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8 Months Pregnant, Horny, And I Let Him In free porn video
Five months into my first pregnancy and we just stopped having sex.
(As my husband has put me online for his friends to jack off to, I took this photo 4 hours after this story happened)
It was maddening, I was getting hornier and feeling weirder, as my hormones were all over the place, and my nudity was magnified, I was imagining I was ugly, and just hated to look at myself in the mirror, as my breasts and hips ballooned, and my nipples became darker and as large was wine bottle stoppers.
I found myself at lunch times needing and yearning for penetrative sexual intercourse, and my man, the man who put me like this, was not interested, then I found an email from another woman, at his work, and my mind went into a blind hatred for her, especially as she was talking about the trip they were taking down South for a week on company business.
'You're fucking her now', I screamed in a jealous rage, 'it's been two months since you were last with me', I sobbed.
'It's your fucking hormones', he counteracted, which made me angrier, as there was nothing I could do, with either problem, my hormones and the possibility he was shagging the girl at work.
On the Friday morning they left, I lay in bed thinking about what they might be doing, then I remembered what we did on such occasions, and I suddenly found myself creating little scenarios which always led to them fucking, and the whole thing began to make me incredibly horny, I started wishing to be a fly on their assumed hotel room wall.
I suddenly wanted to be a voyeur, and I started to masturbate to the idea of my husband and his co-worker fucking in that hotel.
I was amazed at the ferocity of my masturbation, all those months of frustration, suddenly giving-in to my worst nightmare, and enjoying seeing her gasp as his big cock was slipping in and out of her pussy, the same cock that filled me and made my fertile pussy pregnant, and just about there, the doorbell rang.
I was angry because I had to stop, and I cursed and cursed, having to get up and put on some clothes, to go answer the front door.
Being large and mis-shaped, usually means dressing with a very unfashionable style or colour coordination, and oversized brassiere, pink of course and tiny turquoise panties that barely cover your modesty, why bother? Pregnant bellies curve into your cunt, and panty elastic usually finishes in your pubic hair.
A pair of black shorts, comfortable as they are small, and a floral see through top, allowing your large 'preggars' bump to be viewed, 'Hey I'm a fertile woman, and made good use of your seed', I would scream at my husband, and right now I am fucking horny, so why not let another man see me like this, in my own home?
I opened it with a face of thunder, fully imagining it was my sister or my mother, but it wasn't, it was my old neighbour, a widower, looking apologetic and caring, just as he always did whenever we met.
'Oh', I exclaimed, 'it's you', I continued, my face warming to the sight of him.
'Were you expecting someone else', he asked me soothingly, with a warm Grandfatherish smile?
I shivered as the cold air shot up under my housecoat, and impinged on my nude body under it, 'Fuck it's cold', I said, then suddenly realizing I just said the 'F' word, I apologised for doing so.
'Don't apologise on my behalf', he said, as I stood aside and let him come inside and closed the door behind him.
'Tea, Coffee', I asked, his after-shave caused my nostrils to flare, as I drank his smell in, making my nipples harden and tingle as he passed me, suddenly and without reason, I could feel my pussy secrete, and it was starting to slightly run down my inner thighs, fuck I could scream, with frustration.
'I just wanted to know if you wanted anything from town', he said in his fatherly way, 'but if you insist', he laughed, 'I will take a tea', I was happy, for what I don't quite know, perhaps having a man to myself in my home.
'Good', I said satisfied, 'let me have your jacket', and I reached-in and helped him off with it, I wanted to rip his clothes off.
I hung his jacket on the spare hook and made my way back into where he was sitting, 'Why don't we go to town together', I suggested, 'then we can eat together tonight'.
I was talking control and he was going along for the ride, my mind, my hormones, and my body were telling him I was in heat, I knew it, so he must know it, I was being brash and forward, and I was loving it.
I saw the look in his face, he looked as if he had just won the jackpot, I think he found it hard to hide how hot he was for me, and here I was offering my company on a plate.
'Where's Bill', he queried, his voice barely discernible?
'Gone for a week', I replied calmly, leaving me all alone, I mocked, then my baby kicked, making me jump.
'You alright', he asked with a genuine look of concern?
'My Baby just kicked', I replied and I waddled over to where he sat, 'Here have a feel', I said, there was a tinge of excitement in my voice as I reached out for his hand and brought it over to the underside of my massive stomach, then to his surprise, I undid the button on my black shorts and eased the zipper down, exposing my small turquoise panties.
I took his hand placed it on my warm bare flesh, deep under my belly, so deep his fingers were on my panties, placing my own hand on his, my heart was pounding and my voice sounded shaky.
'Your hand feel nice', I said, the words barely managing to come out, as felt his fingers moving ever so discernibly, around the elasticated top of my panties, I was sure the soft down of my pubic hair would be showing, but I wanted him to see all of that, and I was right.
