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“I caught you staring at her, James. She’s been wearing tight tops, with lower and lower cuts. You just can’t resist it, can you? Checking out a younger model?”

Elyse attempted to keep a straight face and not break into a grin as she spoke to her husband James. She pouted and stood up on her tip-toes with his 6ft frame towering over her petite figure. All whilst staring up at his piercing blue eyes. Arms were wrapped tightly around his waist, gripping his shirt, they stood in their apartment’s bedroom.

“What does Alanah have that I don’t?”

Naturally submissive, the petite blonde was always anxious that she wasn’t enough for James. She’d worry her tits were too small, even though they were perky and perfectly shaped. That her ass wasn’t big enough, despite all the squats she did at the gym to tone her athletic legs and ass.

Elyse Willems was beautiful. She had a graceful petite figure and was well-toned from all the time spent with James at the gym. Her skin and hair were always immaculate, her fashion simple yet stylish. James always reassured her that she was perfect.

Despite her own beauty, Elyse felt lucky that he chose her because she was always worried he’d change his mind, even after all this time. He was an alpha male, a true specimen. Intelligent and charismatic, muscular and athletic. She believed he could get any girl he wanted.

It excited her when she thought about James being fulfilled by another girl. As long as she was aware of what was going on, she had decided she’d be happy for James to fuck someone else - especially someone like Alanah, who they worked with and saw every day.

That way, she thought, they could both be happy.

Despite her desires, she wasn’t sure how James would react. She’d never done this before.

“C’mon, tell me. What does Alanah have that I don’t?” she repeated flirtatiously, with more than a hint of insecurity.

“Where do you want me to start?” he sighed, comically rubbing his chin in deep thought. James decided he would play along with her little game.

Elyse playfully kicked his legs but didn’t break off the hug.

“Is it her boobs?”

Ever the entertainer, James put on a voice as if he were a dopey frat guy trying to be philosophical.

“Well, I do like boobs” James chuckled, receiving another playful hit from his wife.

“Do you like how big they are” as Elyse rubbed her own against James' chest, her supple breasts braless and moving freely in her tank top. Breaking the hug, she teased lifting up her top but denied James seeing her perky tits. For now, anyway.

James, more than used to Elyse’s joking around, wasn’t expecting this level of forwardness, however.

James and Elyse Willems, both in their 30s, had been married a while, even completing a four-year long-distance relationship along the way. To their legions of fans, as internet celebrities on YouTube comedy channel Funhaus, the Willems’ were the ultimate couple. They were perfect, on-screen and off.

So even if Elyse had noticed James paying particularly close attention to their co-worker Alanah Pearce, she trusted him enough that it was nothing to worry about. In fact, it turned her on.

She turned around, bending over so her toned ass which hugged her yoga pants pressed into his crotch. Elyse asked him another question. “Or is it her ass that you like?”

James was surprised how forward Elyse was being but was by no means going to put a stop to it. His erection grew in his pants as his wife ground on him, his thoughts conflicted between looking at Elyse but imagining it was Alanah.

Elyse felt James’ cock stiffen in his pants, as she continued to move her ass up and down. This was working out the way she had planned.

“You like Alanah rubbing her ass on your cock?”

Elyse Willems, still bent over in front of James, pulled her yoga pants down, slowly peeling off the tight fabric and revealing her light blue thong underneath.

“Pull your pants down for her, show Alanah that you love her ass.”

James complied, still in shock at Elyse’s behaviour but becoming increasingly hard because of it. His wife, telling him to get hard thinking about another woman - Alanah, no less. Their friend and co-worker. The busty Australian beauty. With her distinctive silver-dyed hair, round ass and big natural tits. Tits that she showed off in daring outfits for her fans on Instagram just as much as for the guys and girls in the office. Especially for James.

Elyse turned around once James had pulled his pants down. He removed his boxers and freed his impressive manhood. His work at the gym was all work and no shortcuts - nobody could accuse him of taking steroids if they were to see what he was packing below his gym gear.

Getting onto her knees in front of his big cock, Elyse used her right hand to stroke up and down the thick shaft. With her left hand free, she massaged his balls, slowly squeezing and playing around with them in her delicate hands. Elyse never broke eye contact, staring up at her husband while she did so as if she was hoping to be praised for giving him this pleasure.

After some time stroking, Elyse moved even closer to James and opened her mouth to take him inside of her.

Taking his shaft into her mouth inch by inch, Elyse moved it in and out. Her little wet mouth wrapped around his cock, she sucked it slowly at first, rhythmically moving her tongue around his cock ensuring no part was left untouched. The warmth and wetness gave James a shot of pleasure that continued to course round his body, increasing as Elyse sucked faster and faster.

Despite its impressive size, Elyse had acquired years of practice on James and took much of his cock into her mouth, wincing as it made contact with the back of her throat, but not gagging straight away as she had done when they’d first met. James had trained a good deepthroat whore in Elyse.

James gently placed his hands on Elyse’s head and asked if she was ready.

Elyse couldn’t reply with the huge cock in her mouth. She summoned the strength to give some kind of response. “Yhmpf”

It wasn’t legible. But James knew what she meant.

Elyse was ready for what was to come next.

James pulled Elyses head towards him. Within an instant, his cock was going even further in. Further down Elyse's throat. Not stopping at the back of her throat. No. As the head made contact with the back, James guided the remaining inches not yet inside.

Years ago, Elyse would have gagged, expelling the cock that was deep inside her throat and making it harder to breathe. Sometimes she’d begin to choke. But James never put her in danger. He guided her on how to take it. Elyse was a willing student. A gifted learner, it turned out.

Moments like these were where all that training bore fruit. When James could ram his cock into her throat as hard as he wanted. Because Elyse wouldn’t choke and make him take it out. Never at any time denying him the pleasure he would get from her mouth.

James fucked her sweet little mouth harder and faster. He stopped only for Elyse to gasp for air and move the spit and pre-cum that had got into her once tidy blonde hair as it fell over her face.

This would be the last gasp she would be allowed, he decided, as James held his cock for longer and longer at the back of her throat. Every second he left his rod in her throat, the sensation of cum building up ready to explode grew more and more intolerable. Elyse needed to breathe. James needed to cum.

