A fantasy from the past rekindles the flames of passion for a lonely farmer’s wife.
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The bullman looked surprised when I told him this was the first time I had ever cheated on my husband.
“What’s so special about me?” he asked with a genuinely puzzled expression.
“Do you have to ask?” I laughed.
He smiled wryly, not laughing. I decided to tell him.
“OK, well this one goes back quite a while, to when I was a girl growing up on the farm….” I told him all about my teenage fantasies of the bullman, how I’d lusted after the man who used to visit our farm, his father. How it had all come flooding back today, when I saw him.
He was a little shocked at first, it’s a lot to take in, but I could tell the idea turned him on. He was very interested in the fantasies I had about his father, especially the ones where I ended up pregnant. That got us on to the subject of children.
“How come you don’t have kids, I mean, if it’s OK to ask?”
“Feel free to ask me anything why don’t you!”
“I’m sorry.” He looked downwards shyly, not realizing I was being funny. For some reason that turned me on.
“I’m only kidding. Right now I would tell you anything. I’ve never felt so open, so in touch with another human being.” He beamed in response, a heartwarming smile at me.
“I’ve always wanted kids. We tried but… It just never happened. We’ve never sought help, never went for treatment so we don’t really know if there is a medical problem, or who it might be with…” I trailed off, slightly embarrassed.
“There is one thing that I do know Mary, it’s somewhat of a vocation for me, a calling, if you like.”
“What’s that?” I responded.
“Fertility, breeding. It’s what I do. And I know Mary, I know from your body shape, the chemistry necessary to produce that, from the texture of your mucous, from your bouquet. You’re a fertile woman Mary Waters, and you’re ripe for plucking. Everything about you cries fertile.”
I was gob-smacked. I didn’t know what to say. Now I was the one who looked down shyly. He continued talking.
“It’s probably a moot point since I already came inside you down by the shed earlier. But I’ve been restraining myself since then, since the initial encounter.”
He reached out and put his palm flat on my tummy, the heel of his hand just beneath my belly button.
“Would you betray you husband, in the ultimate way. Would you willingly have another mans baby?”
His words stirred me deeply, my pussy started to ache urgently for him.
His fingers pressed firmly against my lower belly, almost on my mound. I parted my legs instinctively, answering his question without words.
I closed my eyes and moaned softly as his hand moved slowly down and he cupped my mound in his palm.
“Only with you,” I gasped, stunned by my own words, and my willingness to let him do anything he pleased.
I heard the White satin nightie whisper as it gently rustled against the soft flesh of my inner thighs. My wetness was already seeping through the fabric as he caressed my drooling slit.
I moaned softly as he teased me, my pussy so achy tingly.
I reached down and unzipped him. He was thick and hard, but the outer flesh felt soft, supple against my fingertips as I guided him in close. Without thinking I started to speak, the words coming automatically.
“Why don’t you stick your big horn in me Mr. Bullman? Give me all you got, impale me on your breeding rod and ejaculate in me all you want.”
I leaned back against the short side of the kitchen table, my ass supported against the edge, yet not quite sitting on the surface. He stepped in close, standing between my feet, and leaned in kissing me.
I was salivating as his tongue flecked across my lips, breathing in his breath.
As our tongues connected I felt his hands on my thighs pushing up my nightie, the tip of his cock prying open my slit. The sensation of the kiss echoed harmoniously with the divine contact down below.
Then he was pushing inside me once again. I could swear that this time it felt even more intense than before, if that were even possible.
My whole body spasmed as he pushed his way up inside me, an intense orgasm immediately flooded me. His hand caressed my belly all the time, a constant reminder of his intent to impregnate me, as he worked his substantial girth deeper and deeper into me.
I cannot describe the feeling. It was pure magical bliss. When he finished each thrust it felt like he was all the way in, yet somehow he’d get even deeper with the next.
Reality took on a surreal dreamy quality, a feeling of the air being thick and viscous, like moving through treacle. Breathing was difficult, my lungs bursting as I drowned in ecstasy.
I was convulsing helplessly on the kitchen table, unable to breathe as the unrelenting bullman tormented me with impossible pleasures.
