Bred at the Baby Shower Pt. 4

Script - [FF4M] - Bred at the Baby Shower, Part 4

Tags: [Pregnant] [Cheating] [Encouragement] [Temptation] [Affair] [Breeding] [Impreg] [Blowjob] [Seduction] [Grinding] [Masturbation] [Pillow Humping] [Using Daddy] [Getting that Seed] [Baby Mama Coup] [Swollen Bellies, Milky Tits] [Needy Mommy] [Dirty Talk] [Series]

[SFX] (Direction) *Emphasis* **Notes**

Scene: The story comes full circle. Months after giving into temptation the listener is attending the baby shower of his wife’s friend, who carries his twins and he has been conducting an affair with during her pregnancy. The loving wife helps play host while the husband supports in the background. However, when he finds himself in a tricky situation all the sneaking around may be brought to light.

Note: While this is the fourth part in the series I believe it works as a standalone script. Neither of the characters are given names, but feel free to assign them names of your preference to help make the script clearer.

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[Door opens and closes.]

Wife: There you are! Just in time. Thank you so much for running back and getting that. It totally slipped my mind when I left the house. I didn’t want this any of this falling on our guest of honour, it’s her special day.

W: You really don’t mind just hanging out here during the baby shower and being on hand, do you? I know you’re a good sport, but it won’t be much fun for you. (Giggles) Yes, of course there will be food. I should know you’d be thinking with your stomach. Speaking of which, I saw her tummy when I was helping her get dressed. Wowza, her twins are making her *big*!

W: Things are going to get started in a bit, so you can just help set things up and make yourself at home, okay? Thanks, baby. I love you. (Kisses cheek) I’ll be sure to thank you properly later.

[Footsteps.]

Mistress: (Playful teasing) Well, well, well, look who showed up. Are you distracting her from her babyshower hosting duties? I’ll shoo you away, you know.

W: (Laughs) He just brought the stuff I left at home.

M: Mmhmm, you’re sure he just isn’t here on the prowl for something? I know a hungry bear when I see one...

W: (Laughs) Him? No way. He’s a good boy.

M: (Knowing) Very good, I’m sure. Well, we might as well get some use out of him since he’s here. The first guests are going to be here soon. I’m sure you don’t mind pitching in, you’ve been to enough of these, haven’t you?

W: We’re kind of experts at this stage, not to mention with the kids’ birthdays.

M: Well, I do appreciate a man who knows what he’s doing.

W: (Laughs) You’re awful, you know that?

M: That’s why you love me.

[Fades out.]

[Sounds of a party in the other room.]

[Door opens. Closes.]

W: (Excited) Hey baby, how you holding up? (Laughs, then proudly) Things are going really well. (Pause) Mmhmm, everyone seems like they’re having a good time - even the woman of the hour. You know, she said she didn’t *really* want a baby shower, and I don’t blame her. I’m sure a lot of her family and friends don’t support her having twins by herself. (Thinks) Which, reminds me of something. You’ve been a really good friend to her, you know? I mean, she’s not even *your* friend, she’s mine, and you’ve been so wonderful.

W: (Kiss) I’m really a lucky woman to have you, and to have built a family, a life with you and our kids. I love you, baby. (Hugs.)

W: (Sheepish) I have a favour to ask though... do you mind if we stay behind after and help out? Please? (Relieved) Thanks, honey. I promise to make it up to you.

W: When things settle down you can bring up the gifts, okay? You’re the best. I have to get back. (Kiss.)

[Door opens. Closes.]

[Fades out.]

[Fades in.]

M: Hey there! Hiding out? (Laughs.) Don’t worry the ladies are all gone. I wouldn’t have been able to get away otherwise. (Sighs) I’m exaggerating a bit, it was actually a nice time. Your wife made it perfect for me, you know? (Teasing) Though I suppose the two of you have *plenty* of experience with baby showers at this point, don’t you?

M: Your wife? Oh, she’s taking a much deserved break. Last I saw her she was sitting down on the couch, relaxing. She did most of the work for me; though to be fair, we both know I can only pitch in so much. (Flirty) Some stud got me knocked up with twins and that’s a *bit* tricky all its own.

