Slow and Steady

“You’re serious? You want me to breed you?” Kyle's voice was trembling slightly as he tried to keep his excitement in check. “I mean... I’m totally in. Like, fuck, Emma, how can you be so hot? ”

Emma smiled and nodded, her eyes sparkling with lust. “Oh, Daddy, I’ve been craving your thick, juicy cock to fill me up and plant your seed deep inside me for weeks." She said softly, her voice smooth, almost like she was letting him in on a big secret. “I wanted to get of the pill right away, and just get you cum in. But I guess, that would make me a bad girl... Would it?"

Kyle’s heart raced. He hadn’t anticipated this. But, he wasn’t going to argue. He had fantasized about knocking her up since the first time she dropped the line in a hit of passion, and now it was going to happen. "You’re going to be the best fucking mom," he groaned, his hand sliding over her stomach, imagining his baby growing inside her. "And I’m going to enjoy every moment of making it."

Emma smiled and hugged his back, "But we need to handle Tom carefully. I don’t want him to blow a fuse when he finds out that my baby is going to have your DNA swimming around in it,” she whispered, her breath hot on his ear.

Kyle nodded before frowning, "Wait, why would he figure it out? I mean, I knock you up, and we do the repeat of that night when I fucked you on top of his **** body."

Emma moaned remembering that night. "That was so hot," she murmured, her cheeks flushing. "But Tom's not stupid, Kyle. Besides his inheritance funds are locked behind DNA test, so unless he signs the papers..." She bit her bottom lip, her mind racing. "We need to make him accept it."

Kyle's cock twitched at the thought, "Okay, that is fair, I do not want my kid to have to climb out of the monetary hole. So, how we do that?"

Emma’s grey eyes gleamed with mischief. “We’ll ease him into it, darling. He already knows about the whole me 'manning you up' thing. We just play on it more. Eventually, he will see that you’re the better man, that you can give me what he can’t.”

Now, Kyle was not stupid and the chances of this thing playing out were near zero. But at the same time Kyle had the power - power of mindfuckery. Which means that if they played things slow, he could convince Tom that breeding Emma should be done by his neighbor kid. "Alright," he agreed, stroking her cheek gently. "You gonna gaslight him a bit? Make him feel a bit less?"

Emma giggled, her eyes lighting up with a devious glint. "You're so wicked, Daddy. I love it. But I have already being slipping some pills to him, now he can barely get hard, poor thing. It is just that, every time he tried to have sex, that was soo pathetic that I could not take it anymore."

Kyle looked at his slut with a bit widened eyes, "I am so aroused right now, and I do not if it's because of you being so hot, or so scary." He leaned in to kiss her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth, claiming her as his own. His hand found her thigh, and Emma felt his palm slide up her leg, reaching under her skirt to find her soaking wet.

"Fuck, you're already ready for me," Kyle murmured against her lips, his voice thick with desire. He broke the kiss and pushed her onto the sofa, his weight pressing her down into the pillows. His hands were everywhere, unbuttoning her bathroom robe to reveal her eager body. Her skin was flushed, and her breath came in ragged gasps as he teased her small pink nipples to hard peaks.

Emma arched her back, pushing her breasts into his palms. "Please, Daddy, I need you so bad," she moaned, her hands reaching down to fumble with the button of his jeans. She could feel his cock, thick and hot against her thigh, and the thought of it filling her up was driving her wild.

Kyle moved his robe aside and Emma could see his cock red, hard and glistening with precum, begging for her touch. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked him gently, feeling him pulse in her grip.

“Put it in,” Kyle ordered, his voice low and commanding.

Emma obeyed without hesitation, aiming the tip of his cock at her entrance. She was already so wet that he slid in easily, filling her up with one long, slow thrust that made them both gasp.

"So, what do you want to begin with?" Kyle grunted to her ear while resting a bit between the thrusts.

Emma looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, “You let him see that you’re stepping Up,” the last word was more of a cry since Kyle decided to thrust in again, "Tonight, you take me out to dinner.” She moaned again as he pushed into her, his girth stretching her, "A real dinner, not threesome with our blond-slut," Kyle decided to punish her a bit for being a jealous slut and for a while Emma could only moan. Finally, when she as able to catch her breath, "Let him see how happy and satisfied I am with you."

