Pregnant sex with my ex was the best sex. [MF]

My ex-wife Fiona had a… complicated relationship with her sexuality. And her self-image. And, well, a complicated relationship with Jesus, which really didn’t really help things in any of these areas. Ever felt like you were being cuckolded by the Lord? Or just me?

But anyway, to give you an idea of why I’m telling you this true story about the pregnant sex, I should describe our normal sex. (And hopefully, sharing the embarrassing bits will help establish my veracity, I mean after all, who would go on the Internet and just tell lies? To quote a great webcomic (SMBC), this is “proof by mortification”)

Our regular sex followed a rather specific routine.

1. Every three to six months, she tells me she desires sex.

2. I rub her clit through her clothing for 15 – 20 minutes until she’s sufficiently aroused to remove her clothing. I’m not allowed to kiss her, or touch her breasts during this. (I may have developed formidable forearm muscles during this marriage.)

3. Wait, no, hang on, before she takes off her clothing, first I have to turn off the lights. All the lights. And make sure the curtains are properly closed! Okay, now she can remove her clothing.

4. I am now permitted to suck her nipples and slide up to two fingers in and out of her uptight pussy while continuously rubbing her clit.

5. 10 minutes later, she’s ready for my cock. But in a specific position of course.

6. She can only come when I’m fucking her from behind, but a few years into our relationship, she had a revelation from Upon High (that fucking Jesus guy, I swear to Chri… oh.) that doggy style was too “animalistic”. So prone bone it is.

7. …Except she’s paranoid that I’m determined to sodomise her, so if I ever raise my upper body up while prone boning her, she gets anxious that I’m doing so to look at her asshole. Because she read a Christian book that said that men who like anal sex are gay, and she’s terrified I might be gay.

8. Okay, admittedly, I’m a big fan of assholes in general, and I do enjoy a good bit of buggery, but I’m a gentleman! I never go where I’m not invited. She did have a very gorgeous asshole. But that’s a hard compliment to give to a lady who thinks that your appreciation of her shithole means you’re gay.

9. (I’m not gay, but I’m reasonably open minded, but that’s another story).

10. So, I lie on top of her, my chest against her back, thrusting as deep as I can as she lies face-down.

11. Ah, but like pretty much every other woman, she can’t reach orgasm without clitoral stimulation.

12. But Jesus told her that masturbation is evil, so she can’t rub her clit. So…

13. I lie on top of her, my chest against her back, with one arm very awkwardly snaked beneath her hips, rubbing her clit, while I try to find a rhythm of thrusting that works as my arm is gradually losing sensation due to our combined weights cutting off circulation.

14. As she nears orgasm, I am finally allowed to kiss her and use my tongue! She has to be very aroused for kissing with tongues…

15. She screams, and dies the petite mort.

16. I am instructed to immediately remove my cock. She’s very much a “one and done” type.

17. If I haven’t filled her pussy with my come, then that’s it. No jerking off on her tits, the only place God wants me to come is in her cunt. Definitely no jerking off beside her into a resentment filled tissue. Remember, masturbation is evil, Jesus said so.

18. After five to ten minutes of silently frustrated cuddling, I claim I need to take a shit. I go to the toilet, and silently masturbate to porn on mute. After I come and clean up after myself, I die a little more inside.

19. Sometimes I would have a little cry (quietly of course), but that wasn’t mandatory.

Oh, a couple of caveats that existed that I hadn’t mentioned, but you may have noticed lacking:

* Her hand on my cock? No, not possible, as apparently she had RSI from a job she worked for three months when she was 19. Sadly the only time it affected her seemed to be when I had an erection.

* Blowjobs? The only time I got those was when I got a decent pay rise, and then I might get 3 – 5 minutes of her mouth on my cock. I was stoked of course, like a man dying of thirst in a desert is ecstatic to find a puddle.

* Cunnilingus? No, that felt dirty, apparently.

So, now that you know the pattern that my sex life followed for a decade and a bit, allow me to tell you about when the rigid regime dropped by the wayside, thanks to the magic of PREGNANCY HORMONES.

