I don't even think he was paying any attention at all to what I was doing until he felt me envelop his soft cock inside my mouth and give it a good hard suck. He got quiet and I looked up into his eyes for a brief second and winked. I then cradled his sack with one hand and started pumping with the other while resuming my sucking. It took only a few seconds for him to reach his full six inches... hard and oh, so ready for me.
I maneuvered him around the edge of the bed, all the while continuing to work on him with my tongue and lips. Once I forced him down onto his back, I sucked and licked and nibbled his cock until I knew he would stay hard enough to bring me off. But as I climbed on top of him and reached between our legs he held me up with a stern look on his face.
"What are you doing?" he almost barked at me.
I just stared at him blankly, not knowing what to say. What the fuck did he think I was doing??
"I thought you were just going to finish me that way like you usually do! We can't do anything else with you like that!"
"What on Earth are you talking about?" I responded, trying as best I could to remain calm. True, I had done nothing but give blowjobs and play with myself for the past five months; even before I was showing really, he had stopped wanting anything else from me. But that wasn't because I didn't want anything else. I had even forced him to go to one of my checkups so my doctor could tell us that sex was alright, even healthy, but he just stood there with that stupid "Cop Face" like he was about to write the poor woman a ticket!
The cock in my hand was completely flaccid now and he was trying to push me off without hurting me – I'll give the bastard that much! He wouldn't even look at my stomach, which the towel had completely bared by now. I confirmed right then and there that it was me that he was not attracted to. As long as he couldn't see that belly he was fine.
Now, I am normally a crier and very emotional, and I at least would have argued or something, but something inside me just told me to keep my cool that day. He watched me cautiously as he got off the bed and grabbed a pair of shorts to cover himself. I knew he was expecting me to lash out or burst into tears, and perhaps that is what he wanted to see. So that he could argue or tell me it was just my hormones. Well, fuck him! I was not going to give him the pleasure. And he had another thing coming if he thought I was going to be giving out blowjobs for the remainder of this pregnancy either!
I lay back on the bed after he left and tried to make excuses for his actions. I always did that in order to keep us from fighting. There were no excuses this time though. A much younger, cuter, sexier man had found no problem with me, and yet my own husband whose baby I was carrying didn't see me the same way?
Obviously it was due to the circumstances of what had happened that day, because I honestly don't know how I would have reacted if I had not yet met Matt. What I do know now is that I apparently decided at that very moment that I was going to have an affair. And if that adorable little stud muffin wanted my fat pregnant body and thought it was beautiful in the process, then who was I to deny something like that? I needed the attention and I don't know how he could have seen it, but his saying that to me, at that particular moment, on that particular day pretty much sealed the deal so to speak.
Now remember, at that time I still wasn't sure how far I could bring myself to go, or if I was going to do anything much at all. What I did know is that I had an incredible attraction to this young stranger that I probably in all honesty would never have noticed if he had not approached me and been so shockingly forward. I refused to act like a desperate, lonely housewife; so I made a point of not calling him for over a week. He may have just been humoring me with all those compliments anyway, and I wasn't sure if he would even want to just hang out with a bored pregnant woman he had just met.
I almost hung up after the third ring, because I certainly did not want to leave a message, when I heard him pick up. My heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute. I was flush. I felt like a teenager calling up a boy to a dance, for Christ's sake!
"God, I thought you'd never call!" he said.
I wasn't sure how to react. "You've been waiting all this time?"
"I sure as hell have."
I was quiet. Probably for a little too long, but then I said, "I wanted to thank you for the other day."
"Oh. That was nothing. Really it wasn't."
"And, well... I was wondering ... if you weren't terribly busy, if you would be able to come over and help me put it together. The crib I mean."
"I'd love to! Well, can't say that performing manual labor is something I'd love to do, but if it means seeing you again and helping you out at the same time, then I'd definitely love to."
He was cute. Corny, but cute.
"Well, whenever is good for you. I just want to get a feel for the room and it will be better once it is put together I think."
"Anytime is good. Today even. If that is ok."
