The school bus pulled out of the church parking lot carrying a load of kids to summer camp. My eight year old son Jeff was on the bus. I now had a full week to myself. My husband John had been on a business trip for two weeks and was not expected back for another two. I missed him very much and was starting to miss Jeff.
I had been looking forward to the time alone. Now, I wasn't sure it would be that much fun. I had planned to spend time with my best friend Judy. I wanted to check out a new maternity store at the mall and Judy said that she would tag along. I thought that afterward we could have lunch and maybe see a movie. The Saturday crowds at the mall made shopping a drag and we couldn't find a suitable movie. We settled on a quick lunch then decided to try shopping on Monday.
The rest of the weekend went slowly. I watched a lot of TV and read a little. The two weeks without my husband was causing a hunger between my legs. I partially relieved myself by watching one of John's porno films while fingering my starving pussy. The immediate tension was released with an orgasm. It was not the same, however, as a good old fashion screwing that my husband always gives me. I missed him more now.
Judy called Sunday afternoon to tell me that something came up and she would not be able to go shopping on Monday. We rescheduled for Wednesday. Now I had two more days alone. I decided to make the best of it. Three weeks earlier, I had bought a mail-order dress pattern. I knew John would like the dress. It had a plunging neckline and the skirt was very short. The pattern called for a form fitting material that would show off my figure. I originally planned to make the dress after the baby was born, but now that I had time on my hands I decided to make the dress. I couldn't wait for John to see me in the dress once I had regained my figure. I decided to go to the sewing center first thing in the morning. I fell asleep after another session of finger play. My sexual frustrations were growing.
The next morning I showered and dressed casually. It was a warm July morning. The kind that makes you wish you weren't seven months pregnant. I figured it was going to be a scorcher before too long. I drove to the sewing center with the windows down. The breeze felt good, but it made a mess of my hair. I pulled into the nearly full parking lot and finally found a spot a few doors down from the sewing store. I made an attempt to straighten my hair in the rear view mirror. I finally gave up and got out of the car.
I was parked next to an automotive repair shop that specialized in oil changes. It reminded me that John had ask me to have the oil changed in my car. I thought that I might as well take care of it while I was here so I entered the shop. At the counter a nice looking man ask if he could help me.
I asked, "How long before I can get the oil changed in my car?"
Sam replied (I looked at the patch on his shirt), "We can have it done in 45 minutes."
He smiled at me and I returned the smile and said, "Fine, here's the key. Its the red Mustang."
Still smiling, Sam asked, "Has anyone told you that you look like Pamela Anderson?"
I felt the blood rush into my cheeks as I admitted, "Yes. A few people have told me that."
I added, "But, could you imagine me on the beach in a swimsuit looking like this?" I gestured to my swollen belly.
Sam's look became mischievous as he said, "I for one think that a women becomes more sexy when she's pregnant."
My face must have been beet red at his forward comment.
Sam chuckled and said, "Ma'am, you can have a seat in the waiting room. I'll let you know when your car is ready."
I regained my composure and offered, "That's OK. I'll use the time to run down to the sewing store."
"Ohh," Sam said. He added, "Making something for the baby?"
I saw my chance to get back at Sam. "No," I replied evenly, "Its something for Daddy, a low cut tight mini-dress for me."
It was Sam's turn to blush.
I smiled mischievously as I left the shop, Sam's handsome red face on my mind. The rest of him wasn't bad either, tall and muscular. My thoughts momentarily turned to my husband. I missed him terribly. I resolved to attack him when he returned from his business trip.
My thoughts were interrupted by some hoots and whistles. I was passing in front of the garage next to the repair shop office. The mechanics had noticed me walking by and were rudely making their presence known. I turned to look at them with a 'Go to Hell' stare when I noticed how cute they were. My expression dissolved into a smile.
I walked on overhearing their comments to each other, "Did you get an eyeful of those big knockers."
The other said, "I couldn't get past her angel face and those big blue eyes."
