Getting ready.

After dinner, Monica set about getting ready. Mitch stayed with her the whole time. He watched her shave her legs, armpits and cunt, moisturise her entire body and select an outfit. Partway through the process Monica smiled at him. “Maybe you should strip off and let me see how excited you are for me to go out and get fucked?”

Mitch didn’t need convincing and quickly stripped naked and sat on the bed to watch his sexy wife. She smiled back at him, and his cock was hard and oozing precum. “Well, it looks like you really enjoy this idea,” she said.

Mitch nodded, “You know I do.”

As she started selecting an outfit, she continued to tease him, “So, you are leaking off the mere thought of your wife going out and getting fucked?” He moaned softly at her words. “Me getting fucked bareback by a Mythfolk?”

“God, yes,” he moaned, subconsciously humping the air in arousal.

“Even though you know I am approaching my most fertile time?” she continued.

Mitch hesitated, “When is your most fertile time?” he asked her.

“If I’m regular, my ovulation starts Sunday,” she said. “Are you still alright with me going out and bringing you home a cunt full of Mythfolk cum?”

He nodded, “Are you planning on going out any more over the weekend?” he asked her.

She shrugged as she pulled out a crop top and skirt combo. “I guess that depends on what cards are on the fridge tomorrow morning.”

Mitch was panting in arousal as she pulled on her skirt. It was short, going halfway down her thighs, and then she pulled on her crop top, her large nipples poking into the fabric. “No panties?” he asked.

“Do hot wives need panties?” she asked him.

He shook his head, “I can’t believe how turned on I am by watching you get ready.”

She smiled at him as she started to put on some makeup, just a little, mainly focused on pink lipstick. “Imagine how turned on you will be when I get home? How turned on you will be eating me clean? Being a good little cucky and helping me not get pregnant?”

Mitch shuddered, “And if you do?” he asked.

Monica shrugged, “Well, we were trying for a child ourselves so, we could keep it, and everyone will know I got bred by a Mythfolk.” Mitch’s cock throbbed, and a gout of precum dribbled down his cock. “Be a true cuckold like in your stories, letting everyone know I fuck others and you raise their child.” Mitch groaned again, his cock still throbbing. “Are you close to cumming, dear? Just over the idea that I might get pregnant with a Mythfolk child? Or is it the humiliation?”

“Both,” he said honestly.

“Well then, you should know that Tina knows what we are doing. She knows you are letting me go out to get fucked, unprotected,” she smiled at him. “But, now I am heading out, try and not cum. I would like you eager when I get home, but don’t wait up. I don’t know how long I will be.” She gave him a quick kiss on the lips, “Wish your wife luck getting fucked,” she teased one more time before leaving.

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