A Weekend Getaway Pt. II - Sex Stories

A Weekend Getaway Pt. II

... last time you do.” I could feel the nearness, the urgency in my balls. I really wanted to bust a nut inside of my beautiful slut of a wife. I didn’t withdraw, but I stopped pumping her pussy. Hard as it was to stop fucking my wife, coming inside of her now was not worth the threat of never being able to do so again. I rested my head between her breasts. “I know how much you want to come inside me, angel,” she said stroking the back of my head. “But this weekend really is all about me being bred by other men, not you. Isn’t that what you want?” It was. More than anything I wanted to watch another man, or even several men, fuck my wife and fill her with their seed. And so I reluctantly pulled out of my wife’s pussy. As I sat back in my seat, Laura pulled her skirt down. Then she leaned over and began to clean my cock. “I know you want to fuck me and fill me, my love,” she said softly. “I planned all this for you. But if I’m going to let another man fill me up and plant his seed in me so you can watch his child grow inside me, which I know turns your on just to think about it, then you can’t come inside of me,” she explained. I knew she was right. “And just so you know, I’m ripe for breeding right now, if you get my drift.” I did, and that made me even hornier. At some point during this weekend, my wife was going to conceive by another man. She was going to allow herself to be bred by a stranger and let his child grow inside of her, all because it my deepest most desired ...

... fantasy. This weekend was a dream come true, and I was willing to be cuckolded to realize it. “I’ll eat you, let you cum in my ass if you want to,” my wife promised. “I was going to make you go all weekend without coming at all inside me. But I know you need to come inside of me, so fill my ass,” she smiled. “I know you want to.” I was about to take her up on her offer of letting me violate her back door when Brandt suddenly announced that we had arrived at our destination. Brandt had driven us out to local dive. It was full, and the air smelled, well, delicious. Neon lights flashed in windows advertising several beers. The music was loud and the lights were low. Except for the lack of a dance floor, I would have thought we were walking into a honky-tonk. “Grab a seat anywhere,” said a perky waitress as we entered. “Someone will be right with you.” We looked around and saw a table in the back corner near the kitchen doors. As we sat down another young lady came over and handed us all a menu, introduced herself as Angie and took our drink order. We looked over the menu and selected our meals and Angie returned with our drinks. We gave her our orders and she headed off to the kitchen. I watched her full, firm ass as she walked away. “Would you like to tap that ass?” my wife asked. “Or would you rather tap mine?” That go my attention. “You know the answer to that,” I told her. It had been quite a while time since she’d let me fuck her ass. Just thinking about the opportunity to fuck my ...