Woodworking (Closed)

[cbelle02]

“Fuck!” Rebekah cursed as the piece of wood she was attempting to affix in place slipped out again. Who knew putting together a baby’s crib would be so difficult? Normally, she had no problem with DIY projects, but this one was giving her one hell of a headache. She sat back, looking at what she had accomplished so far. The “crib” looked nothing more than a pile of wood on the floor. At this rate, the baby would be in high school by the time she got it done. If at all.

She was already nearly 6 months pregnant and the heavier she got, the more difficult everyday things were. Her belly already protruded as though she were much farther along. The kid pushing on her bladder made frequent bathroom breaks a necessity. Her breasts, already filling out DD cups to begin with, were an uncomfortable several sizes bigger. And somehow already starting to leak milk. All of that, plus little to no help from her husband, were making things harder than they had to be.

John had made himself scarce since she’d become heavier. He blamed it on working more to support the baby, but she had a hunch he was cheating on her with the skinny blond secretary. He denied it of course, but there was also the fact that he hadn’t touched her in almost 3 months. Which for Rebekah was a kick in the gut. Her pregnancy hormones had driven her libido through the roof. She was left with only her toys to relieve the urges.

Frustrated, Rebekah threw the piece of wood on the floor. There had to be a better way. Peeling herself up off the floor, a 3 step process in itself, she remembered Mary, her friend from her book club, talking about her boyfriend who was a carpenter, or something like that. She’d only met him once months ago, but he seemed like a nice enough guy. Maybe she could pay him to help.

She found her cell phone and dialed Mary’s number. She didn’t get an answer but left a voicemail. “Hey Mary, it’s Rebekah. Listen, I have a little project I was wondering if I could get your boyfriend’s help with. It’s a crib for the baby and I know you said he does a lot of woodworking. Do you think he’d be willing to help? I could definitely pay him and would be super appreciative. Just let me know! Thanks!”

About an hour later, she’d completely given up the project for the day and was lounging on her couch when she got a text from Mary.

Hey, sorry I couldn’t answer. At work. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I’ll talk to him about it tonight and let you know!

 

[saedo]

I held up the piece of wood in my hand and spun it in my hands. The rather austere set of instructions was short on visual depictions and clearly drafted by someone who spoke English as a second -- or maybe third -- language. I wiped my brow and scowled. This was not how I'd expected to spend my evening.

My girlfriend, Mary, had called just as I was leaving the job site. After the usual exchange of pleasantries, she'd asked if I could do her a favor and give her friend "Rebekah with a K" a hand putting together some furniture.

"Who is Rebekah?"

"Simon, " Mary had sighed with exasperation. "You know Rebekah; you met her like 4 months ago when you picked me up at book club when my car was in the shop. She's the one that got me started, actually. We used to go to the same yoga class till I switched shifts at work and she suggested book club to me like a year and a half ago."

I knew there was no point in telling Mary that I barely remembered picking her up, let alone the dozen people I'd been introduced to and never seen since. My gregarious girlfriend had a large social rolodex and I just barely managed to keep track of the names of those who I saw regularly. "Actually, I was just planning on relaxing and watching the game...."

"Aww, but Rebekah could really use a hand and you're so good with this kind of thing." Mary paused. "Besides, I already kinda promised you would."

"Mary," I grumbled.

"I know, I know, I should have asked first." She paused. "I'll make it up to you," she purred, her voice thick with unspoken carnal promises.

I knew I was sunk then.Our schedules had been out of sync this week, so our usually active sex life had been rather dormant. Already unfulfilled, my libido wasn't going to refuse the opportunity Mary was implying. I agreed to stop by the house of Rebekah with a K on the way home

Unfortunately, the simple cakewalk I'd expected had proven anything but. I grunted as I figured out where the piece fit. I then wiped my brow as I proceeded to Step 27.

My stress, however, had less to do with the barely decipherable instructions and more to do with the woman standing a few feet away with a look of helpful interest on her face. Rebekah with a K was a beautiful woman with long hair and soulful brown eyes. The glittering diamond on her ring finger marked her as married, no doubt to the bland guy posed with her in half a dozen photos I'd seen around the house. She'd been nothing but sweet and engaging since I had entered.

My current predicament stemmed from my need to avoid looking in her direction. If I looked towards Rebekah, I struggled to maintain eye contact. Eventually, my gaze would drift down to the massive mounds straining against her top.

