Honey Escape
Jezebel had sworn a thousand times she would never cheat on her husband again. And, in her defense, she really meant it, even if she did cheat on him a dozen times before then. "Those days are behind me, baby," she had promised over and over. Heartfelt, pleading.
And yet, here she was on her back once again, legs spread wide so her latest new "friend" could get "better acquainted" :P
In Jezzy's defense, this guy was REALLY good. He was 6'5 with six-pack abs, movie-star hollow cheeks, a beautiful milk-chocolate complexion, and a perfect canthal tilt. He was like a professional looks-maxxer, only he was 100% natural. When he had put Jezebel's hand on his crotch to let her feel his BBC through his jeans, the poor housewife was completely amazed. Realistically, is there even one housewife in the entire world who WOULDN'T jump in bed with a guy like that? Especially a housewife as lascivious as Jezebel, with such a plain, boring, whitebread husband paying the bills.
"Condom!" she hissed.
"Aww, come on, baby," said Errol. He wasn't the type who cares much about the benefits of safe sex.
"Put a condom on!" the housewife insisted.
Errol started kissing her.
With every kiss, Jezebel's LOVE meter filled up a little fuller. At first, the meter was about half full, the baseline Errol got just for being so sexy and for having such a beautiful eleven-inch cock. With that first passionate frenchkiss, the housewife's LOVE meter swelled up to two-thirds full. As soon as Errol broke the kiss, the meter started diminishing back towards its baseline, but only slowly. With a second kiss, her lover got Jezebel's LOVE meter up to almost three quarters full. Jezebel was panting from the kiss, mind going blank, the pupils of her eyes replaced with heart symbols. Errol didn't hold back, he started kissing her neck, then her titties, first the left one, then the right. Like a coiled spring, the closer her LOVE meter got to full power, the stronger it resisted, but Errol kept laying it on thick, never giving the poor woman a chance to recover her senses. With one final tongue-kiss, Errol filled up Jezebel's LOVE meter to full, and the meter started throbbing and pulsing, no longer diminishing any more. She had achieved a state of complete limerence.
"Oh, Errol!" the housewife sighed. Errol knew that was the last he would hear about any stupid rubber.
Lining up his magnificent black babymaker, Errol slowly started pushing it into her. The friction as his bare shaft slid against her clit caused Jezebel's CUM meter to start flickering. Previously quite empty, the first centimeter of the meter was now alive with activity. Cute little heart emoticons began spontaneously radiating from the housewife, one every few seconds, a long way from orgasm but a great start.
Errol slowly sawed his member back and forth, letting the poor girl's tight pussy stretch to accomodate him. Jezebel's clit was getting some tender loving care from that glorious phallus, the constant friction filling up the first couple centimeters of her CUM meter. The meter was diminishing back to empty just as fast as the friction was filling it, but every so often, a big angry-looking vein on the top of Errol's cock rubbed against the little clit, adding that extra bit of juice to the meter so its growth was net positive. Of course, the meter's springlike resistance meant it could only converge toward a limit of about five centimeters from clitoral action alone. That's why Jezebel had never cum from her husband's pathetic six-incher. Fortunately (unfortunately?) Errol didn't have that problem, and the calculus was about to change.
The first time Errol's helmet butted up against Jezebel's cervix, the unexpected shock of it caused a PULSE of energy to flood the girl's CUM meter all the way to half full. A dozen little heart emojis burst out of the wife's body in all directions, and her heart-shaped irises dilated further. Of course the meter almost immediately fell back to about six centimeters, but that was only the beginning. Errol settled into a rhythm, poking the housewife's defenseless cervix and withdrawing, poking and withdrawing, with the perfect steady rhythm of a sewing machine. Every poke of the woman's cervix filled her CUM meter up a little further and released a few more heart emojis from her body. Jezebel was mewling like a kitten, legs now wrapped tightly around her lover like she never wanted to let him go. The pair continued romantically rutting away for a good fifteen minutes, and Jezebel's CUM meter slowly swelled up to three-quarters. She was getting close to cumming!
