A month after we met with Omar for a second time, Vik and I were going to have a baby, we decided to start a family and after a few times of trying I fell pregnant. We were both delighted to be bringing in a new addition to the family. Omar had been pressing us to meet again especially messaging me in regards to how he would play with my breasts. We messaged Omar that I was pregnant and we wouldn’t be looking to do anything further. Omar was delighted with for us with the news and said he completely understood. He wished us the best and said to keep in touch with everything.

Eight months on I was now getting to the business end of being pregnant, I felt like a whale with the bump but was looking forward to our new arrival. I had particular food cravings with my hormones being all over the place at times. It certainly wasn’t fun being pregnant lol. I had taken maternity leave early and was now a stay at home wife. Vik was continuing with this role at the accounts practice and also building his own business to do accounts himself. One evening Vik told me he had been in touch with Omar with him offering Vik to do his accounts for the clothing store he owned. Vik said it would be a good opportunity to build clients, I wasn’t sure considering how we ‘knew’ Omar, however I said it was ok with me. Omar had been messaging me a few times over the last 8 months, just asking how I was. Now it appeared I would be seeing him again soon as Vik mentioned he would be coming round to discuss his business and accounts in more details. Omar came round a few times to see Vik about business matters. He would greet me warmly asking how I was and saying I looked amazing. I usually left them to it to get on with business matters whilst I got on with others things.

One afternoon I was at home just taking it easy in front of the TV when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Omar outside. He said he had an appointment with Vik. I said Vik didn’t mention it to me as he here in the morning but had to go out urgently. I let Omar in and made him a tea whilst he sat on the sofa in the living room. I rang Vik for him saying Omar is here. I passed the phone to Omar and he said he had to go in to work and was sorry for not mentioning anything. Omar said it was fine and we could rearrange for the weekend, in the meantime I can keep Divya company, he said with a laugh. After the call we chatted about how we both were and the pregnancy. He said he understood how I felt about feeling like a whale, adding that I looked beautiful and was glowing. He had the same experiences with his wife when she was pregnant with their two c***dren. Omar asked me if he could feel the bump. I was dressed in a floor-length flowing silk gown, which was loose fitting and allowed my belly and enlarged breasts the comfort of freedom. Beneath that I was wearing a light blue top and knickers to cover my modesty. I didn’t know what to say but agreed. I stood up and began to loosen the silk gown I had on to reveal my baby bump as well as my underwear. Omar came over to me and placed his hand on it, working his warm hands on my unborn. He said I was coming along nicely and he thought I looked more beautiful being pregnant. He then gently put his hands on my shoulders, turned me round and said he wanted to give me a massage as he felt I looked stressed out with everything. I said I was ok and not sure what Vik would think about this but he processed to massage my neck in a very slow, deep motion which felt very nice. I did say I’m not sure about this but Omar insisted and said it wouldn’t be good for the baby being stressed and being pregnant puts a lot of pressure on the back.

He continued massaging my neck and began to massage my back. Without asking, he began to take off my robe from behind me which left me just in my knickers and blue light. He continued to massage my back which felt deep and sensual; it felt like I was in a trance as he proceeded down to my lower back. I said he was very good at this to which he said I’m glad I liked it and that he had good experience of massaging his wife and k**s too. He continued with the massage from my neck to the lower back, I began to feel something poking at my behind. I realised it was his errection. He was slowly rubbing himself against my behind, though I too immersed in the massage he was giving me to say anything. He then began to lift my blue top off me and in a quick instant I stood topless in front him. I was surprised by this but he quickly continued to massage me fully before I could stop, he told me to relax and just enjoy it all. From behind I then felt his hands on my swollen breasts. He said he could not believe how big they are now and still fantasises about playing with them like last time. He was now focused on my breasts as he cupped them and began flicking my nipples. I was getting wetter and wetter down below as he played with my breasts. I was putty to him as he continued. He tuned me round to face him and he began kissing and sucking on my breasts. It felt incredible like last time and had me feeling more turned on. He then worked his right hand down to my knickers and slipped his hand in. He couldn’t believe how wet I was and nor could I. He asked me when the last time I had sex was. I said slowly under my breath 6 months ago. He was in disbelief, he couldn’t Vik hadn’t kept me satisfied since. He worked his fingers into my very wet vulva which had me moaning more and more. He said we will have to make up for the lack of sex right now. Soon as he said that he quickly began undressing his clothes and now he was fully naked.

He slipped my knickers off and positioned me bent over the overstuffed arm of the three seater sofa. I was now bent over, my breast and belly hanging down. I could feel his hands on my behind as he began nuzzling his cockhead into my waiting passage. I was wet enough so he slid into me with ease. Grasping my hips he slid his cock in and out of my vulva at an ever increasing tempo as his cock slid in and out, it was as if an inferno blazed inside of me and a cock was the only thing that could extinguish it.

“Harder, harder!” I pleaded as I neared orgasm. Omar began pounding me to bring me over the top. Firmly gripping my shoulders he drove his cock deep into me slamming me into the couch. I closed my eyes, and could feel the warm insistence of orgasm creeping up. I held back for a while, clenching my fists and scrunching my face, not wanting it to happen too soon. But then I bellowed loudly, trailing into high-pitched screams and sighs. Not long after Omar spit his sperm into me which felt like a fire extinguisher putting out a fire, he moaned out loud, working his hands between my breasts and baby bump releasing all he had, I felt was the tsunami of Omar’s sperm gushing into my throbbing vulva. We then both collapsed in a sweaty heap; I lay exhausted savouring the fullness of Omar’s cock soaking in the juices of our sex.

After the earth-shattering peak dropped Omar withdrew his dripping cock from within me I disengaged with Omar’s cock and got up from the sofa. Omar kissed me and rubbed my bump saying that will help relieve all that pent up sex stress. I fetched my gown from the floor and slipped on my gown. Omar too began to dress, realizing that he had to and pick his k**s up from school soon. He said to me we should do this again as I showed him to the door. It didn’t register as I was still in a trance after that earth shattering orgasm.