To the Edge and Back

[SamWarrens]

Since the pregnancy story was my idea I'm all for it.Sorry if it causes some hurtful feelings.

[Open2it]

I’m all for any direction Ky chooses to take the story because his writing is so rich in detail that you actually feel you’re living the experience.

[Frenchie]

Pretty intense !

And more to come...

I'm in heaven !

[SamWarrens]

Can the prospective baby daddy be black?
Please?

[DarrenZ]

Can the prospective baby daddy be black?
Please?

Hey Sam, your kink is showing.

[JustWantToWatch]

This is the best story on the site!!!

[dorsetben]

Great penmanship Ky - much appreciated on every level!

[SamWarrens]

It's a kink - why not show it?

[DarrenZ]

It's a kink - why not show it?

Not kink shaming. Right there with you.

[OOAA]

Very hot chapter!!! I agree it has to be much more difficult to manage scenes with multiple people involved and talking... You did it great!!!

I am much more into couple's talking though..., it is much more intimate, teasingful and exciting for me

Congratulations for your FANTASTIC writing!!!!

[SamWarrens]

Does she now dump Marcus and switch to Wade and his mamoth cock? Then has a one time with a black guy who some how gets her prego?

[Ky_Da]

Does she now dump Marcus and switch to Wade and his mamoth cock? Then has a one time with a black guy who some how gets her prego?

Damn SamW, you’ve got that kink bad. I’ll admit, I’ve entertained the fantasy a few times, but I’m not sure where I’d go with that story like that. It would be interesting to explore the story after the pregnancy though, most stories end shortly after the pregnancy and you never find out what life is like after they have the kid. Does the couple lie about it being from a sperm back like in X’s last story, or do they just come out and tell people they fucked around? There’s probably stories written about that already, but I’ve never come across them.


I can’t change the direction of this story though, I’ve got way too much outlining done already, but I always appreciate the comments. Thanks

[DarrenZ]

Does she now dump Marcus and switch to Wade and his mamoth cock? Then has a one time with a black guy who some how gets her prego?

Damn SamW, you’ve got that kink bad. I’ll admit, I’ve entertained the fantasy a few times, but I’m not sure where I’d go with that story like that. It would be interesting to explore the story after the pregnancy though, most stories end shortly after the pregnancy and you never find out what life is like after they have the kid. Does the couple lie about it being from a sperm back like in X’s last story, or do they just come out and tell people they fucked around? There’s probably stories written about that already, but I’ve never come across them.


I can’t change the direction of this story though, I’ve got way too much outlining done already, but I always appreciate the comments. Thanks

Ky, this is a huge missing nitch for sure. One of the things I suspect most active couples probably fear is close friends and especially family finding out. To me, the looming shadow of those people closest to you discovering your cuckolding relationship is such a turn on for me.

I'm sure that a big part of the reason others like Sam and I get turned on by interracial cuckolding pregnancy is that there are no means for anyone to just assume the child is yours. It could be explained away as a sperm donation, but there will likely always be talk. Maybe just fessing up in a way by telling folks that there was an intimate encounter when you were "going through a rough patch" is an option. I know that stuff upsets some - a child IS a commitment for life - but many, many men raise children not biologically their own through previous marriage, affairs (known and unknown), sperm donation, or even adoption. I know. I'm one of them.

[SamWarrens]

If the baby daddy is black I'd like to have the story continue past the birth of the child for at least several months - or longer.
I'd like to see the obvious inter racial birth handled with tact and diplomacy and honesty.

[SamWarrens]

DarrenZ:

[Ky_Da]

If the baby daddy is black I'd like to have the story continue past the birth of the child for at least several months - or longer.
I'd like to see the obvious inter racial birth handled with tact and diplomacy and honesty.

Sounds like you’ve got a story to write

[SamWarrens]

I would except I'm aĺmost totally blind now.
Iwrye on my phone now by remebering where the keys are and heavily uusing auto correct.
This is what it looks like with out correctioon.

[Ky_Da]

Chapter 28

A shorter chapter to finish off the week. Have a good weekend all, and take time to leave a comment.

