I was in my last six months of employment, looking forward to retirement.  A job that I had once loved, I now hated.  I had been promoted.  Side-tracked really, it was probably cheaper to keep me on for six months than to make me redundant.  I had my own office and not enough to do.  I wasn't sure what I was going to do I retirement, but I would find something.

The company I worked for had been taken over and the new owners considered themselves ground breakers, much of it I was in agreement with, employing more disabled people and transgender people for example.  Some things, I was not so keen on.  Like the newly installed unisex loos.  All cubicles of course, all with disabled access.  I am old fashioned, some things are best kept separate. 

But it was thanks to the unisex loos that I was able to fulfil a long lasting fantasy leading to some of the best sex of my life.  From the cubicle next to mine, I could hear someone sobbing.  I knew who it was, Clare, a young women under my charge, who was about six months pregnant.

My wife and I dont have children, so I had never had the pleasure of fucking a pregnant woman and it had become an obsession.  Clare was blonde, gorgeous, and about a third of my age.  I had lusted after her since she joined the company, her being pregnant had put my lust into turbo mode.

Since menopause, my wife has lost interest in sex, what used to be an adequate, if not passionate sex life, had ended.  Conversely, the older I became, the hornier I got.  The outlet for all this was masturbation, sometimes as much as three times in a day and the fuel for this was, quite often,  the delectable Clare.

On one occasion only, I had visited a massage parlour, seeking an outlet for my sexual energy.  My masseuse had certainly released it, very skilfully, but I felt ashamed and never went back.

Back in my office, I watched Clare return to her desk.  I was responsible for the welfare of those under me, so I buzzed her and asked her to come to my office.

"Tell me it's none of my business if you wish," I said.  "But I couldn't help hearing you crying.  Is it something that you would like to talk about?"

To my horror, she burst into tears again.  I went to the machine to get coffees, (Something else that has displeased me, the machine coffee tastes like fertiliser.)  I placed the plastic cups, (Ugh!) on my desk and closed the blinds on the windows overlooking the office.

"It's this."

She sobbed, indicating her belly bump.

"Have you spoken to your doctor about it?"

"No, I'm perfectly healthy and I feel it.  It's my husband."

"Doesn't he want the baby?"

"More than anything, that's the problem, he won't, you know, make love to me in case it harms the baby.  I haven't had sex since we found out that I was pregnant."

I knew enough to know that this was nonsense, I said as much.

"I know, that's what the doctor says, but he won't touch me.  Did you fuck your wife when she was pregnant."

Fuck?  That not exactly business speak.  I said that we had no children. 

"But would you have?"

"Yes," I answered truthfully."  I think that a pregnant woman is very attractive."

"Would you fuck me?"

What!  How do you answer a question like that? I heard myself mutter;

"Yes, I  certainly would."

She looked me straight in the eye and said;

"Will you?  Fuck me.  I would be really grateful."

I could think of many reasons why I should say no, she was a colleague, in my charge, she was married, I was married.  Against that there were two reasons why I should say yes,  I fancied her like mad and my hard on was threatening to lift the desk. The hard on won.

" I would love to fuck you."

She had a flat nearby, we arranged to meet there at lunchtime.  What was I doing?  I could lose my job.  But I was not about to kiss and tell, would she?  Fuck it, what could they do, I was on the point of retirement anyway.

She left first, using her own car.  I followed a few minutes later.  It is a new town, she lived quite close to the office. She buzzed me in and was waiting for me at the door of her second floor flat, wearing just a robe, as soon as the door closed, she let it fall to the floor.  Young, beautiful, naked and pregnant.  I almost came in my pants.  Almost.  She went straight for the prize, unzipping me and freeing my straining organ.

"Wow," she said.  "That feels good."

Didn't it just?  There were no stairs to climb, the bedroom was on the same level.   She led me by the cock to the bed, me shuffling with my pants round my ankles.  She lay spread out on the bed, their marital bed, with her legs spread as I tore off my clothes.  I lay beside her, she turned her back and pushed her arse out.

"From behind," she said.  "Like spoons."

She reached between her legs for my cock and fed into her wet slot.  I began to wish that I had tossed myself off that morning, this was not going to take long at all.  It didn't, but it was long enough for me to reach round and explore her fine tits, but my hands were drawn to her swollen belly, I was in paradise.  I gratefully pumped my load into her welcoming cunt.  She thanked me!

"I really needed that," she said. "Was it alright for you?"

"Just perfect," I said.  "But you didn't come."

"No," she said."  Would you like to watch me do myself now?"

I was still rock hard inside her, I felt that I could have given her seconds there and then  but I could not resist the idea of watching her bring herself off. I pulled out, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide.  A blob of spunk, my spunk, clung to her inflamed, gaping cunt lips.  She used it as lubricant, rubbing her fingers up and down her slit and then concentrating on her stiff pink clit.

