The bedroom lights dimmed low, casting shadows over Monica’s voluptuous curves as she straddled her husband on their king-sized bed. Her huge DD tits bounced with each thrust, the thin nightgown she’d worn for him already pushed up to her waist. His cock slid deep into her soaked pussy, her juices coating him as she rode him harder, her sensitive nipples hardening against the fabric. Monica’s large round brown areolas peeked through the sheer material, begging for attention.

‘Oh God, baby,’ her husband groaned, gripping her wide hips. ‘I want to see you like this with them. A group of big black bulls, their thick cocks stretching you wide while I film every second.’

Monica’s breath hitched, her prim and proper facade cracking as ambivalence warred with the heat building in her core. She was a business executive by day, a devoted mother, but deep down, the closet whore in her thrilled at his words. Her pussy clenched around him, wetness dripping down his shaft. ‘You ... you always say that,’ she whispered, her voice trembling, but her body betrayed her, grinding faster.

He reached up, pinching her sensitive nipples through the gown, sending jolts straight to her clit. She moaned loudly, her curvy body arching. ‘I mean it, Monica. I want them to breed you. Fill that tight pussy with their hot cum until it takes. Watch your belly swell with their baby while I stroke myself to the videos.’

The fantasy hit her like a wave. Explosive orgasms ripped through her, her walls pulsing around his cock as she cried out, soaking the sheets. He thrust up hard, spilling his load inside her, but it wasn’t enough. His perverted arousal only grew, knowing he’d push her further tonight.

Later that evening, he convinced her to dress for their ‘date.’ Monica stood before the mirror, her hands shaking as she slipped into the black heels that made her legs look endless. The short skirt hugged her round ass, barely covering her bare pussy—no panties, just as he liked. She buttoned the top two buttons of the thin fabric blouse, leaving the rest undone. Her massive tits swayed freely, the deep cleavage exposing hints of her large brown areolas with every breath. She felt exposed, like a whore on display, and though she protested softly—’This is too much, honey, what if someone sees?’—her thighs grew slick with arousal. The attention she craved made her wet, her clit throbbing against the cool air.

He drove them to the upscale lounge downtown, his hand sliding up her thigh under the table, fingers brushing her smooth folds. ‘You’re dripping already,’ he murmured, eyes gleaming. ‘They’ll love this.’ Monica flushed, sipping her drink, ambivalent but unable to deny the rush. A group of four well-endowed black men at the bar caught his eye—tall, muscular, their presence commanding. He nodded to them, whispering the plan in her ear.

She hesitated, heart pounding, but his pressure was relentless, his hand now circling her clit under the skirt. ‘For me, baby. Let them breed you like I dream.’ The wetness between her legs won out. They approached, the men grinning as they eyed her curves, her tits nearly spilling from the blouse.

Back at a private suite he’d booked, the husband set up the camera on a tripod, his cock already hard in his pants as he directed. ‘Show them what a good wife you are, Monica.’ The men circled her, hands roaming her body. One pulled her blouse open fully, her huge DD tits tumbling free, nipples erect and sensitive. He latched onto one, sucking hard, teeth grazing the large brown areola. Monica gasped, her knees buckling as pleasure shot through her.

‘Fuck, she’s stacked,’ another growled, yanking her skirt up to expose her bare pussy, glistening and ready. He dropped to his knees, tongue diving in to lick her folds, lapping at her clit while she moaned, hands clutching his head. The third man freed his massive cock—thick, veined, at least ten inches—pressing it against her lips. ‘Suck it, slut.’ Ambivalence faded as her closet whore emerged; she opened wide, tongue swirling around the head before taking him deep, gagging as he fucked her mouth.

Her husband filmed it all, stroking himself through his pants. ‘That’s it, take their cocks. Let them breed my wife.’ The fourth man positioned behind her, rubbing his enormous dick along her ass crack before slamming into her pussy. She cried out around the cock in her mouth, stretched impossibly full. He pounded her relentlessly, balls slapping her clit, while the sucker switched to her other nipple, pinching and twisting until she shuddered in orgasm.

They rotated, each man claiming her holes. One lay back, pulling her onto his lap; she sank down on his thick shaft, her tits bouncing as she rode him. Another shoved into her mouth, face-fucking her while the third fingered her ass, prepping it. ‘Gonna fill all your holes,’ he promised. Her husband zoomed in, capturing the way her pussy lips gripped the invading cock, juices squirting with each thrust.

