A lot has happened since that wonderful night my husband and I had with his friends. I have been hoping and praying for more of those beautiful creampies my husband and his friends gave me. Two months have passed, but I still think about that night frequently, reliving all of the wonderful moments in my mind. From giving myself self-gratification in the doctor's office room, seeing the lustful look in my husband's eyes, being restrained to the bed while my husband teases me with his cock, and being filled with three mindblowing creampies.

I take my hand and place it over my pussy; I can still feel it filled to the brim; oh, what an amazing feeling; I am dying to feel that way again; I wonder if my husband would let us do that again; I am not going to lie, his friends know how to use what they have been given. Their cocks were thick, long, and veiny; I felt each vein rub up against my pussy walls as they filled me with their seed; it makes me want to feel their cocks in me again.

I need to find a way to persuade my husband to let us do it again; I am sure I can think of something; he never says no to me.

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I wake up earlier than usual with a horrible sickly feeling that I have never felt before; I can feel it rising up from the pit of my stomach into my oesophagus, and I scramble to get out of bed and to our bathroom before it escapes from my mouth into the toilet; the pain in my stomach is excruciating, and waves and waves of nausea flood over my body; I have never felt anything like this before. We ordered takeaway last night, and I wonder if the food was not cooked all the way through. My husband is quickly behind me, grabbing my hair to ensure that I do not get sick in it; he is extremely thoughtful.

"What is wrong, baby?" he asks me in a panic, having never seen me in such a state before.

"I do not know, babes, my stomach is killing me; I think I have food poisoning. How are you feeling? Do you have a stomachache as well?" I ask.

"I don't, baby; let us get you checked out at the doctor's office," he says to me.

"Okay, babes, could you please call while I finish up in here and shower?" I ask.

"I got you, baby," he says, walking out of the bathroom to get ready.

I turn on the shower and let the water heat up while I try to process what has just happened to me; I have never felt so sick in my life. I am running through countless possibilities in my head as I step into the shower, letting the soothing warm water wash over me and calm my mind, when it dawns on me that I am late.

I call my husband to the bathroom because I have a shocking thought and need to hear myself say it because I do not believe it.

He rushes in, panicking, and asks, "What is wrong, baby?"

I turn to him, a look of disbelief on my face, "Babes, I am late."

"No, you are not, baby. I have an appointment for this afternoon."

"Not for that, you silly man!" I say, "My period is late."

"Oh, that is okay; I am sure it will--" He stops talking and appears to be thinking very hard. "Are you pregnant!" he yells at me.

"That took long enough!" I sigh, "I believe so; let us get to the doctor's office."

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We decided to drive to the doctor's office rather than walk, as I was sick and tired and extremely anxious. This could be it, we could be pregnant; I sincerely hope so; this is what we need to complete our family, and I can not wait to be a mother. It is not a long drive to the doctor, so I do not have much time to think before we pull into the parking lot and my husband gets out of the car, walks around, and opens my door for me; what a gentleman he is.

We walk hand in hand into the doctor's office, check in with the receptionist, and wait in the waiting area. I begin pacing back and forth, anxiety washing over me; I despise waiting so much. After ten minutes, the doctor summons us and conducts a few tests before leaving his office and returning a few minutes later. He confirms that I am pregnant and gives me some vitamins to take during the pregnancy, as well as an appointment to return to the OBGYN in a few weeks for a baby scan.

We leave the doctor's office with joy in our hearts, knowing that it is finally happening for us; our family will be complete. We walk to the car, feeling great, and my husband stops on my side, pushes me up against the door, and slams his lips against mine. I was caught off guard, but I quickly regained my composure and gave him a passionate kiss in return. I needed him more, so I put my arms around his neck and pulled his body against mine.

As arousal swirls around my very core, my need, want, and desire for more grows every second. I need him to make love to me slowly, sensually, and take me to new and exciting heights. I grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him to the back of the car, then open the door and climb inside.

I slowly pull my skirt up, revealing that I left my pants off while getting ready inside the doctor's office.

My husband's eyes light up as he gently slides me along, climbs into the car beside me, and closes the door. He slowly rubs his hands up my leg, and I gasp. His mouth quickly finds mine as he pulls his trousers down with his boxers, revealing his hard cock. He spins me around and gently guides me to straddle him, and I use the backs of the two front chairs for balance as I lower myself onto his hard cock. I moan loudly as his thick cock enters my soaking wet pussy, providing him with enough lubrication to slide right in, which he does, and I yelp. My walls are forcibly stretching around his cock as I feel him thrust his hips up and down, pulling out and pushing back in hard in slow, rapid movements.

