33-Pack CHEATING Megabundle (11 page)

I leaned back in the chair and pleasured myself, thinking about what a handsome stud he was. I pictured my hands climbing all over his muscular chest. I'd feel his stubble on his face and he'd kiss my finger as it drew over his lips. I could feel his strong, yet soft hands reach out and gently caress my breasts.

My finger slowly slipped into my wet pussy. I pretended it was his as he pressed his masculine lips to mine. I could feel his hot breath on my mouth as he fingered me over and over to climax. Then, he laid me down and poised his massive cock at my entrance as I moaned into his mouth and told him to take me.

That was all my body needed to send me into a massive orgasm and it was all I could do to not cry out and call attention to myself. The kitchen dipped and swayed as pulses of energy rocked my body. Milk sprayed everywhere as my robe fell open, exposing my naughty secrets.

When it was over, I quickly covered myself up and looked around the room. I was grateful that no one had entered - I would've been mortified if they had. It took a few minutes to regain my composure and then, on shaky footing, I went off in search of the ladies' room.

Sitting on the toilet I touched myself again. I don't know what was triggering my horniness more - the fact that I was nearly naked in my dream man's house, or that my husband was negotiating for my bodily fluids. Whatever it was, I had another orgasm on the toilet. I wish that I could've leaned over into the washtub and emptied my full, aching breasts, but I knew that Bert would be emptying them for me soon.

When I was finished with the ladies' room, I started back to the kitchen, but thought I heard my name and listened in on their conversation. Shh! Don't tell anyone!

"I'm pretty sure my wife is ovulating, Bert. If you want to knock her up in addition, you can, but it'll cost you." I heard my husband say.

Oh my God! I pressed my hand to my mouth as my mind tried to comprehend what I just heard. He was talking about a baby! Did my husband just offer to let Bert inseminate my womb? What kind of harlot did he think I was? Although the idea of actually getting to feel Bert's huge cock inside my unprotected pussy was rather exciting.

Wow, was I really contemplating letting another man besides my husband take me? That's what sluts did, right? That's not what good-upstanding Christian housewives did, is it? After the initial shock, I decided to see if I could hear more.

My fingers instantly found my wet, cum-soaked pussy lips as I heard Bert's very hot, deep, masculine voice as it drifted across the parlor to my ears.

"Is ten thousand good?"

I mouthed the words ten-thousand dollars. Was he serious? Is he actually going to pay us for the privilege of impregnating me? What kind of dream was this? I'd have to be a fool not to want to carry the county's most eligible bachelor's baby around - especially for that amount of money.

"Plus expenses," I heard my husband say.

Wow, he was really playing hardcore. I had to give it to my husband. What he was doing might cause a ripple through the grapevine, but with that kind of money we could, indeed, move into the city. I started imagining life in the big city. My panties got wet just thinking about that.

I nearly swooned when I heard them shake hands as the word 'deal' was uttered by both men, followed by, "let me get my checkbook," by Bert. I quickly raced back into the kitchen and pretended to be sipping my cold coffee and reading the paper. I wondered how my husband was going to approach me about this.

"Honey," he said sweetly as he entered the kitchen. There was a noticeable smile on his face. "Are you all warmed up?"

"I'm good, thanks, dear." I decided to be blunt. If I was going to be fucking Bert, I wanted to get started.

"Can we talk in private?" I asked, standing up.

"Sure. Bert?"

"My bedroom is good. I'll just busy myself out here."

I noticed that Bert also had a shit-eating grin on his face. But I ignored that for the moment as I followed my husband into Bert's bedroom.

"Bert and I had a little talk," Jack started, but I shushed him.

"I know," I said, my legs trembling. I couldn't believe that any of this was happening. He raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. "I heard some of your talk - accidentally, of course, I was just passing by to the ladies' room." I took a deep breath and looked in my husband's eyes. "I just want you to tell me straight that you want me to take another man's baby in me."

Jack looked all around the room and it was clear that he was very uncomfortable.

"I'm not angry, Jack. I want this, too." I reassured him.

"You do?"

I nodded. "I've been fantasizing about him for a long time. Now look in my eyes and give me your permission to mate with another man and take his baby as our own."

