It's His and I'm Keeping It (Patreon)

I remember the night it happened. You weren’t there. I was at Matthew’s place. We were in his bed. I was on my back. He was between my legs. He wasn’t wearing a condom.

We hadn’t used condoms for three months. I was on the pill, though. I wasn’t supposed to get pregnant. I wasn’t even thinking about it. That’s the whole point of the pill, after all.

I remember how good it felt. I remember the way his lips felt against mine. I remember sucking on his tongue as he fucked me. I remember wrapping my legs around him and wishing he could spend the whole night inside me.

I remember the way he groaned as he came inside me. I ran one hand over his back and ass and another through his hair. I didn’t want us to part. I wanted our bodies to remain melded for as long as possible.

We kissed as he softened inside me. I told him how good it felt, how much I loved his cock and the way he fucked me. He told me how perfect my pussy was and how he spent his days craving me and looking forward to the next time we could see each other.

That was the night I got pregnant. I found out two weeks later when I missed my period. My birth control pills had failed. I was pregnant. His baby was growing inside me.

I remember looking at the positive test and being surprised at my reaction. I wasn’t panicked. I thought I would be, or that I was supposed to be. I wasn’t, though.

I remember feeling an incredible sense of warmth and happiness, and it wasn’t just because I was pregnant. It was because I was pregnant with Matthew’s baby. It was his seed growing inside me. It was a natural, beautiful consequence of the incredible sex he and I had been having. In that moment, it felt right.

My first instinct was to keep it. Of course it was. I wanted to have his baby. It wasn’t just my decision to make, though. I needed to tell you. I needed to see how you were going to react.

I remember when I told you. It was late. You’d just gotten home from playing cards with your friends. You’d won and you were in a fantastic mood.

I was in the bedroom in that satin nightie you love so much. The one with the lace trim along the edges. I remember that my nipples were hard, that they were the first thing you looked at when you came into the bedroom and saw me sitting in bed in my little nightie.

It had been months since you’d been permitted inside me, but there was still a little flicker of hope in your eyes. You couldn’t help it. You were so desperate you hoped that I would forget my rules for just one night and let you inside me.

I didn’t, of course. I did invite you into the bed though. I did kiss you softly. I did play with your cock through your pants. I did make you hard.

“Is Matthew coming over?” you asked.

You thought I was dressed up for him, that I was going to spend the night in our bed with another man. It wouldn’t have been the first time, of course. I’d enjoyed many nights in our bed with Matthew. You’d watched on occasion and you’d listened, of course. You’d listened like a good cuckold is supposed to.

“No,” I said. “But we need to talk.”

I remember the brief look of panic that crossed your face. I couldn’t help but wonder what you’d imagined I was going to say. Did you think I was going to divorce you? Did you think I was going to tell you that your time as a cuckold had come to an end and that we were going back to a vanilla marriage?

I needed to stay on topic. I needed to inform you of the potentially significant changes coming to our life. I kissed you softly. My lips lingered against yours. I felt your lusty anticipation.

“I’m pregnant,” I said.

I studied your face as the news hit you. You knew it couldn’t be yours. You hadn’t been inside me in months. It wasn’t possible. You knew it was Matthew’s baby inside me.

The first thing I saw was a flash of desire. I saw your cuckold lust. I saw it in your eyes and on your face. It faded quickly, of course. It was soon replaced by the results of logical thinking.

“It’s his?” you asked.

I nodded. You knew the answer, but you needed to confirm before we could have a real conversation.

You kissed me. Your hand moved over the soft satin of my nightie and pulled me closer. I felt loved.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

I saw the genuine concern in your eyes. It was so sweet.

“I’m better than okay,” I said.

You took a moment to stare into my eyes and down to my lips. You registered my happiness. You knew I was being honest. I didn’t see my pregnancy as bad news.

“Does that mean?”

“I want to keep it,” I said, interrupting you.

You looked at me. A whole host of emotions crossed your face in rapid succession. You said nothing.

Your cock spoke for you. It was undeniably hard. You’re not particularly large, but it still makes a noticeable tent in your pants when you get erect, and there’s no question you were erect.

I unzipped your pants and freed your cock. I gently wrapped my fingers around it and stroked you.

“You will always be my husband and you and I will raise Matthew’s baby together. We will make a beautiful family,” I assured you.

“Yeah?” you said.

I could see your insecurities rise to the surface. I could see the worry in your eyes, though the more I stroked you the more it mixed with a growing sense of desire.

“Of course,” I said before kissing you softly. “Matthew has replaced you sexually, but no man can replace what you give me. No man could be a better husband than you, and no man will be a better father for our baby, even if you weren’t the one to get me pregnant.”

A smile slowly crept across your face. You closed your eyes and whispered, “Thank you.”

I released your cock and gently spread my legs. The nightie rode up and revealed my pussy.

“I want you to worship me,” I whispered.

You moved between my legs without a moment’s hesitation. You licked my pussy. I closed my eyes and enjoyed your talented tongue. I enjoyed the way you rhythmically licked my clit and pushed two fingers inside me. I enjoyed how exceptionally well-trained you were.

“Make me cum,” I said in a soft, sensual voice.

You did as you were told. You made me climax. You made me cum while we were both thinking about another man’s baby growing inside me.

I remember telling Matthew. It was a week later. He’d been away for work and we hadn’t been together for two weeks.

We met at his place. I remember the hunger in his eyes as soon as he opened the door. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him. He missed my pussy as much as I missed his cock.

