It's Your Decision

When she first agreed to cuckold you, your wife was nervous that reality would veer so far from your fantasy that you'd be disappointed, and that your disappointment would lead to the kind of anger that would upend your marriage.

That's why she insisted on you sticking to a handful of rules. First, you would do most of the leg work in finding potential bulls for her. You'd message them on dating apps. You'd take pictures of her to send to them. You'd go on first dates with her to ensure that she felt safe and to ensure that you weren't going to freak out when your cuckolding fantasy actually became reality.

When she met someone she liked enough to want to have sex with, your wife insisted that you book the hotel room and that you and her arrive at check-in so you could shower with her and dress her for the man she intended on having sex with.

She insisted that you buy condoms for him - in his case, they were extra large condoms - but she took it one step further. She insisted that you be the one to put the condom on his cock. She wanted you to have to do something she knew you'd dislike - or even hate - to prove that you were genuinely eager to be cuckolded.

You were to watch from the foot of the bed and you weren't allowed to masturbate or to speak unless you were spoken to. Luckily for you, your wife is quite verbal with you when she fucks her bull, so that rule turned out to be more about ensuring that you didn't interrupt the proceedings if she was in the mood for a more sensual fuck with him.

She also required that you put in some effort to clean up afterwards, which meant removing his used condom and tossing it in the trash before bringing a damp wash cloth back to the bed to clean his cock and your wife's pussy if necessary. As it turned out, having sex with him produced quite a lot of creamy discharge from your wife, which meant she always needed to be cleaned and so you always made sure the hotel room had two wash cloths that could be put to use.

Those rules haven't changed in the nine months since she first cuckolded you. Some have been adapted, of course.

For instance, now you clean her pussy with your tongue instead of a wash cloth, largely because your wife likes to make you reclaim her by licking up the cream her pussy produces after a good fucking from her bull. You don't always book a hotel room, either, but that's because your wife and her current bull often have sex at his house or yours these days, saving hotel hook ups for special occasions.

For the most part, though, the rules are the same. You've done the leg work to find each of the four men she's cuckolded you with, including her current bull. You did a particularly good job with him, actually, as they've been together for six months now and she foresees staying with him for a long time.

It's not necessary for you to go on dates with them anymore - she trusts him, after all - but you still go from time to time, mostly because your wife likes you to see how she is with him.

You still buy condoms - Magnum condoms, of course - for him and you still roll those condoms down his cock before he fucks your wife. She wants you to affirm your desire to be cuckolded each and every time she does it, and you're more than happy to do it because nothing satisfies you quite like being a cuckold.

You still clean his cock after you've removed the used condom. You carefully wash it with a damp cloth. You wash his balls, too, and if there's any of your wife's cream in his pubic hair you make sure to clean that off, too.

Your wife's rules are, for the most part, geared towards making you decide - over and over again - that you want to be a cuckold. She doesn't ever want it to be something that rots your marriage, which is why she doesn't want it to be something that she's foisting upon you. She wants you to choose to be cuckolded by buying condoms, by putting those condoms on his cock, by watching, and by cleaning them both afterwards. If you lose your taste for that then it will be clear to her that you're no longer interested in being her cuckold.

You've yet to lose your taste. It's possible that you will, though, for your wife has something she needs to tell you.

"Sit," she says.

She's wearing a white sweater and jeans. Her hair is pulled into a ponytail. She looks so beautiful and manages to do so with seemingly little effort.

"Is everything okay?" you ask.

She sits on the couch and you join her. She smiles, kisses you softly on the cheek, and says, "It couldn't be better, actually. It's something important I need to tell you, but it's not anything bad, I promise."

You're not sure what's going on, which makes you nervous despite your wife's insistence that you shouldn't be.

She takes your hand in hers and squeezes it gently. "My bull wants to get me pregnant," she says.

You're stunned. That's the last thing you expected her to stay. You're so stunned that for a few moments you hear a ringing in your ears. She reaches up to caress your face and you notice that your heart is racing. Much to your surprise, your loins are tingling just a little.

"Are you okay?" she asks.

You nod. "Yeah. Sorry. I just...that really surprised me. I don't know what I was expecting you to say, but it wasn't that."

It dawns on you that she looks happy. Really happy, in fact. It's almost like she's glowing.

"Wait...do you...is this what you want?" you ask. "Do you want him to get you pregnant?"

You haven't started a family yet. You haven't really talked about it, in fact. Not seriously, at least.

She nods. "Yes. I want my bull to get me pregnant."

Somehow, your pulse races even faster. That tingling in your loins has turned into a full-blown sense of arousal. There's a part of you that hates that you're turned on by the notion of another man getting your wife pregnant, but you have no control over that.

