[MF] I [34M] always had a strong breeding/impregnation fetish….then I knocked my wife up and now it’s out of control.

(This is fairly long because I feel it needs to be in order to tell the story properly. Skip to the paragraph break below where it says “Begin juicy stuff” if you’re only here for the sex description.)

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been really into bareback creampie sex. I know, what guy isn’t, right? I had a couple of relationships in my 20s where condom use was the expected norm with my partners, and it definitely led to early breakups every time. There were always other issues, but the fact I wasn’t allowed to cum inside a woman always meant that I just couldn’t bond with her emotionally or psychologically enough to hang around. For lack of a better description, I needed to get my dick wet to care about the relationship.

Conversely, when girls let me hit it bare, I tended to hang around and keep the sex going long after the point where the rest of the relationship was running on fumes. The breeding subreddits were a frequent visit as I consciously internalized the apparent fetish and really learned to embrace it.

My wife and I got married last year after 3 years of dating. She encouraged me to go raw after a few months, as we both had clean STD panels, hadn’t been with anyone else unprotected in the couple months prior, and she was on the pill. We’re also at a point in life where an “oops” wouldn’t be a big deal – we’re both mid 30s, both have great careers, own our home and have no problem affording vacations, new cars, you name it. Kids were always going to be part of the equation for us anyways.

I am a 6’1” white guy, blonde hair/blue eyes, 210 lbs, and I workout daily. I used to get Chris Pratt and Tom Hardy comparisons, but since COVID began I grew my hair out, started lifting more, and now my wife says I am a dead ringer for Chris Hemsworth. She is 5’4”, maybe 135 lbs, blonde hair/green eyes, and the most perfect fat ass I’ve ever laid eyes on. If she ever got up the nerve to post pictures she would be at the top of [r/pawg](https://www.reddit.com/r/pawg/) in no time. I still remember our first date vividly. We met up at a bar and I was sitting down facing the bartender and didn’t see her approach. When we decided to leave together an hour later, she got up first and led the way towards the door and that first look at her backside sent a bolt of lightning from my brain down my spine and straight into my manhood. I knew at that point that this one was going to have me ring shopping if I wasn’t careful. This ass had magical powers. Well, I was right, and we married in the late summer of 2019.

We continued to have somewhat routine ho-hum married couple sex afterwards, until we decided maybe we should start planning a family. After all, we weren’t getting any younger, and all the other pieces were firmly in place. She stopped taking the pill after many years of continuous use going back to her teen years, and got one of those wearable wrist fertility trackers with an app. She’s really into collecting and measuring the data and being precise and scientific about everything.

Then, just as she was starting to get her cycle stabilized and predictable, COVID swept across the land and led to all sorts of confusion and uncertainty. We both switched to indefinite WFH and were now spending all day, every day, in our house together. With all the uncertainty and panicked prognostications of a new deadly plague destroying the US healthcare system, we decided maybe we should hit pause on the conception thing. She didn’t want to go back on the pill and I supported that decision, so we used the fertility tracker to practice a sort of 21st century rhythm method. I would only cum in her on safe days, far from ovulation, and we cut back on the overall frequency with which we did the deed, much to my sadness.

Fast forward through the summer. We’d both been confined to our home nearly the whole time, and I’d been lifting weights, eating loads of veggies, taking my vitamins, doing HIIT cardio, staying hydrated, avoiding booze, basically anything I could do to help ensure healthy sperm so that I would be ready to supply the goods when the timing was right. We talked and decided that now may not be the time, but hopefully once the pandemic started to subside a little, we could resume trying. I also started swimming laps in the lake near our house, as I found it was a phenomenal workout and was really getting me shredded and making my shoulders and arms bigger and stronger.

Then one day, it happened. I will never forget this particular Sunday for as long as I live. My wife booked massages for us through an app. The masked massage provider came to our house with the table, set it up in a spare bedroom, and gave us each 90 minute deep tissue massages. We both had a lot of tension and really needed the knots released. The massage therapist was a particularly muscular lady who was nearly as big as me, and I had her go as hard as she could. It felt amazing. On the flip, my dick involuntarily rose and pushed the drape over as she rubbed me down, but she just replaced it. No funny business, which was fine with me, I was strictly interested in having my muscles worked in a non-sexual fashion.

After we both finished and the massage therapist left, my wife told me she was planning on having a socially distanced wine date with one of her girlfriends who lives down the street, on her outdoor patio. I decided to go for a swim since it was a bright, sunny late summer day. I went down to the little private beach for residents in my short swim trunks and took off, swimming all the way to the other shore and back in sprint intervals with limited rest breaks in between. By the time I returned to the beach, there was a young woman with a toddler splashing around. The little guy had swim floaties and goggles on and the mom was holding him up in the water, spinning him around, laughing and splashing. I took a closer look and the mom was pretty fine. She had on this teal one piece that covered her abdomen but you could still tell she had a nice bod. I smiled at her and the kid as I waded back into the shoreline.

