Lauren looked down at her phone to see an incoming phone call her husband Mike, and sighed in frustration. She had been so close to cumming when her husband interrupted her, but she lost her orgasm when her phone vibrated. She picked up the phone.
“Hey baby, I’m trying to get my work done so I can get home at 5 tonight.”
“You better get home at 5; we have work to do honey.”
“I know, don’t worry. But I need to drop off some documents at home at some point this afternoon, but I can’t take the time off to do it. Will offered to drop by with the documents, so you should expect him in 15 minutes or so.”
“You can’t bring them home with you when you come home?”
“No, I can’t. I’m sorry to do this, but—” Lauren hung up the phone in frustration. What was her husband thinking? She barely knew his boss Will; they’d met once at the company Christmas party. But more importantly, why was her husband being such an insensitive ass on what was supposed to be the most important day of their lives? Mike and Lauren had been trying to have kids for six months now with no success, so Lauren’s doctor suggested she take a day off of work on one of her ovulating days and spend the day visualizing the mindblowing sex that would create a child inside her. This was that day: Lauren was home from work, wearing the lingerie that Mike had bought so many Valentine’s Days ago. She had been playing with herself visualizing sex with Mike, although truth be told the vibrator she was using did a much better job of pleasing her than her husband did.
She tried to play with herself some more to achieve the orgasm her husband’s call had denied her, but she was interrupted by a knock at the door. “Damn it,” she swore, cursing herself for losing track of time and her husband for putting her in this situation. She threw on a bathrobe and went to the door. She opened the door to find Will with a document file in his hand.
“Hey Lauren! Mike wanted me to drop this off. Can I come in?”
Lauren really wanted to say no: after all, she was in a bathrobe and lingerie, dressed for her husband not her husband’s boss. But not wanting to be rude, she let him in.
Will dropped the documents on the counter and turned to face Lauren. “I’m sorry about that, I would have called but I don’t have your number. Mike said he was going to call and warn you. Did I interrupt your shower?”
Lauren blushed, but responded “Yeah, Mike called me but I didn’t realize how quick you’d be.” She said nothing about what she’d been doing when Will came to the door: if Will thought she was showering she’d let him think that.
Not knowing what else to talk about, Lauren asked Will how his wife Becky was doing: Lauren had met Becky at the Christmas party as well. As soon as Lauren asked, she noticed that Will wasn’t wearing a wedding ring on his ring finger, and regretted asking the question. “Becky and I divorced a few months ago,” replied Will somewhat wistfully. “Oh I’m so sorry,” responded Lauren. “Don’t be sorry,” sighed Will, “these things happen.”
Lauren laughed. “These things happen” is exactly what Mike had said to her whenever Lauren expressed sadness about her latest negative pregnancy test. She had heard enough “these things happen” to last her a lifetime.
“Is something funny?” asked Will, thinking that Lauren was being awfully rude for laughing at his misfortune.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed. It’s just that when you said that you reminded me of”— she almost said “my husband” before realizing that she shouldn’t—“never mind.” “What happened with you and Becky?” asked Lauren, to change the subject.
“I didn’t want kids, she did. I told her that she should have told me that before we got married, but that didn’t stop her from leaving.”
Lauren frowned. Now Will was starting to sound like Mike; Mike had been reluctant to have kids (and judging from the lousy efforts he put into sex, he was still reluctant). “Why do men have to be that way,” complained Lauren, “they say they love sex but then they don’t want to have sex that could actually lead to something.”
Will looked at her skeptically. “You sound like you’re speaking from personal experience. Does Mike not want kids?” Normally, Lauren wouldn’t have answered such an invasive question. But her frustration with her husband was reaching its peak. “He says he does, but I have my doubts.”
Will gave a wry smile: he would have to tease Mike about his wife’s frustrations when he got back to work. But he got a better idea. He stood up in front of Lauren and looked down at her, and when she looked right back at him he knew his idea was a good one. He reached out, grabbed the drawstring on Lauren’s bathrobe, and with one motion undid her robe and dropped it to the floor, leaving her in her lingerie. Before he got the chance to drink in the view of her underwear-clad body, he bent down and kissed her full on the lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth until she responded with her tongue. Coming to her senses, Lauren pushed Will away from her.
