[MF] One night affair with a pregnant army wife

Since today is World Mental Health Day (10/10/2020, imagine that) I’d like to share a story of a time I was temporarily insane and made a very poor choice. A fun choice, but a a dumb one. Also not to get too mushy but I hope you guys are taking good care of yourselves today, it’s easy to forget to show yourself a little kindness so make sure you don’t forget today of all days! Whatever that looks like to you, go do it! But first, I want to share with you the time that I slept with a definitely married, probably pregnant woman. Now let it be known that I didn’t know she was married to a soldier when I fucked her, but if you’re in the armed forces and you’re reading this – my bad. I may have fucked your wife; no hard feelings, right?

It started as many of these things do, on tinder. At this point in my life I was so horny that I would risk life and limb for my next orgasm, so when a married woman matched with me I jumped at the opportunity to fuck up at least 3 lives just so that I could cum. (I’m not super proud of it and I’ve grown a lot since then, but it is what it is) I was horny, she was horny, the husband was away. It’s business time. I showed up at her place late at night and honestly I probably should have noticed something was up.

The porch light was off. I texted her as per her instructions not to ring the bell. Within a few seconds the door quietly crept open and there she was (a tad bit less cute than her pictures, but fuck it I guess she had me on the hook already). She was wearing a baggy t-shirt and unflattering exercise shorts. I was wearing jeans and a flannel because it was a tad chilly (important detail to remember, thanks brain). Without a word, she raised her finger to her lips to indicate I should shut the fuck up, this was my second red flag of the evening. She then walked me through her dark ass house, probably a 3 bedroom at least, to her bedroom.

I’m not trying to throw undue shade at this woman but her room was like a bachelor pad to the extreme. Laundry all over the floor, very little furniture, a mattress and boxsprings with no frame. As she wordlessly stripped naked and I followed suit I noticed that there was an open bottle of prescription pills spilt beside the bed, half buried in the shag carpet. Hopefully those bad boys weren’t important. After what felt like 15 years I finally got my buttons and zippers and buckles undone. The silence really doesn’t help matters.

As she laid back I could see her figure a little in the moonlight, despite her subterfuge she was legitimately cute. A little thick with average tits, slightly larger areolas which I am a fan of. Sinking my elbows into the mattress, I gingerly propped her thighs apart and dove face first into her pussy. In my horny state I lapped at her folds hungrily like a fucking dog cleaning the foodbowl. It wasn’t my best work but it certainly got the desired effect. After a few minutes of flicking my tongue over her clit and dipping it between her lips and running it along her clit, she raised her hips up and threw her head back. She covered her mouth as she pumped her hips a few times and then fell back against the bed.

“Fuck me!” she whispered pointedly at me. I mean yeah, that was the plan. So I crawled up and positioned myself between her legs, my dick grazing her lightly. “Do you have a condom?”

“Oh, uh no,” I have no idea why it hadn’t occurred to me to bring a condom to a married woman’s house but here we are. “Are you clean?” I asked like a very trusting or very horny idiot.

“Yeah, are you?” she asked – same inflection.

“Yep.”

“Okay, whatever,” she relented, guiding my cock with her hand until I felt myself pushing into her soaking pussy. We got to work. While I started thrusting into her at a steady pace she moaned quietly and said, “I haven’t been fucked in over a month.” And to her credit, this woman was meeting my thrusts. Hopefully this isn’t indicative of a trend but I’ve run into quite a few ladies that just sort of ‘let’ you fuck them, no energy, no effort. Not this lady. She was quite the active participant. So after a good couple of minutes I started getting a feeling like I needed to give her a participation trophy.

“Are you on birth control?” I asked her between ragged breaths.

“No,” she whispered. This did not help me at all, in fact it made me much, much hornier. I continued thrusting on autopilot with the understanding that what I was currently doing was absolutely a terrible fucking idea. Then she threw me a lifeline, “But um, I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant. So…”

Well okay then. I hoisted her ankles up above my shoulders and started pummeling her cervix like there was no tomorrow. She looked me in the eyes while we both came, I filled her to the brim and lowered my head between her sweaty tits. While my cock twitched and pumped out the last few spurts of cum deep inside her I gave her a little smooch on her chest between us trembling, because I’m a gentleman. We took a few deep breaths and slowly recovered from our lust-fueled indiscretion. Finally she spoke up.

“I really needed that, thank you.”

“No problem,” I laughed, then my lizard brain took over, “I can… I can go again. If you want.”

“Oh,” she didn’t seem to anticipate me staying longer, “yeah, okay. Sure.”

For the next few minutes we talked quietly about how she never gets fucked by her husband, how the last time was over a month ago and the time before that was almost a year ago. She talked about how she had missed her period but hadn’t taken a test yet. (Is that red flag number 3? I’ve lost count) After my federally mandated 15 minute break my brave soldier was rising for the pledge of allegiance and ready to go. At ease, private, goddamn.

This time I wanted to do my all time favorite position, maybe it’s a bit boring but I love spooning. So I wrapped myself around her and buried my hardening cock into her from behind. Her back pressed tightly against my chest as I pushed into her again and again. Slow, steady, rhythmic thrusts. We kept this up for a while as I played with her titties and ran my hands all over her. Just to give her a little treat I started to play with her clit while I fucked her and she immediately turned her head and started to breathe heavily. As I focused in and diddled her like a disc jockey she shook and tensed, both feelings at once must have been more than enough for her. “Fuck, my husband never plays with my clit like that,” she sighed. My job wasn’t done so I kept railing her, gaining a little speed.

Now my brain likes to do this thing I like to call Fucking With Me Hardcore. At inopportune times my mind will start to explore all of the ways things could be wrong or go wrong (imagine Fear from Inside Out cranked up to 11). And at this particular moment, balls deep in a stranger, my mind was asking the important questions, ‘What if she’s not actually pregnant – yet?’ I mean it wasn’t the most far fetched thing to worry about. She was shady as hell and clearly she was disorganized as fuck. Should I really trust that she’s ‘probably pregnant’? But then my brain did something very generous. I thought to myself, ‘You know what man? You already came in her once. The damage is done, just enjoy yourself.’ And I did.

With my last few strokes I placed my hand below her belly and placed my palm firmly on the outside of where her womb might’ve been. Each thrust I pushed deeper while I held on, finally pushing into her as deep as I could as I pumped my second thick load into her waiting pussy. Every stroke produced a little more, spurting into her depths as I gradually slowed. As we laid there, her thoroughly stuffed with my cum and me in a state between fear and bliss, our bodies rose and fell in unison. After a few minutes we awkwardly made our goodbyes and I asked if her husband would be home tomorrow. She responded by saying that he was overseas now but that this was his parent’s house. Holy fuck.

I got out of there. As soon as I made it home I unmatched her and sat on my bed wondering if I was going to get murdered. Probably not. Right? Well regardless, it was quite the experience. I hope that she’s doing well out there and I hope that if she has a baby it’s not mine. And I just want to say, for all the military wives out there, getting fucked by strangers, it was an honor and a privilege to serve.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j8p5gm/mf_one_night_affair_with_a_pregnant_army_wife