Boss Watches Employee Impregnate His Wife

Nikolai had rehearsed the words for a week and still nearly lost them when Andre stepped into the conference room and closed the door. The younger man was twenty-nine, six-four in his work shoes, broad through the chest and quiet in the way that made clients lean in. Nikolai was forty-two, successful enough to own the firm’s top floor and a house with a view, and hopeless in the one place his wife had stopped pretending not to notice. His cock stayed soft no matter how carefully she touched him. The doctors had shrugged. Fiona had not.

“Sit,” Nikolai said. His voice came out steadier than he felt. “This isn’t a performance review. You’re not in trouble. I need a yes or a no, and I need it honest.”

Andre sat, big hands loose on his knees, watching him. “All right.”

“My wife is thirty-eight. Her name is Fiona. She’s healthy, she’s not on birth control, and she wants a baby. I can’t give her one. I can’t even stay hard long enough to try.” He kept his eyes on Andre’s face. “I’ve wanted, for a long time, to watch a man fuck her properly and come inside her until she’s pregnant. Not a stranger. Someone I chose. You.”

Andre didn’t laugh. He didn’t look away. “You want me to breed her.”

“Yes. While I watch. On purpose. She knows I’m asking you. If you say no, this conversation ends and nothing about your job changes. If you say yes, the three of us meet tonight and say it out loud together before anyone takes their clothes off. I don’t want a surprise. I don’t want her talked into anything. I want her bred because she asked for it and because I asked you to do it.”

Andre was quiet long enough that Nikolai’s pulse kicked. Then he nodded once. “I’ve seen her at the holiday party. She’s beautiful. If she wants this as clearly as you do, I’ll do it. I won’t touch her unless she says the words herself.”

Relief hit so hard Nikolai had to sit. “Tonight. Our house. Seven.”

Fiona opened the door before either man could knock twice. Thirty-eight, barefoot on the marble, a silk robe the color of cream tied loose at her waist. Her dark hair was down. She looked at Andre first, then at her husband, and the smile she gave them both was bright and shameless.

“Come in,” she said. “I made us sit in the living room so nobody has to pretend this is a dinner.”

They sat. Nikolai took the chair he had already decided would be his. Fiona took the couch, close enough that her knee almost touched Andre’s. She didn’t fidget.

“Nikolai told me what he asked you,” she said. “I want to hear it from you, and I want you to hear it from me, so there’s no version of this where somebody gets to claim they didn’t know.”

Andre turned toward her. “He asked me to get you pregnant while he watches. I said I’d only do it if you want that.”

“I want it.” Her voice didn’t shake. “I want your cock in me. I want you to come in me as many times as it takes. I want a baby, and I want it to be yours, and I want my husband in the room while you put it there. I’m not drunk. I’m not unsure. If you need me to say it plainer: please impregnate me tonight, Andre, with Nikolai watching, because all three of us agreed to it.”

Nikolai’s soft cock gave a useless twitch against his thigh. He looked at his employee and didn’t hide it. “That’s what I want too. Not just the fucking. The breeding. I want to see you knock her up. Say it if you’re in.”

Andre’s answer was low and immediate. “I’m in. I’ll fuck you, Fiona, and I’ll come deep, and I won’t pull out unless you tell me to. Nikolai stays. He watches. He can talk. He doesn’t get to change the plan halfway through unless you want him to.”

“I won’t,” Nikolai said. “This is the plan. We all wanted it before we walked in here.”

Fiona exhaled, a laugh caught in it. “Good. Then nobody has to be careful with the words anymore.”

She stood, crossed to Andre, and settled onto his lap like she had been waiting all day to do it. The robe parted over one thigh. She kissed him once, slow, then looked over her shoulder at her husband.

“Still yes?”

“Still yes,” Nikolai said. “Breed her.”

Andre’s hands settled on her waist, broad and sure. “Still yes.”

They didn’t rush the clothes. Fiona wanted the evening to feel like the thing they had named, not a scramble. She poured water, not wine. She checked, once more, that nobody had changed their mind in the ten minutes since the living-room agreement. Nobody had. Andre took off his jacket and rolled his sleeves, and the size of his forearms made Fiona’s mouth go soft. Nikolai stayed in the chair in his shirt and slacks, already half-hard in his head and nowhere near it in his body, stroking himself through the fabric out of habit more than hope.

