6 comments/ 241289 views/ 12 favorites Pregnant By: intriguess When I first found out I was pregnant I was overjoyed, my husband and I celebrated by having wild amazing sex. The first few months were fine it was about month six that I noticed he was being protective and begging off. I knew he was working extra hard so he could get time off after I had baby but it was frustrating me to no end as my body was more sexually responsive than ever. I was talking with a close friend while we lounged in backyard sunning ourselves. I said it was so much easier with her being a lesbian and all. She was rubbing lotion into my back at the time and she said it had its rough points. I rolled over so I could look at her my tits naturally hard, and said the next time they would get sucked was if I breast-fed. Her fingers slide up to touch them and I flushed at how good it felt even through my swimsuit. "I could change that," it was the barest hint of whisper and I shock my head, but her fingers persisted and she slowly worked my swimsuit down, my breasts popping out, her fingers working the entire breast. I couldn't help but moan and blushed as she squeezed one and liquid spurt a little out of my nipples. Before I could apologize, my husband had been weirded out by it; her mouth had lowered to my rosy tits and was sucking so gently, insistently. My body was responding, I couldn't understand, then her mouth took in the other one relieving a pressure I didn't even know was built up in my breasts. If she had been a man I would have done anything for more sucking, but she was my friend. "Please stop," it's a weak protest at best as her lips cover mine in a kiss so soft that I was parting my lips to her. "Let's go inside," I was relieved thinking she was going to stop but once inside she looked the patio door and began massaging my exposed breasts again. I was trying so hard to resist imagining my husband and only seeing him turned on. I give in as her fingers slide my swimsuit off. I had shaved my pussy ever since I started showing and I felt my legs try and close as her fingers slide down. It took very little coaxing and her looking me in the eye for my legs to part. She had me sit down on an amazingly soft looking beanbag chair. I sunk into material as her fingers parted my legs. I felt so warm and pampered as her tongue worked over my extended abdomen licking around the belly button. I whimpered trying to resist and failing miserable as her tongue worked down to my neglected wet cunt. "How long has it been?" "Three months or more, I haven't been able to bring myself to do it myself either." "Poor neglected little pussy, let's cheer you up," she whispered. I blushed even as I moaned her tongue knowing just what to do and how hard to do it. I didn't even realize I had moaned her name until the waves of pleasure rocking my body settled down. I was hooked and whispered, "More please." Pregnant and Aching Paul and I had been together for seven years. I was 30, he was 32. We'd both been fairly wild when younger, and when we got together it was just the same. We had a good sex life, faithful, and pretty regular. Until I got pregnant. It wasn't planned, but Paul was earning enough for me to stop working, we had a nice house, and we were both happy with it. When I first told him, we made love all night we were so happy. But that was the end of that. He just didn't seem to be interested anymore. Sure, we kissed, and he was loving, but whenever I tried to start something, he would be tired, or have a long day tomorrow. It was like he didn't see me as a sexual being anymore, just a mother. Well, after five months, I was climbing the walls. Ann Summers had taken a large chunk of my credit cards and that was all that got me through sometimes! Then along came Andrew. He was Pauls younger brother. 19, and good looking, if a little shy. He was always round our house, as he had a car in the garage that he and Paul were working on. Well, one afternoon he came into the kitchen, I was washing clothes and avoiding paperwork in my casuals. We chatted briefly about minor things, when I noticed the bulge in his jeans. He was rather obviously sneaking looks at my top, and liking what he saw. In the last few months, I had bloomed from a pert 34c to a lovely 36dd. It took some getting used to, and I still hadn't got the hang of covering up properly, especially in the house. My top was low cut, and my full breasts strained in my bra. Andy could see the edges of my swollen nipples, and was swollen himself! "Whats this then?" I said, teasingly. "Ogling your brothers girlfriend?" "I didn't mean to, I'm sor-" I found his innocence amusing, and playfully reached out to grab his crotch. As my hand got there it was my turn to be surprised. He was rock hard, and nicely sized. All of a sudden, months of pent-up lust got the better of me, and I looked him straight in the eye. "Do you want me to do anything about that?" He looked nervous, and said nothing, so I sank to my knees and unzipped his jeans. I wasn't disappointed. He wasn't as long as his brother, but was nice and thick, smooth and hard. I took him in my mouth and he groaned as I licked his shaft down to the balls. His hands were in the back of my hair, pulling me onto him, I love this, it's so slutty and wanton. I looked up at him a smiled, pulling my top down and my boobs out of my bra, placing his hands on them. He cupped them as I sucked his lovely cock, and stroked his balls. It wasn't long before he tensed, and moaned "Tina, oh, fuck, Tina" and unloaded between my lips. My God, there was loads of it. I got the first few spurts, but then pulled back as he coated my chin and hair, splashing onto my exposed breasts. Seven or eight good long spurts later, and I was drenched in cum. "Tina, I'm sorry, I- it just felt-" he started, but I told him to be quiet. He must have liked seeing me looking like such a slut, because he was hard again in minutes. I took him upstairs and stripped him. I wasn't sure if he would feel uncomfortable with my little bump, so put on a satin nighty that barely held in my tits, but was enough to cover me somewhat. "If you are a good boy and give me what I want, I'll do anything for you, Andy." He smiled at me as I straddled him and slid down onto his erect pole. Jesus, I hadn't realised how much I'd missed sex til then. A rabbit is okay, great even, but as his hands pulled my hips down onto him, and he sucked my milk swollen breasts, I desperately wanted to be fucked, properly fucked, like a toy, a slut. I reached down and stroked my clit as I took him into me, rocking on his gorgeous cock, coming over and over again, head back in ecstasy, legs shaking and crying out his name... I looked down. Fucking hell, his thighs and stomach were slicked with my juices, droplets glistening in the fine hairs around his cock, and my pussy was dripping, literally dripping. He was still hard, and breathless. "Well, what would you like me to do? As you've been such a good boy Andy, I'm going to let you do whatever you want to me..." "I want – well...can I, er," I knew what he wanted, so I kissed him to shut him up and reached into the nightstand drawer. I got on all fours, pulled my cheeks apart, and winked at him over my shoulder. "Use the whole tube, and go slowly, but fuck my arse all the way in, as deep as you can..." I love anal, but Paul is a little too big for it to be comfortable, so it was a rarity in our se life. Andy, on the other hand, was the perfect size, and when he pushed the head of his cock past my tight ring, I groaned in pleasure. As he sank slowly to the hilt I was in heaven. Once he was all the way in, with his balls against my sopping pussy, a pushed back at him til I was screaming, thrashing back and forth. It wasn't long before Andy tensed again, and splashed a second huge load of sperm into my ruined arsehole. We collapsed on the bed together, I hadn't felt this good in, well, months. I took his hand and said "You have to spend a lot more time round here Andy, I mean it." He smiled, and I knew he would... Pregnant and Fulfilled Sex with my wife was always a joyous experience. She was tight in the right places, fulfilling in all the best places, and always oh so willing and able. Good looking with a great head of long auburn hair, a shapely butt and lovely long legs, meant that she often received admiring glances. Her 32e chest were the two cherries on top of an already delightful five feet two cake. Our sex life was frequent and energetic, and she had more than enough stamina for me. Sometimes too much, and if I wasn't careful, I'd find her flirting with my friends or work collegues - not that this bothered me too much. I knew our relationship was strong, that she loved me, and often commented quite negatively about some of the men I worked with. And then, five years after we'd started dating and four years in to our marriage, Sally fell pregnant. For three months she did nothing but throw up, and spend all day either in bed or flaked out on the sofa. She lost weight, couldn't go out, and our sex life dried up completely. The second trimester she spent either eating like a pig or crying at the slightest thing, shutting herself away in her room, or leaving for days to be with her mother. The ultrasound showing us a pair of twins was a shock. By the time her third trimester started, she had began to bulge and fill out. At first, the loss of her hourglass figure frequently reduced her to tears. But after a while she seemed to become used to the idea, and gradually relaxed into a very large, heavy pregnancy. Needless to say our sex life had been non existent up to this point. I had still wanted it, but she'd been too sick or depressed to want it. Now her libido had returned in force, we found it difficult to be together because of the round bump that was getting bigger and bigger by the day. The missionary position was out of the question. Sitting on top just made her exhausted, as did doggy. And spooning was, well, I just couldn't seem to manage sufficient penetration. Sally became frustrated and took to buying a variety of toys and vibrators off the internet, non of which truely satisfied her. It was her mother who suggested we take some time off to make a trip to the sun. "Harry, it will be good for you both. A tonic. Sally, needs looking after you know." "Yes, mother." Sally couldn't fly, so I booked train tickets, a good hotel on a beach near Naples, and off we set. It was the middle of summer, and although our the cabin in our train was air conditioned, the journey was rough for Sally. Once we'd arrived at the hotel, she rested for two days before she felt like venturing out. We spent a lot of time by the pool, relaxing, reading, and generally being quiet. Sally's white bikini barely covered her breasts, which had grown so magnificently. She wore a range of wraps and silky sarongs that emphasised her curves and bumps, and provided me with hardons galore. I was having to provide self relief for myself numerous times a day at this point. Sally, I noted, was abstaining completely. By the end of the forth day, I'd convinced her that we should go out for a meal. I left her by the pool and wandered in to town looking for a suitable restaurant that would be near enough for her to walk, and had a range of foods that she might like. The town was littered with bars, clubs, cafes, tavernas and restaurant, and I was a good four hours before I got back to the hotel. Sally was out laying in the sun, chatting with Edmondo, one of the tall local Italian lads who worked at the hotel doing everything from room service and carrying bags, to bar and restaurant work, and now poolside attendant. He was sat close to Sally and making her laugh. I headed up to our room to loose my clothes and gain my trunks. Peering over the edge of the balcony I could see Sally and Edmondo by the pool. He had moved her sun lounger away from a line of shade that was advancing, and was helping her to lie back down. The babies were so heavy now that she had difficulty just sitting let alone lying down, and once she was flat found it almost impossible to get up again without help. Edmondo was evidently a gentleman. I saw him pick up the bottle of suntan lotion and began rubbing it in to Sally's back, as she perched on the edge of the sun lounger. He seemed to spend considerably longer than he probably should have, before reaching round her neck and legs and helping her to lie back. Sitting on the edge of the lounger, he picked up a leg and, resting her heel in his crotch, began to work suntan lotion into her leg. It was at this point that I grabbed my towel and headed swiftly for the lift. It was some time in coming, and I could feel my self getting more pissed-off by the minute. The fucking hotel manager would hear about this, and I'd make sure Mr Edmondo didn't bloody work in this bloody hotel again. But by the time I reached Sally's sun lounger, the two of them were having a good laugh at something. I was momentarily confused, as I'd assumed that the assault on my wife's body would have caused her some discomfort. As soon as he saw me, he jumped up, said something to her, and trotted off. "What was he after?" I snarled. "Edmondo's been really helpful. I'm like a beached whale here, going dry in the sun. Did you find somewhere to eat, Harry? I'm starving. Is it far to walk?" Of course it took her about two hours to get ready. The walk to the restaurant took us another half hour, and she complained that her legs were too swollen to walk this far. "I look like a total freak," she said. "This bloody dress doesn't fit me right. I should never have brought it, Harry. Nothing fits me right." She chuntered on about shoes and clothes all evening, complaining that the hotel had a better restaurant without such a walk. On the way home she complained about back ache and cramp in her calves. We stopped a few times, and I tried rubbing her back and massaging her legs. She was perched on a wall, with me trying to squeeze one of her sandals back on to a foot that really was surprisingly swollen, when Edmondo appeared out of nowhere. He said something to us in Italian, but I couldn't understand. Sally replied, and I looked up startled. I wanted to ask her when the hell she had learnt the lingo, but couldn't get in a word edgeways. And before I could say anything, Eduardo had picked her up and was carrying her up the road towards the hotel. I stared after them for a minute, not quite believing what had just happened, before I chased after them. "What's going on?" I asked. "Edmondo said he'd carry me back to the hotel." "So I see." My amorous advances in bed that night were rejected on the ground of "not feeling sexy any more" and having backache. I didn't feel inclined to argue, and let my bottle of red wine I'd had with my meal drift me off to sleep. Sally was still sound asleep when I woke, and I decided to go for a run along the sea front. The shops were closed still, and the cafes were just opening for breakfast. I stopped for a coffee and to read the English paper before I headed back to the room. Of course I wasn't expecting Edmondo to be there. Turns out he was a chamber maid too, and was making the bed. Sally was sat on the edge of the chair in her nightie, with more or less everything on show. Eduardo finished smoothing over the sheets and left quietly. Before I could say anything, Sally piped up. "Harry, I want to go shopping." "But I thought you had swollen feet and backache. Won't trudging round the shops make that worse?" I was confused to say the least. "Order us a taxi for ten o'clock will you? I know exactly where I want to go. There's a designer dress shop in town who specialize in making mums-to-be look glamourous. And that was it, I thought. Our day all mapped out. A day full of the one thing I hate most. I didn't even begin to contemplate how she knew there was such a shop in town. But, if that's what Sally wanted to make her feel better about herself. The shop, or rather boutique, was one of those where you sit down, get given a glass of champagne, and they bring the clothes to you. Sally ignored me when I commented something about alcohol and pregnancy. And so I sat there for two hours whilst they brought out materials, dresses, manakin dummies and a whole host of other stuff that didn't make sense to me. Then she was taken away to be measured. And then brought back. "We can go now," she mused. "What, after all that and you haven't bought anything?" She laughed and led me out of the shop and into a cafe, where we spend the next half hour more or less silently in out own thoughts. I ordered a taxi and we headed back to the hotel, with me in fumes. I was so pissed off with her, that I didn't even bother to see her up to our room. I told the taxi driver to take me to the nearby golf course, where I spent the next two hours relieving my anger on the driving range. When I got back to our hotel room Sally wasn't there. I peered over the balcony and saw her floating on her back in the pool, with Edmondo stood beside her supporting her in the water. I could imagine his hands underneath the water and what bits of my wife they might be in contact with. I started at them for several minutes, apoplectic with rage, but quite uncertain what to do. By the time I'd calmed down, drank a bottle of beer from the mini bar, put on my swimming trunks and got down to the pool, Edmondo had disappeared and Sally was alone on the sun lounger. "Been having a good time?" There was nothing that I wanted to do to hide the sarcasm. "Yes, actually." Equally acidic. "Edmondo has been helping me in the pool." She wasn't even going to deny it. "He said that my back might be better if I could take some weight off it. I might try it again later