"I wasn't thinking about it. Not until he mentioned it. Not until he told me that's what he wanted. When he said it, though, it felt right. It felt more than right, actually. It felt...necessary. It felt like my whole body screamed at me to welcome him inside me the moment he mentioned it," she says.

You can see in her eyes and on her face that she's telling the truth. She wants him to get her pregnant. More than that, she feels a deep need for it.

You're having a harder time accessing your true feelings about it because everything is clouded by your arousal. It's so potent it's hard to even think straight. Part of you is desperately focused on not getting hard, though you're unquestionably losing that battle.

"It's not my decision to make, though," she says.

Again you're surprised, for if there was ever a decision for her to make, this seems like it. "What?" you ask.

She smiles, caresses your face with incredible gentleness, and softly kisses you on the lips. "It's your decision to make. I know what I want, but we both need to want it. I value our marriage more than I value having his baby."

Your cock throbs at that particular choice of words.

"So you need to decide. You're free to take your time, too. In fact, you don't even have to tell me of your decision. You can simply make the choice to not put a condom on my bull's cock. That's it. That's all you have to do. Then he and I will both know that you want your wife to have another man's baby."

Again you feel a surge of desire and your cock throbs. This time, though, you moan. You moan because it feels so good to think about. You also moan because it's just a little bit agonizing for it to feel so good to think about another man getting her pregnant.

Your wife reaches between your legs and rubs your stiff cock through your pants. She leans in and kisses your neck. She moans softly. "Would you like to cum?"

You nod. You should probably decline. Otherwise, you're admitting that the idea of her bull getting you pregnant turns you on. But your wife already knows you're turned on, doesn't she? So there's no point in declining. And just because it turns you on doesn't mean you're going to actually decide not to put a condom on his cock.

"Take your pants off," she says.

You remove your pants and underwear.

"Your shirt, too," she says.

You strip and sit naked on the couch next to your fully-clothed wife. She cuddles up next to you and takes your cock in her hand. There's something about being nude while she's dressed that feels like it shifts the power balance even further. It's intoxicating and you feel a sense of elated arousal move through you.

"You're so hard," she says.

"I know," you reply.

She kisses your neck. She moans softly and seductively. She strokes your dick a little faster. "You know, I get wet every time I think about having his baby," she whispers.

You stop yourself from moaning at the sudden, intense pleasure you feel.

"Is that why you're so hard? Is that why you're making so much precum? Does it turn you on like it turns me on? Does it feel right for you like it feels right for me, sweetheart? Do you want me to have my bull's baby? Do you want him to get me pregnant?" she asks.

You don't say a word, but you can't stop yourself from cumming, which you know is an even clearer answer. That fact that it's a particularly potent orgasm - that it makes your toes tingle and has your thighs trembling - only makes your arousal clearer, at least in your head.

"Was that good?" she asks.

"It was," you reply. "It was really good. Thank you."

She turns your head, kisses you, and says, "Remember, it's your choice. I know what I want, but we both have to want it, so at this point it's up to you."

She leans over, grabs a handful of tissues from the box on the coffee table, and wipes the cum off your stomach, cock, and legs. Then she gives you one more soft kiss and gets up and heads to the kitchen to throw away the cum-soaked tissues, leaving you to sit with the reality that you're the one that gets to decide if another man impregnates your wife.

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You're in a hotel room. You've already showered with your wife. You've cleaned her beautiful body. You've shaved her pussy just as her bull likes it. You've dressed her in lingerie. You've even gone down on her for a few minutes at her request because she wants to be utterly soaked by the time he fucks her.

He arrived half an hour ago. He's naked by now. They're in the bed. You're on your knees at the foot of the bed. You're watching your wife and her bull kiss as she slowly strokes his big cock. His hands move over her body. He plays with her tits in the bra you picked out for her. He slips his fingers into her lace panties and plays with her pussy, making her moan.

"I'm so wet for you," she says. "For your big cock. For how good you make me feel. I need you so badly. A week is just too long to go without you."

He smiles. "I missed you too. I missed these perfect lips of yours. I miss these perky tits of yours. I miss this tight, wet pussy of yours."

They kiss. You see their tongues entwine as your wife closes her eyes and sinks into the pleasure that being with her bull provides her. You see a drop of precum form at the tip of his cock and watch your wife's fingers quickly gather it to lube his shaft just a little. You hear the slickness of that lube and he moans into her mouth.

"I want you in my mouth," your wife says.

She kisses her way down her bull's chest and stomach. She takes him in her mouth. You watch and admire every beautiful detail of her fellating the man that's brought her so much pleasure since their first night together.