Their crude comments shocked me, but deep down I was flattered. I work hard to keep my 28 year old body in shape. I was a little puzzled that they didn't notice my belly. I guess their view was blocked by the cars in the garage. I had not intentionally dressed to draw stares this morning. All I was wearing was a ribbed top with my overalls. I guess the outfit was sort of hot. Rather than long pant legs these overalls were cut short like short shorts with cuffs. Washing had made the material fit me snug. The bib usually covered my breasts. While pregnant, I had to loosen the shoulder straps. The bib now only covered the bottom half of my breasts. My nipples were clearly visible through the thin top.
Now I realize why my husband liked the overalls. He's a dirty young man. He likes bragging about my figure. I caught him telling one of his buddies my measurements, 37C-23-35. I popped him on the shoulder for embarrassing me like that, but secretly I beamed because I know he's proud of my figure. But now those numbers don't apply. I have no idea what I measure now and don't want to know. I do know that my breasts have swelled over a cup size since getting pregnant. I wasn't wearing a bra under my top.
I walked into the sewing store with a bright smile. It felt good to be noticed. It also reminded me of how horny I was. I found exactly the material I was looking for. I knew I was going to look hot for John in this red skin tight mini-dress. I paid for the material and headed for the shop to get my car. As I approached the garage stalls I braced for the comments. I heard none. I confess I was a little disappointed. It seemed that no one was in the garage.
I walked on to the shop office and entered. I heard conversation coming from the waiting room. No one was at the counter. I was about to walk into the waiting room when I heard Sam's voice.
He said, "Boys, she is definitely pregnant."
Another said, "I guess we didn't see all of her, but what we did see was beautiful."
A third said, "I'd like to see all of her naked and I don't care if she's pregnant."
Sam's voice said, "Now lets not get carried away. She's a married woman."
A new voice said, "Does she know about the free BBQ tonight for our customers?"
Someone else said, "Maybe she'll be there."
Sam said, "I'll make sure she knows."
Sam's last statement was made as he walked out of the waiting room. He was startled to see me there. Judging by his reaction he knew that I had overheard.
He said, "I guess you heard."
I nodded with a smile.
"Sorry about that, ma'am," he said, "the boys know a lovely lady when they see one."
I shifted my weight and found myself thrusting out my breasts as I said, "Please thank the Boys for me."
My car was ready and I paid Sam. As I was leaving Sam said, "We WOULD like to see you tonight for BBQ."
He added, "We do it for ALL the customers and it starts at six."
I knew his emphasis on "ALL" was an attempt to put me at ease. I said, "Well, thank you for the offer, but I'm afraid I can't."
He said, "I assure you ma'am that you would enjoy yourself."
I returned, "I'm sure I would, but, I just can't."
His disappointment was obvious but he smiled and said, "If you change your mind, ma'am, we start serving at six."
I said, "I'll keep that in mind."
My car was still in the stall. One of the mechanics came out of the office to get my car for me. Several others followed. I smiled at them as they passed by. The young man that got my car pulled it up next to me and held the door open. I chuckled inwardly as I caught him steeling glances at my breasts. I didn't realize until I was seated that my nipples had grown and were making large points in my top. I thanked him for my car and then drove off before he noticed how red my face had become. All the comments from those cute mechanics had had an effect on me. I realized that my pussy was damp. I hurried home to take a cold shower. I was a happily married woman and I was loosing control.
After a shower and lunch I busied myself making the dress. I tried to suppress my horny urges without luck. Sewing the dress helped a little to forget Sam's invitation. I kept wondering what that hunk had in mind. He said, "I assure you that you would enjoy yourself." Enjoy myself at a BBQ? Those cute mechanics and me? No, I was letting my mind run wild. It was for all the customers.
