This is story #29 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) or my profile, for any background needed. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.
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Dana
One Fall Sunday afternoon after a quick trip to the gym, I was in one of those trendy healthy grocery stores that sell mostly organic and healthy foods. I was just perusing the aisles since it had just opened, and seeing if there was anything worth the exorbitant prices that were being charged. My eye was caught by a beautiful, dark-haired pregnant woman further down the aisle from me. I knew that I knew her, but couldn't place her.
I meandered throughout the store trying to get a better look without being obvious. Finally, it hit me -- she was the wife a former business partner of mine at my prior job. A real jerk. He was about my age (47 at the time of this story), but she was much younger when they married -- his second marriage. I remember him parading her around when they first started dating five years prior, her wearing slutty Halloween costumes to parties and low-cut dresses to other events. Like he was some super stud that had to show off his thirty-year-old girlfriend to boost his ego.
I recall that they had their wedding reception in his backyard probably three years before, when they lived in the same town as me but moved soon after the wedding. I didn't attend --it was just a small gathering of close relatives, not that I would have gone anyway, except maybe to see how hot she looked in a wedding dress.
She had to be about 35 or so now. She was always really hot -- short with jet black hair, a nice round ass and a light-up-the-room smile.
During the time when my ex-wife Caitlin had been pregnant with our oldest child, we had some of the hottest sex we ever had. Her raging hormones and my obsession with her growing body kept us in each other's pants every day, sometimes twice a day. The bigger her belly and tits got, the harder my dick became, and we fucked like crazy.
Our second pregnancy was the opposite. Caitlin had NO sex drive, and no interest in letting me have my way with her body, like the first time. After my vasectomy, I figured my days of having "pregnant sex" were over.
I approached Dana and said hello. It took a few seconds, but she recognized me. Her sad looking face turned happy, and she threw her arms around me with a smile, which lit up the whole store. She looked really, really good, and her pregnant belly was getting my attention. I asked about Roger, and her face fell immediately.
"He left me," she said. "Asshole didn't want to have a baby, and as soon as he found out I was pregnant, he split. So now here I am, seven months pregnant. Mother fucker."
I'm no lawyer, but I said, "Make sure you pursue child support. Alimony too." I knew how much money he made.
"Oh, for sure," she agreed. "It's already in the works. If he thought kids were expensive, wait until he sees how much divorce costs."
"Don't I know it!" I agreed, and we laughed a bit.
I offered to buy her lunch, and we left the store and headed to a local healthy eatery for some salads. She explained how hard it had been doing everything by herself, and was really worried about raising a baby on her own. Her parents lived several hundred miles away and would be no help, so the thought of moving home had crossed her mind. I assured her that many women did exactly what she was fearing, but everyone figured it out in the end.
We had a nice lunch, and as we approached her car in the lot, we turned to give each other a goodbye hug. She smelled so good and that belly was such a turn on.
As we separated, I looked at her, and we both lunged forward for a kiss.
It was hot and heavy from the start, and anyone watching us would be betting that we were going to fuck right in the parking lot.
We separated long enough for her to urgently ask, "Where do you live?"
"About fifteen minutes away," I said, "But my kids are there."
"It's fine, I'm closer anyway," she replied, "Follow me."
Five minutes later we sped into a small apartment complex parking lot, she pulling into space number three and me right next to her in a visitor's spot. We practically ran to her front door, throwing the bags of health food onto the floor as I followed her ass to the small bedroom. She began stripping her clothes off as soon as we entered, and I followed her lead.
"On your back" she ordered, and I complied.
My cock was stiff as a board, and she climbed her sexy seven-month pregnant body onto mine. We didn't talk, we didn't kiss, there was no foreplay of any kind. Dana simply grabbed my cock in her hand, lined it with her pussy, and slowly sank down on it.
Once she was all the way down, I immediately had her sit straight up. I love this position for what you can see and do with your hands, and with a pregnant woman, it is so much better.
