An hour later.

It was about an hour later that Sarah next opened her eyes, her ached with the presence of the huge black dildo still lodged with her. She loved the feeling of being so stretched for so long and so laid there a few moments longer relishing the feeling. She looked up at the TV, the frame of the video she had just watched was black and sighed. Only a few weeks ago she would not have imagined doing anything like this, now, she craved it.

Slowly she pulled the huge thing from her cunt, the left-over lube leaking from between her lips. She could feel the wetness under her arse and knew she had made a horrible mess of her bed, she would need to change the sheets. Once the thick black cock was pulled from her she felt empty, hollow, Sarah sighed, she wanted more.

As she sat up she looked at the TV and felt guilty, this may as well be infidelity, but it wasn’t truly, and it felt so good. She wanted to watch the video again, to feel the thick black cock inside her but she knew she had things she had to do. She reached for the remote to turn the tv off and hesitated, there was an ad at the bottom of the page which caused her to hesitate.

It described itself as a store for impregnation fetishes, she rolled over to her laptop and paused, thinking, then she hit the link. She spent the next hour browsing the site, it appeared to be a local store sell all sorts of things. There were packs of condoms which were not completely effective, others which were designed to break during sex. Aphrodisiacs, fertility ****, most of these were in packages which looked like traditional birth control pills. Dildo’s and specialty lube, some of which immediately gained her attention. At first she thought they were simply lubes to look like cum and there were those, but there was also lubes labelled as being low, medium and high fertility lubes. Clicking on one of these she started to read before gasping in shock, the lube contained real cum, approximate sperm counts and degradation rates per day. Without even thinking she added a bottle of low fertility lube to her cart, then she considered other products, fertility tablets and aphrodisiacs, she added these to her cart. Next on her list was a contract, a blank breeding contract, the idea of being bound to be bred sent shivers through her. When she at last got to the checkout she had half a dozen products. She looked over her prospective purchases, considering them considering her desires and how damaging they could be to her, her life and her marriage, could she really go through with it?