Spontaneous Wives

Wives get to thinking about how life is too short.

Based on the works of CoyoteHoward. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

Jenny & The Barbeque Gathering

It was the picture of Americana in southwest Idaho.

A partly cloudy sky, with more sun than shade. Deep green grass. Horses munching away in the pasture while the kids, whose ages ranged from 2-16, played on the trampoline and playset.

The husbands primarily were under the porch overhang, gathered around the grill, while Osvaldo and his 8 year old son Elliot jokingly played corn-hole in the grass.

Their wives were on the furniture on the other end of the porch, doing as women do, keeping an eye on the children for the most part and enjoying their own trials and tribulations. Most of which focused on family dramas, future plans and prices for various groceries.

"Yeah, so what I'd like to do," Brady said, beginning to flip the burgers from the top left, "is kinda what you did, but I'd like to do 4 rails instead."

Steve nodded and took a drink of beer from his Payette Brewing Co. bottle. He absentmindedly watched Brady do so, his left thumb tucked into the front pocket of his jeans, shifting his cowboy booted feet to equal distribution instead of one leg being cocked slightly. His slight belly showed his 36 years of age, and while he didn't like it, and wished he could find the consistent motivation to work out, his wife didn't mind, and his shirts still fit, including the plain white t-shirt he wore now.

"Yeah I don't mind the three, but the three inch- I wish I'd of been able to afford the three and a half," Steve said, shifting the bottle to his left and adjusting his multicam hat on his head, though it needn't be done. His brown, fade cut hair wasn't bothering him, it was more just a habit.

"You did your fence yourself?" Jeff asked. He was blond, worked out tons and was wearing a polo, cargo shorts and flip flops.

Steve nodded, "Yeah the little mustang got out suddenly last year, little shit."

The women meanwhile were discussing flowers.

"I'm so jealous of your little play area Jenny," Hannah said, taking a sip of her soda.

She was married to Brady, and three of the tikes running around were hers. She was 36, was 5'7" and 133 pounds. She knew she was attractive, as all the women here were, but her husband appreciated her the most, and that's exactly the way she prefered it.

They'd been married for well over 10 years, he was the father of all her babies, and they led a great life.

"Well it's been a lot of work, but yeah, it's coming together," Jenny said. "We've done a ton of work just to try and keep the weeds away." Her husband was Steve, and as she finished her sentence she looked over at her man.

They'd been together the longest of the group of six couples, having been dating since junior year of high school, over 18 years prior. They had the second oldest child there, at 15, and the second youngest as well, a three year old girl.

They'd been the ones to leave though, he going into the Army right after high school and finally leaving six years prior, and they'd all reconnected.

Steve was still her king though, and she his queen, as they routinely told each other. Even now, as Heather, a half-asian, half-hispanic woman asked her about the newest berry they'd planted Jenny couldn't help but think about what her king had done to her last night, and her panties got warm under her flowery, blue, spaghetti-strapped sundress.

Steve noticed her looking at him, and flashed her a smile, giving his queen a fun wink.

And that's why she couldn't help but love him. He just did those little kinds of things that other men didn't with their wives. Sure he had a temper, he played video games, his memory was horrible.

But his positives more than made up for it.

"I'd like to plant blackberries, especially if they have uh, no thorns," Amanda winked, and took a bite of potato salad. She was a short, slightly heavy black haired woman married to Osvaldo.

She looked over and saw her son and husband playing cornhole still, though Jeff and Joe had gone over to play with them. They were married to Heather and Ellen, respectively, to Amanda's left.

"Yeah me too," Hannah said, to which the others laughed slightly.

"Bullshit," Kelly said, deciphering the code words; "You have too much going on already. Brady would strangle you!"

"Oh he'd be a little upset, but he always cools off," Hannah said, chuckling.

But Jenny couldn't get the thought out of her mind now. The thought of how Steve had taken extra care to put the baby to bed, to not play Mass Effect, and to take her to bed.

He'd sweetly pulled her jeans off, then nuzzled and licked at her cunt through her panties until she'd cum, THEN he had proceeded to have his way with her, bringing her off several more times before finishing off inside her.

She imagined she could still feel his cum, making her wetter still.

She suddenly looked at the whole situation. At everyone around her and the thought of them getting old, tired, and ending...

"Hannah, watch Claire for me. I'm gonna go get fucked silly in your powder room," she said, locking eyes with her friend and rising with a slight smirk.

