Using Guerilla Warfare on my husband [26M] to get me [26F] Knocked Up. [MF] [Kink/light bondage] [Deception] [Romance]

I have been lurking here for sooo long, and I love reading these stories. After quite a bit of help from my Husband, I have written what I think is a pretty good account of some of our stories together, he audited them adding in quite a bit more detail. I won’t post them in chronological order, more in an order of preference, which I hope will work out

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The only thing I was hoping Mark would change after we got married was his attitude towards having children. I always wanted two while I was still young, hopefully during our first year of residency. Mark wasn’t thrilled about having any but was open to it, just wanting to push it off. I, like many women, attributed this to his pre-marital nervousness about the loss of some masculine freedom with having children, hoping he would grow up when he got married. He did not.

Several weeks before our wedding, I stopped taking my birth control in hopes that our wedding night would result in a pregnancy. While we did have amazing, life changing (unprotected) sex on our special night, it was late during my luteal phase so nothing came of it. After that, Mark told me he wasn’t ready to be dad, and started pulling out for sex. Here’s a story of my struggles over the next year.

The logical appeal phase:

I tried appealing to him — to get him to want a baby now. I did all the things the internet searches will tell you to do. I made him go to his 5 years old nephew’s ball game with me. We also baby-sat for our friends’ infant. All resulted in nothing. I mentioned he’d finally have someone to go camping with (I don’t do that), which momentarily peaked his interest, but he said it just wasn’t the time. My husband speaks my native language, so I’d be sure to talk loudly about the subject when I called my mother overseas.

Still, he’d insist we were too young. This would hurt me, mostly because I knew he was in part correct. None of our fellow PGY1 Couples were trying for a baby. However, my most beloved role model, Dr. Perri Klass, had her son in medical school, so I figured my desires were in tough with reality.

He was frustrating me because I saw how he interacted with our Beagle puppy, Bijou, and I knew he would love being a dad. He was such a natural father figure.

Even besides that, he was so gentle and caring, and every time I saw him play with a toddler during his peds rotation in M3, my ovaries exploded. I just needed the big dummy to give me his cum.

I stepped up my strategies and tried a sexual appeals phase.

I picked things up in our already flooded love life. He would fuck me 3-4 times per week before. I made sure he would get sex EVERY DAY when I was trying to get a baby from him. One time, he got up to shower in the morning. I snuck in behind him, shutting the door loud enough to have him hear me. He turned around to see me, his wife, naked and giving him the come-fuck-me look. He made love to me on the bed for 20 minutes, being sure that I had adequate time to climax. It was rough, hair-pulling, sweaty, aggressive sex. I put so much work into gyrating my pussy up and down his cock, extracting groans of pleasure from him while exhausting me.

As he was finishing off, doggy style, I looked behind me and begged in my home language: “Fuck it in me! Mark! Make me pregnant [which translates unironically to ‘make me full’]!” Disappointingly, he had none of it and pulled out just in time shoot his hot load all over my ass.

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Another time, he finished a really hard shift in his unit at the hospital while I was on my one off day of the week from my unit. When he texted me this info and told me he was on the pink line home, my wifey instincts kicked into gear. I made him some good food and dressed up in some slutty lingerie under my short white robe. I was 27 at the time and I know I looked really good in this black lace. When he opened the door, off came the robe. This got his attention immediately, and he tried to kiss me over to the bed room.

“Nuh uh Mark” and I led him to the couch. Being a very dominant sexual partner, he was frustrated as I diverted his plot to fuck me on the bed. I pushed him on the couch, and he instinctively tried to pull my thong off to make love. I swatted his hand away.

“No touch. Let me do all the work tonight” I whispered, as I climbed onto his lap, straddling him. His eyes widened as he heard the unmistakable clink of the metallic police-issue handcuffs we had. I fished the other end of cuffs out of my pile of robe on the couch, and used my other hand to gently force his hands behind his back. I kissed him passionately, so he would make no objections as he heard the metal ratchet of the cuffs locking his wrists together.

With my husband restrained, I was free to go about my business. I took his cock out of his pants, and greedily stuffed it in my wet pussy as I sat myself all the way down to his hilt. I really liked having control over him. I bounced on his stiff cock for only a few minutes before I could tell I had him on edge. One last, slow, shakey grind of my tight love on his cock, and I saw his face go blank as he was past his point of no return. I whispered in his ear, reminding him how badly I wanted a baby.

Despite the handcuffs he was still able to squeeze his knees together, sliding his cock out of me and just at my pussy lips before he exploded, splashing his warm cum all over my underside and my legs. The handcuffs were truly an innocent ploy, we had been using them often recently as I enjoy being dominant now and then and if we don’t physically restrain him, he’ll take over every time. So I wasn’t crazy, just determined to get what I want.

