You 'seduce' Peter

"Hello, honey," you say in your most sultry voice. "I've been waiting for you to come home." You saunter over from the doorway to where he's standing in the hallway. "Here, let me help you... undress." You put your arms around his neck and press yourself against him as you take his jacket off him, just dropping it on the ground where he stands. He smells so good, you think to yourself as you stand there. You slide one hand down his chest, down to his crotch. He's so big and hard. I want him inside me. You think back to when he first carried you into the house, forcefully taking you. I want him to take me.

His hand comes to your neck, and he presses you in for a kiss. Deep, passionate, his tongue flicking and darting around. I want that tongue somewhere else. Once more, he lifts you up, this time with you facing him. You wrap your legs around him as he presses you into the wall, kissing, biting, feeling you up. You can feel his hard cock through his pants, pressing against your damp pussy.

"Bedroom," he states as he pulls back. Still kissing you, still pressing you against him, you ride his hips as he carries you upstairs for the second time this day. He lies you down on your bed, his body on top, pressing down on yours, his lips on your neck, biting, sucking, kissing. You moan, his teasing driving you wild. You feel him kiss downwards. He nuzzles a nipple through the thin material of the babydoll, before his hand frees it from its prison. His tongue flicks over it, then his lips touch it, kissing it, sucking it into his mouth. You writhe, his ministrations sending electric currents from the nipple and down your spine. "Just wait until I come down here," he says, in his deep, sexy voice, as he cups your crotch in his hand. You press agains him, grinding your clit against his palm, but he gives you only a moment of pleasure before pulling it back. You look down at him and make a pouty face, but he locks his eyes with yours and continues downwards. His hands are on your hips, sliding down below the hem of your babydoll, then caressing the soft skin of your butt as they go back upwards, lifting the skirt of the babydoll.

"Damn, you look so sexy like this, Jane." Slowly, he pulls the thong off you, exposing your hairless pussy. He goes down, eyes still locked with yours until, as his lips touches your outer labia, you let your head fall backwards. You can feel him inhale, exhale, soft lips gently touching, not moving. "You smell so good," he tells you as you quiver with anticipation. And then, gently at first, he starts kissing, licking, biting. Pressing his face against your crotch. He knows exactly what he's doing, knows exactly how his little housewife likes it. You arch your back as his tongue darts across your clit, as he pushes it a little bit inside you. Moaning, writhing. A pressure grows in your tummy, threatening to burst. "Oh, god, this is amazing. I think...I'm...about...to...come." Your words come in shallow breaths, egging him on. Suddenly, it's as if something explodes inside you, a firework of electric bursts shooting up and down your spine. Your legs wrap around his head, your thighs squish him, your body tensing, locking up completely, your vision fading.

You lie there in a daze, a post-orgasmic, blissful trance, your senses having left you. You only come to when your husband, now naked, starts pulling the babydoll up off you. "I want you inside me," you whisper. You want his cum deep inside you, you think to yourself. You want him to breed you. A thought shoots through your mind? Are you on birth control? No, you realize. You're not, and some little voice in the back of your head tells you you're in the most fertile period of your cycle.

"I want you to put a baby inside me." He's gotten the babydoll off, and has positioned himself above you. You spread your legs, and can feel his tip at your opening. Slowly, he pushes himself inside, his big cock stretching your lips. It feels amazing to be filled up by him. Pulling out, you're left with a longing emptiness. "No," you sigh, almost imperceptible, but moments later he pushes back inside.

"Believe me, sweetie, I will," he says, as he starts pumping. "Imagine you, walking around in here, all naked and horny, with a growing tummy, a perfect little pregnant housewife. Servicing her husbands every needs, carrying his children, keeping his house. That is your purpose in life, isn't it? Isn't it, Jane?"

"Yes, sir" you breathe. You don't think it's just the arousal speaking. His words do drive you wild with lust, your sexuality somehow linked to being a perfect little housewife, but beyond horniness there's a deeper longing. You desire this not just sexually, but emotionally. You love the man about to fill you with his seed, more than love, you're devoted to him. Your world centers on him. Making him happy, servicing his needs, and having his children, are your most central desires. This is who Jane is, this submissive and devoted housewife. And you are Jane.

You arch your back as another orgasm approaches. Rapid, shallow breaths. "Fuck...me...harder," you manage to say, and he happily obliges. His cock goes deep inside you, his crotch hammering against your clit. "I'm about to come," he says. "I'm about to fill you up, breed you." His cock feels like it grows even harder, before twitching. You're on the edge, and the feeling of cum spurting out inside you sends you over. "Oh...gooooooooooood. Peeeeeter," you cry out, the muscles in your crotch spasming, milking him. hungrily devouring his seed.

Afterwards, he lies on top of you, his member still inside you, both of you glistening with sweat. You press your face against his neck, breathing deep with your nose, his sweaty, musky aroma the most enticing smell you've ever had. You almost regret it as he slides off you, lifting your head to follow him as far as you can, but your longing for his closeness is satisfied as he guides you over on your side and presses close to your back. Your head resting on one of his arms, the other hand is idly stroking you, almost tickling you, all across the smooth skin of your torso. It finally comes to rest against your crotch, not doing much, just gently sitting there, idly. You sigh, a sigh of contentment, of happiness, of exhausted elation. "I love you, Peter," you whisper. You can hear him mumbling back, like he's half asleep. "I love you, too."