As she blows him, you think of his bare cock in her pussy. You think of her riding him. You think of her on her back as he moves in and out of her. You think of how that would end, of how he would inject his seed into your wife's unprotected womb, of how he would have a chance of getting her pregnant, of putting his baby inside her, of taking away from you one of the fundamental roles a husband is supposed to play.

The box of condoms is sitting on the nightstand. Soon the choice will be yours to make. You're still not sure what you're going to do. You know what turns you on, of course. You also know that your wife's bull is in many ways a superior man and that there's something to be said for giving your baby the best DNA. You suspect that's part of why your wife wants him to get her pregnant. You suspect that's also part of why it turns you on so much.

Your wife lifts her mouth from his cock, strokes him slowly, and looks at you. "I want him inside me," she says.

It's time to make the decision. It's time to decide if you want another man to impregnate your wife. You can't wait all night. You can't delay them. It's not fair. You need to make the decision.

"Can I put him inside you?" you ask. "Without...without a condom."

She smiles and kisses the head of his cock. Your pulse races at the gravity of the decision you just made.

"You want me to have unprotected sex with him?" she asks.

You nod.

"You want my bull to get me pregnant?" she asks.

"Yes," you say.

"You want me to have his baby?" she asks.

Your dick is so hard it hurts. You're lightheaded. Your balls are tight against your body. You feel like you're tingling all over. "Yes, I want you to have his baby," you answer.

She smiles so brightly. "Yes, you can put him inside me."

Your wife rolls onto her back. Her bull moves between her legs. You rush to the side of the bed, crawl closer, and reach between her legs. Your fingers find his stiff cock and you guide the head to her pussy. You watch him slip a few inches inside her. You turn to your wife and see her smiling at you.

"Thank you," she says. "Thank you for this. Thank you for the decision you made. You have no idea how badly I want this, how badly I need to have his baby."

You feel a shockwave of pleasure move through you.

"I'd like it if you stayed there next to me this time. I'd like to hold your hand the moment he cums inside me. I want to feel close to both of you the moment he gets me pregnant," she says.

You remain at her side. You watch them have sex. Really, though, you're watching them make love. They kiss. They touch each other. His thrusts are slow and deep. He's not fucking her. He's not pounding her. He's taking his time with it. He's savoring it. He wants to make her feel cared for and adored. He wants her to feel connected to him before he fills her pussy with his potent seed and gets her pregnant.

Despite the slow pace, your wife cums quickly. She has a loud, beautiful orgasm. He stops for a short period after her climax, but it's not long before your wife is urging him to keep making love to her.

"I want your cum inside me," she says softly. "I need your cum inside me."

They continue making love. It seems as though your wife enjoys it just as much after her orgasm as she did before. Her moans are beautiful and passionate. She kisses him deeply. Her hands move over his body and he does the same.

When he begins to thrust a little faster you know he's getting close. She knows it too. She moans louder for him. There's a certain sense of desperation in her moans, too. Desperation to have his cum inside her.

"Please, cum inside me," she says. "Please, give me a baby. Get me pregnant. Please, cum in my pussy and get me pregnant."

She reaches for your hand. Your fingers entwine and she squeezes you tight. He tucks his head against her neck and she turns and looks at you. He's fucking her faster now. He's on the verge of cumming in her pussy.

"Please, give me your baby," she says to him while holding your gaze.

You've never been so turned on. You're desperate to masturbate, to answer that arousal coursing through you, but you hold off. You don't want to ruin your wife's moment.

They end up cumming together. She stares at you as the orgasm rips through her body and as her bull cums inside her unprotected pussy. He fills her with his potent seed. He does his very best to get her pregnant, to give her his baby, and she cums right along with him.

"Kiss me, sweetheart," she says to you.

You lean in and kiss your wife as another man's cock pumps the last of its seed inside her. She offers a hint of her tongue and you welcome it into your mouth for just a moment. She moans and you do the same.

"Are you happy with your choice?" she asks.

"Yes," you reply. "It was the right choice."

She squeezes your hand, kisses you again, and says, "There's no need to clean my pussy tonight, but I still want you to clean his cock."

"Of course," you reply.

She releases your hand and you back out of the bed and head for the bathroom with your erection bouncing with every step. You lean against the counter and take a deep breath as your pulse races. You look in the mirror. You can't help but smile.

You made the right decision. You did. You know you did.

You know it won't be the last time they try, either. You know your wife is committed to this now and that you're committed too. She's going to have another man's baby and she's going to do whatever it takes to make that happen.

You've never been so turned on.