"Your ex-boyfriend Jack lives nearby here, Olivia. Why hang around when you know he still wants to be with you?"
"I feel like taking risks, Stacy."
"Babe, you're pregnant, have a great husband who is at home right now just a few miles away. If you need to fuck someone why not go to the man who loves you rather than one who let you down?"
My cousin Stacy wanted to protect me, but I was brimming over with sexual frustration and the excitement of smashing a sexual taboo. At seven and a half months pregnant and with rampant horny hormones, I was needful of her help, not moral advice.
I leaned in closer to her, between shopping aisles making sure I couldn't be overheard.
"I have permission to do this."
"Fucking, what now?"
I shouldn't have giggled at her shock because it attracted attention although the revelation added to my delightfully slutty demeanour. Stacy gripped my arm, leading me to a deserted aisle in the store, looking bewildered and irritated.
"Have you set me up, Olivia?"
"What do you mean?"
"As a fucking alibi for you to screw your ex-boyfriend?"
"No. I'm telling you the truth, Gary has given me permission to fuck Jack and I need your help to do that."
"I don't understand."
"Look. This is all agreed between us. I'm a hotwife and Jack wants me to cuckold him. We've set boundaries and made sure our love and relationship aren't at risk."
"You're a fucking, what?"
"A hotwife. It's not unusual these days and I'd rather you didn't judge me."
I'd spilled the beans on my husband's and my plan rather than suffer Stacey's interrogation and torture by a thousand paper cuts.
"You need to explain this better, Olivia. You aren't making any sense."
"Gary couldn't get me pregnant, so we went on a baby making cruise. A few guys later... I was caught. Now my stepping out on our marriage with Gary's permission is our lifestyle."
I left out the bit about the cousin who had actually impregnated me. It would be too much for Stacy to deal with.
"Fucking hell, Olivia. You're a slut."
"I'm a hotwife. It's different Stacy and I'd appreciate a little less judgement."
She stood in the aisle with arms folded, unsure whether to flee or stay and help me. Stacy has always been a great friend and cousin but she needed to make the leap to where I was.
"Why do you need me?"
"Look at the size of me. I'm a fucking whale and it'll get messy."
I glanced at my watch and knew Jack would already be in the car park. While dragging Stacy to the store exit doors, I discarded a mostly empty shopping cart to hunt down my ex-boyfriend.
"Have you seen yourself, Olivia?"
"No. Why?"
"You're behaving like a wanton whore. It's almost like you're desperate for a cock."
"Says the girl who's fucking a married man."
She stopped in her tracks and I saw guilt flicker across my cousin's expression. I knew about her and the married man she'd met, fell in love with and eventually succumbed to. I wasn't throwing it in her face, but I needed Stacy to understand that not all moral dilemmas are as simple as the one she saw herself in.
"Well, yeah, but Josh is leaving his wife. We're going camping for a week with an adventure group."
I squared off to my cousin, determined to sink my pussy onto my ex-boyfriend's much bigger cock within the hour and with her help.
"Help me or go home, Stacy. Don't judge and throw stones when you like in a glass house."
"Okay, sorry Olivia. It's a bit of a shock to know that your husband is allowing you to fuck other men."
"Well, like it or not, he is!"
"Can I at least see some evidence of consent from Gary? I love you babe, but I'd rather not be complicit in anything that might deceive."
I fished my phone from a pocket, unlocked it, and typed a message with one thumb.
Stacy has asked if I have permission to cuckold you with Jack.
I showed my cousin the sent message, and she seemed satisfied.
Stacy's phone vibrated, and she checked her messages.
Hi Stacy, yes I've consented to my wife fucking her ex-boyfriend. Please help her, she's a hormonal mess and can't balance her ass very well.
Stacy stared at me with a most amazed expression in silence while replacing her phone.
"I don't know how you do it, Olivia. Your husband is a fucking saint."
"The heart wants what the heart wants, babe. He loves the humiliation and extreme desire other men have for me. Help me please. Gary and I want this."
She mulled it over and I knew she was adding Gary's permission to my desire and her generally open views on sex. She slipped her arm into mine and marched towards the door.
"Okay, let's find Jack and get your pussy well fucked."
Jack was close by sitting in his truck. When he saw us wobbling downstairs, my ex-boyfriend leapt from his vehicle and ran to assist a struggling, very pregnant ex-girlfriend. The salacious grin he shot me wasn't unnoticed by Stacy who shook her head, resigned to become part of my fuck team.
On the drive to his apartment, Stacy sat in the back of Jack's truck with me, whispering surreptitiously.
"What exactly do you want me to do?"
"Jack's cock is more than nine inches long."
"Fucking hell!"
"Yeah. I loved to straddle Jack's pole and swallow it all up inside my pussy. I just need some help to do that."
"Okay, it's fucking disgusting to ask me to be in the room with you, though."
"Will you do it, Stacy, please? I need this cock to stretch me wide and make everything more comfortable inside."
"Of course I'll help. I'm just saying we're being very sleazy."
"Kind of a turn on though, right?"
At seven and a half months along, I was big, so balancing on a nine inch cock would be a challenge. Only having had my husband's average sized cock since my impregnation gang bang made me desperate for more but also concerned about managing Jack's length and girth, especially with my precious baby on board.
In Jack's house, I waddled upstairs and stripped off quickly to my underwear in the bedroom where he'd fucked me frequently. As I reminisced over our lovemaking, my pussy warmed even more and I felt a rivulet of shame dribble free from the two pairs of knickers I'd worn.
Jack looked at me appreciatively as I stroked my baby belly protectively. His regretful expression told me he knew it might have been his. We exchanged a knowing smile while Stacy peeled the duvet back, preparing his bed for my fucking.
"Two pairs of knickers?"
"I've been thinking about your cock all day, Jack. I'm hormonal and very turned on."
"Well, here it is. Just like old times, Olivia."
When Jack dropped his jeans, he wore no underwear. Stacy gasped from behind me as we both beheld his gorgeous, rock solid, enormous cock, rising high.
Stacy tapped my shoulder.
"That's a fucking monster, Olivia. I can see why you're so desperate to fuck it."
While Jack climbed onto the bed, making himself comfortable, I peeled both pairs of drenched knickers, handing them to Stacy, who welcomed them gingerly.
I stepped awkwardly onto the bed with Jack's feet together and in between mine. Stacy held out a hand that I took gladly, using it to help me shuffle towards the headboard and the cock I was desperate to have.
"Can I lick you first please, babe?"
"Umm, yeah, but it's a bit messy and engorged down there."
"That's even better."
"Would you prefer it if I lay down?"
"I'd rather you sat on my face, please, Olivia. Like old times. I miss licking your pussy endlessly."
I felt delighted because Gary's tongue had been off its game recently. Jack was a better lover than my husband who was much the better man between the two. Since my ascension to becoming a hotwife, I could enjoy the best of both worlds.
I kept shuffling forwards using Stacy to stabilize myself until my pussy lined up directly over Jack's mouth.
"Help me squat down please, hun."
Stacy helped me crouch down lower, while my labia tingled as my body prepared for some expert tongue and a massive cock. Every synapse in my brain snapped to attention and exploded in a hedonistic surge of happy hormones that rippled through my body. I knew an orgasm was already close and that had me salivating from both sets of lips.