She Can't Ignore the Urge

I first felt the urge almost six months ago. I chalked it up to hormones. I told myself it would go away. It did, too. It just didn't go away for all that long.

A few weeks later, it was back. It went away again. It came back again, only this time sooner.

Then I started to feel it all the time. It was especially potent when I was with him. I didn't even have to be naked with him. Just being near him sparked the urge.

Him, in this case, is Owen. He's my bull. The man that has largely taken my husband's place when it comes to satisfying my sexual needs.

You see, my husband Jack is a cuckold. Owen fucks me. Owen makes me cum. Owen, in a way, makes Jack cum, too, because being cuckolded helps my husband reach a level of arousal that few people ever achieve. Sometimes I feel a little jealous of him, because as good as Owen fucks me - and he fucks me really, really good - I know that Jack actually gets more turned on than either Owen or I do. There's just something about having someone making your fetishistic sexual fantasies come to life that provides a man like Jack with a truly breathtaking level of pleasure.

This story's not about Jack, though. He'll be in it, of course, but the story is about me. It's about the urge.

I remember being in a movie theater with Owen. This was probably a month after I first felt the urge. I remember how it came over me all at once, how I looked at the gorgeous man next to me and felt with every fiber of my being that I wanted to have his baby. It was the most potent version of the urge I'd felt to that point. It was also a little different from the previous versions.

You see, that day in the movie theater the urge left me wet, and when I say wet, I mean soaked. It left me completely and utterly soaked with desire. That was the first time the urge had ever translated into direct and overwhelming sexual need.

We didn't finish the movie. I whispered to Owen that I needed him to fuck me.

"Really?" he asked with an excited look on his face.

I nodded and he stood, took my hand, and led me out of the theater, to the parking garage, and to the backseat of his SUV. I straddled him and after just a bit of kissing and grinding he was more than hard enough to end up inside me. I unzipped his pants, guided him into my pussy, and rode him hard and fast until we'd both climaxed.

I'm sure you noticed there was no mention of a condom. That's because I was on birth control. Owen had started cumming inside me a few months prior, which might have triggered the urge now that I think about it.

The sex that day was different in one small-but-meaningful way. That day was the first time where it felt like an absolute necessity to get fucked. It wasn't just the pursuit of pleasure. It was my body screaming at me to have Owen inside me, to fuck him, to make him cum inside me. The sex was me quieting that voice, as if my biological clock had somehow taken over my brain and made it impossible for me to function until Owen's cum was in my womb.

Oh, it's also worth noting that my body rewarded me with one of the most intense orgasms of my life as we fucked in his car. It was the kind of climax that made my toes curl, that made my head spin, that literally had me seeing stars for a short bit of time.

That day marked a change. The urge remained that powerful going forward. A few days later I felt it at work. I was suddenly incapable of getting anything done. I just couldn't concentrate. Not one bit. So I called Owen. I asked him to pick me up. We fucked again in his backseat. This time I took my skirt off and made sure his hands stayed out of my hair so I could return to work without looking like a mess. Yet again I had an intense orgasm and yet again he came inside me, though of course I was on birth control so there was no chance I was getting pregnant.

Just a handful of days later I felt the urge - and the desire that came with it - while I was out to dinner with Jack. It was a date night, actually. The plan was dinner, mini golf - I really love mini golf - and then we'd have sex when we got home (Yes, I still fuck my husband despite his status as a cuckold and the fact that he's nowhere near as good in bed as Owen is).

The urge struck right as our appetizer arrived. I fought it off for a while, though. I figured that I could actually conquer my body, that I could ignore it and give Jack the attention he deserved. I actually made it through dinner, but I knew there was no chance I could make it through mini golf.

Thankfully, Jack is a cuckold and he was more than happy to drive me to Owen's place and then come inside and watch as I satisfied my desire by sucking my bull's cock, spreading my legs in his bed, and damn near begging him to pound me and cum deep inside me.