“We aren’t going to do this,” Lauren told Will. Will responded by turning Laura around so that she was facing the counter, reaching his hand down her panties and whispering in her ear, “We’re only going to do exactly what you want to do. But don’t lie to me: you really expect me to believe that you were in the shower? Your body wasn’t wet, but I could smell how wet your pussy was.” Will slid a finger into Lauren’s wet pussy, pulled it out and slid the finger into Lauren’s mouth.
Lauren licked her juices off Will’s finger but responded “I was playing with myself so that I’d be wet for my husband. You’re not my husband.”
Will laughed. “Thank God I’m not Mike,” he said, “I don’t know how I could go through life if I was such a loser. But we don’t have to worry about him: I gave him so much work that he won’t be home until 5 at least.” Lauren was shocked: “You planned this? You bastard, giving my husband work so that you could come over to his house and fool around with his wife on his bed. You’re the worst.”
“I never said anything about fucking you on his bed,” responded Will with a smile. “No,” said Lauren, who was thoroughly enjoying being such a tease, “but I did.” She turned back around and kissed Will as hard as she could, stroking his growing cock through his pants. She was pleasantly surprised: Will wasn’t fully hard yet but he’d already grown to be bigger than Mike at his hardest. But before she could figure out just how big Will was, Will picked her up and carried her up the stairs to her bedroom.
When Will put Lauren on her bed, he went to get on top of her. But Lauren flipped him onto his back and straddled him instead, grinding her crotch into his. Will could feel how warm and wet she was: her pussy juices were already starting to soak into his pants. She pulled his pants off as he took off his shirt. Will took off her bra to reveal a wonderful pair of tits. He sucked on her left breast as she continued grinding on his cock, which was now fully hard and sliding along her pussy lips.
As good as it felt to have Will’s cock pressed up against her, Lauren was hoping to avoid actually fucking Will: she could clean up after sucking Will off, but all the cleanup in the world couldn’t remove the smell of latex from her fucked pussy (or re-tighten a pussy that Will had stretched out only hours earlier). She kissed down Will’s body before taking his engorged cock in her mouth. She managed to get Will’s cock only halfway down her throat before her gag reflex kicked in: she went to try a second time but Will stopped her with his hand. “I don’t want you to suck it,” instructed Will, “I want you to lick it.” She started licking his cock from the tip to the base right above his balls. She noticed that whenever her tongue approached Will’s balls, Will would lean back more so that her tongue would ‘accidentally’ brush his balls. Deciding to be blunt, she told Will “I’m not a ball-licker, and you didn’t ask me to lick your balls.”
Will decided that she had a point: he hadn’t asked her to lick his balls. So he ordered her to, and forced her head down under his balls so that she could only lick his balls. “That’s it Lauren, lick my fucking balls. Give me what you’ve never given that limpdick husband of yours.” Lauren was inwardly squealing with pleasure at Will’s dominance: finally, here was a man who gave her orders instead of waiting for her instructions. She didn’t mind licking his balls if that was what he wanted. But what Will wanted next shocked her: he grabbed the back of her head and lifted his legs back further, pushing her tongue below his balls. At first she was unsure of what he wanted until he ordered her to lick his asshole. Wanting to please him, she gave his ass a few tentative licks. Will wanted more, and pushed her head further into his ass: “Bury your tongue in there Lauren. I want your tongue as deep as it will go.” Lauren complied, and was rewarded by Will putting his cock back in her mouth.
“I’m cumming Lauren, take my load in your cheating mouth.” Lauren had trouble swallowing all of Will’s cum: he came so much more than Mike ever had. Lauren briefly wondered whether Mike’s small loads were responsible for their inability to conceive, but brushed the thought aside. She put her head on Will’s shoulder and gave him a kiss.
“Don’t call me a cheater, everyone knows blowjobs aren’t cheating.”
Will rolled his eyes. “Yes Lauren, I’m sure Mike won’t mind at all when you kiss him with a tongue that’s just been in his boss’ ass and a mouthful of his boss’ cum.”
Lauren giggled. “Well anyways, thanks for that. I’m grateful you didn’t put all that cum in my pussy or I’d be pregnant for sure right now. I can’t believe you don’t want kids, you seem like you could make them really easily.”
“Why the obsession with kids? Are you and Mike trying to make some?”
“Yeah, but it isn’t going too well. Tonight is my most fertile night, I’m trying to warm myself up for him. I guess Mike should thank you for warming me up for him.”