“Come here,” Fiona said, and Andre did.

She stood between his knees and ran both palms up his chest, then down, shameless, until her fingers found the heavy line of his cock through his pants. Her breath caught. She looked at Nikolai.

“Jesus. You weren’t exaggerating.”

“Fourteen and a half,” Andre said, calm as a measurement on a blueprint. “You can stop whenever you want. You can also keep going.”

She kept going. She stroked him through the wool, slow, learning the ridiculous length of him, the thick ridge, the way he filled her hand and then some. Heat climbed her throat. She had wanted a man who could actually fill her, and she had wanted her husband to see it, and both wants were sitting in the room with their names on them.

“You’re going to put a baby in me with this,” she said, not a question.

“That’s what you asked for,” Andre said. His hips lifted once into her palm. “That’s what he asked for.”

Nikolai’s hand moved on his own soft cock, useless and eager. “I want to see it. I want to watch my employee stretch my wife open and flood her. I’ve jerked off to the idea for months. Tonight I get to watch it happen for real, because she said yes and you said yes and I said yes.”

Fiona’s laugh was filthy and fond. “Listen to him. Forty-two years old, runs a company, and the only thing that gets him going is knowing a bigger man is going to breed me while his dick stays soft in his fist.” She squeezed Andre through the pants, harder. “Does that bother you?”

“No,” Andre said. “He told me the truth. You told me the truth. I like being the one who can do what he can’t.”

She dropped to her knees on the rug between Andre’s spread thighs. The robe slipped off one shoulder. She looked up at him, then sideways at Nikolai, making sure he had the angle.

“Watch,” she told her husband. “This is your employee’s cock. I’m going to get it wet so he can fuck a baby into me.”

She opened his belt, his zipper, and eased him out. The weight of it made her pause. Thick, dark, heavy enough that it rested against her wrist before she wrapped her fingers around the base. Fourteen and a half inches of him, already stiffening under her attention, the head broad and glossy. She stroked once, twice, and felt him swell to full hardness in her hand. A clear bead gathered at the slit. She licked it off and moaned at the taste.

“God,” she said. “Nikolai. Look at him.”

“I’m looking,” Nikolai said. His fist worked his limp cock, stroking skin that wouldn’t rise. Shame and hunger sat in the same place in his chest, and he didn’t try to separate them. “Suck him. Get him ready to come in you.”

Fiona opened her mouth and took the head, then more, cheeks hollowing, spit shining her lips. She couldn’t take half of him. She didn’t pretend she could. She used her hand on the rest, twisting, wet, sloppy on purpose, strings of saliva connecting her mouth to that enormous shaft every time she pulled off to breathe. Andre’s hand settled in her hair, not forcing, just resting, and she pushed herself down again because she wanted to.

“That’s it,” Andre murmured. “Sloppy for me. You’re going to take this cock in your pussy next, and I’m not pulling out. Your husband is going to watch me breed you.”

She moaned around him, the sound obscene. Nikolai leaned forward in the chair, close enough to see the stretch of her lips, the way her throat worked, the dark length disappearing and reappearing, wet and huge against her pretty face.

“Tell him,” Nikolai said, voice rough. “Tell him what you want while you’ve got his cock in your mouth.”

She pulled off with a wet sound, strings breaking, and looked up at Andre with her lips swollen. “I want you to impregnate me. I want your cum in my womb. I want Nikolai to sit right there and watch his employee knock up his wife. Don’t be gentle when you fuck me. Just don’t come anywhere but inside.”

Andre’s thumb stroked her cheek. “I won’t. Stand up. Lose the robe. I want you on my cock.”

She stood, let the silk fall, and was naked in the lamplight: full breasts, soft belly, the dark curl of hair between her thighs already damp. Thirty-eight and eager, not shy about any of it. She climbed onto the couch and swung a leg over Andre’s lap, facing away from him, reverse, so her husband had the view they had talked about. Andre shoved his pants down far enough to free himself completely. His cock stood up between her thighs, obscene against her stomach, the head reaching past her navel.

Nikolai made a broken sound. “Fuck. Look at the size of him against you.”