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Never in all of my life had I ever felt such an intense burn in my pussy, I thought as I laid there, panting furiously, trying to catch my breath. I felt Wade collapse to the bed next to me, his sweat soaked skin pressed against my own. The man was incredibly fit, and I could feel his hard muscle against my back. I wiped the perspiration from my brow and swallowed several times as I did. My throat felt sore for some reason, but it was nothing compared to the burn I felt in my vagina. While the pain had lessened to something like that of a severe sunburn, the idea of sitting on a block of ice was suddenly very appealing.


“I hope I wasn’t too rough, you were fucking incredible,” Wade spoke over my shoulder. He’d introduced himself when he’d first come into the room, but in the lust filled haze Alex had left me in, I hadn’t hesitated to let him come into the room. He could have said his name was Prince Harry, and I wouldn’t have cared.



“It was a little intense,” I admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed now that my hormones were returning to my control. “I might be a bit sore tomorrow, but I’ll be fine.”



“I’m really sorry,” Wade said again, and it struck me how sincere he sounded. “You trusted something of a stranger and I kind of lost control.”



I turned enough to lay on my back and more clearly see the man. As fit and muscular as he was, he had kind eyes and an endearing smile. “I don’t intend to make it a habit, but I think it worked out this time.”



“You are incredibly beautiful,” Wade said, making me feel extremely self-conscious.



I reached over to pull the sheet over my body, but Wade easily slapped it away, “Hey, I’m already feeling like a bloody tart, don’t make it worse,” I complained, “and I’m covered in your cum.”



“I know, you look hot,” Wade said, laughing as he sat up in the middle of the bed, but what’s a ‘bloody tart’?”



“You know, a slapper, a slag, a slut,” I said. I saw his brow raise as I said slut. “I’ve already had sex with two men tonight, and I’m married.”



“Sooo,” Wade said, dragging out the word, “you’re at a sex party, I don’t think you came here expecting to see how balloon animals are made.”



The way he said it made me laugh. I made one more attempt at pulling the sheet, but seeing it locked in Wade’s monster hand, I gave it up and laid back down. I immediately felt his eyes on me, but the look on his features made me feel sexy and wanted.



“Let’s see the damage,” Wade said after a moment.



With little effort, Wade turned me on the bed so that my legs straddled his waist where he sat, I felt the sticky cum on my back wipe into the sheets as he turned me. Still on my back, I could see his face and upper body easily. He was bloody handsome in all the right ways. I propped myself up on my elbows as his hands descended onto my pussy. I flinched as his fingers approached, but his touch was incredibly light and tender. Sitting partially up, I got a good look at his thick member as he rested it on top of my stomach.



“I’m surprised you didn’t split me in two with that thing,” I said, my eyes wide in surprise as I noticed how high his cock reached as it laid on top of my tummy. It was long, thick, and covered in protruding veins that ran up and down its length. “But it does feel like you rearranged some internal organs in there,” I complained, touching my hand to my stomach.



Wade winced, “Sorry,” he apologized again, moving his cock to the side to expose my vagina. With a lighter touch than I would have thought him capable, he ran his finger gently around my lower lips. “You are a bit red down here,” he said, his head bent down as he carefully inspected me. I’d never been with anyone so open and comfortable with nudity as Wade seemed to be. “But your skin is incredibly smooth, do you wax?”



I shook my head, “Rachel gave me the laser treatment earlier in the summer,” I confessed.


Wade nodded appreciatively, “Nice,” he said, not breaking his gaze from my nether regions. “You’re very easy to talk to, Nicky… or do you go by Nichole?”



I laughed, “I guess sex is a great ice breaker,” I said, feeling a blush creep up my neck at Wade’s continued scrutiny. “I don’t know why, but Marcus always calls me Nicky. My friends call me Nichole.”



Wade looked up slowly, “What can I call you?”



I felt a smile pull at the corners of my mouth, “You’ve just touched places in me that no one’s ever touched before, including my husband,” I responded, feeling a spike of excitement as I said the words. “I think you can call me Nichole.”



Wade smiled, “That’s a nice name. Sounds more sophisticated than ‘Wade’,” he said, sounding robotic with the enunciation.