on." I was kind of floored by that. I'd been a bit of shit, putting my own feelings before hers. Sure, if she wanted to spend hours in a shop and not actually buy anything, then why shouldn't she? She was having a hard time of it. We both were. And that's why we'd come all the way out here. And just now, when I should have been thinking of her, some other bloke comes in, thinks of a great idea to help her, and helps himself in the process. I muttered a lame apology, and paid another visit to the bar, ordering a bottle of beer and an iced mineral water for her. "Help me up will you." She was well and truly beached, and I had to put my arms around her neck to help her sit up so she could sip her drink. We didn't speak much, and I must have dozed off. The sun had moved behind the hotel and it had become cooler. Sally was sitting on the pool edge, dangling her legs over the side and into the water as she chatted to Edmondo, who was cleaning leaves out of the pool. Back in our room we were getting ready to go out for an evening meal. "Edmondo says the hotel restaurant on the sea front serves some great rice dishes," she told me. "He says he will reserve us a table." I shrugged, indicating that I didn't object. Maybe there was some advantage to Sally being able to speak the lingo. There was a knock on the door, which Sally answered, and came through into the bedroom carrying a large box, which she laid on the bed. "What's that?" I peered in to the box as she removed layers of pink tissue paper. Sally pulled out a small black strappy dress, that she help to the light. Smiling weakly at me she said, "This is what I bought this afternoon. Edmondo told me to go there.They had to make quite a few alterations as my shape is well...bigger than most pregnant women they get coming in for evening dresses. It cost quite a lot, but after all, this is why we came here, isn't it. You can call them with our credit card details in the morning. That is, if it fits." She giggled and dropped her bath robe, revealing nothing but a tiny black g-string. I'd not seen her wear that before, and it looked incredible. She slipped the dress over her head, and positioned her breasts, so that the underwires were in place, and the material clung to the small amount of skin it covered. I tried to tell her that she looked great. Hot, in fact. But I'm not sure she heard me, or was too busy examining the fit in the mirror. She tied the stings around her neck, which pushed up her boobs and stretched the slightly elastic material even tighter. I could clearly see the side of her breast, and the nipple that was reaching out. The deep 'V' plunged toward her naval, and opened out at her round belly. The back came even lower The hem came to just below her knees and was split to her waist at either side, providing a glimpse of the ties of her g-string. "I should put on stockings really, but I don't think I could get down that far. Anyway, it's too bloody hot." She made me slip her sandals on to her feet. "No so tight. Can't you tell my feet are swollen up?" "Sorry, honey." The restaurant was just beyond the hotel pool and down some steps, right on the sea front. We'd not discovered this area yet, with its bars and clubs stretching either way along the beach. Our table was just inside the shade of a canopy, and with a fantastic view of the sun setting over the horizon. "Ooooh, this is lovely." Sally appeared to be loosening up a little. She ordered a white wine spritzer, and I had to bit my tongue. "Don't worry. I'm not going to get pissed." We chatted about mundane matters, the house, work, the garden, and what was left to do to the nursery. Sally's appetite was huge, and she was putting away more food than me. Desert had arrived when there was a shout over my shoulder. "Harry! Bloody hell, it's Harry." I turned to find a group of guys in shorts and polo shirts gathered around. "Hey, Paul. How are you? What brings you here?" I said, shaking hands with the guys I knew from various companies I do business with from time to time. "We're all at the Telemec exhibition in town. I'm surprised we haven't see you." "Oh no, I couldn't afford the entry." "Well shit, we can get you in for free. Our party has a spare ticket we never used." "Thanks, but I'm here with my wife. We're on holiday." Paul and the guys were already staring at Sally, probably trying not to imagine her tits falling out, or to comment how fuckable she looked. I introduced them to her, and she graciously gave each one a kiss. The guys had already eaten, but took a table near us, and ordered a round of drinks. Sally and I finished desert and coffee, when Paul asked if I was coming out for a smoke. "Go on, go on." Sally waved me away. "I don't want to hear you talk about work." I chatted with the lads for a while, smoking a cigar and drinking Jack Daniels. They were trying to convince me to join them in the exhibition, as there were several deals going on which they needed my advice. I said I'd think about it, and took ordered for another round of drinks. Sally had taken a seat at the bar, and was chatting to the barman. I bought her a mineral water, and asked if she was ok, and did she want to head back to the room. "I'm just fine." She seemed a little slurred. I sniffed her drink when she wasn't looking, but it didn't smell like it had alcohol in it. Returning to the guys, I positioned myself so that I could keep an eye on her. The conversation returned to the exhibition and the conference and seminars. They were offereing to pay me a fee for my time, and quite a nice fat one at that. It would just about cover our two weeks in the sun. Sally was still at the bar, but this time she had been joined by Edmondo, who was sat on a stool next to her, and had his arm on her back. I tried to make my excuses to the lads, but they kept me talking, asking questions and what my opinion was about some of the things they'd seen at the exhibition. Another round of drinks was bought, and by the time I'd finished mine I noticed that Sally had left. For a moment I presumed she'd gone back up to her room. But then, looking around the restaurant, I could see that Edmondo wasn't there either. I was firm with the guys, and made a hurried exit, sprinting up the stairs, past the pool to the hotel elevator. It took ages to arrive, and stopped at nearly every floor before ours. I burst out of the lift and ran along the corridor, fumbling with the key card, and shoved open the door. The room was dark and quiet. I flicked on all the lights. The room was empty. I walked out on to the balcony, and it was only then that I realised Sally hadn't taken her keycard anyway. I burst out laughing, and helped myself to another beer from the minibar. I sipped it thoughtfully on the balcony, wondering where she had gone. Should I stay here and wait for her, or go looking. I couldn't just sit there like a lemon, so I headed back to the restaurant. I asked the barman and the waiter if they had seen Sally, but neither of them were able to say where she might have gone. I jogged along the edge of the sea front, peering in to the bars and clubs where I could. I reached the end before I turned round and ran the whole mile of bright lights, music, shops, and eating places. I reached the other end, spent, exhausted, and not a little concerned. Breathless, hot and sweating, I made my way back along the sea front, anxiously staring through windows and doorways. I'd almost arrived back at the restaurant, when it occurred to me to look on the beech. It was almost dark, with the last glow of sunlight fading over the horizon. A thin line of palm trees ran parallel to the waters edge, and I passed through these, and strolled along the beech, scanning the waters edge, the stacked sun loungers, and beech huts. Two figures were strolling along the waters edge. One was tall and broad. The other was small and pregnant. She had her arm in his, and they started to make their way back up the beech towards the bars and clubs. I ducked back in to the cover of the palm trees, watching. She was having difficulty walking over the sand, picking up her feet, and occasionally rubbing her huge belly. They stopped and he said something to her. He picked her up and carried her over the sand. Just before they reached the palm trees, she let out a startled cry. He released her, and she started giggling, rubbing her belly. He reached out to her belly and placed a hand on it. He laughed with her. Quick as a flash he dropped to his knees and lifted the hem of her dress up above her waist, and placed an ear to her belly. I could see him stroking the side of her hips with his hand, gently caressing the area where her G-string ran. His hands moved over her belly, his face staring up at hers. Then he lowered his face again and began to kiss her belly and sides. She allowed this to continue for a few seconds before she said something to him in Italian. Whatever it was had no effect, and his kissing become more urgent, his hands reaching behind her, grasping her bare cheeks. She placed her hands on his head. "Edmondo!" He stood up, towering over her, his arms around her back, pulling her to him. He was talking gently to her in Italian, then stroking her hair softly. He took her head in both his hands and placed a kiss on her lips. He lingered for several moments before she pulled away, and admonished him in Italian. It didn't seem to deter him in the slightest, and with one hand taking the back of her head, and the other siding down around her waist, he dove in to my wife's mouth once more. I could hear her protests and see her pushing him away, trying to break free, but he had her firmly and there was nothing she could do. His hand that had been around her waist, drifted around her front and up to her breast. His thumb and forefinger worked at her nipple, whilst the tips of his fingers expertly massaged her. Sally's groans of protest turned to moans of pleasure. My heart sank, as I knew her wonderful breasts were a hot spot of all her erogenous zones. Her left hand dropped to his right as it continued its work on her breast. At first she tried to pull it away, but I could see that she was only making a half-hearted attempt. Pregnant and Fulfilled His mouth worked across her face to her ear, nibbling, his tongue caressing inside, more words of Italian. His kisses moved over her neck to her collar bone and shoulders. Her moaning became interspaced with her breathing, deep and irregular. Suddenly, both his hands dropped below her waist, pulling up the hem of her dress. He grabbed her firmly by her bottom and lifted her into the air like a plump rag doll. Sally gasped as he walked across the sand and deposited her on top of a stack of sun loungers. The stack was just below his waist height, and he ran his hands up her thighs, under her dress. "Edmondo. No. Per favore. Fermata." He leaned in to her, whispering more Italian. His arms wrapped around her, pinning them to her sides. He kissed her. She kissed back. He pushed her back and she began to lie down on top of the sun lounger. Oh shit, I thought to myself. Sally's about to be raped. I wanted to dash out from the trees, smash my fist in to Edmondo's back, kick his head into the sand. But I knew it would look utterly ridiculous, and they would know I had been watching them for some time without taking action. I knew I had to wait for Sally's scream of help. She would call out any minute. With her lying flat on her back, and him stood over her, she was in a position of utter submission. She could hardly roll over once she was flat, and had no chance of being able to sit up. He was stood between her legs, her bare knees either side of his hips. His mouth went down on hers and they locked for several succulent minutes. His hand moved over her belly, softly sweeping down to her tiny black panties. His fingers played over her sex and I heard a little cry escape from her. His mouth dove for her neck and bit. "Ohhhh. Edmondo. No" His fingers pulled at the strings of her panties, and they came loose as he spoke soft Italian to her. Her exposed pussy was now at his mercy, and Sally wriggled on top of the stack of sun loungers. Little whimpers came from her as she fought to avoid being caught on his finger tip. He looked to be enjoying teasing her, as he stroked her hair, kissed her about her face and neck, and let his fingertips slide around the skin of her upper thighs, crotch, and cunnylips. Suddenly, she came to a stop, his fingers poised, his eyes staring into her. "Oh," she said, almost surprised. I never quite saw what he did to her next, but it simultaneously made her head snap backwards, her hips thrust up, and a sharp cry that pierced the night. She convulsed under him for about a minute as he played her clitty to perfection. Her cry pierced the quiet of the night, and I glanced to my right, peering through the trees towards the bars and restaurants to see if anyone had heard. If they had, then nobody was coming to investigate. Possibly, a couple making love on the beech, was not entirely irregular. Either way, it was up to me to rescue Sally, as nobody else would be coming to her aid. Edmono's hand was still between her legs, as he spoke softly to her, stroking her head, as she came down from climax. I thought that the rationality and clarity that comes to you post-orgasm would now take over, and Sally would start to be cross with him, telling him to stop what he was doing, help her up, and take her back to her husband. But from the way her hips continued to rock back and forth, I could tell she was still sexually stimulated. Then he dropped to his knees, taking one of her legs over each of his shoulders. Slowly he kissed her along the inside of her thigh, working his way ever up. "Oh God, no, Edmondo. No. Please don't." As he reached her pussy, his head bent up and he looked into her eyes. She looked down at him over her bulging breasts and belly, the palm of her hand pushing against his forehead. "No, please." I couldn't see exactly what he did next to her, but she groaned loudly, and her head went back. Her back arched, she took his head in both her hands and appeared to pull his face into her crotch. He worked on her with his lips and his tongue, using his fingers on her. She bucked away on top of the stack of sunloungers, whimpering, pulling at his hair, and occasionally squeezing at her breasts through her dress. I kept hoping that she would suddenly come to her senses, and cry out help or something. But after a few minutes of taking her to the edge of climax, Edmondo stood up and leant forward over her. I could see what she couldn't; his long, curved, erection. His jeans had dropped to the sand as he stood. Kissing her slowly around the face, they spoke to each other in Italian. Her voice was urgent, his was deep and relaxing. Finally, he pulled her breasts clear of her dress. He took one in his mouth, and Sally let out a high pitched squeal. He took one, and then the other, working ever quickly between one globe and the other. Sally's breathing was becoming faster and she was about to cum. And then he was stood erect between her legs. He lifted up each ankle and placed it high over his shoulder. His long pole of meat rested over her cunny and up her belly, stopping just before her belly button. Only a thin skin separated it from my unborn children. She gasped open mouthed at the sight of his shaft. About as thick as my six inches, his must have been nine or even ten, with a smooth upward curve and a fat bulbous head. "Oh my God, Edmondo." There were no protests from her as he pushed slowly and gently with his hips. I heard her gasp, then let out a long steady moan. He said something to her in Italian. "Ohgodyes. So deep. So deep. Unghhhhhh..." was all she could say. He began a slow, steady pounding of her pelvis, his buttocks tightening with each thrust. He held her hips tightly, and pulled them forward each time. And each time she let out a loud groan: "Ohhggh. Ohhggh. Ohhggh." It was then I noticed that he was only entering her about half his shaft. By the way her petite body was bouncing, and her large breasts wobbling, I could tell that he was already bottoming out in her. In my confused state of mind, I became concerned for her. No longer did I think about rushing out and stopping them, I was now consumed with fear that he might damage her. His pace began to pick up, his rhythm increasing. He was uttering something over and over in Italian, making sounds that I could only just hear over the noise of slapping flesh. Sally's arms were flailing wildly about, looking for something to hold on to. Occasionally she would grab the edge of the sunlounger, then she would squeeze her breasts, or reach down to finger the top of her pussy. There was no resistance from her. She was taking it and enjoying it. His length was completely inside her now. He would pull out its entirity, before slamming it back inside her. Four times a second I counted. Then five, and then six. "Ohhggh..fuck...fuck me...fuck me!" she cried. "Yes...yes...yes..." And then he came. With one huge jerk that moved the entire stack of sunloungers a foot up the beach, he thrust and held. She cried out in agony, and her pelvic and abdominal muscles spasmed. Her ankles locked round his neck. His head turned and he kissed her leg. Collapsing forward, completely spent, he kissed her tenderly. "Oh God, don't stop, Edmondo. Don't stop." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My cheating wife had just had the life fucked out of her by the biggest cock she had ever taken, and was now asking for more. She had allowed her barriers to be broken down slowly over the past few days, and had now, with only a token resistance, let herself be completely taken. He had achieved a position for her that I hadn't considered. His angle had been perfect for her, her had filled her, and now, for the first time since her pregnancy, she was fullfilled. I sat back on the sand, stunned, not knowing what to do. I watched him pull up his jeans. He lifted her off the sunlounger and placed her back on her feet. She could hardly stand and had to hold on to him. She reached up to his neck, pulling him down, forcing her tongue into his mouth, whilst her hand grabbed at his crotch in desperation. She hadn't cum! That must be it, I thought. Like me, the big Italian stallion had cum first. She was as still horny as fuck. He had turned her on, spent his load, and now he had a handfull of sex-charged married and pregnant woman to deal with. He broke away from her, and began leading her up the beach towards the bars. "My panties!" She pointed to the sand where he had thrown them. Edomondo collected them, sniffed them, and with a huge grin threw them into the palm trees, saying something to her in Italian. "What do you mean I'm not going to be needing them anymore?" she asked. I let them get a twenty yard headstart, before I crept over to where her panties had fallen. I picked them up and smelt them deeply. Her fragrance lingered on them, and I suddenly realised I was sporting a massive erection. I looked up the beach after them. Her arm was round his waist, and I saw her hand drop and slip inside the back pocket of his jeans. For a few moments I was totally stunned. And then I rallied myself and crept quietly forward, out of the palm trees and up the beach. I lost sight of them as they disappeared down a small alleyway between two bars. When I finally caught up with them, they were stood talking to a few Italian guys, evidently friends and colleagues of Edmondo. They had surrounded Sally and it was clear that the topic of conversation was Sally, her figure, her dress, and what had just happened on the beach. Edmondo looked round, and I ducked behind a pillar. For a few moments I thought he might have seen me. I wasn't exactly sure why I should be hiding from them, and after a few seconds to get my brain in gear, I decided that I needed to go and challenge them both. I could be genuinely concerned about where Sally had been: where have you been; I've been worried sick; come on its time to go home. So when I emerged from lurking behind the pillar and they had gone, my heart instantly tried to escape from my mouth. I ran down one of the small allys about fifty yards, but there was no sign of them. I retraced my steps, sprinting back to where I had been watching them, and carrying on down a wider alleyway. I spotted them heading towards a gated apartment complex that I knew to be where the hotel workers lived. Edmondo opened the gate, led Sally by the hand, and they were through. By the time I had reached the gate, it was locked and they had disappeared. Rattling the gate and trying to force it only produced the local security guard, who admonished me, and threatened to call the police, or so I thought. In broken Italian, I tried to explain why I needed to get into the complex, but he just pushed me away, and partially drew his baton. I backed off, but hung around the complex for a couple of hours. I walked right round the block, but there were no other entries. Eventually I returned to our apartment, and opened a bottle of Jack Daniels. I woke the next morning with the sun streaming through the windows, and Sally asleep next to me. She wouldn't speak to me for the remainder of the next day, and for some reason I couldn't bring myself to tell her what I'd seen. The next day we travelled home on the train. For our evening meal she wore the black strappy dress again, and drank more than she probably should have. Back in our cabin, she was subdued, and I could tell something was up. Sitting on the edge of our bed, she flopped backwards, and lifted her knees in the air. "Come here, Harry," she told me. "Now, lift my legs over your shoulders!" Pregnant & He Likes It! My 28-year-old wife of 5 years walked into the room and my brother's eyes went right to her full 3-month pregnant belly. Tom was setting with his new wife Crystal and although I knew he was madly in love with her I also knew he had the hots for my Sherry. Sherry and I had dated in high school and even back then when ever she was around it was like he went stupid. He would wait on my 5 foot 3 inch wife hand and foot and if she would wear any thing to show off her 36 B breasts or her short but perfect legs he just lost it. "What are you doing for your skin Sherry?" Crystal asked. She had just finished school as a dermatologist. "Well I have just been putting hand cream on. I haven't started to stretch much yet. Why? Do you know any thing to help?" Sherry asked as she lifted her shirt up over her swollen belly. She ran her hand over it as she looked first at Tom and then me and smiled. She had always loved teasing him. "Sam has always loved my skin." She had the top two buttons of her 501's open exposing her tummy down to the top of her pubic mound. In fact if she wasn't shaved we would have been looking at the top of her bush and Tom's eyes went right to that spot. "That's what I thought so I brought you this cream with some very good stuff in it. You need to put it on twice a day and there is nothing in it that will hurt the baby and you should get almost no marks." Sherry took the bottle and put some in her hands. She smelled it. "Umm, that's nice." She pulled the bottom of her shirt up higher sticking the tail of the shirt into her mouth. She held it in her teeth exposing the bottom of her full round breasts through her thin silky white bra as she began rubbing the cream into her belly. I thought Tom's eyes would pop out of his head as he looked at Sherry. He moved on the couch trying to hide the fact he was getting hard. "Umm, say Sherry," he looked at me. "How long before you can feel it moving?" he asked. Sherry with her shirt still in her mouth moved over to him. She looked past him at me, and then back to him. "Maybe next month. Why do you want to feel it?" she handed him the bottle of cream. "Here you can put this on for me now if you want to." I thought he was going to cum in his pants as he put the cool white liquid on Sherries belly as she talked to Crystal about skin care. I watched has he ran his hands over her belly working his way lower and lower until he brushed the top of her open pants. Sherry leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thanks Tom that was nice!" she took the cream from him and smiled as her eyes went to mine. The kids had come over at least once a week forever but now that Sherry was expecting they started coming over more and more often with Tom becoming more and more attentive to Sherry. Then at the end of her fourth month we were lying in bed talking Sherry said to me. "Do you want to feel the baby?" "Sure!" "Lay on your side and let me snuggle up to you." She did and it wasn't but just a few seconds and I felt it in my back. "Would you mind it I let Tom Feel it? "Feel what? Hell, he all ready rubs all over your tummy every chance he gets." That's not what I mean. I a. Well, oh never mind." "No don't do that. What is it? Is he bugging you?" "NO! No, just the opposite. Haven't you noticed that I screw you silly after they leave?" I put my hand back behind me and onto her hip pulling her closer as the baby fluttered in her belly and across my back. "Yes I have. So what are you saying?" Sherry rose up putting her mouth next to my ear softly biting it as she spoke to me. "I'm sorry but it turns me on no end when I let him cream my belly! I want to play with him. I mean I want to tease him, oh hell I don't know what I mean." I rolled onto my back looking at her in the soft light from the bedside lamp lamp. "Are you saying you want to fuck my brother?" I asked as I cupped her breasts. Sherry moved over onto my hips putting her hot naked pussy slit. I could feel her wetness over my hardening dick as she set down on it letting it slip into her crease. "No. But I have talked to Crystal and she knows how turned on he gets when he is around me." She rose up taking my cock and placing it into the opening of her sex as she spoke. "You know I am getting pretty big and that I am going to start wearing summer dresses all the time so I don't have to buy a bunch of close" Sherry moved up letting my cock move so the tip was at her open entrance. She let out a soft moan as she moved her hips swiveling them up and back so I slipped into her. She held it there with the tip just inside her looking at me as she tried to think. "FUCK!" She said as she slid down onto my cock taking it as deep as it would go. "Umm, yes that's nice!" She said as she began a slow rocking motion. "It's just that if I let him put the cream on my belly like I have been I am going to be pulling up my dress not my shirt and well you helped me pick out the panties I have to wear." She lifted up moving all the way to the tip of my dick then slowly let it slide back deep into her as she spoke. "You know what he will be seeing." She began to grind her clit into my pubic bone as she moved on me. "Well, I guess it's ok. I mean, OH god baby!" she had lifted up and began working her ass in a tight circle. "I'm ok with it if Crystal is and, and HO SHIT BABY! And the two of you know what you're getting into!" I held her ass in my hands as she began to tremble on me. "OH God Sam! I'm Cumming! Ohhhaaaaaaaaaaaaohhhhhh! Yes! Ohhhhhh!" I began to thrust up into her as she came on me. "OH GOD HE, HE WILL SEE MY PUSSY Ohhhhhhhhhh!" She fell forward on me mashing her tits into my chest. Her hard nipples felt like two hot dots of fire as she pushed them in to me. I felt my ball's tighten as I pushed up into her. "Oh baby here it is! Oh, oh yes! Gumphhhh oooooph ohoooooo!" I shot deep into her as she ground out the last of her climax on me. "Hole shit! That was good!" I said as ran my hands over her satiny skin caressing her back then down to her soft round ass cheeks as she held onto me. "Does it turn you on that much?" I said as I felt our mixed juices start to seep out of her soft opening and run down around my cock and balls. Snuggling into my neck, kissing me softly she whispered. "Yes." My cock grew soft and slipped out of her and she rolled onto her side. "Please don't be mad!" "I'm not. I just want you to tell me where you are with this." I kissed her nipples then pulled her close to me. "I mean do you want to fuck him?" Sherry moved up onto her elbow mashing her breasts into my chest. "I don't know. I like him touching Me." she kissed me softly. "And I like to give him a show. God Sam it turns me on when I show off like that! I have never told you this but some times when I go shopping I let men get a look up my dress. Some times at the food-court in the mall if I see a good looking guy I will cross my legs and give him a look up my dress." She traced circled in the hair on my belly with her finger. "You know I like shear to the waist pantyhose and no panties and god I love to go to the shoe store and let the sales men look up at my bare pussy." She kissed me softly. "Some times I like to she it to the sales girls when I'm trying on cloths to!" She had slipped her hand between her legs as she spoke to me and I cold tell by the way she was moving she was fingering her self as she talked to me about it. I moved setting up so that I could watch her as she rolled onto her back letting her legs open wide. Her full breasts rolled to the side as her pregnant belly pushed up into the air. I watched as she ran her thumb over her clit and let two fingers slip deep into her fresh fucked open wet hole. Her hairless vagina lips were puffy and red as she played with her self, feeling, touching and pulling on her clit. Her eyes never left my face as she came again. "OH GOD SAM! WATCH ME! Hoooooooooo!" She lifter her hips off the bed, pushing her swollen belly into the air as she began humping her hand. She pushed up three times before collapsing back onto the bed. She rolled onto her side away from me. "I'm sorry. Please don't think I'm a slut." Suddenly she sat up looking at me with tears in her eyes. "Sam I have never cheated on you! I promise! It was just a little flashing!" She collapsed onto her side making her pregnant breasts move across her chest and began crying. I got up and went to the bathroom and came back with a worm-wet cloth. "Here let me clean you up my love." She rolled onto her back and I pushed her legs open. I began speaking softly to her as she cried softly onto the pillow. "I find it exciting that you like to show off a little my love." She pulled the pillow away looking at me as I wiped our mixed juices from her leaking woman hood. "I think it will be fun. You are a beautiful woman! I see how men look at you when we walk through the store and it turns me on knowing they all want you but you come home with me." I dropped the cloth onto the floor and turned off the light. I pulled her to me kissing her softly. "Now tell me all about what you have done and would like to do." We talked well into the early hours of the morning as she told me all about her flashing fun. We made love again as the sun came up and then I called into my office telling my secretary I would not be in for a day or two. Sherry and I had just finished breakfast and she was standing in the open sliding glass door that looked out over the back yard and pool. She was wearing nothing but some panties that were white lace in the front with a thong back as she talked on the phone to Crystal. They were making plans for them to come over that evening. When she hung up she walked out to me as I sat in the morning sun looking at her. I could see by the color in her cheek she was excited about being out side topless and I suddenly hopped I could keep up with her. "What are you smiling about?" she asked. I began to laugh. "I hope you don't fuck me to death my sweet baby!" She looked around at the houses around us knowing any one looking out could see her as she sat down and put her feet up. Her panties were pushed down under her belly and her full round breasts moved on her chest like jelly as she settled and picked up her orange juice. "They will be here for dinner." She smiled at me. "And that's what they make things that vibrate for my love." She just smiled looking at me over the top of her glass as she took a sip of her drink. That after noon I finished mowing the yard and was setting on the front porch steps with a cold beer when Crystal pulled into the driveway. Smiling she waved at me as she pushed the car door open with her foot. Her long leg came into my view as she let her foot drop to the ground. Her dress was bunched up almost to her hip fully exposing her long silky skinned leg to me and as she leaned over into the other seat to get her purse I got a good long look at her pantyhose covered bottom. She turned slipped out of the car letting the light dress fall into place. She walked up to me. "Hello Sam." Her dress fluttered and lifted just enough to tease me as she turned and sat down. She let her dress pull up to mid thigh as she leaned into kiss me on the cheek. "Hay. How are you?" I said as she picked up my beer taking a drink. She handed the bottle back to me. "I'm ok.' "Where is Sherry?" "In getting the meat ready for the BBQ." Crystal turned leaning back on the handrail pointing her knees more at me as she lowered one leg. She watched me looking at her as I took a drink of my beer. She smiled at me as I let my eyes run over her legs. "I think we should be able to have as much fun as them. I mean how do you feel about all of this?" She asked. "Well I sure as hell like what I'm seeing now!" "Do you want me to show off for you to Sam?" I didn't know what she would do as I reached over to the hem of her dress and pushed it up her thigh almost to her waist as I ran my hand up her thigh. "Very much so." My cock began to swell in my shorts as I looked at her exposed pantyhose covered pussy. It was the first time I had seen her closely trimmed little box and the dark hair caught my eye as I let my hand run over her leg. Crystal didn't move away from my touch at all! "I didn't know touching was going to be allowed." She said. "Tom has had his hand all over Sherry for the last month at least. I think if he can I can." She moved letting her legs open wide fully exposing her self to me as she stood up. Her dress falls down over her legs. "Maybe your right. We will have see about that. She let her legs open wide fully exposing her self to me as she stood up. "What do you want me to do right now?" she asked. "Take off your dress." Crystal laughed. "Oh sure! That's what I'll do. I'll just walk around in my hose for you!" she shook her head smiling at me. "This is making me very wet Sam!" she pulled on her dress like she was straitening it out as she giggled. "I guess we will have to be careful wont we?" "Yes I think we will." I said as turned and walked away from me. I watched her soft round ass move wondering what the fuck we had gotten into. Tom pulled up shortly after that. Neither of us said much as we sat on the stoop having a beer when Crystal came to the door. "Are you two going to set out here and drink or come cook dinner?" I turned to see her leaning on the doorjamb holding the hem of her dress in her hand so that it was pulled way up above mid thigh. Tom jumped up and kissed her. "Dam girl you look good!" Tom and I fallowed Crystal as she turned and walked in front of us. Tom said, "God I love her ass!" And she put a little extra swish in her walk as she smiled over her shoulder at us. "I should hope so!" Crystal laughed. I went through the kitchen picking up the meat and headed