Competitive By Nature

All participants represented in this work are wholly fictional, and over the age of eighteen. This work required no small amount of editing from the original I published to my patrons, so I'd like to thank my lovely alpha readers for assisting me in getting it where it needed to go for wider publication.

Throb. Throb. Throb.

I awoke to the feeling of a hard cock, throbbing inside me, pulsing its load of warm, sticky DNA into my wet hole. I basked in the feeling, feeling the semen fill me, and begin to dribble out onto the sheets, around the short, thick cock already beginning to soften in my tight vagina. Even as I lay there, I felt it withdraw, shooting one more rope against the tangled hair of my bush before withdrawing back between my legs. I came to my senses, realizing my predicament, and rolled over to slap my husband.

"Joseph! Consent! Not okay!" I interspersed each word with a smack, but he just laughed, holding up his hands in a vain attempt to defend himself. I pulled up my panties, feeling his seed dripping out of me, furious at him. My sleepwear had been dropped to my knees, my tank top hiked above my breasts, still full and swollen with milk.

"Come on Michaela! How long has it been since we had sex? Didn't you have fun?" He grasped my wrists, preventing me from continuing to smack him, only releasing me when I managed to tousle his long black hair, getting his bangs in his eyes. He continued to laugh nonetheless, like it was some great prank to fuck your wife while she's asleep.

"We said not without protection, and not until I say!" I rolled away from him, rearranging my tits, and walking directly to the master bathroom to clean up the cum leaking from my freshly-fucked pussy.

"Don't act like you don't want another baby, I could feel how wet you were!" He grinned at my back, luxuriating in his post-orgasmic satisfaction. "Maybe we can make a Joe the Third this time, instead of naming it after your Dad." I turned and pointed at him, shaking my finger with venom.

"Still not okay! You're an asshole!" I stripped my sleepwear and stepped into the shower, satisfied despite my protestations.

He didn't know it, but Joe had just given me exactly what I wanted. I knew he couldn't resist my vulnerable pussy forever, and had been pointedly sleeping in just my laciest panties and cami for almost a week. I turned on a hot shower, and focused on trying to excise his sperm from my slit.

Since our son, Michael, was born a mere five months ago, I had been using postpartum fatigue to avoid my wifely duties, and lose as much baby weight as I possibly could. I caressed myself up and down, feeling a few stretch marks on my belly, but also the tight abs beneath them. My ass and thighs retained most of the fat, jiggling in a pleasant way against the warmth of the shower. My breasts were still producing ample milk for Michael, which took me from a 34C to a 34D over my pregnancy, something Joe had appreciated.

"Don't forget, we're hosting the game today! You've got like, two hours." Joe called from the walk-in closet, not even bothering to wash the scent of my birth canal from his cock. I rolled my eyes, like I could ever forget 'the big game' after he'd badgered me about it all month.

I ignored him, and started to prepare my body, shaving my legs, trimming my bush back to a tasteful triangle on my pubic mound, pointing downwards towards my tight mommy hole. I heard Joe running the house while I took care of myself, dressing, hustling out in the kitchen, preparing Michael's bottle, and chatting inanely with his son. I smiled sadly to myself: for all his faults, Joe was a good father, part of why I had chosen to stay with him. It almost made me regret cuckolding him in his own home.

Almost.

I finished my skincare routine, and stepped out, drying myself and heading to the walk-in.

It's important to get this right

. I thought to myself as I browsed my selection, running my hands down my smooth legs as I selected my garments for the day.

First: my panties, soft and black with thick straps and no lace. More importantly, an integrated dildo, ridged and ribbed, but thin, designed to hold sperm inside and give cum a place to funnel rather than to stretch and pleasure my hole. I slid it up inside me, moaning despite the relatively small size, enough to rile me up for the day ahead. I paired it with a set of tight black lululemon leggings, and a matching strappy sports bra as a faux tank top. The leggings weren't prepared for my ass, and the bra was a little too small for my new bust size, but I figured they would only enhance the seductive effect I desired. Finally, I snagged my phone, seeing several missed texts light up the screen.

Thinking about you...

My uncle, Ray.

Can't wait to see you today, excited for the game?

Michael, my father, and my son's namesake.

Yep, super pumped!

