My wife, the virgin (fiction, breeding)

The wedding was over. We had danced the night away. Mary was now my wife and I was now her husband. We had arranged for the honeymoon suite far away from our other guests. Mary had grown up very religious and as such, we had an agreement that she would be a virgin on our wedding night.

It was torture, all those nights, longing to touch, longing to give in to our primal urges. But now here we were, outside the room where we would finally “give in”.

Mary had made it clear to me from the moment we met. Sex is for baby making. It would be sinful if she was to have sex without conceiving a child. Mary had spent the months leading up to the wedding tracking her cycle. She read everything she could about conception. She explained to me that if she wasn’t ovulating on our wedding night, the sex would have to wait.

I opened the door and we put down our things. She had been carrying her shoes as she had taken them off hours earlier. She reached for her phone and saw the words “ovulation 1 day ago, high chance of getting pregnant”. She dropped her shoes to the floor with a loud thud, reached over towards me and grabbed me by the torso.

Doing the Lord’s work (mf) (breeding)

My girlfriend told me she would be going away for a week with her best girlfriend. She probably told me where she was going, honestly i don’t know and i didn’t care. All I knew was I would be getting fucked up every night with my boys. Booze, Cigars, Strip Clubs, that’s how I spent my week “off duty” and my boys were fucking excited. It was like college all over again.

Fast forward to a week later. My girlfriend comes home. We had been living together for about a year and I popped her cherry on the first date. She often “gave in” to my fucked up life. We smoked pot together for the first time, we took molly together for the first time. She had only one rule. No kids. Ever. We could fuck, as much as we wanted, but she would take her pill at the same time every day and my dick had to be wrapped up.

She was blessed with natural beauty. She loved sundresses and she was blessed with A cup tits so she never had to wear a bra. She knew I loved it when she went barefoot and she “indulged me” often.