Hi, back again with another story for you all, sorry not many adventures as of late. We decided to put the brakes on our promiscuous lifestyle, because let’s just say I’ve been eating for two as of late.
So I’m trying to be behaved, as best I can. But as the months go on the hormone fuelled cravings become too much to handle, at first it was just the normal stuff; Chocolate, sweets, chewing gum. All the same as the two times before, but this time a newer more intense craving has taken over my baby brain. Blowjobs! I’m sure regular readers will scream ‘But Lucy you’re always sucking cock’. But this is different, my body is craving or should I say my mouth is craving cock.
My husband is delighted with this as your would guess, offering his cock to me at the drop of a hat. Morning, noon or night, he is ready to ease my cravings. In bed, in the car, in the kitchen, while watching tv and even that one time at his mothers house when we were over for dinner. Basically anytime we are alone his cock is in my mouth.
But still the cravings grew, eventually my husbands cock wasn’t enough I wanted more, I wanted my mouth stretched wide and my throat invaded. But with me in my current state, we decided not to play around. Opting to try subdue my cravings with dildos and cock sleeves, but that could only sustain me for a couple weeks.
My loving husband was the one who finally cracked, I don’t know if it was fatigue or just my mood swings finally got to him. But one evening he surprised me with a hotel room key.
“What’s this?” I asked, confusion all over my face.
“A treat, now go get ready” he said with a kiss, a smile of desire across his face.
I looked at the key and recognised the logo, the same hotel that we use for our Hotwife dates. I rushed up to the bedroom and rummaged through the wardrobe looking for anything that could be considered sexy in my current state. Failing to find anything in my maternity pile of oversized dresses and sweat pants.
My husband joining me as my hormonal mood started to swing as I couldn’t find anything ‘sexy’, my body insecurities rushing back into my mind as tears began to run down my face.
“Why would you surprise me like this?” I cried.
“Don’t panic, I have it all sorted” he reassured me, wiping the tears from my cheek.
He handed me a bag, peering inside I could see a new dress. Pulling it out to reveal a tight knit body con in a pale blue, “I can’t pull this off” I protested.
“Request from your date” he revealed, handing me his phone as I looked through the messages. Scrolling through to see a weeks worth of messages between the two, all our usual verifications and checks done and approved. My husband had been planning this for awhile, crossed all the t’s and dotted the i’s.
As I glanced through the messages, I was drawn to the guy’s repeated requests for outfits. Sending pictures of what he liked and offering to buy me outfits, he definitely had a type. Tight belly hugging, body con and knit. As I put on the dress, I felt it hug and conform to my newly expanded body.
“I’m not sure” I confessed, checking out myself in the mirror.
“You look amazing babe” my husband added, “here let’s send him a picture.”
After some back and forth, he eventually got me to pose for a quick snap. As we both watched the three dots flash on the screen waiting for his reply.
“Wow, she looks fucking amazing” he replied.
“She’s all ready for you” my husband answered back with another candid picture of me as I put on my coat, about to walk out the door.
I could see my husband was already getting hard, “you’re such a perv” I joked, stoking his bulge. “Tell him I’m on my way” I teased, gripping him tighter.
I kissed my husband goodbye and headed out. Once in the car I took a deep breath, feeling both excited and nervous. It had been a while since I had played with someone new, and never while pregnant. But the thought of having my mouth filled with a stranger's big cock was too much to resist.
When I arrived at the hotel, my heart racing with anticipation. As I walked into the lobby, I saw him waiting for me. He was tall, dark, muscular and handsome, with piercing brown eyes and a charming smile.
"Lucy, right?" he said, standing up and offering his hand.
I nodded and shook his hand, feeling a jolt of electricity run through me as our skin touched. He was confident and dominating as he looked down at me with desire in his eyes.
"Nice to meet you," I said, feeling my cheeks flush.
"Likewise. You look even better in person," he said, eyeing me up and down.
