The planets all seemed to align at one time. Cary, Barbi's husband, was out of town on a business trip for two weeks and was not expected back for another two, Barbi was three months pregnant and horny from Cary's physical neglect of her, and she was being watched closely by her boss without even realizing it.
In a way, Barbara (but everyone called her Barbi since high school) had been looking forward to her husband's trip and time alone. Now, she wasn't so sure it would be that much fun. She had planned to spend time with her best friend Gale, but now she was away on a family emergency.
Barbi was a secretary for Banger, Bunz, & Hootz, an established law firm in their southern mid-sized town. She and her husband had come as a package deal. Cary was fresh out of law school and she had left college early as a Sophomore to marry a man 8 hears her senior, but who was definitely on the fast track. They had only been married and working 3 months when she accidentally got pregnant.
Looking back on it, was like a blur. They had both agreed to save themselves for marriage, and then the honeymoon came and went, followed by a move and new jobs. Cary was working 80-hour weeks and was so tired they were lucky to have sex once a week. With the onset of morning sickness and her body starting to change Cary seemed to make excuses to never have sex with her.
It was Saturday now and Barbi decided to busy herself by sitting down to make a dress she had planned months before. She had a feeling Cary would like the dress and maybe this would be the beginning of rekindling their romance. It had a plunging neckline and the skirt was very short. The pattern also called for a form fitting material that would show off her figure. She hadn't planned on being pregnant originally, but she decided, 'what the hell,' she'd make it anyway.
Getting out of her car in the parking lot of the fabric store, she saw Mr. Bunz coming towards her from the liquor store nearby.
"Hi Barbi, how are you doing on this lovely day?'
"Just fine," she answered, a little uncomfortable at looking so disheveled on the weekend.
"Feeling better now that the first trimester is over," he asked, staring at her slightly swollen belly.
"Oh, yes, much better, but I look so fat," she answered, pouting.
Mr. Bunz looked at her a little mischievously as he said, "I for one think that a women becomes more sexy when she's pregnant."
Her face became beet red with his forward comment.
He quickly changed the subject and pointed at the pattern in her hand, "making something for the baby?"
Barbi saw her chance to get back at Mr. Bunz, "No, it's something for Daddy, a low cut tight mini-dress for me."
It was Dr. Bunz's turn to blush. He quickly recovered, seemed to hesitate for a moment then said, "Barbi, I just wanted to let you know there is a party at the office next Friday night and I was going to invite Cary and you... then he had to go out of town and I didn't extend the invitation. But now that I think about it, there isn't any reason that you can't come on your own."
"Oh, well I don't know, I..."
Mr. Bunz interrupted, "In fact, I insist. And if you're done with that dress, you can break it in that night!" he said with a laugh as he turned to walk away. "It starts at 8 p.m. I'll remind you again next week."
Back at home in the shower, Barbi rubbed the soap up and down her body as she surveyed the changes taking place. When she was first at the office after only being married a few months, she had caught her husband bragging to a new buddy about her measurements, 36C-22-35. She had elbowed him in the ribs for embarrassing her like that, but deep down she was elated that he was so proud of her figure. Those same numbers didn't apply now, but she was sure that her breasts had swelled over a cup size. Her legs still looked very long and slim and there was only a slight swelling across her stomach. With long blond hair and bright sparkling blue eyes, Barbi was still very confident in her physical attributes. The only area in which her self-esteem was hurting was in the brains department. She wasn't stupid by any means, but she had never been very interested in school and had only attended college to get her MRS degree and she had achieved that after two years. She lathered up the soap and squeezed her firm, full breasts, causing the nipples to get erect. Her other hand made it's way down between her legs and she moaned as she quickly brought herself to a little orgasm. 'I need my husband back so bad,' she thought.
On Monday morning Barbi was walking past Mr. Bunz office when she overheard a conversation.
"I'd like to see all of her naked and I don't care if she's pregnant."
"Now lets not get carried away. She's a married woman," she heard Mr. Bunz reply.
"Is she planning on showing up Friday night?" another voice asked.
"She supposed to be," Bunz replied as he walked out of his office. He was startled to see Barbi there and judging by his reaction he knew that she had overheard.
"I guess you heard," he said nervously.
She nodded with a smile.
"Sorry about that, Barbi," he said, "the guys get a little crass sometimes. I hope that won't keep you from showing up Friday night."
She shifted her weight and found herself thrusting out her breasts as she said, "I'll take it as a compliment. Not too many pregnant women get those I've heard. I'll try to make it."
"Everyone is supposed to be here at 8 p.m.," he said as he turned and walked away.
Throughout the day Barbi felt as if all the guys in the office were staring at her as she walked around. She knew she was just being paranoid, but her nipples were stiff at the idea of getting so much attention. As she sat at her desk she realized that her pussy was damp. 'I'm a happily married woman,' she thought, 'am I losing control?'
After a quick shower at home she busied herself making the dress. She tried to suppress her horny urges without luck. Sewing the dress helped a little to forget Mr. Bunz's invitation for Friday night. Her mind began to run wild at the thought of showing up without her husband. 'I'm sure it couldn't hurt. There'd be other wives there,' she thought.
She finished the dress by Thursday night and was tempted to try it on. She knew that it would look silly with her pregnant belly. But just for the heck of it she decided to go ahead and have a little fun looking at herself in the mirror. The material was flexible enough to fit over her belly. What nagged at her was the comment she recalled from one of the guys in Mr. Bunz's office, "I don't care if she's pregnant." Mr. Bunz had also made some comment about pregnant women being sexy. She had always thought that having a fat belly was unattractive but it began to make her wonder
Barbi tried the dress on and it fit perfectly. It hugged every inch of my body. The front flexed enough to be comfortable with her belly and the hem was set about half way between her knees and her waist. She would have to watch it if she bent over and with her breasts looked like they could burst out of the material. The dress pushed them together showing very nice cleavage. She laughed and put on her 5 inch red pumps and pranced around in front of the mirror. From the rear her ass and legs looked great. You couldn't even tell that she was pregnant.
Her profile showed the gentle curve of my belly and her firm milk filled breasts barely sagged at all without a bra. It occurred to her that she'd seen women with plump tummies that didn't look that much different from the way she looked right now. Her bulge was a little higher. Another two months would be a different story, however. As she pranced around she was feeling more and more sexy with her pregnant body. The dress didn't look silly, it looked hot. Her nipples began to push against the stretchy fabric showing her arousal. Barbi caught herself thinking about the guys at the office and what they would think of her rather than what her husband would think.
As she stood in front of the mirror the devil in her thought about showing up at the office party dressed in the mini-dress. 'I bet their jaws would hit the floor when they saw me,' she thought and quickly dismissed the idea. She couldn't go out in public dressed like she was. Women just don't wear sexy outfits like this when they're pregnant. People might think I was a tramp or something.