Breeding His Hotwife While He Begs

I knelt naked on the padded floor beside the breeding bench, thirty-eight years old and already sweating, my smaller cock jutting useless and ignored between my thighs. My hands obeyed without question, fingers locked under the backs of Selena’s knees, holding my thirty-eight-year-old wife’s legs spread wide. She looked magnificent like that—confident marketing executive turned eager hotwife, dark hair fanned across the leather, full breasts rising with every quick breath, wedding ring glinting as she reached down between her own thighs.

Ravi stood between us, twenty-nine, dominant personal trainer, thick bare cock resting heavy against her dripping married entrance. The head alone was flushed dark and already shiny with her juices. I could smell her from here, that rich, needy scent I’d never been able to pull from her myself. My pulse hammered in my throat and my cock.

Selena turned her head and looked straight down at me with wicked affection. “Beg him, baby. Out loud. Tell Ravi exactly what you want him to do to your wife.”

My face burned. The words stuck, then tumbled out because I needed this as badly as she did. “Please, Ravi… breed her. Breed my wife. She’s been aching for a real cock all week. Push inside her and fill her up. I want to watch every second while you knock her up.”

Ravi’s dark eyes flicked to mine, then back to Selena’s open pussy. He didn’t move yet. Just let the fat head rest there, parting her folds, teasing. Selena’s free hand wrapped around his shaft and stroked him slowly, dragging the blunt crown up and down her slick slit so her cream coated him thicker with every pass. I watched, mesmerized and humiliated, as strands of her wetness stretched between his cock and her hole.

“Tell him the rest,” she ordered, voice husky. “Tell him how your little cock has never satisfied me. How desperate you are to see me get properly bred.”

I swallowed hard. My denied cock throbbed, leaking a single clear drop onto the floor. “My cock is small. Pathetic. I’ve never stretched you the way you need. I’ve never made you come the way he does. I want to watch Ravi’s thick cock split you open and pump you full. Please, Selena… please, Ravi… breed my hotwife while I hold her open for you.”

Selena moaned at the confession, hips rolling, painting more of her juices along Ravi’s length. “Good boy. Keep going. Look how wet I am for him already.”

Ravi leaned down over her then. Their mouths met in a deep, hungry kiss right above my head. I could hear the wet slide of tongues, the soft groan he fed into her when she sucked on his lower lip. Their bodies blocked the light; all I saw was the powerful line of his back, the way her nails dug into his shoulders, and that massive cock still rubbing slow circles against her entrance. My arms ached from holding her legs, but I didn’t dare ease my grip. This was my place—kneeling, serving, watching the superior man claim what I never could.

The dirty talk and the sight of her coating him pushed the air thick with need. Selena broke the kiss just long enough to look down at me again, eyes glassy with lust. “Feel how hard he is for me, Trent. Guide him. Put the head right where it belongs and beg him again.”

I released one of her legs only long enough to wrap my fingers around the base of Ravi’s cock. It was heavy, hot, veins ridged under my palm—twice the girth of mine, easy. I lined the swollen head up perfectly with her fluttering hole, feeling her pulse against him. “Please, Ravi. Breed her. Shove that thick cock into my wife and don’t stop until she’s full of your cum. I need to see it. I need to hear her tell me how much better you feel.”

Selena’s voice cracked with raw need. “Do it. Fuck me. Breed me while he watches and begs.”

Ravi’s hands clamped onto her hips. In one powerful thrust he drove every thick inch deep into Sophia—no, into Selena—burying himself to the root. She cried out, loud and shameless, back arching off the bench. I felt the jolt through her legs as I locked my hold again, keeping her spread wide open for him.

“Oh fuck—yes—so much better,” she moaned, staring straight at me while Ravi began to pound her in deep, merciless strokes. “Can you see it, baby? Can you see how his cock stretches me? Your little dick never reached this deep. Never filled me like this. He’s fucking me properly. He’s going to breed your wife right in front of you.”

Every wet slap of his hips against hers punched another whimper out of her. Her juices frothed around the thick shaft, dripping down onto the bench and onto my trembling hands. I watched the way her pussy clung to him on every withdrawal, pink and greedy, then swallowed him whole again. My own cock jerked untouched, leaking steadily now, balls tight and aching.

Ravi flipped her without pulling out. One smooth motion and she was on all fours on the breeding bench, ass up, facing me so she could lock eyes with me while he resumed pounding her from behind. Her tits swung with every thrust. She reached back with one hand to spread herself wider for him, showing me the obscene stretch of her married cunt around his cock.

“Lick,” she ordered, voice broken by pleasure. “Lick my clit while he fucks me. Lick his balls when they slap against me. And keep begging. Don’t you dare stop begging him to cum inside me.”

