“I am going to fuck you into next week and then I’ll fuck you again.”
Andrea looked up shocked at his words, and then before she knew it, Ben whirled her around and bent her slightly over the crib. She heard him fumble with his zipper and he rubbed in between her legs again.
“So wet, “ he mused. And then before she knew what was happening she felt his hard, thick cock push deep into her, filling all of her and she threw her head back and moaned gutturally like a wild animal. He thrust into her again and again, picking up speed and she held onto to the crib as she felt his cock slide in and out.
“Oh, god, Andrea,” he cried out, “You are so fucking hot!” He gripped her belly and rubbed it as he pounded her over and over again. He began to pick up speed and cupped her breast with one had and began to rub in between her legs with the other. Andrea felt another more intense orgasm building and she fleetingly thought of the beauty of pregnant orgasms. Andrea couldn’t hold on any longer. “Ohhhhhhh,” she cried out as she gripped the crib harder and felt another orgasm take control of her body. She felt Ben slam into her one more time before crying out himself and then stilling behind her. As Andrea came back down she became aware of Ben rubbing her hardened belly. Andrea smiled at the tightness of her uterus, enjoying her just-fucked feeling. Ben slowly pulled himself out of her and Andrea felt his cum slowly trickle out of her.
“It’s a good thing Mark isn’t home tonight,” Ben said, a sexy grin on his face as he zipped up his pants and fixed his shirt.
“Did you like that?” he asked. Andrea found her voice, “It was incredible,” she answered honestly. Ben glanced at his watch and a look of guilt crossed his face. “I need to get back to Laura. I’m going to tell her I was helping you hang shelves.” Andrea nodded speechless, feeling her stomach return to normal and realizing suddenly how naked she was.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get to taste your pussy,” Ben said as if commenting on the weather, “I hope Mark goes away again soon.” And with that he left the room and Andrea heard him on the stairs.
Andrea was spent and didn’t want to think about the ramifications on her marriage. What happened with Ben was delicious and she wanted to revel in it. She climbed into her bed naked, wanting to leave Ben’s smell and juice on her. She would shower in the morning.
Andrea woke up the next day and finally took a shower to wash Ben off her body. In one sense, she was relieved that Mark was coming home today because he was her husband, but at the same time, she was depressed because that meant no more trysts with sexy Ben. As she soaped up her big belly, and larger-than-normal breasts, Andrea’s mind drifted towards her hot evening and she found herself touching herself at the memory of Ben. How incredible it felt to have someone find her altered state sexy, and not only to find her sexy, but acted on the attraction. Andrea admitted it was a bit kinky that Ben was drawn to her pregnant shape, but who was she to complain?
Later that afternoon, after Mark had arrived home and had gotten himself unpacked, Andrea approached him timidly while he was sitting on the bed reading a magazine. Mark smiled at her and kept reading. Andrea tried as seductively as possible to lower herself onto the bed. Mark gazed at her, amused, and continued reading. Andrea slowly reached her hand up to Mark’s pants and began massaging his cock through his jeans.
“Jesus, Andrea!” he exclaimed, as he jumped. Andrea smiled sweetly and licked her lips.
“I thought you’d like a little welcome home present,” she purred as she undid his button and fly and inched the pants down his waist. Mark scooted to the other side of the bed.
“Babes, believe me, I’d love for you to jerk me off now, but you know how it is. Once I get close to coming, I need to be inside of you. I just can’t right now with you being so pregnant. We’ll get back into our groove once the baby comes.”
Frustrated, Andrea heaved herself off the bed.
“You think we’ll have time for sex once the baby arrives?” she huffed, hands on her hips.
“I’m horny now, Mark! I want to have you inside me, now! What the hell is wrong with you? Why don’t you want to have sex with me?!” she questioned, her voice rising.
“It’s just too — too — weird,” Marks shrugged and looked away.
“Well, I know you, Mark and I know what kind of sex drive you used to have! How often are you jerking yourself off since you won’t touch me?” Andrea asked, heatedly.
“I don’t know,” Mark looked sheepish, “every other day or so.”