Who’s Going To Carry The Baby? Part 2: Exploring Possibilities

Who's Carrying The Baby pt 2

Part 2 of the series out today! Read it here (free with Kindle Unlimited)

Part of our trilogy, and Joanna and Allan are still getting used to their altered roles and relationship dynamic.

They’ve not had time (or the inclination) to explore the outside world just yet, what with their libidos being heightened. But now’s the time to go and tell their friend Echo how successful her suggestion was.

Allan enjoys getting dressed up as a woman in this part, and being bred by his wife Joanna’s huge cock now that the roles are reversed.

This part was loads of fun to write, and I can’t wait to hear any feedback y’all have on the series.

Keep an eye out for part 3 coming soon!

Stay kinky!

X

“What?” Allan asked, wiping his mouth as he looked up at me from his submissive, prone position between my thighs.
“That’s enough of that, you’ll have my blowing my load into your mouth if you keep that up!” I joked.
“Would that be so bad?” He teased, his fingers snaking back up my thighs and toward my cock.
“Having second thoughts about me breeding you?” I joked, one eyebrow raised.
“Maybe…” He replied in a tiny, girly voice. I wasn’t sure if he was being serious or simply trying to play me at my own game and make me wait before coming inside of his heavenly cunt.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to make you a sexy, curvy mommy?” I teased, slapping my cock hard against my palm with a satisfying, fleshy smack.
It left a sticky trail of precum and spit in its wake, connecting it to my hand like a dirty spiderweb. Allan remained on his knees with his mouth open, unsure of what to do next.
Seeing he was struggling internally with his desires, his common sense and a few other things, I got down on my knees and joined him on the floor, taking his face in my hand.
“What do you want, sweetie?” I asked in a softer voice, switching from my ‘Domme’ persona to his loving wife.
“I… I think I want you to fuck a baby into me and make me a mommy…” He stammered, his expression one of mixed fear and longing.
Cupping his face in both hands, I pulled him toward me and kissed him passionately, reminding him just how much I loved him. It was a sweet gesture I needed to punctuate things before they got really nasty.
“Turn around.” I hissed as our lips parted.

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