The Pregnant Lactating Slut(13)

“Twice in twenty-four hours, Andrea, you have made me come harder than I ever have. Even when Laura was pregnant, I was never this aroused by her.” Ben smiled and closed his eyes.

“I had no idea you had the hots for pregnant women,” Andrea said wryly as she rose to her feet. She could still hear the lawn mower running as she pulled her pants up and fixed her blouse.

“Why would you?” asked Ben, “After all, we are just friendly neighbors.” He smiled slyly. He stood up and tucked his pants into his jeans before pulling them up and buttoning them.

“I’m so glad that I was able to come down here and help you fix this dresser drawer,” he said smoothly patting the dresser. Andrea felt a pull between her legs at the thought of their transgression.

“Oh yes,” she said with equal smoothness, “I’m so glad you helped, too.” She felt a trickle of Ben’s juices run into her underwear and it made her shiver. Just then the lawn mover shut off and they each did a quick once-over of each other and nodded their approval.

“Ben!” Mark exclaimed walking into the garage.

“Hey, Mark,” Ben responded tapping the dresser. “I was just helping Andrea here fix this drawer. She didn’t want to disturb you.” Andrea nodded staring at the man who had just fucked her brains out, and then at her clueless husband.

“Um, thanks, Ben,” she said, finally finding her voice.

“Any time, “ Ben said meaningfully and the meaning was certainly not lost on Andrea. While Mark was staring at the dresser, Ben winked at her before disappearing up the driveway.

“I didn’t even know there was something wrong with the drawer,” Mark mused.

“Oh, yeah, nothing major,” Andrea waved off the dresser. “I’m sweating; I think I’ll take a shower.” And then she looked pointedly at Mark, “I’d invite you to join me, but since you don’t want to screw your pregnant wife, I won’t bother.”

“I’m worried about sex, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to shower with you,” Mark said hurt filling his voice. Oh shit, Andrea thought, now my husband is going to help me rinse off the remnants of our neighbor. And with that, she shook her head, and led the way upstairs to the bathroom.

A whole week had passed and Andrea had barely a glimpse of Ben. Twice this week, she had come forcefully in her sleep while dreaming of their trysts. Luckily, Mark was a heavy sleeper and didn’t notice. Mark was heading out of town in two days and as wrong as she knew it was, Andrea couldn’t help but hope that Ben would indulge her with some hot, pregnant sex. Who knew when this baby would come, and Andrea was insatiable for Ben’s cock. She felt the urge to get it in, literally, before she would be consumed with motherhood. She thought maybe she and Ben could continue their arrangement once the baby came, but then she realized she would lose her pregnant belly, and Ben would probably no longer be attracted to her. She saddened at the thought, and wished Ben wasn’t so kinky and would still want to have hot, dirty sex with her afterwards. Lost in her reverie, Andrea walked out to get the mail. As she retrieved the contents from the mailbox, she realized she was looking directly at Ben who was also getting his mail. Every bone in Andrea’s body began to come alive and she felt a sensation deep between her legs. Ben looked at her, winked and brought his two fingers to his mouth, spread his fingers and flicked his tongue between them. Andrea gasped. Ben rubbed his cock through his pants then turned and headed back to his house. Andrea could already feel her wetness. But then she quickly looked around the neighborhood to make sure no one had noticed. What kind of game was Ben playing? Andrea couldn’t help the shiver of excitement and arousal that went down her spine at the thought of Ben and his cock; their neighborhood affair, happening outside in broad daylight, with their spouses just yards away. Andrea would have some more hot thoughts tonight as she rubbed her pussy.

Two days later, Andrea kissed Mark lightly on the cheek and watched as he hauled his suitcase into the car and drove off. This would be his last trip before the baby arrived. Hopefully the baby would hold off until his return. Andrea was 38 weeks and didn’t want to have to go to the hospital alone. She also was hoping to carry on her steamy affair with Ben. Andrea walked over to the mirror and slowly peeled off her clingy maternity dress. She stood in just her bra and panties. A thick red nursing bra with teeny bits of lace, held her fat, engorged breasts up. Her belly filled out and made a huge arch from her breasts to her pubic bone. Black boyfriend shorts covered her bottom half. Andrea did a slow turn in front of the mirror and marveled at how big her breasts and belly had become. Slowly, she pulled one breast out of her bra and took her nipple and squeezed it between her thumb and forefinger. She moaned softly at the pleasure it brought her, and she noticed the few droplets of thin, yellow liquid that appeared. She rubbed her finger against it and slowly sucked. The liquid had a faint sweetness to it. Andrea pushed her breast back inside her bra and ran her hands over her swollen belly. She stopped at her underwear and slowly placed her hand inside, reaching the best she could while standing up. She rubbed her clitoris softly, feeling the wetness that came so readily nowadays. She pulled her hand out of her panties and righted them. She slowly pulled her dress back up over her legs, stretching it over her belly and slipped her arms back into the sleeves.