“I feel it,” Fiona said. She reached down, notched that broad head against her cunt, and sank. The stretch stole her breath. She had to stop, shaking, halfway, Andre’s hands steady on her hips, not pulling her down.

“You good?” he asked.

“Yes. Don’t stop me. I want all of it.” She bore down, inch by thick inch, until she was seated as deep as her body would take, stuffed so full her thighs trembled. “Oh my God. Nikolai. He’s in me. Your employee is in me.”

“I see it,” Nikolai said. He had moved the chair closer without remembering the decision. His soft cock was in his fist, pale and small beside the sight of that dark shaft splitting his wife open. “Ride him. Let me watch you take every inch you can.”

She did. She rose and dropped, slow at first, then harder, the wet sound of her cunt on Andre’s cock filling the room. Each downward stroke made her gasp. Andre’s balls, heavy and full, slapped lightly against her when she took him deep. From Nikolai’s angle the view was perfect: her ass spreading, her pussy lips dragged thin around a cock that looked too big to fit, slick shining on the shaft when she lifted.

“You feel that?” Andre said against her shoulder. “That’s what’s going to breed you. I’m going to hold you down and pump you full.”

“Yes,” she panted. “Yes. Nikolai, tell him. Tell him to knock me up.”

Nikolai’s hand flew on his limp dick, stroking uselessly, eyes locked on the place they joined. “Do it. Breed my wife. Come in her. I want to watch you impregnate her. I asked you for this. She asked you for this. Don’t waste a drop.”

Andre growled, low in his chest, and thrust up to meet her. Fiona cried out, hands braced on his knees, riding him with sloppy determination. Her breasts bounced. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. She could feel how close he was getting, the way his cock swelled even thicker, the way his grip tightened.

“Not yet,” she managed. “I want you on top of me when you come. I want my legs back. I want him to see your balls against me when you flood me.”

Andre lifted her off his cock with careful strength. The sudden emptiness made her whimper. He turned her onto her back on the wide couch, shoved a cushion under her hips, and folded her legs up, knees toward her shoulders, pinning her open. Nikolai was inches away now, close enough to smell her, close enough to see how red and swollen her cunt was, glistening, ready.

Andre lined up and pushed back in, one long stroke that seated him deep. Fiona’s mouth fell open. He fucked her like that, hard, the couch creaking, her tits shaking with every thrust, his heavy balls swinging and slapping her ass.

“Look at him,” Andre told her, never breaking rhythm. “Look at your husband while I breed you.”

She turned her face. Nikolai was right there, stroking his soft cock, eyes wet and hungry, not looking away.

“He’s watching,” she moaned. “He’s watching his employee fuck me. Andre—come in me. Put it in my womb. Impregnate me. I want it. He wants it. We all said yes.”

“I’m going to,” Andre said. His voice had gone rough. “Fertile little cunt. Taking all this cock. I’m going to unload in you until you’re dripping and still full. Multiple loads. That’s the agreement.”

“Yes,” Nikolai said. “Fill her. I want to see it happen. I want to know my wife got pregnant on my employee’s cock while I sat here with a limp dick in my hand. Do it. Breed her.”

Andre’s thrusts went short and deep, grinding, his balls drawing up tight. Fiona locked her ankles behind his back as best she could with her legs pinned and pulled him in.

“Now,” she begged. “Now, now, give it to me—”

He came with a groan that sounded torn out of him, hips jammed flush, cock buried to the hilt. Fiona felt the first hot pulse and then another, thick spurts flooding her, so much that she swore she could feel it coating her insides. She came around him, clenching, milking, crying his name and her husband’s in the same breath.

“He’s coming in me,” she gasped, eyes on Nikolai. “Your employee is impregnating me. Right in front of you. Oh God, there’s so much—don’t pull out, Andre, stay in, I want all of it in my womb—”

“I’m not pulling out,” Andre gritted. He kept grinding through the orgasm, emptying himself as deep as anatomy allowed, heavy balls tight against her. When the first flood eased he stayed buried, breathing hard, still hard enough that Fiona whimpered at the pressure.

Nikolai stared at the place they were joined, at Andre’s cock stuffed inside his wife, at the faint pulse of another spurt. His own hand had gone still on his soft dick. “Again,” he said, hoarse. “You said multiple loads. She’s not on anything. Breed her properly. She wants it. I want it.”