Heart emojis were radiating from the unfaithful slutwife pretty much continuously now, floating into the air in all directions and then fading away. All thoughts of her husband were long gone as the blushing bride surrendered deeper and deeper, allowing her lover's cock to reprogram her and brainwash her.
With her CUM meter hovering back and forth around the three-quarter mark, Jezebel was ready for the finishing touch. Without the slightest change to his relentless rhythmic thrusting, Errol started dirty-talking her. "Slut!" he said. "You're a nasty little whore," he said. "Good for nothing but fucking and breeding."
Those degrading words would ordinarily only add an inch or two to the girl's CUM meter, but she was so close already, it was enough to push her over the edge. As her CUM meter reached 100%, it changed color and started throbbing violently. Suddenly, the housewife's entire body had this glow to it. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her body released a FLOOD of heart emojies, filling up the whole room with hearts of all sizes, all shades of red and pink. Her legs clamped tighter around her lover's bulk and her thighs started twitching uncontrollably. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came. She was cumming hard, and her merciless lover just kept pounding her cervix with that same, unstoppable rhythm.
"Skank!" he called her. "Filthy tramp!" *thrust thrust thrust* "You're nothing but my little sex toy!"
Like a spring pulled past its limit, Jezebel's CUM meter was trying to restore itself to normality with all its strength but Errol simply wouldn't let it. Finally, the meter SNAPPED. Smoke started pouring out of the meter. It had gotten glitched into a semi-permanent full state. Poor little Jezebel was forced to suffer a continuous, unstopping climax.
Jezebel's FERTILE meter, normally detached from day-to-day events and governed solely by her cycle, started reacting to the CUM meter's unnatural state. Although ordinarily this would have been a mostly safe time of the month for Jezzy, she was cumming so hard that her FERTILE meter started filling up, its transparent gray background replaced by vibrant green colors of life. Every second that Jezebel's CUM meter remained at 100, her FERTILE meter filled up about a milimeter. Her cervix was opening up, allowing Errol's cockhead to penetrate deeper. Her womb was softening and her eggs were coming looser from their perch. Minutes ticked by agonizingly, the housewife could barely even breathe and was a little scared she might suffocate from sheer pleasure, and that FERTILE meter kept creeping fuller and fuller.
When Jezebel's FERTILE meter reached 100%, the meter started flashing bright white and alarm klaxons started ringing. The girl was now ovulating, unprotected and off the pill, and her lover didn't care that he was fucking her bareback! The FERTILE meter's alarms caused Jezebel's pussy to pulsate frantically and to clamp down hard on her lover's BBC, nature's way of getting exactly what it wanted. All that extra stimulus was too much for poor Errol.
The first burst of virile cum immediately filled Jezebel's BRED meter a full two inches. With the second and third ropes Errol shot into her, the BRED meter showed no sign of slowing down. Errol hadn't even dumped half of his full load in the little slut by the time her BRED meter had maxed out. A magnifying glass icon appeared beside the wife and revealed a zoomed-in look at her womb, where one of Errol's mighty swimmers broke through all the wife's defenses and reached its destination. Instantly the housewife was pregnant, all the meters suddenly disappearing, replaced by a big nine-month BABY meter.
Jezebel had sworn a thousand times she would never cheat on her husband again. And, in her defense, she really meant it, even if she did cheat on him a dozen times throughout the relationship. "Those days are behind me, baby," she had promised over and over. And now, she was going to have to figure out how to explain to her poor hubby how she had managed to get herself pregnant by a big black bull whom she barely even knew! Even worse, she was going to have to find some way to explain why this wasn't just a one-time affair: she was determined to meet Errol regularly from now on, wedding vows be damned. Not knowing what to do, she logged onto her favorite erotic stories site. She typed in: "How to fill your husband's CUCK meter, fast!"