I had never seen a woman masturbate, other than on porn, certainly my wife would never consider it.  I was entranced.  But there was something that I wanted even more.  I gently pulled her hand away and kissed her cunt.  It was full of my spunk, which made it taste even sweeter.  Another lifetime fantasy, and another thing that my wife would not permit, to suck her just-fucked cunt.

Clare came powerfully.  I was still painfully erect.

"May I fuck you again?"

I almost begged.

"Of course you can," she said.  "But would you like me to suck you off instead?"

Does it rain in England?  Oral was one thing that my wife was happy with and she was good at it.  It was perhaps the price she paid to have me lick her cunt, which she loved and so did I, but she would suck my cock nicely.  She wouldn't let me come in her mouth though, she knew exactly when to stop and would then finish me by hand.  Clare had said;

"Suck you OFF."

Oh yes please.  I lasted a bit longer in her mouth than I had in her cunt, but for the first time in my life, my offering was swallowed.  Every last drop.

I was very late back from lunch  nobody seemed to have missed me.  Clare didn't come back, I told her to call in sick later.  After that day, we barely spoke at work, we comunicated by text.  Late morning, I would receive a text, without text.  Just a tick.  I would send a tick back.  We called it the tick text.  She sent them every day.  I fucked her every lunchtime until her baby was born.  I say fuck, but it wasn't just cunt fucking, it would be more accurate to say that I ejaculated in her presence every lunchtime.

Condoms were never even discussed, she was not going to get pregnant while pregnant, she had not been fucked, even by her husband, since she discovered she was in the club.  I had not had sex for years, other than that one encounter at the brothel, and that had been safe sex.  Nor was I likely to catch anything from my regular sex partner, my right hand.  (And occasionally, my left!)

Mostly, I came in her cunt, she called it wetting the baby's head.  But she also liked me to come in her mouth.  According to her, my cock was much bigger than that of her husband and it produced a lot more spunk.  For that reason, she said, she liked to wank me off so that she could see it spurt.  She also liked to watch me wank myself and come on her, on her tits, on her distended belly and on her cunt, which she would hold open for me.  I always licked it off.

Her tits were disproportionately large due to the pregnancy, and super-sensitive.  She liked me to touch them, kiss them, lick and suck them, but gently.  Her husband she said, liked to touch them, but my touch was more gentle.  He also like to stroke and kiss her belly, as did I.  Having me play with her tits or belly, usually led to me fucking her, but she said that her husband would not fuck her, however much she begged,  it was;

"Bad for the baby."

I asked her what he did for sex if he was refusing to fuck her.

"He lies alongside me and wanks himself off," she said.  "I don't mind him wanking, as you know, I like to watch, but it's very frustrating and if I try to masturbate, he stops me.  Bad for the baby."

And I thought that I was a wanker! 

I had fallen in love with her, I said that she should leave him.  I would leave my wife and we would live together.  She laughed at the idea, saying,

"I like you, very much, but I love my husband, I couldn't leave him."

So that was it.  All I was to her was the cock that she wasn't getting from her husband.  Once the baby was born, I would be cast aside, surplus to requirements.  I was hurt, I should have walked away, but I was hooked.  I was getting more and better sex than I had for years, I would take it for as long as it was on offer.

She left work about a month before the baby was due and our sessions became slightly more leisurely, if she had been late back from lunch, it was noticed.  Nobody seemed to care how long I took for lunch.  So until she left, we were restricted to an hour, minus travelling time.  Surprisingly, long enough for a satisfying fuck, but I wanted more.

On only one occasion did I get more.  She texted me that her husband would be away over two nights, was there any way that I could stay over.  My company had offered me a two day, pre-retirement seminar, with two nights in a hotel.  Partner included.  I took it.  But alone, not with my partner, and instead of attending, I spent two days and nights in bed with Clare.

She was very close to her time and hornier than ever.  It was the most enjoyable two days of my life.  And the most exhausting.  She knew all the positions that were comfortable and safe, but my favourite was still the way we fucked the first time.  That way, my hands were free to roam over her swollen tits and even more swollen belly.  It was an extraordinary experience to feel the baby kicking as my cock pumped her cunt, probably reacting to to pummeling it's head was receiving from my cock.

We didn't leave the flat and we spent the entire time naked, the flat was not overlooked and by that time it was early summer.  Just being nude seems to boost spunk production and I was using a lot.  One day, I had sucked her off sitting on my face.  She liked it, I liked it.  Another position that left my hands free to wander.  I had rimmed her lovely arse as well as tonguing her cunt,  something we both loved, but something else that my wife had never permitted.  She had come, now it was my turn, my cock was bursting.  I guided it to her hole but she said;

"Put it in my bum."

