Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

Book Themes:

Cuckolding, Breeding, Impregnating Creampies, Oral Sex, and Simultaneous Orgasm

Word Count:

5,680

When the end of the workday came, my mind was still buzzing with the events of the day. Not the deals that’d make me more money at my business, not the talk I had to have with my secretary.

But of how I’d fucked my neighbor's wife twice already that day, dumped two thick loads of cum into her cunt with the intent of knocking her up.

Oh, and that I was due for one more visit with her that night.

First there was the matter of dinner with my wife and kids however, but as I pulled into the driveway I noticed a certain lack of something. The noise of children.

I got out of my car and headed to the front door with just a momentary look in the direction of Marisa and Oliver’s place. I have to admit, I wasn’t too surprised to see Marisa looking down at me from her window expectantly before disappearing inside.

It brought a grin to my face as I headed on into my own home.

“I’m home honey,” I called out. “Where’s the kids?” I was already loosening my tie and getting ready to unwind and get changed.

“They’ve gone to my mom’s place,” she said from the kitchen. I couldn’t see her, but the food she was cooking smelled divine. Honestly, she was always a good cook, but hadn’t been putting as much effort into it lately. With the kids being a handful, I didn’t hold that against her, but it was a nice surprise regardless.

An even nicer surprise when she came out of the kitchen in nothing more than a white apron. Her dark hair was pulled back and she was wearing flattering makeup, her pale curves mostly hidden but still seductive.

She smiled at me with all the vigor in the world, like she hadn’t looked at me in so long.

My wife was no officially declared beauty queen like the one next door, but she was in my books. That’s not just love speaking, she was quite the looker, and had I not nabbed her up I’m sure she would’ve had her pick of rich and successful men.

I let loose a whistle at her appearance as he tugged my tie free and undid the collar of my shirt.

“Damn, I knew I was gonna like what you had for me, but I didn’t expect it this much,” I said with a cheeky grin, walking up to her slowly as he stripped off my blazer.

She kissed me with such warmth, and I couldn’t help but feel that maybe this hook-up with the woman next door hadn’t done something to re-ignite my wife’s desires as well. Certainly she hadn’t touched my cheek in just that way since the honeymoon period wore off.

Sure, we were still in love, and still quite affectionate, even after the kids.

I hadn’t even noticed that spark of desire had been missing in her gaze until I caught a glimpse of it then and there.

“I’m making your favourite,” she cooed, “but it won’t be for another hour or so.”

I reached a hand up and cupped one of her breasts through that apron, and it might not have been as firm as the beauty queen Marisa’s next door, but it was bigger, and oh so delightfully soft to squeeze and touch.

“Another hour, huh?” I remarked, brow raised as I looked around coyly. “What’ll we do for a whole hour, hun? Kids aren’t even around,” I adopted a smug little grin as I looked her over, and without even realizing it I was licking my lips. As great as it was fucking the woman next door, having my wife know about and getting so turned on by it only made it sweeter.

“Mhm,” she purred, thrusting her breast into my hand, her nipple stiffening so enticingly.

“Well,” she cooed, fingers working my buttons through the holes casually as her wide eyes went up to mine, her long, dark hair trailing down her back.

“I know we agreed you’d fuck her three times a day. But I thought, maybe...”

For a second I was worried she’d ask me to skip the third trip, and leave Marisa wanting. Instead, what she said absolutely shocked me.

“Maybe I could get you ready.”

I couldn’t help but grin at her. My wife. The little minx. My dick was already getting stiff between us.

“Well your resume checks out,” I remarked, letting her work open my clothes so familiarly. “You’ve had no trouble gettin’ me nice and hard before. Even got two kids to testify to that fact,” I remarked, slowly pulling her apron away from her breast so I could fondle that pale, soft flesh of her breast more fully.