Fucked by a Stranger While Pregnant

Lately, this pregnant hotwife has had pregnancy cravings that have been hitting harder than I expected. It's not just food. It's not just mood swings. It's cock. Constantly. My hormones seem to have turned me into some kind of insatiable slut and honestly? I'm loving every second of it.

There's something about knowing my body is changing and growing, and at the same time being this greedy for sex--especially for being filled. My pussy has been wetter than usual, my orgasms more intense, and my need to be stretched and bred? You have no idea.

I've been keeping myself busy. Chatting with more guys than ever--on dating apps, socials, DMs. If they look good and sound decent, I'm flirting. And from there things are set into motion. I set a little personal goal: to have more sex than I've ever had before. And I'm well on track.

Of course, hubby knows all of this. He knows about my hormones. He knows how I get when I am pregnant. And of course he is always there, watching. He's the one filming half the time. And more often than not, he's either joining in, because I'm feeling fun or caged--exactly where he belongs.

That morning, like so many others, I had him cage up before leaving for work. But he tried to get out of it this time. Said he had a lot of walking ahead, a few big meetings, and maybe it wasn't the day to be locked up.

Cute.

I smiled, handed him his cage, and told him to be a good boy and do what he's told. So off he went, cock caged, wearing his pretty little black thong. We'd picked matching pairs recently and honestly? I love knowing he was wearing his while I had mine on too.

What he didn't know was that I had a little something planned.

I'd taken the day off. And I'd set up a date.

Around lunch, I messaged him: "Come home."

He replied almost instantly: "Why? Is everything okay?" A minute later came, "I'd prefer not to..."

Oh, poor thing. He must've sensed something.

So I sent him a little selfie--me checking into our regular hotel.

A second later: "I'll be 45 minutes."

And true to his word, he arrived just before my new friend did. He barely had time to sit in his favourite spot--the cuck chair every hotel seems to magically provide--before there was a knock at the door.

Hubby was still in his work clothes, cage clearly bulging under his thong and trousers, phone ready to record, heart no doubt racing. That mix of frustration, eagerness, jealousy and arousal I've come to love so much.

When my new friend arrived, we wasted no time.

He was tall--so tall--and I was instantly glad I'd chosen to wear my knee-high boots. Something I've always wanted to be fucked do. Be fucked in them. They made me feel powerful, even as I melted under his first kiss.

We kissed hard, deep, passionately, as I pressed against him. I could feel the heat building in my body already--my nipples hard, my pussy soaked. I wanted him. Needed him.

And I wanted hubby to watch every second.

I dropped to my knees, taking my time as I undid his pants and freed his cock. There's something about that first suck on a new cock that always gets me--the taste, the weight, the way it reacts when you first wrap your lips around it.

I was greedy for it.

I licked slowly from base to tip, swirling my tongue, making eye contact as I did. Then I opened wide and swallowed him whole, loving how easily my throat welcomed him. I let my spit run down the shaft, sucking deeper, louder--messy, wet, filthy.

I wanted hubby to hear every sound.

From the corner of my eye, I saw him shifting in his seat, legs squeezing together, his poor caged cock twitching helplessly. And that only spurred me on. I gagged a little on purpose, moaning around the cock in my mouth, knowing exactly what I was doing to my locked-up husband.

Once I had him nice and slick, my bull pulled me to my feet and spun me towards the wall.

Boots planted, hands flat on the cool surface, I arched my back and pushed my ass out for him--perfect height, perfect angle.

He slid into me.

And I didn't hold back.

I was loud.

I moaned with every thrust, gasped at how deep he was, how good he felt, how badly I'd needed this. I told him, too, and I made damn sure hubby could hear every word.

I could feel how full I was already, my pussy gripping him, greedy for every inch. And I knew, even then, that this was going to be a messy one.

When my legs started to tremble, he guided me over to the couch.

He sat back, and I climbed on top--straddling him, my thighs wide, my pregnant belly on full display.

I started riding him slowly at first, making sure hubby got a good long look. Then I picked up the pace--my ass bouncing, my tits jiggling, my wet pussy swallowing him over and over again.

I looked right at my husband as I fucked him. Locked eyes, smiled. Let him see exactly what I was doing--how much I was loving it, how badly I wanted more.

And I knew exactly what it was doing to him.

His cage must have been unbearable by now.

I could tell he was getting close. I could feel it--the way his cock started to throb deeper inside me as I rode him, the shift in his grip on my hips, the way his breathing got rougher. And god, it turned me on even more.

