05-03-2023, 04:41 AM
Jacqueline lived up to her vow. She was the perfect replacement wife. She cooked, she cleaned, and she fucked, things a good wife should do. She was probably a better wife than Priya was. I basked in this glimpse of a life with Jacqueline as my bride. She was perfect wife material. She was a perfect domestic goddess.
Jacqueline kept me company the next few days, keeping my balls drained. I watched her model my wife's clothes, all looking better on her. I watched as all my wife's blouses strained to hold in Jacqueline's massive tits. I watched as all my wife's bras were overfilled with her giant titties. I watched all of Priya's pants and skirts stretched around her magnificent ass. Seeing her in my wife's clothes drove me wild. We fucked all over the house, in every room, in the pool, in the hot tub, Jacqueline marking her territory with me.
The most memorable encounter took place on our last night together. Me and her were having a cookout on the grill. She was wearing one of my wife's sundresses, and she filled it out in just the right way. Her braless tits were pouring out, and her impressive cleavage was exposed for the world to see. Since she was taller than my wife, the bottom of the dress just reached below her ass. She looked great.
So we were just sitting outside, sitting down, eating burgers, shooting the shit.
"Such a perfect night." She said, basking in the cool dusk night. We were sitting together on a large chair, cuddled up together, her head on my shoulder.
"Yeah." I replied.
"A perfect night for love." she said, kissing my jaw. "A perfect night for sex." She said, kissing my cheek. She got to my ear and whispered, "A perfect night for making a baby."
I pulled away from her and looked into her eyes.
"I know I'm a nasty slut. I know I'm an anal whore. But right now, I want it in my pussy. I want you deep inside me. I want you to fuck me hard until you shoot a giant load inside me. I want you to flood me. I want you to fuck me again and again. I want you to make sure this pussy is knocked up. I have shown you how good a wife I am. What better way to truly prove that than by you knocking me up with your baby. I want your child, Gaurav. We belong together, and the best way I can show that is for us to make a child together." she offered.
This was something new. Me and Kareena had never fully discussed this, but she made sure when we fucked, I fucked her bareback. No condoms, no bullshit. She made sure I came inside of her. Did she want my baby? Did she want to cement our affair permanently by breeding with me? Jacqueline sure did. Jacqueline wanted my baby. She wanted to breed with me. There was something about this, about knocking up a woman that wasn't my wife, that was on a new level of nasty. It appealed to my deep base instincts, to knock up the hottest sluts around. And right now, Jacqueline was the hottest slut around. She was gagging to get knocked up. Who am I to stop what we both wanted?
I pulled her into my arms, pulling her on top of me. Our lips met in a fiery kiss, her tongue entering my mouth. I reached down to the hem of her dress, lifting it. She pulled away from me long enough for me to lift the dress off of her shoulder, revealing her nude body. I tossed the dress away, inadvertently throwing it on the grill. Within seconds, the dress was on fire on top of the grill, but neither of us noticed.
Jacqueline slipped my shorts down as I ripped my shirt off. She grabbed my throbbing dick and quickly sat on it.
"Ohhh, shit!" I yelled out. Her tight wet pussy always felt so good stretched around my cock.
"You like that? You like that pussy? Or is it that you like the thought of knocking up your wife's best friend with your baby? That's so nasty, isn't it? Cheating on your wife and knocking up her best friend. She trusts both of us. That was her first mistake. She couldn't possibly expect for you to stay loyal to her with that body? She must know that a stud like you needs a real woman. Right?" she asked, poised to bounce.
"Yes! I need a real woman. A woman like you!" I screamed. She smiled smugly and began to bounce.
"That dick is not leaving my pussy, Gaurav, until you put a baby inside me. You hear that. You will be hard at work trying to knock me up until your wife gets home or until you do the job. That's your dream, isn't it? You want me barefoot and pregnant, don't you?" Jacqueline said, her hands on my chest, groping my muscles.
"Yes, I want you knocked up with my baby! I want you barefoot and pregnant!" I yelled, groping her titties. I didn't care if the neighbors heard me knocking up some slut in my backyard.
"What a good best friend I am, aren't I? Only a true friend would let her best friend's man knock her up! Only a true friend would let her best friend's husband take out all of his sick, perverted desires on her. She's too delicate for this kind of stuff. We are protecting her from this nastiness? Some would call me a hero." she said with a laugh. I drove up into her harder. I reached around to palm her ass cheeks.
God, she was perfect. Her ass was so round and squeezable. So perfect and fuckable. Her tits were enormous, much more than a handful, with nipples that demanded a mouth to surround them. Her pussy was snug, smothering my cock in warmth, perfect for cumming in. I could fuck her every day and not get tired of it.
