The first shafts of the morning sun slant into my bedroom. It is early, very early for me. Reaching under the sheets, I fondle my morning erection, stroking it slowly as it firms a bit more. My other hand rubs across my firm nipples and my fingers pinch each nipple, causing my hips to arch slightly as if hard-wired to my nipples.
She is enormously pregnant now but still drops by to be flattered by my attention. Given her size, she must straddle my hips, her pendulous breasts swinging back and forth as she takes my cock deep inside her. Neither of us is quite sure whose child she is carrying, mine or her partner’s…not that it matters. We have not been adamant lovers as our coupling has never been a regular activity but frequent enough to create some level of genuine affection.
Thoughts of her drift through my mind as I shift in my bed. In the distance, I can hear the early morning sounds of the city awakening. The barking of a dog, muffled traffic, the breeze ruffling through the surrounding trees. Her soft voice comes to mind, her lips just grazing my ear as she mumbles incoherent nothings in my ear. The tip of her tongue circles until she puts it into my ear as if she were dipping into a pussy. Did I mention she does fancy a lick of pussy from time to time?
I don’t think of myself as particularly naive, but she would get tickled by my reaction to suggestions I had never considered. I learned not to call her bluff because there was very little she wouldn’t do. Knowing that I was meeting with my attorney, she would text me an explicit video of her having oral sex with her husband or spread-eagle fingering herself. She suggested several times that her husband would like to suck my cock…yes he knows about us. I think agreeing to that goes beyond my natural inclinations, but the thought lingers in my fantasies.
The bed springs squeak, reminding me that I was getting a bit too enthusiastic rubbing my cock. There has got to be a more descriptive way of saying it, but I have made myself so fucking horny I am becoming frantic. Masturbation by yourself I find somewhat soulless and not very satisfying. In that state of mind, I have done some things that I did simply because I needed a human body, not a person, to satisfy me. As a single man, I have a few FWBs I can call, but the operative word is they are friends, and I can’t use and toss them.
In my mind, I want her, not anyone else. She can satisfy me like no other. I know she is always up early. She’s only a few months away. I haven’t been with her in a couple of months. Should I, will I, can I?
The phone rings by my bed, I pick it up, put it to my ear…
“I know I am just as horny. I want you. I will be there in ten minutes. Stay hard for me, I am already soaking.”
The bell tolls and brings her that much closer.
