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I'm 34 years old, and my husband and I have been married for 10 years. We both always wanted kids, but his sperm count was low. We agreed to do IVF when we turned 30. But I got impatient. When I was 28, there was this guy in our neighborhood, about ten years younger than us. Really hot, and he seemed into me. So we started having an affair. He was young, but so much more fun than my husband in bed. I'd let him do things I never let my husband do, including anal (which my husband said my ass was made for). It was a fun romp, but I ended up pregnant. Feeling guilty, I confessed to my husband. I didn't want him to have to raise another man's child if he didn't want to. Instead, he was totally okay with it. He said he'd love to watch next time. About two years later, wanting another kid, my husband suggested instead of invitro, we go out and find a guy for me to hook up with, and he'd watch us have sex. We wouldn't use protection, to increase my chances of getting pregnant, and every night I"d bring home a different guy. My husband would hide in the closet and watch us have sex. We'd do this every night until I had a positive pregnancy test. We repeated this again when we were 32, and now that we're 34 we're about to do it again. But I feel a bit guilty, and feel that there's something wrong with it. I mean I don't tell them that I'm on birth control, and they don't use a condom so they know it's a possibility. They're all just one night stands, but still it feels wrong knowing that they'll never know they have offspring out there. Part of me feels like there's nothing wrong with it. I mean it's their choice not to use protection. But part of me feels like they have a right to know.
I am so turned on by the thought of being hugely pregnant. I am a female and never want kids, but thinking about watching my belly grow so big and round is my number one turn on.
I am 14 and pregnant but I don't know who the father is . My bf dosent know I've cheated many times . I want to abort it pls give me advic what should I do
I like imagining I'm pregnant. hugely pregnant.
for some reason. I've always been embarrassed by the idea of getting pregnant- and that turns me on. I love anything that makes me feel humiliated. when you're pregnant, everyone knows you've slept with someone, your breasts get noticeably bigger, you get hornier.. but the weird thing is..
the hottest thing about it to me is the belly. the idea of having a huge pregnant belly get in the way of daily tasks and draw attention to me is humiliating. it's make me feel like a big walking balloon. it makes me so horny thinking about it, though. the thought of trying on shirts that are too small for me.. having trouble getting them over my belly... strangers wanting to rub my tummy.. not being able to see my toes.. being so big that it's hard to move..
mm..
it's especially hot to imagine it, since I'm still a teen and I'd be looked down on for it. I'd be seen as a slut.
I'm so ashamed to like this.
seriously, what is wrong with me?
I lied to my boyfriend that I was pregnant so that he wouldn't leave me. And now, after 2 years, I still don't have the guts to confess it to him and I feel guilty as fuck.
I moved to a city in the Midwest, I am male, 23 years old. Had no girlfriend and no prospects. I made friends with the woman in the next apartment, who I actually thought was a guy until I talked to her. She is a lesbian and what I would call (and she does too) a bull dyke. She dresses as a guy usually, sometimes binds her tits, has short masculine hair, tattoos, and brings incredible looking girls to her apartment for the night or weekend of very noisy sex and what must be some hitting, slapping, and general dominance over them. We get along really well,, hanging out, talking sports, going to bars, sometimes even hanging around one of our apartments for an evening of drinking and bullshit stories.
In the drunken talk I admitted that when I was 14 to 16 I'd had sex with four grown men during that time. Sometimes being the bottom and sometimes the top. I preferred the top, but didn't mind either. I got a girlfriend at 16 and realized I could do without dick but not mouth, ass and pussy. She said the same was true for her. She realized I hadn't been laid in over a year and brought me into her apartment and made her girlfriend of the weekend let me fuck her. The beautiful lesbian was really pissed about doing it, kicking and screaming which moved her pussy around more and I shot a big load up her pierced twat. Later she made the girl suck me off, and the next morning my friend told me to come back over and had the girl tied up spread eagle and told me to get some ass. I did. The lesbian kept screaming that I was raping her and my neighbor Carl (real name Elizabeth) slapped her a few times in the mouth and she shut up. I found it all pretty kinky really, a lesbian dyke watching me cum in her very beautiful lipstick lesbian girl. She would make her take my cum from her pussy and from her asshole and stick it directly into her mouth and swallow it all., in front of both of us.
