Sharing my pregnant hotwife Natalie with two mature bulls.
My thirty-two-year-old wife Natalie looked stunning in a sleek, black dress. Short and low-cut, it clung to her 5’7”, curvaceous figure, showing off her toned legs and 34D cleavage. Her long, dark brown hair fell straight down her back, framing her pretty face, smoky blue eyes, and glossy red lips.
Motherhood had only made my wife sexier. Softer curves, rounder hips, fuller breasts, I couldn’t have been happier to see her showing it all off for her hotwife date. I’d shared Natalie with other guys before, but not since we became parents, and never solo.
“How are you feeling?” I asked her, stood in the kitchen together, drinking wine while we waited for her date to come pick her up. “Nervous?”
Natalie took a sip, leaving a red smudge mark on the rim of the glass. “A little,” she admitted. “It feels different. Just me and a new man… alone.” She stepped closer and touched my chest. “But I’m excited and turned on. Are you sure you’re ok with this?”
I rested my hands on her waist. “I’m more than ok with this. I want you to enjoy yourself. Just remember to text me when you get there, and when you’re on your way home. I want all the details as soon as you get back.”
My HotWife Natalie
She kissed me deeply, our tongues entwining. “I love you so much, Jeff. Thank you for giving me this freedom. You know I’ll always be yours, right?” she said, seeking reassurances. I nodded and gave them to her. I knew.
Then the doorbell rang. My wife’s eyes sparkled. She gave me one last kiss and grabbed her small purse. I watched her walk to the door, her hips swaying in the tight black dress, her stilettos striking the tiled floor, and felt a rush of deep love, pride, and wild arousal.
Once the guy had driven away with my wife, I locked the door, checked on our two-year-old daughter Chloe, who was fast asleep in her bed, then scrolled Netflix for a movie. But my mind drifted… drifted back to the last time I’d shared my wife. Two years earlier.
I was thirty-one. Natalie was thirty and seven months pregnant with our daughter. After talking about it, teasing each other with the idea, we finally decided to turn another kinky fantasy into reality. Two mature men and my pregnant wife, having fun in a luxury hotel room while I watched.
Alan was 55, a tall and slender, confident, silver-fox with a warm presence. Bryan was 54, broad and shorter, with a neatly trimmed beard and a calm energy. Together, they partnered in more than just business, and were both equally keen to make my wife feel “special and desired,” before leaving her “utterly satisfied.”
Natalie looked ravishing in a tight, red, V-neck dress that clung to her swollen belly and heavy, milk-filled tits. While I sat in an armchair in the corner, slowly stroking my leaking cock, she sat on the edge of the bed between the two men. Alan kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth, while Bryan kissed and nibbled her neck.
“You’re absolutely glowing, Natalie,” Alan murmured, parting from the kiss for a moment, gently smoothing her round belly. “Thank you for choosing us to give you this fantasy. Oh!” he suddenly chuckled. “I felt a little kick.”
“I felt it too,” Bryan chortled, firmly cupping one of her plump breasts. “The baby knows its mommy is on fire right now. Yes. Natalie?” he smirked.
My wife nodded in agreement, blushing shyly as she glanced over at me. “Still ok with this, Jeff?” she asked.
“Forget that I’m here,” I replied, hard as iron. “You know I love to watch.”
The truth is, I was dealing with some tough angst when they said the baby had kicked. But I wasn’t about to show my jealousy. It was part of the course.
“Good man, Jeff,” Alan said, grinning at me as he stood up and unbuckled his belt. “God, you’re wife is beautiful.”
“We’re going to give you both what you want,” Bryan added, joining his friend.
Both men stood in front of my wife, unzipped their trousers, and pulled out their near rock hard cocks. Alun’s was seven inches, thick and veiny with a slight curve. Bryan’s was equally think and veiny, but slightly longer at eight inches, and with a flared head. Natalie’s eyes lit up with nervous excitement as she wrapped a hand around each of them, stroking slowly.
Massaging my own leaking six inches in the armchair, I watched my heavily pregnant wife lean forwards and lick both cocks with a firm, wet tongue, before she took turns sucking them tentatively. She looked so damn perfect, enjoying alternating between two mature cock’s. Stroking one while sucking the other, moaning as she went deeper each time she switched.
“Such a wonderful mouth,” Alan sighed, standing with hands on hips, watching my wife pleasuring them like she was savouring every single second.
“Amen to that,” Bryan groaned, as Natalie ran her tongue up his shaft.
After several minutes, they gently pulled her stretchy dress down, exposing her swollen, sensitive mounds and chunky nipples. Both men groaned their appreciation, cupping a breast each. Natalie sighed heavily through her nostrils, sucking and stroking them faster as they caressed her firmly, rolling and tweaking her teats gently, driving her wild with lust.
