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A Submissive Housewife

... faster and now I could see why it felt like a jackhammer when he invaded my pussy. I felt sorry for Cyndi, but knowing how good it would feel for her the next time I smiled and told her I know it hurts now but the next time you will be in heaven, our master is a real wizard under the sheets. Ken kept pumping her for about 15 minutes before her body decided it was time for her first organism from being fucked. Knowing Ken, I figure that he must have dumped at least a full cup of cum inside her. At that point I left and went to bed in Cyndi's room. The next morning I went into Ken's room. They were both still asl**p. Cyndi had her arms around her dad and her head on his chest. I left to start breakfast, and found David already in the kitchen. He said mom can I play with your tits while you fix breakfast? I said master in training, you do not have to ask to play with me it is your right to do so. Yes he said but I don't want to do anything that might hurt your baby. I said my tits won't have much to do with the baby until I start giving milk. He got a strange look on his face and said how and why would you have milk? I told him that that’s what tits were for, when a baby is almost ready to be born, tits start making milk to feed the c***d. A baby instinctively knows how to suck the nipples to get the milk out. It is the best food for a baby until the baby is big enough to start eating real food. David thought for a moment and said may I try to suck your tits? I said yes until ...

... your dad and Cyndi come down, but it is still way too early for them to start making milk. It will be several months yet before they start. Then you can get a taste of the milk before the baby is born. A few minutes later, Ken came into the kitchen carrying Cyndi. He said that she was so sore that she could not walk. He sat her in her chair and she smiled, saying mom you were right, it did hurt a lot, but then after you left, master and I talked for a while and then he fucked me again. It still hurt some, but then we did it again about midnight, and this time there was no pain. Our master really is a wizard under the sheets. She looked at Ken and said I love you, and I want you to fuck me every night until I get pregnant. After breakfast, Ken told Cyndi and David to get ready to go to the tutor, and he would drop them off on his way to the office. While they were gone, he looked at me and said, my love, you seem to be out of sorts this morning. What is wrong? Nothing that I have a right to complain about, I answered. You have the right to talk to me about anything, so tell me. Master I said slaves do not have a right to disagree with a master. Kent then said; yes you're my slave, but you are still my wife and you have the right to tell me when something is bothering you, so tell me. If you say so my loving husband/master. I am not complaining about you fucking Cyndi last night, but where you did it. It seems to me that you should have taken her in her own room, and not in mine ...