This was repeated a few times the same girl a few times, then another. Time passed and we were both going through a dry spell, and in hanging out one evening, she asked if we could have sex . . . as friends. Not get involved but rather like a couple of guys hanging out and just helping each other out. We started just jacking each other off, her using her hand on my cock and I used my two fingers and thumb jacking off he biggest clit I'd seen in person. It stuck out of her outer lips about an inch. I'd seen pictures of bigger ones, but not in person. I eventually sucked her clit and gave her many orgasms. I would bob my head up and down like I was sucking a cock. She would talk to me like she was another guy and I was sucking her dick. Eventually she started taking off all her clothes and letting me suck her tits and once while fingering her and sucking her nipples, she laid over on her belly and told me to fuck her like I would another guy. So I fucked her up her asshole and it was really good. She didn't get off, just laid there breathing heavily, and stroking her clit. After I shot off she came using her fingers and hand on herself. She would sometimes bring over her strap on dildo and fuck me. We did almost everything we could but her pussy was out of bounds for anything by my hand and fingers. She could take my whole hand up her cunt.
So we were having a homosexual relationship though we were male and female. After a couple of months of fucking like two gay guys I was buttfucking her, and put my hand over her mouth, and shifted my weight to hold her still. I pulled my cock out of her ass and jammed my 9 inches straight into her pussy. She started screaming and yelling through my hand over her mouth, trying to shake me off, but I got her pussy fully anyway. I hadn't cum in about a week before that and I shoot a big load anyway. This one was massive, she was leaking my sperm out of her big pussy. Afterward she just laid there with my cock growing soft inside her and I realized she was crying. I tried to make light of it, and she wasn't having any of it. My cock slipped out, and she got up and used my underpants to wipe off the cum and try to get it out of her pussy. She didn't even cover up, just picked up her clothes and walked toward the door.
Throwing her clothes at me she said "I don't want the clothes from when I was raped by you". Then I realized that I had indeed raped my best friend. Raped a guy, but really a girl. Why couldn't I just stay fucking and cumming in her mouth and asshole, they were great, why did I need to fuck her pussy too? She left naked and went down the hall the short walk to her apartment. We avoided each other for a while, she didn't have any visitors at all. In the meantime I met a super hot girl, both body and face. We were fucking pretty regularly. One time when she was over and naked on the couch giving me a blowjob, Carl came to the door. Only it was Elizabeth this time. She was in a dress, full boobs without binding, a bit longer hair in a feminine style, even wearing make up. In front of my girlfriend she said very loudly "The day you raped me, You got me pregnant. What are you going to do about it?" I was stunned, my girlfriend got up, gathered her clothes and pulled on her tight, slinky dress, without undies on, sticking her bra, stockings and panties in her purse, she left saying that we obviously had things to work out.
To my surprise, and I mean really a surprise I was actually attracted to Elizabeth as a girl. She came in, and even told me I could fuck her again, anytime I wanted. In a few weeks her lease was up and we took both of our apartments and went into a two bedroom unit, one for us and one for the baby. I do miss having sex with her manly self, and she definitely misses young, beautiful women being between her legs, but I told her anytime she wants she can do that, with or without me. So now her tits are filling up, she's in the stage where she is horny as hell and she wants to get married before the baby comes. I do cum in her mouth, her pussy or her ass, anytime I want. She is still a very horny person, I think after the baby and she's done nursing she'll start bringing over some lesbians again. I hope so. I feel the need to rape one again.
