After the weekend where Brenda had asked to be impregnated, I deliberately scaled back on our sexual activity. I wanted to give her space to bond with Roger over what had happened. This seemed to be working, as she did not ask me to visit until a few weeks later when she came into my office one Wednesday, closing the door behind her. She had a big smile on her face and looked positively radiant.
"I'm pregnant, Alan," she said, "I missed my period and tested myself. I'm going to have your baby."
"Oh Brenda, I'm so pleased for you. Is Roger excited?"
"He's over the moon. He's fussing around me and telling me how lovely it's going to be with a family at last. He said we should have a celebratory dinner as soon as possible."
My cock stirred as I thought about her growing with my child inside her womb while her husband looked after her. I found it strangely arousing. He would have a constant reminder of how his wife wanted and enjoyed fucking me in preference to him, something that I could not understand, but which he embraced.
"I'd be delighted to celebrate together. Did you have a date in mind?"
"Well, perhaps this Friday? You could stay for the weekend if you wanted."
"I think that's an excellent idea."
My cock had now grown considerably. Brenda and Roger had clearly bonded over the conception of their child and were now looking forward to their new family, however it seemed that she was missing her regular sexual activities. This was going to provide some interesting opportunities.
"OK then," she said, "until Friday," and left my office.
I was now quite aroused and thinking about what we were going to do together. I'd missed her and our time together. I'd missed enjoying her fabulous body and the feelings she gave me. I'd missed watching her orgasm. I'd missed reminding her husband that his wife's cunt belonged to me and that he was a beta male.
Friday evening eventually arrived and I arrived at their front door. Roger answered and welcomed me into the living room. Brenda was in the kitchen, but came out when Roger told her I was there, flinging her arms around me.
"Hello stranger," she said, "we've missed you."
"And I you," I replied, "but I'm here now."
She was looking radiant. Her hair was shining, her face beaming. She had clearly decided to dress sexily, wearing a tight black sweater, accentuating her bust, and black slacks that looked as though they'd been sprayed onto her body. My cock reacted appreciatively.
Roger opened a bottle of champagne and poured 2 glasses followed by a glass of sparkling mineral water for Brenda.
"Here's to my wife's pregnancy," said Roger, "let's hope she has an easy pregnancy and an easy birth with a healthy baby."
"Hear, hear," I said, and we all drank.
"And a toast for my husband," said Brenda, stepping up to him and giving him a passionate kiss then raising her glass.
"Hear, hear," I said again and we drank.
"And finally a toast to Alan," said Brenda.
"To Alan," said Roger, and they both drank.
"Enough of the toasts," I said, "how have you been, Brenda?"
"On top of the world. I've been sleeping so well and feel full of energy. My breasts have become very sensitive and I've felt very randy over the last few days."
"Well, perhaps we can do something about that," I said, "let's see how we feel after dinner."
"Come through to the kitchen, you two," said Brenda, "I need company while I cook."
After dinner we went back through to the living room where we sat down, Brenda and I on the couch, Roger in an armchair.
We talked about all of the usual things, politics, work, society and, of course, sex. Then Brenda suggested we watch a film.
"What kind do you have in mind?" I asked, "a romcom, or drama, or maybe comedy?"
"I was thinking of something a little more adventurous," she said, "more like Emanuelle."
"Ah," I said, laughing, "you want to watch some porn. I like the idea."
Roger stood up and rummaged in their collection, then put something in the player before coming to join us on the couch after starting the film. It was one of the great classic ones - 'Debbie Does Dallas'.
It wasn't long before the atmosphere in the room started to ratchet up. Brenda started fidgeting and Roger was constantly re-arranging his seating. I was feeling more and more aroused.
"Roger, stop the film," I said, "let's all get undressed."
Roger got up and stopped the film, then stripped down to his shorts. I also got up and did the same, before taking Brenda's hand and helping her up. She stood in front of us and slowly took off her top to reveal a lacy bra which set off her marvellous bust perfectly. Then she undid her slacks and dropped them to the floor. She was wearing matching lacy panties which were fairly transparent as I could see her pubic hair through them.
"My God you look sexy," I said, reaching out to touch her breasts. They felt gorgeous.
Roger restarted the film and we returned to the couch where Brenda snuggled up to me. I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. She put a hand on my thigh, caressing it.
I turned my head towards her and kissed her on the forehead. She tilted her head upwards, looking at me with dreamy green eyes, her mouth slightly open. She looked so seductive. I kissed her gently, sucking her bottom lip and felt her tongue licking my upper lip. Soon we were locked in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing with each other.
Turning my body towards her I pulled her forward and unclasped her bra, then cupped her left breast and rolled her nipple between my fingers. She murmured a "mmmmmm" into my mouth and I felt her hand creep up my thigh and under the leg of my shorts to fondle my balls. My cock jerked and I broke our kiss.
"Stand up, Brenda. I want to look at you."
She got up and stood in front of me. I reached forward to feel between her legs. Her panties were wet. I pushed the gusset to one side and ran my fingers over her labia then between them. Her slit was sopping wet and my fingers soon slipped into her cunt as her hips jerked.
"Let's get rid of these before they are completely ruined," I said, pulling her panties down. She stepped out of them and stood in front of me, legs slightly apart. She looked ravishing. Large bust narrowing down to a still slim waist above a gorgeous bush.
I slipped my hand back between her legs and rubbed her slit before gently rubbing around her clit then gripping the shaft between my fingers. She bent her knees and then placed a hand over mine, pushing hard.
I leaned my head forward and took a breast into my mouth, my lips around her areola as I sucked her nipple and tickled it with my tongue. I felt her hips jerk as some moisture dribbled out of her cunt and onto the floor.
"Come and sit on me with your back to me," I said.
She turned round and backed towards me, lowering herself slowly onto my lap while she held my cock and guided it into her cunt. She was so wet that there was almost no resistance as my head separated the folds of her labia and started the glorious journey into her vagina.
There was a slight resistance at the entrance, but my glans soon popped through pushing apart the walls of her vagina. It felt fabulous, my corona stimulated by the delicate friction of her internal flesh with its ridges and shape. Her internal muscles massaged my whole cock, rippling around it as I went deeper and deeper inside her.
She leant back against me, her head pressed back against my face as I grasped her breasts, pulling on her nipples with my fingers. I sucked her earlobe, then ran my tongue around inside her ear.
"My God, I've missed you," I whispered in her ear, "I've missed the feeling of your vagina wrapped around my cock, the fire inside and your juices oozing out. You give me such exquisite feelings, tantalising and excruciating."
I started making small movements with my hips, moving my cock inside her. She responded by moving herself backwards and forwards, bracing her hands on the couch on either side of me.
"Oh that does feel good," she said, "your cock feels so hot and hard, and so damn thick. I've really missed it."
"You've missed it too, Roger, haven't you?" I said.
"God, yes," he said.
"Well then, get down there and look closely at it. Watch how it fills your wife, stretching her and reaching places you can only dream about."
Roger got off the couch and knelt in front of us. He reached for my balls and fondled them, then leaned in and licked the base of my shaft as it emerged from Brenda's cunt, cleaning off the fluids that had oozed out, before leaning back and stroking himself as he watched.
I reached down to feel Brenda's clit. It was dipping in towards my shaft and then back up again as I fucked her. I gripped it between my fingers and stroked it.