out to the BBQ. I had just lit the thing and put the meat on when Sherry walked out. "Hay guys!" she said making us all turn to say hi. I could have came right then! She was wearing a white muslin halter-top that was completely seen through! Her nipples had always been very pink but now that her breasts were filling out for the baby the had begun to darken just a little making them stand out under the thin cloth. She had taken an old pair of sweats and cut them off so short that the bottom curve of her soft round ass cheeks were showing under the rolled edge of the material. She had then pushed down under her swollen belly and I knew that her pussy would be easy to see when she sat down and the thin, narrow little strip of cloth that was left in her crotch pulled up tight. Tom's eye ran over her body as he spoke. "Hay Sherry. Dam girl! You look good!" "It's just to hot to worry about it!" she pushed an imaginary hair out of her face. "Besides, you have seen more when I wear my swimsuit." Tina walked out carrying a bole of salad, she was bare footed and had taken off her pantyhose so I knew Tom wasn't the only one going to have some fun to night! I had to turn to the BBQ so my hard dick wouldn't stand out as I tried to get it under control. Crystal sat the bole down and walked up to me putting her hand on my shoulder as she picked up my beer and took a drink. "It looks like you might need," Her eyes went to my bulging running shorts. "Umm, another beer. Let me get it for you." Tom had his back to us as he watched Sherry walking out into the evening sun and lay down on a lounge. But my eyes never left Crystal as she again put that little extra twist into her walk making her short dress swish around her thighs. When she reached the little fridge I keep out side she looked at me making sure I was looking as she bent over at the waist. Her little dress pulled up in the back fully exposing her closely trimmed pussy lips to me! She stayed that way as she looked over her shoulder at me. "Can I have one to?" "You can have any thing you want!" I said as I watched her stand back up and smile at me as she walked back to me. "Any thing?" she said as she handed me a bottle to twist the top off for her. I smiled at her as she took a sip. "I think so." "We will see." She looked at the BBQ. "Don't let it burn." She turned and walked out to my wife and sat down. I watched the three of them as I cooked wishing I was closer so I could hear all that they were talking about. I sat down taking a swig of my beer as Sherry took Tom's hand and placed it on her full round belly. Crystal looked at me and let her right leg drop as she pushed her foot out in front of her. She pulled her dress up on her thighs giving me a good look up it as Sherry gave Tom the bottle of cream. As he put the cream in his hand Crystal got up letting her legs open wide fully exposing her soft puffy pussy to me. I looked back to see Tom beginning to run his hands over Sherry's tummy as Crystal walked the 10' feet back to me. With out a word to me she sat in my lap with both of her legs on one side of mine. She put her arm around my neck as she looked out at my brother, her husband, feeling up my wife. There was no pretence about it as he let his hands run up under her top cupping her breasts then back down over her belly and onto her thighs. My cock was fully hard and pushing up into Crystals ass through my shorts as I watched him running his hands up Sherry's thighs and into her crotch. Crystal lifted just a little and pulled my running shorts to the side. She took my acing cock in her hand and holding it up sat back down on it taking it deep into her wet vagina! She put both arms around my neck as she ever so slowly rocked back and fourth. "I think she is going to let him fuck her." Crystal said as a little shiver ran down her back. "I don't think she will. She might let him feel her up good though." "So should I get up then? I mean we shouldn't if they don't" she lifted just a little and settled back down pushing me even deeper into her hot soaking pussy as she spoke. "I do need to take the meat off the grill." I ran my hand up her leg as I watched Tom push Sherry's shorts to the side. I knew he had his fingers in her by the way she lifted her hips as he pushed them into her. Crystal slowly stood up letting my hard wet cock slip out of her burning woman hood. "Will you come back to me?" she asked as I stepped away from her. "Yes." As I turned off the grill and closed the lid Tom leaned into Sherry and whispered something to her before kissing her softly on the lips. She looked at me and her eyes went to my hard dick sticking out of the leg hole of my shorts. She smiled and looked back at Tom nodding "ok" as she slowly rose up and got onto her knees. I watched them as I moved back to Crystal. I watched as he ran his hands up her legs and thighs. I watched them as I sat back down pulled Crystal back onto my lap as I held my cock up putting it into her pussy lips. I watched them as I pushed my dick back into her going balls deep as Tom pulled my wife's shorts down over her hips. Crystal spread her legs as she picked up my hands and placed it on the inside of her thigh. "Touch me Sam." I looked at her watching them too! I let my finger touch her rock hard clit as we watched Tom pull his dick out of his shorts. Crystal's nose flared as she sucked in a deep breath as I pulled on her clit. "God he is going to do it! He is going to fuck her like we aren't even here!" Sherry turned her head looking at me as Tom put the head of his cock up to her pregnant pussy. Her tight belly hung below her as her eyes went to Crystals open legs. Her full baby breasts heaved as he pushed into her open pussy and her eyes went to my cock pushing up into Crystal! Sherry smiled at me as he began to fuck slowly in and out of her. I thumbed Crystal's clit faster making her move on my cock. Sherry began making the noise in her throat that until then I had been the only one to ever hear. The sound she made when she was Cumming! Pregnant & He Likes It! I could feel the pre cum leaking from my dick as Crystal still move slowly on me, milking me with her pussy. She leaned her head into mine. "Will you cum in me?" "Do you want me to?" "Yes!" I pulled on her clit making her grind her self into me. "It's my time." She whispered to me as her rocking became harder. She lifted up and slipped down on me as I looked out at my wife up on her knees with my brother fucking her hard. "Cum deep in me Sam!" She lifted up just enough to turn on me so she was facing me with out letting my cock slip out of her. Now face to face with her tits mashed into my chest she began kissing me. Her breathing changed as she began fucking me hard. "Yes cum in me Sam." She hissed. I again looked over Sherry. I could hear her Cumming again as Tom fucked her! "Give it to me Sam! Fuck me! Oh god yes fuck me!" I lifted up pushing into Crystal feeling her cervix as I hit bottom. "Oh god I'm cumin Sam! OhhHhhh! Oh yes cum with me baby fill aaaaaaaa me with it! Give me a baby!" I lifted pushing as she bounced on me. My balls tightened. "Ok Here, here take ittttttttttttt uophaaaaaaaaaaa!" I held her by her hips as I shot my seed deep into her. She shook like a cannon was going off in her with each shot of my cum as it went deep into her. I could hear Sherry grunting as Tom finished in her. Crystal pulled her self-tight to my chest as we kissed. She leaned back looking into my eyes as my cock slipped out of her. "What did you mean it's your time?" I asked as she slipped off of me. She smiled at me. "Its my most fertile time. Sam Tom can't make babies. That is why he is so hot with wanting to touch Sherry." She kissed me. "We decided that you would make a very good uncle" Sherry was smiling as she slipped into my lap as Tom walked up to me with another beer. He smiled. "I just wanted to keep it all in the family brother." Pregnant and Horny Suzy This story happened just before my 30th birthday, a few months before my first daughter was born. I was happily married to the husband that I am still married to now, and who I went on to have two further children with. Whilst I was unfaithful to him, I didn't feel guilty. I still don't. It was one of the most erotic experiences of my life. I was six months pregnant and working still as a head of faculty in a large college on the outskirts of west London. I felt huge and tired, unsexy and like the pregnancy had swallowed up my femininity: my always large breasts now felt engorged and heavy, the round curve of my belly made me feel fat. Fat seemed to have gathered on the curved bone of my hips. I was sitting at my desk in my office, trying to work but I was uncomfortable. My breasts strained against the fabric of my formal work blouse, and the waistband of my smart skirt dug into my stomach. My feet ached in my high heels and I sighed as I eased them off. Just then there was a knock at the door. "Come in." I called. Gareth entered. Gareth was 22 and hadn't been at our college long. I was his line manager and I knew that he was quiet and fairly shy. He wasn't struggling exactly, but I knew that the job didn't come easily to him. He came into the room in a characteristically shy way- gaze cast down and his shoulders slightly slumped. "You alright Gareth?" I asked, shifting my bulk in my seat. "Yeah, thanks." He replied. His eyes flicked up to me and back down again. He sat in the chair opposite my desk. "I just wanted those scripts back from you?" His Welsh accent sounded foreign, quaint here in London and whenever he spoke I fought the urge to smile. I went to stand and as I extended to my full height to reach the folder Gareth needed, I stretched across the small office and was aware of his eyes on me. "God, you're really showing now." He said. I was surprised by his boldness, and smiled. "Feeling it now." I said, sitting back down. "Three months to go and I feel like a whale." I passed the folder across to him and he took it and flicked through the pages. "You look nice." He said, suddenly shy again. I laughed, not for a second thinking he meant anything by it. "That's very kind of you to say and I will remember it in your appraisal, but I look like a wrestler." I said absently, already scrolling back through my emails, anticipating that he would leave. It was his turn to smile now, and he said in the quietest voice imaginable, "You were beautiful before but you're twice as beautiful now. Don't forget it." And with that he got up and left. I couldn't stop thinking about what Gareth had said for the rest of the day. I was happily married, and had no desire for anyone else in my life but my husband, but as my pregnancy progressed I had become more and more sexually frustrated. My husband was worried about hurting me and despite my protestations as the months had gone on, he was less willing to be as open and adventurous as he had been in the bedroom. As my hormones surged I had resorted to self-gratification, getting home from work before my husband and using my powerful vibrator on my aching clit. I had never looked at Gareth sexually- he was just a young man who worked for me and who had barely entered my consciousness. But the more I thought about him, the more I appreciated his charms. He was tall, quite wiry but in a way that you could tell muscle tone was building. In five years time he would be muscly and well built. He had nice, wide shoulders and shining green eyes which were set off by his reddish hair which he tousled in a becoming fashion. He dressed nicely in casual checked shirts and chinos and the more I considered him, sat there at my desk, the more I longed to be able to lay back in indulge in the fantasy, my hands exploring my body as I did so. An hour or so passed and I had gotten back down to work, my fantasy about my young colleague on hold until I could get home and indulge. Just then an email pinged onto my desktop. From: Gareth McGee Date: Mar 19, 2011 at 2:29 PM Subject: Apologies To: Suzanne Catton suzannec@thecollege.ac.uk Hi Suzanne I just wanted to apologise for the way I behaved in your office this morning. I shouldn't have said you were beautiful. It was entirely unprofessional. It won't happen again, sorry. Best wishes Gareth I read the email and tried to make sense of it. Why had he felt the need to send it? Why was he embarrassed? But then why had I been fantasizing about him all morning? Had there been sexual tension in the room? I had thought it was the imaginings of a hormonal woman, but perhaps it wasn't. Perhaps he had felt it too. Before I could think about it or stop myself I had hit reply and written back. From: Suzanne Catton suzannec@thecollege.ac.uk Date: Mar 19, 2011 at 2:32 PM Subject: RE: Apologies To: Gareth McGee It was the nicest thing anyone has said to me in ages. Suze I sat staring at my reply, instantly regretting having sent it and drumming my fingers on the desk. Every minute that passed was torture and I imagined tribunals and sexual harassment cases and getting into a whole world of trouble. My inbox pinged. From: Gareth McGee Date: Mar 19, 2011 at 2:38 PM Subject: Apologies To: Suzanne Catton suzannec@thecollege.ac.uk I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't true. Gareth I was confused. Was he flirting? What was he saying? Why was he saying it? Nothing could happen- I was married, I was six months pregnant. So why was I feeling so hot under my stuffy work clothes? Why was I getting breathless and why were my nipples- the nipples on my uncomfortably large breasts- suddenly hard. I hit reply. From: Suzanne Catton suzannec@thecollege.ac.uk Date: Mar 19, 2011 at 2:41 PM Subject: RE: Apologies To: Gareth McGee You're making me blush. S Almost instantly he sent back: From: Gareth McGee Date: Mar 19, 2011 at 2:42 PM Subject: Apologies To: Suzanne Catton suzannec@thecollege.ac.uk I would happily make you blush whenever you wanted. G My breathing was heavy now, laboured and I was definitely aroused. But where could this go? Impulsively I wrote back. From: Suzanne Catton suzannec@thecollege.ac.uk Date: Mar 19, 2011 at 2:45 PM Subject: RE: Apologies To: Gareth McGee Come to my office after school. At 4.30. S I spent the rest of the afternoon feeling simultaneously excited and sick and aroused and guilty. I rang my husband and made small talk, wondering what the hell I was about to do, if I was being mad. No, I was definitely being mad. But at 4.30 what would happen? Would he even come? And then what? Furtive rubbing in my office? Snogging by the filing cabinet. A few times I decided to not be in the office when he came calling and then a few more times convinced myself that he would never turn up. But as 4.30 came ever closer I was still in the office and found myself putting Chanel on my wrists and reapplying lipstick and mascara. And then, the excitement at fever pitch and my heart in my throat, at 4.28 he appeared in the doorway, gauche but gorgeous. "Close the door." I said. He did as I asked, raising the catch as he did so that the door was locked from the inside, and sat opposite me. "I'm sorry about all that silly emailing," I began, "the truth is..." but he interrupted before I could finish. "Suzy, I think you're gorgeous." He said. I stopped speaking and blushed. "I know you're married and pregnant and it can't go anywhere. But I have thought you were lovely since the day I walked in here a year ago and...I do think you're gorgeous and if you need....something. Now. Some excitement. I want to.... Help." I was stumped as to what I should say next, but instead leant over the table and kissed him, firmly on the mouth. In seconds he was up and out of his chair, pushing me back into mine and snogging the face off of me. I groaned into his mouth. "I haven't had sex in months." I moaned as he continued to kiss me. "I can't stop thinking about you." He pushed his mouth harder onto mine. "You're so fucking sexy." He whispered, biting my lip. "Every week you grow bigger, curvier, I can't keep my eyes off you." Even in the midst of my lust I wondered if he had a fetish for pregnant women, and if that was sick. He pushed his hand into my blouse and felt my huge breasts. "Your tits, your arse, your belly..... they're so fucking sexy." He pulled at the buttons and my breasts were revealed in their lacy red bra. "I see you around the college and you turn me on so much." I was so wet and so horny, I wanted him there and then, inside me, on top of me. I broke away from the kiss. "We can't do this here. Do you live on your own?" He withdrew from my face, standing with his erection obvious in his chinos. He nodded. "Well not exactly but my flatmate- Jeremy- he won't be back til after eight and it's just around the corner." I nodded and began to button up my blouse. "You could meet me there? In half an hour?" He was almost pleading, his voice sounded desperate. I nodded again and handed him a pad of post-its to write the address on. An hour later and we were in his room, naked and his head was buried in my tight, bald snatch. Tumbling into the room twenty minutes before, we had snogged on the bed before he undressed me, delicately but with such focus and lust that that itself had been painfully erotic. My pussy ached to be touched and as soon as I was naked he had kissed down from my breasts to the curve of my big belly and began licking the hairless folds of my neglected cunt. For one so young he was adept at oral and delicately kissing and licking the flesh of my hard bud he had me cumming into his mouth after only minutes. I cried out as I came, bunching the bedclothes in my fists and kicking my feet. He brought his hot mouth back up to mine, and kissed me with salty, cunty breathe. I could feel his hard cock, large and veiny against my