Andre kissed Fiona’s knee, a strangely gentle thing, and started to move again, slower, working his still-hard cock through the mess he’d already made. The sound was wetter now, obscene. Fiona’s hands clutched his arms.

“You can take another?” he asked.

“I want another,” she said. “I want you to come in me until there’s no question. Nikolai, tell him I’m yours to watch and his to breed.”

“You’re mine to watch,” Nikolai said, and the words felt like the truest thing he had said all year. “And you’re his to breed. We agreed. Give her another load. Knock her up.”

Andre fucked her through the sensitivity, building again, the second orgasm tighter and meaner. He pinned her legs wider so Nikolai could see the thick base of his cock stretching her, see his balls draw up a second time.

“Here it comes,” he growled. “Another load. Right in your cunt. Right where it’ll take.”

He slammed deep and came again, groaning, pumping more thick cum into her already flooded pussy. Fiona sobbed with pleasure, oversensitive and greedy, telling him yes, telling Nikolai to look, telling both of them that this was exactly what she had asked for when they sat down and named it. Andre didn’t rush the last spurts. He held himself buried, hips twitching, making sure every pulse went as deep as he could put it.

When he finally stilled, he stayed there, cock plugged inside her, breathing against her throat. “Last of it,” he said. “I’m keeping it in until I’m empty. Then he gets to see.”

“I want to see,” Nikolai said. His voice was wrecked and satisfied. “Pull out slow. I want the creampie. I want proof.”

Andre waited until the final weak pulses faded, until Fiona nodded, dazed and smiling. Then he eased back, inch by shining inch. His cock dragged out of her, long and wet and still half-hard, and the moment the head slipped free a thick rush of cum followed, white and heavy, spilling from her well-fucked cunt onto the cushion, down toward her ass. More kept coming, a slow overflow from how full he had left her.

Nikolai made a sound like he’d been struck. He leaned in, close enough that his breath touched her thigh, and watched his employee’s cum leak out of his wife.

Fiona reached for him. He came up from the chair and she kissed him, deep, open-mouthed, tasting like want and like the man who had just finished inside her. Her hand found his soft cock and held it without trying to fix it.

“He did it,” she whispered against his mouth, smiling, cum still dripping from her bred pussy. “Our employee just successfully impregnated me while you watched. You asked him to. I asked him to. He agreed. And he did it. I can feel how full I am. Look at it running out of me.”

Nikolai looked. Andre knelt back on his heels, cock heavy against his thigh, watching them both with the calm of a man who had done exactly the job he was invited to do. Nobody looked surprised. Nobody looked tricked. The room smelled like sex and the three of them were quiet in the aftermath of a plan they had all signed with their mouths.

Fiona kissed her husband again, slower. “I’m not done wanting this,” she said. “Not after one night. If it takes, I still want him in me while I’m pregnant, if you both want that. If it doesn’t take tonight, I want him back in this house until it does.”

Andre’s mouth curved. “I’ll come back. Same rules. Everybody says it out loud first.”

Nikolai’s thumb stroked Fiona’s cheek. His limp cock rested in her palm, and for once the softness didn’t feel like failure. It felt like the point. He was already turning the next evening over in his head: same couch, same chair, Fiona on her back again with her legs pinned, Andre’s balls tight against her while Nikolai counted the loads. Maybe the bedroom next time, mirrors angled so he could see the creampie from two directions. Maybe he’d kneel closer and watch Andre push the overflow back in with two fingers before fucking another load on top of it. The thought landed hot and clear, already a plan, already something he would say out loud before anyone got undressed.

“Next Friday,” he said. “Same agreement. You breed her again while I watch. We say yes in the room before anyone touches anyone. And if she’s already taken, we do it anyway, because I want to see you fuck my pregnant wife full a second time.”

Fiona laughed, low and pleased, and squeezed his soft cock like a promise. “Next Friday,” she said. “I’ll be ovulating harder if I have anything to say about it. Andre, bring that cock. Nikolai, bring the chair closer. I want both of you exactly where you were when he came in me.”

Andre tucked himself away, unhurried, already calculating the week. “I’ll be here at seven. Nobody changes the plan unless all three of us say so.”

Nikolai stayed on his knees beside the couch, watching cum leak from the wife he had asked another man to impregnate, and started counting the days.