My brother, Alan, in reference to my reconfirmation that he would be at our house today.

I smiled to myself, and sent them all the same response, before sliding my phone into the tight slit of the pocket on my form-fitting pants. It buzzed several times with their replies.

My question:

Do you want to make another baby?

I didn't bother checking, their answers were always going to be an enthusiastic

Yes!

An hour and a half later, people started to show up. The spread Joe had ordered was extensive, and very unhealthy, but typical for his fun-loving attitude. We'd invited a few dozen people, but with friends, significant others, and a smattering of kids, we maxed out at almost 50 people who said they'd be attending.

Cars were parked all the way down our quiet suburban street, but luckily most of our neighbors were in attendance (hopefully avoiding an HOA warning). My husband had set up TVs on the back porch, the kitchen, and the living room, all tuned to the same football game.

To be honest, I didn't really have good context for what made this particular football important, or why so many people (men in my life in particular) were so dedicated to watching it. I took the opportunity to see my friends and family, but made a mental note to look up the rules of the game before little Michael was old enough to express interest.

I was standing in the kitchen, sipping wine (my favorite aspect of not being pregnant) and chatting with a neighbor, when Ray arrived. He strode into the kitchen, broad shouldered, with greying brown hair and sharp blue eyes.

He was unfortunately followed by his wife, sauntering in after him with all the air of an uptight bitch. I wrinkled my nose, I didn't know he was bringing her. We didn't usually see eye to eye - I think she could somehow sense my lust for her husband, and she was younger than me by a couple years at 25, a trophy wife for Ray at half his age. I excused myself from hearing about how X from down the street was breaking Y homeowners code with their bushes, and went to greet my uncle.

"Ray! Thanks so much for coming!" I set my nearly-empty glass down and embraced him, feeling his arms close around me, and my breasts pressing against his chest through my activewear. "Oh, and you brought Nicole! Lovely to see you too." I shot a barbed look over at her, her short blonde hair in a tight bun at the back of her head, her figure petite, shorter than my by a head and without my figure, lord knows how she convinced Ray to marry her. I admit, the sundress she was wearing highlighted her figure well, but that didn't make her less of a born narc.

"Heya kiddo, good to see you too." Ray replied, holding me close for perhaps a moment longer than strictly appropriate, I could tell he was thinking about my earlier text by the hard length pressing against the inside of his pants.

"Oh Michaela, you look great!" Nicole stated, almost dragging me off her husband to look me up and down, "You've got nearly all the baby weight off already!". A verbal backhand to my face, stinging me after all the hours spent in the gym. I reached out and rubbed her arm gently and smiled, putting all the venom I could muster into appearing the very picture of a polite hostess.

"I actually wish I kept a little more, men love having a little more to hold onto..." I flicked my eyes up and down her body. She looked great, but was bordering on too skinny, and she knew it. She smiled, and withdrew a little bit.

"I simply must have something to drink, we're only a few minutes away from kickoff!" Nicole bustled off into the crowd around us, all preoccupied with food and drink. I spotted Joe heading towards the living room, and caught his arm.

"Could you make sure there's enough cans in the cooler on the porch? I'm going to check on Michael." He nodded in a distracted way, and pushed out into the party. I turned back to my uncle, and caught his hand. "Do you want to meet him? We're keeping him away from the crowd for germs, but if you sanitize you can come into the nursery." Ray nodded with excitement.

"I'd love to!" He said, casting around, probably for Nicole. I began pulling him towards the nursery, away from the majority of the others, who were gathering around screens to watch the kickoff of the big game.

"Just family," I gave him a small smile, "I love Nicole, but want to expose Michael as little as possible." He acquiesced, and followed me to the nursery door. I nabbed the key from my rear pocket, and fumbled with the lock. We'd made sure to lock it just to avoid any accidental exposures.

I felt Ray's hand touch the small of my back, just for an instant, but the electricity made me clench down around the dildo still fully immersed in my vagina. I got the door open, and ushered him inside, casting about to make sure nobody was focused on us. I followed him after confirming that fact, and locked the door behind us.

The nursery was painted a gender-neutral yellow, with a crib, toy chest, rocking chair, changing table, full-length mirror, and a few other odds and ends for storage.