“You have the most perfect breasts,” Alun said huskily, kneading them.
“Everything about you is perfect, Natalie.” Bryan upped the praise then got down on his knees in front of her.
While my wife closed her eyes, giving a sensual blowjob to Alan, Bryan took her left nipple and dark areola into his wide mouth, sucking rhythmically while gently compressing her soft, warm flesh with his hand, drawing milk from my wife’s body, and making her moan softly around Alan’s cock.
Although he kept everything gentle, no pain, biting, or aggressive squeezing, I sat up with wide eyes when he pulled his mouth away, pausing but still caressing her breast. I saw him lick his lips, then a thick, sticky, golden droplet appeared at the tip of my wife’s teat before he went back to draw out more.
This was not discussed. It wasn’t even mentioned. Yet, seeing how much my wife was enjoying everything that was happening, I relaxed back into the armchair and allowed Bryan to spend a few more minutes on each breast, suckling on my wife’s teats. It was incredible, forcing me to grip my cock.
“Yes, Natalie, that’s it,” Alan breathed, gently pulling on the back of her head as it bobbed. He knew exactly what Bryan was doing to her swollen tits.
“I need to taste this pregnant pussy next,” Bryan chuckled lightly, quickly stripping off his clothes first, revealing he was still in decent shape for his age.
“Stand up for us, Natalie,” Alan instructed kindly, still clothed.
Both men helped her to her feet and deftly removed the red dress, leaving my pregnant wife naked except for the sexy red strappy heels. They then laid her down gently on the bed, close to the edge, giving them easy access while ensuring her comfort.
Alan placed a pillow under her head while Bryan placed one under her hips and another under her lower back, tilting her pelvis upward to keep most of the baby weight off the major vessels. My wife bent her knees, digging her heels into the bed, confirming she was ready to continue.
“I need a moment to take this in,” Bryan sighed heavily, stroking his thick cock at the end of the bed.
“You really are something, Natalie,” Alan grinned, also rubbing his length.
My wife laughed and looked at me, but I was already on my way over. Fuck, she looked perfect. Her seven-month pregnant belly swelled beautifully as she lay back, legs parted invitingly. Between her smooth thighs, her freshly shaven pussy was a flushed, deep, ripe purple-red. Her outer lips were plump and parted to reveal slick, swollen inner folds glistening with her abundant wetness. Her clit peeked prominently, throbbing with need.
“Just think, Jeff, we haven’t even started down there yet,” Bryan chuckled. In fact, we all laughed.
“I’m not a famous painting on display in an art gallery, you know?” Natalie laughed with amusement.
“You would be if somebody half tidy with a paintbrush and a blank canvas were here,” Alan joked further.
“Ok?” I asked my wife, checking in. She nodded, so I returned to the armchair.
Bryan got down on his knees again, resting his body over the edge of the bed, his head between my wife’s spread thighs. He began with slow, teasing licks as Alan stripped off and knelt on the bed beside her head, sliding his thick cock straight into her mouth. Natalie moaned desperately as Bryan tongued her clit in slow circles.
“Such a gorgeous body,” Alun said, smoothing his hand over my wife’s belly a few times. “That’s it, suck my cock nice and deep, Natalie. Oh yes,” he moaned with pleasure, then brought his hand up and squeezed her breasts.
I sat in total amazement, both excited and anxious about Natalie’s condition. She didn’t seem too concerned, however, moaning louder and opening her legs a little wider as Bryan got even busier with his tongue. He appeared to delve deeper, lapping her pregnant arousal, working her towards a climax.
When she teetered on the edge, he slipped a finger deep inside her and flicked her clit with his tongue. Natalie stopped sucking Alan and let out a throaty groan, but still stroked him as he played with her nipples. Then her orgasm hit intensely. She cried out in prolonged ecstasy. A sight to behold.
“Yes, that’s it,” Alan encouraged, smiling at me. “How are you doing over there, Jeff? Still enjoying it, I hope?”
“I am,” I replied, unashamed to be stroking my cock again over two older men pleasuring my woman. “I appreciate you taking good care of my wife,” I chuckled, feeling proud of her.
“Good man,” Alan winked, guiding Natalie back to suck his cock. She turned more towards him, devouring the head, now her juicy flood gates had been fully opened. But the guys still knew to be careful with her condition.
“She’s a beauty, Jeff,” Bryan said, his voice hoarse as he stooped between her legs and rubbed the engorged head of his thick cock up and down her slit.
The sensation made him grunt and her groan around Alan, while the sight had my heart and cock throbbing with anticipation. Watching a man about to fuck your wife is one thing, watching while she’s heavily pregnant with your child is quite another, and Bryan was big… very fucking big and very hard.
