Wedding hall buzzes. Laughter echoes. I’m Carole, 28, eight months pregnant with twins. Massive belly, swollen tits leaking milk. Dress hugs my curves. Husband clowns around, jiggling like an idiot. Bored. Trapped. Then, eyes lock across the room. Lone guy at the end table. Unknown. Electric stare. Intrigue hits. Heart races.
Food drags. More glances. His eyes devour me. Mine challenge back. Power stirs inside. Not the dutiful wife. Something feral awakens. Server approaches. Note slips under napkin. Read it hidden. ‘Meet outside?’ Adrenaline surges. Fuck it. I stand. Grab water from buffet. Signal him. Leave the fool behind.
The Mutation
Night air cool. Park shadows swallow us. Cigarette lights up. First in months. Husband forbids it. Rebel taste. ‘What now?’ I demand, eyes blazing. He suggests walk. I lead to quiet path. Past parking lot. Guys stare, smirk. They know. Pregnant wife straying. Pride swells. My choice. My power.
Hand in hand. Fingers lock. Heat builds. Alone now. ‘Where?’ I growl, urgent. Here. Kiss crashes. Hungry. My hands rip his pants. Control mine. Drop low. Suck him deep. Guide his hands on my head. Ventre presses thighs. Uncomfortable? Fuck it. Rise. Strip dress. Bra off. Tits free, heavy.
‘I want you,’ he gasps. Picnic table ahead. Spread dress. Panties down. Lie back. He eats me. Freshly shaved pussy throbs. Cum hard. Screams rip out. Repressed too long. Finger clit. Buck wild.
Legs on shoulders. Spread wide. He thrusts. Violent. Full hilt. Pussy clamps. Milking him. ‘Slut,’ he snarls. ‘Yes!’ I roar. Pound merciless. Knead tits. Milk drips. Raw power.
The Exploit
Slow now. Eyes lock. Tender strokes. Belly, face. Heart cracks open. True connection. Then, hunger again. ‘Ass,’ he begs. Never with husband. Too clumsy. Bend. Lick rim. Saliva slick. Push back. Take him in. One thrust. Anal fire. Pound like beasts.
Back to table. Missionary fury. Cum floods womb. Long. Thick. Hold him close. Afterglow bliss.
Dress up. ‘My pregnant slut.’ ‘Yes! See you again.’ Return separate. He vanishes. I rejoin party. Glow hidden.
Next day, Sunday. Husband hungover. I bolt to his place. Fuck nonstop. Public risks rise. Restaurants, stores. Fake couple. Thrill: ‘They’d freak if they knew. Married. Fucked by stranger. Not the father. Ultimate slut. Feels divine.’
Pregnant again soon. Hungrier. Multiples with him. Peak bliss. Secret fuels me. Day: corporate drone. Night: unleashed goddess. Stronger than ever.