She’s My Best Friends Girl pt 2.

he’s My Best Friends Girl pt 2.

What a difference a couple months can make when it comes to marriage, pregnancy and infidelity. When you take a woman who is neglected and only viewed through the prism of a body type by her husband and on top of that the husband is even suspected of infidelity prior to the wife’s then one thing drives the other. Neither is justified but people have the need to be loved, touched and desired while at the same time people want to love someone, they like to touch and they want to desire someone, it completes something inside of you and if the circle is complete then great however, if the circle is not complete then the desire to complete it takes over, fidelity and morality be damned.

I satisfied what Brad has neglected and I continue to do that to this day. Cindy and I have carried on our affair, an affair driven by need, lust, neglect and opportunity however, it grew into more.
I admit that I was growing somewhat attached to Cindy yet knowing that it was pointless. She is pregnant and married to my best friend and I know it could never be, no matter what happened.
Sure I ran through all the scenarios in my head like Brad cheating and getting caught or even falling in love with someone else and leaving Cindy or the other way around however, Cindy and I being together just wouldn’t work given the situation and relations, etc.
It’s not like she didn’t have regrets like marrying someone who loved her for her body and not what is inside but now she feels doubly trapped, by marriage and pregnancy.

Cindy is a wonderful woman, full of passion and desire plus she is generally a great person with a hell of a personality and on top of her being HOT what’s not to love, or be in love with………….her and I can’t go there.
As the next couple of months went on and her belly grew Brad became more distant.
She knew he would be all over her once it was over and she trimmed back down to her usual figure but it would be an empty existence and she expressed it.
We made time between Brad’s travel schedule and our times together consisted of sex and talk, sometimes just talk via phone calls or in person.
She was a very pleasant to talk with and she was able to open up. Having sex with someone is one thing but opening up and letting someone know you deep into the dark recesses of ones soul is, by definition, the most intimate act that people can have with one another, physical intimacy notwithstanding.
I would never betray her confidence and vice versa, we shared with each other and it was refreshing to be able to have that kind of connection.
Was all this just based on sex, this started as a mutual friendship then by circumstance it became a sexual relationship driven by loneliness and need.
We know sex was the primary motivator and need but it certainly allowed things to expand and know each other in a different way than likely would have happened in the normal course.
We talked about this as our feelings grew and it is a real struggle to deal with but so hard to stop. You know you have to stop it let alone the fact that it should have never started but it did and now how can you stop it and not be crushed, quite the dilemma.
I think I wanted to continue and justify a wrong using words like feelings, trust, neglect, fate and love, or lack thereof.
This thing gathered more momentum than what was intended from the start and it would have to slow to a stop, and abrupt halt would be to much to bare and to slow a stop may lead to trouble.
Like a loaded train up to speed you just can’t stop it fast, it takes a time to slow and come to a complete stop. I could use a hundred analogies but you get the picture.

Cindy was getting to the end of her pregnancy and as it neared Brad would be staying close to home beginning next month just in case the baby was early. We knew this may be our last time together while Brad was out of town and this potential made our time much more precious and passionate.
I always wondered how her mood or thought may change after the baby was born when she looked back on what her and I have done, I still feared there would be regret.
I would be crushed if she suddenly hated me for some reason or with the need met I would be tossed off, my services no longer required. It wasn’t supposed to be this way and I understand about continued transparency and all that, maybe I just wanted it to go on forever just like this but of course that is impossible and not realistic and I was just scared because I feel we both kind of “fell in”.
As our thing progressed she became more passionate, having sex with her was exciting, naughty, nice and all that.
We got together and had great hot sex and we talked but as weird as it sounds, when we began to kiss and kiss deeply, it just felt like this was the most wrong thing we have done.
We had sex a few times without so much as a kiss, it was just sex, but as the passions rose and I held her face in my hands and looked into her crisp blues eyes and saw the way she looked at me and we kissed it felt like we committed a mortal sin, well we did.
Sounds backwards to me to but maybe it is my heart talking and not just my little head doing the thinking for me.

Here we were in their house, her and I on the guest bed. She laid on her back and I was beside her on my knee’s leaning down as we kissed so passionately, like lovers would kiss, like we intended to be together forever.
She was all baby and it became easier for us to have sex standing up with her leaning over the bed supported by her hands while I got her from behind or with us laying on our side.
The bigger she got the more sensuous and passionate I found her to be.
She really didn’t want me to eat her pussy because she was sopping wet all the time, like I would be turned off or something, she just felt bad that she would drowned my face and this occasion was no different.
When we broke for our kiss and embrace I told her I wanted to eat her. I finally coaxed her to the edge of the bed and I got on my knee’s. She had no problem holding up her legs and opening wide for me but her belly hung low and it made her pussy hard to get at like I wanted to but I worked at it and with my initial lick she groaned,
“OH DAVID, EAT ME LOVER”, she moaned in a breathy tone.
She liked her pussy shaved but couldn’t get to it the last couple months so I actually did it for her, I was glad to, more than glad to.
I licked at her shaved pussy like a dog lapping up water, she stayed wet it seemed and after I was done with her she would absolutely gushing, dripping, sopping wet.
We needed it, as her belly got larger her hole tightened up but she had gotten used to my girth but it still became a tight fit and that made it really good, for both of us.
I worked on her sweet snatch for several minutes and she was close. She wiggled and bucked a little then began to pant,
“UH,UH,UH,UH,UH,UHHHHHHH……DON’T STOP BABY”, she moaned.
I licked up her slit and attacked her clit. She let go of her legs and grabbed a handful of bedsheets,
“AAAAHHHHHHH FUCK, I CAN’T TAKE IT”, she yelled. Her clit had become extra sensitive the last two months, even a breath across it sent her over the edge.
I slid a finger down her crack and into her butthole as I licked her clit hard,
“OHH, OHH, OHHHHHHHH BABY YOU’RE……..GONNA…..MAKE ME…….CUUUUUM”.
She bucked wildly as the feeling of her jizz worked it’s way down, she was going to cum hard and if this was going to be it for us then I wanted it to be good for her.
“UH, UH, UH, UH, UH OWW !” she screamed as creamy jizz gushed onto my face, there was no way I could keep up with it.
As the juice ran out of her pussy and down the crack of her ass I licked her slit and pushed my finger deeper into her tight little butthole.
We were going to do everything tonight, I wanted every hole she had and she wanted me to take what I needed and give her what she wanted so I was preparing her.
She continued to breath erratically and shook as she came down from her orgasm, I eased my attack on her clit then let her settle but I kept my finger in her asshole and worked it just a little then as her breathing evened out I pulled my finger out.
She was breathing evenly but still had little jitters like aftershocks running through her body. I rubbed her swollen belly a little and she dropped her legs down.

I stood up and she stretched an arm out for me to grab and help her up. She stood and pulled the bed sheet with her and used it to wipe my face,
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drowned you like that”, she said.