**My Hotwife Journy Pt 40**
"I Caged Hubby and Made Him Leave Work Early To Watch Me Get Creampied"
Lately, these pregnancy cravings have been hitting harder than I expected. It’s not just food. It’s not just mood swings. It’s cock. Constantly. My hormones seem to have turned me into some kind of insatiable slut and honestly? I’m loving every second of it.
There’s something about knowing my body is changing and growing, and at the same time being this greedy for sex—especially for being filled. My pussy has been wetter than usual, my orgasms more intense, and my need to be stretched and bred? You have no idea.
I’ve been keeping myself busy. Chatting with more guys than ever—on dating apps, socials, DMs. If they look good and sound decent, I’m flirting. And from there things are set into motion. I set a little personal goal: to have more sex than I’ve ever had before. And I’m well on track.
Of course, hubby knows all of this. He knows about my hormones. He knows how I get when I am pregnant. And of course he is always there , watching. He’s the one filming half the time. And more often than not, he’s either joining in, because I’m feeling fun or caged—exactly where he belongs.
That morning, like so many others, I had him cage up before leaving for work. But he tried to get out of it this time. Said he had a lot of walking ahead, a few big meetings, and maybe it wasn’t the day to be locked up.
Cute.
I smiled, handed him his cage, and told him to be a good boy and do what he’s told. So off he went, cock caged, wearing his pretty little black thong. We’d picked matching pairs recently and honestly? I love knowing he was wearing his while I had mine on too.
What he didn’t know was that I had a little something planned.
I’d taken the day off. And I’d set up a date.
Around lunch, I messaged him: “Come home.”
He replied almost instantly: “Why? Is everything okay?” A minute later came, “I’d prefer not to…”
Oh, poor thing. He must’ve sensed something.
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