A Nose For Trouble.

I love my husband.

I could look you in the eyes and tell you exactly how and why I love him. I have no doubt I could pass a lie detector should the need ever arise.

Yet if you had seen me yesterday as I straddled another man 10 years younger than myself; if you had heard me whimper in delight as he fondled my huge, engorged breasts as my massively pregnant belly rested upon his taut stomach, you'd call me a lying slut.

To be honest, as wrong as you'd be, I couldn't blame you.

Paul and I had been happily married for a little over four years when I finally became pregnant. It was a joyous occasion for us both and we excitedly talked about moving from being a loving couple, to being a devoted family. We turned a spare bedroom into a nursery and began to buy the requisite furniture. It was a golden time in our marriage, in our lives.

Everything was progressing nicely, except for our sex life.

I noticed a change in the way Paul touched me almost immediately he discovered I was pregnant, treating me with kid gloves as though I'd break. I tried to tackle the situation with humour and although Paul took my gentle ribbing good-naturedly, he did not change his behaviour.

By the time I was starting to show at nearly 5 months, sex had trickled to an occasional quick fuck in the missionary position and only when instigated by me.

Despite "Dr Google" assuring me that this was a relatively common occurrence and that in most cases, our normal sex life would return post-birth, I was left feeling increasingly abandoned and frustrated.

By the time my breasts and belly were really growing big at about 7 months, sex had stopped altogether although in every other aspect, Paul remained my caring, affectionate husband whom I loved without reserve.

Increasingly I found myself having erotic dreams where Paul, and with some shame on my part, a growing number of different male associates, would take me in a variety of situations and positions. I would wake up wet, frustrated and more than a little guilty, although that wouldn't prevent me from masturbating if Paul was not in the bed with me. For the first time in my life, I shyly visited a sex website and waited impatiently for the post to arrive with a small, discreet vibrator that I hoped would tide me over for the next couple of months.

That would probably be the end of my story, one that Dr Google tells me many pregnant women share; if not for Jim.

Jim was nineteen and backpacking his way around the more exciting parts of the world. The only reason I can think of for him visiting our tiny, boring part of the planet, was because he was the son of one of Paul's English cousins. In my less charitable moments, I think it was purely for the free room and board we provided, while he worked at a local pub, saving enough money for the next leg of his trip.

By lucky, or perhaps unlucky coincidence, Jim arrived to stay with us at the same time that my sexual frustration reached its peak. I blame part of this on my hormones and lack of sex with Paul, but I also think some of it was attributable to the fact I could no longer masturbate whenever Paul was elsewhere, I now felt I had to entertain Jim when he was home.

Which goes some way to explaining my state of mind when I walked into my bedroom to find Jim perched on the edge of my bed with a pair of my maternity bras wrapped tightly around his exposed and very erect cock, while he held a pair of my soiled knickers to his face.

I froze on the spot as I struggled to process the image of Jim stroking his stiff penis with my bra while sniffing deeply at the stained crotch of my panties. Shocked as was, I could not help but notice that as voluminous as my maternity bra was at this stage of my pregnancy, it did little to hide the size of his stiff, gently wagging cock. I felt an instant flutter deep in my stomach, followed by undeniable heat from my neglected vagina.

I tore my eyes away from his impressive penis and cleared my throat before asking Jim if he were enjoying himself.

The bra slid to the floor as he shot up from the bed but my underwear remained clenched in his fist as his face turned crimson with shame and/or embarrassment.

"Me...Mel...Melissa", he stuttered as he stared forlornly at the stiff cock that pretty much negated any excuse he might have been sharp enough to conjure up on the spot, "You're not supposed to be home until 4!"

"That's it?!" I asked in disbelief, "That's the best you can do? I catch you in my bedroom wanking with my dirty underwear and you're blaming me for coming home early?"

"I...I um...." Jim stuttered again as he realised he still held a pair of my knickers clenched in his fist, "I um...."

Jim lapsed into silence as he realised there was no excusing the behaviour I had caught him indulging in.

I held my hand out, palm up and waited motionless until Jim shuffled a couple of steps across the carpet and placed my panties into my hand. I wondered if he could see the slight tremble I was fighting to hide.

What he couldn't help but notice was my other hand shooting out to grasp the shaft of his cock a fraction of a second before he tried to step away from me. He grunted in discomfort as the movement pulled his dick tight in my fist, but I held my ground as I held his eyes.

I lifted my knickers to my nose and sniffed delicately at the clammy material, smiling inwardly at the thought of them clenched tightly in his sweaty hands. I wrinkled my nose before allowing my undies to fall to the floor.

I took a deep breath, attempting to calm my raging nerves before forcing what I hoped was a seductive smile onto my lips.

"They seem to be pretty stale" I said, my trembling voice not much more than a whisper, "Would you like to try a fresher pair?"

Jim's eyes fell away from mine and came to rest on my swollen belly at the same time as his hands did. I fought the shudder that ran through my entire body as he gently rubbed my engorged stomach, the heat from his palms radiating through the thin material of my blouse.

I allowed him to gently caress my stomach for perhaps 30 seconds as I continued to hold his penis, enjoying his gentle but firm touch, before placing both of my hands on his broad shoulders and applying enough pressure to indicate I wanted him on his knees.