Hannah's eyes went wide as she choked slightly and let out a huge smile.

"What?!" she exclaimed, but Jenny was already striding across the patio to her man.

"Did she just-"

"What did she say?"

"Whoa!"

"Hahaha! Oh shit she's really doing it!"

Jenny had reached Steve, grabbed him by the belt buckle with one hand and had begun leading him away, walking forward as if leading a stud to a mare.

"Hey babe, whoa, what's up?" he asked.

She turned and smirked a small smile at him, and she knew it achieved the desired affect. Her intentions must have been written all over her face, because he couldn't help but put his beer down and follow, his own smile bursting forth.

She lead him through the door and didn't give him time to properly shut it, but he was able to with a strong hand.

"Jen, what are you doing?" Steve asked, grabbing her wrist. She was closer to her target though.

"I need you," she said, suddenly breathless as she kissed him deeply, her sexy body pressing up against his.

She made sure to press her bra'ed 34C breasts into his chest, her left hand around his back, her right up in his short hair.

Steve's hands went around her pinched waist first, then his left up her side and back while his right went around and down to her plump ass, cupping and kneading.

She moaned at the touches, then broke the french kiss and backed away towards the half-bath by the front door.

Steve followed eagerly and suddenly they were in the little bathroom, finding the light and locking the door behind them.

"Hun, what's gotten int-ohh shit!" Steve started, but she hushed him by immediately dropping to her knees, and getting his jeans undone.

"Damn girl, the fuck has gotten into you suddenly?" he asked, as she got the front of his pants open, not pausing and pulled down his underwear too. But his hands went to her head, lightly rubbing the sides and back encouragingly.

"Can't I just want my husband?" she asked before throating his semi-hard, 6 inch cock in one go.

"Ah fuck," he said, his biology taking over for a moment as he thrust his hips an inch forward, his hands tightening on her head.

Her tongue was going crazy on the underside of his shaft, the tip even coming past her bottom lip slightly to lick his balls as much as she could, and he got rigid hard in moments.

He gasped and breathed as if he were in pain, but she knew he wasn't. Jenny didn't give him head very often, so this must be a real treat for him. Though truth be told, this was a means to an end. She bobbed her face on his crotch for a dozen or so pumps, until she felt his cockhead nudge the back of her throat. That end was now.

She rose, looked him in the eye as her right hand grasped his hard prick, some of her hair in her eye as she did so, stroking it in short strokes as she turned to the vanity and mirror.

God she looked slutty. One of her spaghetti straps had fallen off her shoulder and her lips were an excited red from having just been stretched in an obscene 'O' around his magnificent cock.

But she could still FEEL her sex drive though, his taste still in her mouth. Her boobs were hypersensitive in their confines, feeling wonderfully constrained as she breathed, and her panties were probably soaked through.

She pulled up the hem of her dress and bent over the counter, looking back at him over her right shoulder.

"God, just fuck me. Fuck me!" she said, "I need it."

Steve couldn't refuse this personification of pure lust in front of him. She wasn't his wife in this moment. She was a bitch in heat. A mare in season. And he was going to give her the beast she needed.

He grabbed her brief-cut panties with both hands and yanked them down with animalistic urgency to her feet, where she stepped out with one sandaled foot.

He then rose and put his right hand to her cunt, immediately confirming how wanton she was by the heat and wetness he found there, easily one of the wettest times he'd ever seen her.

"Oh fuck," she said, finding her own lustful gaze looking back at her in the vanity mirror, feeling his fingers run through her sex from her clit(which he brushed ever so slightly) right up to her asshole. She knew he must've thought about playing with it, as she'd let him take her ass several times in the past year, finally.

But he didn't linger, instead he stepped right up to her bent over body and slid his steel hard cock into her cunt, all in one go.

"Oh! Oh fuck! Oh god that feels soo good!" she practically screamed, but huskily.

His hands went to her wide hips, finding her pelvic bones that made the perfect obscene handles, beginning to piston her cunt, slowly.

But she wanted more, she wanted to be fucked, and fucked well.

She looked over her shoulder at him, "Steve, god damnit, Fuck me!" With each stressed word she pushed herself back on his cock, sparks flying from her sopping cunt through her body as she did so as his rod plowed her depths.

