“Oh FUCK!!! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Fuck my pregnant pussy! Oh my godddddd!!!!”
I was making love (fucking?) on top of my four-month pregnant ex-wife with my cock banging pussy from another lifetime, ready to dump my sperm into a familiar place. And it felt as good or better than it ever had.
Let me back up, I need to start this true story at the beginning.
I live in a large western city, Houston. I was at a gas station not far from my home filling up my car. The card reader wasn’t working so I entered the station and saw a striking blond working behind the counter. She was gorgeous, standing about five two with breasts barely contained by whatever bra she was wearing under a snug blouse with the logo of her workplace, and a tightly wrapped ass and legs in yoga pants. Her sexy feet were hidden by the running shoes she had on.
How did I know what her feet looked like? The answer to that question is easy. She was my ex-wife.
And she was pregnant.
I stepped up to the counter and when she looked up I saw a look of surprise come over her face. We had been married when we were in our early twenties. I enlisted in the service and had an overseas deployment. She was young, needing attention and was seduced away from me. I understood and we divorced amicably. That had been six years ago and this was the first time we had seen each other since then.
She smiled.
I said, “Hi Jules. You’re as beautiful as ever.”
“Hi. What are you doing here?”
“Just filling up. How have you been?”
Before she could answer we were interrupted by customers lining up behind me.
“I get off in ten minutes, can you wait around until then?”
We quickly worked my problem with the gas pump, I filled my car and I moved it out of the way while I waited to see my ex. My emotions were scrambling. I wanted to speak with her, not because I was heartbroken or upset, I was curious about what she had done with her life.
She walked up to my car and I rolled the window down. In the past we would have arranged to meet at a bar, but because of her current condition, we settled on a deserted coffee shop.
As we talked, we both tried to leave the past behind. She asked what I was doing, was I with anyone, where did I work, how was my mom and dad. I probed and found out she had been married for three years, one kid and one on the way. Her husband sounded okay, but I never got the vibe she was super happy. I felt like the character in Dan Fogelberg’s ‘Same Old Lang Syne’ as we talked. (It’s a great song – you should check it out if you haven’t heard it).
I told her she still had the best PSBs ever. She laughed. When we had first dated she teased and told me I only liked her because she had PSBs.
Porn Star Boobs.
I admitted she might have been right.
As our conversation died down she said, “I’m sorry. I made big mistakes because I was too young.”
“Me too. No need to apologize.”
“You were my first lover. And the best.”
I hadn’t expected our conversation to turn this way, but I said, “You were the best, too.”
In the awkward silence that followed she said, “We should stay in touch.”
“I don’t think your husband would approve.” She didn’t respond to that.
We exchanged phone numbers and when we got up to leave she wrapped her arms around my neck and I wrapped my arms around her waist. We kissed. It was a kiss of loss, but it quickly became heated.
Her tongue probed my mouth as her body molded into mine. My cock quickly was pressing into her protruding belly. The feel of her soon to be growing baby bump felt incredible and I pulled her tighter into me.
“I’m glad I got to see you,” she said. “Call me.”
“I won’t do that,” I said, “but you have my number.”
I walked her to her car and watched her drive away. We had moved on, but our needs for one another hadn’t. It had been a nice reunion, but I thought it ended here.
I was wrong.
A week after seeing her my cell phone rang while I was at work. I was surprised, but not disappointed.
“Hello.”
“Hi. I was wondering if you might be interested in dinner,” she said.
“It was nice seeing you, but you’re not available. Right? You’re a married woman.”
“I know that, but I want to see you. My husband and son are out of town visiting his family. You need to come see me.”
We went back and forth. I did want to see her. Who was I kidding? I wanted to fuck her. And she wanted me to fuck her, right? How could I resist?
I discovered she lived out of the city on a rural street isolated from neighbors. My paranoia was high because I didn’t want to be caught in a compromising situation with a married woman. She said they had no surveillance cameras or a Ring doorbell and that we would have complete privacy. Reluctantly I agreed I would visit her after work.
I left immediately after hanging up my phone. I had vacation time to use and my boss was cool with me leaving. I went home and cleaned up. Then, throwing caution to the wind, I drove to her house.
She was right, she lived in a private neighborhood. I pulled up to her house and the garage door opened. I pulled in and shut my car off as the garage door closed.
A door opened and there she was. Her hair was in a bun piled on the top of her head, she wore a tank top that held her PSBs in check and tight shorts with sandals showing off her sexy feet. Her baby bump showed, but it made her look sexy.