Kyle felt a twinge of doubt as Emma’s words sank in. He knew Tom wasn’t a pushover, and the idea of letting his wife to have a dinner-date with Kyle was probably far away from his imagination. "But what if he refuses?" he asked, his rhythm faltering for a moment, his cock still buried deep within her.

Emma looked at him with confidence, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. "Don't worry about the cuck. I'll handle him," she assured him, her voice a sultry purr. "He trusts me. Daddy, please make me cum again!"

Kyle smirked and picked up his pace, his hips slamming into hers with more ****. Maybe Emma knew something about Tom that would make him bend, but Kyle had a better idea in mind - the "mindfuckery." That would turn Tom into a docile puppy for Emma if it came to that. And the thought of the immense head pain that this kind of action would cause Kyle was disappearing with every thrust into her pussy. She was his now, to breed, to use, and even to love.

As the day continued, the intensity of their lovemaking grew. They left the living room and stumbled into the bedroom, their bodies entwined like a pair of serpents in an erotic dance of passion. Kyle had never felt more alive than he did in that moment, his cock pistoning in and out of Emma’s eager pussy. She was his, and he was going to make sure she was filled with his cum, ready to carry his child.

The bedroom, soon was abandoned for the patio, were Kyle and Emma rested enjoying the afternoon sun. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?” Kyle asked, leaning forward slightly, his excitement bubbling to the surface again. “Do I need to dress up?”

Emma nodded,. “Exactly. We need to make it look like you’re serious about this. Dress up, look the part. I’ll tell him that this is all part of my plan to ‘man you up’—” her hand reached for his cock and gently caressed it, "so he knows it’s my idea and that you’re following my lead."

“Okay, I’ll play along,” Kyle said, trying to sound confident, though he still felt a little unsure. His excitement bubbled up again as he imagined Tom's face when he hears about the whole thing.

Emma flashed him a smile, her expression full of warmth and approval. She stood up from her chair, her body glistening with a light sheen of sweat from the heat of the day, and her movements were slow and deliberate, drawing Kyle’s attention.

“But first,” she said, casting a glance over her shoulder, “we need to clean up.” Her voice was light and playful, but Kyle could hear the underlying intent. She walked into the house with a sway of her hips, leaving Kyle to gather his thoughts.

Soon enough they were all dressed up, making out on the living room sofa to the sound of a Netflix-documentary. "Honey," the sound of Tom's voice made them pull apart. "What’s going on in here? You look nice, but I was thinking maybe we should... some dinner and some time together... alone?" Tom looked at his wife, almost trying not to notice Kyle who was sitting nearby.

Emma didn’t miss a beat. With a calm smile, she approached to Tom, her eyes twinkling with a playful mischief that Kyle had come to recognize well. "Actually, Tom," she said, her voice light but firm, "I think you would have be alone for tonight."

Tom blinked, taken aback. "What’s that, honey?"

"Well, there's a bit of a mess in the kitchen," she began, her tone sweet yet decisive. "There are broken plates from earlier today, and I need you to clean them up."

Tom’s brow furrowed in confusion, his exhaustion evident. "Wait, what? After a long day at work, you want me to clean up?"

Emma’s smile didn’t waver. "I know, but I need your help. You're so good at it, and it'll really help me out." She leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. "Plus, I have something special planned for afterward."

Tom's eyes widened, his mind racing. He looked over at Kyle, who was sitting comfortably, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Is it about the brat again?"

"Dear," This time Emma's voice had a soothing tone. "I told you already that I am helping Kyle to become a better man. I am sorry that you are tired, but today I decided to spend the evening with Kyle."

Tom's eyes darted between Emma and Kyle, his confusion and frustration growing. He wanted to spend time with his wife, but she was pushing him away in favor of Kyle, something that seemed so strange, yet he couldn’t help but feel like he had to go along with it. After all, Emma always knew what was best for him, right?

But Kyle’s voice broke through the tension, soft but insistent. "Tom, you do love to help your wife, don’t you?" The suggestion hung in the air like a faint whisper, and despite the oddness of the situation, something about Kyle’s words made Tom hesitate. His mind went fuzzy, just for a moment. Kyle had that way about him, that calming effect, as if his words held more weight than they should.

