more times deep inside of her and she screamed out that she was coming. I felt her cream my cock and I continued to pump her hard and deep.
“Please don’t come,” she pleaded with me as I continued to fuck her trying to push me away. “If you come inside me,” she said in a dead serious tone, “it’ll be the last time you do.”
I could feel the nearness, the urgency in my balls. I really wanted to bust a nut inside of my beautiful slut of a wife. I didn’t withdraw, but I stopped pumping her pussy. Hard as it was to stop fucking my wife, coming inside of her now was not worth the threat of never being able to do so again. I rested my head between her breasts.
“I know how much you want to come inside me, angel,” she said stroking the back of my head. “But this weekend really is all about me being bred by other men, not you. Isn’t that what you want?”
It was. More than anything I wanted to watch another man, or even several men, fuck my wife and fill her with their seed. And so I reluctantly pulled out of my wife’s pussy.
As I sat back in my seat, Laura pulled her skirt down. Then she leaned over and began to clean my cock.
“I know you want to fuck me and fill me, my love,” she said softly. “I planned all this for you. But if I’m going to let another man fill me up and plant his seed in me so you can watch his child grow inside me, which I know turns your on just to think about it, then you can’t come inside of me,” she explained. I knew she was right. “And just so you know, I’m ripe for breeding right now, if you get my drift.”
I did, and that made me even hornier. At some point during this weekend, my wife was going to conceive by another man. She was going to allow herself to be bred by a stranger and let his child grow inside of her, all because it my deepest most desired fantasy. This weekend was a dream come true, and I was willing to be cuckolded to realize it.
“I’ll eat you, let you cum in my ass if you want to,” my wife promised. “I was going to make you go all weekend without coming at all inside me. But I know you need to come inside of me, so fill my ass,” she smiled. “I know you want to.”
I was about to take her up on her offer of letting me violate her back door when Brandt suddenly announced that we had arrived at our destination. Brandt had driven us out to local dive. It was full, and the air smelled, well, delicious. Neon lights flashed in windows advertising several beers. The music was loud and the lights were low. Except for the lack of a dance floor, I would have thought we were walking into a honky-tonk.
“Grab a seat anywhere,” said a perky waitress as we entered.