Anyone looking at my dating history could see I favored busty women. Mary herself was rather gifted in this department. But even her glorious breasts were overshadowed by Rebekah's immense rack.

That in of itself would have been distracting, but my predicament was compounded by an additional personal fetish. Beneath Rebekah's huge tits was an almost proportionally large belly. I don't know why I have always found pregnant women sexy, but I do. Something about those curves just really excites me.

Rebekah was far and away sexier than any pregnant woman I'd seen. Despite the enhanced voluptuousness of her torso, she'd clearly maintained her exercise regimen. Her snug leggings had revealed slender thighs and a pert ass as I followed her up the stairs.

Consequently, it was virtually impossible to look in her direction and not notice her glorious body. But while "noticing" was probably okay, ogling definitely wouldn't be and the temptation to let my gaze linger was strong. I was having to fight the impulse to stare ever since I entered the house.

To further compound matters, I was also struggling not to restrict my reaction to glances alone. I'd thusfar managed to avoid an actual erection, but my groin was warm with anticipation. I wished I'd not changed into clean khakis before I'd come over; the heavy denim of my work jeans didn't hug my crotch quite so much.

I took a deep breath as I neared completion. "Almost done," I murmured. If I could hold out another 15 minutes, perhaps I could avoid doing something truly inappropriate.

 

[cbelle02]

Rebekah watched Simon work on the crib, leaning against the doorframe. She was starting to feel rather bad about asking him to take on the task. He, of course, had been kind and obliging, but she could see the frustration furrowing his brow. He'd been at it for over an hour but it seemed to finally be coming together.

She had tried to help where she could but eventually determined she was more in the way than anything. So, she settled herself to watch and offer him a drink now and then. Not that she could complain. Mary had herself a hunk of a guy.

She found herself enamored by the way his muscles moved and flexed under his shirt, the way he frowned in concentration, that hard look on his face, those rough but nimble fingers. She imagined Mary must be more than satisfied. He was probably a beast in bed. Her pregnancy hormones had her mind drifting to thoughts of just how good he was and she shook her head to clear it. Definitely not appropriate.

Rebekah felt herself blushing as murmured that he was almost done. After all that, she would definitely have to increase the payment she'd originally offered. She went into her kitchen to refill his water glass. When she returned, it appeared that he had finished.

Handing him the glass of water, she admired the finished product. "Wow..." She breathed, running her hand over the smooth wood. "It looks amazing. You have no idea how much I really appreciate this, Simon." She said, touching his arm lightly and offering him a grateful smile.

"I know it was a pain in the ass, but thank you. Come...let me get your money." She said, leading him back into the living room. "Do you want to stay and take a load off before you head home? I can make you something to eat if you'd like."

 

[saedo]

Like a jigsaw puzzle, the project accelerated as the number of remaining pieces decreased. Eventually it became clear just what went where and I was able to fasten the remaining fittings.

""It looks amazing."

I turned to see Rebekah looming over me as I knelt next to the crib. From this angle, she had to lean forward slightly to see past her breasts. That of course meant I could hardly look her in the eye without seeing her wonderful orbs.

I straightened up, which didn't help much. First, I was sufficiently taller than she so that my viewing angle of her face also included a hint of cleavage just above the top button. While hardly risqué, it was still titillating to my overactive libido.

Second, while I was still a ways from hard, all that potential had directed a lot of blood to my groin. As I stood up, I felt my soft, heavy cock slip down the right leg of my boxers and along my inner thigh. I dared not look down for fear of drawing attention to it. I just prayed that my khaki pants offered some concealment.

You have no idea how much I really appreciate this, Simon." Rebekah continued, laying a hand on my arm.

I managed to avoid jumping like a startled rabbit when she made contact. Primed as I was, the skin-on-skin contact felt electric. Fortunately, she kept the touch brief and platonic.

"Sure, glad to help." I replied. "Well, I guess I should be going."

It was an effort to sound casual. Inside my head, I was far less at ease. I knew better than to think that my glances had gone unnoticed; I hadn't been as surreptitious as I wanted and women -- at least in my experience -- often seemed to know instinctively when a guy was checking them out.

Ordinarily, I would probably be okay for just looking at an attractive woman. But this wasn't just some passing stranger. She was Mary's friend. She was married. And she was very, very pregnant.

"I know it was a pain in the ass, but thank you. Come...let me get your money. " Rebekah turned and headed out of the room. As she did so, her breast grazed my arm. Implicitly I knew it was accidental contact. Mary's chief complaint about her own oversized chest was that she was always brushing into things like that. Regardless, I shivered slightly at great fleeting touch.

