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 Pregnant Wife of a Friend Jeevan<jeevan80@yahoo.com>

   Story idea sent to me by one of my Fans.  I wrote this in the form of a
story.  Husbands often neglect the sexual needs of his pregnant wife and so
they fall for others for sexual releases.  Read it!

   I was staying the night with Lata and Saurabh who stayed in Delhi.  Lata
was my wife's cousin, a pretty, rather conventional woman my own age (28).
The last time I had stayed with them Lata had been 7 months pregnant, huge
taut belly, and her bust had developed impressively.  I find pregnant woman
very sexy and always want to make love to them.  Lata let me feel the baby
kicking inside her swollen belly through her thin dress, and I had to stop
my hand straying downwards . . .  I held my ear against her hot drum and
perhaps she wondered why I liked it so much.  She looked utterly feminine
and very sexy.  I thought of the different positions she would have had to
explore when making love.  This visit was two months after the birth and
Lata's figure was back to normal, apart from her breasts which were full.
Her daughter seemed to be thriving on her mother's milk, but Lata looked
tired and the healthy bloom of pregnancy had disappeared.

   I got up just as Saurabh went off to work - my meeting wasn't until
lunch time so I could be leisurely.  Lata was sitting at the dining table
with Munni, her baby, on her knee.  She wore a long white night-gown with
bra , and her hair was loose.  We chatted about things here and there.  I
had always got on well with her.  Munni was crying and Lata said 'She's
hungry - you don't mind if I feed her do you?'

   'Not if you don't,' I said.  She undid the front of her gown and
released one her breasts from its cup.  Munni grabbed it easily and fell
silent suckling on it.  I tried to talk but it was obvious that Lata's mind
was not on my words.  I noticed she was pressing hard on her unoccupied
breast with her wrist.  I looked at her face and was surprised by her
expression of utter bliss.  'Do you enjoy breastfeeding, Lata?' I asked
softly.  'Mmm, I do,' she smiled at me radiantly.  'I feel a bit guilty
really; sometimes I think I enjoy it more than Munni does.' She looked down
at her free breast.  'Ohhhhhhhh, I'm leaking again.  I've just got too much
milk.  As soon as she sucks on one side the other one starts too.  I need
three hands.' She was trying to stuff a pad down the inside of the cup. 
'Can I help?' 'Oh, would you?  Do you mind?  If you could just hold this
pad . . .' She released the cup and I pressed the pad against her engorged
nipple.  I was surprised to find her breast hard, the nipple even harder.
She looked quickly at me, embarrassed.  'Saurabh won't help.  He feels a
bit turned off by it all.' 'I'm not.  I think it's really beautiful.' She
was quiet, Munni sucking, me pressing her breast trying not to do anything
sensuous.  Suddenly I noticed that Lata was weeping silently.  'What's
wrong, Lata?' She shook her head.  'This is the only pleasure I get
nowadays.  You can't imagine what it's like.  ' 'What do you mean?'
'Saurabh and I . . .  haven't. .  made love since I got pregnant.  He
didn't seem to find me attractive any more whereas . . .  well, some women
. . .  when they're pregnant they seem to feel . . .well, sexier somehow.
At least once I'd got over the morning sickness in the first couple of
months.  Did you know that?' She was obviously having trouble telling me.
'Yes, I did know.  And I thought you looked lovely last time I saw you. 
You looked so feminine . . .  and very sexy too.' 'I was really getting
frustrated by the time Munni arrived.  Afterwards, when I'd healed up - it
didn't take long - I thought things might get back to normal.  But they
haven't. . .  I'm tired, but I just feel so . . .' 'Horny?' I whispered. 
'Oh Phil, I don't know what to do.' I knew . ..  'It's time to change
sides,' she said.  'Get ready with a new pad, will you?' We managed the
swap very easily.  Her other nipple, despite its sucking, was equally hard.
I stared at her tautly swollen breasts, my mind spinning.  'I've got so
much milk, there's far too much for Munni.' 'Do you find breastfeeding
arousing?' I asked.  'It sounds awful, but yes, I do, very.  It's heavenly.
I think I'd . . .  well, climax, you know . .  if I let myself.  But I'd
feel so guilty.' she laughed shortly.  'You poor thing,' I said.  'You must
be so frustrated.' 'I shouldn't have told you all this.' 'You should . . .
and I should tell you that I find you very sexy and attractive.  I always
have.  I've not dared to say it before.' She looked up at me, her face wet
with tears.  'You're very kind.' Munni seemed to have gone to sleep, the
nipple still in her mouth.  'I'll put her down now.  Can you press on the
other side too?  I'm still dripping like a tap!' We staggered to Munni's
bed, me holding on to her breasts from behind.  It was an undignified
position and I tried not to laugh.  Munni settled to sleep easily and Lata
straightened up.  I held her to me, careful not to let her feel my erect
lund against her ass.  I could feel the heat of her body through the
night-gown.  'I'm going to have to expell some milk,' she said.  'Let's go
over to the sink.' We went over and she hung over the sink, letting her
breasts drip freely, then she began to squeeze them, increasing the flow,
and making little sighing noises.  It was obviously very pleasurable for
her.  I realised that she was in a way masturbating.  I eased the shoulders
of her night-gown down and undid the front buttons.  The smell of her body
rose into my nostrils.  Thin spurts of milk came from her nipples with
every squeeze.  'Let me do it.' I whispered, grasping the two huge breasts.
She let me without a murmur, supporting herself over the sink.  The
night-gown was down around her waist, kept up only by my body pressing
against her back.  I milked her gently but firmly and she moaned with
delight.  'Do you want to cum, Lata?' I said softly.  'I want . . .  I want
to . .  ' she shook her head.  'What do you want?  Tell me . .  ' 'I want.
. .  I can't say it . . .' 'Do you want to be fucked by someone who's
desperate for you?  Is that what you want?' She shuddered, then nodded her
head silently.