I (21F) & my boyfriend (25M) have been having issues regarding deciding when to start trying for children. I’m unable to work, I’m disabled. I have scoliosis, fibromyalgia, an inverted pelvis, hip dysplasia, along with a longer list of mental issues. The older I get, the worse physically I will get. I’ve carried lots of self hate issues that tend to leave me feeling unneeded. All I’ve wanted my whole life is to be a mom. Because just moved into a one bedroom apartment & also have a cat to take care of. However, with the government assistance I receive my expenses would be greatly reduced, especially since we aren’t married yet. I’m just so unsure of if I should feel guilty like I do for all of this.
I have an IUD, but lately I've gotten into the habit of telling guys I'm not on birth control just for the fun of it. It started as a way to get them to complain less about condoms. Then one time I let a guy take the condom off. I made him think I could easily get pregnant and he said he would pull out but he didn't. When he told me he was coming in me, naturally I didn't bother to resist because I knew I was protected so I let him finish with a smile. I may have even opened my legs a little wider for him. When he got all nervous, I promised him that if I got pregnant I'd have his baby and give it up for adoption and he'd never have to worry bout it. He got sooo hard, sooo quick after I said that. It was the first time I ever had a guy fuck me twice in a row. Literally less than 5 minutes between. The effect it had on him made me excited. It felt good to have such a crazy effect on a guy.
So the next time I was about to have an anonymous hookup I let the guy think I could get pregnant and I let him go bareback. I kept enticing him... I kept asking him if it would feel better if he didn't have to pull out, if he was going to be a naughty boy and shoot inside me, I told him how much I wished I could feel him come in me, that it was too bad he had to pull out and I said all those things with an inviting smile. It worked. He couldn't resist. It was so much fun to see the look on his face. I seriously think guys come harder when they think they're going to knock me up. Except I don't think this guy believed me when I told him that I would never come asking for child support because he asked me to leave real fast.
The last time I had a hookup neither of us mentioned a condom or birth control at first. Once we got really into it I told him as cute as I could, "I'm not on birth control but I won't mind if you want to try and get me pregnant. I promise never to bother you with the responsibility unless you want it. I believe it's a woman's duty to pleasure a man and accept whatever consequences come of it." He didn't believe me and I scared him but after I reassured him he was really excited and into it. He told me it was the most intense sex of his life and he's been calling me to hookup again. I haven't yet. Tbh I don't really believe in those things I told him and I don't think it will be the same the second time with the same guy.
I have two concerns. Is it wrong to lie to strangers about being fertile when I am perfectly safe with an IUD? I feel a little guilty about the last guy because he's so excited by it but at same time it's really fun and makes me happy to give guys such a rare sort of pleasure and excitement. More importantly I don't usually have unprotected sex. I've only been with 6 guys no condom, 3 in the last 3 months. I get nervous about STI's. So far I'm still clean and I'm afraid it's going to take me getting something before I learn. This new kink isn't helping. It's really fun and I want to keep doing it with new guys.
A few years ago, when I was 15, there was a very nice but very big girl working at the same store. She and I always had a good rapport but she was about 5ft. 5in and weight about 260lbs. She had huge breasts, but the big size never did anything for me. She was 19 and had a 4 year old son by her 21 year old husband. He knocked her up at 14, married her and at 15 she had the baby. He beat her when he would drink which was several times a week. We worked several evening shifts together and many times were the only ones in the store. She knew I was a virgin, and would make sure every now and then that I could see her tits or even her hairy pussy. Then one time when we had the store locked and were cleaning up, she came into the storeroom and kissed me full on the lips. Not just a peck but a heated, passionate kiss. She said she'd wanted to do that for a long time, and I thanked her and returned her kiss with another. She backed off, and started taking off her dress, then her slip, bra and huge granny panties. She stood before me totally naked, huge tits with pink aureola and thick nipples that stood out about 1/2 inch. Her meaty pussy lips were half hidden under her belly but she lifted her belly for me to enjoy the full view of her black pussy hair, and there was plenty of that hair.
"I won't fuck you, I won't do that to my husband, but I want you to be the only other person who's seen me naked like this" she said
I moved over to her and kissing her again, placed my hand on her pussy, took my mouth to her left nipple, and whispered, then just let me feel what it's like. She let me finger her, and told me to put three fingers into her pussy while I sucked her massive tits, my teeth rolling around those big, rubbery nipples. She moaned and pulled my pants down, I took off my shirt and I knew I was getting my first piece of pussy. I didn't care that it was a fat married girl my cock was hard and wanted pussy.