"No, no," I replied with as much nonchalance as I could muster. "That's really not necessary." I followed after her as she headed downstairs. "You're a friend of Mary's, so I'm glad to do you the favor. You know, as a friend. Glad to help out."

Rebekah made a thoughtful 'hmmmm" noise ahead of me and then countered "Do you want to stay and take a load off before you head home? I can make you something to eat if you'd like."

Dammit. Doing favors was what friends did, but so was sharing hospitality. Having just helped her out, it'd be rude to outright refuse her attempt to do something nice in return. Moreover, I couldn't claim to have dinner waiting at home; Rebekah undoubtedly knew Mary was working nights at the hospital and that I was headed home to an empty apartment.

"Oh, don't put yourself out," I countered weakly. "You're kind to offer, really...."

But Rebekah was already headed towards what I presumed to be the kitchen. Dammit. Glancing at yet another photo of her with her husband, I reminded myself that it was wrong to covet another man's wife before following her.

 

[cbelle02]

Rebekah had noticed a his glances. At first, she thought nothing of it, but occasionally, she'd catch a slightly longer look, like when she bent down to hand him a tool or glass of water. It felt like it'd been a long time since anyone had checked her out, even on the sly. She had to admit she liked the feeling, even if she knew it was only looks. Mary and Simon were practically married and she was married. They were harmless, appreciative looks. But she liked them.

He walked out into the living room, and tried to deflect her offers. She was having none of it, though. "I'm definitely not putting myself out." She insisted, pulling a fifty from her purse. Besides, if he stayed longer, maybe he'd throw a few more looks her way.

"Will this be enough for your troubles?" She asked. "Plus a hot meal." She placed the bill in his hand, and closed his fingers around it with her other if he tried to reject it.

"Come on. Have a seat at the table and I'll whip us up some lasagna or something." She said, walking in front of him with a little more swish and sway of her hips. Lasagna took a while to cook, so he wouldn't be going anywhere for a while. As she prepared the food, she'd make sure to walk by him more than actually necessary, bending down in his line of sight, swaying her hips. It was like a little game and she got a thrill every time she caught him.

She finally put the lasagna in the oven and went to join him at the table. "Should be ready in about 45 minutes." She told him, heaving a sigh as she lowered herself to a chair next to him. She looked down at herself, resting her hands on her belly. "This kid is gonna be huge." She laughed slightly. "Just like he's making his mommy. I feel fat and bulky all the time. My husband seems to agree with me. He doesn't look at me the same anymore." She paused, glancing up at him. "What about you, Simon? How do you feel about pregnant women?"

From his glances, she knew the answer, but hearing it from him would be even better.

 

[saedo]

Rebekah fought with me one last time over paying me. This time she went so far as to put cash in my hand and close my fingers around it.

"I can't take your money, Rebekah, " I insisted. "You know Mary. She'd never let me hear the end of it if I made her friend pay for a favor like this. I'm not out any parts, so the only thing it cost was time. I can't charge you for that."

Grabbing Rebekah's hand to force her to take the money back seemed rude. Acting on impulse, I folded the bill into a narrow strip and tucked it into the pocket of her blouse. Only as my fingers neared did my common sense kick in and point out that was the breast pocket, so named because of what it covered. Only then did I realize just how close my fingers would be to her magnificent bosom.

Too late to reverse course, I think I held my breath for several seconds as I gingerly inserted the folded bill into the pocket. I silently prayed not to touch the sides. Only when I somehow managed to avoid any direct contact with my fingertips did I dare exhale.

Rebekah didn't say anything, but the look in her eyes had changed. There was something there now. Amusement? Mischief? I couldn't tell.

"Come on. Have a seat at the table and I'll whip us up some lasagna or something. " Rebekah escorted me into the kitchen and started to work.

Exhausted by my near miss, I sank into the chair without argument. I was going to have to stay for dinner. I didn't have the energy to politely dance my way out of that.

Rebekah was quick and efficient with her movements. Despite her rounded heft, she maneuvered rather deftly around the kitchen. She was also rather energetic about it, too. Her hips swung from side to side.

She also bent over a few times to retrieve items from lower drawers. Despite her obviously heavy torso, she bent from the waist with no sign of imbalance. Clearly those yoga classes had given her a strong core.