He gave me the most relieved, heartfelt look that I'd ever seen before. "Yes, Peggy, I've made a gentleman's agreement that Bert can mate with you and knock you up in exchange for ten-thousand dollars plus reasonable expenses for the baby."

Even though I already knew the figure, I still had to suck in my breath. That was a hell of a lot of money. I nodded.

"But, there's one catch," he said and my heart suddenly sank even though I had no idea what it could be.

"What's that?" I squeaked.

"For a year, he wants you to personally deliver his morning milk and he gets to do whatever he wants with you for an hour."

I wrinkled my nose. "Even when I'm pregnant?"

He nodded. "Especially then. He says he has it bad for pregnant ladies. He said he wants you to be his personal Hucow."

"Hucow? That's a strange word."

"It means human cow," he explained.

"Can I see the check?" I asked. If that was all Bert wanted, this was going to be the easiest money we'd ever made.

He showed me the check for ten-thousand dollars and I almost swooned again. This was real, then? They weren't pulling my leg. "I take it that we'll need to wait for the agreement to expire before moving?"

"Yes, but we can make plans and get ourselves ready. Are you willing to take his baby for the team as it were?"

I nodded and kissed him passionately on his lips. "This doesn't affect our marriage, right?"

"Nope. Not in the slightest."

"Good," I said smiling, "get down to the bank and get that sucker cashed. I'll deal with Mr. Bachelor."

"Great!" He opened the door and walked out. "I'll be back in an hour or so. Knock his socks off. Show him what a hot Hucow you are!"

We both laughed.

*****

As soon as my husband left for the bank, I sidled up to Bert with my come-on eyes. "I hear you want me to be your Hucow?" I said in the sexiest voice I could muster.

He nodded. "I'm glad Jack told you. I wasn't sure how you'd react."

"To be honest," I said as I reached out to touch his body, "I really don't understand any of it. All I know is that I have the hots for you and we desperately need the money."

He smiled. "I thought--"

"You thought that a good-looking gal like me couldn't possibly be interested in a hot stud-muffin like you?" I reached my arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips.

He nodded as I felt his lips respond.

"You thought wrong." I kissed him and lifted my leg up just as I did in my mind every time. As far as I was concerned, this was an absolute dream come true.

"I love you," he said as our lips parted.

"Well, I'm married, but for an hour a day, I'll be your Hucow pregnant wife. How does that sound?"

He nodded and crushed my petite body to his, forcing the breath out of me. "I'd like that very much." He pressed his rock-hard abs against me and I could feel his stiff cock against my leg as my robe unceremoniously fell to the floor.

"Take me!" I cried as my body yearned to be dominated by him. "Cum in my unprotected, fertile womb!"

"Not yet." He pushed away and I pouted. "I want to milk you first. Come," he said as he bade me to follow. He took me to the kitchen where he brought out two milk pails and set them on the floor. "Fill them," he commanded in the deepest, most manly voice I'd ever heard.

"Sure," I said, picking them up.

"No, on the floor. On your hands and knees. Like a cow."

His voice was so deep and gruff that I trembled. This was weird, but for ten-thousand dollars, I'd pretty much do anything he asked me to. Who was I kidding? I would do anything.

"Like this?" I asked as he slipped my robe underneath my knees.

"Yes." Oh God I felt my heart leap as he approved. "Now, I want you to slowly start milking your breast with one hand. The left one first in the left pail. Then switch to the other breast."

Trembling under his stern, watchful gaze, I slid my hand over my familiar breast. Since it had been quite a while since I'd expressed it, it was swollen and very tender. The second I touched it, milk began to spray from it. I directed the streams toward the bucket he indicated and gave a sigh of relief when I felt the pressure deflate.

I hadn't noticed that he'd disrobed until he came around and began touching my naked, exposed flesh. First, my back and then my face. "Moo like a cow," he whispered in my ear.

Was he joking? This was too weird. However, I just thought of the money and it spurred me on. "Moooo!" I said and laughed.

"Do it again!" He commanded. "Each time you squeeze, moo."

