She's His As Long as She's Pregnant with His Baby

You stand in the bedroom doorway and watch your wife caress her beautiful, pregnant belly. You see the joyful look on her face. You see how she’s glowing, just like pregnant women are supposed to glow.

She looks up and smiles at you. She’s the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. You’re quite certain you couldn’t be more in love with her than you are right now.

She extends her hand and says, “Come.”

You join your beautiful, pregnant wife in the bed. She takes your hand and guides it to her stomach.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she says.

“It is,” you reply.

You look up and see your wife smiling at you. She leans closer and you share a kiss as you continue to caress her beautiful belly.

“Will you kiss it for me?” she asks.

You smile and lean down. You kiss your wife’s perfect, beautiful pregnant belly. Her skin feels warm and soft against your lips. She runs her fingers through your hair and the moment feels utterly perfect, as if everything is as it should be in your life.

“That feels so good,” she says. “I love that you’re so eager to kiss my belly. I love that you’re so eager to be a father.”

She runs her fingers down your back. Her touch is soothing and just a little bit arousing, though that might be because she’s in a bra, panties, and those lacy knee highs that you love so much.

“Would you like to kiss my breasts?” she asks.

“Yes,” you say.

She reaches back and unhooks her bra, freeing her splendid breasts. She guides your head to them. You kiss her swollen flesh. You gently suck on her nipples. She moans like she’s feeling the same kind of arousal that’s building between your legs.

“You’re so beautiful,” you say as you look up from her breasts.

“It’s because of the baby,” she says. “It’s because of the life growing inside me. I’ve never felt more beautiful.”

Your wife leans close and your lips meet hers. The kiss is slow and sensual. She moans as her hand moves between your legs. She finds your stiff cock and strokes you through your shorts.

“Can we?” you asked.

“No, I’m sorry,” she says. “He’s coming over.”

She’s referring to her bull.

“Oh,” you say.

“You know I’m his,” your wife says. “Whenever he wants me, I’m his, especially now that I’m pregnant with his baby.”

As humiliating as it is, your dick gets harder when she says it. Her fingers are wrapped around it. She knows it. She knows you find it pleasurable when she tells you that her bull gets priority over you. She knows you like being reminded that she chose him to get her pregnant.

“Take your shorts off,” she says. “Let me make you cum before he gets here.”

It’s humiliating to accept a handjob from your wife before the man that got her pregnant comes over. It feels like she’s getting your needs out of the way so she can concentrate on meeting his needs. It feels that way because it’s exactly what she’s doing.

Despite the humiliation, you happily take your shorts off. You pull your underwear down with them and your wife wraps her fingers around your cock. She strokes you as her lips find yours once again. Her tongue darts into your mouth and she moans.

“It’s been a week since I had him,” your wife says. “You can’t imagine how desperate I am. You can’t imagine how loudly my body is screaming for him.”

She’s taking you down a path that will lead to a beautiful orgasm and she knows it. She knows exactly how to make her husband feel good. She knows what you like, even if you don’t want to admit that you like it.

“I’m desperate for him,” she says. “I’m desperate to fuck the man that gave me a baby. I’m desperate to feel him inside me again. I’m desperate to feel his hands on my body. I’m desperate to feel his lips against mine. I’m desperate for him, honey. I’m desperate for the man that got me pregnant.”

“Is he going to spend the night?” you ask.

“Yes,” she says. “He might spend the weekend. He wants to spend a little more time with me now that I’m getting close. He wants to be here for me. He wants to take care of the mother of his baby. He wants to make sure I have everything I need, and right now what I need is him. My body needs him. My pussy needs him. It needs him so badly.”

She knows exactly what to say to drive you wild. She knows how to get inside your head and trigger your arousal centers. She knows how to make you absolutely insane with lust.

“Is it okay if he stays with me for the weekend? Is it okay if I give myself to him for the weekend and enjoy everything he has to offer?” she asks. “Is it okay if the man that got me pregnant sleeps in our bed all weekend and satisfies my every need in ways you can’t?”

You think of your pregnant wife having sex with someone else all weekend. You think of sleeping in the guest bedroom and hearing her screams of pleasure. You think of your pregnant wife curled up with another man on the living room couch as they watch a romantic movie together. You think of all of it and you cum. You cum hard. You cum all over your wife’s hand and your stomach. You have the orgasm you craved, though not exactly in the way you craved it.

“Thank you,” you say.

“You’re welcome,” your wife replies.

You give her a quick kiss and grab your underwear to clean up the mess you made. She wipes her hands clean on them and you slide out of the bed.

“If you need anything, let me know. I’m always happy to help in any way,” you say.

“I know,” your wife replies. “That’s why I love you so much.”

You walk out of the bedroom. With any luck you’ll be invited back to watch your wife and her bull have sex, but there’s no guarantee. It might be Monday before you enter your bedroom again.