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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.
