03-03-2014, 08:33 AM
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Join Date: Apr 2008
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Pregnant Cuckolding Part 1
My second husband was a decent hard working gnerous man. He was some 18 years older than me had been married but lost his wife to Cancer. His life was really his work and his sex drive was low to non existent which wasn’t something against him it was just how he was. We should never have got married really but, events, and circumstances together made it seem like a good idea at the time. His main desire was that I should have a child as he felt this was the one thing in his life that was missing. I was now 32 years old so not really keen to have a belly full of child nor was I ever the motherly type but I had agreed so despite my long term problem of not getting pregnant easily, to his great delight, I got pregnant.
When in my third month with a well defined belly we moved to West Africa for him to run operations from there. We were housed in a lovely gated executive complex near the sea. There were two large exec houses in the complex with a block of 4 apartments set well back from the beach. Out house was one directly looking onto the beach with a private secure walled off garden. Of course we had the obligatory swimming pool which for me was a godsend as I wasn’t keen to bee seen on the beach with my expanding belly. The other large house was used on and off by company execs on visits and some for holidays so was often empty. The whole gated little estate was run by a staff of local men the main person being a tall, very handsome African. There were security staff on the gate and patrolling as well as gardening staff apart but it was very quiet. I could not work so spent my time lounging around by the pool, going for walks and talking to the rather dashing African who managed the little estate. My husband was at work most of the time travelling to all the African operations as well as HQ in Hong Kong.
As my belly grew I started to rub cocoa butter and oils on my belly, hips, thighs, breasts and buttocks to avoid stretch marks. I never wore a bra as my now very swollen breasts made it hot and uncomfortable for me. I didn’t like to wear panties either as they got tight under my belly but of course this was only possible under loose preggy dresses which I hated anyway. I used to sit on a sun lounger in the shade by the pool. I wore small panties and a loose top. I would apply the unguents to my body lifting my top and then lowering my panties to get at my hips and buttocks then I would lie back and read for a while before having a good swim. Adegoke the African managing the complex would often come buy to see I was ok and chat a bit. He was fascinated by my pregnant state commenting on how good I looked. I enjoyed our chats so encouraged him to come over as often as he could. One afternoon whilst lying Back rubbing oils on my bare belly he appeared. I was presentable with just my large belly exposed having only just started to apply the oils after a swim. Ade as I called him could not take his eyes of my bulbous protrusion. He apologised for his intrusion but I assured him it was fine. I rang the small bell beside me to get our House staff to get him a drink and to bring me some tea. Ade pulled up a chair beside me. I continued to apply the oils. He watched me enquiring why I did it. I told him to avoid stretch marks. He said African women were proud of those marks as it showed fertility. I advised him that sadly I wasn’t to keen to have any. I could not do my breasts or hips and buttocks they would have to wait but left my belly exposed so as not to get oil on my top. We chatted both sipping tea. I noticed that he had very slender elegant but large black hands. Long strong fingers and well groomed nails. Ade’s eyes never left my bump.
“You know women look so wonderful when pregnant it is something that nature does making them so sensual at this the best time carrying life inside them”
Sadly I did not feel quite the same way but yes there is something magical having a little life growing inside me.
“Is it kicking yet?” he asked.
“I am only 18 weeks pregnant so nothing yet” I told him. I was large though for 18 weeks so I could understand his asking.
We chatted a while longer then Ade left to do his thing.
I didn’t see him for a couple of days then when sitting on the edge of the sun lounger mid morning applying oil to me lower back he appeared.
I hope I am not disturbing you?” he enquired.
No not at all glad to have some company” I replied struggling to get the oil on my back hampered by a large stomach.
“You look like you are struggling would you like me to help”
“That would be great it is hard to reach all of the area of my back” I happily replied.
I handed him the jar and stood up.
Ade’s long slender very black hands started to gently apply the oil to me lower back. It was a most pleasant feeling and I was disappointed when he finished.
“There I hope that is ok?”
“Thank you very much it helps a lot.” I replied.
Again we chatted sipping tea and enjoying some biscuits before Ade had to leave.
His visits not got more frequent much to my delight. I was happy to let him rub oil on my back a task he did with much grace. His hands were a little more lingering each time. They moved up my back more as I stood wit my back to him. It was sensual and pleasant and I would let out a little sigh sometimes indicating how nice it was.
One morning I was just about to apply oil to my belly when Ade appeared. We exchanged pleasantries. As normal I ordered some refreshments but, on this occasion Ade asked to use the toilet. He returned as the tea arrived. I was just applying oil to my belly.
“Would you let me do that for you?” Ade asked
“If you want” I replied.
“If you stand up I will also do your back” he offered.
I stood. Ade started to gently apply the oil to my enlarged belly. He kept telling me how beautiful it looked as his elegant hands slipped over it. I looked down at his very large black but elegant hands stroking m my taught belly. It was one of the most sensual things I had ever seen or experienced sexually. He worked his way round to my back his hands stroking from my engorged belly across the upper part of my hips and buttocks just above my small panty waist. I could hear his breathing getting harder as was mine. His hands slid to my belly pulling me towards him then slipped up to under my raised top grasping my swollen breasts. I just let out a rush of breath with the surprise and pleasure of it.
Those large elegant hands kneaded my breasts them slipped down over my belly, over my panties slipping between my thighs then up grasping my now wet crotch. My deep sigh gave away my arousal as I lay back against him.
“You are very beautiful with your womb full of child, your breasts full of milk I want to make you naked and take in your beauty and have sex with you” his voice was deep his lips caressed the nape of my neck; the fingers of one hand were slipped under the elastic of my panty leg into my now swollen and wet vagina. I turned and we kissed deep and long exchanging tongues our breathing laboured. When we pulled apart I took his hand to lead him to the bedroom.
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