Because I wanted my tits to lactate, so you can suck on mommy’s hot milk!

I have chronic back pain due to an injury, so while I’m always “up” for sex, I’m not always up for sex. Sure, I’m a married guy in his twenties, at my sexual peak, so I’m always thinking about fucking my hot wife. And if you were married to her, you’d feel the same way: nice big juicy tits, plump ass, fleshy hips. She’s a bit on the chunky aside, but I like that in a woman. All-in-all, Sharon’s my hot blonde goddess.

So it really pains me when my back is acting up: I want to fuck her, my cock wants to fuck her, she wants me to fuck her, but it hurts too damn much. Even when she tries to do it cowgirl-style, it just puts too much pressure on my pelvis and causes me too much pain in my back.

She doesn’t mind so much, because sex has never actually been of that much interest to her. She knows what a pervert I am, and she indulges me when I’m able to fuck, but going a few days at a time without sex isn’t as big a deal for her as it is for me. It got really bad during this last summer, when my back was acting up so much I had to call in to work for two week straight.

And because it was so hot during the summer, as soon as Sharon got home from work she would get changed, doffing her stifling business suit and peeling her sticky bra away from her sweaty, gorgeous tits. (God, I’d love to suck the sweat off those beauties.) Off came her panties, the deep, musky odor of her hairy pussy filling the room.

Then my hot wife would put on something lighter, perhaps a t-shirt (nipples!) and panties, sometimes boxer shorts (hot!), sometimes a spaghetti-strap top (cleavage!).

So here I am, with a sexy wife, a throbbing cock, a raging libido, and so much god-damn back pain that I just can’t stand it.

And I’m sure you’re thinking, why didn’t you just jerk off? And I tried that, honestly, I did. But either, a, I was going to end up coming on myself, so I’d have to get up to clean myself off, which would have been painful as hell, or, b, I was going to have to get up to grab something to come on, come on it, and then get back up to throw it away. And that, too, would have been hell.

Towards the end of those couple of weeks, Sharon came home and got undressed as before. And my cock strained against the bedsheets, as before. The only thing different, this time, is that she noticed.

“Oh my,” she said. “Is that standing ovation just for me?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I bet you want to fuck this pussy, don’t you?” The words were shocking, but not unheard of. Sharon generally didn’t go for dirty talk, but she would do it sometimes because she knew it made me hot.

“I would if I could.”

“Your back still hurts?”

“It’s killing me pretty bad, Sharon.”

“How about a hand-job?” she said.

“How about a blow-job?” I countered.

“How about a hand-job?” she said again.

Hey, it was better than nothing. “Please.”

She crawled onto the bed, whipped away the sheets, and wrapped her hand around my cock. She pumped it slowly, making each stroke count.

“How was work?” I asked.

“It was fine,” she said. She stopped jerking my dick for a moment, and she smiled. “I got fucked by a bunch of guys.”

“What?” I said.

She started pumping me again. “I got fucked by a bunch of guys. Because I’m such a dirty, cheating slut.” She flashed me a goofy, thousand kilowatt smile.

I smiled back. “You going to tell me a story?”

“Oh, yes, baby. Let’s see. Just before I was to go to lunch, in fact, exactly eight minutes to twelve, I had this intense urge to get a nice big cock down my throat. I didn’t want to suck a dick. I just wanted to hold my mouth open and get my pretty little face fucked.”

“Why?”

“Just because,” she said wistfully. “Does a dumb blonde bitch like me need a reason? So I rushed to my boss’s office and asked him if he could hold on a minute before going to lunch. ‘Why?’ he asked. ‘What’s the matter?’ Nothing was the matter, I told him. But could he, pretty- please, fuck my stupid slutty mouth? He would be glad to, and so he did. Just rammed it down my throat. Grabbed my hair in his fists and just shoved it in there. Pinched my nose and pulled my mouth to the base like a zipper. My mouth was just full of his big, hot cock. Oh!” She stopped, noticing that I was starting to twitch. “Don’t come yet, lover. I didn’t even get to the good part yet!”

I shuddered in anticipation.

“Sometime during my justly-deserved face-fucking, I noticed that someone was pulling off my jacket from behind me. Before I could turn around to see who was doing it, my boss grabbed the back of my head and rammed that cock back into my mouth, held it there. And while he held me there, captive and helpless, the person behind me ripped my shirt clean off.”

