Rob and Trisha 1
Dawn is away on vacation with the children, and she leaves her wonderful servant Trisha alone so she can take care of the child growing inside her. To make sure she's well-taken-care-of, Dawn also leaves her husband behind to satisfy Trisha's every need. Rob is in for a few surprise and a few revelations about his wife, himself, and his current lover!
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Rob and his wonderful wife, Dawn, had enjoyed the simple, enjoyable life of modern day suburban living just fine. Their love had never wavered, but they had fallen into the same routine day in and day out, settling into their lives as parents instead of enjoying their time as lovers. When Dawn had told him that her friend, Trisha, was hosting a party to make them both feel like college students again, neither were prepared to be greeted by the lovely lady clad only in a bathrobe that she quickly discarded. What followed was a sexual awakening at a rocking swinger’s party. Dawn and Rob enjoyed their time with another lovely couple, then, rocking out with his favorite band, and then finally, joining in on Trisha’s wonderful mechanical bed. That morning, he had no idea his life would be changed forever. The next day, he was an accessory to his wife becoming mistress to the richest woman in the neighborhood, and, maybe, even his connection to Trisha was more than just through Dawn?
Everything else in his life changed. Dawn quit her job and became a full-time porn star, her insatiable lust unquenchable, even by the biggest in the industry. All the while, though, she came home to him at night and rocked his world, so he couldn’t complain.
Then, there was that time they visited her sister's house, only to discover that her husband trained up both of his daughters to pleasure guests, even their extended family!
So, when Dawn said that she was going to take the kids on a vacation to Disney without him, he didn’t bat an eye. After all, someone had to take care of Trisha while she was away, and there’s no way that Trisha could make a trip in her condition.
Rob steps out of the kitchen, dressed only in an apron that reads “bang the cook,” with a tray holding a bowl of soup and orange juice. Beneath that single piece of fabric, his length already pokes up at just thinking of the sight that is to come.
Up the stairs and past the locked room is Trisha and her husband’s public bedroom, the one they want to use when they expect company, but don’t expect to break out their patented “Bed Beast.”
Inside, Trisha sits on the bed, her naked body covered in lovely satin covers, though even then, the distinct curves of her pregnancy show through. When Rob coughs to announce himself, she looks up from her reading glasses, a tablet in her hand showing off one of Dawn’s most recent videos. “Come in, dear…” Trisha coos.
Rob smiles as he slides on next to Trisha, setting up the tray in front of her lap. “I haven’t seen that one before. Is that-?”
“Oh, her? She’s a newbie to the game, but an intersex lady of quite potent form and girth,” Trisha says. “Besides, this is just a practice run, seeing if they work well together. What do you think?” She hands the tablet over to him and he scans over the video as Trisha spoons the soup, sipping the broth.
“Gods, the wonderful miracles that anthros are, huh?” He says, pausing the video on a close-up on his wife’s cum-drenched face. “She looks so happy,” Rob says, a smile spreading across his lips.”
“Well, Sheila is doing a wonderful job with Dawn,” Trisha responds. “That’s her stage name, of course. She’s quite the star. Better to get her paired with Dawn now so she doesn’t overtake her. Those degenerates love their furry girl dicks, I tell you. Mix those up with our star, Dawn, here, and we got a winning combination… now, I just need a story to go with it…” She says, bringing the juice to her lips as she thinks about it.
Rob shrugs and places the tablet aside, shifting over to face Trisha. “Oh, I dunno… I just like seeing her happy, you know? Makes me realize when she gets back, we’re gonna rock the bed apart, probably.”
“Hm, yes…” Trisha says. “But feel free to suggest any fetish you’d like. I’ll let you know about the viability of it.”
“Well,” Rob chuckles, his fingers brushing along the sheet over her form, resting his palm upon her pregnant belly. “I’m a bit of a sucker for breeding, actually.”
“Oh, and here I thought you were a man who liked rough and extreme stuff? After all, the only reason I’m pregnant right now is because you watched your wife being manhandled by my Bed beast, all done up in her pigtails and makeup and taking that fake horsecock..”
Rob’s eyes widen at that, and he scoots in, his voice getting lower. “Y… you mean, you found out that… that this is?”
“Mmm…” Trisha responds, placing her hand upon his. “Well, as long as its mine, it’s also Devon’s, no matter who the donor is.”
Rob blinks at that, his mouth agape.
“Of course…” Trisha says, reaching up and stroking his cheek, “You’ll be around to help be a good second daddy for my child, won’t you?”
He chuckles, “Hell yeah, I will!” Rob responds, leaning in, and the two bring their lips together in a sweet kiss.
Their lips part with a faint smack, and Trisha returns to her meal, sipping a bit more of the broth. “Mmm, this is quite nice and warm on this lovely afternoon,” she says. “If only I had some other way to make things even hotter?”
“Something tells me you’re not talking about pepper,” Rob says, untying his apron.
“I’m not,” Trisha says, the corner of her eye focusing on his body as he pulls the only covering off. Soon, he lays there on his side, fully nude before her, his form quite lovely in its own way as his cock rises to its hardened state.
“I’ve been waiting for you to say something like that,” he says, licking his lips.
Trisha giggles and lifts the tray up off of her. “Remember, don’t be too rough. I am carrying your child, after all.”