He caught my eye again and I forced a nervous smile before tipping my head briefly towards the carpet at my feet. His hands remained on my belly as he dropped gracefully to his knees. I didn't even try to control the shudder that rippled through me as Jim placed his lips lightly upon my stomach.

I released the young man's shoulders and grasped the hem of my knee length skirt, pulling it slowly up along my thighs, enjoying the friction caused between my skirt and the tights that covered my legs.

I gathered the bunched material around my waist with one hand while the other cupped the back of Jim's head before guiding his face away from my stomach and down towards my throbbing pussy.

Jim allowed his lips to trace a sensuous trail from my torso down to my crotch before pressing his nose and mouth tightly against the material clad lips of my vagina. I felt his tongue prod at my underwear, following the contour of my lips through the flimsy material. I pushed his face tighter against my cunt.

"Better?", I teased as I felt him rub his nose against me.

Jim deigned not to reply but his hands slid from my belly and reached around to my buttocks where he grasped them firmly enough to pull me tighter against his face.

"Do you think I'll taste as good as I smell", I asked and I felt him freeze for a couple of seconds before he dug the fingers of both hands into the flimsy material that covered my ripe arse and tore the tights off of me with ridiculous ease.

He ran his tongue over the satin material of my knickers before carefully taking some of the material in his teeth and drawing it away from my pulsing pussy. I adjusted my balance enough to place one foot upon his firm thigh and turn one of my knees away, opening my self up to his tongue and teeth.

His tongue ran wet and hot over my pussy lips and I gasped in delight as it flicked at my clitoris on the way past. I stifled a giggle as I felt him fighting against the crotch of my knickers as they kept sliding back into place but gasped instinctively when his strong fingers simply reached out and tore the material from between my legs.

I continued to gasp unashamedly as his strong hands cupped the cheeks of my arse while his lips covered mine, his tongue slipping sweetly deep into my pussy. I felt the muscles in my legs tremble as he pursed his lips enough to suck my fleshy and juicy pussy while forcing his thick tongue even deeper into me. I found myself wondering whether the drips that were running down both inner thighs were from me or from Jim.

I allowed him to expertly eat my pussy for a couple of minutes, reveling in a man's touch after so many months of forced celibacy and was not surprised when I felt the first tremors of an orgasm begin to make themselves known so quickly.

"Sorry Jim", I muttered as I stepped away from his delightful tongue and lips "But it's been too long between drinks."

I nodded towards the bed and watched him lay reluctantly upon it as I stepped out of my skirt.

I started to peel the tattered remains of my tights from my legs before allowing my impatience to get the better of me and leaving the material clinging to my legs.

I knelt beside Jim on the bed and curled my shaking fist around his cock, enjoying the width and stiffness between my fingers as I doubtfully eyed his wagging member.

I began to jerk him off with a vague idea that he would last longer inside me the second time around but when he reached out to fondle my tits through my blouse I threw caution and experience to the wind and carefully straddled him, allowing myself to slide slowly down upon his thick cock.

I continued to drop down on him until the base of his cock was tight against my lips and then I began to unashamedly ride him like the slut I seemed to be channeling.

It was now Jim's turn to grunt in pleasure and I noticed his own hands were trembling as he fought to unbutton my blouse. In the end, I lost as many buttons as he managed to release as he simply pulled the material apart. As he began to paw enthusiastically at the fasteners of my favourite maternity bra, I deftly released the clip to save it's destruction at Jim's clumsy touch.

I allowed Jim to slip the bra off of my shoulders though and was genuinely flattered at the look in his eyes as my large, pendulous tits and swollen nipples swam into view.

I continued to ride Jim like an animal as he grasped my swinging tits and guided one throbbing nipple into his mouth where he began to suck and nip at it excitedly.

I could feel my orgasm beginning to crest and for the first time in my adult life, I focused purely on my own sexual needs, trusting Jim to manage his own desires.

I reached around to roughly grasp my arse, pulling at my fleshy cheeks and opening my vagina wide to make the most of Jim's significant girth.

I was still fucking him in this manner when my climax swept over me and I managed to remain upright for just a few seconds before collapsing on Jim's chest as he continued to thrust himself deeply into my convulsing vagina.

"You planning on coming inside me?" I whispered in his ear a few seconds later as he continued to frantically thrust inside me.

Jim showed commendable self-control for a nineteen year old as he froze for a second or two as my words penetrated his passion, before he helped me to lever myself of his cock.

I positioned him on the side of the bed and knelt on the floor in front of him, stroking his slippery cock with both hands as I gazed into his heavily perspiring face.

I leaned forward until my tits sandwiched his cock and continued to jerk him off until he spouted copious amounts of semen over them, some stray droplets spattering my face and hair.

I milked his cock carefully until it began to shrink in my grasp and then I let it drop into his lap.

I retrieved my torn underwear from the floor and used it to wipe my pussy free of my juices before doing the same with the semen that thickly coated my tits.

I smiled as I tossed the material into his lap.

"A souvenir" I grinned,"Thanks for that. Now fuck off out of my room."

Jim's face fell as he leapt up from the bed and began to look around for his pants.

"At least until the next time", I called to his retreating back as he scuttled out the door.