<p>“God, fuck! I can’t get there. Can you fuck me harder?” Miranda asked as gripped the sheets in frustration.</p><p>“I’m kind of going as hard as I can,” Pete said.</p><p>“Pete, please, I’m so fucking horny and playing with my toys didn’t work. It didn’t come close to working. I need a man to make me cum. I need you to make me cum. So please, fuck your wife. Make me cum,” Miranda demanded.</p><p>“Miranda, I’m sorry, I’m doing my best. I’m doing what usually works. What more do you want from me?” he asked. “Is it the position? Should we try something new? Do you want to get on top? Would that help?”</p><p>Missionary went out the window when Miranda entered her third trimester. Her doctor had warned her that lying on her back for too long would be uncomfortable and would risk limiting blood flow to the baby. They’d taken to lots of girl on top and side entry, usually with Pete playing the part of the big spoon. Side entry wasn’t working, though, even with a little bit of clit rubbing for supplemental pleasure.</p><p>“Do you want to get on top?” Pete asked.</p><p>“No, Pete, I don’t,” she said. Miranda took a deep breath and pulled away, causing Pete’s cock to slip out of her. She rolled over and kissed him. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s going on. I just know it’s making me crazy. I can’t cum with my vibrators. I can’t cum with your cock inside me. I feel like I need to be fucked, like really, truly fucked, and for some reason what you usually do just isn’t working for me.”</p><p>Pete took a deep breath to try and fight through the sense of inadequacy that threatened to overwhelm him. He told himself that his pregnant wife deserved everything she needed, that he should go above and beyond to give her what she wanted, which meant there was no time to sulk because she’d just told him that he couldn’t fuck her well enough.</p><p>“What can we do? Would a different kind of toy help?” he asked.</p><p>“Like what?” Miranda asked.</p><p>“Well, you usually use a vibrator, right? What about a dildo? Do women like those? You know, the kind that are mostly used for penetration?” Pete asked.</p><p>Miranda laughed. “Yes, women like those. Sometimes, at least. They’re not as good as a man, though. They’re more useful when you don’t have a man or if you want to have a little fun masturbating with your man, I suppose.”</p><p>“Well, what if your man is currently incapable of giving you what you need,” Pete said.</p><p>Miranda offered a sympathetic look and reached up to caress his face. “I’m so sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I know you’re trying your best.”</p><p>“Do you think it’s possible for you to cum? Is this just some kind of weird pregnancy thing where you feel like you really, really have to cum but you can’t actually get there?” he asked.</p><p>“I feel like I could,” Miranda said. “I feel like I’m really close but I can’t quite get there. I feel it over and over and over again. That’s what makes it so damn frustrating.”</p><p>Pete ran his hands over his wife’s pregnant belly and glanced at her wondrous, swollen breasts. He felt a deep desire to give her what she needed, and yet he couldn’t make it happen in that moment. It was immensely frustrating.</p><p>“What about from behind?” he asked. “I could fuck you harder that way.”</p><p>“I know. It just…” Miranda said before trailing off.</p><p>“What?” he asked.</p><p>“Doggystyle’s not great for me,” she said.</p><p>“Oh. Wait, do you mean now, or ever?” Pete asked.</p><p>“Well, I’m happy to do it for you, but it’s never great for me. I don’t mean it’s bad, I just mean that if it was entirely up to me I probably wouldn’t pick doggystyle. It’s just, I don’t feel a whole lot other than you slamming into my ass cheeks,” Miranda explained.</p><p>“Oh, well, I’m sorry,” Pete said. “I didn’t know.”</p><p>“I shouldn’t have said anything. I don’t dislike it. I really don’t. I like that you like it. I like that it makes you feel so good. I like that you cum so hard when we have doggystyle sex. I really do,” she said.</p><p>Pete laughed. Her worry about possibly having hurt his feelings was kind of adorable. “Miranda, honestly, it’s okay. Plus, who cares right now? You know? I want to know how to give you what you need right now.”</p><p>Miranda rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling and Pete couldn’t help but stare at her beautiful breasts. They looked so good, as they had since shortly after her pregnancy began.</p><p>She closed her eyes, smiled, and moved a hand between her legs. She started rubbing her clit and moaned. The look of frustration had been replaced with the look of sensual joy that Pete loved to see on his wife’s face.</p><p>“Play with my breasts,” she said.</p><p>Pete leaned closer and kissed the breast closest to him. He flicked his tongue back and forth over her nipple and reached up to play with the other one, gently manipulating her flesh to elicit those moans of pleasure he loved to hear.</p><p>“Mmmm,” she said. “That feels so good.”</p><p>It seemed like Miranda was well on her way to an orgasm, though Pete didn’t have the foggiest idea why. As far as he could tell nothing had changed, and yet Miranda had reached a place of pleasure that indicated an orgasm wasn’t far behind.</p><p>The orgasm came quickly. Miranda opened her mouth, moaned, and a look of the purest bliss crossed her face as she pulled her fingers away from her pussy and gripped the bed sheets. Pete marveled at the beauty of it as he continued to work her breasts in the hope that he was helping her achieve that joyful climax.</p><p>“That was amazing,” Pete said. “What happened?”</p><p>“I don’t know,” Miranda replied as she rolled onto her side and faced him.</p><p>“Miranda, honey, I don’t believe you. One moment you were a picture of frustration and the next you were well on the way to an orgasm. Something must have precipitated that change,” he said.</p><p>Miranda smiled shyly. “Something did,” she admitted. “I’m not sure I should say what did it, though.”</p><p>“We’re about to have a son together. We’ve been married for six years. You can tell me anything,” Pete said.</p><p>“You might not think that when you hear it, Pete. You could just let it go. This was probably just a onetime thing.”