“Wade’s not bad,” I said, giggling at his antics. There was something about the man that was incredibly disarming. “I’m sure your parents meant well.”



Wade gave a guttural laugh and then shrugged, “I guess,” was all he said in conceit. “So what’s your story, you’re obviously faking that accent for attention. Did your parents not love you enough?”



That made me laugh, “This is quite the conversation to have starkers.”



“Starkers?” Wade asked, an amused look on his face.



“Yes, starkers,” I repeated. “You know, nude, naked, sans clothing.”



“Ah,” Wade said with a lift of his head, “You should just say naked then. There’s no need to make up fancy words to impress me. I know your Highness is way above my station.”



“Highness,” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. “I’m far from posh, much less royalty.”



“I’ve heard of posh before,” Wade said excitedly, he really was like a happy puppy, “means rich, right?”



“More-or-less,” I shrugged.



“So, posh-girl,” he said with a teasing smile. “Any opposition in letting me get to know you better?”



I snorted a laugh, “I’m not posh,” I said, thinking of the lack of furniture in my home and our always tight budget. “And aren’t we already getting to know each other?”



Wade’s smile grew, but instead of speaking straight away, he shifted around until his face was directly in my crotch, his mouth inches from my entrance. He did it with such speed and agility that I didn’t have time to react, and once he was in place, his strong hands made sure I stayed put.



“There’s more of you I want to know,” he said, giving me a quick, tentative lick along my lower lips.



“Oh!” I gasped at the touch, surprised at how much it made me jump. “Wade, I should probably get back to husssaaahhhh oh my god,” I felt myself reel back in pleasure. I felt his tongue tease not only my pussy, but occasionally flick down to my arse. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I repeated like an obscene mantra, nerves firing so quickly that I felt myself falling back into that lake of lustful bliss.



Wade’s tongue began to probe hard at my bum, and the sensations made me want to thrash uncontrollably, but Wade’s arms easily held me in place. I felt numerous orgasms jolt me like tiny surges of electricity. Unable to move away, I grabbed Wade’s head as all my emotions demanded release. I groaned louder than I’d meant, and my voice sounded strange to my ears. I felt Wade’s hair under my fingers, but it was too short to grab hold of.



After a particularly intense orgasm, I tapped the top of his head rapidly, “Wade, please, I can’t take anymore.”


Wade finally broke away and looked up, his face glistened in the low light of the room from what I knew were my juices. His eyes met mine and I felt a surprisingly intense connection pass between us. Wade shifted to his knees, keeping my legs to his sides as he used the end of his cock to slide through my pussy lips. I felt the head of his cock press into my entrance and, despite having had sex several times already, the feeling still made me gasp in shock as Wade eased himself downward.



“AAaahh!” I heard myself groan, my fingers digging into his back, “Slower—go slower,” I begged, feeling myself strain to take him in. It was a searingly exquisite kind of pain, and for some reason I can’t explain, my body wanted that pain. “Give me a minute,” I said, reaching down with one hand and grasping his cock still outside my entrance. It felt hot against my palm and impossibly thick.



Wade’s body stilled, and he easily supported his weight on his elbows to keep from crushing me. “I’m not in a hurry, you tell me when to continue.”



“I don’t think I was built for this,” I said, feeling perspiration breakout on my brow, “You might have a better time with Jodi, or Maria… or maybe some Amazonian woman,” I said as an afterthought.



Wade guffawed at the suggestion, “Are you kidding me? Rachel’s the only one that’ll let me touch her—she’s the only reason I come to these, the other girls won’t have anything to do with me.”



“What?” I asked in surprise. “Are you taking the piss? I’ve seen them, and they’re defiantly all on the tap.”



“Good god woman,” Wade laughed, still holding himself above me, seemingly with little effort. “Are you even speaking English. Sometimes I don’t understand a thing that comes out of your mouth.”



“Sorry,” I muttered, finally feeling the initial pain fade, “I forgot I was with a neanderthal for a moment—” I stopped speaking despite my mouth hanging open as Wade lowered himself and impaled more of his cock into my already spasming vagina.



