I don’t know how it got started, but I have a huge creampie fetish. Huge. There’s something about the skin-on-skin and our mutual wetness and the *rawness* of it that turns me into a jangling ball of horny energy.
One week, in our early 30s, my wife was unusually insatiable. She was embarrassed about something, and wouldn’t tell me, but kept wanting me.
On about day 4, she confessed as I was going down on her.
“I haven’t taken my birth control for a week. I forgot a couple of times, then it started turning me on. I’m sorry.”
Readers, that’s when I discovered I had a major fetish for pregnancy risk. Neither of us wanted a family. We knew this. But…
Minutes later, I had my cock deep inside her, fucking like rabbits in missionary. She bit her lip, rubbing her clit.
“The thought of you getting me pregnant turns me on so much. Don’t pull out.”
The thought of being deep inside the wet *fertile* pussy of the woman I loved as she begged me to breed her did something to the caveman part of my brain. All my synapses lit up at once. It was a whole body orgasm. I was vaguely aware of her calling my name.