“God, I’ve been saving myself for this moment,” he growled, gently pressing the tip against her opening before pushing himself inside slowly. “Fuck!”
With a noise I hadn’t quite heard her make before, Natalie gripped the base of Alan’s cock harder and clamped her mouth around him, not moving, just groaning as Bryan fed her his meat. Both men seemed to relish that, their hands on her belly and tits, letting her take her time to get used to the size.
“I think she likes it, Jeff,” Alan winked again, pulling back to let her breathe.
“Oh God,” my wife gasped up at the ceiling, legs spread, her pussy stretched. “Oh… that’s so fucking big.”
“Tell us what you need, Natalie…” Bryan chuckled, using only half of his length, but poised to give it all to her.
“Fuck me…” she breathed, eyes in the back of her head. “Fuck me slowly…”
“With absolute pleasure, gorgeous,” Bryan breathed, starting slow and shallow, letting her adjust to him.
“Ohhhhh! Fuck!” my wife cried out, gripping the covers. “Oh fuck it’s huge.”
“Are you ok? Do you want me to pull back? We go at your pace.” Bryan assured her, pulling back slightly.
Damn! Already? Natalie had taken eight inches before, but quite a long time ago, and she wasn’t remotely pregnant at that time. But this was our fantasy, and Bryan was fulfilling it perfectly, respecting her with smooth strokes and circular motions, stretching her carefully and gradually.
All three of us watched her face and breathing, but only Bryan spoke as he gripped her thighs and fucked her slowly with slightly more power, keeping his body back so not to put pressure on her belly. It is the quickest orgasm I have ever witnessed. My wife bucked and writhed as he moved his hands to hold the sides of her belly, supporting the weight while she let go.
“Oh fuck!” Bryan groaned, restraining himself from pounding her harder.
It was mind blowing and insanely erotic. Natalie didn’t know where she was for a few moments after. But then Bryan pulled out, and with Alan assisting him, they turned my wife over onto all fours, using the pillows to support her chest, but her belly hung free.
“Comfortable?” Bryan asked, climbing onto the bed.
“Yes,” she replied, resting on her forearms, trying to look around the room. “Where’s my husband?”
“I’m right here,” I assured her, planting a soft kiss on top of her head.
“I love you,” she said, her voice husky.
“I love you too,” I replied, smiling proudly as I backed away to sit down.
“We’re all in love with you, Natalie,” Alan chuckled, standing behind her, positioning himself to enter her pussy.
Bryan chuckled too. He sat in front of her with his legs spread, gently pulling her head down. As she enveloped her lips around him, tasting her juices, Alan eased himself inside her from behind, groaning breathlessly. He gripped her hips and began to thrust slowly, bottoming out on each stroke.
“Yes,” he sighed, fucking my wife in a gentle, pregnant spit-roast.
For five or so minutes, I watched and listened. Every thrust, every bob of her head and sway of her belly, every dirty little sound they each made, my cock throbbed and weeped in my hand. Then Natalie suddenly raised her head, stroking Bryan under her chin as she cried out in a third, intense orgasm.
“I need to rest,” she panted, exhausted.
I opened a bottle of cold water from the mini-bar and went over to her, as Bryan and Alan helped her sit up. She looked wrecked, yet they hadn’t been going long. None of us complained. It was all of our fantasy on some level, but Natalie was in charge of every one.
“Do you want to stop?” I asked her quietly.
“It’s not a problem if you do,” Bryan added.
“No pressure, Natalie. You and the baby come first,” Alan chipped in.
“And leave three hard cocks unsatisfied?” she laughed, finding her sense of humour as she rested. We all laughed.
“Well, we could finish over you while you continue resting?” Bryan suggested, half smiling.
“You sound like a bunch of lightweights,” my wife laughed again.
“Lightweights?” Bryan roared with laughter. “We’ll show you lightweights, you cheeky little devil.”
I was worried when they positioned her on her side, in the middle of the bed for a triple spooning. The mood was fun and respectful, but as I stood watching, the angst returned because the three of them looked very intimate and connected, especially with the guys stroking and kissing her lovingly.
Bryan was behind my wife as the big spoon, and Alan was in front of her, face-to-face, kissing, touching, lots of eye contact. Her belly rested naturally toward him on a pillow, as both men made sure not to compress the baby. Another pillow was under her head, and another was between her knees, aligning her hips. I was speechless.
“Are you sure this will work?” Natalie giggled.
“Let’s find out, shall we?” Bryan replied. “Lift your top leg slightly.”
He helped her create a modified side-lying scissor for access, then lined his cock up to her opening. As he eased inside, Alan whispered something that I didn’t catch as he kissed her, slipping his tongue inside her mouth. The triple spoon was on, and I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing in front of me.