She greeted me with a smile and a kiss. She felt good against me. She took my hand and led me into her house. It was comfortable and more than adequate for a family of three and one half.
The last room she showed me was her bedroom. A passing thought was that it should have been ours. I complimented her home and she said thanks.
I posed a question to her as she grabbed me a beer.
“What am I doing here? You could get in a world of trouble.”
“We’re safe and I didn’t want to be alone. This trip was planned for a while and after seeing you I decided it was fate. You were good to me and I fucked up. I just want to make it up to you. Even if it’s only for one or two nights. Are you hungry?”
I was hungry, just not for food.
I took my ex in my arms and kissed her. Hungrily. Roughly.
She responded by pushing her tongue into my mouth and wrapping a leg around me. I picked her up and carried her to her guest room.
“Not in here. Take me to my bedroom.”
I turned and went in her bedroom and thought I’m going fuck my ex-wife where she sleeps with her husband.
I set her down and she said, “Step back and sit down.”
She went into her walk-in closet for a few moments. When she emerged she was wearing a lacy blue bra, matching crotchless panties, blue silk stockings and three-inch heels. The lingerie and her baby bump made her look like a pregnant goddess.
“Aren’t you going to undress,” she asked. “I could help.”
I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was with my ex-wife and she was ready to surrender herself to me. I wondered for a moment if I could cuck her husband.
She walked, seductively, to me as I stood. She pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. She unbuckled my belt and pants and pulled them down. I had already stepped out of my shoes, so I stepped out of my pants. My rigid cock was restrained by my underwear. Jules leaned over and kissed my shaft through the fabric of my underwear and I shivered as I thought of our past lovemaking.
She reached into my underwear and grasped my cock. Ever since we had fucked the first time years before, I manscaped my groin at Jules urging. When I cleaned up at home getting ready for our meeting I had completely shaved my dick and balls remembering she liked me clean.
I was right. Her eyes widened and she looked at me, smiling. “You remembered.”
Then she leaned in and licked the pre cum from the head of my dick. A vibration of pleasure swept through my body and I could have climaxed right then, but Jules held me tightly at the base of my cock, keeping me under control. She teased me by licking me the entire length of my thick six-and-a-half inches of dick.
“My turn,” I said lifting Jules to her feet. I kissed her and then I moved to her bed and pulled back the sheets and comforter.
“Lay down and open your legs,” I instructed her. She did as I told her and I kneeled down and started kissing her feet. She had always loved that and I was going to do my best to please her.
I suckled each toe as if it were her nipples. She moaned as I sucked her big toe in my mouth and moved my hand to her bald mons and slipped a finger in her dripping slit. She screamed out as a wave of orgasmic pleasure racked her body. She had always loved the attention I gave her sexy feet.
“Oh my god, that hasn’t happened since we were together. I love it.”
Wanting to continue her climax, and to release my own, I moved up, kissing her nipples as I climbed her, mounted her. Her crotchless panty was perfect for the position I was in. The fabric against my cock felt silky, erotic. I felt her grasp me and put me at the entrance to her sex. Her baby bump pushing against me.
“Don’t be gentle, you can fuck me as hard as you can. Fuck me, darling.”
I had little misgivings as I entered my ex-wife’s slit. It was tight, warm, wet and inviting. I remembered it and loved it. It wasn’t mine to enjoy permanently, but it was for now and I was using it and would use it as long add I could. I pushed without stopping until I bottomed, impaled in her cunt.
“Fuck me hard!” Jules cried out, “You won’t hurt me, now FUCK me!!!”
I needed no more encouragement as I picked up my pace. Jules was raising to meet my every thrust. After a few minutes of pumping in and out of her, and hearing giggles as her pussy farted, she squeaked out, “I’m cumming!!!”
I could feel a flush of fluid and juices flowing from her pussy as I released my own load of sperm into her. My cock pulsed and I felt like the universe was exploring around me as I came with her.
I collapsed on her, our sweating bodies slick against each other’s. Her panting as she tried to catch her breath reminded me of our past lovemaking. For a moment we felt like we were in the middle of old times, relishing each other’s body.
I rolled over and Jules laid her head on my chest.
“I’m sorry I was young and stupid.”
“Don’t. We both were young and stupid. I left you alone too long.”
We were lying in a puddle of our love-making fluids and I suggested we should clean up her bed.
“No,” she replied. “I can do that later. I want to feel you against me.”
We talked. Jules almost absentmindedly held on to my semi-hard cock.
This was the beginning of a sex-fueled weekend.