hip. He kissed my neck. "This doesn't have to be sex." He said. "It can just be about you. I can just please you." I groaned as he kissed my neck harder, but I needed to feel him inside of me. By way of an answer I eased myself down his body, more musculer than I had anticipated, and licked his cock from balls to head and eased it into my mouth. He yelped like a man who had been touched with a live wire and tangled his hands into my hair. Bobbing up and down on his tool, he moaned and groaned and soon his breathing was labored and I could feel his balls tighten in my hand. Withdrawing before he came, I moved and pushed myself down onto his hardness in one, fluid motion, my tight and wet cunt engulfing him and surrounding him. His hands were everywhere, exploring and enjoying my alien body, soft and hard at the same time, curves and bumps. "You've never been sexier, Suzanne." He gasped, calling me by my formal name, my work name, "You're fucking beautiful." His hands rubbed the roundness of my belly and as I bounced the fat thump of my tits timed the fuck like a metronome. I rubbed my hard clit and bounced and I came like a ton of bricks, crying out as my pussy convulsed and my head swam. My belly hardened and I maneuvered off of him, arranging myself on all fours. "Do me from behind," I purred, "And do it fucking hard." Not wasting a second he gripped my shapely hips and drove his massive tool into me. He hit my cervix and I screamed out, "yeah just like that, fuck me hard you fucking pervert." He slammed me, his balls slapping my clit and his thighs against mine. "You fucking like shagging a big, fat, pregnant woman, don't you?" I gasped. "You're the sexiest slut I've ever fucking had." He growled, edging me ever closer to a final, extraordinary climax. "I love your fucking huge tits and your round belly. I could fuck you all day. Rub your fucking clit and bring yourself off, you dirty bitch." I rubbed and rubbed my hot button, savouring the feelings in my cunt and my clit and then it happened, the hugest cum of my life, my hormones and frustrations and Gareths exertions coming together so that I nearly passed out. Pulling his cock from deep within me, Gareth pushed me onto my back and stroking himself swiftly pulled himself one, two, three times before a stream of hot cock cream spurted from his balls and onto my baby-filled belly. Putting on my clothes ten minutes later, Gareth was shy again. "Thanks." I said, picking up my handbag. "I really enjoyed that." "You're welcome, Suzanne," he said, quite formally, "I hope we do it again. Soon." Pregnant and In Love I've always wanted to make sure I was set in life before I had kids. I wanted to be a college grad, maybe a businesswoman, with a wonderful husband. As life happened, and tiny tragedies ate away at my dreams, I began to accept I would never be that independent, wealthy woman I once dreamed of being. I enrolled at a community college and took some general courses. Being a fairly pretty girl, I met a boy, and the obvious happened. He was my first. We had sex pretty often, always with protection, but I always craved more. I was almost resentful. He was perfectly contented to have that piece of rubber between us as we made love. That's when I began venturing away from my boyfriend. I felt confident that I was a good love maker, and I wanted the same. I dressed sexier, and batted my eyelashes as I pleased. Ashley was nineteen, a beautiful, tall, lean young man with blonde hair and heavenly blue eyes. He was a happy-go-lucky boy who carried a sweet smile and a blush in his cheeks with him wherever he went. Though he was only two years younger than me, the thought of a slightly younger man excited me. He also didn't know much about sex at all, so I was free to tell him what I wanted. When we had sex for the first time I told him I was having my period in a couple days, so the chances of getting pregnant were almost nonexistent. He was trusting. He mounted me as I put my backside in the air. I loved the feel of a hard man entering me, filling me, without anything betweeen us. Ashley was so warm. He managed to reach depths that Ryan never could. His long-fingered left hand was on my left hip, controlling my movement and helping him thrust. I heard myself muttering feelings I didn't know were inside me. I fell in love with him as he put both his hands over mine, to be sure I wouldn't move, and came with a powerful grunt. I came reasonably hard myself, but I felt instantly let down. I had had what I wanted: a beautiful young man cumming in me without protection, and yet I was unsatisfied. I watched Ashley as he drifted into a light sleep mere inches from my body. He looked at me with love, and his delicate eyelashes closed as he exhaled, letting out some sleepy noises. He was an angel. I put my hand on his bare abs, feeling his breath. I didn't want to go out and find someone else. I just wanted Ashley to be all I needed. In my own dream I saw impossible visions. I saw tiny organisms flooding in through the door and into the room, cornering me on my bed. Then, they fought eachother to crawl inside of me. As terrified as I was, I felt myself being rocked and shaken to sexual bliss. I orgasmed violently as they attacked my womb, impregnating me. I could still hear Ashley sleeping in a distant part of my mind. I woke up then, putting my hand on my lonely belly, wishing for things that were just wrong. I didn't really want to raise anyone or have a kid, I just wanted that connection with Ashley, and to have someone growing inside me. I was half-weary as I mounted the young blonde man. He had that same sweet smile etched on his face. My hands slid up his torso as I pressed my sex against his groin. His sky blue eyes opened as he became hard. I put my hands on his hard shoulders, determined in my pursuit. "I love you," he told me. "I love you, too." I then proceeded to slide down on his cock, coating him with my slippery slickness. I wanted my fluids to rain down his thighs and puddle on the mattress, as far off as that seems. His hands were relaxed as they gripped my lower back, trying to keep me in place, to keep a nice slow fuck, but I had other ideas. I pushed down hard, wiping the smile off his angelic face and replacing it with a strained expression. I started riding his cock up and down, making the best of his eight inches. He came then, not as hard as before, but I felt it very nicely. I didn't cum but I knew I'd have my chance. Ashley didn't look quite satisfied either. I got down and put my lips on his sensitive manhood, stirring up new ideas in his innocent mind. I then took him in my mouth, feeling a slight twitching on his part. He knew he was at my mercy. He whimpered a little as my tongue moved up and down his shaft, urging him to become fully hard. When he was back to his complete size and hardness, I gave his rod one last passionate french kiss and then took my head off of him. Ashley said, "No, let me make love to your mouth." "No," I replied, without a hint of flirtation in my voice. I then laid on my back, with shaky Ashley nervously rubbing his cock. He moved between my legs, kissing my mouth, tasting his own cock in it. I felt his soft hair and skin, so grateful that things might go my way. I raked my nails down his back, feeling a tear stroll down my cheek. I wondered if it was love or just too much sex. He slid in easily since I was so wet from before. He made semi-long thrusts, not wanting to get too far away from me. I wanted to kiss him deeply through ever moment of it. His body was art. Each lean limb on his frame propelled him forward, not affecting his youthful energy at all. I wrapped my arms around him, slowly becoming lost in the emotions I fight so deep inside of me. I knew I would he would impregnate me from this. As all the pain and happiness from my life flashed before my eyes and I held the man I loved, I told him, "Yes, give me your seed. Cum so deep inside of me, Ashley. Hold me, just please, hold me." And so he rested on top of me, burying his thick cock in as deep as it would go, nesting it. His chest came down, crushing my breasts to accomodate him. He gasped "I love you" about a hundred times as he prepared for his most powerful and loving cum inside a woman. We both cried a little, neither of us sure of why. I felt his cock erupt hot sperm and it flooded inside me. I leaned my head back, feeling my innermost muscles spasming, overwhelming Ashley a little. We held eachother as he grew soft and slid out of me. We woke up many hours later, with his soft cock resting on my thigh. This dreamboat of a boy, who carried the joy of the universe in his eyes, had just impregnated me. He didn't know what he was getting into, and neither did I. I only became hornier as the months passed. My large belly, weakened thighs, and swollen breasts hadn't really slowed me down. Sex had actually become easier. I would just lay down and relax while Ashley performed beautifully. But something changed at around six and a half months. My pussy had grown very demanding, to the point where that was all I could think about. Ashley would exhaust himself trying to please me, and I really didn't want him to thik I was a slut, but I had no choice. He was a little worried about the baby, but I knew it'd be okay. I just had to get more cum in me somehow. As Ashley drained himself to go to school, work, and fuck me, I quit school. I had instead decided I needed to worry about priority number one: getting male cum inside me. A man I had met at a bar, a drunk named Phil, had assured me all the cum I could handle. Twice a day he'd come over to fill me up good and eat. He was kinky too. He liked to smack my pregnant ass while he brutally took me from behind. It was hot. I didn't feel love for him the way I did for Ashley, but it was sex. Another thing he liked to do was molest my now lactating breasts and drink from me. I loved it. Slowly, he'd put his lips on my nipple, urging the milk to come out. He'd gently rub his hand on my pussy, making a velvety lather appear on his hand. As I relaxed, he'd attempt to shove his big fist inside of me, and chew and suck hard on my breasts, letting my pregnant tits nourish his body. As much as I loved the rough sex, I was beginning to feel a tidbit abused. I longed to have Ashley whenever I wanted, to feel his loving, long strokes penetrate me. I felt immense guilt whenever I saw him. He was faithful, gorgeous, and hard-working. He had sacrificed his adolescence and easy life for the family I demanded we create. His fit body would fall into a deep state of unconsciousness whenever his head hit the pillow. And through it all, he remained madly in love with me, buying me little presents, taking me to the doctor, and giving me foot massages. We had decided to have sex that night. He eased my clothes off my large body, being as gentle as possible. As we slowly and easily made love, I noticed an odd difference in Ashley. As sweet and loving as he was being, I didn't see Heaven in his eyes. Infact, as impossible as it seemed, he was actually intimidating me. I tried to relax and enjoy myself but it just wasn't happening. Ashley leaned in and kissed my ear and then said, "What's wrong, baby?" "Nothing." I gave him a weak smile. "No, something is wrong," he licked my ear passionately. "No, no," I reassured him. "Maybe a little guilt?" I swallowed hard, "I'm suddenly not feeling so good-" "Too worn out from your other boyfriend?" He bit my earlobe and I screamed. "It's okay honey, I'll make you all better." I tried to get him off of me in vain. I was caught like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. Shit, I thought. What was he going to do now? I just couldn't lose the man I love. "If I were you, I would be a very good girl now." "Please, please Ashley I will be, just get off of me now?" "Baby, baby, babygirl," he began nuzzling my neck as I lied frozen stiff, "I just want you to know that I love you, and I won't accept that. Now I hear your boyfriend likes to spank your pregnant ass?" "No honey, please no." He pulled my weighted body down and bent me over the bed. I couldn't help but cry. He had degraded me somehow. I was humiliated. "No please, I'll never do it again." When he was finished, I sprawled out on the floor and sobbed at his feet. How could I have been such a fool? Only a good for nothing slutty bitch would do the type of things I'd done. "Please hold me Ashley, I'm sorry." "You know I want to Love, but I can't let you do that to us again." He then helped me onto the bed and put me face down. I felt his long fingers trailing along my asshole, making me beyond nervous. I had no warning as his cock filled my tight virgin ass, already sore from the punishment. "Ashley! Oh god no," I pouted. How could my loving, sweet, innocent little Ashley be doing this to me? It was too much for me to take; the emotional pain along with the physical brutality, I'd struggle if only I wasn't so turned on. "Take it all you damn cunt!" His hands pulled at my hair, scaring me slightly more. My fingers squeezed restlessly at the mattress. I was so angry at myself. At least I wouldn't have to face him with such guilt anymore. Now Ashley did have a good sized cock, but I can't begin to tell you how huge it felt in my ass, all that with my weight on my pregnant belly. When the anal beating was over, he turned me over and started kissing my tears away. "Don't ever make me do that to you again." "I promise. I love you." "I love you too." He then put my nipple in his mouth and forced me to nurse him. My exhausted body fed him and loved him just like he did for me. He proceeded to fuck me one more time, making sure I was completely satisfied. We are still in love: Ashley, my love. Pregnant and in Need The sobbing was barely audible over the background of the store's announcements about their various specials, the steady rumble of buggies passing, and various conversations of customers going about their business. I was just there to pick up a couple of things for a late night snack to keep me going at the office. I was trying to complete my task amongst the crowd of people in the oversized store that seemed to sell everything that China has to offer. As I looked over the incredible variety of soups before me, I couldn't block out the sobbing sounds I heard coming from just beyond the end of the aisle. Looking up, I turned my head towards the noise. A lady who looked to be in her mid-twenties was the source of the sound. Aside from the distressed look on her face, she was striking even though her cheeks and neck were a little chubby. Her hair was nearly black it was so dark and it appeared to be long and straight. She couldn't be much over five foot tall, causing her head to be the only thing exposed over the clothes rack she was standing behind. I bet a guy has something to do with that I thought to myself and returned my attention to the soups. Chicken noodle, cream of chicken, reduced sodium chicken ... where the hell is the chicken and rice? Again, my concentration was broke constantly hearing this lady sobbing. I couldn't help but notice that not a single person stopped to see what was wrong with this lady despite a constant flow of people passing by. You're better than that. I'll just go over and see if there is anything I can do for her. I doubt she'll say much to me anyway so I'll be able to get back to picking out my snack and return to work with a little bit of self-satisfaction. "Are you okay ma'am? Is there anything I can do?" I asked as I approached her. Slowly looking up, she sniffed and parted her lips, but instead of speaking she just started crying louder. Shit, this was a mistake. I'm committed now. I inched closer around the clothes rack she was hiding behind. As she turned, it wasn't her face or large breast that were split like a open hands awaiting to be grasped that caught my attention it was her large belly sticking out towards me. She's pregnant. Without warning, I felt my dick start to stiffen. This isn't right, I said to myself. She's clearly in distress, pregnant, and I'm getting horny. What's wrong with you? "Can I help?" I said as my dick continued to grow. "I'm not sexy anymore." she managed to blurt out. "I'm a cow now and there's nothing here that will fit my fat ass anymore!" With that, she lurched towards me wrapping her hands around me as she sobbed in my chest. My hands automatically wrapped around her pulling her into me as I tried to reassure her. "It's okay. There's nothing wrong with you. You've never looked more sexy than now." I said without having the slightest idea of what she was like before she got knocked up but I could only assume she was knockout. "Pregnant women are so ... so sensual. It makes you look hot and more womanly than ever." "You're just saying that." she said as her sobbing trailed off and she looked up at me with a slight smile through red eyes still full of tears. "No, really, there's just something about pregnancy that makes a woman more appealing." I said as I questioned what I was doing. She's clearly in need and here I am trying to work my way under her giant belly. "You're so full of shit! He won't even touch me anymore and I've never been so horny. I can't even take care of myself because my giant belly gets in the way." I couldn't help but laugh a little at the mental image of her rolling around like a beached whale trying to get herself off. She knew the image I had in my mind and smiled giving me a playful slap on my chest. "You've got to admit that's got to be a funny sight to witness." I said as I continued to chuckle. "That's awful. Here I am frustrated, hormonal, crying in a store, and hugging someone I don't even know and you're making fun of me." Although scolding, the