Tom blinked, trying to clear the fog that had suddenly clouded his thoughts. He was about to protest again, but Emma was quick to step in. "That’s right, Tom. I’m asking you for some help here. You know I’d really appreciate it."

The pressure was mounting, and Tom felt an odd sense of compulsion, as if he had **** but to agree. He sighed, his face reddening as he looked back and forth between the two. "But… I wanted to spend time with you, Emma," he murmured, his voice cracking slightly.

Emma, sensing his hesitation, smoothly evaded his attempt to hug her, stepping away just enough to keep the distance. "Maybe another time, Tom," she said, her voice cool but comforting, "Tonight, it’s important that I get this help. I promise, we’ll have time to ourselves soon."

Tom, still struggling to understand why he was being pushed aside, sounded more confused than ever. "I just don’t get it…" he muttered, his voice wavering.

Emma turned toward Kyle, a playful glint in her eyes. "Kyle, go ahead and stand up for a moment," she instructed, her tone soft and enticing. As Kyle straightened up, Emma took his hand, a smile tugging at her lips. She melted against him, the closeness almost too intimate for Tom to bear, but Emma was in control, and she wasn’t about to let this moment slip away.

Tom started to speak, but Emma cut him off, her voice firm yet gentle. "And dear," she said, her gaze unwavering, "I would greatly appreciate it if you could help me with turning Kyle into a real man." She glanced at Kyle, who beamed with excitement at the prospect of her directing the conversation. Emma's tone became even softer, more enticing. "Kyle’s trying to be more confident, to step up in a way that we both know you want for him, and I’m asking you to support him, to help him get there."

Tom blinked, still caught in the confusion, he sighed, rubbing his temple as he tried to wrap his mind around everything happening. "I don’t understand why you’re so... focused on this," he mumbled, his words edged with frustration, but also a touch of resignation. "But... I guess if it’s really that important to you, I’ll help."

"Good," Emma said, her smile returning, though this time it was more satisfied than before. She looked over at Kyle, whose eyes were practically gleaming with anticipation. "Now, Kyle, there’s something I want you to do."

Kyle stood straighter, practically vibrating with excitement, barely containing himself as Emma continued.

"Go ahead and ask Tom for permission to take me out tonight," she said with a knowing smile, her eyes twinkling. "It’s important that we do this step by step."

Kyle’s excitement almost bubbled over, but he swallowed it down, approaching Tom with a mix of confidence and eagerness. His eyes were wide as he asked, "Mr. Taylor, would you mind if I take your wife out to a nice dinner tonight?"

Tom, still trying to make sense of the whole situation, turned slowly to face Kyle. His teeth clenched, a grimace crossing his face as he fought to push down his discomfort. "Yeah... I guess so. It’s your choice. You can take her... but I still don’t get why this is necessary."

Emma stepped closer to him, her expression turning from calm to firm. "Tom," she said, her voice sharp with a hint of irritation, "That’s not the response I was hoping for. You should be happy that Kyle is taking initiative. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be."

Tom blinked, caught off guard by her sudden shift in tone. "I—I don’t know, Em. I’m just tired. It’s a lot to take in all at once."

Emma’s jaw tightened. "I don’t want excuses, Tom. This is important to me."

Tom's brows furrowed, clearly struggling with the situation, "Okay Em, it is fine." Tom turned to Kyle, "Please take my... wife... out for dinner." His words were ****, and the tension in the room was palpable.

Emma's smile grew as she leaned closer to her husband, her voice low and seductive, "Thank you, hubby." She whispered the words, her breath warm against his ear, "Now, offer him your credit card."

Tom's eyes went wide as he heard his wife. He knew there is no reason to do it, but at this point, he was to tired to argue. He reached into his pocket and handed over his credit card without a second thought. "Take whatever you need," he said, his voice sounding more robotic than human.

Kyle took the card with a smug smile, tucking it into his own pocket. "Thanks, Tom. You're a real stand-up guy. Don't forget to clean the kitchen!" Tom watches his wife and the kid he shouted at just couple of hours ago leave the house together.