I could see her shirt, intact, by her night-table. This little fissure reminded me, annoyingly, that this story was, after all, a work of fiction. Perhaps sensing that she might lose me here, she started beating my meat faster and the story picked up its pace.

“The stranger dipped his hands into my bra and started fondling my tits. He was so rough with them. Twisted my hard nipples, groped at them with his nails. They were beet-red. It got me so horny, made my hairy cunt so very, very wet. And then someone in the room said, ‘let’s fuck this bitch’, and there was a chorus of agreement. That’s when I first realized that I had an audience. An audience of horny men with big fat cocks waiting to use and abuse this dirty little slut wife of yours. So they put me on the table and did just that.”

I was getting close again, and she knew it. “How many cocks?” I demanded breathlessly.

“Let’s see,” said Sharon. “There was one who put his bare, unprotected cock deep inside my pussy. My boss pulled his big schlong out of my hot mouth and forced it roughly up my tight little virgin asshole. I had one cock between my big tits, one cock in my steamy mouth, and one in each hand. How many dicks is that?”

“Six,” I said. I had been counting.

She took off her t-shirt, flashing her big, bare tits, and leaned forward with a smile. She teased the top of my prick with her little pink tongue as she continued her merciless hand-job. “The one in my mouth came first. You know why? Because I’m such a great cocksucker. He started splooging in my mouth, then pulled it back, plastering my lips and chin with his come.”

She pursed her lips together, tight-and-dry, and rubbed them on my dick head. “My boss came next. You know why? Because my ass is so tight. I bet you can’t wait to get your big dick up my dirty asshole. Don’t worry, he didn’t come in my ass; he sprayed it right on my fucking face.”

She let go of my cock for a split-second, and then brought her massive tits down on it. I got a nice six strokes of a tit-fuck. “The cock between my tits came next. Because they’re so huge and soft and lovely. He came on my chin, and it dribbled into my cleavage.”

She gave me a stroke with her left hand, then her right. “I got both of those studs in my hands to come at the same time, right on my cheeks. You know why? Because this cum-bucket knows exactly how to get what she wants, and what she wanted right then was a face full of hot sperm.”

She opened her mouth wide, and engulfed my cock, slurping it up and letting it go, slurping it up and letting it go. I wasn’t going to be able to hang on for much longer. “There was one more cock left, and that was the one in my hot, sloppy pussy. And because he was doing such a good job of ramming his dick into my cunt, and because of all that delicious cum just plastering my face and running into my hair and down my tits, I came so fucking hard. And because I was coming so fucking hard, I moaned like the stupid horny bitch nympho slut whore that I am, and because I moaned so good…” She sat up, resumed jerking my dick, now mere moments away from release, and let out an incredibly sexy moan, “… well, that big dick in my cunt started to come. In fact, he came! in! my! pussy!”

She redoubled her efforts, jerking my dick furiously and with reckless abandon. “That’s right, lover! He came inside your wife’s hot, fertile pussy. Fertile! He fucked me good and pumped all his sperm inside my cunt, without a rubber, and probably knocked me up. I can feel his baby inside me right now. And you know why I let him do that?

“Because I want to get nice and fat and pregnant! Because I wanted my tits to lactate, so you can suck on mommy’s hot milk! Because I know how you hot you find pregnant sluts! Because I want you to make me spread my legs so you can pound my swollen pussy! Because I want to get on my fucking knees and suck your dick while you stare at my big, hot belly! I let him fuck his cum up my pussy for you!”

That was it, that did it, I was coming! I grabbed her by the hair, pulled her head down, and slipped my cock between her lips. As she moaned in protest, I came in her mouth and pulled her blonde hair hard. I held my cock in her mouth afterwards for a few moments, and she suckled on it gently.

“Was that good for you, baby?” she asked.

“Good? That was great! That was incredible! Sharon, I didn’t know you had such a dirty imagination!”

“Well, it wasn’t my imagination,” she said slyly.

“If it really happened, why isn’t your shirt ripped?”

“Well, maybe it didn’t happen today,” said Sharon. “Maybe it happened a few weeks ago. Maybe I did, indeed, suck and fuck all those co-workers of mine. Or maybe it’s just a story. Either way…”

“Either way?”

“My period’s two weeks late,” she smiled.