tone was playful, confirmed by her smile and giggling. "I can't help it. I'm being serious though. A woman who is pregnant is so sexy." I said giving into my desires. She broke off her hug with me and stared at the clothing beside her with a serious look returning to her face. "He hasn't looked at me with any interest in months. I've tried to wear sexy stuff, but nothing fits me. I'm so horny, but I'm a bloated whale. How can anyone love this? How could anyone want this or even get hard-on looking at this?" she said as she looked down towards her protruding belly holding her hands out to present herself for inspection. For the first time I had a chance to take in her beauty. Her hair was long, all the way down to the top of her ass. Although her face and neck had extra fat, the remainder of her body didn't show any signs of pregnancy fat other than the exceptional growth of her breast resting on top of either side of her very large belly. She was as short as I thought, so much so that her head only reached the middle of my chest. I suppose I took too long to admire her. "See? I'm huge and repulsive." "That's not fair. You're pregnant. You're beautiful, sexy, and desirable in your own right. Truth be told, you've made me hard as a rock." I said surprised at my own blunt response. "You're just trying to make me feel good." she said with a smile as she glanced towards my crotch. "No, you're actually making me horny as hell right now." I said as I pulled her into me even though I realized her belly would prevent her from feeling my swelling cock. "He said I was paranoid about my size and left after we argued saying that I better figure out how to get home on my own." She started to sniffle a little again. "That really doesn't seem like the right thing to say to a woman whose the mother of your child. That's just wrong." "Well he did." she said as she pressed her face against my chest. I could feel her belly pressing against me and my hard-on was raging even more by now. I really need to end this and just help this lady out. "Where's he at?" "He left. I saw him go out the the door and I can't call a friend to take me home because I just moved here." "How are you getting home then?" "I don't now. He left me here without a ride." "I'm just a couple of blocks away. I'll tell you what, how about I take you back to my office, allow you to settle down a little and give him a chance to figure out how dumb he is?" "But I don't even know you." she said with a bit of protestation in her voice. "At least at my office you can calm down and figure out what you want to do." With that, I reached into my pocket and handed her my business card. I suppose my genuine concern for her well-being along, my dress attire (a suite, tie, overcoat), and my profession, as indicated on my business card, as an accountant made her feel at ease. "Well, I suppose it's better than standing here crying." she said smiling at me. Soon enough we were walking towards my car after checking out. She was holding my hand to steady herself in the snow covered parking lot, but at the same time I couldn't help but think that she was holding on to me for other reasons because her fingers interlaced between mine while she rubbed her thumb along my index finger. The drive to my office was short and I held my hand out to help her across the packed snow into the door. How can her ass look so tight despite carrying a baby I thought to myself. "There's a couch over there if you want it or a couple of chairs in there." I said nodding towards the available furniture. Noting her indecisiveness, I guided her to the conference room so she could keep me company while I tried to get some work done. "I've got two secretaries, but they're actually out enjoying their lives this evening while I'm trying to get caught up." I said pointing to the piles of receipts and other paperwork scattered throughout the conference room. "You really think I'm sexy?" she asked ignoring my smalltalk. "Well, ya. I meant every word." I said as I started shuffling papers and trying to figure out where I needed to pick-up from again. "How come?" "I don't suppose I can really say. There's just something about a pregnant lady that makes me so damn horny." I said without hesitation, but stopping my paper shuffling. With that, she smiled and began walking towards me as she bit at her lower lip and looked into my eyes with innocent doe eyes. "You can't keep doing that." I protested. "I'll never get any work done if you keep that up. Besides, we've got to figure out how to get you a ride home." "You're the only ride I'm interest in right now." she said smiling as she began rubbing a swollen breast. Did I really hear that right? I'm not like that. I'm married, I'm committed. I'm just trying to help someone out in a time need despite my arousal. She's just in a vulnerable state right now and it wouldn't be right, on so many levels it wouldn't be right. "Don't you want me?" she said with a bit of hesitation in her voice. "Well, ya, but you're pregnant with someone guy's baby. I'm married. You're just stressed right now and I'm not sure you're thinking this through clearly." "But I'm still a woman with needs." she said as she tugged at the bottom of her shirt while leaning against my conference table. "You want to take care of my needs don't you? I really need a man right now. I need a cock so bad." "Jesus. I ... I ..." was all I could fumble out of my mouth as I felt myself moving towards her and giving into my desires. Knowing she had the upper hand, she began unbuttoning her shirt as I approached. Her belly popped out pushing her shirt to the sides while her breast, cradled in their purple holders, came into view. She pulled at her jogging pants while wiggling herself onto the conference table revealing her purple bikini panties. She spread her legs as I stood between them and she started working on my clothes. Soon enough, she had my tie and shirt off and undid my pants allowing them to drop the floor along with my boxers. I stepped out of them as she removed her bra and lay back on the papers covering the table. I tugged her panties down and discarded them among our pile of clothes. The beauty of what was before me struck me. The exceptional darkness of her huge aureoles were striking against her pail skin. Her tits drooped to the sides but were full enough to defy gravity with her large nipples pointing skyward. Her belly reminded me of beer belly, but it was so different at the same time. It jetted out from her tiny body and was capped by her bellybutton straining against the forces behind it. After her bellybutton, her belly suddenly sucked back leaving her pubic mound flat reflecting what was once a tone, tight stomach. Her pubes were dark and showed months of growth. Despite a fully bush, she couldn't hide her large, long, dark pussy lips that showed a glint of wetness on them with a little creamy button peaking from her clit's hood. "You like?" she asked as she spread herself before me on the conference table. "How couldn't I?" I responded as I soaked up the woman who was before me: large tits capped with dark and large nipples, giant belly exhibiting a cum shot that got by and impregnated her, large dark pussy lips ready to be flapped by my tongue, and ass crying to be cradled. With that, she grasped a nipple in each hand and squeezed out a drop or two of breast milk while closing her eyes and letting out a sigh of ecstasy. I pulled up a chair as I started kissing her inner thigh. I worked my way up until my cheek pressed against her pussy and then turned my attention to the other leg doing the same thing. She was wiggling and moaning softly as I teased my way around her pussy. "Don't tease me like that! Fuck'n eat me already!" With that, I lowered my face into her pussy and sucked a long lip into my mouth. "Ah, ya." she sighed as she felt her lip enter my mouth. Releasing the lip, I sucked the other in my mouth as she started grinding her pussy into my face. Her lips were so long and thick, they felt like they were filling my mouth. With a lip still in my mouth, my tongue darted out and I let it slide into her pussy. She gasped as she felt my tongue enter her and her muscles contracted around my tongue pulling it in further. Focusing my attention on her hole, my tongue repeatedly reached in as far as possible, curling, and drawing back out a mixture of my saliva and her juices. My thumb reached for her clit while my hand rested against the bottom of her belly. The second my thumb made contact, she gasped and her thighs squeezed around my head. She became silent as her body stiffened with the only movement being her pussy muscles repeatedly contracting around me tongue. "Uhhh." she groaned as she finally drew in a breath of air and release her grasp around my head. "It feels like forever since I've came. I nearly forgot how good it feels." Normally, I would look up during this point to enjoy the afterglow on the face of woman finishing her orgasm, but all I could see was the underside of a giant belly heaving up and down with her strained breaths. My cock twitched at the sight, not repulsed but full of lust. On either side of the protruding belly, I saw a pair of hands extended motioning me up. Giving her clit a quick french kiss causing her to shudder, I stood up grabbing her hands to pull her up towards me simultaneously. Our mouths met and tongues explored as our hands roamed each others' bodies. I worked my way down her neck to her tit and inhaled her nipple. Despite having her nipple fully engulfed in my mouth, I could still see her dark aureole it was so large. As I sucked, I could feel a little liquid enter my mouth. It was warm, tangy, and didn't remind me of milk. "Och. Careful, my nipples are so sensitive." I was thankful because I really did not like the taste in my mouth. With less aggressiveness, I sucked her nipples slowly while her breathing once again increased. "I want some cock now." she whispered as she grasped my head and pulled me up to her lips. As we kissed, I positioned my cock against her opening. As I started to press forward, my head entered her but then I was stopped by her belly. We both knew the problem and she smiled as she slid back on her elbows allowing her belly to move back further and my cock free access to her. I failed to brace myself so as she leaned back my cock slid completely in her. "God yes." she whimpered as her eyes closed and she smiled. I held my position initially to enjoy the feeling of her wrapped around my cock. Her muscles initially contracted as I entered, but they began to relax as her tunnel embraced the feeling of a cock filling her up. Leaning back upright, I enjoyed the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy; her dark, long pussy lips clinging around my cock with each withdrawal. Her juices clung to my cock making it shimmer in the office's light. I reached up with one hand to massage her breast while my other hand found her clit and started rubbing her button in slow circular motions. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard!" she demanded. Initially I was concerned about hurting her baby, but the feeling of her around my cock and her demands quickly quashed that concern. I began thrusting into her with all my might causing the conference table to squeak as her tits jiggled with each thrust. "Harder! Harder you motherfucker! Fuck me harder!" I couldn't believe my ears. "You like get'n fucked on my table don't you?" I responded. You dirty little whore, I'll make you scream if that's what you want I said to myself. "Yesss, fuck me harder!" To steady myself and provide additional leverage, I grabbed the tops of her thighs and pulled her into me with each thrust. She groaned and grunted with each thrust as her hands searched for something on the table to clinch. Papers were sliding around as she repeatedly grabbed handfuls and crumpled them in her fists. After several minutes of full force fucking, sweat was dripping from my face and my body was covered in sweat. The slapping sound of our bodies crashing into each other was filling the office along with our animalistic grunts. Her pussy continued to contract around my cock with each thrust and her pussy juices combined with my sweat, causing a squishing sound as I entered her. "I'm cumming!" I shouted through clinched teeth. "Pump that cum in me. Harder, harder!" My first load shot up my shaft as I buried my cock as deep into her as I could. "Fuck ya, I cumming!" she squealed as I felt her muscles contracting around my throbbing cock. I stood pressed as hard and far into her while the second, third, forth, and fifth spurts of cum raced through my cock. My cock continued to twitch from the orgasm and her muscles trying to milk more cum from me than I had to offer. I slumped over her belly caressing her heaving tit as I caught my breath. My cock slipped out of her and dangled onto the table in pool of sweat, pussy juice, and my own cum dripping from her pussy that had accumulated in front of her ass cheeks on the conference table. "I needed that so bad." she huffed. "I needed that too." I said chuckling a little as I saw the mess my conference room had become. As we lay there catching our breaths and recovering, I heard a popular pop song coming from her pants. I reached for her sweatpants handing them to her to recover her phone. She looked at it and rolled her eyes as she read the text message. "He says he's sorry and he's on his way back to pick me." she said with disdain. "I guess I better get you back to the store then." "No." she said as her fingers scampered across her phone's keypad. "We're not done yet." she murmured as she typed. I started to grow a little concerned, but not enough to stop my cock from growing again as I thought about more sex with her. "I just told him I'm still too upset to see him yet." she said as read his next text. Again, her fingers were a blur on the keypad. "I told him to give me thirty minutes to cool off and then I'd meet him in the woman's clothing section." she said tossing her phone on the pile of papers scattered on the table not waiting for a response. "Okay. So, now what?" I said seriously questioning what we were supposed to do now. "I see you're just about ready for another round." she said as she sat up and started running her fingers along my half erect shaft. The feeling of her warm, sweaty hands on my cock quickly made it stiffen again to its full glory. "Do you have any lube?" "Lube?" I said inquisitively with a note of innocence. "Yes, lube. I want you to fuck my ass this time." My cock twitched as the words left her lips and her hand gave my cock a playful tug nearly making me cum again. I've never fucked a woman's ass. I've always wanted to, but was far to conservative and that was certainly off limits according to my wife despite my suggestions early in our relationship that we give it a try. My mind quickly took an inventory of every slick liquid in the office. "The first aid kit!" I shouted as I realized the antibiotic ointment in there would probably work perfectly. With that, I sprinted from the room wearing only my shoes with my cock swinging around as I heard laughter coming from the conference room. Upon my return with the proper lube, I was greeted by her leaning over the conference table trying to finger her pussy. Her belly was nearly too much of an obstacle for her, but with her leg propped up on a chair, she had gained access to herself. Her tits dangled against the top of table while she leaned against her forearm to support herself off the table. "That's a nice sight." I said as I fumbled with the tube's cap. Pregnant and in Need "I couldn't resist playing a little." Based on my response earlier and eager sprint from the room, she assumed this was my first time having anal sex and figured she'd better give me a little instruction. "Put some on my hole, a lot on your cock, and work your finger in me a little bit first. Just take your time working your way in because I haven't had a cock in my ass in a long time and ... well, you're pretty big, so I'll have to get adjusted to you." Looking down, I realized that although my cock was only average length I had a lot of girth. I smiled at the compliment she gave me while I started working the lube onto my cock. Putting a generous glob on my index finger, I started towards her puckered asshole. The contrast between her asshole and pussy was rather drastic. Her pussy was dark, meaty, and sopping wet whereas her asshole was light colored, drawn up tightly like a disapproving mouth, and looked to be in need of lubrication. It also had a few wisps of hair surrounding it, but was nothing like the pubic hairs surrounding her pussy that were still soaking wet from our combined juices. My finger reached out and touched her asshole. She gasped as I started to work my finger and the lube around and in her asshole. My finger started to press into her hole and her muscle contracted to block its advance. "More lube." she mumbled. I squeezed a giant glob directly on her asshole this time and started to work my finger in again. Her ass contracted but slowly opened up to allow my finger to freely penetrate her and work the lube into her. Her hips wiggled slowly as my knuckle reached her entry and pressed further until it was completely buried in her ass. "Mmmm. Give me two." she cooed. Placing another generous glob of lube on her asshole, I pulled out my finger and started working the second finger in alongside my first. "Oh, easy." I continued to work my fingers into her until they were moving freely in her ass. Her hips began swaying with each push and her breathing picked up. I pulled my fingers out and aligned my cock. As I pressed forward holding my cock, I