During my pregnancy, I was shockingly horny. I had always been a dirty girl from a young age, but this was something totally new for me. As the months progressed I became insatiable. The first trimester passed with me feeling bright and cheerful, with periods of sickness etc, but generally I felt fine -- and not particularly sexual. This was fine, because my husband at the time wasn't providing me with any sex. He suggested that he was worried about the baby and all that, but I got the impression that he was quite turned off by it all and didn't really find me sexy anymore -- that was proven when he later buggered off and left me, but that's another story.
Towards the end of my second trimester, I suddenly started wanting sex. Really wanting sex. I could hardly handle how horny I was. I remember holding a dinner party at my house; when I couldn't hold a thought in my head because I had been checking out pretty much every male member of the party imagining them fucking me to exhaustion, all lining up and taking turns -- in my pussy, up my arse, shooting it all into my mouth. Standing over me and beating off, covering my body with their cum. Of course, at that time I hadn't been introduced to the world of other girls' pussies, so half of those people were sadly left out of my dirty thoughts.
Having a swollen belly, I was bigger than normal. I remember squeezing past someone sitting at the table, and moaning out loud when I received the slightest brush from the corner of their chair -- almost instantly soaking my knickers with my juice. I was so embarrassed straight away because I knew how loudly I'd moaned. The men sitting down thought I'd been hurt, but I think a couple of the women realised what kind of moan it really was. I had to excuse myself and I went upstairs to finger myself silly -- I came down ten minutes later only slightly relieved.
Anyway, to the story. At the seventh month, I was being driven wild with lust. I'm generally a moral person, so I felt cheating on my husband with another man was wrong. So I spent every day in pretty much the same way -- I'd wake up, have a shower, and see my husband off to work. After that I'd spend the rest of the day downloading porn on my computer and masturbating almost continuously. I acted like a schoolboy who'd just discovered how to orgasm. I made a few trips to the sex shops in Soho to pick up some 'supplies' -- a couple of strong vibrators and thick dildos -- and one for my arse. I bought some DVDs which suited my taste, and even found some where pregnant women were getting fucked in every way -- the kind of treatment my body longed for. I often lost count of how many times I'd masturbate during the day. I'd leave the TV playing a hardcore film so I would have something to fantasise about while I was doing my housework. I preferred staying clothed, in case any of my friends or family would turn up to visit -- but sometimes I'd lie on my bed naked, furiously working away between my legs, until the skin on my fingers became crinkled like they do when you have a bath.
Friends did come to visit -- especially my best friend Ruth. I had known her since college and we knew each other better than anyone. We always told each other everything -- she was even filthier than me, and she would always tell me stories about her latest conquests and how she spent her weekend getting laid. She was bi, and very sexually active; often spending nights at swinger's clubs and dogging spots around Essex. She wasn't bad looking at all -- she had a body to kill for, lovely C cup boobs, and short, sexy red hair. But it was the way she looked that was the sexiest -- when she went out, she'd wear something skimpy to get everyone looking at her, then she'd simply pick who she wanted and took him (or her or even them) home. Her stories shocked me, but they turned me on a hell of a lot too. She knew I loved hearing them, and we'd always spend time together, and on the phone, with her telling me all about it. We were open to each other about everything -- I told her about how horny I was and how I wasn't getting any sex from Rob, my husband. I told her about my filthy fantasies and even about the incident with the chair -- we giggled about that one.