"So, where's my son?" He asked, craning his neck to look into the crib and finding it empty.

"Oh, he's with grandma, they're using Joe's office in the basement for a play-date." I said, moving closer to him, slowly pushing him back against the wall opposite the door, and reached up to cup the back of his head. "It's not like your wife needs to know that, but it gives us a few minutes." He hesitated, aware of my body pressing into him. I could feel his cock slowly hardening in his pants, pressing against my leggings.

"I... Are you sure..?" He asked, with some trepidation. I pulled him in for a kiss, tasting his mouth, our tongues meeting one another in incestuous union. Breaking our kiss, I stared up into his eyes, and dropped the bombshell.

"Joe fucked me today, bareback." His eyes widened, and I felt his hands grasp my waist, the right one traveling further down to cup my asscheek. "I tried to get his cum out, but I'm not sure I did," Ray started to peel my leggings off, taking my underwear with them, slowly sliding the dildo out of my vaginal canal, leaving me feeling empty, but sopping wet. "I need a better tool to make sure my next baby is-"

He kissed me again, and suddenly we were both stripping, skin-to-skin contact becoming the most important thing for both of us. Ray grabbed my hips and lifted me bodily, letting me wrap my legs around him, and aligning his penis with my vagina. My breasts flopped in his face as I felt him start to penetrate me, his cock much bigger than the dildo that had recently evacuated the space, stretching me out as he entered my sopping slit, making me moan with pleasure.

"-Mine!" He grunted, finishing my sentence as he slammed up inside me, pressing his full length up into my willing mommy hole. He started to use me, to thrust in and out of me like a fleshlight, my shapely body pleasing him like he hadn't been pleased since the last time we fucked, shortly before my delivery.

"The male penis

*AH!*

is designed to remove other semen from the vagina." I recited. I knew this sort of thing turned him on, the prospect of fucking a married woman while he was a married man, particularly his Niece. "B-breeding is more likely to occur for the second male..." I gasped, feeling him latch his mouth around my left nipple, while continuing to fuck my slit. Milk began to flow for him as his lips, tongue, and light nibbles stimulated my glands. "Fuck me in my husband's house, make another baby behind his back!" I could feel him drinking my fluids, and felt him increase his pace, frantically pounding my body as he passed the point of no return.

I ran my fingers through his hair, and clapped a hand across my own mouth to avoid screaming out in pleasure. His cock started to throb deep inside me, spraying rope after rope of cum up into my belly. His long, thick manhood pressed up into my tightness, and he grasped my ass hard enough to bruise, holding me helpless in the air as he spurted genetic material into my womb and drank my sweet lactation straight from my nipple.

"Yesss! Give me another baby! Make me pregnant!" I whispered hoarsely, extracting a few more spurts of his seed, milking him with my muscles.

"Fuck, you're so much better than Nicole..." He gasped, releasing my breast, milk dripping down his chin, withdrawing his cock from my pussy. I could feel his cum start to drip out of me, and looking down, spotted more behind his glans, perhaps Joe's, perhaps just excess arousal from me, but one thing was certain, I didn't intend to let it go to waste. I kissed him again, deeply, then licked my own milk from his chin and neck, tasting my sweet, thick fluid.

"She's such a bitch, I don't know why you married her..." I dismounted and found my pants, pressing the dildo back up inside my newly lubricated and filled vagina. My uncle watched me curiously.

"What's that for? Also, it's not like you were available to be my wife..." I pulled my leggings on, and found my bra sitting on the rocking chair. I wiped my nipple with a nearby kleenex before putting it back on, trying in vain to avoid milk-staining yet another garment.

"It's to make sure the right man gets me pregnant, obviously." I leaned over and grasped his penis, stroking it gently, then bringing it to my lips, tasting our shared copulation. I cleaned him off with my mouth, feeling another pulse of cum twitching out of his tip, eliciting a moan from my uncle. "I really want my next one to look like you too..." My belly felt full again, I was well on my way.

"Do you want to go again?" His cock throbbed and bounced in front of me, tantalizing me to say

'Yes!'

, to spend the whole party fucking, but I shook my head.

"We need to get back, there's no way we won't be noticed if we miss the whole first half!" I admonished. Ray snorted in response, but started to pull his pants back on, getting himself reorganized. I preened myself in the mirror, making sure there were no telltale dribbles visible on my leggings.

