Breeding My Wife [MF]

A couple months ago, my wife caught me a bit off balance.

We were pressed together, her laying on her back in the pillows and me on top of her with her legs wrapped tight around my hips…her hands on either side of my face, holding me still enough to press our mouths together while I bucked and grinded my hips against her. She slid her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her…her lips brushing against my ear as she struggled to form sentences… “please put a baby in my belly…cum inside me and watch my belly swell up as your seed grows inside me…fuck me from behind and watch it hang beneath me…”

I came immediately, clawing at her back and pressing myself fully into her while my body shook and I moaned against her lips. We had never talked about having kids, for the year we had been married she had been on regular injections. Playing it safe for our appetite for wonderful and frequent creampies. We revisited this fantasy daily and, after much deliberations, decided to stop being careful and let nature take its course.

Which brings me to today.

I was in the kitchen making tiramisu. I like the ritual of it and do as much of the process by hand as possible. I like standing there in my apron, working the mascarpone into the custard with a big stiff whisk. Holding the bowl steady under my arm. It makes me feel like an old world chef standing domain over his kitchens….

I heard my wife come home from work. The double clop of her slipping off the cute designer heels she had left in this morning followed by the *pad, pad, swish* of her sliding across the slick hardwood floors in her stocking feet. I grinned down into the bowl in my hands….she was in a playful mood today….I lost the sound of her footsteps and was beginning to wonder while she had stopped moving when I was knocked off balance, slopping the custard out of the bowl and across my front as I was hit in the back by her tiny form hitting my back in a leap….wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders…burrowing her face into the crook of my neck with a growl. There is a pretty significant size discrepancy between me and my wife…I am 6’4” and rather muscular…she is barely over 5’ and quite thin…When she is in these moods I often find myself playing the role her living jungle gym…subject to flying sneak-attacks and barely consensual climbing.

After a vicious assault of giggling snarls and kisses and not entirely gentle nibbles, I managed to scrape her off of my back and sit her down on the counter…her holding my apron in her surprisingly strong fists and swaying her legs as she grinned up at me between kisses. I mocked a look of offense as I looked at my hands smeared with custard and reached out to smear my hand clean across her cheek…she caught my hand with hers and took a fingerful of the cool sweet cream between her lips with a with a blissful little purr. “Oh love that’s good! Are you making that for me?”

“I was trying to”

She grinned at me let her fingers play in the spilled mess across my arms…finally reaching up to draw a smearing trail with two fingers….down onto my chest as she pulled aside the soft v-neck of my shirt. She lowered her head, lips just above the sweet coating across my skin and looked up at me with a sly grin….

“So…..” she licked…pressing her mouth to my skin as I felt my mouth fall open in a moan…down she went…onto my chest with a pressing suck of her soft lips. She moved slow…careful to clean of ever drop before sitting back up to face me…licking her lips but failing to clean them fully…. “…I’m ovulating.” She grinned at me as she watched the thoughts slide together in my head…

The next moments were a bit of a blur…I pulled her into a kiss with one arm while the other slid up her skirt, drawing down her lacy panties with a steady tug…letting them fall down her stockinged legs and onto the floor in a heap of black silk and lace. I reached down to my belt but found her hands there already, frantically working to free my throbbing cock. My hands moved to her breasts instead, somehow freeing the buttons of her blouse and taking her breasts in a squeeze as her lips parted in a moan against mine…she guided my cock into her and I let out a growl as I felt how wet she was…knowing how many times she must have played these moments in her head throughout the day while she agonized in wait….her legs wrapped around me and we moaned together as I pressed fully into her….her holding my hips and grinding in time with my thrusts…she tried to beg….but her words were lost in in an endless stream of squeaks and moans and whimpers…we came together…screaming each other’s name…my cock flooding her, filling her belly with gushing spurts of hot slickness…the pressure building and breaking as I felt it flow from her in a slow slide between my throbbing shaft and the snug walls around me…

We didn’t sleep that night, I filled her again and again, collapsing in her arms and swelling at her touch. We called off work the next day and slept…holding each other between aftershocks of lust and need as we played back the events of the past day. Our hands laced together hon her belly…trying to feel the moment that my seed takes hold.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5qogh0/breeding_my_wife_mf