1. "Hey honey, guess who I ran into out shopping today?? Yeah your old roommate Mike! Yeah we got a coffee and caught up.. No he is fantastic, doing really well.. Uh hey, can I call you back?

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  3. Wooof, I bet that feels amazing!

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  4. Its all in the eyes!

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  5. I could really use some head right now..

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  6. Look at those hungry eyes..

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  7. My Wife gave me some great head last night, and I was able to hold onto her hair a lot like this.. She definitely worked her hands as well though.. Damn I want to get off again!

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  8. As it should be… I would looooooove to be in this position some day..

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  9. ON YOUR KNEES.

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  10. While sitting in a meeting at work you receive an email from your Wife titled ‘OPEN NOW.’

    Knowing its best to do as she wishes you open it immediately, only to find the only contents being this picture. You quickly click to another tab and lower your laptop lid, face flushed, turning side to side.

    Your penis starts to harden, at least it attempts to, straining against your chastity device, as you glance toward your coworkers next to you, praying no one saw your screen..

    Thankfully everyone seems equally as bored, immersed in their own devices, no one paying any regard to whoever might be speaking. You know some of them have questioned how big your Wife’s belly has gotten since the announcement, or the attention she paid to the black guest always at your barbecues.. 

    Unable to resist, you slyly open your email tab to peek at the picture again. Your Wife has gotten into the habit of reminding you who the father of your child really is.. This was just one more reminder, seeing her ample milky breasts, her filling belly and shaved pussy. Darren insisted she still take care of that. You couldn’t help but notice how happy she looked.. These reminders seemed to coincide with the discussion she insisted on having about Darren moving in during the pregnancy and birth, wanting him to contribute and be a part of the babies life.

    So far you’ve done your best to change the topic, not wanting to upset her by outright saying No. It doesn’t help that she seemed to bring it up during your nightly body worship sessions, which lately has been the only time she has allowed you touch her beautiful pregnant body. She would mention him moving in right as you finished lotioning and massaging her sexy thighs and ass, moving on to her bulging belly, your dick straining against its cage. It was undeniable, especially at this stage of arousal, that the idea didn’t turn you on in some way.

    Of course you wouldn’t risk an argument as she smiled at you, stating into her growing bosom, lusting to touch them just for a moment. Unfortunately you think your chances of preventing this from happening have all but disappeared due to your inactivity. In the past weeks the topic has gone from “What do you think about Darren moving in?” to “When Darren moved in..”

    Last night seemed to seal that fate as he showed up with a few bags. It wasn’t unusual for him to spend a few nights with your Wife, relegating you to the guest room, but he had never brought luggage before.

    However, always in denial, you suddenly became painfully aware of just how serious she was as you started moving your night items into the guest room. “Hey!” she said, “Don’t get comfortable in there. You do remember that my sister is coming to stay next week, right? You don’t expect her to sleep on the couch do you??” Mouth drying up, you realize you had forgotten that your sister-in-law was coming to assist your Wife for a few months.. Knowing you had choose your phrasing wisely at this point you ask “Where should I sleep then?” Clearly she hadn’t even considered you during this arrangement as she too took a moment to contemplate your query. Obviously not wanting to deal with the hassle of someone actively living on the couch she says “Don’t we have that old cot downstairs? Just go down there. That’s good enough for you, right?” During this whole conversation Darren had been sitting next to your Wife, stroking her hair, lowering the strap of her tank top and groping her swollen breast, rolling a fat nipple between his fingers.

    You couldn’t help but stare with jealousy, lusting after what you knew were “his tits.” She made sure to remind you of that constantly. As your penis once again attempts to stress itself out of chastity, you snap to attention diverting your eyes to your Wife’s beautiful face, clearly now unimpressed with your lack of focus. “Yes dear, of course. That is fine.” A genuine smile creeps across her face as she says “Good! I’m glad we got that figured out..” She starts moaning at the end of her sentence, clearly enjoying the nipple play.

    Apparently her swelling breasts have become incredibly sensitive and she just can’t get enough of the stimulation. Not from you of course. Catching yourself staring again you turn to head into the guest bedroom but are abruptly stopped once again. “Hey.” she says, much sterner this time. “I thought we discussed this.” Slightly taken aback you say “But.. Lindsey won’t be here for almost two weeks..”

    Seeing her face wrinkle in frustration you realize you’ve made a mistake, but before you have a chance to correct yourself she makes it abundantly clear.. “Listen, this isn’t for you to adjust into. It’s for you to accept. Do you understand?” ..”Yes Ma’am..” “Good. This isn’t temporary. Take that down stairs, and bring up some boxes. You need to pack up your closet and drawers. Once you’ve cleared out I want you to unpack Darren’s things. Have I made myself clear?”