I finished the dress in just five hours. It was not that hard. I was tempted to try the dress on. I knew that I would look silly with my pregnant belly. For some reason I really wanted to put it on. The material was flexible enough to fit my belly. What nagged me was the comment one of the mechanics made, "I don't care if she's pregnant." Sam also made some comment about pregnant women being sexy. I always thought that having a fat belly was unattractive. I was beginning to wonder. That mechanic seemed to be interested in my body despite me being pregnant. I figured, "What the Hell."
I tried the dress on and it fit perfectly. It hugged every inch of my body. The front flexed enough to be comfortable with my belly. The hem was set about half way between my knees and my waist. I was going to have to watch it if I bend over. My breasts looked like they might burst out of the material. The dress pushed them together showing very nice cleavage. I put on my 5 inch red pumps and pranced around in front of the mirror. From the rear my ass and legs looked great. You couldn't tell that I was pregnant.
My profile showed the gentle curve of my belly. My firm milk filled breasts barely sagged at all without a bra. It occurred to me that I've seen women with plump tummies that didn't look that much different from the way I looked right now. My bulge was a little higher. Another two months would be a different story, however. I was beginning to feel sexy with my pregnant body. The dress didn't look silly. It looked hot. My nipples began to push against the stretchy fabric showing my arousal. I caught myself thinking about what those mechanics would think of me rather than what my husband would think.
I looked at the clock and it was six o'clock. I noticed that I was getting hungry. Was it hunger or was I looking for a reason to go to that damn auto shop. As I stood in front of the mirror the devil in me though about showing up at that shop dressed in this mini-dress. I bet their jaws would hit the floor when they saw me. I dismissed the idea quickly. I couldn't go out in public dressed like I was. Women just didn't wear a sexy outfit like this when they're pregnant. People would think I was a tramp or something.
My curiosity continued to nag me. What would those handsome mechanics think of me in this dress? My excitement at the thought continued to grow. Finally, I decided that it wouldn't hurt just to go have BBQ. I wouldn't stay long. I was just so curious to see people's reaction to a pregnant woman in a sexy dress. I had to finish getting ready. I bent over in front of the mirror to see if my breasts would fall out of the dress. The tight dress held. I turned around still bent over and noticed that my white panties were visible from behind. I needed to change my panties.
I looked for a red pair but remembered that I had thrown them out. I was reluctant to go out without panties but my sexy mood finally drove away my reluctance. I would have to avoid sitting down. My hair wasn't in bad shape. I usually wore it long a strait. I teased it a little on top and sprayed it giving it a full look. I quickly put my makeup on, a little heavier than usual, and checked one last time in the mirror. I looked hot. This just might be fun. Watch out, teasing pregnant woman on the prowl.
I jumped into my car and headed for the auto shop. I pulled into the same parking spot I had earlier at exactly 6:30. There weren't that many cars around. I got out and went inside. The activity seemed to be taking place in the waiting room. I walked in and was surprised to see a big screen TV against one wall. Quite a setup for a repair shop waiting room. Against another wall was a buffet setup with about 12 people standing around it. Half of the people were in shop uniforms. I recognized Sam and three of the other mechanics. I saw two couples and two other men. They must be customers. Not a big turn out. One of the boys saw me and his expression was priceless. He was speechless as his flailing arms tried to alert the others. I loved it.
Finally, others notice me and the conversations started. Sam came over and made a big show of how glad he was that I came. He tried to act nonchalant, but I could tell that I was getting to him. The bulge in his pants betrayed him. I was now convinced that when it comes to men, a hot looking woman is a hot looking woman regardless if she's pregnant. Sam ushered me to the buffet and I made a plate for myself. Sam gestured to a table but I refused. I was mindful of my lack of undergarments. I didn't want to start a riot, or didn't I?
I began to wonder about my motivations. I realized I hadn't thought about my husband or son in quite a while. Here I was, a married woman strutting myself in front of all these strangers. The thought gave me a tingle in my groin. My thoughts were interrupted by one of the mechanics.
He commented, "Ma'am, I wanted to say how great it is to have such a beautiful woman come and eat with us."
His shy manner and corny line touched my heart, or was it somewhere further south. I thanked him and suggested he call me Tiffany. We continue to chat as we ate.
