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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 40
Overtaken By An Uncontrollable Lust For Pregnancy
I got involved with a lady I met by and by and we had a good thing going. She liked me enough and sex was always fulfilling. I'm a sub by nature and she is more dominant and we fit together. We made a trip to Italy together and we moved in together when we got back. We had a good thing going. It was my first long term relationship and it felt like I had finally found someone I could be with for the long term.
We bought a house together, too expensive for either one of us, out in the suburbs away from the neighborhoods we had been living in. Two ladies got some attention but after a while we blended into the background. We kept up our house, and yard and were quiet and didn't have a lifestyle that anyone objected to. I would say we felt the same way about our neighbors. After living there for two years I started to get a feeling I had never had before. I started to want to hug babies. My sister had a new baby and it tugged at my heart. My partner told me to go for it, just through caution to the winds and get pregnant, we could afford it and we got married in a backyard ceremony.
Picking a man, who would be the father to the baby is not easy. Not someone we know, not someone we don't know, and then there is the thing about genes. I lean heavily towards intellectuals and not jocks and my now wife suggested we should approach her boss. A fifty year old man, a lawyer, obviously well to do and smart. And he has that A type personality which I wanted. A go getter, not a wilted willow. At night, after a little bit of loving, my wife confessed to me that she and her boss used to slide under the sheets together. Mind you he is the only man she did it with, not to think of her as some whore.
It set me back, much more than you would think. I had no idea that she had been a long term lover with a man and she still had deep feelings for him, enough that she wanted him to get me pregnant. And the words 'get me pregnant' is exactly what she wanted, for him to have sex with me and get me pregnant. When I saw him kiss her he put his hand on her breast. She didn't shy away from him or take his hand off her breast. Surprise!!!, they still had that lovers intimacy.
My wife was 37 and I was 32, I told her frankly, why she didn't get pregnant? What held her back? if it was good for me, why not her? I told her that once she was pregnant then I would get pregnant, and I wanted to watch, watch him fuck her. I wanted to watch her be the sub for once, get her comeuppance. I wanted to see his dick inside her. I became obsessed with the thought and the desire. It wasn't enough any more, she had sex with him, let me watch.
He was all over her, he obviously wanted her. This was not sex like you see on porn. This was a man fucking my wife. The man that was going to fuck me later. No condoms, no birth control, fucking her during the height of her fertility. I watched as his dick went in her, I watched as his cum spilled out of her. There was no question that he got off to it, he wanted her pregnant. And when he fucked me it was no different. He fucked me to get me pregnant. And it felt good, I liked it, and once wasn't enough. I wanted her to watch while he enjoyed me.
My passion didn't cool for many months, way into the seventh month of my pregnancy, after my wife had already delivered. Once my baby was in my arms and I was nursing I called for her to let me nurse her baby, and put my baby to her tit. We were married, we had children, both children should be mothered together and nurse from our tits. We nursed for a year. After the 'babies' were walking. I couldn't quit and didn't let my wife quit either. It was either nurse or get pregnant. So I got pregnant again.
The drive was obsessive. I didn't care that it made us his lovers. He could fuck me all he wanted, but I would not allow any contraceptives or barriers or early withdrawals. He fucked to get me pregnant. He had sex with my wife, pretty normal amorous sex, boring sex, just fucking like a couple of love birds. FUCK HER I yelled at him, FUCK YOUR BITCH. But he didn't, he just fucked her normal. He fucked me like a bitch.
This feeling lasted five years, three kids, before it calmed down and a good long fuck was all I needed. My wife and her lover continue, I'm passed those days when I had to get fucked, I make love with my wife, or rather she makes love to me and a whole lot of pussy is far better than any amount of dick. Everyone is older, the kids are older, we are the most prolific on our block. We don't differentiate with my wife's son, as far as he is concerned he crawled out from between my legs not hers. I'm the mom figure, I remind them that every one of them nursed from me and I was the one changing their diapers.
If anything our marriage is stronger, in spite of her being half and half and has a 'husband'.
We bought a house together, too expensive for either one of us, out in the suburbs away from the neighborhoods we had been living in. Two ladies got some attention but after a while we blended into the background. We kept up our house, and yard and were quiet and didn't have a lifestyle that anyone objected to. I would say we felt the same way about our neighbors. After living there for two years I started to get a feeling I had never had before. I started to want to hug babies. My sister had a new baby and it tugged at my heart. My partner told me to go for it, just through caution to the winds and get pregnant, we could afford it and we got married in a backyard ceremony.
Picking a man, who would be the father to the baby is not easy. Not someone we know, not someone we don't know, and then there is the thing about genes. I lean heavily towards intellectuals and not jocks and my now wife suggested we should approach her boss. A fifty year old man, a lawyer, obviously well to do and smart. And he has that A type personality which I wanted. A go getter, not a wilted willow. At night, after a little bit of loving, my wife confessed to me that she and her boss used to slide under the sheets together. Mind you he is the only man she did it with, not to think of her as some whore.
It set me back, much more than you would think. I had no idea that she had been a long term lover with a man and she still had deep feelings for him, enough that she wanted him to get me pregnant. And the words 'get me pregnant' is exactly what she wanted, for him to have sex with me and get me pregnant. When I saw him kiss her he put his hand on her breast. She didn't shy away from him or take his hand off her breast. Surprise!!!, they still had that lovers intimacy.
My wife was 37 and I was 32, I told her frankly, why she didn't get pregnant? What held her back? if it was good for me, why not her? I told her that once she was pregnant then I would get pregnant, and I wanted to watch, watch him fuck her. I wanted to watch her be the sub for once, get her comeuppance. I wanted to see his dick inside her. I became obsessed with the thought and the desire. It wasn't enough any more, she had sex with him, let me watch.
He was all over her, he obviously wanted her. This was not sex like you see on porn. This was a man fucking my wife. The man that was going to fuck me later. No condoms, no birth control, fucking her during the height of her fertility. I watched as his dick went in her, I watched as his cum spilled out of her. There was no question that he got off to it, he wanted her pregnant. And when he fucked me it was no different. He fucked me to get me pregnant. And it felt good, I liked it, and once wasn't enough. I wanted her to watch while he enjoyed me.
My passion didn't cool for many months, way into the seventh month of my pregnancy, after my wife had already delivered. Once my baby was in my arms and I was nursing I called for her to let me nurse her baby, and put my baby to her tit. We were married, we had children, both children should be mothered together and nurse from our tits. We nursed for a year. After the 'babies' were walking. I couldn't quit and didn't let my wife quit either. It was either nurse or get pregnant. So I got pregnant again.
The drive was obsessive. I didn't care that it made us his lovers. He could fuck me all he wanted, but I would not allow any contraceptives or barriers or early withdrawals. He fucked to get me pregnant. He had sex with my wife, pretty normal amorous sex, boring sex, just fucking like a couple of love birds. FUCK HER I yelled at him, FUCK YOUR BITCH. But he didn't, he just fucked her normal. He fucked me like a bitch.
This feeling lasted five years, three kids, before it calmed down and a good long fuck was all I needed. My wife and her lover continue, I'm passed those days when I had to get fucked, I make love with my wife, or rather she makes love to me and a whole lot of pussy is far better than any amount of dick. Everyone is older, the kids are older, we are the most prolific on our block. We don't differentiate with my wife's son, as far as he is concerned he crawled out from between my legs not hers. I'm the mom figure, I remind them that every one of them nursed from me and I was the one changing their diapers.
If anything our marriage is stronger, in spite of her being half and half and has a 'husband'.