I also couldn't help but note that she always managed to have her back to me when she did so. This meant that as her blouse rode up, I got a full view of her thighs and butt. The yoga pants hugged her flesh like a second skin, revealing a hint of muscle under her toned flesh. Each time I had to force myself to turn away lest my gaze turn into an outright stare.

Rebekah at last popped the dish in the oven and took a seat at the table with me. She sighed softly and brought a hand up to her belly. "This kid is gonna be huge." She laughed, then added "Just like he's making his mommy. I feel fat and bulky all the time."

"But you're not fat," I blurted before I'd quite realized what I was saying. "Uh, I mean, sure, your belly is bigger, but that's mostly the baby. The rest of you is still in good shape." I fortunately managed to arrest my tongue before I started praising her slender thighs and firm ass.

Rebekah cocked her head and regarded me with curiosity. The twinkle in her eyes had seemed stronger. She replied slowly, carefully watching for my reaction. "My husband seems to agree with me. He doesn't look at me the same anymore."

" Idiot." My eyes widened as my brain processed what I had just said. What the fuck was wrong with me?

I began trying to hastily claw back the sentiment. "Sorry, I didn't mean to call your husband an idiot. I truly don't mean that. That's not what I wanted to say. I just mean it's idiotic to look at you and not see how beautiful you are. Pregnancy didn't change that. Makes it better, even. Any guy who can't see how hot you are just isn't paying attention. "

I felt the heat of embarrassment tickling the back of my neck. In my scramble, I think I might have crossed the line again. I really needed to just shut the fuck up before I really stuck my foot in my mouth.

 

[cbelle02]

(ok, I'll have to switch to 1st person, this back and forth is confusing me lol)

"Idiot." Simon said, an automatic, unfiltered response. I raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. Simon looked liked he regretted his choice of words. "Sorry, I didn't mean to call your husband an idiot. I truly don't mean that. That's not what I wanted to say. I just mean it's idiotic to look at you and not see how beautiful you are. Pregnancy didn't change that. Makes it better, even."

He was slightly stammering and I actually thought it was kind of cute. He appeared to be trying to walk the line between insulting me or my husband, and being too complimentary. He was doing a decent job of it. But then again, he could just be being polite. Everyone tells pregnant women they are "beautiful" or "glowing."

"Any guy who can't see how hot you are just isn't paying attention." He concluded. Ok, so he maybe he wasn't just being polite and leaped right over that line. Not that I minded. It had been a long time since anyone had called me 'hot.' It was rather flattering.

"Thank you, Simon." I smiled. "It's nice to feel like someone finds me attractive. And don't worry, I know it's nothing more than appreciation." I said, reassuringly. "But it makes me feel good. I feel so unattractive and awkward all the time, with this big belly and these fucking tits." I gestured quickly to both, watching his eyes follow my hands. "I feel like everything is always in the way. But I like the way you look at me. Do you have a thing for pregnant women, Simon?"

 

[saedo]

Thank you, Simon, " she replied with a smile. "It's nice to feel like someone finds me attractive."

I relaxed slightly. She appeared to be accepting my compliment in a platonic fashion. Or at least, she was publicly pretending to do so. Rebekah might well know -- or at least suspect -- that there was a bit of heat underlying my words, but she was at least letting my social misstep slide.

"I feel so awkward all the time," she grumbled, glancing down at her torso. She reached around her swollen abdomen, which rode high on on her torso. "This big belly . . . ," she muttered as her hands rubbed the swell.

Her attention shifted higher and her hands followed a moment later. Her palms slid along the underside of each mammoth breast as she continued grumbling. ". . . and these fucking tits." She lifted up slightly, causing her boobs to strain mightily against her blouse and the upper slopes to loom momentarily past the neckline. "I feel like everything is always in the way."

That proved the last straw for my already frayed self-restraint. I'd held back my libido for over an hour, but seeing her breasts briefly threaten to explode out her top was just too much. My cock surged along my thigh as it swelled to full erection. I was glad that I currently sat at the kitchen table and thus my arousal was shielded from view. Thick as my cock could be, the bulge extending down my pants leg would have been embarrassingly obvious otherwise.

As if my situation were not already uncomfortable enough, Rebekah chose at that moment to send the conversation careening into more risqué territory. "I like the way you look at me," she said, her eyes closely observing me. "Do you have a thing for pregnant women, Simon?"

" What?" I blurted, my cock surging another inch in circumference at the thought. "Thing? What? No, no. Me? A thing for-? Me? Have a thing? What? Of course not. Please. That's just ridiculous. " I tried to laugh, but it came out an octave higher than normal.

Dammit, quit flailing. I took a deep breath and tried again in a calmer voice. " I mean, certainly I can appreciate the beauty of a pregnant woman. Or of any woman, for that matter. I like women. Women are great. But a thing for them? For pregnant women? Like a fetish or something. No, of course not. I mean, that'd be weird, wouldn't it?"

 

[cbelle02]

Watching Simon stammer and flail was both adorable and laughable. I managed to keep my response to a mere smirk, though. I could see he was uneasy, fidgeting in his seat. I found myself wondering how much of it was due to the situation and how much of it was to adjust himself around an uncomfortable erection. In his position, I couldn't see if that were the case, but the thought of it was flattering.

He managed to return to a calmer demeanor, though he sounded almost forcibly so. "A thing for pregnant women? Like a fetish or something. No, of course not. I mean, that'd be weird, wouldn't it?" Simon asked the last part as if he were looking for some sort of validation.

I shook my head. "You don't have to call it a fetish, but more like...an intense appreciation. I wouldn't say it's weird." I said, resting a hand on his knee, patting reassuringly. "I mean, after all, they say us pregnant women have a certain 'glow.'" I finished with a smile.

I gesture to my breasts again. "As swollen as these are, I'm probably getting my milk in soon. Have you ever had breast milk?" My question was one of seemingly innocent curiosity, but I was watching him closely for his answer.

My hand on his knee pull back along his thigh before falling away, but not before my fingers brushed lightly against the hardness along it. Not only was he hard, but he was huge! I tried not to let me surprise show, or the fact that my pussy throbbed with the knowledge and thought of that big cock inside me.

I knew I was treading dangerous territory, but the constant validation was addicting. I told myself i wouldn't let it go any further than playful, harmless flirting. Just because Simon was attracted to my body, didn't mean he was going to cheat on his girlfriend. And just because I loved the attention and was already building fantasy material didn't mean I was going to cheat on my husband.

Still, I knew what I was going to say next was pushing the lines. But I would stop there. Get my answer and put an end to the whole thing, send him home to fuck Mary.

"Simon, do you want to fuck me?"

 

[saedo]

I could see in Rebekah's clever gaze that my denial was falling short of credibility. She leaned forward, her breasts resting on the table. I feel her fingers touch my knee. She patted it three times as if to comfort me. " You don't have to call it a fetish, but more like...an intense appreciation. I wouldn't say it's weird. "

Her smile, however, was far from innocent. She knew I was dissembling about my attraction to her pregnant body. I felt distinctly like a mouse facing a cat. I tried to think of a way to exit the situation in a way that wouldn't be overly rude or embarrassing.

I however, had underestimated her boldness. Rather than withdraw her hand from my knee, she leaned forward slightly as her fingertips crept up my thigh. And since she'd unfortunately chosen the same pants leg that my cock was currently trapped inside, it didn't take her long to encounter it.

The touch was brief and so was her reaction, but I saw just enough to parse it. There was an initial surge of triumph as she encountered the rigid flesh and determined that the was my hardened cock; she'd unequivocally proven that I'd lied and that her suspicions about my attraction to her were right.

But as her fingertips grazed across the distended fabric of my khakis, her reaction shifted from delight to surprise and then shock. I'd seen this often enough I the faces of other women to recognize the progression from "Wow, he's pretty big" to "Holy shit, he's huge" to "Oh my God!"

She removed her hand instantly and I held my breath awaiting her next reaction. Usually the reaction was to shift from boldness to reticence.

"Simon, do you want to fuck me? "

Okay, Rebekah was going another way. Dammit.

I swallowed uncomfortably. Trying to feign disinterest at this point was clearly futile. Might as well try honesty. I felt sweat trickle down my back as I girded myself for the consequences.

"Yes! Okay? Yes, I think you're gorgeous and sexy and yes I totally want to fuck you."

Since I'd abandoned pretense, hiding my erection was no longer a concern. I stood up and glanced down. My pants leg was stretched to capacity with a massive bulge running along the inner thigh. I prayed that the inseam stitches would hold.

"Sorry, " I grimaced. "This is really uncomfortable." I shifted my stance, trying to relieve the pressure on my cock to little avail. "I really need to get these pants off, so I think I'd better leave. But I would appreciate you not telling Mary or your husband about this. I don't think they need to know."

 

[cbelle02]

The way I saw it, Simon had a few choices. He could lie and tell me I'd been completely mistaken. He could insist on getting home, and leave, ridding himself of the temptation to cheat. Or he could admit the truth. I watched him sweat, appearing to be torn.

"Yes! Okay?" He said finally, exasperation in his voice. "Yes, I think you're gorgeous and sexy and yes I totally want to fuck you."

His choice of the latter indicated that there was some part of him that wasn't entirely committed to the idea of leaving and being faithful to his girlfriend.

Now, I had a choice. I'd told myself I'd get my answer, get my validation, and shut this whole thing down. But it was like a drug. I wanted more. I wanted to push it further. To my surprise, Simon stood and I got my first look at the thick cock that I'd felt beneath my fingers, as it extended down his leg, stretching the leg of his pants oddly.

It was my turn to swallow hard.

"I really need to get these pants off, so I think I'd better leave." He told me, though he didn't move and his words didn't sound fully devoted to the idea. "But I would appreciate you not telling Mary or your husband about this. I don't think they need to know."

I made my choice.

I stood as well, lifting my eyes up to his. "You're right." I said slowly. "They don't need to know anything." I took a step toward him, touching his arm.

I knew I was in control here. What harm would it do for us to get what we both needed and wanted? Just once. No one had to know.

"Let's just..." I brought my hand down to the waistband of his pants. "Get you more comfortable." I finished, deftly flicking the button free. "We both want this, Simon." I declared, my eyes never leaving his. "Why not get what we need, just this once, then we never have to speak of this again." At my last word, I pulled his zipper down.

 

[saedo]

I had hoped that Rebekah would see the reason in backing away from this behavior. This flirtation was fun at first, but we were headed towards something with serious consequences.

The look in her eyes, however, showed anything but restraint. Though I'd known her only briefly, I recognized the lust in her gaze. It wasn't the sort of expression you expected to see in a pregnant woman's face. I found her all the more arousing for it.

She advanced on me with purpose, so I took a few steps back till I was against the wall. Rebekah stopped directly in front of me. "You're right, " she said slowly. "They don't need to know anything. "

She took another step closer till her breasts pressed against my torso. Further down, I felt her firm belly against my abdomen. Her lustful gaze held mine as her hands slipped along my sides till she found the waistband of my khakis.

"Let's just . . . , " she murmured softly as her unseen hands worked at my belt. A moment later I felt the buckle slip free. ". . . get you more comfortable, " she concluded. My waistband followed soon thereafter, whereupon my pants sank down to my ankles.

I gasped as the harsh confines of my trousers was removed. Rebekah's hands pushed into my boxers to grip my cock. I could see her pupils dilate as she realized that she could barely encircle its engorged girth even with both hands. Still, she didn't back away.

I made one last appeal to her conscience. "Are you sure you want to do this, Rebekah? You're married, I'm with Mary . . . . What if they found out?"

I shivered slightly. It was taking everything I had to resist acting on my desire. And I could feel my willpower losing ground to my libido.

"If you stop now, I think I can make it to the bathroom and finish myself off," I groaned. "But if you keep this up, I'm not going to be able to hold back. It won't be gentle. It might even hurt. And I won't stop."

 

[cbelle02]

I knew he was huge from that first accidental brush, but when my hand could hardly contain his girth, I couldn't hide my surprise. Could I handle it? But my doubt was only momentary and I stood my ground. My hand stroked slowly along the length of his shaft.

I could feel Simon's restraint, could feel the tension throughout every fiber of his being. "Are you sure you want to do this, Rebekah?" He asked. He looked at me with pleading eyes, though I didn't know if it was a plea for me to set him free of temptation or to plunge forward with no looking back. I suspected a little of both. "You're married, I'm with Mary . . . . What if they found out?" He continued.

We hadn't crossed the point of no return yet. I could still turn away, still put an end to this. The ball was in my court. We'd never speak of it again and both go back to our regular lives. But the more I thought about that 'regular life,' the more I wanted this.

"They won't find out." I assured him. "Like I said, one time. We never speak of it again." I leaned forward, letting my lips brush his earlobe as I whispered. "Our secret."

I could feel his groan reverberate through me. "If you keep this up," he warned. "I'm not going to be able to hold back. It won't be gentle. It might even hurt. And I won't stop."

I shuddered at his words. They both intimidated me and sent throbbing pulses of desire deep into my core. He meant them as a warning, but to me, they were a promise. I needed a good, hard fuck.

I let my lips brush his neck, before I looked up at him. "I don't want you to hold back." I told him. "I don't want you to be gentle. And I damn sure don't want you to stop."

