Pregnancy

The following article entitled 'Knocking her up' is a blog from 'A guide for Bull's with a cuckold couple' by Jim Lee.


Knocking her up

Got your attention, didn't I?

Knocking her up. Getting her pregnant. Whatever you want 

to call it, one thing is certain:  

If you're fucking someone 

else's wife it CAN happen. 

We all dance around the subject.  After all it's the couple's responsibility for birth control. So we avoid the subject, thinking it will be a total buzz kill. 

But guess what? I've dealt with a lot of couples in my time, and you may be wrong about that.

Some couples get off on the FANTASY of it. 

Before I go any further, did you get that? It's the FANTASY of the idea that it could happen 

I've read stories of couples in the cuckold lifestyle who deliberately conceive a child using the Bull as a surrogate father, but I tend not to believe them. I have also never met a couple that deliberately did or would do that.

It's the fantasy of the POSSIBILITY that it could happen. Fantasizing about getting pregnant can be HOT. Why wouldn't it? Making babies is what sex is all about. For some people the possibility of impregnation can be intensely arousing.

Look at it from the wife's point of view. Her husband has become less exciting in bed. Now she's been sexually reawakened by an attractive man, and willing to do most anything to please him. She's having sexual thoughts she hasn't had since she first got married. She is also willing to push things for her new lover and have great sex with him, including having sex during times which may coincide with her ovulation (especially if her lover is persuasive).

The husband sees it much the same. He has watched his wife become sexually awakened by another man. He has seen her do more and more with this man over time, and it turns him on. He also recognizes that his wife could end up giving this man not only her body, but perhaps even go so far as letting him give her a baby. This is not an uncommon fantasy, and many couples refer to this as the "ultimate gift". 

But for you, the Bull, this fantasy has an equally powerful appeal. You see, it gives you a way to exercise control over the wife and rise to a challenge that I enjoy immensely. It's called "Pregnancy Risk Fucking".

Ovulation normally is the 10th day after a woman starts her period. But for some it can be a few days either way. When a woman is ovulating, and for a day or two before, she is the HORNIEST she will be all month. Many women will tell you that they think about sex constantly during this time, and some even stay "wet" for that day or two. It's a physiological reaction. Their body wants them to fuck. They need sperm! 

Now, women aren't stupid. A wife knows that she's most likely to conceive during this time. So she may insist on condom use. After all, she's thinking with her head (at first). 

But a smart Bull recognizes this as a time of weakness. He sees it as a challenge and a way to get the hottest, wettest fuck possible from the wife.

It's not as tough as it seems either. First you make plans to see her on "the day", or the day before. You make sure she's had a drink or two (or three). When it's time for sex and she mentions a condom, you gladly place one on the nightstand. 

But during foreplay you drag things out to make sure that she is EXTRA aroused, taking your time to work her over completely. Soon she will be  writhing beneath you. Push her thighs apart and kneel between them. Lean over and suck on her breasts. Slowly, deliberately let the tip of your hard cock bump against the opening of her pussy, allowing it to drag over her clit. Reach down and rub the tip up and down her wet slit... slowly... rythmically...

At some point she will raise her hips and take you inside. Don't speak. Let her go into a trance of pleasure as she rocks back and forth beneath you. Let her body set the pace. She knows the danger but she'll be unable to stop. Her body is responding. Her mind is no longer in charge. Enjoy the power you have over her.

When the orgasms approach ask her if she wants you to cum inside. She'll say "yes". They always say "yes" (but afterward you can tell her that it was HER idea!)

She needs you to ejaculate inside. Her body craves it. Her husband even wants you to do it. So let go and flood her fertile pussy with your sperm. 

She will explode when your cock does, and the condom will be sitting on the bedside table. Pregnancy risk fucking. It's hot!

....with a cream pie for dessert !!! (by Dale)

The story continues from 'Dinner with our Bull....'

As we hovered uncertainly outside the building where Ian worked, you can imagine how I was chomping at the bit for some action, after so many months talking about this. This was our second date with Ian. I had just spent the past five hours watching this young stud teasing and seducing my wife, to the point of attracting a certain amount of attention from other tables. In fact one couple briefly joined us and quizzed us as to what we were all about !!  This really fired me up as we now seemed to be acknowledge in the bar as the sexy naughty threesome.

So, as you can imagine, I was well relieved that Sarah agreed to go up to his office. I knew she hadn't wanted it this way, but sometimes you have to live in the moment and take experiences as they are offered. And besides the thought of sex in a deserted office late at night was a somewhat kinky thought.