Then it hit me, once again, like a bolt of lightning through my spine: I wanted one. I wanted a baby, I wanted to become a father, I wanted to bring my little family to the beach and swim and splash and play with my sexy wife and our adorable child. In that moment, I felt like the strongest, most vibrant and powerful man on the planet. My blood was coursing with endorphins from the intense swim workout, and the sun’s warmth on my body made me feel like a Greek god.

I arrived home just as my wife strolled up the driveway. As I stood at the kitchen sink, pouring myself a glass of cold water, she walked up next to me with a wry grin on her face. I could tell she had a little wine buzz going, her cheeks were extra rosy, and there was an odd twinkle in her eye. I glanced over her shoulder at her phone, sitting on our kitchen island, unlocked, and I saw the screen from her fertility app showing a big warning notification that she was in the “HIGH FERTILITY” zone in her cycle. Clearly she had just seen this as well. I leaned in and kissed her deeply, wrapped her in my arms firmly and squeezed her big ass through her yoga pants. I whispered in her ear, “let’s go upstairs”, grabbed her by the hand, spun her around and gave her a playful push on her lower back to get her moving. She laughed, reached back to hold my hand, and led me up the stairs to our bedroom.

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As we entered the bedroom, I thought to myself that this was my last chance. Maybe I could just cuddle her, or pull out at the end, or go jerk off quickly in the bathroom beforehand, pretending I needed to pee, and let our lives continue as they were, unchanged. This was the point of no return! But I knew deep down neither of us wanted that. Before I had the chance to escape, she had her Lulus and thong off and tossed on the carpet next to the bed, and my rapidly-hardening dick in her hand. I wish I could say the sex was wild, crazy and lengthy, but the reality is, we were both so caught in the primal moment, we didn’t even think about performing in any aspirational way. This was about one thing: insemination.

I let my body completely cover her, the weight of my upper body muscles and torso pinning her to the bed as I eased my tip in and out, very gently. She needs a lot of warm-up to be able to accommodate me, so there is always a lot of careful, gentle rocking in missionary in order to work every inch inside her gradually. I remember pressing my lips to the side of her neck, just below her ear, and kissing her passionately. As I kissed her, I felt her hips tilt back under us and her heels hit my lower back, allowing me to press the full extent of my shaft into her warm, wet folds as my swollen balls tickled her asshole.

We started to build a rhythm, smooth but firm, as I thrusted. I licked my thumb and reached down, gently rubbing her clit in a steady circular motion while continuing to slide in and out. If I’m not really careful, I can hit her cervix, which she does NOT like. But there is a particular point in her vaginal architecture where it narrows just before the cervix. Whenever I get deep enough to feel my cock head fill that narrow void, while simultaneously feeling my shaft wrapped up tight in her labia at her entrance, it usually sends me over the edge. It’s like a three dimensional jigsaw puzzle piece clicking together: suddenly the tip of my penis “plugs in” to her innermost vaginal walls and I get this 360 degree envelopment of tight, wet pussy on every inch of my member.

Just as I neared that point, I felt her start to shudder and tighten around me. My thumb was coaxing her into her own orgasm, and she clamped tight around me, hands grasping my forearms just below my elbows, and dug her heels hard into my lower back, just above my glutes. When her orgasmic moan hit my ears, everything went white, like a flash grenade. I released hard and deep inside her, it had to have been 10 ropes of cum. I have always been a fairly heavy cummer, but this time was extraordinary. I literally felt my balls aching as I pumped throb after throb all over her cervix, coating and drowning it with my genetic seed. In that moment, I felt like I ruled the entire world.

We just lay there, my softening dick still inside her, for a few minutes trying to compose ourselves. She got up and did the awkward, fast waddle into the bathroom to try to clean up. We went on about our typical cozy Sunday, watching a movie and cooking a healthy dinner together, still basking in the afterglow as we fell asleep that night.

The rhythm of our daily lives quickly made us forget about the passionate romp, until about 20 days later. My wife suddenly felt really sick, and we worried that perhaps she had unwittingly contracted COVID, even though we hadn’t left our house or had any contact with the outside world in several weeks, aside from the masked massage therapist. We decided that she would call her doctor the next day and try to get a swab test, just in case. I woke up alone that morning and came down the stairs to find her waiting for me in the kitchen, holding a positive pregnancy test and smiling. In a flash, the events from three Sundays prior came flooding back to me. She did get the COVID test just to be safe, and it was negative. It was just the onset of morning sickness.

We are 20 weeks along now, and I have never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. Every day I thank the universe for that Sunday, and I will never forget it for the rest of my life. I also feel an insane, deep rooted urge to knock her up again after our son is born. Some days, it’s the only thing I can think about, it’s truly overwhelming.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kez8ar/mf_i_34m_always_had_a_strong_breedingimpregnation