Finally, he relented. Only moving away from the throat slightly, just enough to make room for the dose that Elyse was about to take. He bucked his hips, shooting a torrent of thick cum that slammed into her throat. Elyse swallowed it all, coughing as James pulled his aching cock out of her mouth.

“How was Alanah’s mouth?” she panted before James could even ask if she was ok after her face-fucking.

James frowned, confused that Elyse was still talking about Alanah.

“That was your mouth, Elyse. No-one could do that. Not like you do.” James said, helping Elyse back to her feet.

“But she might be able to - I’ve heard stories!” Elyse retorted as James wrapped his arms around her in a reassuring hug.

“Well, she’s not you, ok? You know I love you.”

Elyse wasn’t sure how she would word what she wanted to tell him, but she figured she’d have to tell him soon. She needed to get it off her chest, that she wanted him to fuck another girl. Fuck someone other than his own wife.

She wanted him to fuck Alanah.

Elyse would put her plans into action the next day.

It was a Friday, and Friday meant another busy week filming content for the channel was over.

The Funhaus team decided to reward themselves with a few drinks over some takeout and have a chilled afternoon. It was during this team lunch in the Funhaus office that Elyse decided James needed another hint that she wanted him to make a move on Alanah.

Being the middle of August in LA meant the office was more like an oven. As entertainers, there wasn’t exactly a dress code or uniform policy they had to follow, and people were definitely making the most of this freedom to deal with the heat.

Even for Alanah, it was a particularly warm day. Born and raised in the blazing Australian sun, she was finding the California weather a but much on this particular Friday afternoon.

She’d opted for a skirt and an oversized soccer jersey, with a deep v-neck to give her cleavage ample room on display. Those taking a look at her cleavage would also notice that the jersey was rather thin, and sticking to her skin in the heat meant her nipples were almost poking through.

Elyse couldn’t believe her luck. She’d come up with a plan, and executing it was going to be easier than she expected. All she needed to do was get the three of them away from the rest of the Funhaus crew. Away from prying eyes.

“Alright, let’s get our drink on!” Elyse said confidently. “I’ll go get them.”

She strode confidently over to the kitchen area of the office and set about pouring drinks onto the tray of assorted plastic glasses. However, her confident walk had given way for shaky hands as she began to have doubts.

What if James wasn’t interested? Or what if he got angry with her about it?

Maybe Alanah wouldn’t play along? Had Elyse mistaken all of her teasing?

Elyse took a deep breath and reassured herself.

This wasn’t about Alanah. It was about herself. Her own feelings. Her feelings towards James, and wanting him to be satisfied. Satisfied with another woman - but one chosen by herself. It was that mixture of being in control and letting go. A fine-line, a dangerous but exciting walk along an emotional cliff.

She took another breath, put on a smile and looked over back at the mingling group - singling out James and Alanah.

“Hey guys, Alanah and James? Could you give me a hand with these drinks please?”

“Be right over babe,” James said, with Alanah following him over to Elyse in the kitchen.

“Trays here, can you just fill up these glasses and I’ll carry them over.”

With Alanah and James now busy pouring the drink into the glasses, Elyse hooked her leg around the kitchen’s table. She carried on as she’d done before.

“All done?”

Elyse picked up the heavy drinks tray, arms shaking under the weight. With one eye on her foot, certain she was in place to trip, she moved forwards. Immediately, the drinks fell, sloshing over the side of the tray as they crashed. Over onto Alanah, soaking her top.

“Shit!” Alanah exclaimed, the liquids spilling down her top.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Elyse reacted as naturally as she could with her plan working as intended. “Here, let’s get this off of you, it’s soaked.”

Elyse grabbed the bottom of Alanah’s top. Before Alanah could stop her, Elyse had pulled it up and over her head. Leaving Alanah’s breasts hanging free. All in front of a shocked James. Shocked but also very much enjoying the surprise free show he was getting.

James only took his eyes away from Alanah’s bare chest to check nobody else was looking. But everyone else in the office was blissfully unaware their hot co-worker was standing with her tits out, wet and shiny from the spillage.

He searched the kitchen for a towel, but could not find one.

“Where the fuck are all the towels?”

Unbeknownst to him, Elyse had already hidden the towels so that she could enact the next part of her sneaky way of getting James to see Alanah like he’d never seen before, or could ever expect to see.

Alanah had always kept her fans guessing about just how big her boobs were.

They rested flirtatiously in a dress and stood out in a t-shirt. She loved to wear bras that pushed up her natural assets, and always included her deep cleavage in the selfies and pictures she posted on her Instagram. An extra naughty touch of hers was to always include the image text right by her cleavage.

What James was staring at right now, was what thousands of Alanah’s fans would give anything to see for even just a second.

“Quick, just use your shirt or something,” Elyse ordered, trying to maintain her composure despite her heart racing in excitement at getting Alanah and James shirtless together whilst she was watching.
James didn’t question the logic of his wife and took off his own shirt.

He was about to hand it over to Alanah. Instead, Elyse took a hold of his arm and moved it onto Alanah’s chest. “Wipe her down, I’ll pick up the tray and the glasses. Good thing they were plastic!”

Plastic. Alanah’s tits certainly weren’t, thought James.

Alanah was taken aback by James’s large hands and muscular arms suddenly all over her topless body. But the shock didn’t lead to any complaints or questions. She instead watched as James tried to dry her off as best he could, himself now displaying his chiselled abs.

He made sure to get every part, paying extra attention to her big, pale nipples that stood out from her recently tanned skin. His job was made harder as Alanah began to sweat from both the heat and the steamy situation she found herself in.

Having gone to the floor to pick up the tray, Elyse took this opportunity to get a good view of underneath Alanah’s skirt, seeing her bright pink panties. She wondered if Alanah was smooth and silky, or if she had a cute little bush hidden away.

What was certain, however, was that James was taking his time helping dry Alanah off. Perhaps, Elyse thought devilishly, he was enjoying getting his hands on the 27-year olds tits. A bigger pair than he was used to.

“I’m gonna check the lost property room and find you something to wear,” James said sympathetically, finally bringing his hands away from Alanah’s chest. She clutched his shirt tightly to her chest in an attempt to cover up her breasts.