I mooed again and again. This was actually fun. And stress-relieving, too. His hands soon found their way down to my ass and shivers raced up my spine. No man - other than my husband - had ever touched there. I let out a yelp as he spanked me out of the blue.

"What are you doing?" I looked back, angry.

"Bad cow!" He smacked my butt again, harder this time. "Keep milking and mooing!" He commanded and I obeyed. After all, I did tell him that for the hour every day that I would be his Hucow wife. What did I expect?

I mooed and yelped as his hand came down forcefully on my sore ass time after time. Soon, he stopped and rubbed it. Then he positioned himself behind me and took my breasts in his rough hands. Oh my word, this was glorious! What had I been missing by being faithful to Jack?

Lightly he pressed against my engorged tit-flesh and began massaging them. I reached around and took his phallus in my soft, feminine hand. It felt so big! We got in a rhythm; he stroked my breast, directing streams of milk into the pail and I stroked his big cock. All the while, I mooed for his pleasure.

After several minutes, my breasts were pretty much empty, he kissed me lightly on the lips and said, "lap it up."

"Excuse me?" I honestly didn't know what he was talking about.

"I want you to stick your head in the pail and begin lapping up your milk like a cow. And make it noisy."

I just looked at him for a moment as though he'd grown two heads. "Did you just--"

"Now!" He said sternly and I quickly let go of his cock and bent forward, sticking my face in the milk pail. I could smell my sweet milk. Of course I'd tasted it; what mother hasn't? But he wanted me to purposefully drink it? This was absurd!

"Oh, and continue with the mooing sounds, too," he said as he positioned himself right behind me. I closed my eyes and slowly reached out my tongue to taste my hot breast liquid. It didn't taste too bad. I remembered that he wanted it loud and for me to moo so I started doing that. I felt awfully silly.

"That's a good cow," he said as he touched his finger to my pussy from behind.

Oh my God! That lit my pussy on fire and a mini-orgasm shuddered through me.

"You like that, cow?" He shoved a finger up inside my married, ovulating pussy.

"Moo!" I said, nodding.

"You like it when the dominant bull pays attention to you, don't you?" He now stuck two fingers up inside me.

Again I mooed and nodded, squirming my butt around, hoping he'd push them in further. I really liked being degraded and made to be filthy at his command. I felt that - since I wasn't in control - I could just let myself go and enjoy it. If this was what he wanted me to do every morning, then I would be the best one-hour Hucow wife he'd ever seen.

"Stick it in!" I urged as I lapped my own milk from the pail.

He slapped me on the butt, stinging it. "Bad cow. Only speak when spoken to."

I nodded as tears spilled down my cheeks. I heard my voice echo as I moaned into the bucket when he pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his mighty cock. My husband was no slouch in the manhood department, but he was small compared to Bert. His cock-head pushed into my vagina forcefully, splitting my tight, married pussy. Well, it was only tight because it was so big.

"That's it, cow! Take your bull!"

I arched my back and lifted my butt as I lapped and mooed, trying to get his large cock in me further. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as he slammed his cock deep inside my unprotected belly. I cried out as he pounded me hard and fast. I was his slut and he knew it. I became subservient to his will and wanted only to please him.

He slapped my ass hard as he drove his massive cock deep into my pussy. When he got to my cervix, he did something no other man has ever attempted: he pressed inside. Through clenched teeth I tried to lap and moo, lap and moo. I was actually surprised that he was able to fit something so large inside my small cervix.

He wouldn't let me speak, so I grunted my approval and mooed as I pressed back into him, impaling myself on his monstrous cock. In and out, in and out he'd pull all the way out and then pound back in hard, his thick dick splitting my cervix. He seemed to derive pleasure from it and soon I found myself wanting him more and more.

Finally, he drove his cock as deep into my hole as he could get it, shoved my head down in the bucket and grunted. I could feel his shaft expand greatly and knew that his release was imminent.

Knowing how much it turned him on, I mooed and mooed until the cum burst forth from his cock and spewed into my naked, fertile womb. Oh God, no one had ever been that deep in me before and I was certain that I was pregnant. I wanted his baby more at that moment than I had ever wanted anything else in my life.