    You can feel it, the sense of shame is a deep red on your face. Your penis has reverted from its constant struggle to a shrunken stub. Darren is just sitting back relaxing now, arms spread out on the couch back. Your Wife is slowly massaging his erection through his work out shorts, while keeping eye contact with you. Feeling like a fool, you can’t help but occasionally glance down at her naked breast, nipple still aroused. Her face is on the verge of anger and you feel like a child receiving a demeaning lecture. “Have I made myself clear??” She asks again.

    "Yes..B-but…" you stutter.. "But what??" she says in an incredulous tone.. "..What about the bathroom?" you manage to squeak out.. "Use the hall bathroom!" she responds, gesturing to the half bath behind you.. Your face flushing further you stand there dumbstruck. "And?!" she says, visibly angry at this point. "What about a when I need to shower.." At this point she laughs, angry mostly subsiding.. "You have a gym at work right? Just shower there.." 

    Lowering your head in shame you know better than to question her further, especially about the chastity device.. You know its not coming off, you just have to pray no one notices.. As you turn to take your items downstairs she says “Good, I’m glad we are on the same page, finally.. Now hurry up and move your shit while I say thank you to Darren for coming to take care of me..” You halt for a moment to watch her take his cock out from his shorts, already hard.

    "No baby" he says to her, "On your knees.." Smiling, she lowers the other strap of her tank top down exposing her flush breasts, squeezing them together for him. She slowly drops to her knees and pulls her silky red hair to one side. Taking his thick veiny cock in her petite white hand she wastes no time lowering her mouth onto it. He grunts, moaning through his teeth "That’s it slut, suck that cock.."

    You spend the next half an hour moving everything you think you’ll need down into the cold, unfinished basement. Bringing what blankets you can find you set the dusty old cot up as best you can. Its sagging on one torn corner, causing you to wonder how long it will be before you wake up on the cold cement floor.

    Coming up the stairs you finally hear Darren grunting, he has a handful of her hair in his hand as he fucks her throat, coming deep in her mouth. Finally he lets go and she quickly withdraws for air. She then spends the next few seconds sucking on his fat, sensitive cock head and she massages his spent balls, ensuring she milks the last of his load. When finished she stands up and waddles her pregnant self over to where you stand at the stairs, grabbing your face and shoving her cum coated tongue in your mouth, sharing his load..

    You don’t recoil, knowing better to just accept her ‘gift’. “Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll let you suck the next one out yourself.. Now go unpack his bags and turn down the bed, I think we will be heading there early tonight..”

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  11. He really just doesn’t want to be whipped again.. Honest..

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  12. Cold beers and a long, slow blowjob from your beautiful Wife as she struts around in new lingerie.. This is how the weekend starts..For her boyfriend.


    You, however, will be dropping the kids off at your parents, picking them up dinner, and then working on completing the seemingly endless list of chores she’s left out for you.

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  13. Now that the Wife is back to finishing up her degree I wonder if she will have any late night in the library..

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  14. It’s Friday evening, a long day after an even longer week of work. I arrive home a bit later than usual, surprised to see my Wife’s boyfriend parked in my spot..

    Parking in the street I make my way inside where I smell dinner cooking, my favorite meal I’d been looking forward to all week. She’s not in the kitchen though, so I make my way to the living room. There she is. On her knees, in front of him. Of course I hear it before I even see them. Hear the wet, sloppy sounds of my Wife blowing his thick cock, just the way he likes it.

    He notices me and makes eye contact, grunting as she sucks him off. One hand holding a bottle of my expensive craft beer, he places the free hand on the top of her head gripping her hair. “Hey, she left a list for you on the counter” he says to me, the entirety of the conversation. He focuses back on my Wife, her hair still gripped in his hand directing her, he moans through gritted teeth “That’s right baby, you suck that cock” while taking a swig of beer..

    I knew there was no reason for him to guide her mouth, she was focused and wasn’t going to bother acknowledging me right now. Reaching the counter I find my list; Yard work. Lots of it. “Didn’t I just mow?” Too bad, it’s on here, along with weed, edge, and pick up branches. I think of the neighbor kid who offered to take care of it for $25 each time. Instead, my Wife insisted if I had that money it should instead go to the new shoes she wanted. “Besides,” she said “you need the exercise!”