   I stepped back and the night-gown fell to the floor, revealing her
shapely ass and long legs.  Hurriedly I stripped, and touched her on the
shoulder.  She turned round, her still-dripping breasts swinging towards
me. They were enormous, the nipples red and projecting, the aureoles brown,
saucer-sized and puckered.  She gasped when she saw my huge lund pointing
at her like a pole, and sank to her knees.  I grasped her hands and lay
back on the kitchen floor, pulling her down on top of me.  She got astride
my hips and I helped her trembling hands to position the head of my lund
between her lips.  She was amazingly wet and hot - she must have been
juicing for ages.  She sank down onto me, engulfing me in her choot.  The
milk from her breasts ran down her stomach and into her pubic hair.  As I
slid easily into her thickly juiced choot, she moaned.  'Oh God, you don't
know how good that feels!  Its been so long!  Ohhhhh Chodo muze.  Ahhhh
fuck me.  its more than 10 months and my choot is hungry for lund.  Ohhhhh
saurabh ne to choda nahi aab tum Chodo.' She began to rise and fall on me,
letting me fuck her choot from down below with loud sucking noises.  I
grasped her solid breasts and squeezed them, making the milk flow between
my fingers and down my arms.  We thrust together, her moans increasing in
intensity.  Before long her tempo increased and she leant forward urgently,
her breasts dangling like melons over my face.  I felt the warm drops
falling on my face and mouth.  I grabbed her ass and pumped up and down in
her hole, knowing that she was going to cum and that I was too.  Her rhythm
reached a peak and she cried out breathlessly and I felt my aching lund
gripped by her powerful choot muscles.  Simultaneously fine jets of milk
squirted in all directions from her nipples, drenching my face and hair. 
It was so arousing that I climaxed abruptly, jetting cum deep into her
choot while she bathed me in her own juices.

   She fell on top of me, breathing hard.  I looked into her eyes.  Her
face had changed - she no longer looked tired.  She glowed with sexual
happiness.  She reached out and grabbed a towel, then carefully wiped my
face.  'You are wet,' she smiled.  'I'm sorry, I couldn't help it.'

   'It's as if you've cum in my face,' I said.  She smiled sadly.  'It's a
long time since anyone's cum in my face,' she said.  'You look shocked!  I
haven't always been a demure little housewife you know.' Suddenly she
buried her face in my shoulder.  'Oh, what have we done?  I'm sure Saurabh
will realise.  I won't be able to behave normally after this.  We shouldn't
have done it . .  ' 'What else could we do?  Didn't you enjoy it?' She
hugged me, smashing her wonderful breasts between us.  'It's the first time
for a year.  You can't imagine how it felt.  I couldn't have stood it much
longer.' Although my erection had gone temporarily, she still held me in
her.  My lund was warm and trapped in her wet cave.  I shifted my buttocks.
'Are you comfortable down there?' 'Well, the floor is a bit hard, I must
admit.  Why don't we go to the bedroom?' 'Oh, I don't know . . .' 'Don't
you want it again?' 'Of course I want it again.  I want it over and over
again, non-stop for weeks!' She was laughing now.  'Well, I'll do my best.'
She got off me releasing a little flood of juices onto my stomach.  I
noticed wet patches on the tiles.  'Do you want to clean up?' I offered her
the towel.  She shook her head.  'I haven't had cum running down my legs
for years.' she said matter-of-factly.  'It makes me feel 10 years
younger!'

   I followed her ass up the stairs, hearing the slick of her wet thighs as
they rubbed against each other.  In the bedroom, she laid a towel on the
bed and lay back on it, her ass on the edge of the bed.  'I'm all yours. 
Chodo muze!  Poori masti nikalo,' she said, opening her thighs.  Her choot
glistened with juices.  I knelt between her thighs and buried my face in
the hot slit.  I drank her womanly juices eagerly, then moved to her clit,
and she moaned deep in her throat.  She came easily, without stress,
clamping her wet thighs around my head.  I was fully erect again by now and
quickly stood up and plunged into her choot hole before she had stopped
coming.  A few strokes and she came again, more urgently.