I wasn’t even upset at him. He had such a hard day and looked so cute and tired I just grabbed the keys to the restraints, put on a movie. I got him to sleep by giving him a backrub while he pet our snoozing beagle.

This was exhausting, and honestly as a feminist I found it very degrading to be begging my husband for a creampie every night. I needed a new strategy. So I switched, to my final, successful phase that I am not proud of. I think I have named it well as ‘Guerilla warfare.’

A few days after the last story, I purposely instigated an argument with him. Not really an argument in the real sense of the word, since my husband cannot, and never has gotten mad at me. I just told him frankly I will not be fucking him until he agrees to grow up and give me a child, and finished inside me. He told me that might be a while. I laughed.

I then deployed my ultra-nasty tactics.

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One night, I wore nothing but some underwear and this tanktop that was really just a spandex sportsbra and showed off in the kitchen. He seemed to like this outfit, so I slipped in front of him while he was making dinner for us, and started grinding up against him. I felt his cock harden through my thin panties, and I focused on rubbing my ass against it. He groaned with happiness, as he was at this point three days without sex, and he does not masturbate. I worked against him while his hands slipped under my bra, grabbing my breasts and flipping my sporstbra off. When he did that, I turned around, kissing him hard on his neck and massaging his cock with my hand. Then I left him in the kitchen, and went and hid in our room to read reddit. He was four days without sex, so this left him completely blue balled. Pretty evil.

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In another night, about 7 days no sex, I came out of the bathroom totally naked, and jumped on him while he was reading in bed. I kissed him all over, and took his pants out to free his cock. I bent down, and sucked his balls for a minute, carefully giving him lots of attention there — which I have found he loves, before I grabbed the cuffs again. Moving up, I diligently locked his hands around the bed frame, leaving my husband immobilized. And what did I do? I wet my fingers, and played with myself, right on top of him, without giving his cock a moment of attention. I moaned very loud and seductively, watching as I drove him crazy. I finished myself while laying next to him, before tossing the key on his chest and going to take a shower. I carefully watched him squirm in bed as he wriggled the key to his hands and freed himself, before disappearing from sight.

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After a few more of these, he made it to two weeks, which even I was impressed with. I was coming up on the fertile window of my new cycle, and decided to make my final move. I was going to give him the night of his life.

He had reached a point of sexual frustration that was so high it was adorable: He was getting less patient, he started doing pushups in the morning just to blow off steam, and would cycle between two moods: angry horny and tired horny. This was an animal fighting its most basic primal instinct. I knew he didn’t stand a chance in the long run, I just wanted to seal the deal soon.

I went by the book. I made him a nice dinner, finishing off with ben and jerry’s and a movie. I wore this short black dress that has always gotten his attention, keeping the straps loose. After a good movie, with plenty of leg rubbing and flirting, I led him by his hand to our bedroom. My dress fell to the floor, revealing my ill-hidden secret that I had nothing on underneath. I dutifully got to my knees in front of him, undoing his belt and dropping his garments to the floor.

My mouth descended on his warm, throbbing cock, bringing him quickly to the back of my throat. I slid back then, using my lips to massage the sensitive part of his shaft and head. I then removed him, and kissed all up and down, before taking his balls in my mouth. I sucked while looking up at him, innocently, and jerking him gently with my hands. Some precum oozed out of his swollen head, and I was quick to lap it up with my tongue.

I then progressed to slow, gently, but firm bobbing on his penis, watching as I sent his mind to heaven. I knew this man really well, and I knew how to rock his world with my mouth. I edged him closer to ejaculation, before slowing down end cooling him off. I repeated this a couple more times, before I could feel him ready to erupt. I stood to my feet, always keeping my hand on his cock and lightly jerking him. He was resolve was now putty in my hands, and I could feel it. I felt like now was my chance, and I laid him on the bed.

I kneeled over him, using my hips to massage his bare cock with my very wet pussy. Before pausing for some serious talk. I put his hands on my breasts, and bent down to whisper in his ear in my much more romantic native language:

“I can make this all feel better. I know what you want Mark. I’ll do all the work, I just need that one thing from you.”

“Collette I..”

Interrupting him by bringing my finger to his mouth [back to english]

“Shhh no talking. Just give me an answer. I want a baby, will you help me out?”

He didn’t say a word, but rather just glanced down at his poor, throbbing cock, which was soaked in my juices. I took that as a yes.

I carefully slid him into me, knowing I had so overstimulated him I probably only had to bounce a couple times to milk it out of him. Down on his hilt, I could feel his swollen penis ready to blow. I brought my lips to his, and slowly started wiggling my hips up and down his shaft.
one, two, three times, and I felt the unmistakable tensing of his body. I kept his mind occupied by kissing him, and waited for my reward. He stopped kissing, and I could see him enter a state of pure bliss for a second, and the bam!