Monica lost herself, orgasms crashing one after another. Her sensitive nipples were sucked and bitten, sending her over the edge repeatedly. ‘Breed me,’ she begged suddenly, the words tumbling out as the fantasy consumed her. The man beneath her groaned, flooding her womb with hot cum, thick ropes pumping deep. He pulled out, only for the next to take his place, his even bigger cock stretching her cum-slick pussy further.

‘Look at her take it,’ her husband narrated to the camera, his voice husky. ‘My prim wife, getting bred by black cocks.’ The ass-fingerer lubed up and pushed in, double-penetrating her. Monica screamed in ecstasy, her body quivering as they fucked her in tandem, the mouth-fucker pulling out to slap his dick on her tits, leaving precum trails on her areolas.

One by one, they unloaded inside her—pussy, ass, even pulling out to cum on her tits and face, but always circling back to pump more into her fertile core. Cum leaked from her holes, her belly already feeling full, the breeding fantasy vivid as she imagined it taking root. Her husband captured every drip, every thrust, his own release staining his pants as he watched his gorgeous, timid wife transformed into a cum-drenched breeding vessel.

Exhausted, Monica collapsed among them, her curvy body marked and satisfied. She met her husband’s eyes, a mix of ambivalence and secret thrill in her gaze. ‘Did I please you?’ she whispered. He nodded, kissing her forehead. ‘Perfect. We’ll do it again soon.’

Two months had slipped by since that wild night in the suite, and Monica’s life had returned to its polished surface. By day, she commanded boardrooms as the sharp business executive, her prim suits hiding the voluptuous curves that had been so thoroughly ravished. Evenings were filled with family dinners, her role as a devoted mother keeping her grounded. But in the quiet hours after her husband drifted off to sleep, the memories clawed their way back, igniting a fire she couldn’t ignore.

She’d slip into the bathroom, the door locked, her hand trembling as she retrieved the thick, long black dildo her husband had bought weeks after the event. ‘For prepping you,’ he’d said with a wink, his eyes dark with that familiar perverted hunger. It was a monster—veined, rigid, easily eleven inches of unyielding silicone that mimicked the huge cocks that had claimed her. Alone in the dim light, Monica would spread her legs on the edge of the tub, her pussy already slick from the flashbacks: the stretch, the relentless pounding, the hot floods of cum deep inside.

Her fingers would part her wet gooey folds first, teasing her swollen clit until she whimpered. Then she’d press the dildo’s blunt head against her entrance, gasping as it forced its way in, inch by thick inch. ‘Oh fuck,’ she’d breathe, rocking her hips to take more, imagining those black men surrounding her again. Her huge DD tits heaved with each thrust, her sensitive nipples peaking hard against her nightshirt. She’d fuck herself deep and fast, the toy bottoming out against her cervix, her juices coating its length as orgasms ripped through her. Cum-like lube would squirt from the base when she triggered it, filling her up just like they had, leaving her panting and spent, the ambivalence a distant echo drowned by raw need.

The weekend arrived like a storm she both dreaded and craved. Her husband cornered her in the kitchen Saturday morning, his hands on her waist as he nuzzled her neck. ‘It’s time again, baby. I can see it in your eyes—you’ve been thinking about it. Let me set up another session. Those bulls will breed you proper this time.’

Monica hesitated, her cheeks flushing as she stirred her coffee. ‘I ... I don’t know. It was so intense last time. What if it’s too much?’ Her voice wavered, the prim wife resurfacing, but her thighs clenched at the thought, her core already warming. She’d been prepping in secret, after all, her body betraying her reluctance.

He pressed closer, his erection grinding against her ass. ‘You loved it. I watched you cum harder than ever. And I’ve got the same group lined up—bigger cocks, ready to pump you full. I’ll record it all, just for us.’ His fingers dipped under her skirt, finding her bare pussy—no panties, a habit he’d ingrained. She was damp already. ‘See? You’re wet for it.’

She bit her lip, ambivalence twisting in her gut, but the pressure built like the orgasms from her solo sessions. ‘Fine,’ she murmured finally, a spark of eagerness flickering through the hesitation. ‘But only because you want it so bad.’ Deep down, the closet whore stirred, hungry for the attention, the stretch, the breeding.

By evening, she stood before the mirror once more, the ritual familiar yet electric. Black heels clicked as she stepped into them, elongating her legs and arching her back. The short skirt clung to her round ass, riding up just enough to tease. No panties, of course—her smooth pussy exposed to the air, already tingling. The thin fabric blouse went on next, top two buttons fastened, the rest left open so her massive DD tits swayed freely, large round brown areolas flashing with every movement. She cupped them, thumbs brushing her sensitive nipples, a shiver racing straight to her clit. ‘Like a whore,’ she whispered to her reflection, but the wetness between her legs said otherwise.