I must have mis-heared.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she growled.  "Fuck me up my arse.  But go easy with that monster."

She had lubricant in a bedside drawer.  She lovingly greased my cock and then handed me the lube to do her arse.  You guessed it.  It was another first for me.  It was a struggle but it eventually went in.  Clare groaned as it stretched her.

"That feels wonderful," she said.  "It feels even bigger in there, I think I can taste it."

She told me afterwards that her husband was a big enthusiast of anal, and she quite enjoyed it too.  So did I.

The next day, there was no text.  No text, no sex.  Nor the next day, but the day after that, I received a text that simply said;

"It's a boy!"

And that was that.  It was all over.  Or so I thought. 

Fast forward six months.  I was retired.  We had also moved house, downsized.  We had bought a small bungalow with a huge garden.  By pure coincidence, it was five minutes walk from Clare's flat.  But I was not even sure that she still lived there, I would occasionally walk past on my daily constitutional, but had not seen or heard from her.

I missed her terribly, I missed just being in her presence, let alone the phenomenal sex.  I had attempted to recapture the sex with regular visits to a nearby town, which boasted several houses of pleasure.  It was cold and commercial, but I looked forward to my visits.  The girls were great, very accomodating.  Nothing was unavailable.  But rather than being spontaneous, as it had been with Clare, everthing had to be negotiated beforehand.  And of course any kind of penetration involved condoms.  I had become a big fan of anal, in those six months I must have stuck my cock up over twenty different arses.  I never licked a professional cunt.

Then one day, my phone pinged;

"Can we meet?  C."

I replied immediately;

"Where, when?"

We met in a park near to her flat.  She looked stunning, so slim.  I was introduced to the baby, a boy, and she had named him after me.  I felt so proud, this must be what it was like to be a grandfather.  And to anybody walking by, that is exactly how we appeared.  How could a twenty-something mother, and a grey-haired old codger, be anything but?

Clare came straight to the point;

"I'd like us to start fucking again."

My heart leaped.  So did my cock.

"Really,"  I said.  "Why?"

"I miss your big cock among other things," she said.  "My husband's little toothbrush doesn't do it for me any more."

"There must be more to it that, and why me, there must be younger men falling over themselves to fuck you, men better endowed than me."

"I fucked around a lot before I was married, young men are more interested in their own pleasure, you always made sure that I had orgasms.  You gave me orgasms just with your cock, nobody else has, especially my husband.  He comes and rolls over to sleep, I have to finish myself with my fingers."

"Leave him."

"No.  I love him and he loves me.  He is the father of my child and he's a wonderful father.  Don't you want to fuck me any more?"

I realised that I was talking myself out of a perfect situation.

"More than life itself."

I replied.

"Well then,"  she said.  "Come back with me now and fuck me until I'm sore."

We fucked with the baby gurgling in a cot beside the bed.  She was back on the pill, so it was bareback.  It seemed strange fucking her without the belly bump.  For the first time, it was in missionary.  She orgasmed as my spunk flooded her.  She claimed that it was the first time she had come in this position just from being fucked.  Since then, it happens all the time.

She said that giving birth was surprisingly easy, claiming that my big cock had prepared her.  It had felt like being fucked with a cock bigger than mine, but from the inside.  She had actually enjoyed the experience, but still had no intention of repeating it.

When we started, she was still lactating, her tits were still heavy and sensitive.  I stole her baby's milk from her big pink nipples.  Her nipples were sore from feeding the baby, but she still wanted them kissed and sucked, but gently.  She claimed that my lips were soothing.

On day, quite early in the morning, she texted me;

"Can you come over immediately?"

I rushed over, thinking that there was some kind of crisis.  She buzzed me in, the flat door was ajar.  She was in the bedroom, naked on the bed.  There were two pillows under her bum, her knees were raised.

"Do you like sloppy seconds?"  She grinned.  "He fucked me just before he left, I'm trying to keep the spunk in."

To be honest, she didn't feel an different, she always seemed juicy to me.  I soon added mine to the mix.  It was one of the few occasions when I didn't lick her cunt.

I visit her two or three times a week, on demand.  Her husband has no idea.  He still fucks her regularly, but she can't live without getting more from me.  I joined a golf club so that I have an excuse to be away from home so often.  My wife suspects nothing, she probably wouldn't believe me if I told her.  She no longer has any interest in how I spend my time.

Ironically, it turns out that I am naturally gifted at golf, I enjoy it almost as much as when I'm fucking Clare.  Almost.  I consider myself very lucky.  I'm a very happy man.