Born To Be Bred
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Karen has been a hotwife for several years, having sex with men while her husband watches. But now she wants more. A chance encounter with a young black stud in a coffee shop gives her the chance to make her ultimate fantasy a reality – naked, unprotected sex with a stranger. She’s ready…to breed. More
Karen has been a hotwife for several years, having sex with men while her husband watches. But now she wants more. A chance encounter with a young black stud in a coffee shop gives her the chance to make her ultimate fantasy a reality – naked, unprotected sex with a stranger. She’s ready…to breed.
ADULTS ONLY. A 6,200-word short story. Contains very strong language, unconventional relationships and explicit sexual situations between consenting adults over the age of 18.
We grinned at each other; half nervous, half flirting. I playfully sipped at my espresso. “Are you a real man, Jason?”
“110%, baby, even though that’s not even mathematically possible. Don’t let these youthful dimples fool you.”
I took a deep breath. This was it - time to come clean. “Okay,” I sighed. “Let’s be honest here. I’m married and you’re not looking for a serious relationship with a woman fifteen years older than you, correct?”
He raised his eyebrows. “I don’t want to have an affair with you, either. Your husband may have something to say about it.”
I placed my hand on his. “No need. What if there was a way for us to both have a little fun with no commitment, no affairs, no recourse. What would you say?”
“I love my husband. I’m no cheat. But I do have sex with other men.”
His jaw dropped. “What? You’re kidding, right?”
I shook my head. “Nope. Let’s just say we have an open relationship.”
“You mean...you’re swingers?”
I raised my hand in protest. “No, no, no. I’m what you’d call...a hotwife.”
He laughed. “I wouldn’t dispute that. You certainly are.”
“No, I don’t mean literally - but thanks for the compliment. It’s a term. It means I have sex with other men with my husband’s permission.”
He leaned forward. “Wait...you have sex with other men? But he doesn’t have sex with other women?”
“Exactly. Hence we’re not swingers.”
“Sounds like you get the better end of the deal.”
I screwed my nose up. “I know. Cool, huh?”
“And does he get turned on by this?”
I nodded, finishing the last of my espresso.
I sat back in my chair. “Sometimes, yes.” I saw his eyes fall to my cleavage, my inviting breasts pushed together inside my plunging black dress by a lacy bra. He looked back at me.
“Would he watch us?”
I licked my lips and parted them slowly before answering. “Yes.”
He took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. I leaned forward.
“We could do this tonight, Jason. The hotel room is already booked and my husband is waiting. He won’t be allowed to join in - he can only watch.” I ran a high heel up his leg, pushing his thighs apart beneath the table, and gently rested it on his cock.
“I want you, unprotected inside me. I want your naked cock deep in my white, married pussy. I want you to come inside me...I want you, Jason. I want you to take me and fill my fertile womb with your black seed.”
His bulge was undeniable. I had him where I wanted him.
“Do you want me, too?”
The faintest of smiles appeared as he spoke. “Yes, Karen. I do.”
Relief washed over me. “Then let’s get moving. Your coffee’s getting cold.”
He stood up, adjusting his crotch. “Screw the drink. Let’s go.”