Her husband drove them to the same upscale lounge, his hand possessive on her thigh, occasionally dipping to stroke her folds. ‘You’re going to shine tonight,’ he promised, parking and leading her inside. The group was there—four towering black men, their muscular frames and confident smirks unchanged, but their eyes lit with fresh hunger as they spotted Monica’s provocative display. Her tits nearly escaped the blouse with each step, drawing stares that made her pussy throb.

They didn’t waste time. Back in the private suite, the camera whirred to life on its tripod, her husband settling into a chair with a bulge straining his pants. ‘Make her ours again,’ he directed, voice thick. The men closed in, hands immediately roaming. One yanked the blouse apart, buttons popping as her huge tits spilled out, bouncing heavily. He grabbed one, squeezing the soft flesh before latching his mouth over the large brown areola, tongue flicking the sensitive nipple. Monica moaned, her knees weakening as pleasure jolted through her, straight to her core.

‘Been missing this cock?’ another asked, freeing his massive shaft—thick as her wrist, veins pulsing. He guided her hand to it, making her stroke the length while he hiked her skirt. Her bare pussy glistened, folds puffy from anticipation. He dropped low, spreading her thighs and burying his face between them, tongue plunging into her wet gooey entrance. She bucked against his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair as he sucked her clit, lapping up her arousal.

The third man stepped up, his even longer dick slapping against her cheek. ‘Open up, slut.’ Eagerness overtook her hesitation now; she parted her lips, tongue darting out to lick the precum from the tip before sucking him in. He groaned, thrusting shallow at first, then deeper, her throat stretching around his girth as she gagged and slurped.

Behind her, the fourth positioned his enormous cock at her pussy, rubbing the head along her slick slit. ‘Ready to get bred?’ Without waiting, he slammed home, filling her completely in one brutal push. Monica cried out around the dick in her mouth, her walls clenching greedily on the invasion. He fucked her hard, hips snapping, balls smacking her ass as her tits jiggled from the force.

Her husband filmed every angle, zooming on the way her pussy lips gripped the thick shaft, juices squirting with each withdraw. ‘Fuck her full, boys. Breed my wife like the whore she is.’ The nipple-sucker switched sides, biting down gently on the other peak, sending her into her first orgasm. She shuddered, pussy spasming, milking the cock inside her as waves crashed over her.

They shifted seamlessly, eagerness fueling Monica’s participation. She pushed back onto the pounding dick, sucking harder on the one in her mouth, her hands jerking the others. One lay on the bed, pulling her down onto his lap. She straddled him willingly, sinking onto his veined monster, her curvy body undulating as she rode, tits bouncing wildly. ‘Yes, fill me,’ she gasped, the words escaping unbidden, her secret sessions making her bold.

Another knelt before her, shoving into her mouth again, face-fucking her while she ground down. The third oiled his fingers, probing her tight ass, then replaced them with his cockhead. He pushed in slow, stretching her further, the double penetration making her scream in bliss around the thrusting shaft. They pistoned in rhythm, her holes stuffed, the sensations overwhelming.

Cum came first from the man in her ass, grunting as he unloaded deep, hot spurts coating her insides. He pulled out, seed dripping down to mix with her pussy juices. The one beneath her followed, gripping her hips and pumping rope after rope into her womb, the breeding heat making her clench and cum again, her sensitive nipples tweaked by roaming hands.

They rotated, each taking turns to claim her pussy, determined to breed her out. Monica begged now, hesitation gone in the haze of lust. ‘More ... breed me with your huge cocks.’ The mouth-fucker erupted across her tits, painting her large brown areolas white, but then flipped her over, sliding into her cum-filled pussy to add his load.

Her husband captured it all—the way cum leaked from her stretched holes, her body quivering through endless orgasms, the men’s thick dicks plunging in and out. Finally, the last one hoisted her legs over his shoulders, pounding deep and hard, his balls tightening before he flooded her core with the biggest creampie yet. Monica arched, screaming as her climax peaked, imagining her belly rounding with their seed.

Drained and glowing, she lay amid the tangle of bodies, cum oozing from her pussy and ass, marking her as bred. Her husband approached, camera still rolling, and kissed her deeply. ‘You were perfect—eager and filthy. Can’t wait for the next one.’ Monica smiled through her haze, the thrill lingering, her ambivalence shattered for now.