This story was about 4 years ago…
At the time my friend had just been married a little over a year. She was about 6 months pregnant and looked AMAZING! I don’t know about you, but a pregnant, confident woman is probably the sexiest thing around. Her skin glowed, she was graceful, even though her baby boy was pushing out beyond her engorged DD’s, and her ass was so round and delicious… one couldn’t help but fantasize…
We had met each other when we were either separated or single and the spark between us is undeniable. What makes it so great is that it isn’t just about sex, it’s a true spark. She wants what is best for me, and I have always wanted the same for her. Hell, when I realized that I was probably going to end up back with my wife, I helped her weed out losers on Tinder! I would like to say I take some of the credit for her finding her husband and newest baby daddy… but I’ll leave that up to debate. Long and short is he’s a great guy who provides a stability she needed. She’s a very, very successful woman with her own aspirations, so she doesn’t need a man for anything more than a partner… which he is that for her.
She and I talked almost every day. We had gone almost 8 months without intimacy (don’t judge, we both have an itch that only gets scratched a certain way) when she called me and asked what I was doing? I told her that I was actually leaving a meeting close to where her house was and it was funny she had called. Side note, one of the things I love about our relationship, on top of us not being anything but real and open with each other, and both understanding our situations, is how much she can use her words to absolutely mind fuck me. As I’m writing this, my pulse is quickening and I am reliving her messages! Back to the story, she tells me that she is working from home and that she’s all alone. She wanted my input on her new bathroom she had just had redone and wanted me to come see it if I had time? Nervously, I asked if it would be okay with her husband? She said that he isn’t home, won’t need to know about it, and that she’s very pregnant, very horny, and very overdressed in her current state and needs my help. Then she proceeds to tell me how he hasn’t gone down on her, let alone fucked her months and she needs skin on skin contact. She needs to feel wanted and desired.
When I showed up she was wearing jeans, barefoot, a black pregnancy top and a cardigan. Her black hair looked amazing and her smile was wider than normal. She wrapped her arms around my neck and was pulling me in for a hug and I was already feeling movement, so I said fuck it and went in for a kiss. It was exactly what I think she was needing. I felt her completely melt in my arms. I can’t think of a time that we had ever kissed that passionately or deeply. The hunger for each other was evident. I couldn’t contain myself. Her clothes were falling right there in her hallway. I don’t know how she was so lucky, but her breasts were full, veiny from being engorged, and so perky! Then, her pussy was smooth! She’s gifted at keeping it clean, I have no idea how she’d do it but it looked amazing! She broke the kiss, took me by my hand and walked me to her bedroom. No words were spoken. The only language was hunger.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/z761hj/mf_married_pregnant_needs_1_of_2