The way he is taking my pussy right now is extremely sensual. My pussy is already threatening to cum. Seconds later, I begin to orgasm, pure bliss coursing through my body, tingling every nerve. I grab his hands and place them on my stiff nipples. He begins to fuck me faster; I can tell he is about to cum alongside me, and we cum together in a beautiful sounding sympathy. As we finish our divine orgasm, he pulls me back onto him, his cock still inside me, and we enjoy the silence and the scent of sex in our car.

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Three months have passed since we discovered we were pregnant, and not a single day goes by that I am not insanely horny, my sex drive is through the roof, and I am completely insatiable. A constant crave, a hunger that no amount of sex between me and my husband can satisfy the need to feel a cock in my pussy. My poor husband is almost dried up from how much he has been inside of me lately, and I have a feeling he will not be able to perform much longer unless this hunger is suppressed.

He goes to the pub with his friends after work and tells them that I am completely insatiable and that I am constantly expecting sex from him, and that his balls are basically running on fumes at this point. His friends tease him, telling him that he should plan another breeding gangbang with me to celebrate the pregnancy and fill me up again, because I can not get any more pregnant than I am now.

He steps outside the bar for a moment, pulls out his phone, and calls me.

"Hello, are you all right? You usually do not call when you are out with the boys," I say, concerned.

"Everything is fine, baby. Me and the boys were talking, and I was wondering if you wanted a repeat of the gangbang we used to get you pregnant?"

"Are you joking with me, babe?" I ask, surprised at him, because he was the one who said he did not want to share me again.

"I am being very serious, baby."

"Bring them around; this pregnant mama needs to be filled," I tell him, getting excited, what a rush! I have been waiting for this moment since the last time.

"Set up the spare room, baby, we are on our way," he says, hanging up the phone.

I rush into the spare room, take the restraints out of the cupboard, secure them to the bed, and put on a new sheet. I look at the bed and the memories of that night flood back; I can almost smell the sex in the air, which makes me very horny; my pussy begins to get wet; I strip naked and get on the bed, waiting for them to come and satisfy this needy pussy.

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My husband and his friends all rush through the door to the spare room, where I lie on the bed, building up anticipation in my head. I have been waiting for this moment for six long months, six long months. They all surround me, taking everything in, my naked body lying on the bed for them all to see, my breasts having grown since the last time we were in here. My body is more curvy, with a small baby bump that stands out, wider hips, and thicker thighs.

My husband walks over to me and plants a big kiss on my lips before grabbing the bed restraints and cuffing my hands to the top corners of the bed. He then walks to the bottom of the bed and gently spreads my legs apart before cuffing them to the bottom corners. I am completely naked, and my wet pussy glistens, inviting them to come close and use me, filling me up with their cum.

My husband wants to be the first one inside me, and I am glad he is; he knows my body and what I like, and he can get me going, allowing me to enjoy the pleasure I will receive from his friends. He gently rubs his cock against my pussy lips, teasingly moving up and down. Applying pressure as he does until he reaches my clit, moans escape my mouth, and his teasing makes me crave his cock in my pussy; I need it, want it, and have to have it right now.

I grind my hips up, attempting to coax his cock into my pussy, but he stops, leans forward, and whispers in my ear, "Patience, sexy. Good things come to those who wait."

My skin is covered in goosebumps, a chill comes over me, and I can not help but let out a big moan.

He kisses down my body while holding his cock against my clit, sending my mind into overdrive; he has never looked more sexy than he does right now, teasing my very core. Without warning, he thrusts his cock deeop inside my pussy while biting on my tender nipples, waves of pleasure bursting through my very core, spreading to the deepest parts of my consciousness, daring to push me over the edge. Each hard, fast thrust he gives me sends another wave, causing me to become lightheaded, pleasure taking over my body. The only thing that matters at the moment is the intense pleasure I am experiencing.

As he gets closer to the edge, his thrusts become more calculated, firm, and perfect; a few more deep, hard, slow thrusts into and out of my aching pussy, and he is undone. He is shooting copious amounts of cum into my pussy, filling it up as he thrusts deep inside. Which causes me to come undone, my juices squirting out the side of his cock, which is filling my pussy. Once he finishes, he slowly pulls his cock out, allowing me to feel his veiny cock rub against my walls before pulling out and tapping my clit with his cock. I yelp as he does, my poor sensitive clit soaking up everything he gives me, my pussy pink and swollen, and I am lying here panting, enjoying the throbbing in my pussy and clit from the orgasm we just had.

