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.”
“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.
“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
