Chanel’s Peach-Colored Afternoon: Her Lover Comes Over, Her Husband Watches

Chanel was glowing — belly round, skin radiant, and absolutely full of pride knowing the baby inside her wasn’t her husband’s. It was her lover’s. Her husband knew it. He accepted it. Hell, he paid for the dates that got her pregnant in the first place.

And today, he was going to watch her get fucked again.

She lounged on the bed in a peach-colored satin robe, bare underneath, rubbing her belly slowly as she waited. Her husband hovered at the doorway, already breathless, already needy.

“You nervous?” she teased.

He swallowed. “No, ma’am…”

Before he could finish, there was a knock.

Her lover walked in like he owned the place — tall, dark-skinned, confident. His eyes locked onto Chanel, then drifted down to her pregnant belly.

“That’s mine,” he growled.

Chanel melted instantly.

He sat on the edge of the bed, pulled her into his lap, one hand on her stomach, the other between her thighs. “You ready for this dick again?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Please…”

Her husband whimpered.

She climbed onto her lover’s cock slowly, beautifully, while her husband watched, shaking. The lover held her belly, whispering how good she looked carrying his child.

“Look at her,” the lover said. “Carrying my baby. Riding my dick.”

Her husband nodded desperately, eyes wide.

Chanel rocked on him harder, moaning into the pillows, breasts bouncing, belly trembling with each thrust. Her husband knelt close, watching her pussy stretch around the lover’s cock.

“Hold her stomach,” the lover commanded.

He obeyed instantly.

“Good boy,” Chanel gasped. “Hold my belly while he makes me cum.”

She shattered around the lover, crying out as he filled her, claiming her all over again.

When he finished, he kissed her belly and said, “Next time, I’m bringing a friend.”

Her husband nearly fainted.

Chanel just smiled.