He came so hard I could actually feel the first rope of sperm hitting the wall of my vagina. Then came another rope and I could feel the warm liquid starting to fill me. He gave two more pumps, and even I was surprised at how much he had come, and he showed no sign of stopping. An overwhelming sense of calm came over me. I felt so in love and happy and kissed him up and down his face, with gentle, soft presses from my lips. I felt so womanly but so his. I felt so warm as he continued pumping into me, filling my soft womb with the start of a new life.

I could feel he was done, and carefully slid off of him, so as not to let any cum fall out of me. I glanced down at the aftermath, and saw cum was still oozing from his tip. I was taken aback by how much had come out. It had overflowed onto his balls, his belly and legs, leaving him a complete mess, even with me totally filled.

He lay there for a minute, breathing. Understandably, he had a lot to think about. He headed to clean off in the shower, while I slid on my robe and carefully remained still in bed, as is recommended, while watching TV. He came out in his towel, and I bit my lip as I saw his abs catch the light.

“All clean, Dad?” I teased him.

“Fuck.” He said. In the voice of a man defeated by his wife.

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Four weeks later, I came to him with good news: I told him I was pregnant. After that, he lost all his inhibitions. Realizing I was already pregnant, Mark did not feel any need to pull out anymore, logically. Every night, he would lay me gently against his sheets and make slow, passionate love to me. This was the best romance we had ever had, free of any cares or uncertainty. Every night, his bare cock pumped his seed into me. Each night ended with me watching him head to rinse off in the shower, while I lay still on my side. Waiting. Smiling. Waiting patiently.

Two weeks after telling him he would be a dad, I walked into our spare bedroom on my way back from a doctor’s appointment. He was on the carpet, disassembling his study desk, presumably to make room for our baby in our small river north apartment (we moved). Little strips of blue and pink enamel sample sheets lay around him. I tapped him on the shoulder, revealing a small sheet of paper I had tugged out of the back pocket of my jeans.

“Any news?” He asked, bringing the pages to his lap. I saw his eyes dart across the lab report from my OB/GYN. Little information on the first page was new, it just said I was carrying. He flipped the page, where the lab includes a section that indicates the likely dates of conception for the child. He brought his finger to the paper, shaking. He read the highlighted dates, and read them again and again.

“It says the baby was conceived only 10-14 days ago. We conceived almost seven weeks ago, this can’t be right”

I shot him a big, mischievous grin and bit my lip. I swear I could visibly see the truth wash over his face.

“It is right” He probed.

“yes” I said, switching into my native language and sitting down into his lap.

“You lied when you said you were pregnant that first time, didn’t you?” he responded in kind.

“mhm” I hummed in a slutty tone, while I kissed his neck up and down.

“We’ve been trying. This whole time you’ve tricked me into aggressively trying.”

“Tricked? *You* came inside *me*, mister. A dozen times. You thought I was pregnant a week ago and I am now pregnant” I astutely pointed out, while putting my brown hair in a bun and taking my earrings out. I had to prepare myself for a rough anger fuck.

“Only because.. But.. It’s not like” He couldn’t start. He can’t get mad at me and he knew it.

Instead, I gave him some wild sex on the floor. Spanking, cowgirl, everything. He fucked me standing, sitting, and laying.

He took me to the living room, and bent me over the couch arm, before ripping the handcuffs out of the drawer and restraining my hands behind my back (as always, careful to gently ask if this was okay.) He gave me the roughest, most aggressive doggystyle over the couch arm I had ever gotten from him.

He pulled out and gently brought me to the floor. I balanced myself on my knees, eager to stroke his cock, but remembering my wrists were locked behind my back as I struggled against the metal. He gave himself one, two, three jerks over my face before the first rope of sperm launched on my forehead, landing down across my eye and cheek. He shot another one in my mouth, and the rest all over my face, before resting his tip in my mouth and allowing me to clean him off. He had never cum on my face before.

I gave his salty tip one last kiss, before reminding him I love him. He said he loved me too, but needed a minute to collect his thoughts.

He took the key with him to the bathroom, leaving me naked and handcuffed on the floor of our living room. I heard the shower running. Realizing the blinds on our panoramic windows had been open, I got shamefully aroused by the thought that all of River North could have just seen me getting fucked silly. I got to my feet, carefully, and brought myself up to the big window. I saw in my reflection that my face was absolutely coated with white cum, leaking out of my mouth and dripping onto my body.

Seeing my sperm-covered face, with my hands tightly locked behind my back made me feel like such a slut. I smiled because it wasn’t a bad thing: I was his slut. I was absolutely his and I smiled as I thought about how far we had come together, feeling my engagement ring as I wriggled in my handcuffs.

I looked down at my tummy, and thought about how in just a few months I would be holding a child I had made with the love of my life.

Our daughter was a July baby, just like her father :).

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/87es7p/using_guerilla_warfare_on_my_husband_26m_to_get