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Forbidden Fruit, the commencement
Forbidden Fruit, the commencement
This account is less happy for me and is what I would call a reconstructed story, meaning I have some parts of it on solid ground, while other parts are from the accounts of others, or based merely on conjecture. The time was painful to me, but in hindsight it says a great deal about human nature, and I take it for what it is. I certainly learned a lot from the episode.
My wife (I'll call her Ann) was about 5 or 6 months pregnant at the time, just beginning to have a little trouble getting around, and showing a nice, rounded abdomen. She clearly had too much time on her hands because I was gone so much (with my job), and she was only working part time outside the home.
Her story is that she received a wrong number phone call by mistake, and for some reason carried on a bit of a conversation with this “gentleman” that I'll call Bob. I should say that my wife does have a very pleasant, girlish, and almost virginal voice, and likes to talk. Somehow (??) he talked Ann (after two or three other conversations?) into meeting him at a restaurant for lunch, where they had a long talk about marriage, absent husbands, and mutual likes and dislikes.
I've never met Bob, but evidently he is a charmer. He listens, compliments women frequently, has a pleasant manner, and obviously is persuasive. I am not certain whether the following episode was one or two weeks after the first call, but she took the plunge and invited him over one evening for a “social” call and extended conversation.
The air was obviously very charged with nervous tension as they sat together on the couch in our living room, talking and clearly flirting with each other. But at some point he leaned into her, reached across her to take her shoulder in his free hand, and kissed her full on the lips. They kissed for a very long time after the ice was broken, exchanged tongues and considerable lip nibbling, and pressed closely against each other. Soon, as is natural in these situations, his hand wandered down to caress her breast, and her hand first rested on his thigh, then settled onto the prominent bulge in his lap.
Everything progressed very quickly from this point. He unbuttoned Ann’s blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. While continuing to kiss her, he released the front clasp that held her brassiere together, but then leaned back to admire the view as her breasts fell free. My wife has lovely, sensitive breasts, and they were in full bloom at this time with the blush and swelling of advancing pregnancy. He (naturally) complimented her beautiful breasts, and then proved his admiration by kissing the peaks of both in succession while gently fondling their undersides. His mouth was very warm and insistent, and her buds swelled and throbbed under his assault. Her breasts, moreover, are very responsive naturally, as she is one of those lucky women whose sexual pleasure is intimately linked to breast stimulation. He was very good at it, for she was soon moaning and writhing in delight while almost begging him to stop. Neither had any intention of stopping (naturally), but he was quite uncomfortable in his trousers, and the tone of her voice told him exactly what she was begging for.
He did not ask, but just helped her to her feet, then she led him by the hand into the bedroom. The night table light was left on so that they could see each other. He kissed her hastily one more time then helped her to sit on the bed and to lean back against the pillows propped against the headboard. They watched each other’s eyes as he removed his shirt, after which he sat to remove his shoes and socks. Still keeping his eyes on hers, he stood again to unlatch his belt, then calmly removed his pants and briefs. A shy but expectant smile crossed her face as his cock leapt free from its confinement, and pointed nearly straight at the ceiling. His cock was very large and dominated the tableau. She afterward told me that Bob’s cock is about the same length as mine, but that it is quite thick. The fat, shiny cockhead almost appeared to nod at her, and Bob’s confidence and sheer pleasure at his proud state showed as well in the quiet smile on his lips.
Bob once more sat on the bed and had Ann stand in turn, then arranged her between his open thighs so that he could remove her loose-fitting pants. Down they came, and her bare, rounded stomach now could be seen, with only the join of her legs and lowermost abdomen covered by her white panties. He kissed her stomach and cupped the rounded cheeks of her derriere before glancing back at her face and sliding the panties down her thighs. A very hot and completely nude Madonna now stood between his parted thighs. She blushed immodestly and bit her lips, and his engorged penis remained pointing at her swollen belly. He slowly massaged her stomach with the palm of his hand then coasted his fingers through the closely clipped pubic hair and worked the middle finger along the ridge of her slit. Her pussy was very wet. She parted her legs a bit more for better access, then gasped as his finger disappeared inside and brushed against her clitoris.
The choice of positions was mostly dictated by her condition. He moved back against the headboard and helped her to straddle his lap; she steadied herself with one hand on his shoulder. Watching all this with rapt attention, Bob parted Ann’s sodden lips with the fingers of his left hand and guided the big cockhead into the mouth of her pussy. Even with all her wetness the fit was tight, but she lowered her weight upon him with a will. They both groaned with ecstasy as his big cock completely disappeared within her and she settled against him.