Pregnancy Lust: How My Wife Turned Me into Her Prostate Slave

Our bedroom glows dim under candlelight. Three years ago, her pregnancy hit hard. Doctor’s orders: no sex, no exertion. Six months of torment. But ‘big hugs,’ he said. Her hands on me. Only her hands. Heart pounds as she kneels between my spread legs. Skin slick with sweat. She strokes slow at first. Innocent. Then fierce. Grip tightens. Thumb circles my head. Balls cupped, tugged. Breath ragged. Mine races. Hers hot on my shaft. Sucks deep. Teases with tits. Nipples graze my tip. Control slips. She owns it. Decides my edge. Thirty minutes of agony-ecstasy. I explode. Rope after rope. She doesn’t stop. Gland screams sensitive. ‘Stop,’ I gasp. Ignores. Kisses it. Smears cum on her face. Leans in. Lips crash. Salty flood in my mouth. Her tongue pushes it deep. Vice grips me. Second orgasm rips violent. Pain-pleasure blur. She smiles. Power surges in her eyes. Weeks blur. Sessions intensify. She thrives on dominance. My cock, her toy. Heart hammers. Skin burns where she touches.

Eyes shut for focus. Missionary pose. Knees to shoulders. Vulnerable. Exposed. Her hand pumps steady. Free fingers trail balls. Down. Circles my hole. Shiver electric. Slow. Teasing. I whimper. New fire. She abandons shaft. Devotes to rim. Tongue wet. Probes. Thumb slips in. Dilated. Lubed. Gland pulses. Vision blurs. Her face buried under balls. Eyes lock on my ass. Hungry. I cambre. Push back. She penetrates. Tongue, finger, thumb. Alternates. Guttural moans escape. Two fingers. Three. Stretching. Deep thrusts. I scream. Texture shifts. Eyes snap open. Mirror reflects: me on all fours. Her hips buck. Strap-on gleams. Sodomizes me. Her face—pure lust. On edge herself. Positions shift. Doggy savage. Missionary deep. Side grind. Me riding her. Insults fly. ‘Take it, slut.’ Cock throbs untouched. Balls ache. Switch doggy. Prostate milks. Cum erupts. Endless jets. Sheets soak. She fingers herself. Orgasms instant. Waves crash. Body convulses. Biggest release ever. Heat radiates. Skin feverish.

The Slow Burn of Forbidden Touch

Calm descends slow. Bodies slick. Breath steadies. Her lips on my cheek. Tongue laps cum. Kiss lingers. Guilt flickers then fades. She confesses: forums fueled her. Women share. Men crave it. Shame burns off. We dive deeper. Doggy perfect. Her view ideal. Fatigue low. Post-birth, belly huge. Penetration tough. But old ways reign. Bath first. Her massage melts me. Bedroom waits. Candles flicker. Mirror watches. Oils slick. Blowjob builds. All fours. Face to mirror. Her tongue invades ass. I arch. Dilate. She tongue-fucks. Fingers follow. Three deep. Gode appears. Thrusts relentless. Orgasms hands-free. Now routine. Double dildo shared. Mutual sodomy. Pregnancy bloomed her wild. Me? Utterly hers. Skin still tingles. Heart remembers the blaze. Unique. Devouring. Ours forever.