Ian slipped the key into the door and we tentatively followed him to the lift. Upstairs in his dark office, I excused myself to nip to the bathroom. Returning moments later I discovered that Ian and Sarah had not wasted any time, and were already locked in a passionate embrace. No more long teasing from Ian; she had finally managed to break him.

I couldn't resist this tempting scene, so came up behind Sarah and gently stroked her bare shoulders and squeezed her breasts as they kissed. Not a patient man, I then pulled down the straps of her skimpy top so that she was standing in her lacy bra.  It wasn't long before I had Sarah naked in front of Ian except for her hold up stockings, a pool of clothes on the floor whilst the boys were still fully clothed. (I was later in the dog house for this, as being undressed is something she likes her new lover to do, and had complained about this with our Jerry encounter too - when will I learn !!!)

Sarah was very nervous and asked what to do next.  She didn't have long to wait. Ian produced his cock from his suit trousers and instructed her to suck him. No more invitation than that was needed; she was immediately down on her knees as Ian rested against the wall, his cock to her lips. This was a scene he had outlined numerous times in many months of sexting, so I knew his fantasy was being met too. She was a very hungry girl and was showing him all the techniques that we had practiced together for his enjoyment. In fact she was so enthusiastic that he had to tell her to slow down until she achieved his desired pace. Keen for his balls to also receive some attention, Ian asked her to lick them too. The naughty little minx later told me she managed to get both his balls in her mouth at the same time. Lucky Ian !!  I remind her not to neglect the area behind his sac, so she immediately tickled him with her tongue then gently bit his skin which he loved. He was very impressed with her technique, and in uncharacteristic Bull behaviour gushed "thank you, oh thank" over and over again as he enjoyed the experienced. On the way home she commented that Ian had a large, perfectly shaped cock and was very similar to mine, but she will have to get used to the foreskin.

By this stage Sarah was begging Ian to fuck her.  Shocking news though. He told us he had no condoms. I guess he really did believe Sarah was holding out for a first time in a hotel at a leisurely pace, so had not come prepared. 

Sarah's pussy was on fire by now and needed attention. She asked to be licked. By this stage Ian and I were undressed too. He instructed her to sit on his chair by his desk, at the back of the room (where we now know is where he does all his sexting to us from). Then it was his turn to kneel on the floor, he began to lick her freshly shaven mound. He seemed to be enjoying himself judging by the purring noises he was making as he enthusiastically rubbed his face in her fertile pussy.

After another lengthy blow job, Ian sat on his chair and gently pulled Sarah onto his naked lap and protectively wrapped his arms around her as he embraced her with loving kisses. She straddled him now, and his hard cock was dangerously close to her wet and hungry hole. We had recently discussed fluid bonding and agreed that this was what we all eventually wanted. But with no condoms a more immediate decision was needed. As is often the case in these dilemmas we threw caution to the wind and enjoyed the exciting taboo. Ian was extremely concerned that we were both ok with this and confirmed with me several times before he took hold of his member and dipped it in Sarah's dripping slit. When she felt this, Sarah pushed down hard taking his full long naked cock into her hungry pussy. This was the first time a bare cock, other than mine, has entered her since we have been together. What a huge turn on this was for all of us!

And so the fucking began; straddled in the chair, from behind over his desk, but my personal favourite - watching Sarah on the floor with Ian on top of her. I loved watching Ian pinning her to the floor, working hard at pumping his massive tool deep into her womb.  Sarah's legs were raised high and wrapped around his lean muscularly back. I thoroughly enjoyed seeing this stud's firm youthful ass taking my wife .

He was showing her a great time, and in no rush to cum.  Ian was loving and kind during the act; it was as though the dominant, game-playing Bull from the text messages had gone, and a caring lover had appeared using gentle touches, passionate kisses and endearments such as 'darling'. He was no longer bossy and controlling, and ceased using his special name for her.  

Finally they could wait no more. He positioned Sarah over his desk (clearly his favourite position) and started to ram into her, pumping hard and vigourous.  Sarah screamed from time to time as he was so big, which earlier in the evening made him slow down. However,  he was well and truly gone by now, so Sarah just had to take it.   He pulled Sarah by the hips to get deeper into her, with the odd stoke of her swaying breasts, until he exploded his load deep into her waiting womb.  

We had calculated that Sarah was at her most fertile time, so her body was crying out for this man's seed.  He did not disappoint and left a gorgeous cream pie in my wonderful wife.  