We both worked up a sweat in the cool night air. We could both sense the end was near, so she pulled my face between her sweaty, heaving breasts as my hands pulled her ass against me. We were now fucking in a true mating rhythm, with the only goal being procreation. I was fucking my wife's best friend with the sole goal of making her pregnant.
"OH FUCK ME! FUCK ME AND KNOCK UP YOUR WIFE'S BEST FRIEND!" Jacqueline screamed, her face pointing skywards.
"I LOVE YOU! I LOVE FUCKING MY WIFE'S BEST FRIEND!" I screamed. I hoped the neighbors heard. I didn't care. Maybe if one of them was a hot woman, she would know I'm a cheating bastard and would be down to fuck me. Right now, all I cared about was the pleasure. All I cared about was putting a baby in this sexy bitch's belly.
Her pussy tightened as she came, driving me over the edge. For a full minute, my dick shot in her, filling her with my seed, flooding her like she demanded. I drove into her, again and again, trying to get as deep inside her as I could, hoping to make sure my cum got as deep inside her as possible.
She collapsed on top of me, her breathing sexily in my ear. In the distance, we heard a voice call out, "What the hell was that?"
Me and Jacqueline laughed. She gave me a peck on the lips, assuring me we were not done. I stood up, carrying her in my arms as she wrapped her legs around me, my dick still inside her. By the time we crossed the threshold into my bedroom, my dick was hard and it drove into her as we fell onto the bed. We were far from done.
I tried to live up to Jacqueline's plan. We fucked throughout the night. I came again and again into her tight pussy, filling her to the brim. She was no doubt assured to be pregnant. I ended the night by giving her a slow, pleasurable ass-fuck, cumming in her ass before we fell to the bed, the energy now fucked out of us.
I knew I had to push Jacqueline away so I could recharge for Kareena. This forced me to part with her for the last day before I had to pick up Kareena and my wife from the airport. Once I was alone, I tried to think again where Kareena fit in with me. I realized that I was filling major roles in my life with hot-bodied sluts. Jacqueline was my substitute wife. She fulfilled the part of that wanted a wife who did the things a typical wife would do, including giving me all the sex I could handle. But Kareena, well, she was my slut. Kareena was a little hotter than Jacqueline. A little nastier than Jacqueline. Probably a little bit better of a fuck than Jacqueline. Kareena was my slut. She would always be my slut.
Jacqueline kept me company the next few days, keeping my balls drained. I watched her model my wife's clothes, all looking better on her. I watched as all my wife's blouses strained to hold in Jacqueline's massive tits. I watched as all my wife's bras were overfilled with her giant titties. I watched all of Priya's pants and skirts stretched around her magnificent ass. Seeing her in my wife's clothes drove me wild. We fucked all over the house, in every room, in the pool, in the hot tub, Jacqueline marking her territory with me.
The most memorable encounter took place on our last night together. Me and her were having a cookout on the grill. She was wearing one of my wife's sundresses, and she filled it out in just the right way. Her braless tits were pouring out, and her impressive cleavage was exposed for the world to see. Since she was taller than my wife, the bottom of the dress just reached below her ass. She looked great.
So we were just sitting outside, sitting down, eating burgers, shooting the shit.
"Such a perfect night." She said, basking in the cool dusk night. We were sitting together on a large chair, cuddled up together, her head on my shoulder.
"Yeah." I replied.
"A perfect night for love." she said, kissing my jaw. "A perfect night for sex." She said, kissing my cheek. She got to my ear and whispered, "A perfect night for making a baby."
I pulled away from her and looked into her eyes.
"I know I'm a nasty slut. I know I'm an anal whore. But right now, I want it in my pussy. I want you deep inside me. I want you to fuck me hard until you shoot a giant load inside me. I want you to flood me. I want you to fuck me again and again. I want you to make sure this pussy is knocked up. I have shown you how good a wife I am. What better way to truly prove that than by you knocking me up with your baby. I want your child, Gaurav. We belong together, and the best way I can show that is for us to make a child together." she offered.
This was something new. Me and Kareena had never fully discussed this, but she made sure when we fucked, I fucked her bareback. No condoms, no bullshit. She made sure I came inside of her. Did she want my baby? Did she want to cement our affair permanently by breeding with me? Jacqueline sure did. Jacqueline wanted my baby. She wanted to breed with me. There was something about this, about knocking up a woman that wasn't my wife, that was on a new level of nasty. It appealed to my deep base instincts, to knock up the hottest sluts around. And right now, Jacqueline was the hottest slut around. She was gagging to get knocked up. Who am I to stop what we both wanted?