I crawled closer on my knees until my face was inches from the wet junction of their bodies. The scent of her arousal and his clean sweat filled my nose. I obeyed—tongue dragging over her swollen clit in time with his thrusts, then lower to lap at his heavy, swinging balls every time they slapped forward. Salty skin, the musk of sex, the vibration of her moans against my mouth.

“Please breed her,” I begged between licks, voice muffled and desperate. “Please flood my wife’s womb. Knock her up with your superior cum. She’s yours right now—use her, fill her, claim her. I’m nothing compared to you. Just let me watch and clean up after. Please, Ravi… cum deep inside Selena. Breed my hotwife.”

She was close already, walls fluttering, thighs shaking under my hands. Ravi’s rhythm turned savage, hips slamming hard enough that the bench creaked. Selena’s eyes never left mine. “He’s going to do it, Trent. He’s going to pump me full while you lick us. You’re going to watch your wife get pregnant by her bull. Keep begging—harder—”

I licked faster, tongue working her clit in frantic circles, then diving to suck one of Ravi’s balls into my mouth for a wet second before returning to her. My cock throbbed so violently I thought I might spill untouched, but I held back, waiting for permission that hadn’t come yet. Every thrust drove another thick inch past my face. Every moan from Selena was a knife of humiliation and arousal twisted deeper into me.

“Please,” I gasped against her dripping folds. “Please cum in her. Breed her. Fill her up until it’s leaking down my chin. I need it. I need to see your cum dripping out of my wife’s bred pussy. Please—Ravi—please knock her up while I serve you both—”

Selena’s voice rose into a near-scream of pure want. Ravi’s fingers dug bruises into her hips. The wet sounds of their fucking filled the room, filthy and relentless. I kept licking, kept begging, cock leaking a steady string onto the floor at their feet, the unbearable tension coiling tighter and tighter with nowhere to go yet—

Because he hadn’t flooded her.

Not yet.

I kept my tongue working frantically over Selena’s swollen clit, the taste of her thick and sweet, while Ravi’s heavy balls slapped wetly against my chin with every brutal thrust. My thirty-eight-year-old wife’s legs trembled in my grip. She was thirty-eight, a confident marketing executive who had chosen this, chosen him, chosen to make me kneel and serve while her twenty-nine-year-old bull claimed what my smaller cock never could. Ravi’s thick shaft pistoned in and out of her married cunt, stretching her pink lips obscenely around the veined girth. Every withdrawal left her hole gaping for a heartbeat before he slammed home again, driving a broken moan from her throat.

“Please,” I begged against her folds, voice raw. “Please breed her, Ravi. Flood my wife’s womb. She’s been aching for your superior cock all week. Fill her until she can’t take any more. I need to watch you knock her up right in front of me.”

Selena’s eyes locked on mine, glassy and triumphant. Her full breasts swayed hard with each impact. “You hear him, baby? My pathetic husband is begging for it. Keep licking. Taste how wet I am for a real man. Your little dick never made me drip like this.”

I obeyed, dragging my tongue lower to lap at the frothy juices coating Ravi’s shaft, then sucking one of his heavy balls into my mouth for a long, wet second. The clean salt of his skin mixed with her cream. My own neglected cock jerked and leaked a steady string onto the padded floor, balls drawn up tight and aching, but I didn’t dare touch it. Permission hadn’t been given. This was my place—kneeling, serving, humiliating myself while the dominant personal trainer fucked my hotwife into the breeding bench.

Ravi’s rhythm turned savage. His fingers dug deep bruises into Selena’s hips as he hammered her from behind, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the private room. “She’s so fucking tight around me,” he growled, looking down past her arched back to where I knelt. “Your wife’s cunt is gripping me like she never wants me to leave. You really never stretched her like this, did you?”

“No,” I confessed between desperate licks, face burning. “Never. My cock is too small, too pathetic. I’ve never filled her. Never made her scream like you do. Please—cum inside her. Breed Selena while I watch and clean. She’s yours. Use her womb. Pump her full of your superior seed.”

Selena’s walls fluttered hard around him. She reached back with one hand, spreading her ass cheeks wider so I could see every inch of that thick cock disappearing into her greedy hole. “He’s going to do it, Trent. He’s going to breed your wife. Keep begging harder. I want to hear how much you need it.”

I licked faster, tongue circling her clit in frantic time with Ravi’s thrusts, then diving again to bathe his swinging balls. “Please flood her. Please knock her up with your cum. I need to see it leaking out of her bred pussy. I need to taste it. My little cock is nothing—just let me serve while you claim her. Breed my hotwife, Ravi. Fill her until she’s dripping down my chin. Please—I beg you—”

Selena shattered first. Her scream tore free as her cunt clenched in powerful waves around Ravi’s pounding cock. Juices gushed over my tongue and down my chin. Her thighs shook violently in my hands. “Yes—fuck—I’m cumming on his thick cock—watch me, baby—watch your wife cum while he breeds me—”

Ravi roared and buried himself to the hilt. I watched, inches away, as his heavy balls drew up and pulsed. Thick ropes of cum flooded Selena’s womb in heavy spurts I could feel vibrating through her body. He kept grinding deep, pumping more and more into her, claiming her completely. Selena moaned through the aftershocks, eyes never leaving mine. “He’s doing it, Trent. He’s filling me. Feel that? Your wife is getting pregnant by her bull right now while you lick us clean. Keep begging. Tell him thank you.”