“Ah, so that’s how to make posh-girl stop insulting me,” Wade said. His head was well-above mine, but I swear I could hear his smirk.



“Bloody prat,” I muttered, closing my eyes and breathing deeply through my nose. It took a long moment, but eventually I was able to focus again. “Why, why won’t they have anything to do with you?” I said haltingly as Wade’s member explored deeper into my tunnel.



“You know, reasons,” Wade said with a grunt. I released my hand from his cock as his hips neared mine. I couldn’t take all of him and was about to tell him when he stopped on his own. He seemed to instinctively know how deep he could enter me.



Much like the first time we had sex, it didn’t take long for the uncomfortable pain to morph into a mind-bending pleasure, and once again, I was plunged deep into the lake of carnal lust. In a way it felt like I was underwater as the blood rushed past my ears and deadened the outside noise, my vision blurred as neurons fired from overloaded sensory input. Even thoughts of my husband and new job became so diluted that they essentially disappeared. It was a blissful euphoria that wrapped around me like a warm blanket and held me tightly. I had no desire to leave.

[DarrenZ]

One of the most initimate sex scenes I've ever read. Absolutely felt like I was in the room with them. Totally believable and enjoyable banter.

[realcucklife]

This block through Nicole’s eyes is great tells of her lust, her enjoyment, she’s not just doing it for the cuck, she’s giving into the experience her lust. Which as a cuck it feels more dangerous and hotter.
Keep up the great effort Ky

[subtoall]

Fantastic chapter. The banter between Nicole and Wade is so natural, and so telling. I'm really glad he's back.

[SamWarrens]

Good god, I'm hooked!
Just awesome!

[SamWarrens]

If you can't make the baby daddy black then let it be Wade.

[txrockdog]

Ky, I have mentioned it before, but the way you write dialogue, particularly from your RL wife, but also from the wives in your stories is fascinating. You do such an excellent job of capturing the conflicted emotions of a woman who wants to let herself go, yet still tries to pull herself back to be “proper”. How much of the dialogue in your stories is stolen from real life conversations you have had, and how much is just coming straight out of your brain? Does Jaimee pre-read these story chapters and give you pointers on the women’s POV section? You are doing great in any case, so please keep going!

[Ky_Da]

Ky, I have mentioned it before, but the way you write dialogue, particularly from your RL wife, but also from the wives in your stories is fascinating. You do such an excellent job of capturing the conflicted emotions of a woman who wants to let herself go, yet still tries to pull herself back to be “proper”. How much of the dialogue in your stories is stolen from real life conversations you have had, and how much is just coming straight out of your brain? Does Jaimee pre-read these story chapters and give you pointers on the women’s POV section? You are doing great in any case, so please keep going!

Hey txrockdog,



Thanks for the comment, and the compliment. Your question made me think a minute. There are of course real-life snippets that are thrown into the story, but even the made-up stuff is heavily influenced by her. The Nichole character’s been fun to write because while she isn’t exactly my wife, she’s very close. I just think, what would Jaimee do/say in this situation, and it’s pretty easy to write.

My wife has read the story so far, and given me some great insight, but I know I still get it wrong more than I’d like. A woman’s POV is so much more about feelings and emotions and so much less about the physical and the visual. Many of the emotional things they don’t even understand, so it makes writing them very difficult. But still, her help is limited because she’s being very careful these days not to let herself be triggered into recalling old feelings. Ending things with Wade was difficult and took some time to get over for her. She doesn’t want to go through that again, and I certainly don’t blame her.

Writing this story is a double-edged sword for me. It gives me an outlet for this kink, but at the same time it sometimes lights the fire again. We’ve decided that the game, the alt life, the cuckold/hotwife experience is one we’re putting behind us for a long time. I don’t know if it’ll be forever, but I find that I’m leaning more that direction every day. There’s something very powerful about monogamy. We’re so much more focused on each other and our children, and there’s a deeper happiness to it. I know that’s not the case for everyone, but it feels right for us now. I’m probably ruining everyone’s fantasy by writing this, but it’s what’s been on my mind lately.