I pulled her into my arms, pulling her on top of me. Our lips met in a fiery kiss, her tongue entering my mouth. I reached down to the hem of her dress, lifting it. She pulled away from me long enough for me to lift the dress off of her shoulder, revealing her nude body. I tossed the dress away, inadvertently throwing it on the grill. Within seconds, the dress was on fire on top of the grill, but neither of us noticed.
Jacqueline slipped my shorts down as I ripped my shirt off. She grabbed my throbbing dick and quickly sat on it.
"Ohhh, shit!" I yelled out. Her tight wet pussy always felt so good stretched around my cock.
"You like that? You like that pussy? Or is it that you like the thought of knocking up your wife's best friend with your baby? That's so nasty, isn't it? Cheating on your wife and knocking up her best friend. She trusts both of us. That was her first mistake. She couldn't possibly expect for you to stay loyal to her with that body? She must know that a stud like you needs a real woman. Right?" she asked, poised to bounce.
"Yes! I need a real woman. A woman like you!" I screamed. She smiled smugly and began to bounce.
"That dick is not leaving my pussy, Gaurav, until you put a baby inside me. You hear that. You will be hard at work trying to knock me up until your wife gets home or until you do the job. That's your dream, isn't it? You want me barefoot and pregnant, don't you?" Jacqueline said, her hands on my chest, groping my muscles.
"Yes, I want you knocked up with my baby! I want you barefoot and pregnant!" I yelled, groping her titties. I didn't care if the neighbors heard me knocking up some slut in my backyard.
"What a good best friend I am, aren't I? Only a true friend would let her best friend's man knock her up! Only a true friend would let her best friend's husband take out all of his sick, perverted desires on her. She's too delicate for this kind of stuff. We are protecting her from this nastiness? Some would call me a hero." she said with a laugh. I drove up into her harder. I reached around to palm her ass cheeks.
God, she was perfect. Her ass was so round and squeezable. So perfect and fuckable. Her tits were enormous, much more than a handful, with nipples that demanded a mouth to surround them. Her pussy was snug, smothering my cock in warmth, perfect for cumming in. I could fuck her every day and not get tired of it.
We both worked up a sweat in the cool night air. We could both sense the end was near, so she pulled my face between her sweaty, heaving breasts as my hands pulled her ass against me. We were now fucking in a true mating rhythm, with the only goal being procreation. I was fucking my wife's best friend with the sole goal of making her pregnant.
"OH FUCK ME! FUCK ME AND KNOCK UP YOUR WIFE'S BEST FRIEND!" Jacqueline screamed, her face pointing skywards.
"I LOVE YOU! I LOVE FUCKING MY WIFE'S BEST FRIEND!" I screamed. I hoped the neighbors heard. I didn't care. Maybe if one of them was a hot woman, she would know I'm a cheating bastard and would be down to fuck me. Right now, all I cared about was the pleasure. All I cared about was putting a baby in this sexy bitch's belly.
Her pussy tightened as she came, driving me over the edge. For a full minute, my dick shot in her, filling her with my seed, flooding her like she demanded. I drove into her, again and again, trying to get as deep inside her as I could, hoping to make sure my cum got as deep inside her as possible.
She collapsed on top of me, her breathing sexily in my ear. In the distance, we heard a voice call out, "What the hell was that?"
Me and Jacqueline laughed. She gave me a peck on the lips, assuring me we were not done. I stood up, carrying her in my arms as she wrapped her legs around me, my dick still inside her. By the time we crossed the threshold into my bedroom, my dick was hard and it drove into her as we fell onto the bed. We were far from done.
I tried to live up to Jacqueline's plan. We fucked throughout the night. I came again and again into her tight pussy, filling her to the brim. She was no doubt assured to be pregnant. I ended the night by giving her a slow, pleasurable ass-fuck, cumming in her ass before we fell to the bed, the energy now fucked out of us.
I knew I had to push Jacqueline away so I could recharge for Kareena. This forced me to part with her for the last day before I had to pick up Kareena and my wife from the airport. Once I was alone, I tried to think again where Kareena fit in with me. I realized that I was filling major roles in my life with hot-bodied sluts. Jacqueline was my substitute wife. She fulfilled the part of that wanted a wife who did the things a typical wife would do, including giving me all the sex I could handle. But Kareena, well, she was my slut. Kareena was a little hotter than Jacqueline. A little nastier than Jacqueline. Probably a little bit better of a fuck than Jacqueline. Kareena was my slut. She would always be my slut.
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