“That would be great thanks.” She replied, still flustered from everything that had just happened in a matter of minutes. In her mind, she replayed everything that had just happened.

She’d got her tits out, in front of her co-workers. Married co-workers no less. James had touched her tits! In full view of his wife. Either Elyse hadn’t realized, or maybe she didn’t care.

Or, perhaps - incredulously - Alanah wondered if Elyse had actually wanted James to see her naked. Had Elyse spilt those drinks on purpose? She definitely knew what she was doing when she made James take his shirt off and use it as a towel.

Alanah kept these thoughts and questions in her mind as the afternoon went on, just as James was to keep replaying the image of a topless Alanah in his head too.

Hours later, back in their apartment, Elyse and James were still thinking about Alanah.

“Hey, calamity Jane, careful in there,” James said sarcastically, leaning against the closed bathroom door. “You wanna play games later? Human Fall Flat? Castle Crashers?” He joked.

On the other side of the door, a freshly showered Elyse smirked at James’s puns. She returned with one of her own.

“Why don’t you play with yourself? You must be dying to play with your joystick after feeling up Alanah today.”

James grew defensive. “I was helping her dry off - you insisted!”

“Such a gentleman” Elyse purred teasingly. “You did a good job. But you took your sweet time, didn’t you?”

Elyse tingled as she placed her hand on her pussy, around her neat peach fuzz and moving her fingers over her clit.

“You had to make sure you got every last drop of drink off her smooth, soft skin didn’t you babe? Check every last part of her big tits.”

James, still on the other side of the door, was beginning to enjoy Elyse’s dirty talk. He realized that it wasn’t into trouble that he was going to get into tonight. His cock grew harder in his pants.

Elyse continued her tease, no doubt aware of the effect she was having on James.

“I don’t think she minded actually. Having your strong muscles touching her like that. She probably quite enjoyed it.”

“It sounds like you enjoyed it too.” James countered, hearing Elyse elicit a small moan from inside the bathroom.

Elyse was slowly flicking and tugging her stiff nipples. “Like I would enjoy seeing my buff, chiselled husband touching his slutty younger co-worker. Rubbing his shirt all over her tits.”

Reaching for the shower massager, she adjusted it to a light pulse to first gently tease my inner thighs with the water. She adjusted the temperature of the water just a bit, a little cooler, so it would feel cold against her hot pussy lips.

Her body started to build up a tight tension that needed release. Elyse felt an intense spasm in her pussy and her knees weakened. Panting and dizzy, she leaned against the tiled wall for support.

James could hear her breathing heavily. and closed his eyes, in his head conjuring up images of his wife playing with herself just feet away on the other side of the locked door. These images were intermixed with his recollection of Alanah’s bare chest earlier that day.

“Go on, stroke your big dick for her. Focus on how her skin felt, how those big tits felt in your hands.”

Elyse knew she had done the job, but she wasn’t finished. She needed more. A strong desire and hunger remained that wasn’t yet satisfied.

“Tell me what you’d do to her if she was here. If she came knocking, knowing I was away and would never find out.”

James stroked faster, mouth left open as he breathed heavier.

“I’m going to slide my dick into her hungry pussy….it’s going to feel so hot and tight.”

“Slow down cowboy. What is she wearing? Is she dressed up just for you? A silky nightgown, which she seductively opens to reveal her lingerie. An expensive set, which she bought to please you. Never worn before for anyone else.”

“She’s wearing stockings too. Silk stockings.” James added into the fantasy.

The two comedians were now playing a twisted version of the improv game ‘Yes and…’ as the couple continued back and forth between each other. Ramping up the fantasy as Elyse gave James his own personal jerk off encouragement display.

Elyse made James describe Alanah in great detail. How her ass hugged her leggings, and how busty she looked when she posted those pictures from her birthday party on a boat, her white bikini top struggling to contain her tits.

James reeled off in detail his favorite things about Alanah’s face, her hair and her feet. What he would do to her body. How he would fuck her. As he continued, the lock turned on the bathroom door and crept open.

“You don’t have to fantasise anymore”

Elyse stood in front of James, hair tied in a neat ponytail and wearing the sports jersey from earlier.

Alanah’s own clothes.

It was more like a dress, as Elyse was much shorter, hiding her supple breasts and hungry pussy underneath the thin fabric.

She leant seductively against the frame of the door, watching James’s hard cock twitch at the sight of his innocent little wife wearing the clothes of the woman he was fantasising about fucking.

“Pretend I’m not your wife. I’m not Elyse, not for tonight. No. Tonight I’m Alanah. That hot, 27-year old Australian beach babe who has those big tits and a big ass. The tits you had your hands on. Right in front of your wife.”

Passion surged in both of them, a new fire in their burning love. James picked up the petite blonde, his herculean frame carrying her over to the bed, their mouths locked in an embrace.

Gently he placed her down onto the bed, moving down onto his knees at the side of the bed once she was in position. She watched in anticipation as he lifted up the bottom of the jersey, revealing her sweet prize underneath.

Keeping one hand on his cock, wanking slowly in purposeful strokes, he used his other to run up and down her chest. Playing with her hard nipples and tickling her navel.

One of his fingers navigated to her tight pussy. The lips were fat, engorged by her arousal. The aroma coming from her was intoxicating, her natural scent mixing with the enticing fragrance from her shower. Elyse was wet, really wet, with desire.

James kissed his way from her stomach to her thighs and then finally to her creamy, wet snatch. He began licking and laving her pussy, quickly driving her into a frenzy. She couldn’t believe how excited she was getting as James expertly used his tongue on her pretty pink pussy. Wet and horny, she wanted to get wildly fucked. Fucked by her husband, while he fantasised about fucking another woman.

Paying close attention to how she was breathing, James increased the speed of his licks and caresses to match. He wasn’t afraid to slow down and give himself time to notice Elyse’s responses. It made it easier for her to orgasm because she trusted that James would adjust
and calibrate to what her body wanted. She could relax even deeper.

He would lick while looking at her seductively. Then pause to caress her entire body. Only to resume licking her when she began to show signs of craving his tongue on her clitoris again.

James could see that he was giving Elyse everything she wanted.

