The old lady looked over the fence watching me, her married, pregnant neighbor was getting fucked from behind.

I was seven months along, and my executive assistant was ramming his thick eight-inch cock into my horny cunt. In my current state, I didn’t care if she watched or not. My husband had been overseas for five months and would not return for another three months.

Marcie McMillan is my married name, as I used to be Marcie Jackson of Jackson Accounting Services, the second biggest independent accounting firm in Georgia.

My father and his brother started the firm forty years ago. Both passed away within the last five years, leaving me the sole owner. I am twenty-eight years old and a CPA and CEO of my company. I appear a shy, petite redhead with a cute, boring personality. My breasts are normally a perky 36C, but being this pregnant they have filled out to a 40D. I am carrying a lot of milk, and my breasts are very tender. My eyes are big and emerald green, and my cute ass usually sways sensually when I walk. Now it's a bit heavier, and I wobble when I walk.

I've been wearing typical flowery maternity tops with stretch pants. I normally keep my thick, wavy red hair flowing over my shoulders, but it is July in the south, and I have gained thirty pounds, so I wear it in a loose bun behind my head.

Mica, my husband, is a captain in the army. We have been married for six years. He cheated on me multiple times during those six years. Not with other women but trans-women he has picked up in bars. He chooses trans-women to hide the fact that he loves sucking cock after it has cum in his ass.

I stupidly tried to save our marriage by getting pregnant, but that just made him repulsed by my body and fuck more trans-women.

Mica could fuck me like no other when we had sex. During our first three years of marriage, we had hardcore sex three or four times a week. Our sex slowed down a lot once he gave me a STD. My friends told me to divorce him, but I loved him and I valued our marriage. I have the papers ready for him to sign when he gets back.

John, my executive assistant, has worked for me since I started at the firm seven years ago. He is a tall, light-skinned black man. He always wears a button-down shirt and tie. He wore tight dress pants that really showed off his nice ass and big package. He was smart and very good at his work. John was always polite and looked after me like I was his little sister. It seemed he was dating someone new every month. He was always quite the gentleman and had big brown eyes and an infectious smile.

I called John and told him I was going to work from home today but that later in the day I needed him to bring me some files. This was not out of the ordinary as I have done this often.

I was in the backyard gardening, pruning and picking flowers. It was hot, so I wasn't wearing a bra. You ladies understand, right? I was wearing a big, loose moo moo type dress so that the air could flow around my swollen body. My panties were big cotton granny panties, pink with little red hearts with arrows through them.

Agnes, the elderly lady next door, had been chatting with me over our four-foot fence. She was a randy old bird as she watched Mica and me fuck in the garden many times. We knew she watched as we heard her grunting as she masturbated while watching us.

The misting machine was on, spraying over the garden. I sat on the bench with the hem of my dress pulled up over my thick, sweaty thighs. My head was back enjoying the mist beading on my body. The sweat and mist had dampened my top so much that you could see the outline of my big pink areolas and my fat engorged nipples.

John came around the gazebo and startled me when he spoke. "Don't you look like a hot mess. You are supposed to be relaxing, not out here sweating like a pig." He immediately regretted using that word.

"Did you just call me fat?" I teased. John was wearing his usual attire. His shirt was getting wet from the mist, and I could see his arm and chest muscles bulging through his shirt.

John nervously avoided the teasing. "The files you requested are on your desk. Is there anything else I can do for you, Miss Marcie?" Miss Marcie is what he always called me.

I was so sexually frustrated that I just blurted out, "Well, I would love to suck your big black cock, like sucking the chrome off a tailpipe. Then I want you to stuff that hog in my cunt and fuck me until I pass out."

Agnes's head popped over the fence upon hearing me. John’s eyes grew big, and the way his dainty, straight-laced boss spoke shocked him.

I was scared and embarrassed, and then John whipped out his big black cock when I was about to apologize. Goddamn it was gorgeous. It was dark black in contrast to his light brown skin. The shaft was thicker than any cock I've seen before. His cock bent upward slightly and was very veiny. Big veins that would caress the inside of my tight wet pussy walls.

"Miss Marcie, I have wanted you to suck my cock since the day I met you. I didn't know you had this wild side in you. I've wanted to eat your fiery red bush-covered pussy and make you scream as I fucked your tight little white pussy," John confessed.

I was panting heavily as he walked closer to me and touched my cheek with his purple cockhead. I looked him in the eye, like a child begging for candy. My hand couldn't reach all the way around the base of his throbbing cock. I pressed my lips onto the tip and darted my tongue into his pee hole. John slipped the top of my dress off my shoulder down to my waist. My breasts were swollen, and colostrum leaked from them.