I blushed even harder, feeling a rush of desire run through me. He led me up to the room, chatting and flirting along the way. When we got inside, I could see he was already hard.
"So, your husband tells me you're craving some cock?" he said, grinning.
I giggled nervously, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
"Yeah, I don't know what's gotten into me," I said, biting my lip.
"Well, lucky for you, I happen to have just the thing," he said, standing before me and unbuckling his belt.
I watched eagerly as he pulled down his pants, revealing a thick, hard black cock that was already rock solid. He stroked it slowly, making me ache with desire.
"Come on, get on your knees and take it," he said, gesturing to his cock. I’m usually the dominant one in these encounters, but his tone and maybe my state of mind flipped the dynamic.
Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth, taking his cock deep into my throat. It was even better than I had imagined, feeling his thick shaft filling my mouth and stretching my jaw wide. It was everything I was craving, used for his pleasure.
He moaned and thrust his hips, fucking my face with long, deep strokes. I gagged and choked, feeling my eyes water, but I didn't want him to stop. I sucked and slurped on his cock, taking him as deep as I could, without warning he prematurely exploded in my mouth with a loud groan.
I swallowed every drop, feeling a sense of satisfaction and pleasure. My skills catching him by surprise, as he began to apologise for the early fire.
“Don’t worry about it” I teased, squeezing out the last drop of cum and licking him clean.
“This never happens” he moaned.
“I’ll take it as a compliment” I smiled, wiping the drool and cum from my chin.
“Get it hard for me again” I whispered in his ear, as I seductively stood up and removed my panties from under my dress. Well as seductively as I could given my limited flexibility.
This is were things start to go off script, my husband’s carefully planned evening was about to get a whole lot hotter. I shuffled onto the bed and spread my legs wide, my skin tight dress rising up to present my dripping wet pussy to my eager date. Who without needing to be asked, had his head between my legs.
His large fingers entered me with ease as his tongue lapped at my clit, sending my body into uncontrollable spasms. My thighs clamping like a vice around his head, with my fingers running through his hair. It was sensational and I couldn’t contain myself, I was screaming in ecstasy with a toe curling orgasm within minutes.
When I caught my breath, I looked down to see he was fully hard again. Stroking himself as he looked at me with lustful intensity, his huge vainly cock glistening. I spun around on the bed and hung my head backwards over the edge, his eyes widening as I stuck out my tongue to invite him in.
His huge cock sliding down my throat with effortless ease, as he fucked my throat again. This time with more confidence and determination, ramming in and out of me as I found myself holding onto the bed sheets to try stay in place. His tight heavy balls slapping my nose, filling my nostrils with his sweaty musk. His hands grabbing at my tits, neck, belly.
I could feel him starting to build to another orgasm, but I wasn’t ready with him just yet. I pushed him away to gather my breath, slowly sucking at his head to keep him on the edge. His groans getting louder as my tongue swirled around him, teasingly flicking at his throbbing head.
Now I don’t know if it was the horniness, the baby brain hormones, his confidence or a mix of everything. But in that moment all of my husband and I’s long standing rules seemed to slip my mind. I wanted more!
I pushed him away and spun around on the bed again, sitting before him with him between my legs. Seductively sucking at his swollen head as I looked up at him, his fists clenched at his side. He was on the verge of filling my mouth again, but my mind had other plans.
“Fuck me!” I begged, letting his cock slip from my mouth.
“Really?” His eyes lit up “you sure?”
“Yes!” I pleaded “hurry up before I change my mind.”
He lifted me up to my knees and pulled off my dress, his eyes locked on my baby bump. Pushing me back into the pile of pillows as he positioned himself between my legs. His thumb teasing my clit as he reached for his jeans, looking for a condom.
“Leave it!” I cried, “just fuck me already” reaching down and guiding his raw cock towards my soaking wet pussy.
His cock slowly entering me, stretching me wide as his girth filled me. He moved slowly, my body adjusting to the pleasurable pain.
