During my pregnancy, I was shockingly horny. I had always been a dirty girl from a young age, but this was something totally new for me. As the months progressed I became insatiable. The first trimester passed with me feeling bright and cheerful, with periods of sickness etc, but generally I felt fine -- and not particularly sexual. This was fine, because my husband at the time wasn't providing me with any sex. He suggested that he was worried about the baby and all that, but I got the impression that he was quite turned off by it all and didn't really find me sexy anymore -- that was proven when he later buggered off and left me, but that's another story.
Towards the end of my second trimester, I suddenly started wanting sex. Really wanting sex. I could hardly handle how horny I was. I remember holding a dinner party at my house; when I couldn't hold a thought in my head because I had been checking out pretty much every male member of the party imagining them fucking me to exhaustion, all lining up and taking turns -- in my pussy, up my arse, shooting it all into my mouth. Standing over me and beating off, covering my body with their cum. Of course, at that time I hadn't been introduced to the world of other girls' pussies, so half of those people were sadly left out of my dirty thoughts.
Having a swollen belly, I was bigger than normal. I remember squeezing past someone sitting at the table, and moaning out loud when I received the slightest brush from the corner of their chair -- almost instantly soaking my knickers with my juice. I was so embarrassed straight away because I knew how loudly I'd moaned. The men sitting down thought I'd been hurt, but I think a couple of the women realised what kind of moan it really was. I had to excuse myself and I went upstairs to finger myself silly -- I came down ten minutes later only slightly relieved.
Anyway, to the story. At the seventh month, I was being driven wild with lust. I'm generally a moral person, so I felt cheating on my husband with another man was wrong. So I spent every day in pretty much the same way -- I'd wake up, have a shower, and see my husband off to work. After that I'd spend the rest of the day downloading porn on my computer and masturbating almost continuously. I acted like a schoolboy who'd just discovered how to orgasm. I made a few trips to the sex shops in Soho to pick up some 'supplies' -- a couple of strong vibrators and thick dildos -- and one for my arse. I bought some DVDs which suited my taste, and even found some where pregnant women were getting fucked in every way -- the kind of treatment my body longed for. I often lost count of how many times I'd masturbate during the day. I'd leave the TV playing a hardcore film so I would have something to fantasise about while I was doing my housework. I preferred staying clothed, in case any of my friends or family would turn up to visit -- but sometimes I'd lie on my bed naked, furiously working away between my legs, until the skin on my fingers became crinkled like they do when you have a bath.
Friends did come to visit -- especially my best friend Ruth. I had known her since college and we knew each other better than anyone. We always told each other everything -- she was even filthier than me, and she would always tell me stories about her latest conquests and how she spent her weekend getting laid. She was bi, and very sexually active; often spending nights at swinger's clubs and dogging spots around Essex. She wasn't bad looking at all -- she had a body to kill for, lovely C cup boobs, and short, sexy red hair. But it was the way she looked that was the sexiest -- when she went out, she'd wear something skimpy to get everyone looking at her, then she'd simply pick who she wanted and took him (or her or even them) home. Her stories shocked me, but they turned me on a hell of a lot too. She knew I loved hearing them, and we'd always spend time together, and on the phone, with her telling me all about it. We were open to each other about everything -- I told her about how horny I was and how I wasn't getting any sex from Rob, my husband. I told her about my filthy fantasies and even about the incident with the chair -- we giggled about that one.
This particular day she came around, I had been lounging around in my living room, watching one of the pregnant porn DVDs I'd bought. When the bell rang I leapt up from where I was sprawled on the floor and loosely tied up my robe, and flicked the 'off' button on my remote. I went to the door and saw her in, wrapping our arms around each other and giving each other a kiss as we always did.
We walked back into the living room to find the film still playing -- clearly my pressing of the 'off' button had been useless. I was so embarrassed, and just managed to rush over and turn off the TV. I looked at Ruth and she burst out laughing.
"Niiiiice! I didn't know you could find porn like that!" Ruth said with wide eyes.
"Shut up Ruth don't embarrass me anymore.."
Ruth just giggled and said, "Come on, turn it back on Judi, I want to see!"
We messed about in front of the TV until I gave up and she turned it on. She sat down on the sofa and lay back.
"Well what have we here..."
I sat down next to her and gave her a nudge mocking shame. We were best friends; I didn't really think it was a big deal. The scene playing had a heavily pregnant woman on all fours being fucked up the arse by a man while a pretty girl under her licked her pussy. The pregnant woman seemed to be loving it -- she was moaning really loudly, just like I would. We watched quietly for a while.
Then Ruth smiled at me and said, "this is really good stuff.. I would have bought it myself if I found it. Isn't that pregnant girl sexy?"
Ruth knew I was unhappy with how I looked -- I felt fat and ugly. I had a huge belly and my boobs had exploded in to massive size -- my own C cup bras looked like children's bras compared to my boobs. I laughed and said back to her, "yeah sure she's sexy... fat bitch".
Ruth was just enraptured by the scene on the TV. Cum dribbled out of the pregnant girl's arsehole and slid down to the tongue of the girl underneath. Ruth's mouth fell slightly open and she looked completely engrossed. "I wish I was the girl underneath. I'd love to get my tongue in there".
I hit her hard on her arm and said "shut up you filthy slut! You're disgusting!"
Ruth replied, "Oh come on! You know you'd love your pussy eaten like that". We laughed with each other and playfully pushed each other around until we sat back down in each others arms. My robe had fallen apart slightly, showing my big belly. Ruth loved putting her hands over the big mound, feeling the soft, pale skin. I hadn't been with girls before, but watching the film had gotten me really aroused and Ruth's fingers felt good on my skin. It felt tingly and when her fingers wandered close to my pussy I felt a wave of arousal, causing me to get a little bit wet. She kissed my belly and sat back up. "So tell me how things are". I told her it was the usual, I was feeling tired and stressed and horny -- and not much I could do would make it better. I showed her the anal vibrator I'd bought the day before and told her I hadn't tried it yet. We giggled as I told her to hurry up and leave so I could use it. It was great to laugh, but I couldn't help starting to feel sad when I told her how things were becoming strained between me and Rob, and how I felt that I had to get sex or I might go looking elsewhere. My body felt tired and unloved.
She leant over and hugged me. We held each other for a while, and then she sat back up. "I've got an idea. I'll make you feel better". She took the remote and flicked off the film from the TV. "Lie down on the floor". She took a cushion from the sofa and put it on the floor.
"Why? What are you going to do?" I asked.
She looked at me and said sternly, "do what I say girl! Lie down, I'll be back in an minute".
She disappeared upstairs while I lay down on the floor like I she asked me to, wandering what it was all about. After all, I'd grown used to lying on the floor of my living room for different reasons...
Ruth came back quickly -- she'd been up to my bathroom. "Welcome to Ruth's massage parlour!" She was dressed in a robe too, and had a bottle of baby oil in her hands. I smiled happily -- I felt a massage would be perfect right now.
I looked at her and said, "aww Jules you're lovely" and decided that I deserved to be pampered a little.