Unlike our threesome with Jerry, I had backed off considerably with Ian, being much more of an observer. Having allowed plenty of space to enjoy their love-making, it was now my turn. I asked Sarah to lie on the floor again, which she obediently did - she knew the deal !!  As she spread her legs I had a full view of her swollen pussy lips. And then to my delight I saw a cute dollop of Ian's cum slowly dribbling  out. Well I was right in there licking it up like the good husband I am.  What a wonder taste the combination of their juices that I spent a considerable time cleaning every drop that I could from her.  What a wonderful dessert that was.......

Ian and I have discussed our shared fantasy of breeding Sarah so the fact that she was fertile really got us excited.  Unfortunately as we live in the real world Sarah went to the chemist's yesterday for the morning after pill (although we read this is only 84% effective so I live in hope as I think they would make a beautiful baby...)

Dinner with our Bull....

Our priority for the past five weeks was to consummate the new arrangement with Ian. However, true to form, as as we discovered last summer, he is like nailing jelly to a wall to get a date. If he were anyone else we would, not only have given up, but concluded that he wasn't particularly interested. However, for the past nine months since Dale started to communicate with him on line, we have got to know his habits and understand how he thinks. So he marches to a different beat to us, but we believe what he has to offer is worth the frustration he causes us.

We have though concluded that we won't be seeing him as often as we'd like, so we will not wait around being faithful. But when he is available we will enjoy him to the max!

Eventually we pinned him down to a Friday night, but said he could meet us but only for a few hours. So the understanding was that we would just be having a drink on the basis that he would have to shoot off early. He apparently had an early train to catch as he was going home to his parents for the weekend. He did suggest that there may be time for a little action, but I firmly put my foot down. I told him I needed him to take his time with me and did not like sex to be a rush. What I didn't say to him was that if giving me a few hours was the best he could do in the space of five weeks, then that wasn't good enough. If he wanted me badly enough he would have to make time.

So I went into London to meet my husband and my lover after work, but with the view it wasn't not going to be consummated this time. There had been a text message chain for much of the week along the lines of how he was going to try to finger me under the table, and he had selected a City bar that he felt would be drunken and crowded, so that hanky panky would go unnoticed. Dale and I arrived early and were lucky enough to find a booth tucked out of the way.

Ian arrived, still wearing his suit, but having removed his tie. He kissed me politely on the cheek, as before, but unlike the first meeting, sat down next to me instead of opposite. Dale was on my other side.

Like last time, I did not fancy him, but was entranced by his hypnotic seduction techniques. He touched my thigh, held my hand, but did not kiss me. The chemistry was  intense, and we were inches from kissing, but he teasingly made no move. I told him that I would not be kissing him first because I was fed up with having to chase him. This was definately one for him. He said that I loved the chase games. I told him I hated the way he made me do that, he simply replied that he loved how feisty I was.

I pulled his white shirt out of his trousers and explored his lean muscular torso with my hand. I stroked my hand across his firm pecs, then homed in on his nipples. A glazed looked came his eyes and he started breathing faster. Now he will kiss me I thought. 'You're trouble, you are' he breathed. I lost this game too. I asked Dale tell him I wanted him to kiss me, as I couldn't stand it any more. 

Ian obliged. He slowly touched my hair, then my neck, then kissed my ear. I was screaming inside for his mouth on mine, then just as he put his lips to mine, when I thought I couldn't take the agony any more, he move his lips away in a tease. I leant forward to get closer to his kisses, and he continued the seductive tease of passionate kisses and withdrawing. Sometimes I could kill this guy!

I knew I had got him going though, so there were a few points for me. And Ian stayed much longer than he had intended.

But after dinner and sharing five bottles of wine between the three of us, my judgement was not at its best. I asked Dale to tell him I wanted to consummate it that night. I was frustrated. Ian had teased me, got me on a knife edge, but I felt we were no further ahead. We didn't know when we would see him again, and I didn't fancy another round of 'I'll get back to you ASAP'. In fact I've had a lifetime of ASAPs from Ian. The relationship has gone on for over nine months now, it took us eight months to actually meet him, and I'd had enough. If we never saw him him again, I at the very least wanted a fuck from him; so that at least it's not all been in vain!

We left the bar. The implication was that Ian was going home as he had to get up early. I was feeling drunk, upset and confused as to where it was all going. We passed the door to his office building, and he suggested we come in. So it was now or never I thought. Tacky to be finally consummating the relationship with our Bull in his office.  But I needed this. And the dicking around had gone on for too long. Besides the thought of being bent over his desk.....

Read on for Dale's account of late night fun in Ian's darkened office 'with a cream pie for desert....'