“Is that okay?” He paused to check how I was, my face scrunched and back arched.
“Shut up and fuck me already!” I screamed.
He took the hint and started to pound me hard and fast, it was amazingly painful and sensitive but in a good enjoyable way. My body was his to use, as I encouraged him to go faster and harder.
I didn’t take long until I was screaming with another orgasm.
“I’m going to cum!” He warned, pulling away.
But I had other ideas, wrapping my legs around him to pull him deep into me.
“Cum inside me” I begged, hunching back waiting to be filled.
Before he could reply or pull away the unforgettable sensation of his cum exploding inside me began, pumping stream after stream of his hot sticky seed deep inside me. Before rolling over beside me gasping for breath, his soaked cock still twitching.
We lay there for some time before the realisation of what had happened hit me, drunk on lust. All our rules and safeguards, tossed aside for an unforgettable encounter.
I headed back home to my husband, feeling both fulfilled, exhausted and nervous about his reaction.
As I walked in the door, my husband couldn't help but look at me with lustful eyes. I knew he was turned on by the thought of me being with another man, and I couldn't wait to tell him all about it.
We started making out passionately, and I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. I pulled away from him, giving him a teasing smile.
"Tell me about your date," he said, his voice thick with desire.
I took his hand and ran to the bedroom, excitedly nervous. I started to recount every detail of the night, describing how my date had taken me to the hotel room and how he took control, As I described how he started to touch and caress my body, my husband's hand slipped under my dress and started to rub my clit. I moaned, feeling the intense pleasure shoot through me. then onto how my date ordering me on my knees. My husband listened intently, his cock growing harder by the second.
"He loved the dress you picked out for me," I said, biting my lip.
"He fucked my mouth so hard," I said, as my husband slipped his fingers inside me. "His cock was huge, and I could feel it stretching me open."
My husband pumped his fingers in and out of me, his other hand stroking his own cock. “Oh my god, you’re so wet” he added.
I continued to describe my dates every move, how he came too early due to my amazing sucking skills. How he ate me out, while he stroked himself back to life for a second round. He was hanging on my every word, as I teased out the details in small amounts between moans and deep kisses.
“I’ve been a bad girl” I bite my lip, staring into his hungry eyes.
“Yeah? How?” My husband asked.
“I needed more than just his cock in my mouth” I revealed, rolling onto my hands and knees.
“I bet you did!” My husband grunted, getting behind me and entering me from behind “did he fuck you good?”
“Yes!” I screamed, as my husband fucked me frantically.
I described how my date, fucked me, how big he was, how dominant he was and how he used me. All while my husband fucked me rapidly, the sound of our flesh slapping together with each thrust ringing out loudly around the bedroom.
We fucked hard and fast, lost in the moment and the intensity of our desire.
“Fuck me like the lil slut I am” I moaned, sensing he was close to the brink.
“You love when I act like a slut, don’t you?” I continued
“Fuck yes!” He cried out, his finger nails buried deep into my skin as he grabbed my hips tighter.
“When I get used by other men?” I teased.
“Yes!” He called out, his orgasm building.
“When I break the rules and let them fuck me” I slowly built up to the reveal. He was to engage with his animalistic fucking to reply with anything other than a grunt. “When I let them fuck me raw and let them cum deep inside me?”
He paused for a second “what?” He moaned.
“I let him fuck me raw with his big black cock… then let him fill me up” I seductively moaned.
He paused for a second to process what I had just said, before he could reply I added “why do you think I’m so wet.”
And with that echoing in his ears he started to thrust hard into me again “ahhh you fucking slut!” He groaned.
His cum filling me deeply for my third load of the evening, as I came simultaneously with him as the waves of pleasure rushed over us both.
As we collapsed onto the bed, our breathing heavy, I turned to my husband and said, “I think I’m going to meet up with him again next week.”
My husband looked deep into my eyes took my hand in his and said and said “I fucking love you!”