## **The aforementioned best sex**

Is it bad that I still jerk off to this memory sometimes? Or that I’m sharing it with you all in the hope that internet strangers get off to it? _Shrug_ (but hey, if you did get a tingle in your no-no parts from this story, please do let me know) I’m going to switch to the first person present tense, if that’s alright with you lovely pervs.

I go to bed, alone, as is my norm, Fiona, who is eight months pregnant, is reading her homeschooling Christian housewife blogs late into the night again. I’m lying here, trying to sleep, but sexually frustrated thoughts are keeping me awake.

The bedroom door cracks open, a thin beam of light from the hallway falls across our bed and I sit up. Fiona enters wordlessly, walks up my side of the bed, leans in, and kisses me on the lips. Instead of terminating the kiss abruptly after the usual peck, she maintains it, and hope rises in me. Did I say hope rises? I meant my cock rises. Well my hope does too, but I’ve learned long ago that hope is just fucking with you.

As her lips remain wedded to mine, I feel an unfamiliar erotic sensation, my wife’s tongue is seeking entrance into my mouth, and I gratefully let her in, revelling in how hot her tongue is, how fervently it seeks.

All my suppressed sexual frustration boils up, and I grab her shoulders, and, well, I don’t quite throw her, but I definitely move her onto the bed with haste. I return her probing kiss with my own fervor, my tongue thrusting deep into her mouth, tangling with hers.

The sensation of her wickedly pointed tongue moving against mine makes my cock painfully hard. I lean back, my head fuzzy with desire and frustration, and say to Fiona “Tonight, I want to see you. And tonight, I want your mouth”. I expect her to reject both of these suggestions.

(I’m not allowed to say “I want you to suck my cock”, nevermind the traditional (in my country) “Gizzus a blowie hun?” as they involve too many no-no words. My cock must only ever be described as a penis, and her cunt must only ever be described as a vagina. Which makes dirty talk near impossible. Try it sometime, you’ll see what I mean…)

Fiona says “Okay, we can’t have the bedroom light on, but you can keep the door open a little.”
Leaving the door open so the hallway light illuminates proceedings a little? Hot damn!

But wait, wait… …I’d also asked “for her mouth”… She didn’t say no, but I want to be sure. I seek clarification, and she nods and giggles.

I kiss her deeper, harder, and slide my hand down her pyjama pants. She moans and thrusts her hips against my hand, her clit hard and erect against my flickering fingers.

Determined to be inside her, my fingers move down her luscious cunt lips, and holy hell, holy shit, she is so wet. I slide one finger inside her, and she groans into my mouth. A second finger, she groans harder.

I remove my fingers, lean back, and looking her deep in the eyes, I suck my fingers clean, I tell her how good she tastes. Lust twinkles in her eyes, and so I lean forward and thrust my tongue into her mouth, her tongue dances around mine, as we share the taste of her sweet cunt.

I’m at a fever pitch of horniness and frustration. I only manage to undo two of the buttons on her pyjama top before I just rip it off. I haven’t seen her breasts for so long. They’re swollen by pregnancy, and her nipples and areolas have darkened as well. An involuntary moan escapes my lips at the sight. I have long fantasised about her holding her tits for me as I come all over them, and now I want that more than anything.

But she’s still not naked yet, so I pull off her pants in one movement, throw them to the side, and open her legs. I desperately want to see her, to see her cunt.

Although, given her beliefs of what Jesus expects Christian women to be (modest, very very modest), she has never groomed her pubic hair, so I can’t see anything. But that’s okay, I grew up on 70s porn mags, so I’m used to a… …natural situation.

“I need your fingers in me” Fiona moans.

“And I need my cock in your mouth”, I respond, pushing against the limits she’s always so rigidly enforced. She doesn’t object to my foul language, she just nods and whispers “Okay, but you know how sore my neck muscles get”.

“Oh, don’t worry”, I say, “I have an idea about that”.

I move her onto her side, and thrust two fingers into her sopping pussy, as deep as I can, trying to find that spot on the front wall of the vagina that she loves, when she allows herself to let go of the hang-ups. Her groans and juices flowing down my fingers tell me I’ve found it.