“Thank you,” I gasped, tongue still working her clit as Ravi’s cock throbbed inside her. “Thank you for breeding her. Thank you for filling my wife with your superior cum. She’s yours. I needed this. I needed to watch you claim her properly. Please—keep cumming in her. Give her every drop.”

Ravi stayed buried for long seconds, hips twitching as the last pulses emptied into her. Then he slowly pulled back. His thick cock slid free with a wet sound, shiny and half-hard, a thick rope of cum connecting the head to Selena’s stretched, dripping hole. Her pussy gaped slightly, the creamy load already starting to leak in pearly rivulets down her folds and onto the bench.

“Clean it,” Selena ordered, voice husky with spent pleasure. “Lick his cock clean first. Then eat every drop out of me. Show us how grateful you are that he bred your hotwife.”

I crawled forward without hesitation, mouth opening wide. Ravi’s cock was heavy and slick with their mixed juices. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked, tasting the thick, salty flood of his cum mixed with Selena’s cream. My tongue swirled, cleaning every inch as he watched down at me with dark satisfaction. I took him deeper, gagging softly on the girth that had just wrecked my wife, until the shaft gleamed clean. My own cock throbbed untouched, leaking steadily, the humiliation making it harder than ever.

“Good boy,” Ravi murmured. He stepped back just enough.

I turned immediately to Selena’s open, dripping cunt. She was still on all fours, ass presented, the thick creampie oozing from her well-fucked hole. I sealed my mouth over her and licked deep, tongue plunging into the flooded channel to scoop out Ravi’s load. The taste was heavy, musky, undeniable proof that my thirty-eight-year-old wife had been bred by a superior man while I begged for it. I swallowed greedily, sucking more of the thick cum from her as it continued to leak. Selena pushed back against my face, grinding her creampied pussy onto my tongue.

“That’s it,” she moaned. “Eat it all. Clean your wife’s bred cunt. Tell me how it feels knowing another man’s cum is in my womb.”

“It feels right,” I admitted between long, filthy licks, voice muffled. “You needed a real cock. You needed to be filled properly. My little dick could never do this. I’m so hard watching you drip with his cum. Thank you for letting me clean you. Thank you for making me beg while he bred you.”

I kept working until her pussy was mostly clean, though more cream slowly welled from deep inside. My jaw ached. My cock was purple and desperate, a constant string of precum connecting it to the floor. Selena finally rolled onto her back on the breeding bench, legs still spread, one hand idly stroking through the mess on her thighs. Ravi stood over us both, powerful and sated, watching the final humiliation.

Selena looked down at me with wicked affection. “You did so well, baby. You held me open. You begged. You cleaned. Now you can stroke that pathetic little cock. Cum on the floor while you look at my bred pussy. No touching me. Just make a mess for us while I show you what a real man left inside your wife.”

I scrambled onto my knees between her spread thighs, wrapping my fist around my smaller shaft. It felt inadequate even in my own hand after the thick cock I’d just cleaned. I stroked fast and hard, eyes locked on her glistening, slightly puffy folds where Ravi’s cum still glistened. The wet sounds of my fist, the sight of her wedding ring glinting as she spread herself open with two fingers to show me the cream still inside, the lingering taste of his load on my tongue—it all crashed over me.

“I’m going to cum,” I gasped. “Watching you get bred—knowing he’s filled you—my cock is so fucking pathetic compared to his—”

Selena smiled. “Cum for us, Trent. Show us how much you love being the husband who begs while his hotwife takes superior cock.”

I erupted with a broken cry, thick ropes of my weaker cum splattering uselessly onto the padded floor between her feet. Spurt after spurt, the orgasm ripped through me harder than anything I’d felt in years—pure humiliation and arousal twisted together. I milled every drop out, staring at the creampie still slowly leaking from her, until I was empty and shaking.

Ravi chuckled low. Selena reached down and lazily smeared some of the leftover cream across her clit with one finger. I stayed kneeling, chest heaving, the aftershocks still fluttering through my spent cock. The room smelled of sex and sweat. Selena’s legs remained open, her body marked by the hard fucking, Ravi’s hand resting possessively on her hip as he looked down at the mess I’d made.

I rested my forehead lightly against the edge of the bench, still tasting them both, the finality of it settling warm and heavy in my chest. She was bred. I had begged for every second of it. And in the quiet mid-afterglow, with cum cooling on the floor and her satisfied sigh floating above me, I knew this was exactly where I belonged.