I wrapped my white stockinged legs around him, locking my ankles behind him, the gushing bride, feeling his horn goring my sopping pussy so incredibly deep.
I could’nt stop imagining him inseminating me, spouting semen deep within me, spraying unobstructed into my reproductive chamber.
The wetness of our salivating tongues mirrored the pleasures in my tormented pussy, as I locked my heels tighter into his ass. I felt I could never have him deep enough in me as he bucked his hips.
I tried to cry out, to vocalize my desires, but I could not form words, only primal noises, high pitched whimpers.
My mind was thinking “Breed me you big fucking bull” but my cries were euphoric whimpers of pure ecstasy.
He seemed to read my mind, leaning in, his breath tickling my earlobe.
“I’m going to put a baby in you.”
The words he spoke intensified my orgasm, heightening the pitch of my whimpers. I was completely out of control. His cock felt electric, causing every nerve ending in my body to explode continuously.
“You’re ready, you’re fertile.”
“Uhhhaaa” was my helpless response as continued electrocuting me with orgasmic pulses.
“Know that you’re betraying him, your husband, in the worst possible way.”
“Uhhhaaa.” In that moment I didn’t care. Not one iota. I swear, I could feel magic emanating from his fingertips as they skimmed across my abdomen. A low frequency rumbling, almost imperceptible, a remote off earthquake.
And then, for a moment, I felt a nothingness, a perfect emptiness, an absence of sensation. The calm before the eruption.
His horn jerked suddenly sideways, lurching inside my body. Not like a little twitch that I was familiar with, more like a long slow pull to one side. I knew that was the moment of his deluge, oh god it was happening, a sensation of warm spreading wetness as a long pressurized spray of his ejaculate released, his words echoed in my mind.
“Betraying your husband….a baby in you…..betraying your husband…a baby in you…”
And then it happened. I don’t know what to call it, “an awakening,” “a religious experience!” It was a sudden moment of clarity, a moment of pure knowing. I was betraying my husband, deliberately trying to get pregnant with another man. A man who I’d only just met, and yet a man who, in some way, I’d fantasized about since I’d been a young teenage girl. And I knew, I knew I wanted it. The emotion was so pure, so instinctive. In that instant I loved him.
The sudden awareness accompanied by the physical sensation of him coming inside me triggered something new, something that I’d never quite felt before. The pleasure was blindingly intense. Tears were streaming down my face, and juices were streaming from both of us as I milked his squirting cock with my contracting pussy.
I could hear noises coming from me, but I had no control of them. Each time I sensed another eruption from his pulsating cock, my orgasm deepened, feelings of blissful wellbeing washed right through me.
I was in heaven, literally, utterly lost. It seemed to go on and on. Time had no meaning anymore.
I have no idea how long it was before I finally opened my eyes. I was laying down on the table having no real memory of how I’d gotten there. He was still in me, plugging me tightly, still semi-hard, sealing his spunk inside me. I was visualizing my womb awash in floods of his semen, basted in his fluid.
I reached up and took his hand. It was so warm, so comforting. We stared into each other’s eyes, saying nothing. It might have been the tears in my eyes, but we seemed to be covered in a warm glowing light. There was nothing to say. We both just knew. We stayed like that for a long time.
I restrained an urge to say I love you. Eventually, I moved my hands onto my belly, caressing softly.
“I want your baby inside me” I whispered, breaking the silence.
“I know” he answered. Then he brought me to bed and continually fucked me through the night. I lost count of how many times he doused my pussy with his spunk.
When we slept he spooned me, his hands on my tummy, his cock still in me. I was dreaming about him fucking me. Dreaming about my belly growing, about carrying his baby, even dreaming of hospital and childbirth. All so vivid.
I think we even fucked in our sleep. I don’t know. I was alternating between dreaming, waking fucking. And how he fucked me. It’s a very strange experience to wake from a sexy dream mid-orgasm, only to find it real.