"I won't let you fuck me" she said again
"Then what are we doing?" I asked
She said she'd suck me and started. I then laid her on the carpeted floor and lain next to her. She was grabbing at my cock and I at her tits and pussy.
"Let me just put it in to feel what one feels like, and to feel what your husband feels. I won't fuck you, only push in and just hold it" I asked
She said that was OK and laid back and spread her legs and closed her eyes. I got on top of her and pushed my 7 inches into her married, fat cunt. "Just hold it there, don't move it around" she told me.
I did just hold it there, telling her how wonderful she felt and that I was glad that she let me have my first feel of a pussy on my cock. She wanted to fuck but held back and made me pull out. As she was rolling over I saw that pink rosebud of her asshole.
"What about back her" I asked as I touched her asshole. "Does he do it to you back here"
"No, no one has ever done that to me" she commented
"What if we do it then? If he doesn't fuck you there, then it's not like you're taking something away from him, and it'll be a sort of mutual thing, two virgins fucking"
"No it will hurt" she said
Having had a cock up my ass once when very young and very unprepared, I vowed to never hurt anyone like that, and I told her I'd be gentle. She stood up and walked to the office totally naked, and got out a jar of Vaseline and rubbed some up into her asshole, and put some all over my cock. She then rolled over on her stomach and reached back and spread her butt cheeks exposing my target. I told her to roll on her back and she did pulling her legs up to give me a full view of her big tits, luscious mouth, hairy pussy, and that tight looking sphincter.
I leaned in kissing her and pushed my cock into her and inch at a time. Once it I gave her time to get used to it and she was through squeezing her ass muscles (which almost made me cum), I began slowly and gently pumping my cock into her ass.
"Is it like you thought? Do you like it this way?" she asked
"yeah, it's great. I liked your pussy too" I whispered back
"That's for my husband but my mouth is for both of you, and this. . . my ass, is only for you"
I kissed her and tweaked both her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and she started bucking and heaving, breathing heavily, and was actually cumming. That made me shoot off and I couldn't help it I found I was ramming my cock in and out of her to the hilt everytime, and going very fast but she was cumming. I shot rope after rope up into her. As I was doing that and kissing her with our tongues going crazy, I kept remember the man who fucked me, this was the way he was acting, this was what he was feeling, only I had a woman with a pussy behind me.
After that we had oral sex (she taught me how to eat pussy well) and anal sex. Every once in a while she'd let me stick my cock inside her pussy. She got to where she would sometimes get a bit demanding and would make me eat her pussy after her husband had fucked her. She liked getting rid of his sperm and liked making me eat it I think. Then I could always fuck her ass, hard and fast. Finally one of the times I was inside her pussy, I started pumping and she tried to make me stop. I held her arms down and fucked that fat cunt and came buckets into her. It was my first piece of pussy. Unfortunately I guess I raped her to get it. She stopped letting me fuck her for about a month, then we started in again, right as I was about to slip my cock into her asshole she reached down and put it in her pussy.
"Fuck me baby, fuck me like I'm your woman"
I did and after I shot another big load up her cunt, she told me she was pregnant and that he husband had been out of town during the time she could have been fertile, which means the baby was mine. I had gotten her pregnant while I was raping her pussy.
She stayed with her husband, which was good as I had lots of college plans, moving plans, and had plans of laying girls who weren't so damn fat in my future. During her pregnancy I got to nurse on her (and after as well) fuck her in the pussy or ass or mouth as my choosing, then about 3 months after the baby she quit. I went on to a great job, traveling internationally, have several svelte girlfriends, and never looked back. Though I can say that any woman who has not been a one night stand, has had to take it up the ass as well as the other two holes. I guess I'm an anal addict now, after all that was my first way of getting laid.