Jack cleaned me, I thanked Owen, and we went mini golfing. Jack was all over me at the course, but of course he was. He'd just watched my bull fuck me and he'd cleaned my pussy but he hadn't been allowed to cum. He was horny as hell and I was thinking about how badly I wanted another man to get me pregnant. It was a strange evening, but mostly I felt terrible for feeling this thing and not sharing it with Jack.

So, I shared my desires the next day. I sat Jack down on the couch, took a deep breath, and dove right in.

"Jack, I've recently been dealing with some...uncomfortable feelings," I began.

He looked concerned. That makes sense, though. He's a good man and he loves me, so of course he was concerned. He's also smart enough to know that you let a woman talk when she says something like that.

"I don't entirely know what's going on," I continued, "but I think it's best if I just put it out there and then we see what happens."

"Okay," was all he said.

I took another deep breath, looked at my husband, and said, "I want Owen to get me pregnant."

It was the first - and only - time in my life I'd said something that literally made someone's jaw drop. Jack's mouth didn't hang open or anything, but for a few moments he jaw literally dropped as he processed what I'd just said.

"Pregnant? Really?"

I took his hands and said, "I'm sorry." I hadn't planned on apologizing. I really hadn't. It just came out. I guess I did feel bad, though, as it's not exactly a common thing to tell your husband that you want another man to get you pregnant. It might actually be the most insulting and emasculating thing you can say to a man.

Jack glanced at my stomach. It was probably a reflexive thing, like his mind had conjured an image of his pregnant wife with a swollen stomach and he was checking to see if it was reality.

"Is that why...I don't know why this would be the case, but is that why you had me drive you to his place tonight?"

I nodded. "I don't actually know why it's the case either, but for the past week I have these episodes where I get so turned on for Owen that I can't think straight. I just have to...I have to fuck him. I have to have him inside me. I have to have his cum inside me."

Jack let my hands go and pulled back and for a moment I was utterly devastated as I worried that with just a few sentences I'd destroyed my marriage.

"Sorry," he said before leaning in and taking my hands again. "I'm not...I'm sorry, Lucy...I just pulled away there because I was embarrassed."

"Embarrassed?"

He nodded. "I got...I got turned on."

At first I was confused. That lasted for no more than a handful of seconds, though, because I remembered that my husband is a cuckold, that his cuckolding provides him with a kind of arousal and sexual pleasure that few people ever get to experience. Given that, it actually makes sense that he would get aroused at the idea of another man getting his wife pregnant. After all, it's the ultimate act of cuckolding.

I scooted a little closer and leaned in to kiss him. I caressed his face while doing so. He was the first one to try and make something more of the kiss. He turned his head a little. He parted his lips. His tongue probed, brushing against my lips and teeth for a moment before I too opened my mouth. Jack's tongue invaded briefly and I moaned. I leaned back and he moved with me. His hand slipped under my shirt and cupped my breast as the kissing got far more vigorous.

I reached down and unzipped his pants. I freed his dick and stroked him as he got a little more aggressive with my tits before his hand ventured under my skirt and up towards my panties.

"I want you," he said.

"You can have me."

Jack backed off to strip and I pulled my panties off. Then he was between my legs once more. His stiff cock pressed against my pussy lips and slipped inside me. I was soaked with desire so it was easy to welcome my husband's fairly small cock, at least compared to Owen’s.

It felt good to have him inside me. Not in the way it feels good to have Owen inside me, but when you love a man it always feels good to have his cock inside you, at least in my experience.

Based on the first few thrusts, I could tell that Jack wasn't going to be capable of making it last. This would not be a lovemaking session. He was going to fuck me and he was going to do so because he was so turned on that he had no other choice but to pursue his orgasm as quickly as possible.

"Do you like that I'm having these urges, Jack? Do you like that I want to have Owen's baby?"

He groaned and fucked me harder. "Yes."