Her skin was flushed deep red, her breathing rapid in between moans of sheer delight. She pulled James further into her wet and engorged pussy, telling him just with her body that she wanted more.

James increased the pressure of his tongue. Licking faster. Sucking on Elyse’s clit only when he knew she was at the very peak of reaching orgasm. He was rewarded with a loud cry and a sudden gush of liquid over his face as Elyse squirted.

Climbing onto the bed, he lay down and Elyse straddled James on her knees. He caressed her with a finger, then rubbed her stickiness on the head of his cock and spread it down the shaft, to further ease his entry inside. She took his shaft in her hand and slipped his cock head into her pussy. Slowly she then lowered herself until her sweet slippery pussy had been impaled. Elyse gasped feeling the press of his hot flesh inside her.

She relaxed her muscles, closing out everything but him. His scent and the feel of his cock moving against her then entering her, slowly, so very slowly—and desire filled her as he slid inside and out inch by inch.

James hadn’t forgotten it was Alanah he was fucking tonight, not Elyse. The scene-setting from the dirty talk and jerk off encouragement fantasising about Alanah had done its job in transforming, for this night, the innocent Elyse into the homewrecking Alanah.

Elyse pulled up the jersey, letting her perfect little tits bounce up and down in front of him.

“You are my horny little slut aren’t you Alanah?”

She nodded obediently.

“Tell me, Alanah, let me hear you say it” James commanded, almost growling.

”I’m your horny little slut, James!”

“Good girl. Now get on your hands and legs for Daddy.”

Her heart fluttered as James said that word. Daddy.

Elyse had never considered getting bred before. But she’d seen videos and read stories about women who had been thoroughly bred by their powerful men. She was still unsure, but as James continued to pump his cock inside her, she couldn’t help but yearn for him to pump his seed deep inside her womb. Making him a real Daddy.

She obeyed his orders, climbing off of his raging erection and moving onto her hands and knees. She stuck her rear in the air, showing off her tight little asshole tucked away in between her cheeks. But James wouldn’t be using that hole tonight. If she was going to be bred, it was her already aching pussy that required more attention.

“You have to cum inside me, you must breed me.” Elyse pleaded.

James gripped her blonde ponytail, pulling it towards him as he roughly fucked her. Elyse gave a pained reaction, but she didn’t tell him to stop.

“Rougher, I need it rougher.”

All too happy to oblige, James brought his hands down onto Elyse's ass checks using his powerful muscles. He spanked her three times, each one with more force than the last.

She screamed out in pain. He knew the stinging effects of his spanking were still fresh when he rammed his dick inside her pussy, taking longer strokes to make the impact of slapping against her skin even more forceful. Her ass jiggled sexily in rhythm with the fucking.

Twice her knees slid down in exhaustion and twice James propped them back up.

“I’m not done with you yet.” James barked, gripping both hands on her ass as he continued to fuck her.

“Mmmm, yes, fuck me!” she cried as her pussy was beaten into submission.

“Yeah, you like that big cock huh, you dirty slut?” James asked, leaning in her ear. “Elyse has never been fucked like this before.”

Elyse bit down on her necklace trying to stifle her moans, before letting it fall out of her mouth and return to swinging against her flushed red chest.

She cried out with each stroke of his cock as he fucked her, his raw power driving her to orgasm. Her back arched, head raised to the skies in delight.

While she was still cumming, James pulled her down to him, and using his muscular strength, rolled them in bed until he was on top of her.

He placed her legs over his shoulders and penetrated even deeper into her. Elyse gasped as his massive cock slid fully into her once more, pressing hard against her cervix. James gently kissed her neck, before becoming more aggressive as he began to savagely fuck her. Driving his meat into her as hard as he could.

Elyse continued to scream and cum as he hammered her.

“Breed me, make these big tits get even bigger. Swollen and sore as they’re filled with milk."

Elyse was almost shouting. Fired up by her latest depraved line, James brought his head down and took Elyse’s bouncing tits into his hungry mouth.

"Suck on them. Go on, drink Alanah’s mommy milk so you can get stronger and put another baby in her womb.”

He sucked on her hard nipples and moved his tongue around her areola as if he were actually drinking fresh, warm breast milk from the lactating tits of a pregnant Alanah.

James had to refrain from biting down too hard, his primal instincts wanting to take over, momentarily forgetting it was not actually a pregnant Alanah whose breasts he was ravaging.

He regained focus, taking his mouth away from her breasts and back up to stare into her madly loving eyes. Never once slowing down his hips as he pounded the petite blonde harder and faster. Sweat was dripping from his body as if he were in the gym. He was pumping Elyse like he was pumping iron, every ounce of his power working to slam in and out of her. All to take her to the edge of orgasm again.

“Breed me, James!”

The dirty talk was close to sending him over the edge as well.

Each filthy word and fantasy from his wife's mouth raised his desire to fulfil her wishes; a depraved cocktail of dirty talk and the burning warmth from her dripping pussy demanding release.

Her fingers dug into the sheets, her hands closing into a fist. She punched the bed in ecstasy.

“Fuck me James, fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked your wife!” she shouted, as James reached his peak. He could go no faster nor thrust any harder.

Elyse wrapped her legs around him, trapping him inside her. There was only one place his cum was going to go. Breaking character again, Elyse screamed out as her most powerful orgasm yet was about to course through her body.

“That’s it, you have to cum deep inside her. You have to get Alanah pregnant. Mark Alanah as yours.”

James grunted as his final thrusts launched their huge load. His cock heaved and pulsed repeatedly. Elyse felt his warmth wash across her womb like a tsunami, coating her insides.

James pulled his still hard cock out and collapsed beside her. He was spent, his thick load deeply entrenched in the fertile womb of an exhausted Elyse.

Elyse moved her hands down to her dripping pussy, catching the spilling seed that had not been able to pass through her completely full cum tunnel onto her fingers. Slowly she licked up the cum she had collected, savouring every last gift that James had given to her.

Smiling and perfectly content, Elyse rolled over to James and lay her head on his rapidly-beating chest. She wrapped her arm around him and snuggled close. She'd revealed her deepest secret as a cuckquean, wanting her husband to breed another woman.

“That was amazing, holy shit.” James panted. “I’m exhausted.”

