<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=his%20pregnant%20wife%20wants">Click here</a> to read the first part of this story.</p><p><img data-media-id="73778289" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>Miranda stepped out of the closet in a sheer pink babydoll and posed in the doorway as Pete looked up from his iPad.</p><p>Her breasts looked magnificent and there was something irresistible about the way the sheer material followed the bulge of her pregnant belly and seemed to float just above her skin.</p><p>“Wow,” he said. “You look incredible, Miranda.”</p><p>“You really think so?” she asked.</p><p>Pete put his iPad on the nightstand and smiled. “Yes, really. You always look incredible, but this little number is particularly arousing. Is it new?”</p><p>“It is,” she said. “I bought it today, in fact.”</p><p>“What’s the occasion?”</p><p>“I felt bad about the other night,” Miranda admitted as she slowly sauntered across the bedroom. “There was no reason for me to make you feel like I did. I let my frustration get the best of me and I shouldn’t have.”</p><p>“It’s okay,” Pete said. “It really is. It was a little hard to hear, but you chose to date me all those years ago and you chose to marry me not that long after. You could have dated Eric. You could have married him. You didn’t. You picked me. That’s good enough for me.”</p><p>Miranda walked to Pete’s side of the bed and untied his pajama pants. She worked them down as he reached out to caress her pregnant belly through the wondrously soft chiffon of her babydoll.</p><p>“You’re a wonderful husband, Pete, and you always have been. Even if you’re okay with what happened, I shouldn’t have said any of that. I shouldn’t have brought it up in the first place,” Miranda explained as she pulled his pajama pants off, tossed them onto the floor, and ran her fingers up the leg of his boxer shorts.</p><p>Miranda found his cock and stroked him slowly, bringing Pete to an erect state, which seemed to be her goal.</p><p>“You don’t have to feel guilty,” Pete said, “But if this is the result of a little guilt on your part, I’m not going to complain.”</p><p>She pulled his underwear off and tossed them aside before gingerly climbing into the bed and straddling Pete.</p><p>“I want to make you cum,” Miranda said as she reached down, pulled aside the little pink panties that covered her pussy, and grasped Pete’s cock. “I want you to enjoy my pussy for as long as you like. How does that sound?”</p><p>“That sounds incredible,” Pete answered.</p><p>Miranda smiled and took Pete inside her. She sat down slowly and he felt that beautiful warmth and wetness that he loved so much.</p><p>“How does that feel?” she asked.</p><p>Pete groaned as Miranda moved her hips back and forth, working his cock with her wetness. “It feels perfect.”</p><p>“Yeah? Do you like your wife’s pussy?” she asked.</p><p>Pete reached up to play with Miranda’s breasts in the babydoll. He ran his fingers over her nipples and caressed her flesh through the impossibly soft chiffon, bringing a smile to her face.</p><p>“I love your pussy,” Pete said.</p><p>He wanted to ask if her pussy loved his cock. He thought about it. The words were on the tip of his tongue, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to unleash them. He couldn’t say it. Instead, he thought about Eric. He thought about another man fucking his wife. He’d had trouble thinking about anything else over the past few days.</p><p>Miranda rode him faster as Pete pushed thoughts of his best friend out of his head and concentrated on the pleasure of being buried inside his pregnant wife’s pussy. He watched her breasts bounce gently as she rode him. He thought of how good her pussy felt wrapped around his cock. He soaked up the pleasure of every little movement of her body.</p><p>Despite it all, Miranda’s words from a few nights before popped into his head. Despite her effort to apologize by fucking him, Pete couldn’t quite let it go. He couldn’t push Eric out of his head. It was the idea that Miranda needed to think about someone else to cum that really stuck with him. That was the part he couldn’t banish from his thoughts. That was also the thought he desperately wanted to make go away.</p><p>“Is everything okay?” Miranda asked as she placed her hands on Pete’s chest and leaned as far forward as her pregnant belly would allow.</p><p>“Yes, of course. This is so much better than okay,” Pete said.</p><p>“Are you sure? It looks like you’re somewhere else.”</p><p>Pete wanted to be able to let go. He wanted to be the kind of guy that could forget about what Miranda had said, but he couldn’t. It wasn’t that he was mad at her, either. He was a little embarrassed that he couldn’t make her cum and that thinking about his best friend had gotten her off, but that wasn’t the worst part.</p><p>The worst part was that Pete found it a little bit arousing. He’d found it arousing the night Miranda had given him a handjob. He’d found it arousing each time he’d thought about it since then. He wanted to fight that part. He didn’t want to get turned on thinking about someone else fucking his wife.