I woke sometime around dawn, reaching over. The bed was still warm but he was gone. I could feel his warm wet spunk between my legs, on my inner thighs, slowly trickling out of my pussy. I remember pressing a hand to my puss, wanting to keep all his seed inside me, and drifted back into blissful exhausted sleep.
When I eventually woke late the next morning, I rushed downstairs almost in a panic to tidy the house. Everything was a mess. I needed to work fast, tidy the kitchen, change the bed linen, wash my lingerie. Shit, shit! My husband could walk in the door at any moment. I had to be careful to leave no trace of my indiscretion.
It turned out I need not have worried. My husband didn’t arrived home until late in the afternoon.
He stuck his head in the back door and looked into the kitchen. Without even asking how I was, he inquired about the AI man, in his slow drawl.
“He seemed to know what he was doing.” I almost laughed. “And he’s a hard worker, maybe even better than the Joanna. I guess we’ll see what the yield is like. I’d definitely use him again.” I added, trailing off, smirking slyly at the afterthought.
“High praise indeed” he muttered, and lifted his cap to scratch his head, looking a little bemused.
“How did you get on at the market?” I asked, quickly changing the subject.
“Fine.” he answered in his usual monosyllabic manner. “I took the cattle off Jack anyway.”
He said he had to go feed the cows and took off once again, leaving me looking at the door swinging slowly closed.
“Did you miss me honey?” I asked the empty room with mock sincerity, as I heard the door of his jeep close.
I knew I’d have to have intercourse with Doug over the next few days, to avoid any need to explain an ‘immaculate conception’ down the line. Right now I was dreading it, not wanting to taint the blissful memories of the bullman that were so fresh and exhilarating, so deeply etched in my mind.
The weeks passed by quickly, as they always do when you look back on it. My period never arrived. I hardly needed to take the test but I did just to confirm.
When it happens, you don’t really believe it. I mean on an intellectual level you grasp it. But it’s not real. It’s still just a crazy idea. It’s hard to explain, but there was a part of me that could not truly accept that the bullman’s baby was growing in my womb. It’s like it is just too much to take in, a form of denial. It was easier to just think of it as unreal, pure fantasy.
As time goes by, it gradually becomes more real though. Your body slowly, surely begins to change, reinforcing the idea in your mind. Doug was supportive, in his way, but it didn’t really seem to make any difference to him. As my belly swelled he seemed less and less interested in me sexually.
As the months drifted by, I found my thoughts returning to the bullman more and more. I wondered if I’d ever see him again. I began craving him, wanting him so badly. Some women experience physical cravings for food during pregnancy. I craved the bullman. I secretly masturbated remembering our time together, but nothing satisfied me.
I found myself obsessing about him. How could I engineer a meeting with him? Nothing I thought of seemed even vaguely plausible.
On the morning of my 11 week check up, I was driving back through town. Traffic was bad, moving at walking pace. Suddenly I spotted him, on the main square, walking towards a shop.
I felt terrified. My heart hammered in my chest. Before I even had time to think, I was pulling in to a parking space in the square, as if on autopilot. I got out and followed him towards the store. I timed it perfectly, almost bumping in to him as he walked out the door.
“Oh, Hi Mike” I blurted, feigning surprise, “how are you?”
“I’m good, you?” he asked.
His eyes moved downwards, his stare heavy over my breasts. I felt his gaze boring intently into my belly, looking for any sign of my condition. I felt my face reddening.
“I’m good. Actually I was hoping I might bump into you at some point, I have some news for you…”
“Oh, really?” Now he was the one feigning surprise. I leaned in close and whispered in his ear.
“I’m coming from a my 11 week antenatal check-up.” He hesitated.
“Um, uh….that’s wonderful, congratulations,” he stuttered before adding “you’re not showing at all.”
“Liar!” I laughed. “Could we go somewhere to, ahm, talk?”
He scratched his head, thinking, looking very uncomfortable.
“Um, well…”
“Please Mike.” My tone had more than a hint of desperation to it.
“I’m parked around the corner. Come on.”
So we walked together to Mike’s truck. I got in, wondering where he might take me. I was overcome with a calmness as the engine of his truck purred to life and he drove off unhurriedly.
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