I leaned in, whispered in his ear, told him how good he felt, how badly I wanted his cum. I wasn't shy about it--not with hubby sitting right there. I wanted him to hear it all. To know that another man was about to fill his wife's pussy, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it.

My bull shifted us again, flipping me onto all fours on the couch. My boots pressed into the cushions, my back arched beautifully, belly hanging low, pussy dripping. I could feel hubby's eyes glued to the scene--watching my ass tilt up, watching another cock stretch me wide, watching me take it all like the filthy wife I am.

And when he started fucking me again--hard, fast, relentless--I lost it.

I was loud. So loud. I didn't hold back for a second. I wanted hubby to hear every moan, every cry, every wet slap of skin on skin. I told him--told my bull--how full I wanted to be, how badly I needed his load, how ready my pussy was to be bred.

And then it happened.

He slammed deep one final time, his cock buried to the hilt, and I felt it.

That first hot pulse.

Then another.

And another.

I moaned long and low as his cum flooded my pregnant pussy--thick, hot, endless. I could feel it coating my walls, spilling past the seal of his cock, dripping already. And god, it felt so fucking good. I stayed right there, panting, trembling, soaking it in, loving every second of it.

But I wasn't about to waste a drop.

I slid forward to the edge of the couch, legs still shaking, and called for hubby.

He was on his knees instantly. Still in his work clothes, cock still caged, eyes wide and desperate.

He crawled between my thighs, pressed his face to my soaked pussy, and started licking. Slurping. Moaning. Drinking it all down.

I could feel the cum leaking out of me, pouring into his eager mouth, and it was deliciously filthy.

And of course, I teased him.

"Good boy. He left a nice mess for you, darling."

"Lots of room in that pussy now too--he stretched me out nice and good."

"How's that taste? Mmm, does it taste good? That's a good boy."

He whimpered, nodded, licked deeper. His tongue was frantic, desperate to please me, desperate to get every last drop.

When I'd had enough, I reached for my phone and handed it to him.

"Show me how good you cleaned it up."

I watched the video back while he knelt there, flushed and needy. My bull had already gotten dressed, kissed me goodbye, and headed back to work. But for my little caged husband? The afternoon was far from over.

I pushed him back onto the couch and tugged his pants down, leaving him in just his cage and thong.

I knelt between his legs, ran my tongue slowly along the bars of his cage, teasing him mercilessly. I wanted him to squirm. I wanted him to beg.

"How did that feel, hmm?" I asked softly. "Watching your pregnant hotwife get filled like that?"

He gasped, trying to answer, but I didn't let him. I licked again, this time a long, slow stripe right across the tip of his leaking cock.

"Did you like the taste, baby?" I whispered. "Did his cum taste good from my pussy?"

He moaned--so desperate now, so needy, straining helplessly against his cage.

I smiled and sat back, using my boots instead. I rubbed the toe slowly up and down his cage, pressed the heel against the bars, teased him until his cock was literally drooling--clear drops spilling out and running onto my boots.

I traced a finger through the mess, brought it to my lips, and sucked it clean--all while holding his gaze.

"So small," I murmured. "Right where you belong. Just watching me get filled."

I reached down again, this time teasing his balls, circling his ass with my fingers. His breathing hitched, hips lifting slightly, desperate for more.

And that's when I told him--no sloppy seconds today.

He whimpered, begged, but I wasn't moved. Not yet.

Finally, when I decided he'd waited long enough, I uncaged him.

And the second I did--his cock sprang up, hard and twitching, red and leaking.

But oh, I wasn't done with him.

I made him hold his legs up--just like a good little bitch--and I started rimming him.

God, I love rimming. There's something about taking control like that--about owning him completely, about knowing he's helpless and exposed and loving every second of it.

I licked him slowly at first, teasing, then deeper, firmer, swirling my tongue as he gasped and trembled.

Then I started jerking him.

Soft, controlled strokes at first. Encouraging him. Whispering to him. Letting him get closer and closer.

And just as I felt him start to cum--I let go.

I released my grip mid-orgasm, and he gasped--hips thrusting into the air, cock twitching helplessly, cum spurting in short, broken bursts.

He whimpered, begged for me to touch him again, humping the air, desperate and ruined.

I waited. Watched. Smiled.

When he'd finally stopped twitching, I knelt again and flicked my tongue lightly over his tip--soft, slow, torturous.

He was a wreck.

And I was so damn proud of him.

He's come so far as a caged cuckold.

There's such a delicious joy in this role now--being his dominant, teasing wife, taking what I want, when I want, and leaving him aching for more.

And the best part?

I still get to be the submissive little slut for my bulls.

It's the perfect balance.

And I wouldn't change it for anything