Out at the patio, the ladies’ conversation suddenly halted when the screams and moans were faintly heard coming from the little vent, high on the side of the house. It piped the narrative from the powder room, just on the other side of the brick exterior. First Claire took notice, then all the ladies went silent, their devilish grins showing their vicarious delight. A couple of the guys noticed the silence over at the other end of the covered patio, then all the guys heard the faint echo of a raging hormonal woman’s voice could just barely be heard yelling; “Steve, God damnit. Fuck me!”

Jenny was rewarded with her stud pulling her hips back so that she'd fall backwards if he wasn't there, cock lodged inside her. Her hands were wrapped tightly around the spout of the faucet, now somewhat in front of her as her hair swung with his thrusts. Her tits were swaying as much as her bra would allow, and the pulling on her chest added to her sexual experience. The thumb of her left hand subconsciously rubbed the underside of the chrome spout, but in her entranced state, she imagined it was Steve’s turgid cock.

In moments he was fucking her hard. Fast. Making her ass jiggle with every impact of his pelvis. She felt his cock running though her with abandon, the heat from her cunt quickly turning into a fire, then a blaze, until stars burst in her vision and she screamed a carnal, drawn out "ah" in orgasm, her legs shaking uncontrollably. “Steve, you beast!” she screamed in satisfaction.

Her hands slipped as they clenched and gripped the sink, Steve stepping up as her hips were pushed forward against the edge of the counter.

Whereas moments before she'd cum from her assertive pushing back, now she was trapped with nowhere to go. More precisely, her hole couldn't get away from the prick fucking it.

Jenny realized that she'd be forced to cum at least again, maybe more even. Her king had slowed as he'd trapped her, bringing his hands up to her shoulders and finding new grips with which to pound her.

She looked up and saw her sweaty self in the mirror again, her jaw dropped open as she breathed heavy with sexual arousal, her whole body jarring with each impact of Steve's hips against her ass.

God she was so sexy, and her cunt was doing such a good job of clenching around the invader, her body doing as it was designed to do, trying to bring the penis inside it to orgasm. Her hole wanted his semen. That was its purpose, to get fucked and filled by cum, so she could carry his child.

And it was working, her own voice raising with every fourth or fifth quickening thrust as she felt her second orgasm building in her depths, Steve's cock hitting amazing pockets of nerves inside her.

It suddenly was upon her as her left hand pressed against the mirror, her right coming around to grab Steve's hip as her cunt exploded in pleasure, her eyes wide. She rocked herself back as he tried to pull out for another thrust, trying to keep him inside her as she came, throwing her head in an out of control nodding motion and half panting, half exclaiming "ahs.”

Steve for his part wasn't faring well on holding out. He regularly told Jenny that her orgasms would collect massive amounts of cash on the internet, and they usually brought him off. But Jenny had never been this needy before, and though she did have bouts of increased sexual activity, this was a whole new level.

As she came again for the second time, the thrashing of her head, her hair flying and her hand on the mirror, almost got him.

It was her hand landing on his right side, hip and ass cheek coupled with her rocking cunt clenching on his shaft that got him. He slammed forward to the hilt as his cum rose from his balls, rocketing down his weapon until it fired into her hot sheathe.

Again and again it fired, "Oh yeah! Uh! Uh! Uh! Take it baby!" he said through blurred vision and clenched teeth.

Out on the patio, the ladies were squirming; embarrassed, but getting aroused. Claire was frustrated when she had to go comfort a child who tripped and fell in the play area; “Tell me what I’m missing, Kelly.”

In the powder room, Jenny was affirming Steve’s virility; “Ram it in me, Deeper!” And though she hadn't fully finished her orgasm, it had been ending, that is, until she felt her man begin to fill her.

"Oh! Oh god! Oh fuck, it's, so hot! Oh fuck Steve!" she seethed, feeling him pumping his seed into her. Her cunt suddenly went taught and rippled against the tool that had penetrated it, sending Jenny into another fit of orgasm, catching her off guard as her legs finally gave way, coming off the floor and slightly spurring Steve's calves as all she could experience was the ultimate, womanly pleasure. Through blurred vision she looked at the mirror her face was resting on, her tits as well as her weight was mostly on her hips.

Steve smiled as he fired his last shot of cum into his wife, enjoying her multiple orgasm as he rubbed the small of her back right before it went into the crack of her ass, reveling in the clenching of her cunt.

"Ha ha, fuck yeah, you're awesome baby," he said, taking a deep breath as his heart rate came down.