"I want it so badly, Jack. I want Owen's baby growing inside me. I need it. My body is screaming at me to let him get me pregnant."

"Fuck!"

Jack cried out and came inside me. I held him close as he grunted and groaned. Oddly enough, it felt like a romantic moment, like we were bonding over this beautiful, mutual desire we'd just discovered.

We kissed and caressed each other in the aftermath of his orgasm. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his head - a man thinks differently after an orgasm, after all - but I was hesitant to ask.

"Can I clean you?" he asked.

I usually make Jack clean up his cum. Early on in his cuckolding he would sometimes be a bit selfish after an orgasm and making him clean his cum was a handy tip I picked up online to gently remind him of his place. I wasn't going to make him clean it on that particular night - the pregnancy thing was a change to our routine - but I wasn't going to turn him down once he mentioned it.

"I'd like that very much," I said.

Jack pulled out, took his place between my legs, and cleaned me. He gave me an orgasm, too, which he's almost always allowed to do after he's cleaned his cum out of me.

When he was finished, he kissed my pussy lips several times and then looked up and said, "I won't be able to cum inside you if you decide to have Owen get you pregnant, will I? At least, not while you're trying to get pregnant."

I hadn't actually thought about it, but he was right. "No, you won't. I think, in fact, that I wouldn't even want to risk having you use condoms. I think you might just be forbidden from fucking me until I was pregnant with Owen's baby."

Jack put his tongue inside me again. I'm pretty sure he'd gotten a little bit turned on and was dealing with that arousal by bathing his taste buds in my pussy and what little remained of his cum.

We cuddled on the couch after that. We probably could have talked more about it, but I decided to wait.

We talked about it a bunch of times. Really, that was the only option. It's not like it's a decision you make lightly. At least it's not one I could make lightly.

You won't be surprised to hear that we ended up deciding that it would be okay for me to ask Owen about it. So I did.

I asked my bull if he wanted to get me pregnant. I told him that he would be nothing more than a sperm donor, that Jack and I would be the parents. I told him that I would understand if he wasn't interested, but that that both Jack and I were deeply interested in Owen getting me pregnant.

We had several conversations about it, but he was on board too. In fact, he really liked the idea of getting me pregnant. That's not surprising, though. Owen's very much a bull. He loves that he's fucking a married woman and that he's cuckolding Jack. He loves that he's sexually superior to my husband. He loves that Jack is required to clean another man’s cum out of me. He loves that he plays a part in the erotic humiliation of my husband and he gets off on it. Given that, it's not shocking that he would love the notion that I'd chosen him over my husband when it came to selecting a man to inseminate me.

I went off birth control right after Owen told me he was on board with getting me pregnant. The pills went in the trash, which was a far more exciting moment than I'd expected. I had Jack on his knees and eating my pussy soon after as Owen was out of town for a few days so my husband's tongue was what I craved.

Now, I don't know if you know this, but birth control still provides some measure of protection for roughly a month after you've gone off of it. That didn't stop Owen and me from getting started right away, though.

I can tell you that the longer I was off the pill, the stronger the urge got. After just a few weeks my body basically demanded that I fuck Owen daily. In some instances I was fucking him multiple times a day because I was so horny and Jack just couldn't give me what I needed.

I debated banning Jack from cleaning my pussy, but the truth is, the stuff that leaks out has nothing to do with getting pregnant, so there was no reason not to let Jack do his cuckold duty. I did refuse to sit on his face, though, as I wanted to keep as much of Owen's cum in me as I could.

I came to really love the clean up sessions. They felt more intimate for some reason. I loved watching Jack crawl between my legs. I loved the way he'd look at my pussy. It was different. That might sound crazy, but he really did look at my pussy differently, like he was wondering if I was already pregnant.

I'd run my fingers through his hair as he cleaned me. I'd tell him that I hoped that Owen had gotten me pregnant, that his baby was already growing inside me.