Will said nothing. Instead, he kissed Lauren and got on top of her. He took off her panties and started licking her clit, gently at first and then in more of a circle. He slid his tongue deep into her pussy, but could tell she was already soaking wet and needed his cock way more than she needed his tongue. He moved back up to her mouth, kissing her as he put his cock at the entrance to her pussy.
“We shouldn’t fuck, Will. Mike will be home soon.”
“Let him come home. Let him watch his wife being taken by a better man than him. Let him watch his boss dominate his cheating wife.”
“You don’t understand. You could knock me up.” Lauren reached for the condom drawer, but realized that Mike had used the last of the condoms many months ago when they started trying for a baby.
“I told you about what happened with Becky: I didn’t want to knock her up. I’ll cum where you want me to cum.”
Lauren was quickly running out of reasons not to fuck Will, and his massive cock pressing against her entrance was making her want him all the more. “Fine,” she told Will, “fuck me good you big stud.” With that, Will slid his cock deep inside Lauren, going inside her deeper with one stroke than Mike had ever gone. Lauren was grateful that she had been masturbating before Will came over: Will was really stretching her pussy. Will started picking up the pace, lifting Lauren’s legs onto his shoulders so he could watch his cock bottom out inside her. Every time Will pulled his cock out, he saw Lauren’s juices covering his cock with a satisfying sheen. Will found the stroke that Lauren seemed to like the most and repeated it until Lauren started losing control. She was so close to cumming: “That’s it Lauren, cum on my big cock. I want to feel your cheating cunt squeeze my cock as you cum.”
Lauren started cumming, and her pussy’s contractions brought Will to the brink of orgasm as well. Will looked into Lauren’s eyes and said, “I’m gonna cum, Lauren. If you keep squeezing me I’m gonna cum inside you.” But Lauren could barely hear him: she grabbed Will tightly to finish her orgasm, and as she did Will started spurting ropes of his potent cum into her fertile womb.
After a few seconds, Lauren and Will came down from their climaxes; as Will pulled out of Lauren he saw his cum pouring out of her well-fucked pussy. As Lauren’s orgasm subsided, she realized what Will had just done, what she had just done. She punched Will’s chest with her fist. “You bastard! I told you not to cum inside me!”
“No Lauren, you told me to cum inside you. When I told you I was cumming you wrapped yourself around me and pulled my cock up to your cervix. There’s only one place I can cum if you put my cock right there.”
“Well it sucks that you don’t want kids, because I think you just made one.”
Will put his hand on Lauren’s cheek. He kissed her and whispered in her ear, “I told you I didn’t want kids with Becky: she’s not a very maternal woman. I would be perfectly happy to make a child with you. The person you should be mad at is your husband: it’s his fault you weren’t satisfied, and it’s his fault you weren’t pregnant yet. Not only did I give him his job, which he’ll need to support the child I just put inside you, but I had to come over and knock his wife up for him. He really isn’t much of a man at all, and you should be happy he’s not fathering your child.”
Lauren was shocked to hear Will talk like this, but she didn’t disagree with anything that he said. Instead, her mind turned to how she was going to hide what Will had just done from her husband. She was lucky that her husband looked enough like Will for nobody to tell the difference in her child, but her thoughts were more immediate: how would she ever get what felt like a gallon of Will’s cum out of her thoroughly stretched pussy? But before she could figure out a solution, she heard the front door of the house open: her husband was home
“HIDE!” she hissed at Will, throwing him his clothes. Will grabbed his clothes and hid in the closet. “UP HERE, HONEY,” she called down to her husband. Panicking, she grabbed her vibrator and started using it on her pussy, although with how hard Will had just made her cum it barely registered.
Mike came through the bedroom door looking thoroughly exhausted. “Boy Will sure is a slave-driver: I could barely finish all of that work he gave me. Why is his car still out front?”
Panicking, Lauren thought up a lie, “I gave him some money and had him walk to the liquor store to get us some wine for tonight. I thought it would help put us in the mood, although as you can see I already am.”
Mike seemed unconcerned (“How gullible can you be, you poor fool,” thought Lauren). “Well I’d love to give you this big hard cock right now but I’m absolutely starving. Is there dinner downstairs?”