She slowly relaxed until her feet came down to the floor again, finally taking her weight. She came upright, allowing Steve to pull himself free of her depths before turning around and leaning back on the counter.

"Umm, holy shit, that felt so good," she said, smiling.

"You're damn right about that," Steve said, reaching down to pull up his underwear and jeans. "What got into you?"

"Nothing, I just, I was looking at you," Jenny said, finding her own panties around her right foot and stepping back into them. "And I suddenly thought about how short life is. I wanted to be taken, and I didn't want to wait."

He chuckled as he finished buckling his belt, "Jesus. Fuck that was good. You drained the shit out of me."

"Mmm, and you fucked the hell out of me. Whew!" she exclaimed, finally seating her panties comfortably and pulling the strap of her dress up onto her shoulder.

Steve stepped forward and kissed her, her left hand coming up to his cheek. His groin pressed into hers and a light heat radiated from her cunt again.

"Um, stop it!" she smiled at him, pushing him away, "Argh, you do that anymore and I'll need you to fuck me again."

He unlocked the door and they stepped out, a couple heads on the porch turning their way, followed by the rest.

When they came out onto the porch, hand in hand, everyone clapped as if they'd put on a performance, then laughed openly at their friends, with some light cheering from both the girls and the guys, to which they both blushed But laughed as well.

Steve brought Jenny back to her bench next to Hannah and sat her down, then kissed her hand sweetly before stepping away.

Brady promptly high fived him. “Steve You beast!”

"Dude fuck yeah!" he said enthusiastically, then took a bite from his cheeseburger, "Food's ready!"

"Dude Steve, you really just go fuck your wife just now?" Osvaldo said, holding a plate of chips, cheeseburger and veggies but not eating anything.

"Yeah, she just, she wanted it, man," Steve said, sort of shrugging and finding his warm beer, enjoying the sip nonetheless.

"That's awesome," he said looking at his wife who'd heard him, her already watching him.

"Don't you be getting any ideas!" Amanda shouted at him with a smile, and everyone laughed.

Ellen handed Jenny her half-full drink, saying; “Yeah, take it baby!” quoting Steve’s very words from 10 minutes ago. The gals all broke out laughing.  Jenny blushed & felt both violated and riddled with questions.

Ellen just pointed up to the 4 inch vent opening, high on the wall. Jenny’s face said it all. But she quickly recovered and decided to own it. She recovered her proud continence and took a big swig of her iced tea and winked back at Ellen.

"Seriously, what came over you Jenny?" Ellen asked her. She and Joe were the most religious and reserved of them all.

Jenny half shrugged, feeling her man's cum begin to seep out of her well fucked, wet cunt.

"What? He's mine, and I wanted him. And I didn't want to wait," she said, meeting the prudish woman's eyes.

"But what even started that?" Amanda asked next, her four five year old son running up to her and wanting a sudden bite.

"I just, I suddenly had a thought about how short life is. And why wait?" Jenny said, Claire having toddled over for the same.

Hannah's eyes drifted to her husband.

"Not to start like, a thing, but you're pretty right," she said, and gave Jenny a knowing look before rising herself and sauntering over to Brady.

Jenny just laughed, the other women commotioned, and as Brady smiled the largest shit eating grin, he handed the spatula off to Jeff and they went inside.

By nightfall, the powder room was a new code-word that every couple knew the meaning of. As the guests said their farewells, everyone hoped the groups would do this again, soon; and often. The group had some unspoken standards of discreteness, and the circle of friends were clearly monogamous and faithful to marital sanctity. But no one left that night with any shame about their coupling priorities.

The next morning at church, they were all as devoutly religious as the widows in the front pew. Yet daydreaming fantasies for some Sunday afternoon delight, after lunch and settling the kids for a nap or a long movie.

Hannah Goes Buck Hunting

Several weeks later, Hannah and Brady had decided to get away from the kids for a bit.

These hunting trips were fun, and more than just camping. Brady always needed something more than camping, and when he was happy the family was happy. For Hannah though, as the mom, this was a ton of work.

If she thought about too much, she'd work herself up into a pissy mood, and she had goals with this ride.

Brady had wanted a new ATV after they'd gotten rid of their first two and trailer, so she'd stated he could, but they'd have to discuss having a third baby.

And they had discussed it. He wanted to wait, she didn't want that much of a gap between the kids.