M: Speaking of which… do you like the dress I picked out? (Proud) I saw the way you looked at me when you came in the door. Do all pregnant women make you weak in the knees… or only the ones who have *your* babies in them?

M: (Dismissive) Don’t look so nervous. We’re upstairs, she’s downstairs. I think I’m entitled to have a little fun at my baby shower. Though… I seem to recall the last baby shower I was at we both had some fun. Mmm… with very significant results… Daddy.

M: When you were in the kitchen, did you hear the ladies going on about it? (Light imitation) Oh my, you’re so big! Wow, you’re really showing! Those must be some big babies in there! (Purrs) I’m one proud momma right now. Aren’t you feeling good about this?

M: (Softly) When the ladies were feeling me, waiting to feel the kicks, I couldn’t help but fantasize it was your big hands on my belly. I remember the last time I lured you over… You came up behind me and put your hands on me… it wasn’t long before I felt that poke, wasn’t it? (Laughs) It’s almost too easy.

M: No? (Teasing) Then how come I can see a bulge in your pants.

M: (Moves in closer, softly) Listen, I need you. Right now. Shhh… Don’t worry we’ll be nice and quick. Mmm… You’re getting harder. Let me play with your stud cock. I promise, I’ll be good after…

[Zipper sounds.]

M: (Satisfied) I told you, there’s no point resisting me, is there? You can feel up your handiwork all you like. My body is aching for you, Daddy. (Gasp turns to moan.)

M: (Softly) Help me onto my knees. It’s not so easy with this belly, you know. Ha, I appreciate your concern, but this is what I want and this… is where I belong, isn’t it? (Cute and sultry) On my knees, biting my lip and looking up at my baby-daddy with hungry eyes?

M: Mmm… you’re so hot in my hand. Look at how fucking hard you are, and you tried to play coy. I don’t know why you resist anymore. I know the second you see me you’re body gets ready for me. You can pretend to be the put upon, loyal husband all you want, but your eyes are hungry for me and your cock is eager for my touch… I bet you’ve been thinking about fucking my pregnant pussy from the moment you walked in the door. (Giggle.)

M: Don’t worry, Daddy. I’m going to take care of you. (Kisses the tip.) (Satisfied laugh) Was that a gasp? I guess that means you want more. (She kisses his head and then slowly takes him into her mouth.)

M: (Slow blowjob noises.)

M: Mmm… You taste so fucking good… I definitely had a craving for this… (Blowjob noises.) Just relax… That’s it… Don’t worry about anything just… (Licks) feel my tongue going along your shaft and… (Lick) swirling around your head.

M: (Moans) That’s it, put your hands on my head… show me how you like it, how you want it. That’s my good Daddy. (Blowjob noises) Watch me, watch the slut you knocked up suck your cock…

M: Do you want to see my tits? Of course you do. Mmm… The beautiful thing about maternity dresses is they’re *so* stretchy. I can pull this down no problem. (Quiet moans) Do you like my bra? Part of you seems to. Though you might like my swollen tits even more. Here. Look at how big they’ve gotten…

M: (Blowjob noises) Mmhmm… That’s it. I love it…

M: (Blowjob noises continue.)

[Footsteps.]

W: (Confused) Honey?

M: Uh oh… (Pause, then laughs) Really? You’re going to tell your wife it isn’t what it seems?

W: (Hesitant) What’s going on here?

M: Do you want to tell her? (Pause. Casual.) He’s a little tongue-tied, that might be my fault. Nah-uh, don’t you dare put that way. You face your wife like a man. I came in here and he was helping put away the gifts and he kept staring at my body. He has a real weakness for pregnant women, you know.

W: Yeah, I know…

M: Well, he was making eyes at me and well, you know how pregnancy hormones go?

W: Yeah, I sure do. So… it was your idea?

M: Mmhmm, but he was getting just as worked up ogling me though, so…

W: Got it. (Sigh) I can hardly be surprised, I mean, you look stunning today. I knew from the moment you told me you were pregnant you’d be gorgeous.