"We're probably not even a minute into the first quarter..." He sidled up behind me, and licked the side of my neck, all the way up to nibbling my ear. I moaned, and pressed my ass back against him, wanting him back inside me, feeling the lust in his pants as well. I turned back to him and kissed him deeply, breaking it only as we heard a rap on the door.

"How long

is

this game? A

minute

? I thought it was just two halves!" I strode to the door, double-checking to make sure that we were presentable. I unlocked and opened it, unsurprised to see Nicole, clearly agitated to see me alone with her husband.

"What are you guys doing?!" She exclaimed, an accusatory note creeping into her voice as Ray joined me in the door. I could feel my uncle's saliva drying on my neck and ear, and his cum pooling against the plug in my vagina.

"Just meeting Baby Michael." Ray stated matter of factly, as though it were the most normal thing in the world. After all, who would question that at a family gathering?

"Sorry Nicole, didn't mean to sneak off on you!" I smiled at her with some satisfaction, the taste of her husband's penis, and dregs of the seed it spurted still in my mouth. She narrowed her eyes at me, but didn't object, she knew it wasn't worth accusing me of anything unless Ray backed her up.

"No big deal, I just couldn't find you guys..." Nicole said, stepping back from the door. I was about to fire back something snarky, something vindictive, or both, but Joe arrived, saving her from another barbed comment.

"Everything okay? You guys are missing a great drive!" He exclaimed. Suddenly Ray was all business (or rather, sports) and joined my husband in walking back to the living room, animatedly discussing downs and coaches, quarterbacks and balls. I gave Nicole another sweet smile, and joined her in the hallway.

"You'd better get back, those wings aren't going to eat themselves!" I leaned in, whispering into her ear, "Maybe a little meat will help your dead bedroom..." I patted her on the back, as if twisting the dagger of self-doubt and self-consciousness into her, leaving her open-mouthed and furious in my wake as I rejoined the party.

It didn't take long for my next target to enter the picture. I refreshed my glass, and stood behind the couch adjacent to the door to Joe and my room, eyes glazed over as I watched large, bulky men hit each other on the TV. The friends and neighbors around me exclaimed, oohed and ahhed as indecipherable action took place. As I felt the alcohol start to go to my head, I realized that I really didn't have any idea of what was going on.

I felt someone creep up behind me, their penis pressing between my soft, athleisure-cushioned asscheeks. I turned my head, expecting Joe, but seeing my brother Alan, instead. He laughed at my surprise, and lifted me off my feet in a bear hug, swinging me around and spilling my wine. I swatted at him and admonished him for the dark red droplets hitting my floor.

"Hey! You're spilling my drink you asshole!" He dropped me back to the floor, even as others around us also laughed and/or tittered at the interaction.

"Hey Sis, you're the one who didn't put it down." He held up his hands in a slightly mocking, slightly mollifying gesture, his shock of brown hair framing his innocent blue eyes. I scrambled for napkins, trying to avoid a runaway carpet stain. Another woman joined me on my knees, and I looked up.

"Oh, hey Tess, are you still with this loser?" I gestured towards Alan with some amount of venom, but the sandy-haired girl just laughed.

"Even better than 'with' him, we finally set a date for the wedding!" I stifled a grimace. They were only nineteen, a full eight years my junior, yet had already gotten engaged the year before. It looked like they were on a collision course for a young marriage before they'd even had a chance to experience the world. Tess was a nice girl, with a good rack and wide hips, she could do so much better than my brother.

"I'm so happy for you two! I expect a 'save the date' for the fridge!" Tess snapped up towards Alan and glared.

"Someone was supposed to bring a stack of them today, but 'forgot'..." Alan shrugged his shoulders in a pointedly innocent way. I could tell he was still erect, and gave him a meaningful look:

get it in check or you'll blow our cover

. With most of the wine soaked up, Tess climbed to her feet, and grabbed his elbow.

"Now if you're done bothering her, we have beer pong to win!" She dragged him towards the back patio, where Joe had set up a long table for the game. Alan gave me a look of longing, and gave a 'one minute' gesture, letting me know he'd be back. I sighed, those two weren't destined for success...