Pregnant and Horny 3, a short story by finch. Date added: 2010-12-21. Times viewed: 8484.
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- Intro: She confesses to her husband and gets her just desserts. Preg, exhib, slutwife, HJ, anal
(For maximum enjoyment, please read “Pregnant and Horny” and “Pregnant and Horny 2” before this story.)
I wandered in a daze from the tube station to my apartment, overwhelmed with conflicting emotions. I was a happily married woman, carrying my husband’s child, and in short order I had jumped the mail boy at work and been fucked in the ass by a total stranger on the train! What was wrong with me? It was all well and good to blame the hormones from the pregnancy. Lord knows I had never been so voraciously horny before. But what was I going to tell my husband?
Today I was grateful that I always arrived home before Don. I needed time to sort out my feelings and figure out what to say to him. I buried my cum and pussy juice drenched clothes in the hamper and took a long shower. I felt like if I scrubbed long enough, maybe I could wash away my sins, but my hormone-crazed body betrayed me again. Washing my breasts I remembered the touch of the hands and lips of Dennis the mail boy on them, and my nipples grew hard. I played with them, twisting and pulling on them and making little whimpering sounds. I forced myself to stop, and focused on washing off all evidence of my wickedness. I soaped my pussy and backside, trying to wash away the cum that still leaked from both openings.
My pussy was still raw from the pounding Dennis had given it, and the warm soapy water was soothing. I couldn’t help thinking of riding his hard rod on my office floor that afternoon. It was so wicked, but it felt so good! I forced my hand away from the growing wetness in my cunt and turned to my oozing bum, where the stranger’s spunk still dribbled out. My asshole was sore and I probed it gingerly, determined to wash away all the evidence of my transgression. I washed the opening and gently probed inside, remembering the startling but thrilling feeling of a hard cock being forced into me from behind in the crush of the rush-hour train. The soap eased the passage of my fingers and I slipped them in and out, marveling at how good it felt and feeling amazed that I had overlooked a source of such immense pleasure for so many years.
I closed my eyes, the fingers of one hand pushing in and out of my soapy bumhole, and the other hand alternating between my aching tits and my swelling pussy. I SO needed to be fucked, and I wished Don would come home so I could, could…I wasn’t sure what I meant to do, but I knew I needed him, badly and soon.
I was startled out of my reverie by the sound of the door closing downstairs, and Don’s call of “I’m home, Luv!” I scrambled out of the shower, suddenly nervous, the aching and throbbing of my nether regions distracting me from all the things I had wanted to say to my husband. I had toweled off and shrugged into a robe when I heard Don come into the bedroom. I opened the bathroom door, trying to find the right words in my confused mind, when Don burst in.
“There’s my gorgeous bride!” he said with a big grin. He moved forward and put his arms around me, giving me a sweet kiss. I loved him so much. He eased my robe open and ran a hand gently over my swelling belly.
“How’s our little miracle today?” he said with a voice full of love. He looked up into my eyes, and leaned forward for another kiss. All the feelings in my body swelled and I pressed myself against him, pushing my tongue into his mouth.
“I missed you,” he murmured into my ear, one hand caressing a very full breast. He looked down and pulled my robe open further, using both hands to cup my recently expanded tits.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, and bending down kissed one nipple and then the other. I groaned and pushed him toward the bed. Don fell over and I sprawled on top of him, his mouth never leaving my breasts. His hands moved around me and stroked my back and my ass as he licked and sucked my aching nipples. I could feel his bulging erection through his pants.
“That feels so good, Baby,” I murmured.
“I want to make you feel good,” he said softly. His fingers found both nipples and twisted them the way I love, and I felt the familiar gush between my legs.
“Ooohhh,” I moaned. I felt his hard dick pulse against my belly, and I slid down over his body until I could reach his belt. I quickly tugged it loose then yanked down his zipper and freed his magnificent organ. It was big and hard and beautiful. A drop of precum glistened at the tip. I moaned again and wrapped my lips around it, sucking him in deep.