 

[saedo]

I'd recognized that I wasn't strong enough to resist Rebekah's charms. I'd forlornly hoped that she had the wherewithal to do what I could not.

But Rebekah instead kissed my neck and encouraged me to continue. Did she really want to cheat on her husband and betray her friend? Or did she think that she could push this game a little further and still pull back from the edge?

It didn't really matter anymore. Whether Rebekah recognized my warning or not, the consequences would soon follow.

I gripped her face with both hands and kissed her fiercely. My cock strained against the confines of my boxers, the mammoth head nearly level with my knee as it lay alongside my thigh. I pushed my knee between her thighs so that I could rub the swollen shaft against her.

When our kiss parted, I pushed her back in the direction of the kitchen table. When she bumped against it, I hefted her ass atop it to get her feet off the ground. My fingers pawed at her yoga pants, forcing them down past her hips. Such was my frenzy that I ripped the material.

 

[cbelle02]

There was no tentative first kiss. His lips took mine as if he owned them, in a hot, hungry kiss that left me gasping for air when he finally broke free.

I clung to him, knowing there would be no turning back now, and somehow, that realization spurred me on. His leg moved between mine and I felt the scalding heat of his thick member rubbing against me.

Soon, my ass was pressed against the edge of my table and Simon lifted me onto it as if I weighed practically nothing. I heard a rip in his efforts to get my pants off but I didn't care. I had plenty more like them.

For a moment, I felt a slight surge of panic. Would he still find me attractive once he saw my big belly underneath? The stretch marks, the puffy pussy hidden beneath? But he didn't seem phased at all, if anything, it only encouraged him further.

I reached up to pull my top over my head, before reaching for his to do the same. My hands eagerly ran over his chest, gripping his shoulders as he devoured my lips again in another fiery kiss.

 

[saedo]

After some aggressive effort, her yoga pants tore and slid off her legs. My attention immediately centered on the V between her thighs. Rebekah carried her belly high and tight, such that her abdomen below the hefty bulge was almost flat before curving into her mound. A slender strip of blonde curls drew my attention downward.

Her pussy lips were already puffy with blood and glistened with moisture. I slid my index finger inside to verify she was indeed wet. I teased her a moment, but my libido had no patience for foreplay.
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I swung my cock into position; it was so rigid that I had to bend forward slightly to line it up properly. The engorged head dwarfed her tender labia, but I was beyond caring about such limits. I placed the tip at her entrance and pushed inside.

The first few inches proved difficult as her vagina stretched to accommodate my girth. I could tell immediately that I wouldn't be sliding balls deep into her with one easy thrust. I grunted aloud and forced myself further into her warm interior.

 

[cbelle02]

I slid my ass to the edge of the table, legs spreading as wide as I could. Simon slid a hand down over my belly and below it, down to tease a finger into my pussy. I moaned softly, but that finger didn't stay long.

Simon didn't seem to have any patience for foreplay and soon I felt his big head pushing against my opening. It felt even bigger than it looked as he pushed forward. I gasped aloud as I felt him enter and stretch me. Even though I was soaking wet, the immensity of his thick cock made it difficult to thrust all the way in.

"Oh God..." It was slightly painful at first, but I gritted my teeth as my walls gave around him. He pulled back and pushed in again, a little deeper each time. I adjusted my hips to help accommodate him. Little by little, my pussy stretched and opened to take him until he was nearly all the way, bottoming out.

"Oh God, Simon." I repeated, my walls clenching and gripping around him. "You're so big..." I didn't know at that point if I could handle any more, but I damn sure wanted to try.

 

[saedo]

After repeated efforts, I forced nearly all of my throbbing erection inside her. Rebekah's eyes stared up at me the entire time, her pupils huge and dark. I was clearly way more than she expected, but she'd yet to ask me to stop.

I reached down beneath her thighs and lifted them up off the table. I slid my thighs up along her sleek calves and brought her ankles to my shoulders.

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Bracing myself against the floor, I began to pound into her with heavy strokes. Her tight pussy slowed me down somewhat, but I still managed to make her body shudder slightly with each impact. A distant part of my mind wondered if I should be more gentle, but watching her breasts and belly bounce only aroused me further.

 

[cbelle02]

In this position my big belly was pushed upward, as were my breasts, slightly restricting my breathing, but not enough that I wanted to stop. With each thrust, my tits and belly bounced, threatening to hit my face. I reached out on either side of me, gripping the edges of the table tightly to brace myself.