didn't think this was going to work because my head wasn't going in and my cock, although rock hard, was starting to bend from the pressure. She suddenly relaxed her asshole allowing my head to pop in but then quickly contracted again pulling on my head while denying the remainder of my shaft entry. "Oh, god!" she groaned as she struggled to push herself up from the table. Allowing her to adjust to the intrusion and me to the sensation, I slowly started to push again. Inch by inch, my cock slowly disappeared into her asshole while she grunted but held still until my pubic bone was flat against her ass. I stood there for a moment enjoying the feeling of her asshole grasping my cock and the look of her perfectly toned ass cheeks spread out. I reached forward to gather her ass-length hair into a bundle and slowly withdrew my cock until my head was pulling against her asshole then I slid back in. She groaned with approval as I began a rhythm. "Fuck my ass. Fuck it harder!" she quickly started grunting. I pulled on her hair to pull her into me as I thrust forward. I could feel my balls slapping against her pussy lips while her pussy coated them with her juices with each thrust. "Fuck me. Fuck my little asshole!" Her ass was so tight and contracting around me so hard that I knew I couldn't hold off much longer. I pumped hard and fast pulling at her hair causing her head to arch back. "Make me cum! Harder!" "Fuck, I can't hold off!" I grunted as I felt my cock swelling. Stream after stream shot from my cock filling her asshole. I thought I was drained before, but the cum jetted out like I hadn't fucked in a year. "Felt like big load." she sighed approvingly as I slumped over her back slowly releasing her hair. "I can't believe how good your ass felt." "Ya, that felt so good I came twice: once when you first entered me and again when I felt your cum in me." We laid with my cock slowly going limp in her ass for a few moments while we both caught our breaths. I slowly pulled my cock out and watched as her asshole tried to close back but remained stretched allowing a view into her gaping hole filled with my cum. I was fascinated by the contractions of her asshole trying to close and push my cum from deep inside her. Grabbing some tissues, I wiped her asshole and my cock. We gathered our clothing and left for the store. As I pulled up to the opposite entrance we used previously, she leaned over giving me a tongue filled kiss. "I'm going to make him eat me out tonight for being such a jerk. He'll just think the taste is different because I'm pregnant, but it'll be because he's eating your cum." she said smiling wickedly. With that, she reached over, squeezed my cock that was growing from her dirty little mind, and she opened the door exiting my car. As I drove off, I couldn't help but smile thinking about him eating my cum and the mess of paperwork, cum, and sweat spread across my conference table. Pregnant & Loving It I was lulled into my marriage with all sorts of promises which my husband has never kept! I really didn’t ask for much but he offered so much and I believed he would look after me forever! How wrong I could be. Oh, he still acts as my husband and we sort of get along O.K. but there is no depth in our marriage anymore. We still make love but it is no longer the passionate love we first enjoyed before and soon after we were married. Sex is almost a mechanical thing now. When I was single I had gone out with a lot of men and the sex with them always seemed to get better as time past because I thought I was getting better at it! That may have been nearly true – I guess we all get better with practice – but in my case it was more a matter of finding the right types of men! Anyway I had plenty of sex and when I met David I thought he was absolutely the best of them all. His technique was very smooth and he could make me cum like no other man had done before! Before we were married or living together he would come to my rooms and he would fuck me and then leave me gasping with excitement and anxious to be with me again. He was living not too far away from me and had his own apartment. At first he never slept over with me! He would always make an excuse for leaving after sex and I just believed him when he said he had to be somewhere early the next morning. We were seeing a lot of each other and were starting to be noticed as a couple! One of my particular friends told me he was two-timing me and I should get him to make a commitment or break it off! Well that had me thinking! I confronted David about this and he admitted he often left me to return home where he had another girl waiting for him! I couldn’t believe this but it turned out to be true and now I had to decide whether I should break up with him or change him so that he was just mine. I decided on the latter and suggested I move in with him! Surprisingly he readily agreed and I quit my rooms and moved everything I owned into his apartment and we became a couple. I watched him like a hawk at first but saw absolutely no sign of him being unfaithful. He was, after all, getting as much sex and he wanted with me being there at his beck and call! I loved sex with him and gave it to him whenever he asked for it! Sometime later we decided to get married. We had become very close and thought we knew one another very well. He had been the perfect gentleman since we moved in together and I saw no reason why I shouldn’t marry him. So, marry him I did! Life as a married couple changed very little from what we had been doing before. We just changed the status from living together to being married! At first he was very attentive and looked after me very well. Sex was great but as I suggested before it gradually tapered off until it became a very casual thing and even then it wasn’t very satisfactory. After 5 years when there was very little sex – we have been married for 7 years – I began to think seriously about leaving him. I casually mentioned I was sick of being just a housemate to him and thought I might have a look around and see if I could find a more suitable partner. He reacted very badly when I said that. I had only wanted to sound him out and see what he would say. He told me he had married me for love and we were married for life and I had better get used to the idea. He wouldn’t let me go and told me I would have to stay with him. That sort of talk gets my back up and I just went quiet and waited to see what he would do about it. A couple of weeks after my outburst David came home from his work one evening – he works later each day than I do – and was just bursting to tell me something. I could tell from his expression he was trying to keep a secret. He took me into the lounge room and sat me down on the couch. He put his arms around me and pulled me tight and told me he loved me! He kissed me passionately (I was surprised how good that felt after all the years of neglect) and told me he had a wonderful surprise for me! He pulled a plastic travel wallet from his coat pocket and gave it to me. It was a complete holiday package for 3 weeks on a tropical island, complete with air fares and all accommodation and meals and we would be leaving in 1 week. He told me it had cost him a packet but it would be a chance for both of us to get back to what we were before when we were first married. I must say the idea of a tropical holiday appealed to me and I told him how pleased I was that he had thought enough of me to organize the trip. Needless to say our attitudes to one another changed quite a bit after that and when we got into bed that night we fucked just like we had when we were first married. The old spark was still there but it had taken something special to ignite it for us. I was agreeably surprised how much he changed. Not long after we had married – about 2 years – we decided we would like to start a family. Things were going quite well at that stage and I thought he was a wonderful husband but we all make mistakes. Anyway I stopped taking the pill and we waited for the first signs of pregnancy to show. Nothing happened and although we were having sex sometimes twice a day we made no progress. Month after month my periods would announce there was no baby coming yet. We almost gave up hope and that was about the time the sex started to taper off. We took no precautions and just left it to nature but nature wasn’t helping us. When we sometimes only had sex once in a whole month I felt we had no chance. It is amazing how accustomed one becomes to taking the pill each night but once it is decided to stop then the habit is broken and no more thought is given to it at all. Well, we went on our holiday. The resort we were staying at must be the nicest place on earth. We had a marvelous suite which was styled in the form of a native buree and it had all mod cons. It was wonderful for lovers because the buildings were quite a distance apart and one could make all the noise one wanted without disturbing the neighbors. We arrived in the early afternoon after an uneventful plane trip and were shown to our suite by a lovely, charming native lad who told us his name was Benny and he would look after us while we were staying at the resort. We took an instant liking to Benny and he explained to us how everything worked and told us how to contact him and he would be with us in a flash to look after us! David tipped Benny very well and we looked forward to a great deal of service from Benny. Benny was about 25 and very well built and was quite tall. It was the native look about him which made him so charming. As soon as Benny was gone David and I stripped off our clothes and headed for a lovely fresh shower to rid us of the long plane trip. As soon as we had dried ourselves, David took me by the hand, caressed my breasts and slipped his hand between my legs and dragged me over to the bed! We fucked like teenagers and came like express trains! Sex was lovely again. We had three wonderful weeks to get to know each other and re-ignite the old flames which had dwindled so much. Each time we would return from seeing something on the island, David and I would fuck like crazy and became very excited with each other. All of the activities on the island resort were available to us and we swam, dived, played tennis and, in fact, we did just about everything that was on the activities schedule. This first week was wonderful – I had the old David back again. He was most attentive and nothing was too much trouble. I was quite surprised by his attentiveness and complimented him by telling him how much I loved him. Surprisingly this began to change when the second week started. On the 10th day David and I were stretched out naked on the bed having just woken up mid morning. I began to play with his cock and moved my body against his (which I know excites him) but for the first time since our arrival he pushed me away. He said he was a bit tired and perhaps we could fuck that night! Well, to cut a long story short, the attention he paid to me just about stopped there. That night we didn’t fuck – and in fact we didn’t fuck for the rest of the week! What had happened to David? I tried to talk to him but he told me I was imagining things and to leave him alone. After so much attention to me for the first week and so much fucking I was feeling very horny and badly wanted him to fuck me! I begged him to just play with me but he had turned off completely! I left him alone and didn’t ask him for sex for the whole day but his mood was nasty and there was no way he was the same man I arrived with! At the end of the second week I was frantic for sex! I have never been one to get a lot of enjoyment out of playing with myself and I seldom resorted to this for relief. I decided to ask David just once more to fuck me but his response was tense and he simply said, “Stupid bitch, all you want to do is fuck! I will arrange for someone else to fuck you and shut you up! Leave me alone!” What did he mean by that? David asked me to go for a swim on the next morning and I was surprised he was talking to me at all. We swam for about an hour and did a little sunbaking on the sand – it felt wonderful and, as there weren’t very many people around – I took off my top and laid on the sand with just my bikini bottoms on, and they are so brief they are almost obscene! I have good sized breasts and am proud of them. My nipples stick out nicely and I believe I have a very good body. My legs are well shaped and I am quite tall. I am a natural blond with my hair down to my shoulders. My pubic bush belies my blondness as it is reasonably dark and bushy. I never shave myself and love the bushy look of it. Of course I shave my legs and underarms but nothing else. After the swim and sunbathing David told me we would go back to the restaurant for lunch and then he had a surprise for me! This was a change for David and I held just a faint hope he was going to be back to his old self. Lunch was always a wonderful affair as the food is so fresh and there is plenty of fruit to choose from. As we were returning to our unit David told me my surprise would be arriving at 2.30pm and that I should do exactly what I was asked to do otherwise the surprise would be spoilt. I asked David what sort of surprise he had for me but he refused to tell me anything. When we reached the suite David suggested I have a shower and freshen up ready for my surprise. As the tropical warmth tended to make us sweat I was soon in the shower. David suggested I get dressed as if I was going out for the afternoon with very good company. I had no idea what he was thinking about but dressed in my best underwear, a pretty patterned thin blouse and my white slacks. I thought I looked very well dressed. David hadn’t had a shower and remained in his bathing trunks, looking quite smart. Apart from all his faults David is a good looking man and he dresses well no matter what he is wearing! At 2.30pm exactly there was a polite knock on our door. David bounded up to open it and there stood Benny and two other equally attractive island boys all about the same age. David invited them inside and introduced the other two to me – Louey and Billy – I was surprised he knew their names but it appeared he knew them well. The five of us chatted for a few minutes about things generally on the island and the boys declined a drink when offered by David. David stood up suddenly, moved over to me and kissed me! He took me by surprise as he hadn’t kissed me for over a week. He then moved around behind me and grasped my forearms tightly and pulled them around behind my back. He held me there and then said to the three boys, “Well, here she is boys, enjoy yourselves – do anything you like to her for the next 12 hours!” Louey was the first to move. He came over to me and began kissing me deeply. I was startled by his actions but his mouth was very tender and he knew how to make his kisses excite me. His hands began to caress my breasts through my blouse and I could feel I was getting excited. Perhaps it was because David was holding me and also because he was watching another man feeling me up. Louey began to unbutton my blouse and I told him to stop but he ignored me completely. When the blouse was undone he slipped it off my shoulders and it fell down my arms as far as David’s hands. David carefully released each hand to remove the blouse but maintained a firm hold on me. Louey then began to undo my bra. This was too much and again I told him to stop but he just continued until my bra joined my blouse on the floor after David had once again allowed the straps to pass down my arms. Now I was naked to the waist and Louey was not only staring at my breasts and nipples but he we now beginning to feel them with his hands. My nipples were quite long and this indicated I was very aroused. Louey continued to play with my nipples until he took one hand off and replaced it with his mouth. He sucked my nipples very had and I was becoming very aroused. David still held on to my arms and wouldn’t let go. Benny came over to me and pressed his hand between my legs and touched me through my slacks and panties. I could feel his fingers moving through the material and didn’t want him to stop! Benny found the flap holding the belt on the slacks and quickly undid it. He then slowly eased down the zip at the side of my slacks and I could feel the zipper on my thigh. It didn’t take long before my slacks were around my ankles and Benny knelt down and lifted each leg in turn to remove the slacks completely! All I had on now was my very small panties which were so small that they didn’t cover all of my bush and the top ½ inch for hair was visible over the elastic of my panties. Benny hooked his thumbs into the elastic and pulled my panties down my legs! Now I was completely naked in front of these three island men! David kept a firm hold on my arms and he was hurting me. He then moved my feet apart with his own feet until my ankles were about 2 ft apart and then Benny moved his hand back between my legs and began to play with me in earnest. Benny had his fingers inside my cunt in no time and his thumb was stroking my clit sending electric sparks through my body. Louey was still sucking on my nipples and I was completely turned on by the attention of these two. It was at this time that I looked at Billy and saw that he was naked having just removed all of his clothes. His cock was sticking out in front of him and he had a grin on his face. He came over to me and motioned Louey to move away and he began sucking on my nipples. David held my left arm motionless behind my back but moved my right hand around to Billy’s cock which he told me I should start playing with. What else could I do so I began stroking Billy’s