The Breeder Part 1

​​I park across the street from her house, in the usual spot where no one would think to look twice. The night is still, with a low hum of anticipation in the air as I step out of the car. My pulse quickens as I approach her home, the darkness wrapping around me like a cloak. She’s waiting for me on her enclosed porch, a shadowy figure in the pitch-black night. She doesn’t turn on the light. There’s no need; we both know why I’m here.  
 
Her wife is inside, tending to the kids, perfectly aware of what’s about to happen on the other side of the wall. The thought of her knowing, of her being okay with this, even encouraging it, sends a thrill through me. This whole situation is so wrong, so forbidden, and yet, that’s exactly what makes it so irresistible.
 
She leads me to a spot on the porch where a blanket is laid out, the soft fabric waiting to cradle our bodies. From the living room, I can hear the faint sounds of the TV, the playful chatter of her kids, and her wife’s soothing voice as she talks to them. My heart races, the thrill of what we’re about to do amplified by the knowledge that her family is just a room away.  
 
As I strip down, the night air cool against my skin, I can feel her eyes on me. At 6’5” and 250 pounds of solid muscle, I know my size has always been something that draws her in. When I finally remove my boxers, my cock springs free—thick, long, and as stiff as a steel rod. It’s like the leg of a chair, solid and unyielding, as thick as a Monster can of soda, and radiating strength. Her breath hitches, and I can see the hunger in her eyes as she takes me in.  
 
Before long, she’s naked too, the cool night air brushing against her skin as she lowers herself to the ground. The world outside fades away as she takes my cock in her mouth, the sheer size of me filling her completely. I can feel the tension in my muscles as I stand there, strong and steady, while she works her lips and tongue around my thickness. The sounds from inside the house—her wife, her children—only heighten the intensity of the moment, reminding me of how close we are to being caught, how forbidden this is.  
 
She’s good—really good. The way she moves, the way she looks up at me as she takes me deeper, it’s like she knows exactly what I need. Her mouth is warm and wet, and I can feel her struggling a bit as she tries to take all of me in, her jaw stretching to accommodate my size. But she doesn’t stop, even when I can see her eyes watering from the effort. It’s the kind of dedication that drives me wild.  
 
When I’m fully hard, my cock feels like an unstoppable force, and she straddles me, slowly lowering herself onto me. Her body shudders as I stretch her open, filling her inch by inch until I’m buried deep inside her. The fullness is overwhelming, and I can see the way she bites her lip to keep from crying out. I grab her hips, my grip firm, guiding her as she begins to move, grinding down on me, taking me as deep as she can.  
 
The sound of her kids’ laughter filters through the walls, mixing with the soft groans that escape her lips. My hands move to her breasts, switching between rough and gentle, sending waves of pleasure through her body. I can feel her trembling, her body on overload from the sensations, the risk, the sheer intensity of what we’re doing.  
 
She cums hard, her body shaking as she clenches around me, and I have to fight to keep myself from losing it right then and there. But she doesn’t stop. She keeps moving, riding me as the pleasure continues to wash over her in waves. I can feel myself getting close, my cock throbbing inside her, and there’s a moment of hesitation, as if I’m about to ask if it’s safe, even though we both know it isn’t.  
“Gonna let me fill you, let me knock you up?” I murmur, my voice thick with need. Just saying the words sends a jolt of desire through me, and I watch as her reaction drives her over the edge again.  
 
Her hips stutter as she cums once more, pulling me closer with her legs, squeezing tight around me. The thought of breeding her, filling her up until there’s no doubt that her body belongs to me, is intoxicating. I want to knock her up, to do it in such a way that there’s no mistaking my intention, that every drop of my seed finds its way deep inside her.  

Finally, I can’t hold back any longer. I cum hard, my cock pulsing as I empty myself into her, filling her with my warmth. The feeling of her, skin against skin, no barriers, no holding back, is everything I’ve been craving. I can feel her body quiver as I continue to pump into her, my cum mixing with her wetness, making her feel so full, so claimed.  
 
After we’re both spent, she reluctantly pulls away and starts getting dressed, her legs still trembling. I pull on my clothes, feeling the cool night air against my skin. She gives me a quick kiss before heading out, her breath still ragged from what we just did.  
 
“Thank your wife for me,” she whispers, her voice low and filled with gratitude. I nod, knowing that this moment, this connection, wouldn’t have been possible without the understanding between us all.  
 
As I watch her walk away, my body still humming from the intensity of it all, I can’t help but feel a deep, primal satisfaction. But already, I miss it—the feel of her quivering around me, the way I filled her so completely, the way our bodies connected on such a raw, intimate level. I know it won’t be long before we do this again, before I’m back, craving more of what only she can give me, thriving on the thought of breeding her again and again.