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.

Out of Character (Bondage) [MF]

I am a gentle man. I am slow to anger…happy…excitable. The tail wagging, overly affectionate labrador waiting at the door with a smile for my wife’s return. I wouldn’t call myself submissive exactly…I just absolutely adore my wife. Sex with her has always felt like something of an act of worship…an offering of my body, and sweat and strain answered with the joyous sound of her gasps and moans…her trembling legs wrapped around my shoulders…her hands clawing at my hair as she pulls me closer…her hips bucking hungrily against mine…But, I must admit, no one would ever call me dominant….I tell you this because it is relevant to the events of the past week. So: