I had sex with a pregnant woman, but she's not my wife.

This happened a few years ago, and it still feels like a thrilling and wonderful memory, so I decided to share it with

you all.

Because of work, I was going to be away for several years, and the company helped me rent a room. At the time, I had just

broken up with my ex-girlfriend, so I had a lot more free time, which I spent most of my time on MSN.

I met her, Ms. J, through work, which gave us many opportunities to chat and confide in each other. She was a married

mother with a child. Because she knew how to dress well, and despite being only in her early thirties, with fair skin and

a great figure, people who didn't know her would never guess she was already a mother.

Because her husband worked out of town for many years, we had more time to spend alone. Since we were often seen

together, many people mistook us for a couple!

I learned from one of her close friends that Ms. J became pregnant near the end of her university years and was therefore

getting married . Since she had never had sexual experience with another man, she wanted to try it out, but she wanted it to be absolutely safe

and clean. Knowing that Ms. J had feelings for me, I decided to test her feelings on MSN.

After several nights of chatting on MSN, the topics became increasingly explicit. I asked her if she would be willing to try

a one-night . After a few days of heart-to-heart talks and discussions about sex, J had developed trust

and feelings for me, so she verbally agreed to try it if she had the opportunity and time…

One day, we both worked very late. At that time, she was pregnant with her second child,

and because her car was in the repair shop, I had the opportunity to drive her home. Because the parking spot was secluded and dark, we started

chatting . The topic turned to sex again, and we were both very aroused. The car windows were fogged up,

and it was impossible to see inside from the outside.

I kept moving my face close to hers, and J shyly hid in the corner between the seat and the door, repeatedly saying to me, “What do you

want to do? No…” Under my forceful advance, I forced my lips to touch hers as she lowered her head.

She had never had any experience with other men before, and at first she was trembling, too scared to even touch her lips

with mine. I had to lower the back of the seat, which startled her. I leaned over her, cupping her face in my hands, kissing

her forehead, eyes, and nose, blowing on her ears, and kissing her earlobes. She had relaxed, lying down

to enjoy my aggressive kisses, her arms wrapped around me, and we began to French kiss, enjoying a different kind of passionate

caress besides that of her husband…

I used my mouth to unbutton her clothes one by one, revealing her pure and

innocent white lace lingerie. She had never imagined that another man would remove this last line of defense. Her breasts

were as white as her skin, with an added softness and milky scent. When I kissed her nipples, she had

become a true harlot…

After this first baptism, J and I had developed a very good understanding. Whenever she had the chance, she would wear even

sexier lingerie, hoping I would liberate her, and she would trust everything I did for her until that day

came. At that time, she was about seven months pregnant. I invited her to my dorm to watch DVDs, and she

agreed without hesitation.

I rented a suite. We sat side by side on the carpet, leaning against large pillows, watching a movie.

My intentions weren't really about the movie; by the time she realized it, I had already begun to flirt, and she gradually succumbed to my caresses. That day, she was wearing

a dark blue maternity dress with small white polka dots. Because it was summer, the thin straps aroused my desire to have her.

Perhaps her husband hadn't touched her in a while, and coupled with pregnancy, her body was very sensitive. I kissed her fragrant shoulders,

constantly emitting sounds of pleasure and comfort. I hugged her from behind, kissing her and slowly untying the thin straps of her maternity dress. As the dress slowly fell down, my eyes saw her full breasts, barely contained by her bra; as I unhooked the clasp, her beloved areolas and swollen nipples

bounced out . 　　This was also the first time I had seen a pregnant woman's breasts; they were even fuller and more alluring than I had imagined. I played with those full breasts with both hands, not forgetting to rub her nipples with my index finger and thumb, and kiss the back of her ears , turning our heads to French kiss like in a sex scene. 　　After some caresses, I had removed all her clothes, leaving her only in a pair of maternity underwear. I picked her up and carried her to the bed, leaning against the pillows. She had indeed become much heavier, and a distinctly pregnant woman was before me. Seeing the heavily pregnant woman naked, I was excited to know she was someone else's wife, but also afraid of hurting her , so I didn't dare to move too much. My little brother was a bit nervous and went limp. 　　Everyone was tense, so to ease the tension, she wanted me to see her baby and wanted me to lie on her belly and feel the baby moving. To be honest, the feeling was very special; her belly moved like waves , and I could almost feel the joy and excitement of becoming a father. 　　After things calmed down, I slowly took off her underwear. Beneath a round belly was a mysterious black forest. I explored it with my fingers, and a stream of nectar had already overflowed. Pregnant women are indeed sensitive and more easily aroused . Her head was tilted back, her legs naturally spread apart, enjoying her first extramarital affair. 　　The second man in her life was caressing her last line of defense. "Ah...so good..." Each moan called out humanity's most greedy desire and pleasure. The visual creature, the man, had once again raised his engorged penis, smearing the glans with J's vaginal fluid, rubbing it as he prepared to insert it into the pregnant woman's wet vagina... 　　I leaned against the edge of the bed, and with the soft, comfortable mattress, I easily lifted J's legs slightly apart. I was very careful, afraid of hurting her. The slipperiness made it easy for me to penetrate her vagina. Her legs rested on my kneeling thighs, and my penis was already buried between her and my pubic hair. I began to gently thrust in and out, and a large amount of vaginal fluid made a "plop, plop" sound with each piston-like movement. 　　Because we weren't afraid of getting pregnant again, we were bold and carefree the first time without using a condom. I wasn't worried about ejaculating and fully enjoyed the soft feeling of her vagina...like an adulterous couple, lacking the intense rolling of lovemaking, but with much more novelty and excitement. This was an experience that J and I would never forget. 　　Later, after the child was born, we often had opportunities to make love until her husband found out about it. Her husband really wanted to save the marriage and stopped pursuing the past, which brought our affair to a perfect end.

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