M: Aww, that’s so sweet.

W: So, I guess that means we have to talk, don’t we mister? Were you planning on telling me about this? Did you try to stop her?

M: (Teasing) You’re in trouble...

W: She has a perfectly good reason. As pregnant as she is, with twins, she is allowed to get away with *a lot*. What’s your excuse?

(Pause.)

W: She seduced you?

M: God, you make it sound so… bland. These bedroom eyes and moves deserve better recognition.

W: You have some powerful tools in your arsenal at the moment, on top of your usual charms.

M: (Satisfied) Thank you.

W: Hmm? Why am I so calm? Well… I think you can work that out can’t you.

M: (Whispers) She already knew, big guy.

W: (Laughs) The look on your face! (Sobers) You don’t really think I wouldn’t figure it out, would you? All those long visits to help her out? You seemed so embarrassed whenever I brought her up. You’re a terrible liar, dear, but I love you.

M: You don’t need to know all the details, but your wife signed off on this. In fact, some of it was her idea. You felt so guilty, I’m shocked you kept it a secret.

W: And when you didn’t spill the beans, it was too tempting to keep pushing things.

M: It seemed only appropriate to tell you today. It has a nice… symmetry about it.

W: Mmhmm.

M: I made you get me pregnant at her babyshower, so it felt right for things to come out in the open at mine.

W: Mad? No, I’m not mad, honey. She wanted a baby and she needed a man to take care of her and I knew there was no better man for the job than you. Am I right?

M: I’d say so. But, I was thinking… I think there’s a way to make things completely even.

W: (Curious) What’s on your mind?

M: Well… I think your hubby *owes* you. I mean, I won’t deny that I blackmailed him and kept him walking on eggshells - but he would be lying if he said he didn’t have any fun. I think you need to be compensated…

W: Hmm…

M: Not to mention… I think you’re jealous.

W: (Offended) Jealous? What are you talking about?

M: He has given me two babies…

W: We have five children together. That’s more than twice what he gave you.

M: (Coy) Sure, that’s true… But he never gave you twins, did he? Your husband fucked me *once* and knocked me up with *twins*... You’re telling me that has never bothered you, even a little bit…

W: I… I…

M: Even if you weren’t envious that I’m swelling up with two babies… Don’t you think your man has a responsibility to get you pregnant?

W: (Conflicted) We were… Five is a nice size for us…

M: Bullshit. I’ve seen your man in action around a pregnant woman. I’ve felt how he fucks his baby-mama like it’s the last time he’ll ever get pussy. Don’t you want him to be thrusting into you, with his hand on your swollen belly and just pumping you full of his cum like he owns you all over again?

W: (Aroused) Wait…

M: And then, let’s not forget you. All those check-in messages you’ve sent… all those probing questions… all those very personal chats, or shopping trips… You’re a wonderful friend, but there was envy in your eyes, and desire, wasn’t there?

W: (Weakening) It’s not like that...

M: I wonder how many times you’d look at a fresh photo from me and imagine it was you… then climbed on top of your husband to scratch that itch…

W: (Nearly whimpering, needy confession) Oh fuck…

M: That’s it. That’s the dirty mommy I love. No woman like you gets bred five times and doesn’t love it. (Purrs) And look at this, seems your man is at the ready. Hard and throbbing. It’s the right time, isn’t it?

W: My window… Yes… I’m pretty sure I’m at peak ovulation; (Confessing) I knew today would drive me nuts with jealousy watching him eye fuck your gorgeous pregnent body, but I’ve been hot all day… (Tiny moan) Mama needs Daddy…

M: And no birth control in the house… Sorry, with the way things are… (Chuckles) I don’t see much reason to keep those boring things around. (Pause) I want to say thank you for all of this… I want you to get bred at my babyshower.

W: Yes… Please…

M: Did you hear that? (Whisper) Your sweet wife wants you to breed her? And I don’t think you have *any* room to protest, not after fucking her friend for months on end. Now. Take your clothes off.