"Ahhh!" I cried out loudly, nearly overwhelmed with the sensations his big cock was creating. It felt amazing though borderline painful, with incredible stretching and full sensations. I hadn't been fucked like this in years and especially not by someone his size. It was definitely intense.

I'd never been a screamer. A moan, a breathy word or two, but I was never over the top, never loud. But with Simon, i couldn't hold back.

"Oh fuck, Simon!" I cried, letting out little gasps and pants with each thrust. "Oh God, don't stop!"

At one point, I thought I couldn't take anymore. "Ah! Simon...I can't..." I gasped, but my head fell back before I could finish my sentence and I gave in to the incredible sensations he was delivering.

 

[saedo]

Rebekah proved supple and strong despite her plump curves. Her legs easily bent upwards and her body writhed atop the table with impressive flexibility. She had clearly not abandoned her fitness regimen.

I hadn't been with anyone so vocal in quite a while. Rebekah started slow, but ramped up quickly. Soon her moans and squeals were easily audible across the entire house.

I thought she might have climaxed in the midst of it -- maybe even more than once. But it was hard to say for sure. She was gasping and screaming so much that I couldn't tell if she was still building to an orgasm or in the middle of one. Meanwhile, my cock was so swollen that I could scarcely feel her pussy over my own throbbing ache for release.

Rebekah started to beg me to stop or slow down, gasping "Simon, I can't, I can't!" I confess that a part of me kept going out of something approaching spite. I was just about ready to explode, but she'd been toying with me all fucking afternoon despite my strenuous attempts to play by the rules. I forced myself to go another minute hard and fast without mercy. She wound me up for hours, so let her reap the consequences.

Still, I was too fired up to last much longer than that. I bellowed like a damn bull a few seconds before I exploded. I could do little more than groan insensibly as what felt like a gallon of cum flooded out of my cock deep inside her.

 

[cbelle02]

My first climax took hold of me as Simon pounded hard and deep. It was strong, powerful, and intense as deep waves of pleasure wracked my body. I begged Simon to slow down as I started to come down from the insane pleasure, but he kept going, almost as if to punish me.

My next orgasm came before the first one had fully ended, and the next after that as his hot cum filled me. It was too much and I felt sure I was going to pass out from sheer intensity. Finally, after what felt like endless streams of cum had emptied inside me, Simon slowed to a stop.

I collapsed back against the table, my cries and screams quieted to heavy breathing. I was still conscious but in a state of exhausted delirium. It was a good thing it took Simon a while to come back to normal because I would have been unable to respond to anything.

After what felt like an hour, he finally pulled back, his cock sliding out of me along with a good bit of his cum. "Holy fuck..." I muttered, my words slurred.

 

[saedo]

I took my time enjoying the post-orgasm bliss. I had really enjoyed fucking Rebekah like that. Pregnant as she was, she was a fantastic lay. Even now, feeling her pussy clenching against my semi-firm cock was really good.

Eventually my conscience reasserted itself. Enjoying this experience was not a good idea. Rebekah was married. I had a girlfriend whom I was pretty happy with. How would I feel if I were in his shoes?

I pulled out of Rebekah. She moaned softly as I exited. A steady trickle of white jism followed, dribbling out her vagina and onto the table beneath her. Mary always made me wear condoms due to the volume of my cum; far easier to clean up that way.

Rebekah was clutching at herself, though whether in pleasure or discomfort I could not be sure. My cock had clearly stretched her limits, so she'd be pretty sore tomorrow as everything gradually shrank back into place. But she also had that "fucked silly" glaze to her eyes that suggested she'd also enjoyed the experience immensely.

I forced my thoughts elsewhere. Giving into temptation had felt great, but it was definitely a terrible idea. I knew if I lingered, I might be tempted into the same mistake again.

I found some paper towels and cleaned myself off as best I could in 30 seconds. I dressed hurriedly and gathered my things.

I stopped briefly at the kitchen table as I left. Rebekah's eyes didn't seem to see me and she was mumbling under her breath something about "too much" and "holy fuck". I glared down at her. "I told you what would happen if you pushed me into this," I growled. "You shouldn't have done that."

I turned and left without a further word. I just hoped Rebekah would recover before her husband got home. Finding your wife naked in a pool of another man's cum would raise some hard questions.

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My intention was for this to be a one-time mistake. I'd bury this incident deep and never think of Rebekah again. This was over.

Fate, however, had other plans in store for Rebekah and me.