December 27 afternoon
Maggie seemed nervously ebullient all afternoon long. After not fucking Marcus in several days, they had shared an intense, intimate coupling. Part of her happiness was undoubtedly due to the fact that she was giving her body to the man who had put his black seed deep in her, breeding her with his black child. In my experience, there seems to be an extra sexual charge for a woman during pregnancy to give herself to the man whose child she is carrying.I remember the glow and the level of intense and constant sexual hunger Maggie experienced years ago when she was carrying our daughter Jennifer.
Coming downstairs to the family room, dressed in a terry shorty robe, she was now exhibiting the same level of high sexual tension, pheromones broadcasting both need and desire Although I knew she was no longer interested in being my bed mate, my pale penis was erect, straining hard against my trousers.
Maggie moved with lithesome grace to the sofa where I sat, settling softly on my lap, her right arm gracefully sliding over my shoulders, touching me to the core of my male fiber as I felt her skin on mine, the soft feel of her arm warm against the skin of my neck. Her small hand massaged my neck and the sexual tension, instead of leaving my body, intensified. My member now hurt from the need to be inside this woman so sexually desirable in her fecund condition. Her soft rump rested comfortably on my lap and I knew she could feel my intense need.
I could feel the heat of her ass spreading over my thighs and lap, raising my level of aching need and hoped that my hand lightly massaging her body, and my hard little penis, though smaller and less satisfying than the cock she constantly craved and climaxed on, was sending her signals as well.
Her terrycloth robe, loosely opened reveal the curve of her swollen breast and without hesitation, my free hand reached under the robe to cup her left breast. She felt so firm there now, her skin stretched tighter over the circumference of her tits swollen with the milk that would serve to nourish the black baby she would bring into the world for her bull. I was unaccountably turned on by her dusty pink aureoles that now covered a third of her breast. My penis now strained painfully. Marcus was napping in the bed that once was mine and this emboldened me.
I massaged her breast lightly and in the glow of the soft lights in the room, I could see how desirable she looked. Every woman exudes a certain glow during pregnancy and Maggie was no exception. Maggie's breasts showed fresh bite marks, the kind Marcus often left as a mark of ownership on her body. Of course, the fact that his bites turned Maggie on even hotter also accounted for their frequent reappearance as well. My fingers found her nipples, now swollen twice their usual size, and hard with the consistency of pencil erasers -- the better to help a new pair of black lips find nourishment some months from now.
Maggie moaned softly, her lips parted involuntarily, as I twisted her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She turned her face to me and our lips sought each others. Maggie kissed me full on the lips now, our tongues touching sensuously. As we reluctantly broke the kiss, Maggie spoke softly, in a whisper barely audible from inches away, and therefore for my ears only. " Oh God, I want you so damn bad."
I yanked her robe open a little further and saw both her breasts in their pale glory. A pregnant woman's breasts normally grew at least one bra size and gained a cup size in fullness as well, and Maggie's hormones were delivering perfectly in this regard. As I stared hungrily at her milky skin contrasting with her newly darkened nipples and her aureoles, now also several shades darker and several centimeters largerl, I could no longer restrain myself. Perhaps it would be possible for me to win back this raven haired hotwife I thought, especially in her now hypercharged sexual state. My lips descended on her exposed nipple like a hunger craven animal, every fiber of my being charged with sexual tension.
Maggie mouthed, "Oh God," over and over, and her soft full ass squirmed over my lap. Caressing my hair with both her hands, holding my head down, locked on her breast, Maggie's chest heaved with the quickening of sexual need. Maggie was destined to live in a state of constant horniness for much of her 9 months, so I was sure I was only minutes away from sliding my penis into her hormone swollen pussy.
Her scent was a mixture of her natural odors, enhanced with the pheromone blush of pregnancy, tinged with a tiny note of her favorite perfume. As I sucked and licked her nipples, this heady mix was borne aloft by her growing body heat straight to my nostrils. At that moment it was possible for me to believe that she was mine alone again, and that she was moments away from lying back on the sofa and spreading her legs for me.
After a few more minutes, she started suddenly, pulling my lips from her nipples, and pushing my hands away. "Oh Honey," she said softly, "I want to, I really do, but Marcus has something special planned for tonight, and he wants me really horny. I can lie with you and watch you stroke though, if you'd like."
Ignoring her plea, I tugged her nipple between my teeth, teasing the tip with my tongue. Maggie winced audibly, then changed her tone to sound more forceful, "Jackie sweetie, you need to be good and stop now. Daddy was really rough on Mama's titties this afternoon and they're still sensitive." From seeing the myriad bite marks, that much was obvious, so I returned to gentle licking and she visibly relaxed. I didn't realize it then, but the way she was beginning to talk, referring to herself as 'Mama' and Marcus as 'Daddy' would mark a new direction in my cuckoldery, demoting me further from my once unchallenged position in her life.