Don groaned with pleasure. I sucked him eagerly. His swollen cock filled my mouth, pressing against my tongue. As I took him in, the tip pressed against my cheek, bulging it outward. I loved the way he felt in my mouth, the musky taste of him, the small sounds of ecstasy he made as I sucked him. My excitement grew. I was so wet. My pussy and tits ached to be satisfied. I loved to suck Don until he filled my mouth with his hot cum, but not this time.
I shrugged out of my robe and slid back up a little on top of Don’s body. I tugged his pants down to further free his beautiful cock, and lifted my body a little. Taking my breasts in either hand I stroked the left one up and down the length of Don’s big dick, then repeated it with the right one. He shivered with pleasure, and my nipples got even harder. I wrapped my tits around his cock and stroked softly up and down, up and down. I bent my neck and when his dick peeked out from between my breasts, I licked as much as I could reach. I LOVE the taste of his beautiful cock! I began moving faster, up and down, up and down, and Don began panting. Precum oozed in a steady stream from the tip of his dick, and I knew he wouldn’t last much longer. I longed to let his hot seed splash over my tits and into my face, but I couldn’t contain myself any longer.
I rose onto my knees, straddling Don and taking his cock in my hand, guided it into my aching cunt. I sank down slowly, so drenched with pussy juice that he slid right in to the hilt. We both groaned with pleasure. I began rocking back and forth, grinding my clit against his pubic bone. Don lifted his hips and pushed deeper inside me. His big cock stretched me and filled me and felt so right. We both began moving faster and I felt Don’s staff reach deeper inside me. He started grunting and thrusting his hips off the bed, lifting me in the air and impaling me on his hard shaft. My hands twisted my nipples frantically and keening noises escaped from my throat. Don roared and I cried out loud as our orgasms came together, his hot seed splashing inside my cunt as the pounding waves of pleasure tore through my body again and again. I collapsed on the bed and Don curled around me, taking me protectively in his arms. I wept.
“What is it, Honey?” he asked. I couldn’t answer, I just sobbed louder.
Don lay next to me, his arms around me, idly stroking my swollen belly.
“Tell me, Sugarplum. What’s troubling you?” he asked again.
“You-you-you’re going to haaate me!” I wailed through my tears. He continued stroking me and making soothing noises.
“I could never hate you, Bunny,” he said. “I love you. I always will.”
So I told him. About my boobs aching to be touched. About flashing men on the train and in dressing rooms. About the guys at work staring at my tits and unbuttoning my tops to encourage them. He just kept making sympathetic noises and insisting he would always love me.
And, then, sobbing, I told him about seducing Dennis the mailroom boy at work, and about being fucked in the ass by a total stranger on the train. I felt so dirty and disgusted with myself. It was over, I knew. He would never want anything to do with me after the way I had behaved. He just lay there, stroking me.
“Say something,” I pleaded. He leaned over and kissed my cheek.
“I love you,” he said.
“Still?” I inquired, disbelieving.
“Always,” Don insisted. He kissed my tear-stained cheeks.
“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I don’t know why I behaved that way.”
“Sssshhh,” he whispered. “It’s not your fault. It’s just the hormones.” He reached around me and lifted one of my swollen breasts.
“They have grown a lot, haven’t they?” he asked.
“Mmhm.” I sniffled. He reached the other hand under me and hefted the other breast.
“They’re very beautiful. I can understand why men would look.”
“Of course. I would, too.” He tweaked the nipples and they grew instantly hard. He began gently pulling at them and twisting them the way he knows I love.
“And I can see why you’d enjoy showing them off,” he went on, caressing them. I shivered with pleasure.
“Of course,” Don said. “It must have made you feel so beautiful and sexy.” I nodded guiltily and agreed in a small voice.
“Would your nipples get hard like this when they looked at you?” Don asked, tugging at them again.
“Mmhm,” I said again. “Sometimes.”
“You must have really wished somebody could play with them for you,” he said understandingly, continuing to stroke and squeeze my tits.
“Yes,” I said, in a stronger voice. “Sometimes, sometimes it was so bad.”
“Mmm,” Don said sympathetically. “What would you do then?”
“Well,” I said. “Sometimes I would play with them myself.” I felt Don nod.
“Of course,” he said. He took my hands in his and placed them over my breasts.
“Show me,” he ordered.
