One thing about dykebreaking to tradwife is that the feeling won't last.
Yeah, it's fun to begin with but you never see a happy tradwife in her 40s.
Instead, be greedy. Try to have it both ways. Convince your loving partner to bring a man into the bed room when you're drunk.
Convince her you want kids, come home to her with cum dripping down your thigh. Watch the look on her face change as she conflicts between sadness, acceptance and love. Bring her along some nights.
Watch as she soon gets jealous. Maybe she'll try fucking you at the same time, maybe she'll fuck him. Pretty soon you'll both be bringing men home together. Both of you still telling the world you're just another lesbain couple, but you're not.
You're a pair of cockbrained broken dykes who feel as much guilt for what they are as they do longing that this time they will be bred by this stranger. That this random man will make you fall in love with him as much as his cock and the fullness of his cum squirting inside you.
And at the end of the night, when both men have left you, you can crawl over and kiss the cum off your wife's face, lick his saliva off her breast, clean your lover's skin like your trying to undirty your relationship. Like your still trying to reject what you are, what you really want, just so you can keep slipping back into it.
When one of you does get pregnant, maybe he really does try that, maybe you decide to both carry his kids. But you could still hide it from your freinds ans family. It's when you start having hin round more, when he decides to pick up the role and care for the two breeders as you swell up. When you both start to need him to get by, that you realise you still ended up where you fantasized being while your loving girlfriend went down on you, just this time you dragged her down with you. You can still be together, loving eachother even as your tongues meet around his cock because it's the only time he'll let you kiss.