For what felt like the tenth time that day, Lauren grew angry at her husband’s selfishness. Here she was preparing herself for her husband and all her husband wanted was for her to be a domestic wife who’d make him dinner? If Mike was half the man Will was he would have fucked her as soon as he walked in. Lauren got an idea for how to show both Mike and Will what sort of man Mike was. “Dammit Mike, you’re not going downstairs until you satisfy me. Now if you can’t get it up, fine. Use your tongue. But think of my needs for once.” Lauren walked over to her husband, grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled him onto the bed with his head between her legs. She knew the smell of Will’s cum was overpowering, and her pussy was stretched and dripping Will’s load, but she didn’t care.
Apparently Mike didn’t care either: he started eating Will’s cum out of her pussy like it was no big deal. The truth was that Mike was so taken aback by his wife’s sudden forcefulness that he hadn’t noticed her freshly-fucked pussy or the huge river of his boss’ cum that was running out of it. As Mike ate his boss’ cum out of his wife’s pussy, Lauren looked at where Will was hiding in the closet and gave him a smirk as if to say “yeah that’s right, I’m making my husband eat your cum out of my pussy.”
But as Mike got over his shock, he started to notice what he hadn’t before. “Why does your pussy taste so different?” he asked his wife. Lauren already had a lie ready for that question, “I’ve been playing with myself all day, I’m really wet. It’s so hot to see my juices all over your face.” She emphasized the word “my” so that Will could see her husband with his boss’ cum all over his face. After Mike had swallowed all of Will’s cum that had left Lauren’s pussy, Lauren pushed Mike’s head to the side and closed her legs.
“You want dinner, Mike? Go downstairs and make yourself dinner,” instructed Lauren. She didn’t tell her husband that she had cum from his oral attention: not from the oral sex itself but from the knowledge that Mike had eaten Will’s cum out of her while Will watched from the closet. She didn’t want Mike to think that he had made her cum, but she would certainly thank Will when her husband went downstairs.
Mike went downstairs even more frustrated than when he came home: why was his wife acting so strange? Little did he know that as soon as he left the bedroom, his boss came out of the closet and started kissing his wife. Knowing that they had only thirty minutes or so, Will and Lauren said nothing: Will simply slipped his raging erection back into Lauren. As they fucked again, they whispered to each other so that Mike couldn’t hear from downstairs, “God damn your husband is even dumber than I thought. I felt a little guilty cuckolding him before but now that I know what your relationship is like my only regret is that we didn’t do this sooner.”
Will pulled out of her long enough to slide a pillow under Lauren’s ass. “Why the pillow?”
“Becky always told me that putting a pillow under your ass helps ensure conception.”
“Oh so you do want to make a baby with me?”
“I want more than that: I want to own your fucking womb. I want to hold you down and breed you. I want to give you the baby you want while your husband is downstairs.”
“Fuuuuck that’s hot.” Lauren was on the verge of cumming again, she wanted to hurry up and squeeze another load out of Will’s cock. Will was clearly thinking the same thing, as he started fucking her harder until they both came again. Reluctantly, Will put on his clothes, kissed Lauren goodbye, and snuck out the back door. He drove to the liquor store and thought about what had just happened.
Back at the house, Mike finished his dinner and came back upstairs to the bedroom. Lauren was waiting for him at the door: she grabbed him tightly, kissed him tightly, and whispered in his ear “I’m sorry I was irritable earlier, I just really wanted you to eat my pussy. I still do.” She pushed Mike onto the bed and straddled his face. Once again, what felt like liters of Will’s cum pouring into her husband’s mouth. And once again, her husband seemed not to notice than another man’s cum was getting all over his face. While her husband was eating her pussy, the doorbell rang.
“Dammit,” said Lauren as she got off her husband’s face. She put her robe back on and walked downstairs. As she did, Mike called out, “Wait!” She turned around, “What?” “Are you really going downstairs to see Will in just your robe? You’re not even wearing underwear!”
“Don’t be jealous, it’s just your boss,” teased Lauren. Reluctantly, Mike followed her downstairs.
Will had let himself in and was sitting at the table with a bottle of wine that he had already poured into three glasses. He handed one glass to Mike and one to Lauren, and said “To the happy couple! May they achieve all their goals!” Winking at Laura, Will drank his wine. “But I’ve already stayed long enough: I’ll leave you two alone now!” Will left the house, texting Laura as he did so.
Laura looked down at the new message on her phone and smiled: “Congrats on the new baby. P.S. I pissed in Mike’s wine.”
