My Pregnant Neighbor Part 2

On Sunday morning I was sitting at my picnic table in a T-shirt and loose fitting shorts having coffee and reading the paper. Glancing at the paper would probably be more accurate, as my thoughts were more on my previous days tryst with Shelly than on the news articles; my emotions were running the gamut from guilt to a twinge of hope for additional sexual contact.

I couldn’t figure out what could have possibly prompted her to come on to me and suck my dick, I certainly hadn’t initiated it. I was certain it must have something to do with Mike, but what could it be. They seemed to be happy together; after all, purchasing a new home is not something that couples do if they are having marital problems. I wished I knew what Shelly had meant by that “but Mike…” statement. Well, she told me she would explain things Monday morning so I guessed I would just have to wait.

I was tossing these thought around, wondering if I would have a chance to further experience Shelly’s body or if it had been a one-time slip on her part, when she suddenly appeared from around the corner. It was an unexpected visit and though it was nice to see her, she had caught me totally off guard;

“Good morning Tom,” she chirped. She was carrying my tray, pitcher and glasses I had forgotten on Saturday. “I thought I’d return these to you, I’ve already got a big enough mess to straighten out without you adding to it.”

She was wearing a typical maternity style top held up by shoulder straps that left the tops of her breasts exposed and a skirt that fell about mid thigh. The top draped loosely over her swollen breasts and belly and hung to just over her skirt, but was cut so low on her chest that a generous amount of the tops of her breasts were exposed. As she neared me it was apparent she was bra-less, as her nipples were clearly poking through the material. It seemed to be more than I thought would be normal for a young married woman to be wearing when she went to visit an older male neighbor.

I tried not to stare at her large tits freely swinging under her top as she walked towards me and managed to get out a “Hi Shelly”. When she got to the picnic table she flashed me a smile and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek as she set the tray down.

“This is a nice surprise. I really didn’t expect to get a chance to see you and talk with you until tomorrow.”

“Well, Mike’s gone to the store to get some cleaning supplies and other things so I’m probably home alone for the next hour or two, and I thought I’d pay you a surprise visit. How about some coffee?” she asked.”

“Uh, yeah, sure. I’ll go get it.” I hurried to the kitchen to get her coffee. I didn’t know what to make of her volunteering that info about Mike being gone but couldn’t help but take it as a suggestion that we would have some time alone.

She was bent over leaning on her arms and reading the paper when I brought out her cup. The front of her top had fallen forward and I had an unobstructed view of most of her bare breasts when I set her cup down. They hung down from her chest like two cantaloupes and I could see her hard nipples and the top edge of her areolas. I didn’t try to hide or disguise the direction of my eyes as I gazed down her top at her bared tits as I was sure she was posing for me and dressed this way solely to expose herself. She glanced up, and smiled when she saw me staring but made no effort to adjust or pull up her top.

“Nice tits,” I muttered as I sat down next to her.

“Huh?”

“I said you’ve got nice tits.”

She looked at me and smiled. “Thanks. Sometimes I think they’re getting too big, you know since I started lactating.”

I had straddled the bench seat when I sat back down so that I was facing her. She turned to look at me then raised herself up and swung her left leg outward so that she was also straddling the seat and we were face to face.

I reached out and clasped both of her hands in mine and we sat and looked at each other in silence for a moment. We both began to speak at once and just as suddenly both stopped out of courtesy for the other at the same time.

“Alright,” I quickly began before she started, “I need to say something first. I’m sorry and I apologize if I led you to do anything yesterday afternoon that you hadn’t intended. I feel badly that I got an erection while we talked and if that prompted you or led you on in any way.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Tom. If you remember, it was me who started fondling myself in front of you before you did anything. I was totally aware of what I was doing and the effect it would have, and everything that happened was just what I wanted.”

I was confused. “You mean you had planned to seduce me and suck my dick?”

“Uh huh. Shortly after we first met,” she cast her eyes down then looked back up at me. “Please, Tom, like I asked you yesterday, don’t think I’m a slut or a whore or even an easy woman. I’m not, but I am definitely a cock sucker and love to suck a man off until he cums in my mouth, and Mike won’t let me do that.”

“What?” It was incredulous thinking that a normal man would turn down a load swallowing blow job from a woman as attractive and alluring as her. “Is there something wrong?”

“Oh, no,” she answered quickly. “Mike and I love each other deeply and our marriage is wonderful, it’s just that he has some strange ideas about sex.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, we both love sex and ever since we first met have fucked in every position imaginable, even some we made up ourselves, whenever possible.”

She looked to be getting a bit red in the face and seemed to be fidgeting a bit. “Shelly, if it’s uncomfortable or embarrassing for you to be telling me this, you don’t really have to.