    I quickly head to change into yard working clothes, as I head towards the door I hear her lover say “Hey!” Looking back he’s waving an empty beer bottle at me. “Bring me another one, would you?” I redirect myself to the kitchen where I am once again enticed by the smell of food. Looking in the fridge I notice there are three beers left, I grab one and pop the top. I stop for a moment and consider taking one outside. “No, I should probably leave them, just in case..”

    As I walk back I’m greeted to the sounds of her boyfriend coming, both hands on her head helping thrust deep into her mouth. “That’s right slut, swallow all that cum..” He groans while she bobs up and down on his cock. My Wife coughs and sputters a bit, she’s always had a strong gag reflex, but she doesn’t pull off. Or he won’t let her. I hold the beer out but he’s too busy fucking my Wife’s mouth. I stand there transfixed, watching her struggle to breathe as he thrusts his cock into her throat, unable to react. Finally he lets go and she gasps, drool and cum leaking from the sides of her mouth. Her face is flush and here eyes are red, but she just smiles at him as he lays back, spent.

    He finally notices me and takes the beer, grinning as he catches me staring at my Wife. “Thanks..” He says, taking a swig. I can’t tell if he meant for the beer, or the use of my Wife.. She leans up and drapes herself over his lap, inching forward for a kiss. He turns her away kissing her cheek, avoiding her cum covered mouth. He reaches forward and grabs a hold of her ass, squeezing it and telling my Wife what a good whore she is. Of course I am straining in my chastity device, my dick begging for release after witnessing this, listening to him use my Wife and speak to her this way. She stands and begins heading toward the kitchen, but before she gets out of his reach he swings his hand forward and slaps her thonged ass, eliciting a yelp and a grin.

    Rubbing her raw bottom she greets me a hello, kissing me full on the mouth. I know better than to turn away, letting her cum flavored tongue explore my mouth and share his taste. It was not unfamiliar, and she made sure to wipe the rest of her wet mouth on my face. This marked the end of my hello as she retracts, adjusting her panties and telling me to get to work, pointing at my list. I could tell she was wet by the smell of her musky pussy. It was divine, and all I could think of was laying down on our bed, her ass and crotch grinding on my face, tasting all of her. No such luck however as she marches me out the door. It locks behind me, momentarily watching her beautiful ass strut back to the kitchen through the glass panes.

    Half an hour into the process I glance through the window and see my beautiful Wife in the kitchen, preparing dinner in nothing but her thong, bra, and a pair of heels she’s put on. What a tease! I cant wait to get inside and eat, hopefully Ill get a peek at my Wife as well.. Twenty minutes later I see them at the dinner table, eating. Its getting late and I’m thirsty, tired, and starving. I stop the mower at an opportune spot and head to the back door. Locked. I knock but they are either too busy with themselves, or are ignoring me. I take the hint and head back to finish.

    Time goes by, I finish edging and glance through the window. She’s on his lap at the table, sharing a desert. Heels slipped off, smiling and kissing. I know better than to go to the door so I strain to finish my last task; weeding. Half an hour later I call it quits knowing full well the job I did was sub par, hoping I wont pay for it later. 

    Thankfully, and slightly to my surprise, I find the door unlocked. Surprising me even further there is no sign of other life in the house. Walking into the kitchen I’m greeted with a pile of dishes, not a scrap of my favorite meal left.. On the counter where my original list sat is a new note. “Too bad you couldn’t join us, dinner was fantastic! Catch up on your chores before hand next time, start with these dishes. Mike wanted to go out for drinks, I told him you would pay. Don’t wait up!”

    Next to the note is the thong she was wearing earlier. I assume this was left as a tease, but an intelligent assessment might be that it is a subtle hint to do the laundry as well.. I pickup the panties and bring them to my face, inhaling deeply. I do so very much love the smell of her pussy, especially after her boyfriend has gotten her all worked up. I wonder to myself if its the chastity driving me crazy, or if its possible that her pussy has genuinely become sweeter after making me her cuckold and only fucking a real man..

    Still sniffing her damp panties, wishing her thick sweaty ass was hovering over my face instead, I wonder what I’m going to do for dinner. Looking for my wallet I realize what she meant by telling Mike I’d pay: It’s gone. Pizza is out, I head to the fridge. Freezer is bare, apparently my next list will be to restock. Opening the fridge yields the same results, more nothing.What stands out most though really doesn’t surprise me; Not one beer is left. Inhaling deeply from her wet panties again I think to myself, “It’s better this way..”

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  15. I’m just meeting him for coffee, I promise! Really, we will be in public, what could possibly happen??

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