</p><p>It sounded like she was warning him, but Pete couldn’t let it go. She’s only managed to pique his interest.</p><p>“Just tell me,” he said.</p><p>Miranda closed her eyes and flashed that smile again. “I was thinking of someone else,” she said.</p><p>Pete recoiled as Miranda opened her eyes and smiled at him. She reached down and took his still-erect cock in her hand. “It was just for a few minutes,” Miranda said as her fingers moved up and down his shaft. “It was just because I was so desperate.”</p><p>“Who? And why? Why would thinking of someone else make you cum so quickly? Is this someone you’ve been with? Is it a guy? Is it a girl?” Pete asked as anxiety battled with pleasure while his wife gave him a slow handjob.</p><p>“Pete, sweetheart, don’t you just want to enjoy a handjob and have an orgasm? I’d be willing to do that. I’ll jerk you off and let you cum. I’ll let you cum on my tits if you want. I know how much you love them now. I know how much you’d love to cum all over them. Don’t you want to do that instead of hearing the answers to all those questions?” Miranda asked.</p><p>Pete was tempted to give her the go ahead to get him off, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about who she’d been fantasizing about.</p><p>“Miranda, your hand feels so good. It does. It’s like a little slice of heaven when you give me a handjob. I know I won’t be able to sleep unless I know who you were fantasizing about, though,” he said.</p><p>“Okay,” she said while stroking him a little faster. “I was thinking about the guy I was with the day you and I met.”</p><p>“You had sex with someone the day we met?” Pete asked.</p><p>Miranda leaned a little closer and kissed him. “I did. I was in a mood that night. Plus, you didn’t ask me out for another week so it’s not like I was cheating on you or anything. This was just a onetime hookup.”</p><p>“Why were you thinking about him?”</p><p>Miranda moaned in that deeply sensual kind of way that women are always so good at. She moaned like she was once again reliving a deeply pleasurable experience and Pete couldn’t help but feel a little jealousy along with the continued stimulation between his legs.</p><p>“He just popped into my head,” she said.</p><p>“Why?” Pete asked.</p><p>“There was just something about the way he fucked me,” Miranda replied.</p><p>Pete felt an unexpected kind of pleasure between his legs. It was like a few simple words from his wife had elevated his arousal, leading to a rather lovely experience.</p><p>“It’s probably hard for a man to understand, but he made me feel like he was taking me and making me his for the night. He fucked me like I was his possession, like I was his toy to be used and on that night it really worked for me. It was the perfect one night stand, to be honest, and it was with the kind of guy that really only does one night stands.”</p><p>Pete was suddenly a little embarrassed at how turned on he felt. His wife was recalling a very particular but evidently quite wonderful sexual experience with another man and he was hugely aroused.</p><p>“Why…” Pete said before groaning. “Why did you think about that?”</p><p>“Because that’s what I needed tonight,” Miranda said. “I didn’t realize it until this guy popped into my head, but that’s what I needed tonight. I needed to feel like that again. I needed it for just a few minutes and the results were incredible.”</p><p>Pete wondered if he’d ever made his wife feel that way. He wondered if he even could. He clearly hadn’t given her what she needed in their bed that night or she wouldn’t have had to fantasize about someone else. Could he do it next time now that he knew what she needed?</p><p>“So when were you with him?” Pete asked.</p><p>“After we met,” Miranda said. “He was there. He asked me out for a drink. We went to a bar and then back to his place for a really great night.”</p><p>“He was there?”</p><p>Miranda moved a little closer and Pete felt her belly and her spectacular breasts press against his body. “Yes,” she whispered.</p><p>“Wait, did you go home with one of my friends?” Pete asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Miranda replied.</p><p>Pete expected something other than desire to fill his body. He expected anxiety, annoyance, or maybe even a sense of anger that his wife had fucked one of his friends – before they were a couple, of course – and never told him. None of those feelings were present, though. It was just the desire.</p><p>“Who was it?” he asked.</p><p>Miranda looked up at him with a smile on her face. She kissed him and her tongue pushed into his mouth. Pete wasn’t sure if she could tell how wildly aroused he was or if she was trying to soften whatever negative impact her reveal might have.</p><p>“It was Eric,” she said.</p><p>Pete groaned. “You fucked my best friend? You fucked my best man?”</p><p>“He fucked me, sweetheart,” she whispered.</p><p>He’d clearly fucked her so good that Miranda couldn’t help but think about it nearly nine years later. Eric had popped into her head when she was in desperate need of an orgasm. He wasn’t anywhere near their bedroom and he’d still found a way between Miranda’s legs when Pete couldn’t get the job done.</p><p>“He fucked me so good,” Miranda added.</p><p>For some reason, that put Pete over the top. He cried out and climaxed. He spilled his cum as an orgasm more powerful than most he’d had in recent years ripped through his body. He grunted and groaned and his entire midsection felt like it was tightening and releasing in that intensely pleasurable way that tends to accompany an exceptionally good orgasm.</p><p>“Holy shit,” Pete said afterwards.</p><p>“I know,” Miranda replied.</p><p>He looked down at the mess of cum on his stomach and felt a little bit proud of the exceptional volume he’d produced.</p><p>“Was all of that true?” Pete asked.</p><p>“Yes it was,” Miranda replied as she cuddled up with him.</p><p>Pete decided he wasn’t going to think about it again. He was going to enjoy the fact that he’d just had a great orgasm and his wife had experienced the climax she needed and let that be it. There was no point in pursuing it any further.</p><p>“We should do that again,” Miranda said.</p><p>Unwilling to disappoint his pregnant wife, Pete said, “I agree.”</p>