Seconds later, his first friend approaches me, looks at my wet, glistening, deliciously sore pussy, and kneels in front of me, his head gradually reaching up to my pussy while his hands grab my thighs. He thrusts his tongue directly into my pussy, causing me to moan loudly; the sensations his tongue provides are out of this world. He flicks his tongue up and down rapidly, hitting my g spot as he goes, causing me to pull on my restraints, attempting to break free. I want his hair in my hands, I want to grind on his face, but can't, so I move my hips side to sid,e but he stops me by moving his hands to my hips and gently pressing down.

I have no choice but to take it like a good girl; I must learn patience; I simply need to cum, and his tongue is taking me to places I never knew existed. It does not take long for me to cum all over his tongue, threatening to burst like a dam over his body; he quickly removes his tongue from my oversensitive pussy and sucks hard on my clit, and I yelp out, pulling hard on the restraints, almost breaking them. He takes my legs out of the restraints and flips me over so that my arms are crossed in front of my chest and my ass is sticking out proudly, revealing my puffy pussy.

Kneeling on one leg and standing on the other, he pulls me closer to him and enters my pussy with one powerful thrust. His cock is slightly wider than my husband's, so he is stretching me out further than I am used to, and my used pussy is feeling rather sensitive to each thrust he is giving me. His cock has thick veins sticking out over his hard cock, rubbing up against my walls, causing my senses to loosen once more, and my legs begin to buckle. My body is in a beautiful state of euphoria, and my mind is transported to another place, almost like an out-of-body experience. Nothing else matters in this moment but the pleasure I am experiencing, the smell of sex in the air, the sounds of my juices sloshing against his cock, and the satisfying smack of my ass hitting his hips.

He is not going easy on my sore tender pussy right now, and I do not care; I beg him to fuck me harder and deeper because I need to feel him deep inside me. My screams and pleas, as well as my moans, echo throughout the room. He complies and gives me what I want, fucking me so hard that the bed begins to shake, my breathing quivers as I can not take it any longer, and I squirt all over his cock, he continues to thrust deep inside of me, my orgasm does not let up, and I keep squirting and screaming in painful pleasure. My screams send him over the edge, and he cums deep inside. I can feel his cock twitching as the last splurts of cum coat my walls. He tries to slowly pull his cock out, but my pussy is clamping down on him, and once my pussy relaxes, he can pull out. I collapse onto the bed in a hot sticky sweaty mess, my hair glued to my head, my eyes glazed over, still feeling the euphoria.

His second friend approaches me; I can tell he is extremely aroused by the sounds and smells in the air, and he can not wait to get inside the pussy that has created the smell that is enticing his soul. He lifts my hips so my pussy is directly on his face, and he takes a big sniff in, as if the smell of my pussy is the best kind of fragrance to smell. With a quick lick of his tongue, he tastes my cum mixed with my husband's and his friend's, and he growls, satisfied with the taste. He frees me completely from the restraints and kisses me passionately, forcing his tongue into my mouth so I can taste myself, my husband, and his friend; it tastes divine, and I moan in satisfaction. He picks me up, gently pushes me against the wall, and carefully lifts me up, taking care not to squash my baby bump. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He thrusts his longer cock into my pussy, and I throw my head back, moaning. I have never been taken in this position before, and it feels fucking phenomenal.

He places his hands under my ass and bounces me up and down his long hard cock; I can not contain myself in this position, and I cum almost immediately over him, my juices flowing down his cock, coating his balls, making them shine as they cover them and run down his legs. Every few bounces on his cock results in more orgasms, a constant flow of cum down him, and the smell egging him on to try and make me cum as many times as possible before he does, which I am counting in my head. One, two, three, four, six, seven, and eight. I have eight mind-blowing orgasms before he finally gives me what I want: his cum inside me. He continues to bounce me on his cock, my walls clamping down on him, miking him for every drop he will give me. He carries me to the bed, cock still inside me, and gently places me on the bed, removing his cock once my walls relax around him. My eyes immediately become heavy, and I drift off into a peaceful dream, my mind in euphoria and my body completely satisfied.

My husband and his friends begin to laugh. "I suppose we tired her out," my husband says to his friends.

"Yes, it appears so," his friends say simultaneously.

They all laugh again, and my husband asks if they want to taste me one last time before they leave, to which they agree, stepping up to me, turning me on my back, and taking turns cleaning my pussy out of all four of our juices.