Others joined our conversation and finally I was introduced to all the guys. I even met the two men who were customers of the shop. The two couples seem to avoid me, no doubt at the urging of the wives. They both left after twenty minutes or so. I couldn't think of leaving. I was having a ball with all the attention. Every one of the men were gentlemen. They wanted to know all about the baby. When was it due? What were the chosen names? One of the men was married and he talked about his experiences.
He said jokingly, "I don't remember my wife looking as good as you when she was pregnant."
We all laughed and I coyly thanked him for the complement.
I got up the nerve to ask if they thought my outfit was inappropriate for a pregnant woman. Everyone agreed that it was just fine. Not surprising since they were all men. As time passed I was becoming more and more aware of that fact. I could see that I was having an effect on them. It was exactly the effect that I had hoped for. Now, however, I was beginning to feel sorry for them. My teasing had gotten them worked up and I knew they were frustrated. The irony was that seeing all these horny frustrated men around me was making me more horny and frustrated.
I decided it was time to leave. I began to say my good-byes. Not surprisingly, none of the guys wanted me to leave.
One said, "Its just such a pleasure looking at such a beautiful woman."
I smiled at his sweetness and thank him with a peck on the cheek. He blushed immediately and I noticed him squirming to contain a growing erection. I couldn't believe the powerful effect I was having on these guys. It was threatening to make me lose my control.
Sam suggested that we put on the TV. He said, "Tiffany we have a nice selection of movies to put on the VCR."
I shook my head and gestured to the door.
Before I could say anything Sam said, "Your choice. Come look at our tapes."
I thought it over and finally agreed. At least it might distract me from my hormones. Sam unlocked a cabinet and pulled open the door. It was filled with at least a hundred tapes. I walked over and looked at the titles. I noticed that some of the guys were whispering to each other and I wonder what was happening.
As I scanned the titles I noticed that about half of the tapes were triple X rated. I looked at Sam with reddening cheeks and gestured to the shelf of tapes. He knew what had caught my attention.
He stuttered, "You don't have to pick the adult stuff unless you want to."
His invitation was plain. That's what he wanted. I gave him a smirk and returned my attention to the selections. I love porno movies. I was hot enough to consider pulling one out. I was becoming hotter by the second. I knew that with me in the room and a porno tape rolling these guys would likely get excited beyond control.
Clearly flustered, I asked Sam, "Where's the ladies room?"
Sam pointed the way and as I hurried away I said over my shoulder, "Put in whatever you want."
I heard groans as I left the room. Only then did I realize the double meaning. The guys were obviously hot and getting hotter. In the bathroom I began to shamelessly think about the possibilities. I was so horny that I began to think about cheating on my husband. I was pregnant with his child for God's sake. My passion overwhelmed my brain. I looked at myself in the mirror. I squeezed my breasts, pushing them together causing my cleavage to grow. My blood was boiling. I rubbed at my crotch in frustration. I was beside myself.
I tried to calm myself down. I pulled the hem down to an acceptable level for public. I knew that if I didn't control myself, the acceptable level would probably be higher. I couldn't believe how I was thinking at that moment. A pregnant married woman thinking the way I was. I tried to concentrate on something besides sex. I began to think about the baby. Inevitably, I thought about the night it was conceived. It was one of the hottest nights my husband and I had ever had. We were both convinced that that was the night that knocked me up. I ended up with four loads of sperm in my pussy that night.
It was now with irony that I recalled what had inspired that evening. John and I had begun the evening at a BBQ thrown by my husband's company. I wore a short denim skirt and a sleeveless denim top. The outfit pulled in the looks like a magnet. I got so horny that I insisted that John take me home and fuck my brains out. I was more worked up than I had ever been in my life. My nasty behavior that night inspired my husband to fuck me over and over for three and a half hours. He filled my pussy up so thoroughly that the spermacide that I had used was overwhelmed. Two weeks later I found out that I was prego.