It was an on-going discussion, but overall they were happy together and with their lives.

The two of them bounced along the dusty trail with their ATV plume of dust being carried off by the warm eastern Idaho wind. She rode behind him, sunglasses on her pale green eyes and shoulder-length, platinum blonde hair in a bun, clutching his body to stabilize herself and to enjoy the closeness. And also to enjoy the angle of her jeaned hips on the seat, her legs spread naturally due to the design of the machine. Her clit pushed deliciously into the foam, the vibrations continually sending tiny shocks through her system.

He in turn enjoyed her body against his, and especially her white tank top covered, C cup tits being pressed into his shoulder blades. Little did he know her nipples were getting harder and harder against her bra with each minute they rode.

It was at this moment that Hannah thought of the BBQ from several weeks before, and how her friend Jenny had suddenly pulled her husband Steve into their powder room and had sex with him.

The boldness of it had ignited something within Hannah herself, who'd in turn taken Brady upstairs and allowed him to plow her vigorously. They'd both cum, her several times, in a matter of minutes. Their friends had given both couples good natured grief for their impetuousness, and it was of course still hinted about.

Neither couple really cared though.

And as Hannah thought of that day, she did the math and realized today was one of her most fertile.

They came up to a bend in the trail with a gorgeous view of a whole ridge and Brady pulled the ATV over to a stop. He rose and climbed off, getting his binoculars out and began glassing the hillside.

Hannah made her decision and hiked her leg over the seat in order to put her left toe on the heel of her right boot, slipping it off, then followed by the other. She stood on the floorboard and undid her jeans, sliding them and her plain bikini cut grey panties over her plump MILF ass and down to her ankles.

She reached down, pulled her boots back on then pulled her leather belt from her jeans. She seated it around her shapely hips, then reached under her tank top and unclasped her bra, pulling it free and onto the floorboard of the machine with her jeans and underwear.

Lastly, she pulled the front of her top down so her tits were exposed. What warm blooded male could resist?

She walked up to Brady and without ceremony knelt in front of him, staying on her feet so she was kneeling obscenely, her knees spread wide.

The breeze had made most of the noise she'd made imperceptible to her husband, he only noticing when she'd come near, and that wasn't out of the ordinary.

What was unusual was his fly suddenly being undone, his glassing immediately stopped to look at his mostly undressed wife fishing his eight and a half inch cock out of his boxers and jerking it off as she looked up at him with a smile.

"Brady?" She asked coyly, kissing his quickly hardening mushroom head. "Can I please suck your cock?"

"Hannah, what the fu - uh fuck," Brady said, her tongue running up the length of his shaft before twirling around the end, her hand still clasped around the base. "Uhh, uh, fuck woman. Ahh god damn!"

She'd not really waited for his permission, engulfing as much of his cock inside her hot, wet mouth as she could. She wasted no time in bobbing her head, keeping her hand at the base to keep herself from gagging.

She'd had a bit of a wild youth, but she was still human and maintained a healthy gag reflex.

Brady though had gone from looking for antler tips in his 10 by 50 binos to suddenly having his tool worked over by his wife.

But she sure didn't look like his wife in this moment. He could see glimpses of her boots on her feet, her naked ass with just her belt around her sexy waist. Her boobs were out of her shirt and while her one hand was around his meat her other was down in her crotch, moving in the telltale motion of frigging herself.

It was several minutes later, when she was looking up at him with those pretty green eyes, moving her face along his fully hard cock when she stood her body up, remaining bent over at the waist and blowing him at the same time, her tongue playing along the underside of him. He couldn't take it anymore and needed to act.

He dropped the optics and grabbed her head with both hands, taking charge and pushing her down himself with force, her hand having nowhere to go but to his thigh to steady herself as she fully gagged and choked.

Brady didn't care in the moment though, feeling the back of her throat hit his tip and shoving further anyway. When she coughed it opened her up and he went further, her nose finally pushing into his stomach.

He thrusted several times into the fuck hole that was her mouth before he let go of her, allowing her air and a reprieve.

*Cough!* "Fuck baby!" *cough cough!* "Got you going huh?" She spat out, standing upright.

But Brady was the man in their house. She was his woman.

She'd wanted to fuck around? Well she was about to find out.

He pushed Hannah towards the ATV, her stumbling the several steps with his force, her hands going to the side of the rear rack before being able to turn towards him. His eyes had a different look to them as she leaned her ass up against the metal rack.