I am 44 years old, married and a good mother (I hope I am, at least). I have 4 children, but the younger 2 were both fathered by a teenage friend of my eldest son. He was in high school when he began to first flirt with me, I figured it out but put it down to a teenage crush like boys have on teachers.
He was already tall and quite strongly built, my family are mostly shorter and nice-looking, but not football player types. My son would go to baseball practice, his friend (I will call him J) to football and then they would both come over for some food before heading home. My husband suggested my son (they are not biological father-son) start some extra credit evening classes to help get into a good school, so he started going to the local community college. My younger son was always at the neighbour's house with his best friend. When my husband told J he was welcome to keep coming over for food and drink, it would be just the two of us home (my husband had a long commute and worked late anyway).
After this J's flirting became more pronounced. Earlier he would just tease and stare, now he began to talk about his experience with girls, and even to brush up against me any chance he got. At first I was firm but polite, and careful to keep a distance. But one day he ground his crotch up against my ass, and I felt his hard cock. Even through my skirt and his shorts I could feel it was huge - much bigger than my husbands. I chided him a bit, but couldn't get the thought out of my head. That weekend, I masturbated thinking of J in me.
The next week, he was watching me, and I was waiting for him to touch me again. A few days passed and he didn't. On Thursday he surprised me by coming in the afternoon, saying practice was cancelled and could he please have some lunch. I went to the kitchen and began working, when he grabbed me from behind, cupped my chin and turned my face and stuck his tongue down my throat. I struggled, but he was far too strong. After a long time, he stopped kissing me and gripped my hands behind my back. I was so dizzy and confused, I couldn't speak, just stared at him and he just stared at me. With his other hand he lifted my skirt and pulled my panties off, then pulled his own pants down.
I couldn't see it, but I felt it when his dick entered me. I had never had one that big (I later measured it as over 7 inches and very thick) and I began to gasp. He clapped a hand over my mouth and thrust hard. Luckily my pussy was wet from all the kissing, and I was able to take him without too much pain. I don't remember how long it lasted, but I had an orgasm very soon and he came inside me as well. I was still in a daze when he let me go, when I turned around he was standing over me. I know I had just been raped, but at that moment on a kind of autopilot I put my arms round his neck and kissed him.
He was hard again and picked me up in his arms like I was a doll, and began carrying me upstairs. I asked him not to take me to my marriage bed, so he took me to my eldest son's room. That afternoon, I just kept cumming while staring at a Metallica poster above my son's bed. After that day, every day J would come, kiss me like he was my husband coming home, carry me upstairs and make love to me.
I was 36 at the time and still very fertile. My husband used condoms, as I had thyroid troubles with the pill. J did not use condoms, and for some reason I never asked him. About a month after we started, I found out I was pregnant, and the next year gave birth to Js daughter. To my lasting shame, I concealed everything and tricked my husband into thinking it was his.. J and I continued our liaisons all through my pregnancy, but after that I became busy with the baby and the frequency of our trysts decreased.
A year or so later, my eldest son went off to college, my younger was awarded a scholarship to a residential prep school and moved out too. J was still in town, intending on taking a gap year. With the house now empty, my baby still too young, J once again began coming over daily and I was unable to resist. This time I insisted he use condoms, but sometimes he would just ignore my protests. In November, J left for a job in South America, and shortly afterwards I discovered I was pregnant again. This time I seriously considered an abortion, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I went through the whole charade again, and gave birth to J's son.
This caused a lot of friction in my marriage, as a 2nd unplanned pregnancy was a great strain on our finances. I decided to get a job as soon as the baby was older, which conveniently helped me avoid J when he did come back, and later when he was home from college as well. When he did catch me, we did have some fun (he wouldn't take no for an answer, and I couldn't resist him really) but after he got a job post-college, we have not met.
I am happy with my two young babies, and I know my husband loves them deeply too. It's a gut wrench to deceive him, as he is a wonderful man, but at the same time I feel very liberated and a secret part of me is almost exultant that I had a great affair and came out of it happier than I was before.
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