'Funny Emma', he spoke very softly, 'I always assumed you would be a girl who shaved herself'. He was smiling warmly, as if making light of it, putting me at ease, and as he spoke his hand moved just enough to allow his fingers to push the elastic down and touch my pubic hair. I squirmed as he pulled gently on each hair.
'Sorry, didn't mean to hurt you', he said, but he did not need to, my eyes were closed tight as I concentrated on the feeling of my shorts and panties being removed and laid on the table, being exposed like this was like a dream come true, and I began panting, as I hyper-ventilated, 'Oh Fuck, ....Oh Fuck', I moaned over and over, this time there were no apologies, this I time I meant it, as I started repeating, 'Fuck me', non-stop.
We neither said anything, he was so in control of my body, 'Open your legs', he commanded me, and I opened them to allow his prying fingers to enter my wet cunt, as he began licking my swollen belly with his tongue, and I could hear myself say, 'OMG' as he rose up in behind me and I felt his penetration seemingly go deeper than I could remember.
It felt complete and I squeezed to try to hold him with my vaginal muscles, he could feel me doing that, and he gasped also, at last we were pleasuring each other.
My heavily pregnant body heaved, I opened my eyes and looked down to see my discarded clothing lying in a small pile on the table top where he was fucking me.
Being so naked in as we fucked, allowed his hands to move all over me, I felt that had he been blind his hands could tell just how wanton I was feeling as he read me like a piece of erotic sexual Braille.
As I focused on my clothes, I felt both his hands cup my heavy breasts, as they swayed to our fucking, and he squeezed and tugged on my dark red swollen nipples, with each tug and twist, sending two jets of warm milk onto the table surface.
The heat of his pubis as he ground into my buttocks, his coarse pubic hair on my ass announcing his cock was deep in me, he ground his hips in a circular movement causing his cock to move around inside my hungry cunt, amplified as I gripped him at my cunt's entrance, his shaft and head made a large circle inside my belly, these large changes inside my cunt sending greater pleasures, ensuring my total obedience, right to the point where he flooded that orifice with his semen.
I was bent over the table top, supporting my heavy body on my elbows, my heart was still pounding heavily as I tried to recover and regain composure.
We had both achieved something strong and powerful from the fuck, as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss swept me close to passing out.
I turned my head and saw him bend to pick up his clothes, suddenly I wanted him to stay as he was, 'Don't put them on', I said, come to bed with me, and I held out my hand, which he took hold off, and I led him back into my bed, where it all started about an hour ago.
(As my husband has put me online for his friends to jack off to, I took this photo 4 hours after this story happened)
It was maddening, I was getting hornier and feeling weirder, as my hormones were all over the place, and my nudity was magnified, I was imagining I was ugly, and just hated to look at myself in the mirror, as my breasts and hips ballooned, and my nipples became darker and as large was wine bottle stoppers.
I found myself at lunch times needing and yearning for penetrative sexual intercourse, and my man, the man who put me like this, was not interested, then I found an email from another woman, at his work, and my mind went into a blind hatred for her, especially as she was talking about the trip they were taking down South for a week on company business.
'You're fucking her now', I screamed in a jealous rage, 'it's been two months since you were last with me', I sobbed.
'It's your fucking hormones', he counteracted, which made me angrier, as there was nothing I could do, with either problem, my hormones and the possibility he was shagging the girl at work.
On the Friday morning they left, I lay in bed thinking about what they might be doing, then I remembered what we did on such occasions, and I suddenly found myself creating little scenarios which always led to them fucking, and the whole thing began to make me incredibly horny, I started wishing to be a fly on their assumed hotel room wall.
I suddenly wanted to be a voyeur, and I started to masturbate to the idea of my husband and his co-worker fucking in that hotel.
I was amazed at the ferocity of my masturbation, all those months of frustration, suddenly giving-in to my worst nightmare, and enjoying seeing her gasp as his big cock was slipping in and out of her pussy, the same cock that filled me and made my fertile pussy pregnant, and just about there, the doorbell rang.
I was angry because I had to stop, and I cursed and cursed, having to get up and put on some clothes, to go answer the front door.
Being large and mis-shaped, usually means dressing with a very unfashionable style or colour coordination, and oversized brassiere, pink of course and tiny turquoise panties that barely cover your modesty, why bother? Pregnant bellies curve into your cunt, and panty elastic usually finishes in your pubic hair.
A pair of black shorts, comfortable as they are small, and a floral see through top, allowing your large 'preggars' bump to be viewed, 'Hey I'm a fertile woman, and made good use of your seed', I would scream at my husband, and right now I am fucking horny, so why not let another man see me like this, in my own home?
I opened it with a face of thunder, fully imagining it was my sister or my mother, but it wasn't, it was my old neighbour, a widower, looking apologetic and caring, just as he always did whenever we met.