[Movement as Mistress moves to the Wife.]

M: (Softly) Let me help you.

W: You don’t have to…

M: I want to. (Kiss.)

[Zipper comes down on her dress. Clothes rustle as she slides her clothes off.]

M: (Awe) God… look at your body…

W: Really?

M: Really. This is going to be a lot of fun…

W: Honey… Come here. Mmm… You’re so hard… No, I don’t care at all. I want it… badly. I deserve to have your babies. I want you to get me pregnant.

M: Yes…

W: Touch me. (Breathy) Yes… Touch me there. Oh God… (Moans.) I know… I’m so wet already… I can’t help it… You know what I’m like when… when I’m fertile… I’m aching for you… Put your finger in and feel how ready I am… (Long groan.)

[Rustling sounds as Mistress strips out of her remaining clothes.]

M: You don’t mind, right?

W: No, I don’t care. He’s mine now. (Passionate kissing, mixed with moans.)

M: Oh... fuck...

W: (Kissing continues.)

M: This is so fucking hot… Get him, sister. Take what you deserve. (Moans.)

W: (Excited, aroused) Let’s do it. Here. On the floor… Yes. I can’t wait. Climb on top of me. Mmhmm, I want to look into your eyes when you cum in me.

M: Give her that big Daddy dick, stud…

W: (Moans) Fuck, don’t tease me, put it in… put it in… (Groans as he enters her.) Oh fuck! Yes!

M: Fuck, I need to cum… I’m so fucking pregnant and horny…

W: (Strained) Hump the pillow!

M: What?

W: Grind yourself against the pillow… When I got super horny and needed relief… (Descends into moaning as her husband fucks her.)

M: You dirty slut… That’s a good idea. (Grunts. Pants) Oh yeah… This’ll work just fine…

W: Fuck me, baby… Harder… No, harder…

M: (Amused) I thought you were a good girl.

W: (Grunts) I know how my man likes to fuck me.

M: (Breathy giggle) You heard her, pound her. Stuff her sweet pussy full of your cock.

W: I want you to put a baby in me… I want to be… Oh God… I want you to pump me just as full as her!

M: (Groans) Oh fuck…

W: She’s so sexy, look at her… Look how big you made her… That swollen baby bump… Those engorged tits… Give it to me… Give your wife the same and more!

M: Yes, holy fuck, yes… Do it!

W: Breed me, baby! I want your babies inside me! Over and over again… Get me pregnant!

M: Give her twins, just like me… Fuck her full of cum…

W: (Cries out) Oh God! Do it, baby…  I need it… I *need* it…

M: (Louder groans.)

(Both characters improvise towards orgasm.)

W: You’re going to cum… Cum in your little wife… Knock me up again… Show everyone what a fucking man you are… Oh God…

M: It’s going to happen…

W: Cum inside me! Please!

M: Yes! Wrap your legs around him, pull him in deep! Take it, you fertile slut! Get your baby!

(Wife and Mistress Orgasm. **Can space it out to make it clearer.**)

W: Oh yes! Yes! (Groans.) I can feel it… I can feel it… (Passionate kissing and heavy breathing.)

M: (Catching breath) Holy fuck… That was… something.

W: (Mellow, blissful) That was perfection. God, I missed that so much.

M: (Coos) I can easily see why you two haven’t stopped. This is…

W: Incredible.

M: Yeah.

W: (Kiss.) Well… I don’t suppose you’d have to stop at two if you didn’t want to.

M: True… but three or four kids on my own, that’s a lot.

W: Come now, it doesn’t have to be like that. You’ve got a family to help you. Doesn’t she, honey? And we both know my man is *so* helpful.

M: Mmm, I can’t disagree there.

W: Mmhmm. (Sigh.) I think our families are going to be very close. We all work so well together. It’ll be perfect. (Kiss.)

M: (Kiss) It took a little blackmail to get my baby bump, which I think we can agree worked out *just* fine for everyone involved. Though, a family is what I really wanted. I’ll be happy to accept your help, especially *his*. (Tired giggle.)