Cuck (straight)

He takes his chair and sits in his usual position. Should he have hoped to be granted any special privileges in your wedding night, he doesn't dare to express the hope. For his own good. He could forget about his reward if he had dares to make any demands.

You embrace your lover, stand on your tiptoes to reach the large man's mouth, but as usually he has to lean down into you to kiss you. You do, lovingly, passionately, hungrily. You've missed this, spending almost a whole day in the presence of your embarrassing new husband within your in sight was exhausting. Your hand wanders down to his cock, pressing against your big belly and you smile as you rub it against the swollen bump. Seeing the cock that shot the child into you so eager and the man attached to it so proudly looking at your belly makes you happy. And what makes you happy makes the baby happy, you clearly feel that. You look into the black man's eyes.

“I love you.”

Your husband winces in his chair audibly. The most notable sound of discomfort you heard from him in a while. You giggle. Remember how he made you a clumsy confession of HIS love the day you informed him you're going to marry.

That was funny. You don't know if he expected a reply from you – of course he didn't get one. Of all the feelings you have for him, pity is the most positive you can muster. And even that is reserved for very good days. You smile as you hear the words from the man you REALLY want to hear them from

“I love you too!”

You feel a flush of heat rise inside you even better than when he kissed you. You Do love him. And you have no problem admitting it. The male voice inside you holding you back has vanished the day you forever made the choice to become a woman. The best choice you ever made in your life. You’re stronger more confident, more yourself in this life as a woman - lover of the perfect male specimen, soon to be mother of his rightful child. Wife and mistress of a pathetic, but rich and devoted husband – than you ever were as a man. You were clearly meant for this live. Always have been.

You push your lover onto the bed, smile at his he cock, standing up like a flagpole. Bend over and kiss its head, taste the first drops of pre-cum and lick your lips. You turn your head to look your husband deep in the eyes. The first time you fuck another man as his wife you want to see him - you climb onto the black rod and lower yourself down on it carefully.

You’re not worried about the baby, have read up on sex during pregnancy- particularly with very big men - you can completely enjoy the feeling of getting filled to the point of almost bursting by the huge cock, you love this feeling more than everything else. It feels almost better than coming - just to sit on it, be one with your beloved pull, feel him fill you completely. But he gets impatient and you smile, begin to gyrate your hips, clench your muscles. You lean back as support yourself with your hands on his strong muscular thighs as you begin moving up and down slowly, riding the huge black stud. Feel a wave of pleasure run through you with every movement, your feel the unborn inside you move with each wave. It surely likes it when Mommy is having fun. You moan and your lover grunts, mixing with the soft, pathetic whimpering and whining of your husband in his chair.

His cock is well trained by now, doesn't really ever gets hard any more in its tiny restricting cage, no matter how much he gets aroused. But today is a special day, and you grin. The excitement of the wedding, hearing you confess your love to another man, seeing your baby belly with the other man's child move in rhythm to you riding his cock makes his dicklet swell, you can see from the bed. Can see it press against the cage and hear its pathetic owner whimper, knowing full well to keep is hands on the armrest and not touch it.

You moan louder, begin to call your bull's name, scream. Make a bit more of a show than you usually do, just for your hubby's discomfort.

You giggle as you see the watery droplets of pre-cum and semen fluid drip form his cage that are the closest thing he's gotten to an orgasm in months - the sight pushes you over the edge, you lean on his bulging chest and let the next wave crush over you unstoppably, a hot, burning orgasm running from your well stretched pussy all through you, making your unborn move joyfully and your bull in your pussy, grunting, squirt his first hot, creamy load of the night.

You lean down and kiss him, grateful, lovingly, as he slides out of you and remains limp – and yet huge resting on his thigh. You still haven gotten used to how big that thing is even unaroused. You wave your hubby over to his usual reward for being a good cuck boi and he smilingly kneels down on the bed and begins to hungrily lap between your legs. Gone are the days of **** and whining about this part of his life as your cuck. Your training has made him accept what a big honour and reward it is to lick your pussy clean from your lover's hot cum and as you push it out, the white man's tongue probes deep in between your lips. Readily licking up every drop of the sticky creamy, salty cum you offer him, swallowing it down like his favourite dish.

When he's done, you cuddle up the the big man beside you, gently playing whit his limp cock while your hubby begins massaging your feet. You always loved when he did that, but since you're pregnant, his massages are haven for your swollen, tormented feet. You're really glad you decided to marry in sandals. You miss wearing high heels - they make your new female body so sexy, but for the duration of your pregnancy comfort for your swollen feet has priority.

You let out a sigh as you feel the black cock grow again in your hands. Your lover by your side, your hubby at your feet, a life made by the man you love growing inside of you.

Life as a woman is perfect.

The End

Or is it?

[I will not accept chapters before the endings to not change the points, but if you feel inspired to write a story about the hero/ine's life after my final chapters feel free to write them.