Elyse smiled and looked lovingly into her husband's eyes.

“You’ll need to get your energy back. Alanah wants you at full-strength when you fuck and breed her for real.”

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James replayed the night he’d bred Elyse over and over again in his head.

The sex was unlike any other they’d had as a couple before. It was primal, rough, and intense; but yet loving and meaningful. James and Elyse, husband and wife together in perfect harmony.

It had awakened something in him. James discovered that there’s no more intimate way to dominate someone else - or for them to cede power - than through breeding. He longed to repeat that night, to ravage his wife’s fertile womb and shoot his potent seed inside and breed her once more.

James still heard Elyse’s voice echo perfectly in his head what she had said; as she lay there with cum dripping out of her:

“Alanah wants you at full strength when you fuck and breed her for real.”

Despite just being all roleplay and fantasy that it was Alanah Pearce who James was fucking, it really was Elyse’s desire to see her husband breed Alanah. To watch him use all of his muscles and raw power as he’d slam in and out of the busty platinum blonde-haired Australian, firing torrents of cum into her unprotected womb.

Elyse would always tell Alanah how amazing it had felt to be bred, and how much better her life was now she was pregnant.

Alanah herself had been fascinated by the changes in Elyse’s petite body. Her supple breasts now growing perkier and rounder, and her swollen belly sticking out from underneath her clothes.

Elyse and James knew Alanah had definitely been intrigued by the idea of herself getting pregnant. One time Elyse had caught her with a browser full of breeding stories open. Another time, James spied Alanah researching ovulation trackers and for food that helps improve fertility.

There was no guarantee this was something Alanah would go through with. Was it just out of curiosity, or did she indeed have a desire to be bred?

If she did, the difficulty lay in convincing Alanah that James would be the one to breed her.

Ever the devoted husband, James wanted nothing more than to make Elyse’s cuckquean and breeding fantasy a reality. So in the months after, Elyse and James had been working together on a plan to make it happen.

They couldn’t make it too obvious, needing to keep up their perfect married couple image and hide their depraved desires. Nobody could find out that Elyse wanted James to not only have sex with women other than his wife; but also to cum inside them as much as possible until he got them pregnant.

The Funhaus community had already been adapting to the news that Elyse would be away for some time due to her pregnancy. In order to concentrate on being a mom, fans feared she’d leave the channel for good.

Matters were not helped with the channel losing viewers constantly, and more and more fan-favorite team members leaving the channel. Included among the departures was Alanah. She had always made it known she wanted to work on the industry side of the games business, leaving her journalism and media world behind.

But Alanah hadn’t just left Funhaus.

Alanah had unknowingly left a hole in the plan held by James and Elyse too.

A Few Months Later

James opened the door to the office and saw the ever-beautiful Alanah standing nervously in front of him, her casual appearance of an oversized sweater, yoga pants, and baseball cap not diminishing her natural beauty at all.

The two hadn’t seen each other since she’d quit Funhaus. Here she was once more, to pick up some belongings she’d left behind.

He eyed her as she nervously cast her eyes down.

“I was beginning to worry I’d never see you again. Seems to be a common theme when people leave Funhaus.”

She sensed sadness rather than anger in his tone and blushed slightly, as James then motioned her inside.

He sat her at his desk, which was strewn with papers. He was the undisputed boss of the business now, although the business wasn't exactly booming. With each passing day, views got lower and lower and morale was plunging too just as much as the advertising revenue they relied on.

Caught up with his work from the financial side of things, James had been working tirelessly to save the business from going under while juggling multiple personal projects as well as looking after Elyse.

“I was curious to know if you were starting a new job soon?” Alanah said to James, well aware of his current situation.

“I can't say I haven't thought about it. I know Bruce and Lawrence are doing pretty well for themselves these days."

Alanah smiled, “I know, Bruce has got married and is building his dream house. Lawrence told me he was thinking of buying a yacht. Although that was probably the alcohol talking.”

James allowed himself a small laugh. He did miss his old friends, and deep down he was happy for them. But he had his own dreams and goals that he wanted to achieve. Including one very particular scenario involving a certain former co-worker that had long been on his list of things to do. Quite literally in this case.

"I'm glad you mentioned alcohol. How about a drink"

Alanah nodded, "A drink would be nice. Whiskey please."

James grabbed two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. A bottle that he preferred to save for special occasions. He knew this was special, a rare chance to get to know Alanah in a very different way.

An Australian double wood, the glass bottle in his hand showcased the rich burnished bronze alcohol, gently rolling out into the glasses below.

“In honor of my favorite Australian,” referencing Alanah’s homeland.

Once he’d poured them both a drink, he sat back in his chair with the chair turned at an angle away from the desk.

His guest’s eyes wandered the room as James made small talk.

“I left my stuff in the main room.”

"Yeah, it's all boxed up ready to go. You had some interesting items in there." He winked, having emphasized the 'interesting'.

Alanah's eyes widened and she smoothed her dress down. Her face turned a bright shade of scarlet until a thought came to her: “If you had your eye on my stuff, then you must have had me on your mind a little bit.”

James knew this was true. He'd been dreaming of finally seeing Alanah again after so long. She was just as hot as he recalled. Maybe she was even better in some ways.

Her breasts were bigger and rounder. Her waist was more slender and her hips curved out more. Her abs were more defined, and her thighs looked plump and juicy hugged by her yoga pants.

He took a swig of his drink then set the glass down and said “You were one of the nicest people at this company. I don’t think I ever thanked you for your help and hard work.”

"You shouldn't need to thank me," she replied.

"I know this was never your preferred job, but you really worked your ass off even with your health issues."

Alanah smiled, taken aback by his words of generosity.

"Well, it’s nice to see that there are still some mature people left who work in this place."

She took another sip of her drink, then set it on the desk. She turned towards James.

“If you want to thank me, you can buy me dinner.”

James was stunned by her forwardness, but not displeased.

A chance at dinner with Alanah was the perfect opportunity to get her back at his place and fuck her at last.

"Sure, dinner sounds great." James poured her another drink as he spoke. He drained his glass and set it on the table too, before turning to face her once more. A sly smile crept across his face and sexually charged thoughts raced through his head.