As I keep fucking her with my fingers, I fumble with my other hand to get my underwear off, and then move up the bed, and kneel close to her head.

“Open your mouth”, I say, “You don’t need to do anything, just take my cock,” once again testing her boundaries on the no-no words. “But let me know if I go too deep.”

She nods, rather distracted by the motion of my fingers in her cunt, but opens her mouth obediently for me.

I slide the head of my cock into her mouth, and take a moment to enjoy the sight of her lips wrapped around me. She starts moving her pelvis against my fingers that have momentarily paused while I was distracted by how good she looks with a cock in her mouth (but then, what lady doesn’t?)

I start fucking her mouth, slowly, shallowly, savouring the sensation. Not only of her mouth on my cock, but also the sensation of her being enthusiastic about the things she thought I was depraved for wanting.

“Look at me when I fuck your mouth,” I tell her. Her hazel eyes lock onto mine as my cock slides deeper into her mouth then back out, her lips stretched around it.

Her pelvic movements are becoming frantic, she needs to be (finger) fucked while I fuck her mouth, so, the gentleman I am, I oblige. Unconsciously I find a rhythm – as my fingers slide into her now dripping cunt, my cock thrusts into her hot wet mouth.

My fingers cause her to moan around my cock (very much a favourite of mine now when fucking a woman with her husband, but that’s also another story), and I start thrusting my cock into her mouth deeper, harder. Her cunt is so damn wet, I slide a third finger in, which I’ve never been allowed to do before. She groans, and I keep pushing my luck, a fourth finger, then finally my thumb, opening her cunt right up.

I fuck her mouth harder and faster, as I fuck her with all of my fingers. I feel her aroused cunt open up even more for me, and I fill her with more of my hand, harder and harder, faster and faster, as I fuck her mouth to the same tempo, pushing deeper and deeper, just using her mouth.

After many glorious minutes of this, she pulls back, taking my cock from her mouth, and says (well, almost whinges) “I need to come….”

I tell Fiona “Well, you know what you need, but you have to do it for yourself tonight.”

She looks exasperated for a moment, but then makes a decision and engulfs my cock with her mouth, moving her hips to push my hand deeper into her cunt as she reaches down to do something that would make Jesus sad… to pleasure herself.

For the first time in I don’t know how long, she starts rubbing her clit. My hand is moving in and out of her cunt at the same rhythm as my cock in her mouth, and I can feel her orgasm approaching. I think I know how to help her get there.

My hips still moving back and forward as I fuck her mouth, I reach down with my hand that isn’t buried in her pussy, and squeeze one of her nipples. She groans through her mouthful of cock, so I squeeze harder, she groans harder.

She’s so close… “Look at me”, I tell her. “I’m going to fuck your pussy hard, and I’m going to fuck your mouth hard, and you’re going to rub your clit for me like a good wife while I do so.”

She nods slightly, still looking up at me, almost animalistic, such a contrast to her usual puritanical ways, with a willing mouth filled with nearly all of my cock, and nearly all of my hand filling her red swollen cunt.

I groan at the sight, and lose control.

I start jack-hammering her mouth, and my hand thrusts faster and somehow deeper into her now gaping cunt, I squeeze and pull her nipples hard as I do so, and her orgasm starts to build, her pussy walls starting to clench down on my hand.

I tell her “I want to hear your orgasm, I want to hear it around my cock. Do you understand me?” and her fingers start moving even faster on her clit, and I thrust even deeper into her mouth.

A shudder starts in her pussy, and then suddenly, she’s shaking, as a hot burst of wetness covers my forearm, and milk erupts from the nipple I’m pinching. And like a good wife, she kept my cock in her mouth the whole time, her screams of pleasure muffled in the best way.

I slowly withdraw my hand from her cunt and my cock from her mouth, and lie down and cuddle her, her body still twitching with the afterglow.

Despite how erotic this encounter had just been, I hadn’t come, and I was planning on the usual sad toilet wank.

But then she said… “We’re not done yet”.

God bless pregnancy hormones. And stick around for part 2 if you like lactating tits.

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