“Well, fuck you, Mark!” Andrea yelled. “Why don’t you jerk yourself off again while your big, fat, horny wife works in the garage.” Damn these pregnancy mood swings, Andrea thought as she stormed out into the garage.
Once in the garage, Andrea’s head began to clear a bit. She refused to dwell on her home situation, and instead, thought back onto her adulterous evening the night before. Andrea began to work on stenciling the baby’s dresser, which was still in the garage. Once she finished the stenciling, it could be moved up to the baby’s room. From a distance, Andrea heard the lawnmower start up. Obviously, Mark did not please himself and decided to busy himself with yard work. Screw him, Andrea thought as she focused on the painting. A moment later, Andrea let out a scream as she felt hands wrap around her belly.
“Hey sexy,” Ben murmured.
“Ben, what the fuck? What are you doing in here?” Andrea asked, spinning around
“I was pulling the trash can down the driveway and I saw your hot ass in here,” he reached around said-ass, and pulled her towards him so that her belly rested against his stomach.
“I can’t stop thinking about last night,” he said staring at her hungrily. Andrea pushed him away, looking around her.
“Mark is right outside,” she hissed, “What the hell are you doing?” then she paused and let her guard down for a moment, “I can’t stop thinking about it either.”
“He’s cutting the grass. As long as we hear the mower running, we know he isn’t coming down here,” Ben reasoned seductively as he slowly traced his tongue down her neck and pulled down her V-neck shirt to expose her bra.
“Mmmm” he whispered as he pulled her bra down and letting her right breast pop up and out, before he took the whole thing into his mouth and sucked.
“Ben!” Andrea tried to push him away, but he released her other breast and she caved, letting Ben have his way with her enormous breasts. They obviously began to leak as Ben sucked down whatever fluid they released. Ben licked his lips and brought his mouth to Andrea’s and began kissing her passionately as his hands roamed her entire body, grasping at her, pulling at her soft flesh, and rubbing her belly.
“Oh god, Andrea,” he moaned as he grabbed her hand and placed it on his erection. Andrea breathed in sharply at the feel of his hardness through his jeans.
“Look what you do to me, Andrea. It takes Laura forever to make me hard, but all I need to do is look at you and I’m ready to bust a nut.” Ben slipped his hands down the back of her pants and grabbed Andrea’s ass forcefully.
“Ohhh!” cried out Andrea, loving the sensation of the bit of pain and the pleasure that followed. Her hand flew to her mouth to cover the sound.
“Mark can’t hear us, baby. I’m going to take you from behind again. I’m going to fuck you so that your knees buckle,” and with that Ben spun her around so that she was facing over the dresser, and she steadied herself against it. With expert hands, Ben pulled down her pants and then dragged her panties down her legs. He slipped his hand between her legs and moaned at her wetness.
“God, I love how wet you are. We don’t have much time, or else I would bury my face in you,” he said in a husky voice as he fumbled with his pants. Andrea felt the tingling in her groin and the anticipation of Ben’s fat cock driving itself deep into her being. She braced herself against the dresser ready for the onslaught. Oh, yes, she felt the sweet pressure and fullness as he entered her over and over again.
“I. Could. Fuck. Your. Hot. Pregnant. Self. Every. Minute. Of. Every. Day, “ he panted with each thrust.
Andrea couldn’t control her silence any longer.
“Yes, Ben! Please! Harder! Just! Like! That!” Andrea began to feel the build and her legs began to quiver. Ben sensed her build up and began to plunge into her with even more urgency as deep moans escaped from his lips. Andrea grasped the dresser tightly and then her orgasm hit like a thousand fire works shooting off inside her, over her belly, breasts and down her legs. She rocked, moaned and cried out as it overtook her and her body slacked and Ben held her up as he thrust one last final time before crying out and leaning against her. Andrea’s jagged breathing began to slow down as she came back to earth and felt Ben’s cock still deep inside her as he shook from his own orgasm. Andrea felt the tightness stretch over her belly from the orgasm, and she couldn’t take it any longer as she began to fall to her knees. Ben caught her and slowly helped her onto the ground. Andrea was a mess of liquid and just-fucked jelly legs. Ben propped her up against the dresser and began to rub her big, tight, belly softly while planting kisses on it.