He imagined Alanah using her feet to stroke his cock up and down while they sat at the restaurant table, trying not to get caught but enjoying the thrill of doing so anyway.

What was once nothing but a fantasy in the back of his mind was now so close to happening.

“So, where do you want to go tonight?” James reached for his phone and began scrolling through restaurant reviews.

Alanah grinned mischievously. “I know a perfect place. It’s a little pricey but it has great food... and a backroom with privacy if we need it later on.” She winked, unable to resist the tease in her voice as she baited him with that final sentence.

Smirking, James pointed to the wedding ring on his finger. "Careful now, I have a wife."

Alanah bit her lip seductively.

“Naughty boy, cheating on your poor, pregnant wife. But, you’re in luck. Married men are my favorite."

Later that evening

Alanah sat opposite James, staring around the lavishly decorated restaurant. The scent of food and wine danced in the air with the sound of a piano scoring the intimate and elegant setting.

Alanah sipped the last of her wine and looked around.

To the right of her was a group celebrating a birthday. On the other side of her, sat a couple in the middle of what seemed to be a very passionate conversation.

Neither the table nor the occupants were what really held Alanah's attention though. She was waiting for the right moment to excuse herself to go to the bathroom.

She needed to pee, and badly. Perhaps it was the nerves?

She'd gone on plenty of dates before. Even dates with other married men. But not with a man married to one of her best friends.

The last couple of hours had been a blur as they talked, laughed, and teased each other. The date was definitely going well. But Alanah could not help but feel weird about it.

It had been a long time since she’d been with another guy. The combination of her new job, and her chronic fatigue meant she hadn’t been out much or really even looking for anything. Combine that with large amounts of alcohol and the taboo of going on a date with your friend's husband, Alanah’s brain was full of ideas tonight - the good and the bad.

"I have to go to the bathroom real quick. Sorry." Alanah whispered to James, before sliding her chair out and walking off towards the restroom.

‘Even the toilets are expensive,’ she thought to herself as she reached the restroom, immaculately clean, deftly scented with citrus, and decorated stylishly despite its less than fashionable function.

But Alanah wasn't there to admire the interior decoration.

Her bladder was bursting, and so she dived into one of the cubicles.

Lifting up her red dress and placing her ass on the seat, Alanah parted her legs and began to pee.

Her mind wandered as she released her bladder. She had even forgotten to wear panties because she had been so distracted all day thinking about the date.

Never before had she reacted so strongly to a man, and she needed to figure out just what it was about him that drew her in.

Was it because he was married? Or perhaps it was her maternal instincts. This man was a father, and an ideal candidate to get her pregnant as she wished for.

Without thought she slipped a finger inside her pussy, already wet from the pee she had just released. Using her other hand, Alanah rubbed her thigh, feeling the tingle it gave her as she slowly teased herself.

Putting one leg up on the seat, she spread herself even further apart. With a finger, she traced up and down her now puffy labia. Reaching her clit, Alanah circled it slowly before sliding her finger deep inside her hot, wet pussy.

The thought of getting caught had not crossed her mind. All she could focus on was reaching her climax. Moans of pleasure escaped her lips, the sound echoing around the restroom.

Fingering herself faster and more forcefully, she closed her eyes. Imagining that the fingers inside her right now were not her own, but James’s.

Alanah forced herself to stop needing to catch her breath.

Feeling thirsty and horny at the same time, she couldn't help but pull her fingers out of her pussy and bring them to her lips. Licking her fingers, she savored the taste of her juices, even enjoying the hint of pee still mixed in.

This pause didn’t just let Alanah regain her breath, but it allowed her to listen out for any potential visitors to the restroom that would interrupt.

Luckily, she could not hear anyone. She was still alone. Free to carry on touching herself.

Alanah traced her belly back down to her warm pussy, determined to finish her private playtime.

This time she placed three fingers inside while rubbing her clit with her other hand. By now her clit was stiff, matching her swollen nipples straining for relief.

In and out, quicker and more forcefully, her fingers went as her orgasm built.

Hot juices escaped into the crack of her ass and her body began to shake. The sensation of her asshole being tickled by her pussy juices made Alanah reach behind to collect the juices with her finger and lubricate it. Then she slid that finger inside her ass, keeping her other hand firmly inside her pussy as she continued towards the apex of desire.

With both holes filled, the orgasm shook her whole body.

Her toes curled and her feet arched, no longer holding back the moans she had been desperately fighting against. Juices fired out of her dripping pussy as she squirted over her hands and onto the door of the cubicle, remnants escaping onto the floor below.

Panting, Alanah rested her head against the wall for a moment. Little aftershocks of enjoyment flared up in the passing minutes, fading away as her heart rate returned to normal and the orgasm subsided at last.

She stood up carefully, her legs still weak. Pulling down her dress, she flushed away her mess and left the cubicle. With the room remaining empty, Alanah took the time to reset her dress and hair before walking back to the table as if nothing had happened.

As Alanah sat back down, James had a sly grin on his face.

“I was worried you’d fallen down the toilet or something!”

He was met with a middle finger in jest.

The waiter had already cleared their plates away, and James offered Alanah the dessert menu.

“See anything you like?”

“No dessert for me. Watching my weight.”

James narrowed his eyes. “I think you’re in perfect shape.”

Alanah shrugged. “Got to keep my body ready for the beach.”

“You’re welcome to come to the gym with me anytime.” James said, readying his wallet to pay the bill.

Alanah smiled. “Such a gentleman, paying on the first date.”

Unable to resist a flirtatious joke, James retorted. “You can pay for the second then, right?”

James pulled Alanah in close and they began to kiss, their lips parting as his tongue gently entered her mouth.

Alanah allowed herself to be taken away with him and she kissed back as their tongues wrestled. She could feel his hand brush under the smooth fabric of her skirt before coming to rest just above her knee. Just his hands touching her sent shivers down her spine.

She sensed the mood had shifted quickly and could tell James was feeling a little more playful and bold than he usually was. She lay her hand on top of his and nudged his hand a little further up her leg. Almost as if to give him permission to go further.

James obliged and Alanah felt his fingers crawl up the length of her thigh until they came to rest just outside where her panties should have been.

