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My Best Friend's Wife (MF cons oral preg)

I quietly opened the door to the ensuite bathroom. Through the
glass I could see the outline of Helen moving in the shower; her
form obscured by a mist of steam and frosted glass. Quickly
taking off my clothes, I pulled open the shower door and joined
her inside.

She turned expectantly and smiled to see me, moving back so that
there was room enough for us both in the confined space of the
cubicle.

"You came!" she said with a smile that lit up her face. It was a
statement of fact and not a question.

Turning her back to me again she luxuriated in the powerful flow
of hot water that fell on her face and ran in rivulets down
between her breasts.

Picking up the bar of soap I stood close behind her and she
pressed back into me sensuously, slowly moving her rump against
my groin with suggestive intent.

I reached forward and began to soap her pregnant belly. She
closed her eyes and relaxed back into my caress before twisting
her head toward me and baring the nape of her neck which I bent
to kiss.

Reaching up with both hands I started to soap her full breasts,
paying special attention to her sensitive nipples that began to
grow hard at the caress of my fingers. She was a good head
shorter than myself and I had to bend my knees as I reached down
between her legs below the obstacle of her stomach.

She moved her feet apart to support herself and leant trustingly
back against me as I deftly opened her up and explored her
intimate folds. The pounding water continued to flow over her
breasts and with my soapy fingers I quickly brought her off,
circling the tight bud of her clitoris until she began to sing
for me.

As she came she shut her eyes and with parted lips gasped out her
pleasure helplessly, while her limbs shook and I held her upright
against my body, my free hand roughly moulding her breasts as I
knew she loved.

After her rapture had subsided she turned and pressed against me,
her breasts crushed against my chest. She looked up, her wet hair
tight against her skull and soundlessly mouthed the words, "I
love you".

In response I bent my head and kissed her on the lips.

With some difficulty because of her condition and the limited
space within the shower she sank to her knees and took hold of my
erect phallus daintily between her thumb and forefinger. With a
look of focussed concentration she drew back the foreskin and
parting her lips took me inside her. All the while the shower
continued to pound her neck and the full length of her back with
powerful force.

For a lawyer, which is generally regarded as rather a dry and
intellectual profession, she was accomplished in the arts of love
and knew exactly what she was about. Using a skilful combination
of her tongue and lips she slowly built up a rhythm and soon it
was my turn to lean back and brace myself against the wall of the
cubicle responsive beneath her intimate caresses.

I gazed down at her bobbing head, sensing which she reached up
and swept back her long blonde hair over her shoulder so that I
could see her face. She glanced up at me but did not stop, her
lips making a perfect circle around my penis as it penetrated her
mouth.

When I came, she stopped still but did not pull away as I pumped
my seed into the back of her throat. After a few moments it was
finished and, with a last gentle suck, she allowed me to pull out
of her and swallowed my emission without protest or a second
thought.

She smiled up at me and there was a trace of semen glistening on
her lips and chin. Offering her my hand I helped her to rise
awkwardly from the tiled floor. Turning round to lean into the
flow of the shower she allowed it to caress her face and also
where there was a trickle of my cum on her left breast.

Reaching up for the showerhead she detached it and methodically
began to clean my groin, pulling back the foreskin and paying
especial attention to the burnished helmet of my temporarily
flaccid organ. When she was satisfied she turned the water off
and opening the shower door reached out for a towel with which to
dry herself.

She handed it to me and I followed her into the bedroom watching
appreciatively as she walked across the plush carpeted floor. Her
young daughter was at nursery and we had the rest of the
afternoon undisturbed to ourselves. Steve, her husband was away
at a conference and we knew he would not be back until late
tomorrow.

In the meantime I was free to fuck my best friend's wife and,
from the way she was lying back on the bed naked with her legs
apart looking across at me invitingly, I didn't get the
impression that she objected at all.

Because she was some eight months pregnant I needed to be gentle
with her and the straight forward missionary position was not
very practical or comfortable for either of us. We had
discovered, however, by experimentation, that with her on top she
was able to support herself and she enjoyed the sense of being in
control. Meanwhile, I was free to admire the easy motion of her
breasts and the fertile swell of her stomach that never ceased to
delight me. I was happy to let her persist in the illusion of
mastery, after all, as the future mother of my child I did have
some responsibilities toward her.