   I held her legs wide and rammed my lund into her with a powerful stroke.
I guessed that she had missed most of all the feel of a big lund pistoning
relentlessly inside her, and I seemed to be right, for she just rode with
me, gasping every time I plumbed her depths.  My lund felt huge and potent
- our first fuck had taken the edge of my urgent lust and I felt as if I
could keep going all day.  I leaned forward, grinding my pubic bone against
hers, and kneaded her breasts, renewing the spurts of milk that ran down
her sides and onto the towel.  She began to gasp urgently and I felt my
lund squeezed hard by her choot muscles.  It took a lot of control not to
come.  When she had ridden out her climax I withdrew and knelt to lick her
again, drawing another thigh-clamping orgasm from her.  My own imminent
climax had receded so I turned her over so that her glorious ass jutted
proudly towards me, and sank my lund gratefully into her choot once again.
I pumped her with long, deep strokes, watching the build-up of juice at the
base of my lund, and the smiling pink pucker of her asshole.  I was really
going deep in her now, the head of my lund striking the front of her choot
and bouncing off to ram into her womb, and she was loving every inch of it.

   In fact the continuous friction against her tightly-gripping choot had
somewhat desensitized my lund, which was good as I wanted to give her as
long a fuck as I could, to make up for all her months of abstinence.  I
kept up the steady rhythm, pounding harder and harder, almost wanting her
to tell me it was too much for her.  But she was obviously a woman built
for intensive fucking, and eventually I had to stop and let my arousal
subside.  I tongued her clit again and she climaxed swiftly, her cries of
ecstasy muffled by the mattress.  I turned her over again and spread her
legs wide.  She looked up at me happily.  'Not getting sore?' I said. 
'Should I be?' 'Just wondered.  You're not used to it.' 'I've got a lot of
catching up to do,' she said, jerking her hips up at me.  'Come on, fuck me
some more!' I did, as hard and as deep as I could.  She took it all and
loved it, gasping and shouting in time with my thrusts.  I lost all track
of time, stopping only when I knew I was on the verge of cumming and then
tonguing her until she came.  Every so often I would turn her over and take
her from the rear, glorying in the sight of her juice-smeared ass and
tightly-stretched anus.  I still felt that I could keep going all day and I
couldn't think of anything I'd rather spend a day doing.  My balls by this
time had almost disappeared inside me, I was so full of unspent cum that I
felt I was about to burst.  Lata had begun to cum quite frequently while I
was fucking her, rather than only when I tongued her clit, and the fierce
clenching of her choot made it harder and harder to control myself. 
Inevitably one particularly violent squeeze took me over the edge, and I
knew I was past the point at which I could stop the bursting flood of sperm
from blasting its way out.  'I'm going to cum!' I gasped, and to my shock
Lata quickly sat up, my lund withdrawing from her, and twisted round so
that she was lying with her face at the level of my hips.  She clutched my
huge reddened glistening shaft with both hands and opened her mouth wide.
It was all done so fast that I was still rushing headlong down the final
slope to climax.  At the first touch of her hands I erupted and a long
stream of whitish liquid jetted into her face, hitting her cheek and nose
with an audible splash.  That was just the first and by no means the most
powerful - again and again had I cum helplessly into her mouth and face, my
legs sagging from the power of my long-delayed climax.  She laughed with
delight and her tongue lashed around her lips, trying to gather up as much
of my gift as she could before my spurts subsided.  It seemed a lifetime
before I was empty, and still her hands drew further spasms from my lund,
until I was crying out with the almost painful jerks that radiated through
my body.

   My thin cream covered her, it was all in her hair, dripping from her
eyelids (she had kept her eyes open throughout, even when my flood hit her
full on the forehead), running down her cheeks and nose, pooling in her
wide-open mouth and trickling off her chin.  I sank to my knees, exhausted,
and looked at her white cum covered face.  I had always thought that
'facials' were something that men liked to see and women just had to put up
with.  Lata, it seemed, loved them.  And I had thought she was a demure
little housewife.  'What time's your meeting?' she said, the cum in her
mouth slurring her words a little.  Christ, I had completely lost track of
time.  I had half an hour to take bath , dress, drive ten miles.  I made
it, just, but all through the meeting I was seeing Lata's cum-spattered
face smiling at me and feeling the dull ache in my lund and in my crotch,
almost as if someone had kicked me.  That was six weeks ago.  I'm staying
with them again next week, just for the night.  Saurabh mentioned on the
phone that he might be away on a course at the time.  We'll see what
happens.

   Friends.  Be careful and pleasure your wife when she is pregnant or else
there are guys like me who can!
   Send your comments to jeevan80@yahoo.com.