The Condom Broke, Baby

Safe sex. That was very first rule you established before stepping into the cuckold and hotwife lifestyle. She wasn’t on the pill so it was imperative that she always use condoms with her lovers. She always did, too. She had no interest in getting pregnant. At least that’s what you thought.

“Baby, we need to talk,” she said after her most recent date.

“Is everything okay?” you asked. “Did something go wrong tonight?”

She smiled and sat next to you on the couch. You caught the scent of her perfume mixed with the distinct smell of another man. “No, tonight was incredible,” she said. “In fact, it was the best sex I’ve had in a long time. It might have been the best sex I’ve had since I started cuckolding you. Well, actually, since long before I started cuckolding you, since he was quite a bit better than you.”

“Yeah?” you asked as arousal flooded your loins.

“Wait,” she said, sensing that you were eager to reclaim your wife in the way you’d done so many times since she’d started cuckolding you.

“What is it?” you asked.

“We have to talk,” she answered. “About something that happened tonight.”

“Okay,” you replied. “What is it?”

“Well, when we were having sex, the condom…it broke,” she explained.

“Okay…”

She looked nervous as she continued, “We didn’t have another condom. It was actually the second time he fucked me. So, well, we weren’t protected anymore. I was really turned on, though, and I really wanted to cum on his cock again, so I told him he could keep fucking me as long as he pulled out.”

Your heart pounded as your wife hinted at having broken the number one rule. “What…what happened?”

“Well, I…he…he didn’t pull out,” she answered.

She looked up at you and put a hand on your knee. Her fingers moved slowly up your thigh as you studied her nervous gaze.

“Are you saying that he…that he…”

“Yes,” she said. “He came inside me.”

Her hand continued its slow journey towards your crotch and despite the serious nature of the news your wife had just shared, you couldn’t help but feel an almost overwhelming kind of desire.

“Really?” you asked.

She nodded and said, “Yes. He came inside me. Some of it is still inside me. That’s what we need to talk about.”

“What…what do you mean?” you asked as your cock neared an erect state.

“Well, it’s my fertile time,” she said. “I can feel it. I always feel desperate to get fucked this time of the month. And to get fucked by a…well, by the kind of man that fucked me tonight.”

The implication that she didn’t really want to fuck a man like you when she was fertile hit home in a particularly thrilling way, helping your cock reach a fully erect state.

“So, if we don’t want me to get pregnant I should really get the morning after pill,” she said.

Her fingers reached your crotch and she found your stiff cock. Her lips crept into a slight smile as she stroked your erection through your jeans.

“It’s not perfect, but it gives me a good chance of staving off a pregnancy,” she continued. “Or…”

“Or what?” you asked.

She leaned a little closer and you inhaled the scent of sex and her perfume. “Or what?” you asked.

“Or we could just see what happens,” she said. “We could take the risk that he gets me pregnant, that I have a beautiful baby growing inside me.”

She kissed your neck and moaned as she stroked you a little faster through your pants.

“Is that…is that what you want?” you asked.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “It seems like it might be what you want, at least if your stiff little dick is any indication. Is it what you want, baby? Do you want me to take the risk?”

“Yes,” you answered.

She unzipped your pants and pulled your cock out. She wrapped her fingers around your turgid shaft and stroked you slowly as her lips found yours for a long, lingering kiss.

“I want you,” you said. “I need you.”

“You can have me,” she replied. “But you’ll have to use a condom.”

You groaned and for a moment you thought you might cum in her hand. You stopped just short of an orgasm, thankfully, and your wife moaned before kissing you again.

“The sex was so much better without a condom,” she said. “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll keep having unprotected sex with him. Would that be okay, baby?”

“Yes,” you answered.

“Good,” your wife said with a smile. “Now let’s go to the bedroom and take care of that cute little boner of yours.”

She stood and walked away. You followed. Soon enough you’d be inside her with your cock wrapped in a condom. It would be over quickly, but your orgasm would rival any you’d ever experienced. Taking the risk was certainly the right thing for your sex life.