I closed my eyes and began rhythmically squeezing my tits, tugging and twisting the nipples, mashing them under my hands. My breath came faster.
“Does that feel good?” Don asked.
“Mmhm,” I agreed.
“Do you play with your tits like this at work?” he asked.
“Sometimes,” I said breathily, caught up in the delicious feelings coming from my swollen breasts. I felt Don’s hand stray down across my belly.
“You must get very turned on when you do that,” he said.
“Yeah,” I agreed, still pulling at my nipples. Don’s hand moved between my legs. A finger slipped between my pussy lips and I gasped.
“Mm, I can see that you do,” he acknowledged. “What do you do then?”
“Sometimes I go to the ladies’ and get myself off,” I told him.
“I can see how you would need to,” he said. He reached up and took one of my hands from my breast and moved it down between my legs.
“Show me,” he ordered again.
My hand began moving over my swollen pussy lips, stroking, teasing, pulling. I slipped a finger inside, then two. I was so wet. My fingers circled my clit and teased it, making it harder. I made little whimpering noises. I felt Don’s hand cover mine, moving with me, and that made it somehow even more stimulating. His other hand covered mine where it caressed my breast, squeezing and mashing my hand into my aching tit.
“You’ve been terribly horny lately, haven’t you?” he said.
“Mmhmm,” I agreed biting my lip.
“And that’s why you’ve been showing off your gorgeous body, isn’t it?”
“Yeah…” I felt his fingers pushing into my sopping pussy with mine. I opened my legs wider. Don moved his body up closer behind me. I could feel his cock pressing against my ass. It was hard again.
“And you need to come so bad, don’t you?” he asked.
“Mmhm,” I agreed, my fingers flying.
“You need to come every day, as much as possible, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I whimpered, flicking my clit frantically.
“And you have to be fucked as much as possible, don’t you?” Don asked.
“Yes!” I agreed. “Yes! Every day!” His fingers pushed in and out of my cunt with my own and I pulled hard on my nipples.
“You couldn’t help fucking Dennis, could you?” he asked. “You needed it so bad.”
“I couldn’t help it!” I agreed.
“And his big cock felt so good inside you when you were riding him, didn’t it?”
“Oh God!” was all I could say.
“Did he make you come hard?”
“Oh God. Yes! I came so hard!” Don’s strong hands played with my tits and my dripping cunt.
“You must have still been dripping wet when you got on the train.” Don said.
“I was!” I agreed. “I was so wet!”
“And Dennis’ cum was still running from your hot cunt, wasn’t it?” he asked, pushing almost his whole hand inside my quim now. I opened my legs still wider. I felt Don moving behind me, his big hard cock slipping up and down against my ass, sliding in the pussy juices that had run down there.
“It was! It was!” I acknowledged. I desperately needed to come now.
“Did it excite you when you felt that strange man’s cock pressing against your ass?” he asked.
“Yes,” I hissed, pushing my ass back against Don’s big erection.
“I bet you liked it when he pulled your skirt up in front of all those people, didn’t you?”
“I did,” I answered in a little girl voice. I ground my ass against him and pressed his fingers harder into my cunt.
“Is that the first time you ever had a man’s cock in your ass?”
“Yesss,” I hissed again.
“And you loved it, didn’t you?”
“YES!” I yelled. I reached between my legs and grabbed Don’s dick. I positioned it at the entrance to my asshole and pushed back hard.
“YES!” I said again. “I loved it! I loved having my fucking ass fucked in front of all those people!” Don pushed his cock deeper inside my ass while his hands played with my nipples and clit. I felt wild.
“Fuck!” I said. “ I need to fuck! I need to fuck ALL the time. I need to fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck your big fucking cock in my pussy and in my fucking ass! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUCCCCKKK!!!!” I screamed, thrashing with the hugest explosive orgasm of my entire life. I felt like I would split open, burst into flame, explode into atoms. I felt Don gush a huge load of steaming cum into my ass as I thrashed, my arms and legs flying wildly and my head flailing from side to side.
Finally I lay exhausted, silent tears running down my cheeks, from exhaustion, guilt or just pure release, I don’t know.
“Do you still love me?” I asked my husband.
“More than ever,” he said.
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