He kissed me. His hands moved over the tight dress you’d picked out for me (I wasn’t showing yet). He played with my tits and squeezed my ass. His cock was hard in no time. He wanted to be inside me. I wanted to be naked with him. I wanted to suck his cock. I wanted to spread my legs for him. I wanted him to fuck me.

We couldn’t, though. I had something to tell him.

“Hold on,” I said.

Matthew stepped back. He looked worried.

“Is everything okay?” he asked.

“I’ve never been better,” I answered. “But there’s something I have to tell you.”

I led him to the couch. I sat him down. I took his hands in mine.

“I’m pregnant,” I said. “It’s yours.”

I saw the look of pride on his face. He liked the news. He liked that he’d gotten me pregnant. He liked that the married woman he’d been fucking was carrying his baby.

“I’m keeping it,” I added. “My husband and I will raise it as ours. He’ll be the father.”

I wanted everything to be clear, though I knew I didn’t have total control over the situation. Matthew could have demanded more involvement if he wanted.

He smiled and pulled me close for a slow, romantic kiss. His hands moved gently over my body. When his lips left mine they moved to my cheek and neck. His tongue danced delicately over my skin. Arousal filled my body. I couldn’t help but moan.

“That’s beautiful,” Matthew said.

“You’re okay with that arrangement?” I asked.

“Of course I am. You two will be wonderful parents.” He paused to look into my eyes. I felt a surprisingly deep sense of connection with him. “Is it okay if it turns me on that you’re carrying my baby, that I got you pregnant instead of your husband?”

I nodded and smiled. “Yes. Of course.” I ran my fingers up his thigh and squeezed his erection through his jeans. “It turns me on too. You have no idea how wet I am right now.”

We gave in to our desires soon after. There was no point in waiting or talking more. I needed him and he needed me.

I remember how good it felt to have him inside me. I remember how intensely pleasurable it was to feel his thick cock slide into my wet pussy.

I remember that it felt better because I knew I was pregnant with his baby. It was a melding of so many things that make cuckolding you so thrilling.

It wasn’t my husband’s baby inside me. It was my lover’s baby. It was the man I had chosen as my ideal sexual partner that had gotten me pregnant, not you.

I know it might sound a little cruel, but it was such a turn on to know that the man I’d taken as my lover had gotten me pregnant instead of my husband.

My orgasm that night was among the best I’ve ever had. It was a rare kind of climax where it felt like my entire body was cumming. It began between my legs and spread over the entirety of my body and it left me tingling in pure delight.

Matthew came inside me right as my climax began to wash over me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. I pulled him close and held him. It felt wonderfully romantic and sensual.

I remember coming home to you that night and telling you that Matthew was thrilled to be our sperm donor. I never really doubted he’d be okay with that arrangement, but it was nice to get the confirmation I needed.

I remember having you clean my pussy that night. I remember how eagerly you devoured what was left of his cum. I remember that you licked me until I’d cum twice. I remember how proud you were to be the last man to give me an orgasm that night.

I remember the little conversation we had afterwards. Do you remember it?

“So, do you think we could have sex?” you asked.

You looked so sweet as you asked to have sex with me. Your eyes were so full of hope. It had been quite some time since you’d been inside me, but you weren’t banned from my pussy. You were simply put on the sideline because I enjoyed Matthew’s cock so much more than yours.

“Are you feeling deprived?” I asked.

I saw the look of desperation on your face. I couldn’t help but find it a little arousing.

“I don’t know what it is,” you said. “I just…I just feel this sense of desperation to have sex with you.”

I pulled you on top of me, though you knew better than to put your cock inside me. I reached down, grasped your erection, and rubbed it over my wet pussy.

“Do you want to fuck me because you know his baby is growing inside me?” I asked.

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of my warmth and wetness as it enveloped the head of your cock.

“Yes,” you admitted. Your voice was barely above a whisper.

“That’s not what I want,” I said as I denied you the pleasure you craved.

“Why not?” you asked.

I pulled your lips to mine and hesitated for a moment. “Because the father of our baby is the only man I want fucking me.”

I stroked your cock slowly. I felt you throbbing in my hand. I felt your lust, even if you were a little disappointed that you wouldn’t get to enjoy my pussy.

“Do you understand?” I whispered. “Do you understand why I’d only want his cock inside me?”

You nodded. I saw a mixture of pain and pleasure on your face. I saw desire mixed with disappointment. I saw understanding.

“We’ll still play, honey. You don’t have to worry. Plus, you’ll have even more creampies to clean.”

You groaned louder. You were so close. Your cum was ready to spill out onto my stomach. You were ready to make a mess.

“You can have me again after I give birth,” I whispered.

That’s when you came. You groaned. Your cock throbbed in my hand and you closed your eyes while crying out in pleasure. Cum spilled onto my stomach. A few shots landed on my breasts.

You were thinking about going almost a year without being inside me, weren’t you? You were thinking about watching my belly grow with his baby and not being able to enjoy me. You were thinking about how many times I was going to welcome him into my body. You were thinking how many times he was going to spill his seed inside me.

It turned you on, didn’t it? That’s what made you cum. All of it. Thinking about your pregnant wife banning you from her pussy because another man’s seed was growing inside her. Thinking about his cum inside me. Thinking about his cock inside me.

It’s making you hard again, isn’t it? I love that. You know I do. It turns me on, too. Maybe I’ll ask Matthew to get me pregnant again. You always wanted a big family, right?