The Hotel

I felt a rush of nerves mixed with intense arousal as my husband led me by the hand down the quiet hotel hallway. My heart was pounding hard. I was so close to ovulating — my body felt incredibly fertile right now, which made me both anxious and desperately turned on. The thought of what we were about to do had me trembling with anticipation.

We stopped at room 312. My husband used the key card, the lock clicked green, and he opened the door. There stood a naked man in his early 30s with a dad bod. My eyes immediately dropped to his thick 7-inch cock — it was rock hard, veiny, and looked so heavy and potent. The sight of it made my breath catch; it was thicker than I expected, with a broad head that looked perfect for stretching me.

My husband guided me inside and closed the door.

“Get into doggy position for him, baby. Right on the edge,” he told me.

I climbed onto the king bed, got on all fours, and backed up until my knees were right at the edge. I arched my back and reached back with one hand, pulling my dress up and sliding my panties down, exposing my already soaked pussy.

My husband stood right beside the bed, stroking his cock as he watched.

The stranger stepped up behind me. I reached back again, and this time my fingers wrapped around his thick cock. God, it felt even bigger in my hand — so warm, hard, and throbbing with need. The girth filled my palm, and I could feel the heavy veins pulsing against my skin. I rubbed the broad head up and down my wet slit, loving how it felt sliding through my folds, getting slick with my juices. Then I positioned him right at my entrance and pushed my hips back, helping him slide inside.

He thrust forward, sinking all the way in. The deep stretch hit me so perfectly in my fertile state that I came instantly. “Ohhh fuuuck!” I cried out, my whole body shaking as my pussy clenched hard around him. The overwhelming sensation of being filled while so ovulatory made my first orgasm crash through me intensely.

He didn’t wait. He gripped my hips and started pounding me hard in doggy style, deep and relentless. Each thrust felt incredibly powerful.

My husband stroked faster and asked breathlessly, “Do you want his big fertile load, baby?”

“Yes,” I moaned loudly, pushing back against the stranger, craving it.

My husband groaned, “That’s it. Take her pussy hard. Use her pussy. Give her your fertile cum.”

The stranger took me harder and deeper. The combination of nerves and raw arousal because of how fertile I felt right now was making everything so intense. I came again, even harder, crying out as my pussy spasmed around his thick cock.

He kept pounding through my orgasm until his thrusts grew erratic. With a deep grunt, he buried himself completely inside me and unloaded — pumping thick, fertile ropes of cum straight into my womb, giving me his big fertile load.

He stayed buried deep for a long moment before slowly pulling out. I could feel his warm cum leaking from my swollen pussy and running down my thighs.

The stranger quickly dressed and left, closing the door behind him.

I stayed in doggy for a few seconds, still trembling, then slowly rolled over onto my back. I looked up at my husband with hazy eyes and said softly but firmly, “Come here and eat his cum out of me.”

He dropped to his knees between my legs immediately. I moaned as his mouth pressed against my cum-filled pussy. I ran my fingers through his hair, holding him there while he licked and sucked every drop of the stranger’s load out of me.

“You looked so fucking good taking him, baby,” he murmured against me.

I kept him between my legs until he had cleaned me completely, my body still twitching with pleasure and lingering arousal from how fertile I felt tonight.