This story is told from the perspective of Rose, one of the women I impregnated during my many adventures. This is a true story that took place after I had knocked her up and she had given birth to a child that she now raises with her husband. Yes, he knows he is not the father, but he loves and treats the child like his own regardless. He is a very good man, a good husband, and a good father.
Rose asked me to make this one of my stories as she felt it was such an exciting experience. She recounted the details so I could shape them into a story. Naturally, I changed names and details to protect identities. Most of the story is true, with some added details for embellishment and entertainment. Please enjoy!
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It was a night like any other. The kiddos were all in bed, so it was time for my husband and me to relax downstairs. He turned on some video games while I watched YouTube and messaged my bull. It has been two years, and I still cannot believe how much my life has changed. Before, I could never imagine being with someone not Eddie. Now, my bull basically owns me body and soul.
He tells me to bend over, and I send him a pic or video right away. He tells me to get naked in the car, and I send him a pic of my tits out. This story is no different.
While Eddie gamed, I wondered whether I should get another tattoo. I asked my bull if he thought it would affect my ability to breastfeed, and as I hit send, I was reminded how much of a cuck my husband is because of the next words out of his mouth: “I want you to give someone a foot job and then make me lick the cum off your feet.”
I stopped, looked at him, and laughed. To be clear, this is not uncommon. Eddie will regularly just blurt out little cuckold desires he has. I responded by rubbing his cock through his pants with my feet and reminded him to be careful because my bull does have a foot fetish. I felt his cock twitch at those words, which amused me, but I once again went back to texting my bull.
Naturally, I told him what Ed had said, and the immediate response I got back was that my bull loved how cucky my husband was and that he really wanted to fuck the two of us together. I sighed at the sexy possibility. Eddie has told me to peg him before, but we haven’t had a chance to yet. He also wants to be “forced” to suck another man’s dick, but we only have one person in mind, and sadly my bull lives in another state.
I could see Eddie still had a stiffy, so I took a photo and sent it to my bull. Next came a set of instructions that surprised me but made me smile. I responded with a single message: “Yes, Daddy.”
I grabbed Eddie’s cock through his pants, and I immediately felt him stiffen even more. I looked into his eyes and told him, “You’re my husband. No matter what, I love you, and (I gave slow strokes in tandem with my hand motions and emphasized every word as I said) I love this cock.”
Then, just as I was told to do by my daddy, I leaned into his ear and whispered, “Now treat me like you’re not snipped. Treat me like I’m a woman in heat and you’re a man possessed. Remind me why I chose you to be mine!”
He looked at me, breathed heavily, and suggested we get ready for bed. It was getting late, so I felt he wasn’t wrong. I put on a nightie and went and lay in bed. Then Eddie walked in, naked, and quickly and quietly removed my panties. I was surprised because he said we were going to bed, but I was also elated. Damn right I am getting some dick tonight.
He started licking my pussy, and I remembered to cover my mouth. I glanced over at the crib. The baby my bull had put inside me was sleeping soundly. We had to be quiet. Or as quiet as one can be while getting eaten out.
I moaned softly as my husband worshipped me. He wasn’t as good as my bull, but he was still decent. I felt myself getting wetter and more sensitive with each lick and kiss. He kept going until I was dripping, and then he got on top of me.
I felt Eddie’s cock at my entrance, and I sighed as my husband entered my sopping love tunnel. Eddie is not as big as my bull, but he is still average, and he can still please me. That is one thing I was very happy about after seeing my bull and falling in love with him. He never ruined sex with my husband.
Eddie has always been a solid lover, and he never fails to get me off. It just isn’t as intense as when I am with daddy. But that’s ok.
He drove himself into me. I smiled and kissed him. He was thrusting so needily I could tell he wasn’t going to last long. He didn’t. I heard him grunt and felt him push deep as he came. No cum, though. That was annoying, as that is my favorite feeling. I love the sensation of being creampied.
He held himself there for a minute to catch his breath, which was good because I hadn’t gotten to cum yet. So, I started to squeeze my pussy around him to remind him that we aren’t done yet. Sure enough, his cock came back to life inside me, and we started round two.
Eddie may not be as intense as my bull, but he recovers quickly. That is what I mean about him being a solid lover. Ever since he got snipped, his libido exploded, and now, we go 2-3 rounds every time we fuck, always in rapid succession.
This time, his thrusts were more controlled, and he pounded me for longer. I loved the feeling. And with his renewed vigor after just cumming, he was able to last much longer. Soon enough, I felt my own orgasm building right as Eddie found the perfect angle. I couldn’t hold it, and I held him tight as my first orgasm rocked me.
With my pussy clenching on him, he couldn’t last anymore, and I felt him throb and pulse. I moaned in victory as his second orgasm of the night overtook him, and I got to claim my prize. Might not be any swimmers in the load sitting in me, but that is ok. If I end up having another baby, the only man allowed to do it is my bull.
Eddie didn’t waste any time. He started thrusting again, and with my pussy still sensitive, I quickly came again myself. I could feel how messy I was. Cum was leaking out of me, his and mine. He moaned, and I could tell he was having another dry orgasm.
We were both tired and sensitive, but Eddie grabbed me and whispered, “As a man possessed, Rose. You asked for this. I’m gonna remind you who knocked you up two times with Irish twins!” (Yes, I conceived two boys with my husband one after the other before he got fixed).
I grabbed him tight, and he started pounding me again. He was a man possessed, and I was a woman in heat. I was so feral and sensitive I forgot to stay quiet, and my moans got louder and louder.
I could hear how soaked I was as Eddie fucked me. I was so sensitive that I couldn’t help it, and I came for the third time that night, “ughhhhhhhhhh goddddddd Eddie fuck me!!!”
That was all it took, and he buried himself into me again and deposited a second and final creampie. Then he collapsed on me and started breathing heavily.
Breaking out of my haze, I remembered the baby and quickly looked over in case we woke him, but no. Little Tyke was still snoozing, unaware of the sluttiness his parents were getting into.
Slowly, Eddie pulled out his softening cock and lay next to me. I could feel everything leaking out. Our bed was soaked, and I was going to have a bunch of messy sheets to change in the morning. Eddie leaned over and kissed me.
“I love you, Rose. So much, babe.”
“I love you too, Eddie. My perfect hubby.”
As he got up to go to the restroom before bed, I quickly messaged my bull and told him what his little instructions had caused.
I had a feeling, though; this is exactly what he had intended. The thought made me smile. Even when he can’t fuck me, my bull is over here trying to make my sex life be so, so, so good.
One day, I will need to thank daddy for that. Who knows? Maybe I will come home with another baby for Eddie to raise. After all, kids need siblings close in age. Don’t they?
As I drifted off to sleep in a glorious post-coital haze, a message lit up my phone. It was from my bull and only said four words: “Good girl! Love you!”