Natalie moaned into Alan’s mouth, while Bryan kept his hips tight to her ass, maintaining a shallow-to-medium depth with his eight inches. Then the three of them began to move in a slow, smooth, rocking, grinding motion. Bryan reached around holding my wife as he fucked her, supporting her belly, kneading her breasts, making love.
He took her to the very edge of an orgasm before pulling out smoothly. She moaned her frustration, but then the crafty pair adjusted her top leg and shifted her hips slightly forward toward Alan for the switch over. Natalie groaned her approval when she realised what they were doing.
Without words, Alan smiled into her glazed eyes, kissed and entered her from the front. For the next ten to fifteen minutes, the dynamic duo, I came to nickname them, took turns taking my wife to the brink, never rushing the transition, letting her climax naturally. Alan was inside her when her body finally let go. He groaned at how tight she felt around him, while Bryan massaged her tits.
“God, that was amazing,” she breathed, once the pleasure had subsided. “Thank you all… but now I’m cooked.” The four of us laughed once more.
Finally, the men helped my glowing, spent wife into a comfortable armchair with several soft pillows. One supported her lower back, another cushioned her heavy pregnant belly, and a third propped her up so she sat reclined but upright, her thighs spread wide. Her flushed skin glistened with sweat, her pregnant tits heaving with every breath as she looked up at the three of us with hazy, cock-drunk eyes.
“Cover me,” my wife whispered, her voice hoarse and needy. She cupped her swollen, milk-heavy breasts and lifted them invitingly. “Give it to me.”
Alan went first. The tall silver-fox stepped close, frantically stroking his thick cock. With a low, rumbling groan, he soon erupted. Powerful jets of cum splashed across her chest, splattering them in warm, thick white streams.
Bryan went next, growling as he aimed his eight-inch cock at her. He unloaded with heavier spurts, sending thick jets directly onto her round, swollen belly. Some pooled in the deep curve of her navel while the rest slowly trickled down the tight, stretched skin toward her shaven, well-fucked pussy.
I stepped forward last, staring into my wife’s beautiful blue eyes as I pumped my throbbing cock. The sight of her sitting there, marked by the other two men, belly and tits already shining with their cum, pushed me over the edge. I groaned loudly and exploded, shooting my load onto her belly.
Natalie smirked in filthy satisfaction, slowly rubbing the mixed loads into her pregnant body, smearing warm cum all over her belly and breasts. It was a night we will never, ever forget.
The memory of that night had me painfully hard on the sofa when I finally heard the front door open just after 1 a.m. My wife stepped inside looking beautifully used. Her black dress was wrinkled, her hair a bit messy, lipstick redone, and her cheeks flushed. The moment our eyes met, she gave me the wickedest hotwife smile.
I didn’t waste a second. I pulled her straight into the kitchen, lifted her onto the heavy wooden table, and shoved her legs apart. The short dress rode high up her thighs, revealing her black lace thong was utterly soaked and stained with a thick, creamy mess.
“I’ve been a bad, bad wife,” she teased, voice dripping with lust. “Twice.”
I hooked my fingers into the drenched thong and yanked it roughly aside. A thick white glob of her date’s cum immediately oozed from her swollen cunt. Her outer lips were puffy and red, her hole slightly open and glistening. I rubbed my throbbing cock up and down her sloppy, cum-filled slit, then pushed inside her in one deep thrust.
“Oh fuck, Jeff!” Natalie moaned, wrapping her legs around me as I started pounding her hard on the kitchen table, reclaiming my hotwife.
“Tell me everything,” I growled as I fucked her with her legs wide open.
Natalie’s heavy tits bounced wildly inside her dress as she moaned and gasped out the filthy details.
“He was so thick… thicker than you. He fucked me in his bed for over an hour. First he ate my pussy until I came all over his face, then he bent me over and railed me from behind, slapping my ass while he called me his married slut. I came so hard on his cock… twice.
“Yes! I fucking love it! More!” I urged, pulling her dress down to free her tits.
“Then he flipped me onto my back, pinned my legs back and pumped me so full. I could feel him throbbing and shooting deep inside me, flooding my married pussy with load after load.”
Her words sent me over the edge. With a deep, animalistic groan I buried myself inside my wife’s her creamy cunt and exploded, adding my own hot cum deep into her already overflowing hole, mixing with her date’s load as she cried out in orgasm beneath me.
“This is how we do it from now on,” I said. “You choose your dates. Enjoy the freedom. Then you come home so I can reclaim you exactly like this.”
“Mmm…” Natalie hummed, stroking her hot, sticky folds. “Will you buy me one of those cute anklets?”
“What kind of stag would I be if I didn’t?” We both laughed.
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