I hesitated. I wanted to see him right now. Wanted to feel him and taste him and have him make love to me like I needed so much. I couldn't possibly move that fast though, could I? Then I thought all my life I had played by the rules and played games with men. Played hard to get, teased, didn't let on what I really wanted until usually too late.
I decided to let him come over in a couple of hours. I didn't want to sound too anxious, but I didn't want him to get the wrong idea either. What was the idea anyway? Even I was not sure. I certainly didn't want him thinking I didn't want him. I had to give him some reason to keep coming back.
Well, if you are going to act like a little hoe, then start playing the part, I said to myself. I had a young hottie coming over in less than two hours and I sure as heck did not want to be wearing shorts and an old t-shirt.
I decided on a pair of white stretch pants that I could bring just under my tummy, and showed off my butt pretty good if I do say so myself. It was my top that would show him I meant business though. It was a flimsy blouse with a low neck-line that showed off my swelling breasts, and just barely covered my pregnant belly. No bra. I was feeling very bad. My nipples rubbed against the silky material and sent shivers all around my sensitive breasts. I also decided not to wear any sandals. What was the point? I was in my own house and would want to take them off anyway as soon as we got upstairs to do the crib.
I am not a patient woman. I want what I want, when I want it. All that waiting for him to show up was driving me crazy. If he was a minute late I would be out of my mind! He wasn't though. Not only that, but he called me 30 minutes early and asked if he could just head on over. I tried not to sound too excited, but I had worked myself up so much by then, even allowing myself a little fantasy of him whisking me off into my bedroom and just ravishing me. Amidst all those thoughts, I am sure he could tell by my voice that I was more than pleased that he was coming early.
Part of me was expecting to be disappointed by his appearance when I saw him again. Perhaps I had been swept away by his compliments and since then made him out to be so much more than he was. But oh my! When I opened that door, as nonchalantly as possible, there he was looking every bit the yummy little stud muffin he had been the first time we'd met.
He wore a snug athletic tee that hugged his arms and chest nicely, but not in a way that was showing off. Low-rise dark faded denims and sneaks. He was holding a tool box in one hand so his muscles in that arm were bulging out a bit. I had the almost uncontrollable urge to just run my tongue all the way up that long vein and see what his reaction would be!
Apparently he was sizing me up at the same time, because by the time my eyes finally got back up to his face he was frowning and grinning while looking at my protruding stomach and ample cleavage.
"My god... I have never seen anything so incredible," he said, shaking his head. He looked into my eyes and smiled that smile again.
"View's not too bad from my point either," I ventured. I was feeling a bit bolder now.
I grabbed his free arm and pulled him inside, glancing to my neighbor's houses just in case.
I knew he was watching my ass in those tight pants as we walked up the stairs to the baby's future room. The knowledge that he could no doubt see my snug French laced panties, and would want me as much as I wanted him was excruciating. Turning around as we were talking, I saw him trying not to stare at me, but the poor thing couldn't help it. I was pretty much right there in front of his nose the whole way up.
Standing in the doorway to the baby's room, I purposely made him squeeze by me so that he would have to face me. We looked into each other's eyes and both smiled, and he took just a second longer than he needed to, but then of course he was trying not to hit me with that toolbox too. I let my fingers of both hands press against his chest, ever so lightly, as he entered the room and quickly made a pretense of getting busy.
Actually, he knew exactly what he was doing, and after getting the box open, all those pieces started to look like that expensive crib before I knew it. I sat on a chair for the first half-hour, helping him with what I could and just talking.
I found out he worked for himself, at home, like me; made his own hours of course. That was far too convenient for a woman as in need as I was. I tried not to think of the possibilities or the trouble I could get myself into as I watched him doing what my husband should have been doing. My mind started to drift to what else he could be doing that my husband should be doing! The more I stared the more I wanted what I shouldn't have. What I just couldn't have!
She was getting wet.