She was magnificent. Her areola were dark brown with protruding nipples. Her stomach was large but not overly so, and her belly button had started to poke out as well. She grinded her hips to get friction on her clit, and she grabbed my hands and pulled them to her tits. I pinched her nipples, lightly at first, then a bit harder.
She moaned louder with each pinch, and a few seconds later a drop of milk formed.
My ex wife lactated only a little bit during the final month of her first pregnancy, but after our oldest was born, and breast-feeding didn't go well, I took the opportunity to get as much of that milk as I could for myself. My child didn't breast feed long, but I did for about six months. I absolutely loved breast milk, and it had been about five years since I tasted any, from a prior neighbor who was nursing a newborn (prior story Bella).
I groaned in excitement when I saw it, and she looked down to see it drip from her nipple. That sent her over the edge.
"Oh fuck, I'm coming," she cried, and I pulled her down to kiss her, then moved my mouth to her nipple for a taste.
I suckled like a newborn, and she continued to grind on me and have a series of orgasms while I did so. Her milk was so sweet, it tasted of cantaloupe, and I couldn't get enough.
After her first wave of orgasms, she sat up again. She was much calmer now, and although my hormones were still running at record highs, I let her lead. For one, I wasn't sure if this was a one-off experience, so I wanted to make sure I enjoyed as much as I could.
She rocked slowly and we started talking.
"Oh God I needed that. I can't believe I'm lactating already. I had no idea I would do that before the baby was born. I was so wet driving over here, I was thinking about sucking your cock and having you go down on me, but as soon as I saw your dick, I just wanted to sit on it. I hope that's OK."
"No need to apologize for anything." I replied. "I think some women lactate depending on how high their hormones are raging."
"This is the first time I've had pregnant sex; I didn't realize how crazy I would get. I guess that explains it."
She was rocking faster now as we talked.
"After I come again, please fuck me from behind. After that you can do whatever you want to me."
"No problem," I thought as I nodded to her in understanding. I'm nothing if not accommodating.
She continued rocking, locking her hands behind her head and allowing me full visual and physical access to her swollen belly and tits. Her nipples were like over ripe blackberries that were ready to burst. I reached up and grabbed both of her tits with each hand and squeezed them.
She moaned loudly, then said, "You can pinch my nipples as hard as you want, but my tits are a bit sore, so please be gentle."
I pinched her nipples again, a bit harder than before, causing more milk to flow and Dana to come again with a groan.
We then gently moved onto a doggy style position, with Dana on her knees and legs spread, laying with her shoulders against the bed. Her gorgeous ass was pointing at me with her belly hanging down just a bit. I fingered her pussy for a minute from behind, one finger deep in her pussy and my thumb lightly tickling her asshole as she thrust her hips back at me.
My cock was ready to explode, so I moved in and gently placed the head inside her. I hadn't fucked a pregnant woman in many years, so I was careful at first, not wanting to cause any discomfort or pain or damage.
Dana was having none of that caution, however.
She looked back over her shoulder at me with fire in her eyes and said "Fuck me dammit, fuck me!"
I obliged her, grabbing her soft hips and really pounding her. She reached back and gave my balls a squeeze as she buried her face in the pillows. I grabbed a handful of her jet-black hair and gave her head a yank back, then told her I was going to come.
"Oh yes, come in me," she cried, as if she had a say in the matter. I painted the inside of her pussy with my load and held there, waiting until my orgasm subsided, then rolled off of her.
Dana collapsed face down on the bed, and we both laid there for about ten minutes, just listening to each other's breathing slowly calm down. It had the potential to get awkward, because we didn't really know each other that well, but hormones had taken over our bodies, and now the aftermath awaited. I decided to be proactive and try to prevent any awkwardness.
I reached over and rubbed her back, and said, "Turn over."
She rolled over onto her back, her swollen breasts looking fabulous and her pregnant belly a beautiful round object of my desire. I started lightly running my hands up and down her torso, over her nipples, across her belly button, around her stomach.
"God, you look gorgeous," I said in a low whisper.
Dane groaned and started to squirm a bit at my words.