cock. Louey had moved back by this and he was removing his clothes too. Now there were two naked men looking at my naked body. When Louey returned to me he told Benny to get naked and he began playing with my cunt and clit. While Benny was playing with me I had a small orgasm and I was in a state of arousal all the time. When Benny was naked he too returned to me and I had the three men stroking and playing with my naked body at the one time. It was about this time that David released my left arm and stepped back and sat on a chair near the bed. The three boys (well, they were really men) were playing with me so hard I was cumming all the time – I was feeling very tense and strained from all the playing around. They then moved me over to the bed and laid me down spread-eagled on top of the covers. I had been fucked by such a lot of men before I had been married and hadn’t felt embarrassed when they had pulled my legs apart and had looked at my open cunt but today I was beside myself with embarrassment. Perhaps it was because my husband was watching me. Billy and Louey were on either side of the bed and they held an arm and a leg each and slowly pulled my legs apart. Benny was already on the bed between my legs and was looking intently at my open cunt. When they boys had pulled my legs apart as far as they would comfortably go, Benny moved his mouth down until it was on my cunt and he began to lick me and stroke my clit so that I came almost straight away. The other two began squeezing and stroking my breasts and sucking on my nipples. Mainly due to Benny’s licking I was cumming most of the time and I was feeling very exhausted. I looked over at David sitting on the chair and I saw a man who was absolutely enjoying being able to watch me having my body ravished by these boys. When Benny thought I was ready (I had been ready from the moment they had begun undressing me) he moved up over my body and gently pushed his large cock into my cunt. After so long with just David it felt very strange having another man’s cock embedded in my cunt. The sensation was wonderful and I could feel my orgasm building up from the soles of my feet. When the orgasm arrived it was earth shattering and I began shaking. Benny was fucking me with a steady pumping action and I felt him tensing up and then he shot his load of cum directly into my cunt! There wasn’t much of a break before Benny’s cock slipped out of me and Louey was moving into place above me and his cock was in me! Louey had a slightly larger cock and he certainly knew how to use it. His ‘in – out’ action had me twisting in ecstasy and it wasn’t long before I felt him cumming in me as well. Benny, by this, had moved to the head of the bed and had his wet cock poised over my mouth waiting for me to suck him. I opened my mouth for him and felt his wonderful cock slip down into my mouth and through to my throat. The merciless sucking on my nipples was driving me crazy and although I loved what they were doing to me I wished they would stop for a little while so I could get my breath back. But no, Billy was on me as soon as Louey had pulled his cock out of me and now I had another cock in me! Billy fucked me as hard as he could and again I felt my orgasm’s building up. I had lost count completely the number of times I had cum and, in fact, I felt I was in a constant state of orgasm! I had now, in the short space of about ½ an hour been fucked three times and had numerous orgasms from being sucked and licked so much. There was a rest period while the three lads recovered. David complimented the boys on the way they had fucked me and told them to keep on doing it to me until they just couldn’t reach another erection. The boys grinned and told him they were capable of fucking me all night and, as they enjoyed doing what they were doing, they would do their best to fuck me all night! I asked to go to the bathroom but David insisted I stay on the bed. He told me I could get up after I had been fucked by the three boys again and then he would see if I could get up again before morning! Benny and the boys began to get erections after about 30 minutes rest. I am sure they could have been ready before that but David insisted they make me wait. I wanted to go to the bathroom to clean up but just had to lie there on the bed. David signaled the boys that it was time again and the three of them fucked me again, all in the missionary position, by which time I felt completely exhausted. Again I wanted to go to the bathroom but David wouldn’t allow it. This was an amazing scenario – David allowed the boys to fuck me about every half hour for the next 4 hours! In all that time I had not been allowed to go to the bathroom! Now I wanted to pee and my poor cunt was completely full of cum! Again David wouldn’t allow me to go. His next instruction amazed me. He told Benny that two of them should go for a meal break but the other had to remain with me and fuck me each 30 minutes if he was able! Two of them left and, after the required time, I was fucked again! It was taking the one left with me much longer to cum now and all of his fucking me was making me sore. When the other two returned David send the other off for his break. He now rationed my sessions to hourly and although this was some relief it certainly didn’t help my bladder and I wanted to piss so much I began to cry. Pregnant & Loving It David seemed to have some sympathy for me and so he pulled heaps of tissues from a box and scrunched them into a ball which he proceeded to push into my cunt which, I learned later, was to stop the cum from running out of me. I was then allowed to go to the toilet and pee! It was very uncomfortable with the wad in my cunt but I managed to pee and that was some relief! Then it was back to the bed! Well, with ever lengthening intervals I was fucked by the three boys for the full 12 hours and by that time I had such a sore cunt I didn’t know what to do with myself. Although David still wouldn’t allow me to stand up, much of the cum which was shot into me was leaking out when the men were fucking me. In fact there was quite a mess on the sheets! David thanked the boys and handed them each an envelope which, I gathered, contained their pay for their services! As soon as they had gone I managed to get off the bed and walked with some difficulty to the bathroom. There the cum just poured out of me! When I returned to David he told me he wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom before because he wanted to make sure the cum in me had a chance to make me pregnant! Now what was he thinking? Did he really want me pregnant by these island boys? He explained he didn't really love me all that much and didn’t want to be the father of my baby. He had chosen Benny and the other two boys because of their lighter skin coloring and when I had my baby it probably wouldn’t look as though it wasn’t his! What a bastard! Well the news came to me not long after we returned home! My period didn’t arrive on the usual date nor for the next month. I went to see my physician who, after the necessary tests, proclaimed me pregnant! At last I was going to be a mother! Now I could give all my attention to my baby and not to my bastard husband. My life has changed dramatically. Now I am the center of attention and all of my friends envied my pregnancy. I found too I had a lot more attention from men whom I scarcely knew. The sight of a pregnant woman’s body seems to attract men like flies. I had my belly rubbed by so many men that I started to get very excited whenever they rubbed me! I now had no love at all for David and he knew it! I began to take more notice of the men who constantly wanted to feel my belly and see if they could detect a movement of the baby inside. It didn’t take very long before one of these men was feeling my belly and then, without asking, slipped his hand down lower so that it was between my legs. It was a bit of a shock but it felt good to have a man hold me there. I helped the situation by pulling up my long skirt which was in the way so that the man could actually touch my cunt through my panties! He began to play with me and soon had me squirming to a point where I had to sit down before I fell down! He didn’t take his hand away and so I spread my legs and allowed him better access to my cunt. All of this took place in my garden and fortunately we had some privacy because of the surrounding fences. Now that he could see I wasn’t objecting he pulled aside my panties and played with my clit. Now I was so turned on, after so long with no-one playing with me, I began to cum. I had an orgasm which felt like an express train passing through my body! I wanted more so I told him to follow me into the house. David, of course, was at work so we weren’t likely to be interrupted and most of my friends rang before they called to make sure I was able to see them. I felt very safe. When we were inside I locked the front and back doors and, taking Ted by the hand, I led him into the bedroom. Just what was I doing – but then, just as quickly as I asked myself that question, I answered it with a “who cares!” Ted helped me remove my long skirt and top and now I only had on my big thick bra and my panties. Ted couldn’t wait to get these remaining items off me and he fumbled until he had the bra undone. My breasts were quite large now because of the pregnancy and I was very proud of them. My belly wasn’t terribly huge – I was only in my 5th month – but nevertheless it stuck out in front of me and I didn’t feel very attractive. Ted, on the other hand was worshipping my belly and my breasts and soon had my panties off as well. Now I was naked, and pregnant, lying on the bed in front of my best friend’s husband. He quickly removed all of his clothes and as soon as he was naked too, he climbed onto the bed and lay down beside me, gently caressing my huge belly. He leaned over me and kissed and sucked my nipples whilst gently squeezing my breasts. He then rested his head on my belly and told me he could hear the baby rumbling inside. I laughed and told him it was just that I was hungry and he wouldn’t be able to hear the baby. He turned his head around so that he was facing my feet and brought his hand between my legs and began playing with me. His fingers soon found my clit and he soon brought me to another orgasm. He told me how much he loved my hairy bush and also told me he had asked his wife to shave her bush off and she had liked it and now kept it shaved! He, however, liked a nice hairy cunt to play with and was disappointed his wife refused to allow it to grow back again. His playing with me soon brought on another orgasm and, for the first time with Ted, I reached down and grabbed his lovely hard cock in my hand. Ted asked me if it was safe to fuck me and I laughed but told him it might hurt me if he leaned on me too hard. The best idea was for me to lie on my back with my legs apart with the leg nearest to him lifted up. He could then slide between my legs whilst still at right angles to me because this would allow him to enter me without placing any weight on my extended belly. He quickly caught on and soon had his hard cock inside my cunt giving me all the pleasure I had been missing out on for so long! We both enjoyed that fuck more than I can tell. He was excited because he was fucking a pregnant woman and I was excited because I was being fucked after going so long without it! The last time I had been fucked was with the three island boys on our holiday. I envied my best friend because she could fuck him any time she wanted but I would have to wait until another convenient time arose for both of us. After Ted had gone and I was still lying naked on the bed, I began to think just what I had done. I decided I loved it and would do it again and as often as possible. The next time I managed to get together with Ted was the following week and the sex was just as good as the first time. We spent a glorious afternoon together and he fucked my twice before he had to leave to meet his wife. I felt good knowing he would be meeting my friend, his wife, as soon as he left me! Ted, of course, knew I didn’t love David any more and he asked me if I would be interested in having anyone else fuck me? I asked who he had in mind and he told me he had mentioned me to his brother who was divorced and he too would like to fuck a pregnant woman. I told him I wasn’t sure that would be a good idea but agreed to meet his brother at a coffee shop the next morning. Charlie was an extraordinary good looking man and I fell for him as soon as we introduced ourselves. He was charming as well and we shared a lovely cup of coffee together. He politely asked me if he would be able to see me at my home some afternoon soon and I just couldn’t help myself and agreed to meet him that afternoon! I would have taken him home with me but I wanted to have a shower and prepare myself for his visit so he had to give me some time to get ready. I just knew I would fuck him as soon as he called! I rushed home and showered and shaved my legs and underarms and applied my makeup, although not too much, and dressed in one of my prettiest blouses and a nice skirt ready for him. I dispensed with my bra – it was only going to get in the way - and I looked good without it provided I didn’t have to walk quickly! I toyed with the idea of leaving off my panties but thought I had better not look like too much of a slut although that was what he was calling for – I was to be a pregnant slut for him! Charlie arrived on time and presented me with a large bunch of pretty flowers – how thoughtful! We wasted very little time on preliminaries – he was anxious to fuck me and I wanted to fuck him – we soon made our intentions known and began stripping off our clothes. As soon as we were naked we began kissing and feeling each other and I was soon aroused to a peak I hadn’t reached before. He even knew about the position to fuck me and although he played with me and gave me several orgasms, I just wanted him inside me! His cock was huge and I felt wonderful as he pushed it carefully into my cunt. Sex with Charlie was great. There is no other word to describe it! After our second fuck for the afternoon I was hooked on Charlie and wanted him again and again. I didn’t want to push my luck too far and suggested we meet again next week but he asked why we couldn’t meet tomorrow? This thrilled me and we soon made plans for next day. I was a little afraid David would detect my happiness when he arrived home but he didn’t seem to notice me at all and so I was safe. Charlie called on me just about every day it was possible. Of course he couldn’t call when David wasn’t at work but he was there every other day for me! It soon became obvious to both of us there was more than just the odd casual fuck between us. After about a month and a half of fucking Charlie, he surprised me by taking me in his arms after a rather torrid session of sex and actually proposed marriage to me! He stunned me completely as, although I knew we both enjoyed the others company, I looked on it more as a fling whilst I was pregnant and then it would be over. Charlie was deadly serious and told me he wanted to marry me and move away from this city and start all over again with the baby making three! I told him I was married but he assured me that could easily be finished in divorce and he would then marry me! I realized he was very serious – more so that I had thought before – and decided there and then that I would leave David immediately! What a big step. Charlie lived in the home he and his wife had shared before the divorce and he told me it really needed a woman in the house to make it like a home! I had only known Charlie for a little over 6 weeks but I knew he was sincere and I really did love him, particularly his kind attention to me and my body. Charlie knew, of course, how my baby had been conceived and said that wouldn’t make any difference to him – he loved me and would love my baby no matter what color it was! I really believed him. We made all the necessary arrangement that afternoon and quickly gathered all of the possessions which I believed were mine alone and, without delay, Charlie organized for a truck to pick up my goods and take them to his house. All of my clothes were gone and my few material possessions with them – I now had nothing in the house which belonged to me. As soon as David arrived home I greeted him with the news I was leaving him. He just shrugged his shoulders and said “Good luck, I guess it had to come sooner or later and now is a good time before the brat arrives!” If nothing else had convinced me, David’s words certainly did! He didn’t love me at all. I left Charlie’s address with him in case he needed to contact me urgently but that was really the end of David. Charlie was waiting for me in his car outside the house and so I simply said goodbye to David and walked out to the car. Charlie kissed me and helped me into the car and we drove off to a new life together. My life with Charlie was wonderful and he looked after me splendidly before the baby was born and was an absolutely amazing father to little Benny! Benny was born after a rather short labor and it was a comparatively easy birth. I told Charlie it was an easy birth because of all the sex right up to the time of the birth and than he had done a marvelous job of stretching me! Benny was so close to white that not even a soul thought he wasn’t Charlie’s baby! When my divorce became final Charlie again asked me to marry him and I accepted! We were married as soon as possible and have lived a very happy life together so far. We are a very devoted couple with a wonderful son we both love so much! Who could ask for more?