Plus, I had the air conditioner on, as I was always hot now during this pregnancy, and the fabric of that blouse combined with the cool air in that tiny room made my poor little nipples stand straight out it seemed. I wondered if it was a mistake to have dressed this way, but it sure seemed to make Matt happy, each and every time he snuck a glance in my direction.
I eventually got down on the floor with him, and he made a big deal about me being careful and helped me down to where he was. He was now able to see right down my blouse whenever I wanted him to. And I wanted him to frequently! I made a point of touching his arms as I handed him something or his knees when he stood up. I playfully touched his shoulder or his back when we joked.
We got to the point where he was going to have to stand up on his knees for a few minutes at least to put together the last few sections. I must be honest, he caught me more than once admiring that cute butt of his when he turned around to ask for another nut or bolt.
When he was finished at last and the crib was finally a crib he stood there admiring his work ... while I sat there on the floor just admiring him. He turned and looked down at me and must have seen the dreamy, flushed look on my face at being caught again. Matt reached out both hands to pull me to my feet, but I didn't want to get up just yet.
I pulled him back down on the floor with me and told him to relax a minute. He laughed and just lay there as I sat beside him, looking down at his face, his arms, his stomach which was now showing just a little due to his shirt riding up.
I saw him doing it, but I can't say now who kissed who first. I know that he propped himself up on his elbow and reached for my arm, and I at the same moment found my hand behind his head pulling his face even closer.
Those lips were everything I had desired that first day. Chewable, suckable, kissable, soft. He did not kiss me like a stranger. It felt like we were long lost lovers. It was slow at first to be sure, as we discovered the limits of what each of us wanted, but it quickly blossomed into one of the most passionate kissing sessions I have ever had in my life.
I found myself being lowered onto my back, while those spectacular kisses never ceased for a moment. He cradled the back of my head with his hand and proceeded to devour my mouth, or maybe I devoured his, because I found us competing and tongue dueling more often than not. My nipples were burning, my puss was on fire. I hadn't been kissed like this in years, if ever. He was taking my breath away and making me dizzy.
I don't know how long we kissed like that, but I do know that I eventually had to take his hand and place it up under my blouse. He immediately started running his hand all over my pregnant tummy, squeezing gently, as if sizing me up or something. When his hand reached one of my nipples it was too much. I came right then and there, squeezing my legs together and moaning into his mouth which still covered mine. I fucked his mouth with my tongue as I slowly recovered, and knew that I wanted... no, needed more.
Pushing him away, I shoved him onto his back and straddled him. Next, I pulled his shirt off and just sat there looking down at the fine young man beneath me. I ran my fingers along his abs and watched him squirm as I pinched his nipples between my fingers. His cock was pressing hard against my crotch through his jeans, and creating a bulge that was just perfect for me to rub myself off on.
I was nervous. I knew I shouldn't be doing this and I wasn't sure exactly how far to go. He was a perfect stranger really. A cute, young, delicious perfect stranger; but a stranger none-the-less.
I found that my puss had a mind of her own though. I was already rubbing my crotch back and forth; I could feel my clit pressed hard against his cock through that rough denim and my thin pants. I know it was a horrible thing to do, and I felt so selfish, but I needed to cum again.
I just pressed down hard on his chest and fucked him through our clothes right there in my baby's room.
What kind of woman was I, I thought, as I didn't make a move to stop him when he slid his hands up across my bare belly and took a breast in each hand. I had lost my blouse entirely somewhere along the way. We never broke eye contact as I continued my dry-humping, and I doubted he was getting much pleasure down there, being as confined in those jeans as he was. It didn't matter. I needed to cum.
I ground my crotch harder and harder against him, pressing my clit firmly against that hard bulge in order to get as much friction and pleasure as possible. He told me I looked incredible. So beautiful. That he wanted me to "do it," to take what I needed.
He rolled my nipples between thumb and forefinger on each hand and told me it was ok, to come for him, as milk began to leak from each of my swollen breasts. He told me he had never seen anyone as sexy as me and lifted his head to capture a dripping nipple between those perfect lips. I lost it again. I squeezed my eyes shut, tossed my head back, and I came right there through my pants, rubbing myself furiously against his body. I just kept riding for minutes afterwards, afraid to let it end I think, even though my climax was scarcely there any longer.