With no panties to get in the way, James ran his fingers along the folds of Alanah’s pussy, still wet and sensitive from her bathroom adventures.

Lifting her head away from James to look around the restaurant, Alanah checked to see if anyone was watching. Nobody was.

She took another sip of wine as James ran his fingers up and down her thigh once again. They moved slowly but purposefully, and Alanah felt herself becoming turned on by this. Taking a deep breath, she shifted her legs wider in anticipation for him to finally bring his fingers to her opening. Her heart raced as he once again reached the top of her thigh and then ran along the slit of her outer lips.

He began to tease them apart, his fingers moving up and down before taking the plunge into her wetness.

Alanah fought to let her sighs escape, just as she had done moments before by herself. She could feel her cheeks become flushed as her body was overcome with tingling sensations. It was too much.

Giving in, Alanah moaned out loud.

She froze when the waiter reappeared. She’d been so absorbed in the moment.

James still had his fingers inside her and she had nervously shifted trying to sit straighter expecting him to move his hand away. But he didn’t flinch. He just held it there inside.

Alanah knew she couldn’t do or say anything without making a scene. She watched as James flashed her a mischievous smile. She couldn’t believe he would actually leave his fingers inside her while the waiter was talking to them.

The waiter asked if they wanted to order desserts, but James declined.

Alanah felt a finger move a little inside her as if to prompt her into giving an answer. Barely able to concentrate, she replied that she was full, prompting a quiet laugh from James.

The waiter eyed him suspiciously but did not act further, simply collecting the unwanted dessert menu and heading back to retrieve the credit card terminal.

James finally withdrew his fingers from inside of Alanah, causing her to shudder.

Their waiter returned to sort the payment. “Any plans for the rest of the night, Mr and Mrs…”

“Willems” Alanah replied, giving James a wink. “My husband and I are going to the theater.”

“Oh wonderful. What’s on the show tonight?”

“Cats. My favorite musical.” James cut in, sharing an old inside joke with Alanah from their time together working at Funhaus.

The waiter nodded. “I hope you enjoy the show, Mr. and Mrs. Willems.”

James and Alanah just looked at each other and smiled.

After the show

A drunken Alanah stood up awkwardly, almost losing her balance immediately, as she exited the Uber.

James reached out a hand to keep her on her feet. He pulled her towards him, then put his arms around her shoulder.

"That was a nice date. I really enjoyed it," she said, slurring her words.

"Really? You seemed a little nervous there at the end," James replied, slipping one hand in the pocket of his trousers, the other arm still around Alanah's shoulders.

"Oh come on! You had your fingers in my pussy while we were still at the table."

Alanah would never have said, let alone shouted, such a dirty thing in public were she not already filled with multiple bottles of wine.

"It's the first time in years that I've been on a first date again. Being married and all."

Alanah reached up to hold the hand wrapped around her shoulder and ran her fingers along James's wedding ring.

"I don't believe you'd cheat on Elyse without some kind of arrangement or ulterior motive. So what's really happening?" She quizzed him.

Although she wanted an answer, she wouldn’t get one. Not now.

James put his free hand on Alanah’s waist and pulled her towards him, earning her silence from further questions with another kiss. Keeping his other arm wrapped around her shoulder, he guided the tipsy Alanah into the hotel that they had booked for a night.

The two made their way past reception and into the elevator. As the elevator ascended they took the opportunity to share a quick kiss. James leaned in to kiss Alanah, his hands moving up to run over her breasts. He left them there, kneading them between his fingers.

Alanah moved her hands lower over the outside of his trousers. She gasped at what she knew was his hard cock, growing in his trousers as she kept running her hand over it.
The elevator doors opened and they broke off from each other, adjusting themselves before leaving and wandering into the lobby.

Alanah notices James trying to conceal his erection as they walk towards their hotel room still filled with the buzz and confidence granted by innumerable glasses of alcoholic drinks.

He fumbled around the door for a few seconds as he struggles to get the keycard into the door.

Granted access, at last, the two stagger into the room.

Alanah had barely closed the door when she felt herself being grabbed by the waist with James’s muscular arms, letting out a playful yelp in surprise.

She came to rest in the middle of the bed.

It sent shivers down her spine that he was able to ragdoll her around if he wanted to.

James wasted no time climbing on top of her, his body pressed against hers. Pinning Alanah to the bed, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, their tongues wrestling once more.

They shared another deep, long kiss. More passionate than before, hands teasing and bodies moving as they began to undress each other. James swiftly pulled Alanah’s dress up, running his hands around her back to unzip the outfit and reveal her bare breasts.

She returned the favor as she unbuttoned his shirt, tearing it from his body to expose his sexy toned and tanned torso. Her hands went to grab his belt buckle but he stopped her, imposing his will as he pushed her back onto the bed.

Alanah had no choice but to let James have his way.

She lay there surrendering her instincts as his mouth kissed her neck, nibbling and tasting it. His hands rushed over her stomach as they slid up to cup her huge natural tits, making her moan at the touch.

James continued his way along her body, rolling his tongue and hands lazily down her body as he teased every spot. He looked up at Alanah, meeting her eyes, with a seductive smile spread across his face.

She moved her hand to the top of his head as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Starting at each knee, he took hold of each of her legs, pushing them apart as he slowly planted kisses along her inner thighs. He moved upwards, working his way closer to Alanah’s increasingly wet pussy.

His fingers moved apart her outer lips while using his thumb to encircle the base of her clitoris. The feel of his thumb teasing and tweaking her clit forced a moan from Alanah’s lips.

Then came his tongue, plunging into her wet folds and rubbing her clit in circles as waves of pleasure passed through her. Squirming against him and the bed, Alanah’s body reacted strongly to the intense sensations.

The feeling of his tongue lapping inside her created such powerful satisfactions that she began to tremble in ecstasy. He continued to probe deeply with his tongue, each passing second increasing Alanah’s wetness.

Whimpering and shaking, Alanah erupted. She felt herself shoot gust after gust of fluid, squirting all over him.

James came back up from between her legs, licking around his mouth at the juices Alanah had just let free. He looked hungrily at her tits, seizing them and pulling at her now puffy nipples, sending her head backward and her spine into an arch.

