Cuckold | Cheating | Breeding

He wasn’t new to this. He already bred three other women in town, without their husbands being any wiser. There was a trick to it, he needed to look something like the woman’s husband. At least for now.

Mrs. Marley opened the door. Mid-thirties, bottle blonde, with a body that had begun to change. Her hips have widened with the years, hips, and made her small chest.

Keeping himself from licking his lips, he took a deep breath, before explaining that he was there to do an inspection for the HOA. “We’ve had some complaints, you see.” He added with an apologetic shrug.

She chattered on for some time while he offered sympathetic nods and grunts.

“No youngins?” He asked looking up from his clipboard.

“None yet, we’ve been trying but…” she trailed off as she looked out the window.

Stepping behind her, he offered in a low voice, “I’m sorry to hear that. My ex-wife had the opposite problem, too fertile, in fact. She ended up popping out too many kids who acted just like me, to keep me around.”

Turning around, Mrs. Marley’s eyes lit up with an idea. “How….how many times did you need to lay with your wife for her to become pregnant?” she asked cautiously.

“Ex-wife.” He corrected, before continuing with a laugh, “Only once.”

She locked eyes with me and stepped closer. “This may be a weird request, but — ” He didn’t let her finish, instead dropping his clipboard on the kitchen table, taking one step towards her, and kissed her.

“I’m sorry. I’ve wanted to do that since I locked eyes on you.” Holding her face in his hands, he looked deeply into her eyes, “Would you like for me to stop?”

She shook her head slowly no, as he leaned in to kiss her again, slower this time. This time, his hands explored her body. The slim shoulders, her small chest, the wide hips, and that ass that just won’t stop.

He couldn’t take it anymore, shoving her against the window to her backyard, he began to kiss her neck.

“Someone may see,” she said as his hand found the waistband of her leggings. He slid his hand to her mound, as she pressed against him.

“Is that a problem?” he asked, circling her clit, causing her to sharply breathed in.

“No.” She moaned. She must really want this, if she’s willing to risk her happy suburban home for some stranger’s semen.

“Then let them see.” he said definitively as he grabbed a handful of her hair and kissed her again, still slowly circling her clit.

Knocking up someone else’s wife always gave him more pleasure than an orgasm ever could. There was something about owning a woman that belonged to another man. Plus, there was no child support this way. Who would publically admit that their wife used another man to knock them up, because their husband couldn’t.

Letting go of her hair, he slid a hand past her collar, cupping a small breast and running a thumb across her nipple. Her gasp brushed his lips, as she gave into her desires and began to moan as she returned his kiss.

Gently, he kissed down her neck, until he got to her glorious breasts. No longer quite perky, but not quite a MILF. Her nipples stood tall, hard and begging for his kiss.

“How do you want to fuck me when you get me pregnant?” She asked, unsure if there is a trick to this. There isn’t. In the worst-case scenario, he’d have to make a second house call.

“Bend over the table.” He said, standing back to watch her bend over and tentatively pull down her leggings. His cock stood hard in his hand by the time she looked coyly back at him.

He bit his lip, as he slid two fingers inside of her. She was so wet. Satisfied, he ran the head of his cock across the length of her pussy, before softly rubbing her clit with the head of his dick.

Slowly, he experienced the sensation of sliding inside of her, making sure to savor each delicious inch. She melted in his hands, arching her back, begging him to go deeper.

He obliged.

Slowly, he began to thrust. Short and painfully slow to begin with, allowing her time to mold herself to him. Longer and deeper strokes soon occurred. Her ass slapped against him with each push, an ocean of small waves.

Their scent filled the air, as he reached around to find her clit as he shook the small kitchen table. Slowly he began to circle the nub, and began to tap in time to him slamming into her. She whimpered, and pushed aginst him.

“More, please.” She begged as she grabbed the edges of the table.

“Any more and you’ll be pregnant.”

“Please,” was all that he needed to hear. His balls tightened as he angled as far into her as possible, holding her down by the head as he shot his thick, creamy shots inside of her.

He slapped her on the ass, before placing his business card on the table. “Thank you, Mrs. Marley. I think our business today is finished. Please feel free to give me a call if you have any complaints in the future.”