</p><p>“I’m sorry,” Pete said. “This is so wonderful. It really is. You look so beautiful and you feel so good and I love that you’re doing this.”</p><p>“Is something wrong?” Miranda asked.</p><p>“Sort of,” Pete said. It felt like a strange topic to broach while he was inside his wife, but there was no point in waiting. “I just keep thinking about you and Eric. I know it was a long time ago and I know you didn’t cheat on me. It’s not that kind of thing. I’m not mad. I just keep thinking about it.”</p><p>Miranda studied his face for a moment and then moved her hips forward. She slid back swiftly, bathing Pete’s cock in her wetness as her pussy clamped down on him.</p><p>“Are you thinking about it right now?” she asked in a surprisingly sensual voice.</p><p>Pete nodded.</p><p>“I rode him like this, you know,” she said.</p><p>Pete unleashed an uncontrolled moan as his body responded to his wife’s confession with pure lust.</p><p>“I had my hands on his chest and I rode his cock as he played with my tits,” she continued. “Play with my tits, Pete. Reach up and play with them like he did.”</p><p>Pete reached up without thinking. He grasped his wife’s breasts and played with them. He ran his fingers over her nipples and squeezed her wondrously swollen flesh.</p><p>“My first orgasm that night came on top,” Miranda said as she closed her eyes. She rode Pete faster, rubbing her clit over his pelvic area as her pussy milked him. “I came so hard my legs trembled. It felt so good, and it was just the first orgasm.”</p><p>“How many times did you cum?” Pete asked.</p><p>Miranda opened her eyes, looked at Pete, and smiled before saying, “Your friend made me cum three times that night and once more the next morning. He gave me four fantastic orgasms in less than twelve hours.”</p><p>Pete played with his wife’s tits and stared into her eyes. He saw wild passion in them and he knew she was thinking about Eric. He knew he’d led her to this place. His words had guided her thoughts. It turned him on, though. The sex they were having felt hotter than any they’d had in years and only one thing had changed.</p><p>“Are you thinking about him?” Pete asked.</p><p>“Is that what you want?” Miranda replied.</p><p>Pete nodded.</p><p>“I’m thinking about him, Pete. I’m thinking about Eric. I’m thinking about fucking him all those years ago. I can still picture it. I can still feel it.”</p><p>“Is it good?” Pete asked.</p><p>“He fucked me so good,” Miranda said as she threw her head back. “He fucked me so good, baby. He fucked me so fucking good!”</p><p>Pete couldn’t hold back. He wasn’t sure if Miranda was close to cumming, but it was too much for him. He came inside her. He closed his eyes and came in his pregnant wife’s pussy.</p><p>“Fuck!” he cried out as a kind of pleasure he hadn’t experienced in a long time ripped through his body.</p><p>When he opened his eyes again Miranda was smiling at him. “That seemed like a good orgasm. Was that a good orgasm?”</p><p>“It was great,” Pete said, though he was hit with a wave of post-orgasmic regret. He’d taken things to a weird place. He’d had an orgasm while thinking about his wife fucking someone else. It seemed unwise at best and stupendously dumb at worst.</p><p>“Would it be okay if I masturbated?” Miranda asked.</p><p>“Of course,” Pete replied. Despite his sense of regret he wasn’t going to deny his wife a chance at the orgasm she deserved.</p><p>Miranda lifted her pussy off of Pete’s cock, pulled her panties over it to catch his cum, and slipped a hand in them to masturbate.</p><p>“Play with my tits,” she said.</p><p>Pete reached up to do as his wife desired as he watched her fingers dance over her clit. She closed her eyes and moaned beautifully. He was absolutely certain she was thinking about Eric, but he didn’t ask. He let her cum as she desired. He let his wife have what she needed and her orgasm came about with surprising speed.</p><p>“Was that good?” he asked after Miranda opened her eyes once more.</p><p>“It was,” she said. “Will you cuddle with me?”</p><p>She climbed off of Pete and rolled onto her side. He moved into the big spoon position and ran his hand over her pregnant belly.</p><p>“Thank you for the orgasm,” he said. “It was incredible.”</p><p>“It was my pleasure,” Miranda replied.</p><p><br></p><p>“Hey man,” Pete said as he embraced his best friend. “It’s good to see you.”</p><p>Eric held him tight for a moment and said, “It’s good to see you too.”</p><p>They sat across from each other at the outdoor café table and Eric flashed a big smile. “So, how’s the expectant father?”</p><p>“Not bad,” Pete said as he tried to figure out how to get into the conversation he wanted to have with his best friend. “We haven’t had any complications with the pregnancy and the hormone fluctuations seem to have smoothed out, which is nice.”</p><p>“Good to hear,” Eric said. “If there’s anything I can do, just let me know. I know cribs can be a huge pain in the ass to put together and I’m pretty hand with that sort of stuff.”