'Oh', I exclaimed, 'it's you', I continued, my face warming to the sight of him.
'Were you expecting someone else', he asked me soothingly, with a warm Grandfatherish smile?
I shivered as the cold air shot up under my housecoat, and impinged on my nude body under it, 'Fuck it's cold', I said, then suddenly realizing I just said the 'F' word, I apologised for doing so.
'Don't apologise on my behalf', he said, as I stood aside and let him come inside and closed the door behind him.
'Tea, Coffee', I asked, his after-shave caused my nostrils to flare, as I drank his smell in, making my nipples harden and tingle as he passed me, suddenly and without reason, I could feel my pussy secrete, and it was starting to slightly run down my inner thighs, fuck I could scream, with frustration.
'I just wanted to know if you wanted anything from town', he said in his fatherly way, 'but if you insist', he laughed, 'I will take a tea', I was happy, for what I don't quite know, perhaps having a man to myself in my home.
'Good', I said satisfied, 'let me have your jacket', and I reached-in and helped him off with it, I wanted to rip his clothes off.
I hung his jacket on the spare hook and made my way back into where he was sitting, 'Why don't we go to town together', I suggested, 'then we can eat together tonight'.
I was talking control and he was going along for the ride, my mind, my hormones, and my body were telling him I was in heat, I knew it, so he must know it, I was being brash and forward, and I was loving it.
I saw the look in his face, he looked as if he had just won the jackpot, I think he found it hard to hide how hot he was for me, and here I was offering my company on a plate.
'Where's Bill', he queried, his voice barely discernible?
'Gone for a week', I replied calmly, leaving me all alone, I mocked, then my baby kicked, making me jump.
'You alright', he asked with a genuine look of concern?
'My Baby just kicked', I replied and I waddled over to where he sat, 'Here have a feel', I said, there was a tinge of excitement in my voice as I reached out for his hand and brought it over to the underside of my massive stomach, then to his surprise, I undid the button on my black shorts and eased the zipper down, exposing my small turquoise panties.
I took his hand placed it on my warm bare flesh, deep under my belly, so deep his fingers were on my panties, placing my own hand on his, my heart was pounding and my voice sounded shaky.
'Your hand feel nice', I said, the words barely managing to come out, as felt his fingers moving ever so discernibly, around the elasticated top of my panties, I was sure the soft down of my pubic hair would be showing, but I wanted him to see all of that, and I was right.
'Funny Emma', he spoke very softly, 'I always assumed you would be a girl who shaved herself'. He was smiling warmly, as if making light of it, putting me at ease, and as he spoke his hand moved just enough to allow his fingers to push the elastic down and touch my pubic hair. I squirmed as he pulled gently on each hair.
'Sorry, didn't mean to hurt you', he said, but he did not need to, my eyes were closed tight as I concentrated on the feeling of my shorts and panties being removed and laid on the table, being exposed like this was like a dream come true, and I began panting, as I hyper-ventilated, 'Oh Fuck, ....Oh Fuck', I moaned over and over, this time there were no apologies, this I time I meant it, as I started repeating, 'Fuck me', non-stop.
We neither said anything, he was so in control of my body, 'Open your legs', he commanded me, and I opened them to allow his prying fingers to enter my wet cunt, as he began licking my swollen belly with his tongue, and I could hear myself say, 'OMG' as he rose up in behind me and I felt his penetration seemingly go deeper than I could remember.
It felt complete and I squeezed to try to hold him with my vaginal muscles, he could feel me doing that, and he gasped also, at last we were pleasuring each other.
My heavily pregnant body heaved, I opened my eyes and looked down to see my discarded clothing lying in a small pile on the table top where he was fucking me.
Being so naked in as we fucked, allowed his hands to move all over me, I felt that had he been blind his hands could tell just how wanton I was feeling as he read me like a piece of erotic sexual Braille.
As I focused on my clothes, I felt both his hands cup my heavy breasts, as they swayed to our fucking, and he squeezed and tugged on my dark red swollen nipples, with each tug and twist, sending two jets of warm milk onto the table surface.
The heat of his pubis as he ground into my buttocks, his coarse pubic hair on my ass announcing his cock was deep in me, he ground his hips in a circular movement causing his cock to move around inside my hungry cunt, amplified as I gripped him at my cunt's entrance, his shaft and head made a large circle inside my belly, these large changes inside my cunt sending greater pleasures, ensuring my total obedience, right to the point where he flooded that orifice with his semen.
I was bent over the table top, supporting my heavy body on my elbows, my heart was still pounding heavily as I tried to recover and regain composure.
We had both achieved something strong and powerful from the fuck, as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss swept me close to passing out.
I turned my head and saw him bend to pick up his clothes, suddenly I wanted him to stay as he was, 'Don't put them on', I said, come to bed with me, and I held out my hand, which he took hold off, and I led him back into my bed, where it all started about an hour ago.
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