Lying in bed, I hear my phone buzz, indicating I've got a text. Unlocking my phone I see it's from my best mate Paul's wife Katy.
"I need your help, Steve." I read the text and reply to her.
"What do you need?" Katy is six months pregnant and I'm expecting I'll have to run to get her something from the shops because Paul is busy.
"I'm just feeling ugly right now. Paul doesn't want me; I'm fat. I just want to know if I'm beautiful." Reading then re-reading the text I try to think about a diplomatic response. Katy is gorgeous; she always has been, but Paul is my mate and I would never think about his wife and me doing anything.
"Katy I'm sure Paul still loves you, you're still beautiful; you're not fat." Hitting send and I relax until I hear the phone go off again. Opening the Whatsapp Katy has sent, my eyes bulge and my cock hardens. It's a photo of Katy, completely naked and looking good enough to eat.
Her breasts are beautiful, topped off with puffy nipples, and her engorged belly isn't a turn-off (just the opposite.) I silently curse, desperately wanting her to be single. But she's my mate's wife.
"Listen, Katy," I start to text back, "you're unbelievably sexy. But you are my best mate's wife. I can't do anything."
I get a text almost immediately, this time from Paul himself. "I appreciate you not doing anything, but Katy is gagging for it. And I'm exhausted. Come on over, I don't mind."
The drive to their house is a blur. All I can remember is Katy answering the door in red silk lingerie, her bump looking sexy as hell and her tits practically spilling from the cups of her top.
The second I enter the house I pounce on her, kissing her passionately. I push her hard against the wall. I feel her hand grab my erect cock and feel her smile as my lips meet hers. My hand reaches down to her thong and I find the material sopping wet. Pulling the thong aside I slip a finger in, the groan I get in response is intoxicating.
Katy's tits are practically spilling out of her red silk lingerie top, I can't hold back much longer and I roughly pull at the flimsy garment, her top tears releasing her beautiful breasts. I don't hesitate and start to suck her erect and puffy nipple. Katy groans as I continue sucking, my fingers rubbing her swollen clit.
As much as I want to fuck her here in the hallway, I know that her husband is waiting for us to put on a show. Guiding her into the living room I see Paul sitting on a chair in the corner, ignoring my friend I guide Katy to the couch.
Bending the pregnant girl over the couch, I pull the flimsy thong to one side. Running my finger over Katy's soaking wet cunt, she pushes hard against my fingers trying to make me finger her. All I do is raise my hand and smack the slut's bottom. She isn't in control here I am.