Alanah recovered and took the opportunity to unbuckle James’s belt at last. She pushed him back as his pants were brought to his feet. He lifted his legs to remove them, throwing them aimlessly behind him onto the floor.

She slid her hand into his underwear, playing teasingly with them before pulling them down his legs and removing them completely. Her nose was met with his cock as it was released from the constrict of the boxers, flopping down with an audible slap.

Alanah licked her lips at the sight.

She gripped his semi-erect cock in her hand firmly and placed her lips over the tip of it. She moved her mouth slowly up and down the shaft, feeling it twitch in response. As she began to suck it grew firmer and harder.

Taking her time, she enjoyed the taste and feel of his cock inside her. James rubbed her shoulders, digging into them in sync with her sucking. Alanah was reassured that he too was enjoying the feel of her mouth around his cock.

Alanah took his now fully hard cock out of her mouth, looking up at him as she flicked her tongue around the tender, swollen head of his cock. To her surprise, his hips buckled as he became what seemed impossibly harder, wanting release from the building tension.

She pulled him in an inch, sucking strongly then backing off until it was just his tip touching her lips. Then she returned and took another inch, repeating the cycle until her throat was firmly full of his cock. Her chin pressed his balls, her nose touching his waist.

James bucked his hips, reveling in the sensation. He grabbed her head and pressed her face further against his body. She didn’t fight his grasp, closing her eyes and complying with his desire to feel her throat accommodate his cock.

Alanah was beginning to murmur and pull against his grip.

Still he pushed harder.

She opened her eyes and struggled to find a breath with his cock still firmly inside her airway. His pulse sped up, and his thickening cock desperately yearned to be deep inside of her pussy.

James let her go, and she panted deep breaths as his cock fell away for a moment.

He asserted his dominance over her once again, pulling her up off of her knees and manhandling her so she was bent over in front of him, her face and stomach pressed onto the bed with her ass up in the air. Just ready and waiting to be claimed.

He teased her clit and pussy with his cock, spreading her juices over her entrance as well as coating the end of his cock in her own natural lubricant. Then without warning, he sank his shaft deep inside of her body, pushing forward and watching as it spread her wet lips open.

Her body began to contract around his cock, devouring it, and he issued a direct command.

“Look at me Alanah,” he growled fiercely. She did so, meeting his eyes with hers and seeing the burning desire in him.

Alanah was moaning as he continued to thrust his cock into her tight pussy, gaining pace and rhythm as he fucked her.

“Yes James, fuck me.”

James put his hand on her back and pressed firmly, keeping her pinned to the bed and continuing to thrust in and out. Alanah moved her ass back towards him, urging him to fill her up even more. He used his hands, placed on her hips, to show her what he wanted her to do.

Her ass slid back and forth, soon dictating the pace, on James's engorged cock.

Looking up at the back of her head where her soft, dyed hair was swaying back and forward in time with his deep strokes he couldn't resist reaching up and entwining her hair between his fingers. Pulling gently but insistently on her hair he raised her head and pulled her body against his cock in time with his strokes.

He reached around under her with his other hand and stroked her clit in time with her movements against his cock.

Suddenly she was shouting out in ecstasy as she started to cum again, this time with his cock inside her pulsating pussy at long last instead of just his fingers or mouth.

"Oh yes, oh my god, James, I'm going to....oh fuck!" she shouted as she came all over his cock, her body shaking and her pussy clamped firmly around the thick cock inside of her.

She slumped onto the bed, wanting to rest after her third climax of the evening.

But James was not done with her.

He could feel the cum rising in his balls, and he needed to give it all to Alanah. He needed to get her pregnant. He was in control.

Flipping Alanah over, he placed his hands on her throat and squeezed lightly, then inserted his cock back inside the creamy hole he’d just brought to climax.

She lay without resistance, still overcome with her orgasm. She knew he could do whatever he wanted to her. She wanted him to use her. Nothing else felt more right in that moment.

He placed her legs over his shoulders and penetrated even deeper into her. James fucked her fast, thrusting his cock deeper into her warm pussy.

Alanah felt her cervix being pressed and hit by James’s cock as he fucked her. She let out a scream as he hammered her.

“Oh shit, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!” Alanah screamed as her pussy squirted juices onto James’s waist. Her pussy clamped down on James’s cock, and he thrust right up to her cervix.

Unable to move, Alanah was helpless as a huge stream flooded her pussy.

James growled as he deposited another huge load with his final thrusts. Still cumming James tried to thrust even deeper as she begged him to pull out. But he only responded by moaning and pushing a little further each time making sure all his cum was deep inside her.

She splintered at the touch, wrapped in the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced. Alanah’s body betrayed her and she came yet again from knowing her unprotected pussy got flooded once more.
Alanah felt the cum dripping out, and this was enough to bring her back to her senses. The ecstasy soon gave way to panic. “Oh my god. I’m not on birth control.”

Before James could even say anything, Alanah continued to ramble in her haste, fumbling around as the cum overflowed, her pussy too full to contain it all.

“What would Elyse say? Fuck, I feel awful...:”

“She would say it’s exactly what she wants” came an unmistakable voice from the darkness.

Elyse’s voice.

James’s wife appeared as if from nowhere. Wearing the very clothes she had taken from Alanah on the day that James had bred her all those months ago.

Cradling her baby bump through the fabric of Alanah’s old outfit, Elyse spoke softly but with an air of authority about herself.

“Elyse wants a brother or sister for her baby. She wants to be an Auntie as well as a Mommy.”

Alanah’s eyes widened as she saw Elyse come closer.

She realized that Elyse had been watching the whole thing. That Elyse had heard every moan.

Still in shock, she was lost for words.

Her concerns were sensed by Elyse, who simply smiled before she sat down next to her on the bed, then wrapped her arms around her. James too moved up next to Alanah and laid her head on his shoulder in one last act of control.

The three of them sat in silence for a moment, on the bed where James had just filled Alanah’s womb with his potent seed.

In the room which Elyse, already pregnant, had watched her husband fuck another woman.

The woman whose clothes she was wearing. The woman who would give her unborn baby a sibling.

Finally Elyse spoke up, as innocently as she could.

“You’re going to be a mommy Alanah. Welcome to our little family.”