When I looked into his eyes again though, I felt a sudden wave of intense guilt and more than that, embarrassment! I had never done anything like that with a partner before, and a stranger no less. I was shocked at my behavior. I climbed off of him as fast as I could and was horrified when I managed to stand up and saw the big wet spot between my legs. I had cum like a whore!
I started to apologize and hurry from the room, arms covering my exposed upper body, tears already blurring my vision. He caught me from behind and kept me from running into my bedroom.
"It's OK," he said. "Really. Please don't be upset. If it was anyone's fault it was mine."
The words stopped me dead in my tracks. I had never had a man apologize that easily before, and for something we both knew full well was not his fault.
I looked at him and I flinched when he wiped the tears from my face. I don't know why, but that seemed much more intimate to me than what we had just done even.
"I'm sorry," I said again. "It's just been so long, and you said such sweet things about me. And I just feel so horrible sometimes..." I let my voice trail off.
He pulled me close to him and let me put my head on his shoulder. I started to cry and I couldn't stop. He just held me and told me it would be ok. That it was alright and there was no reason to cry. I felt him kiss my forehead and finally lift my head up to look at him. I was a swollen, sobbing mess; I knew it.
"Look at me. I'm an awful mess," I sniffled.
"You are absolutely beautiful," he said. I watched as his eyes took in my entire face, my hair, my neck, and then looked back into my eyes again. "Thank you."
"What are you thanking me for?" I whispered.
He stared at me for a few seconds and held me tight. "For letting me help you. For allowing me to be with you like that. I have never......" His voice trailed off as his eyes darted around my face again.
I can't say I don't know what came over me. I do. He was talking to me in a way I had always dreamed of. I was very vulnerable. He was young and sexy.
And I wanted him.
I placed a hand on either side of his face and pulled him to me. I kissed him and made sure he knew it was quite alright to kiss me in return. Our tongues dueled, we inhaled each other's breath, and we tasted each other's wetness.
I felt lightheaded due to the crying, but I didn't want to stop that kiss. I remember feeling afraid, actually afraid that I would never get another chance at this. I knew right then where this was going, and I made no effort to stop it from happening.
Without breaking that kiss, I backed out of the baby's room and towards my bedroom instead. Once he discovered where I was leading him, he hurried us on. He pushed me delicately onto my back on the bed; as his hand roamed all over my tummy and down to the wet spot between my legs. He kept kissing me while he proceeded to rub my puss through my pants. He took my breath away with that kiss.
When I couldn't stand it any longer, and I had to breathe or else, I broke off the kiss and turned my face away from him, gasping for air. His lips were all over my face, my ear, my neck; all the while he was still massaging me between my legs. I was going to come again if he didn't stop, and I told him so. It didn't have the effect I was looking for, as he just pressed harder and moved his face closer to my breasts. His teeth scraped lightly across my nipple before fully enveloping it inside his mouth. He sucked and licked all around my sensitive little bud, teasing me to no end. He moved to the other one and immediately sucked me hard, drinking from me.
I came. I just couldn't hold myself back any longer. It felt too incredible. The sensation of my breast being sucked dry, squirting and pulsing as his fingers worked their magic on me. After a few minutes, I had to push his hand from between my legs to allow myself to recover; otherwise that climax would have gone on forever!
He stood up and looked at me with such hunger in his eyes that it was almost startling. I could feel his eyes burning my skin as they traced their path from my exposed breasts still glistening from his sucking on them, to my large swollen belly. Matt then took the waist of my pants with both hands and deftly pulled them down and off of me, along with my soaked lacey panties. I was so exposed for him; this younger man who was practically a stranger. I could scarcely lie still as I watched him quickly remove his shirt and unbuckle his belt.
I squeezed my legs together and rolled over slightly to trace my fingers along his rock-hard abs. He was like a dream come true. And then I saw what he had been hiding in those jeans that whole time!