Sometimes Owen would be there, in which case I'd largely ignore Jack in favor of cuddling with the man I'd chosen to get me pregnant. I'd tell him how grateful I was to have met him, how good it felt knowing that he was going to get me pregnant, how badly I wanted my stomach to swell with his baby, how badly I wanted my breasts to swell with milk to feed his baby. I'm pretty sure all of that turned Jack on even more than when it was just the two of us.

Jack was forbidden from fucking me as I waited to get pregnant. That meant a lot of masturbation and handjobs. I really liked jerking him off during that period. I'd cuddle up next to him, take his stiff cock on my hand, and whisper into his ear about another man getting me pregnant and making him the ultimate cuckold. Sometimes I'd make it really quick and other times I'd tease him with slow stroking. I'd fill his head with the kind of cuckold pleasure I knew he craved. I'd draw it out and edge him.

After he'd cum, I would collect Jack's load and feed it to him. It was important to remind him of his place, to make sure he didn't experience that post-orgasmic regret and start a huge fight over our decision to have Owen get me pregnant.

Eventually Owen's seed took hold inside me. It was about two months after I'd stopped the birth control that I got a positive result on a pregnancy test. It was a Sunday afternoon.

I showed Jack the test. He didn't even know I'd bought pregnancy tests. He stared at it for a few seconds and then looked up at me.

"I'm pregnant," I said. "With another man's baby."

Jack slid off the couch and onto his knees. He crawled towards me, lifted my shirt, and kissed my stomach.

"Owen's baby is inside me," I said.

I was hugely aroused. It was like my body had rewarded me for getting pregnant by filling me with those beautiful sensations of desire. I wasn't, however, deeply in need of Owen in that moment.

"I want you," Jack said as he looked up at me.

I could have rejected him. I could have just let him lick my pussy. I wanted more than that, though.

"You can have me."

I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. We kissed and undressed each other. I stroked his cock as our naked bodies pressed together. He kissed my neck. He played with my breasts. He picked me up and set me in the bed. He went down on me for a little, ensuring I was nice and wet by the time he was ready to penetrate me.

A few months had passed since he'd been inside me. I guided the head of his cock between my pussy lips. I smiled as I watched the pleasure wash over his face.

"Does that feel good?" I whispered.

"So much better than good," Jack replied with a smile.

He began to thrust, but he did so slowly, like he wanted to enjoy it.

"Do you like fucking my pregnant pussy, baby?" Yes, I know that pregnant pussy doesn't really make sense as a term, but it worked. Jack got turned on. He moaned. He buried his cock inside me and held still, like he'd just been pushed to the edge of orgasm and didn't want to cum too quickly.

"I love fucking your pregnant pussy," he replied.

I kissed him softly. "You're lucky that you married such a generous woman, because I'm going to let you enjoy my pregnant pussy throughout the next nine months. Owen will enjoy it more than you, of course - he's far superior to you when it comes to fucking me - but you deserve the cuckold pleasure of fucking your pregnant wife while knowing full well that it's another man's baby growing inside me."

Jack fucked me harder and I smiled. I liked that he was so turned on by the fact that Owen had gotten me pregnant. I liked that he was going to thoroughly enjoy my pregnancy, too.

"Cum in my pregnant pussy, Jack," I urged him. "Though I suppose it's Owen's pussy now, isn't it? He's the one that got me pregnant. He's the one my pussy should belong to."

Jack came inside me. I didn't cum, but orgasms had become a rarity with Jack's cock. Fucking a superior man will do that to a woman.

"May I clean you?" he asked afterwards.

"Of course," I replied with a smile. "Make sure you lick up every drop, cuckold."

Jack went to work and I closed my eyes and enjoyed every second of it.

I'm certain I'm going to love being pregnant, to love having two men that desire me, to love giving those two men what they crave.

As it turned out, my body knew what it wanted and it made damn sure I got pregnant by the right man.