I had my mouth completely over his cockhead and running my tongue around its deep ridge. John gently massaged my fat titties causing them to squirt. My cotton panties were soaked. "Take my black cock into your mouth and suck it like a good little girl," he growled.

He untied the bun on the back of my head, and my long red curls fell down my back. My hand pumped his cock as his cock stretched my mouth and the head hit the back of my throat. John moaned as I sucked and wanked his cock. "Oh damn, white girl!" he exclaimed as I dropped my hand from his cock and took him fully down my throat. I fucking know how to suck a cock. I love cock in my mouth. His curly black pubes tickled my nose as I held his cock in my throat for a few seconds. My mouth slid off the head of his cock with a string of saliva hanging down. I caught my breath and looked proudly up at John's ecstatic face. I smiled and winked, then took him fully down my throat again.

This time I bobbed up and down his shaft. "Glug, glug, glug, glug," was echoing through the backyard. Agnes was grunting behind the fence. She had never seen a black man's cock before. Neither have I, let alone one fucking my face.

John gently put his hand on my head, guiding me to the rhythm of his desire. I felt his cock throb, so I knew I was about to receive his salty gift. I pulled back so he could deposit his seed into my mouth. John's pants and underwear had fallen to his knees. I reached down and felt his massive balls for the first time. My hands reached around, and I dug my long pointed fingernails into his hard muscular ass cheeks.

Globs of thick, creamy cum shot into my mouth. I had to swallow much of it, as it was too much to hold in my mouth. I loved the way he tasted. I pulled off and opened wide so he could see what he deposited in his boss’s mouth. "Swallow it, whore," he ordered. I did and opened my empty mouth proudly to show him.

John dropped to his knees and kissed me. His hot, long tongue danced with mine as he struggled to take my dress the rest of the way off. He drank more of my tit juice as his powerful hand took off my ugly panties.

We both could smell my aroma as soon as the panties were off. John slowly spread my knees and gazed at my red bushy cunt under the shelf of my pregnant belly. I leaned against the back of the bench seat as he nuzzled his nose through my forest. His fat middle finger pushed between my folds into my married pussy. I moaned and bit his broad shoulders through his shirt. John stopped fingering me to take his tie and shirt off. We heard, "Oh my fucking God," from Agnes as she and I viewed his big brown muscles for the first time.

John continued fingering me. This time I made his shoulder bleed as I bit down hard. "Your pussy is so tight. I'm going to enjoy stretching your cunt. First, I am going to taste you and make you scream," John whispered into my pussy.

His second finger entered me as his tongue found my hooded clit. John was surprised by the size of my pearl as he licked my clit and the hood opened. He sucked my clit as a third finger entered me. John's tongue lapped down into my pink cavern as he removed his fingers and rubbed my engorged clit. He tasted my tangy nectar, and he was about to be surprised by my spraying orgasm.

I knew I was going to squirt as my insides were spasming in a way that made me clench like doing Kegels. I sprayed his face with a massive burst of my clear sex discharge. The discharge soaked his face.

We both stood up as it was time to fuck. We both knew he couldn't lie between my legs because of my big belly. I bent over the bench with my big titties swaying. I looked over my shoulder and pleaded, "Fuck me, John. Please fuck me with your big black cock. Fuck your boss hard and rough. Don't hold back. Treat me like the white cheating whore I am."

John shoved my head down and smacked my ass. He spread my ass cheeks and rubbed my butt hole with his thumb. I moaned for a moment until he thrust his fat rod fully into my cunt. I screamed and grunted as he just started pounding me hard from behind. Agnes grunted as she worked her fingers into her cunt.

"Take my cock, you hot bitch. Your pussy feels so tight and wet. Gawd I wanted this for so long," John shouted. He stretched my pussy further than it had ever been. His cockhead went as deep as a cock can go. I pushed back my fat ass meeting his every thrust. I could feel his big veins rubbing against my puffy pink walls.

I was panting so hard that I almost lost my breath. I know that this isn't sexy, but the women understand, he was pounding me so hard that I loudly farted. My orgasm was so intense that I thought I was going into labor. My entire body trembled as I screamed out. John felt my pussy clinch around his thrusting cock. He pumped his cream deep inside me. He pulled out and sprayed my ass crack and ass cheeks.

On Monday, I walked into the office wearing my cute maternity clothes. John greeted me with my morning coffee. "Good morning, Miss Marcie, I have your itinerary for this week all ready to review," he said professionally.

I glanced down at my schedule and saw that on Wednesday he had entered, 'Work from home- garden activities.'