their driveway.
Andrea stood in her doorway stunned watching Ben stride sexily across her lawn. Oh shit is right, she thought. If only Ben knew how desperate Andrea was for sexual interaction and how horny she felt all the time. Andrea could already feel fluid leaking out into her panties from her arousal. She sighed, another telltale sign of her pregnancy. Andrea left the box where Ben had placed it. She was fairly certain it was the baby swing, and she would leave it for Mark to assemble once he was home. She decided to go back into the nursery to finish folding clothes. She fumed going up the steps, angry again with Mark for withholding sex from her, even if he thought he meant well. Maybe if Mark would just give it to her nice and hard, she wouldn’t be fantasizing about her sexy neighbor having his way with her.
Once in the nursery, Andrea began laying clothes inside drawers. She glanced outside the window at Ben’s long driveway, which ran parallel to her house. Andrea caught a glimpse of Ben grabbing his trashcan and start hauling it up the driveway. The nursery window only faced Ben’s backyard as his house sat further up a hill. Without thinking about what she was doing, Andrea quickly peeled off her camisole letting her engorged breasts fall out heavily onto her belly. 2 soft white nursing pads fell to the floor. Andrea always forgot about these. She had begun leaking last week and had been wearing them ever since. She swiftly turned towards the window and acted as if she was preoccupied with the changing table, allowing Ben a full view of her beautiful breasts. Oh my god, what am I doing, she thought to herself. She took solace in the fact that no one else could see, especially Ben’s wife, Laura, with whom she was friendly. Andrea smiled inwardly at herself. She felt sexy and liberated. Ben probably didn’t even notice as he was heading up the driveway, anyway. Next thing she knew, Andrea heard loud footsteps pounding up the stairs. What the hell, she thought frantically. Mark wasn’t due home till tomorrow. Ben burst through the nursery door, with a wild, lustful look in his eyes. Andrea backed away toward the window.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he growled yanking the curtain closed. Andrea spluttered incoherently. “Are you trying to drive me insane?” he asked, and with that he pushed Andrea up against the window and drove his tongue deep into her mouth. Andrea moaned as her body went slack and then she eagerly met his kiss back with matched passion. Ben began to kiss her down her neck while he rubbed her belly softly.
“I have wanted to fuck you ever since your belly began to grow.” Andrea felt the tingling between her legs and began to tug at Ben’s belt buckle.
“Please,” she moaned, “fuck me.” Ben gasped and pulled back to look at Andrea’s face. His eyes were filled with longing and carnal desire.
“You don’t need to ask me twice,” he said huskily before pushing hungrily against her mouth again.
Andrea felt his tongue slide into her mouth and he swirled it around. He massaged her belly and moaned as he felt how round she was. He then lowered his mouth to her belly and began licking it softly. Andrea squeezed her eyes closed and felt his warm, wet silky mouth all over her swollen flesh. His fingers grazed over every kiss and her nerve endings were firing like crazy. She grabbed onto his dark hair and steadied herself. Her knees were feeling weak from the intense pleasure. Andrea could already feel a soft building in her groin. She felt her wetness seeping through her panties and the feeling was delicious. Ben then made his way up to her breasts and cupped one softly in his hand while he moved his mouth to her other breast.
“No!” Andrea spoke quickly pulled out of her pleasure. Ben gazed up quizzically, panting from his longing. “I’m — I’m — leaking,” she stammered.
“Even better,” said Ben huskily as he moved his warm mouth to her breast and began to suck. Andrea gasped from the intense pleasure and slight sting it brought. She instantly felt the pull between her legs and remembered how she had dated a guy in college who had made her come just from playing with her nipples. Ben looked up at her from between his thick lashes.
“More?” he asked softly. Andrea nodded. “I can’t hear you,” Ben chastised. “More,” Andrea begged, rolling her head back.
Ben began to suck and pull at her nipples simultaneously while switching between nipples every few seconds or so. Andrea could feel his tongue flick and circle and his teeth slowly nibble. Oh god, she thought, I am going to come right now. She began to feel the build of a powerful orgasm, an orgasm only another person could give her. This wasn’t going to be the mediocre kind she was giving herself while rubbing herself in bed at night. “Don’t. Stop.” she groaned between pants. Ben began to move more quickly pulling her nipples harder, and Andrea arched up against the window allowing her breasts to push forward into Ben’s hand and savory mouth. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, Ahhhhhhhhhhhgggggghhhhh,” she yelled as she rose and soared and shook uncontrollably under Ben’s touch. Her body spasmed and her belly tightened across the middle from the orgasmic contraction. She shook and she felt liquid trickle out of her warm pussy and she came powerfully. She began to come down and she fumbled for Ben’s shoulders to steady herself. Ben pulled away from her breasts and began to kiss her mouth as he slowly pulled down her maternity band on her pants.
“Did it feel good, honey?” he asked softly. Andrea nodded, unable to speak. Ben licked his lips. “Your colostrum tasted delicious. Sweet like sugar.” Andrea moaned softly as Ben pulled her pants down her legs and then rubbed her hard stomach.
“Your hard belly is so sexy,” he took a little sharp intake of breath as he ran his hands down into her panties. “Oh, Andrea, you are so wet for me.” Andrea stepped out of her pants, and Ben turned her so her back was to him, and he gently pushed her up against the crib.
“I’m going to take you from behind now,” he told her. “Is this what Mark does to you, baby?” he asked while pulling down her panties and slowly rubbing her wet clitoris. Andrea shook her head not wanting to answer.
“Tell me what he does to your hot, pregnant self,” he insisted.
“N-n — nothing,” she stammered. Ben whirled her around to face him and her pregnant belly pushed up hard against Ben and she felt his rock hard erection through his pants.
“He doesn’t fuck you?” Ben asked shocked.
“No. He’s — he’s afraid he’ll hurt the baby,” Andrea looked down at her belly and she could slowly feel the contraction easing away.
“Oh, Andrea. You must be out of your mind with desire,” Ben shook his head sadly.
“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,
