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**MY HOTWIFE JOURNEY Pt. 37** “Pregnant and owned by a BBC” It’s no secret anymore—I’m addicted to Black men. Every boyfriend I’d had before—and my husband—had been your typical Aussie stereotype. But ever since my first experience with a BBC, something in me changed. The way it stretched me. The way it filled me. The way I couldn’t stop thinking about it for days afterward. It was more then just sex. It was an awakening. And during this pregnancy, that craving has only grew stronger. My hormones were wild. My body… sorry, my pussy is always wet. I needed to be filled. I needed to be used. And the only man I could think about was Mike. We’d been flirting and messaging for months—dirty, teasing, building tension across states. He was in Melbourne. I was in Sydney. But then one day, out of nowhere, he messaged me: “I’m coming north. One day in Sydney. And I want you.” That was all it took. This pregnant, married mother of three was about to spend an afternoon being claimed by a man she’d never met in person… but had already imagined in every filthy scenario possible. When Mike walked through the door, my pussy clenched. Tall. Dark. Broad. Stereotypical muscle-bound god. Everything about him made my body react. His deep voice. His confidence. The way he looked at me like he already owned me. And before I could even say a word—he acted. He grabbed me by the wrist, turned me around, led me to the bedroom and pushed me down onto my knees. Not a word spoken. Not a question asked. Just pure, natural dominance. I looked up at him, heart racing, belly heavy with pregnancy, and felt his cock already thick and hard in front of me. I opened my mouth and slid him between my lips, tasting the weight of him, the warmth, the size. His hand moved into my hair, tightening, holding me in place as he started to fuck my throat, slow but deep. I moaned around him, spit pooling at the corners of my mouth as I swallowed him again and again. Continued in comments...
