Breeding a married woman after satisfying her husband – Part 1

Hi, my name is Baljinder Singh. I am 24 years old, originally from Punjab, India, and currently living in Etobicoke, Ontario. I stand 5 ft 7 in tall, and my dick is 5.5 inches in length, thicker than average, uncut, with large testicles. I have known I was bisexual from an early age but only started exploring it when I moved to Canada, mostly through Grindr, where I discovered my preference as a versatile top.

One day, I came across a married man on Grindr who was looking for a discreet encounter – he wanted to suck a cock, swallow a load, and keep things low-key. He couldn’t host, so I offered my place.

We started chatting, and I shared a few pictures (not nudes) along with my dick size. He was eager and agreed right away. Since I work night shifts at an Indian restaurant in downtown Toronto (near Queens Quay), my apartment is empty most of the day. My roommates all work 9-to-5 jobs and drive Uber afterward. Meaning, no one is home until around 10 PM.

With that in mind, I invited him over at noon, sent him my buzzer code, and waited. I hadn’t seen him yet, didn’t ask too many questions – he was desperate to get on his knees and take my cock, and I was more than ready to feed him my load.

Around 11:30, I got a text on Grindr from him saying he’d be at my place in 12 minutes.

“Someone’s in a hurry,” I thought.

I gave him some quick instructions for parking and told him the floor number – but not my apartment number. I wanted to make sure he was actually coming because, sometimes, people flake when you give them all the details upfront. I told him to text me when he reached the floor.

When the buzzer rang, I knew it was him. I sent him my apartment number and told him the door was unlocked. Then, I gave him clear instructions: Enter the apartment, close the main door behind you, pass the walk-in closet, then turn left. My room is at the extreme end, the last door on the right. Close my room door when you come in.

I turned on some porn, my heart pounding with excitement and a bit of nervousness. As I slid off my trousers, my dick was already throbbing – anticipation mixing with the slight fear of someone else walking in. I started stroking myself, waiting for the door to open.

A few minutes later, I got a text: “I’m outside the apartment.”

I quickly replied, “Come in… close the door behind you… follow the instructions I gave you… and take off all your clothes when you enter my room.”

I heard the door open and close.

The anticipation was killing me. I wanted to stroke myself faster, but I held back, keeping myself under control. Then, I heard a knock at the door – polite, like a gentleman.

But I wasn’t in the mood for formalities.

“Come on, bitch! Your meal is ready!” I shouted.

He walked in – a South Indian guy, clean-shaven, taller and heavier than me, with a dark complexion. The moment he entered, his eyes locked onto my dick. Without wasting a second, he hurriedly stripped off his clothes and dropped to his knees between my legs. His hands explored my balls, gently massaging my shaft while he took in my scent. His warm breath against my skin sent shivers down my spine.

Then, he stuck out his tongue and started licking my shaft, slowly running it all around before kissing my balls. Damn, this guy knows what he’s doing. He was a pro.

Next, he teased my dickhead, sliding his tongue under my foreskin, flicking and swirling it in ways that few people know – let alone do. It was pure bliss. I didn’t want him to stop. He kept at it for a good 5–10 minutes, making me squirm with pleasure.

Then came the real action.

At first, he sucked just the tip, taking his time. But after a while – who knows how long, I was too lost in it to care – he went deeper. That’s when it happened.

My first-ever deepthroat.

And let me tell you, if you haven’t experienced it, you’re missing out. The feeling was unreal, something words can’t do justice to.

He kept going, switching between deep, sloppy sucks and teasing flicks of his tongue. There were no words exchanged between us the entire time – just moans and the wet, obscene sounds of him working my dick. Then, suddenly, he stopped.

For the first time, he spoke.

“Now, I’m going to make you cum in a minute. Be ready.”

I could barely process his words. My body was too relaxed, too overwhelmed with pleasure to react. But then, he picked up the pace. His mouth moved faster, his tongue worked my tip with some insane technique I’d never felt before.

And just like that, within minutes, I exploded.

He sucked me dry, swallowing every drop. Even after my dick went soft, he didn’t stop – his lips stayed wrapped around me, still sucking. And guys, you know that weird, almost ticklish sensation when someone keeps sucking after you’ve cum? Yeah, that.

I had to stop him. I pulled back, rushed to the bathroom, and took a much-needed piss.

After using the washroom and washing my dick with warm water, I came back into the room. He was still on the ground, licking his lips, looking satisfied.

I smirked and called out, “Come on, bitch.” Then, in Hindi, I said, “Bhai, yaar, tune toh maza hi dila diya. It was my first deepthroat, and jo maze tune diye hain… kaash aisa BJ roj milta.”

Hearing that, he smiled, still sitting on the floor like he was soaking in the moment.

I looked at him and said, “Bhai, upar aa na, neeche kyun baitha hai? Bas ho gaya.”

He stood up and started putting his clothes back on. As he dressed, he said, “You’re the first guy who lasted more than 30 minutes with my skills.”

That’s when I snapped back to reality and checked my phone – it was 12:50.

I smirked and told him, “I can fuck for 45 minutes straight, just by playing with the pace of my strokes.”

He looked shocked. But before he could say anything, I added, “I only fuck women, trans, or a femboy.”

Nothing against anyone; I just have some bad experiences with other genders, so I decided not to.

That’s when I realized – I didn’t even know his name.

I told him my real name and asked for his. But he simply said, “Call me Sheena’s husband.”

I was confused for a moment, then smirked and joked, “Bitch sounds better than that.”

He chuckled and replied, “As you wish.”

Then, he asked for some water. I handed him my water bottle – I usually drink straight from the bottle since the tap water here isn’t great. He took a sip, then looked at me and said, “Same time tomorrow?”

Hearing that made me grin. “Yes,” I said without hesitation, then leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

As he put the bottle down, he said, “I should go now, need to do some shopping. And soon… you’ll have someone to fuck.”

His words caught me off guard. I was confused for a second but didn’t think much of it. My first thought was that maybe he was into crossdressing and wanted me to fuck him. But that wasn’t it at all.

He was talking about his wife – the same woman I would end up fucking in the near future. And now, she has a baby girl growing in her tummy.

But that… is a story for another time.

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