"You sure the fuck did," he said, not pausing or asking.

He grabbed her left leg and lifted it, unceremoniously plunging his cock inside her sopping wet cunt all in one glorious thrust as her booted foot rested on the floorboard.

"Ah! Oh, god!" Hannah screamed, her slit so lubed by her thoughts and ministrations that all she felt was pleasure as her tunnel was stretched around the invader.

Brady grabbed her right hip as he wasted no time, slamming into his wife with hard, forceful pounds. If she wanted to act like a slut, he was going to fuck her like one.

"Ahh yeah, fuck yeah baby," he said, hips pumping away at Hannah's gash now with more speed instead of strength, savoring the feeling of her heat wrapped around him properly.

"Oh, fuck," she said, her whole body moving with each hump. "You, feel, so, good. Ah, ah, ah. You're, gonna-a, make, me, cum, ah fuck!" she said, then screamed.

She was orgasming. Here in the woods and wilds of Idaho. Being taken by her mate like countless females from eons prior, her flesh milking the organ that would make her round with child.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh" he merely said, satisfying his basest instinct, his length mostly buried within her quivering and gripping snatch.

Again it was her eyes, her eyes that caught his at the tail end of her climax, squinted with exertion and pleasure but opening enough to see his that, combined with her words, made him unable to hold back.

"Do it Brady. Give it all to me."

"Ugh-fuck! Huh-huh-huh-huh!" he gritted through his teeth as his balls boiled and his seed rocketed out of him and into the canal of his female.

He was thrusting wildly, gripping her ass more than her hip as he pumped her body full of potent semen, eventually coming down and catching his breath.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. God, damn. That was amazing," he said, spent.

But Hannah was a woman. And right then she was a woman on a mission.

She brought her left leg down to the ground as Brady fell out of her cunt, quickly turning and arching her ass out before reaching back and guiding his still hard enough member back into her cum-filled hole.

"Wha-oh god damn!" was all Brady could get out as his wife thrust her ass back against his hips, stroking his cock with her already white-coated walls in order to maintain his stiffness.

"I'm not done with you honey," Hannah said, looking over her shoulder and smiling, taking him inside of her again. "You need to pump another load in me."

Brady's head came upright from its tilted back position. He'd enjoyed the orgasm immensely, and had been looking up into the trees as she'd begun fucking herself on him, but her words brought him back down.

"Oh- is that what you're doing? You're looking to get knocked up?" he said, looking her square in the eye as his energy renewed with his clearing mind.

She chuckled as his prick within her was stiffening more than it was deflating, "Well it's working so far babe! Ah, ah, ah, huh!" Hannah had started to goad him, but his sudden grab of her belt and violent thrusts into her cunt stopped her words and forced feminine moans from her instead.

"You're, fucking, manipulating, me, into, pumping, a kid, in, you?" Brady grunted each word, unrelenting in his carnality.

"Ah, ah, ah!" was all she could say in response, her nipples hard as erasers moving with her breasts to their rhythm as Brady put his own thumb in his mouth, adjusting his other hand to pull on the belt with each thrust, driving ever harder into her vulnerable snatch.

Then Brady suddenly stopped his pounding, Hannah's body moving on its own for several moments before he grabbed her hair and pulled her head backwards.

"Fine bitch," he seethed into her ear, placing his saliva coated thumb at her anal entrance, his fingers pulling on the belt, her eyes going wide. "Then I'm going to knock you up properly."

His digit breached her backdoor in moments, fully seated and taking her tight, final virginity, held in place one-handed by his grip in her hole and the leather in his fingers.

Even with all the sex she'd had in her wild years, all the cocks she'd sucked, cum she'd swallowed, loads on her face, chest, stomach, back, ass and up her tunnel; after all these years with Brady and the countless boat fuckings, back country car rides with road head and spontaneous fingering, all the seed she accepted into her vagina in the erotic and romantic efforts to have their three kids, she'd never let anyone play with her ass.

"Oh, oh god!" she exclaimed, unable to stop herself from pushing back on the second intrusion, a type of instinct taking over her body and craving more penetration.

She saw stars as his cock thrust for the second time, rubbing delightfully against her other invader through her inner wall, a wordless scream silent from her open mouth as her eyes rolled back in her skull. Her legs shook as her cunt exploded around the stiff rod running through her sheathe.