</p><p>Eric had opened the door and Pete decided to step through it. There was no point in waiting to have what would almost certainly be an awkward conversation.</p><p>Pete sipped his coffee, took a deep breath, and said, “Well, there is one thing you can do.”</p><p>“Anything, man. You just have to ask,” Eric replied.</p><p>Pete looked at his best friend and wondered if he was about to do something completely and utterly insane. The answer was a resounding ‘yes.’ Of course it was insane. He was going to do it, though.</p><p>“You can fuck my wife again,” Pete said.</p><p>Eric spit up the little bit of coffee he had in his mouth, put his cup on the table, and put his hands up. “Whoa, Pete, I’m not having an affair with Miranda. I promise.”</p><p>Pete smiled at the sense of panic on Eric’s face. “I know you’re not. I’m not accusing you of that. Sorry, I should probably explain.”</p><p>Eric sat back, though he clearly wasn’t relaxed.</p><p>“Two weeks ago Miranda hit a place in her pregnancy where, for whatever reason, sex wasn’t getting her off anymore. It hadn’t been a problem until then, and then all of a sudden she just couldn’t cum,” Pete explained as the look on Eric’s face softened. “Then she hits on a fantasy, masturbates, and has the orgasm she needed, or close to it.”</p><p>“Okay,” Eric said.</p><p>“What she’s fantasizing about – what she’s been fantasizing about for the past two weeks – is the time she had sex with you,” Pete explained. “Except now it seems like it’s not working anymore. That’s why I want her to have the real thing. That’s why I want you to fuck my wife.”</p><p>“You can’t be serious,” Eric said. “I mean, you can’t be serious. This is crazy, Pete. This is some kind of prank, right?”</p><p>“I know it’s crazy. Believe me, I know. Miranda doesn’t even know I’m here and she might be furious with me for meeting with you. I want to make her happy, though. I want to give my wife what she needs, and what she needs right now is for you to fuck her. It might not happen more than once. She might not want it to happen at all. She might absolutely love it, though, and that’s what I want for her. I just want you to fuck her. I want you to give her what you gave her all those years ago.”</p><p>“You want me to have sex with your wife?” Eric asked.</p><p>“If you’re up for it. I know it’s asking a lot. I know pregnant women aren’t for everyone. Hell, it’s possible Miranda will be furious at me for making this suggestion and this whole thing will blow up in my face, but I don’t think she will. I think she’ll go for it. I think she’ll enjoy herself with you and that will be the end of it,” Pete reasoned.</p><p>Pete’s heart pounded as he stared at his friend. It was partially because he was making a truly insane suggestion that might ruin their friendship. There was also the arousal. He’d gotten to a place where he found it genuinely exciting to think about Eric having sex with Miranda. He knew it was insane and yet the thoughts wouldn’t go away. He wanted it to happen. That’s why he was talking to Eric about it. He was being a little selfish.</p><p>“Miranda’s beautiful, Pete,” Eric said. “She’s always been beautiful and she’s clearly the kind of pregnant woman that glows in that irresistible way.”</p><p>“So you’ll do it,” Pete said.</p><p>“You really want this? You really want me to have sex with your wife?” Eric asked.</p><p>Pete nodded.</p><p>“What would this involve?” Eric asked. “Would it be at your place? Would you be in the house? Would we go on a date?”</p><p>“Honestly, I think it would be up to Miranda,” Pete said. “The whole point is to give her what she wants, so it should really be whatever she needs it to be.”</p><p>Eric stared at Pete for a moment, leaned forward, and said, “Pete, are you absolutely certain about this? It seems insane.”</p><p>Pete smiled and said, “Did you enjoy fucking my wife?”</p><p>Eric paused, studied Pete’s face, and said, “Yes. I’ve always been jealous of you, if I’m being honest. Miranda was incredible in bed. It was just one night, but she was incredible. She was sexy, passionate, and more imaginative than most women.”</p><p>Pete wondered what his friend meant by ‘imaginative,’ but it didn’t seem like the right time to ask. Instead, he did his best to not get an erection at the table. He was unquestionably turned on and the notion that Eric had found great joy in fucking Miranda actually made it hotter.</p><p>“It probably won’t be the same now that she’s pregnant, but I also think you’ll enjoy yourself. I mean, that’s the whole point of sex, right? You have a good time. You have an orgasm. I know it’s weird to be doing it with my wife, but don’t think of it that way. Think of it as doing a favor for a friend,” Pete said.</p><p>Eric sat back and smiled. “Okay Pete. Talk to Miranda. If she thinks of it as being a favor for a friend, if she’s even remotely interested, I’m pretty sure I’m on board.”</p><p>Pete sipped his coffee and set his mind to figuring out how to convince Miranda that fucking Eric again was the solution to her ever-increasing sexual frustration.</p>