Brady felt her heat and orgasm not only in the clenching flesh around his pole but in her ring squeezing down on his thumb.

He chuckled as he wiggled it around.

"Yeah, there you go you fucking slut!" he smiled triumphantly as he really began pounding her, fucking her ass now with his hand alternately from his cock in her insanely hot cunt.

They fucked like animals for several minutes, with no words spoken. Just primal animal grunts and moans.

Brady was taking his woman, intent on blasting her womb with the fluid that was designed by nature to ruin her lithe, 36 year old body.

She reveled in giving herself fully to her stud, no longer squeezing her asshole but just relaxing it and allowed him to finger her with unbridled, short jabs. He'd possibly put his baby in her already, but god this was good.

"Oh, fuck," she said, turning her head despite his hold. "I'm going to get so big. Everyone's going to know you pumped me full. Oh god, honey! You're going to fucking destroy my body again!"

Her eyes had gone from passion-filled as she talked to squinting with ecstasy, her whole body rocking with his power.

"Argh, uh, fuck!" Brady exclaimed, finally letting go of her hair to grab her hip, his balls letting go as well.

Hannah knew her husband's cock well, knew him well, and knew she'd sent him over the edge. She felt the penis swell within her cunt, his pelvis grinding into her ass, his thumb having hooked up and was helping to drive his weapon into her further.

She was still breathing hard from her latest orgasm, and was happy she wasn't coming still.

She wanted to feel every single moment of this, her last impregnation.

She swore she could feel the cum pulse down his shaft, depositing deep within her stomach. A heat radiated from within her, just below her belly button, and it got warmer are larger as he held her tight and humped her naked ass.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Brady grunted, putting all of his being into injecting his wife with his cum, planting his seed as deep as his cock could reach.

She felt every ounce inside her, destined to make her belly bulge, her tits swell, her gait become not a seductive sway but a motherly waddle.

Everyone would know she'd laid down for him. That she'd allowed him to dump his cum into her. To use her. She shuddered, looking down at her flat tummy, knowing it wouldn't last.

Finally he let go of her hair, allowing her upper body to fall forward. He was most certainly out of breath, and Hannah was breathing heavily. He remembered where his thumb was and wriggled it again within her.

Now that they weren't actively fucking, Hannah immediately clenched her ring reflexively, holding him in there.

"Hey! You asshole! Careful!" she said, looking back at him and his now quickly softening cock sliding part of the way out.

"Naw naw naw, this is your asshole," he said, pushing his hand and eliciting a squeal from her.

"Ah, hey, stop it!" she said, but laughed slightly.

Brady laughed too and pulled his cock from her loose cunt, then slowly retracted his thumb, making her sigh when it was out.

"Oh babe, that was fucking amazing," Brady said, stepping back from her a few feet.

"Yeah, I know," Hannah said with a grin, finding her panties and getting them on first, over her boots.

She could feel her double load dribbling down her inner walls. She wished she could-

She walked around the ATV, then sat her pantied-ass on the seat sideways, leaning back while holding on to the bar of the rack and the handlebar. The move made Brady groan out loud as she simultaneously craned her head back to look at him upside down, and brought her legs up, tilting her hips.

"Brady," she said seductively, "Will you please come clean your cock off in my mouth while your cum knocks me up?"

Brady took a deep, smiling breath as he shuffled up to his open-mouthed wife.
The wind on that ridge spread the news to all the deer in that ravine, While it was clearly not the musk of a doe in heat, several bucks couldn’t ignore their own curiosity, or their territorial aggressiveness. As Brady was about to start up the ATV and ride the ridge to the north; the snort of a buck caught his ear from below the sage brush to the south.
Within seconds, Brady was prone and scoping his rifle toward the sound of the buck. It only took one glance of the 12 point buck, up above the brush. A single shot dropped him. Within 2 hours Hannah and Brady were back at their RV and strapping the field-dressed buck in the ATV trailer.
Hannah was in the camper, preparing a last meal, and packing up to head back home that evening. She was a proud woman. She had captured her trophy, deep in her very fertile cunt. Out behind the RV, Brady had his trophy roped securely on the trailer, for all the world to see.

Hannah gushed on the praises of her provider’s prowess. He was a capable provider.

Brady needed no other affirmation than what his wife gave him.

Brady drove contentedly, fully satisfied by his trophies. One on the trailer, and the other, riding shotgun.

By CoyoteHoward, for Literotica