Pregnant Teacher Telling About Her Anal Sex

Pregnant Teacher Telling About Her Anal Sex


I am a happily married, 28-year-old woman. I have only been married to my husband for one year, but we have been together for almost ten years. When we first met in college, I was a wild and adventurous girl. I am tall and lean, with fair Scandinavian skin and dark black hair. I have long, dark eyelashes and brown freckles that decorate my nose and cheeks. I was always the life of the party, shamelessly flirting with every frat guy I met and having the time of my life, night after night.

Now, ten years later, my life has calmed down quite a bit. I am an elementary school teacher who lives a quiet, content life in a small town. My husband is a very kind and intelligent man, who works in an office and has never, failed to make me feel safe and loved. About a month ago, we found out I was pregnant with our first child. My husband and I were both overjoyed, as we have always wanted to have a family. However, the news did change one thing for the worse.

Now that I'm pregnant, my husband treats me like a delicate flower that cannot be touched or played with for fear that it will break. I am only four weeks pregnant (not showing at all, except for my enlarged breasts). Yet my husband has not shown any sexual desire for me. He simply wants to pamper me with massages and warm baths. I know I shouldn't be complaining, but what I really want right now is for him to show me that he still desires me sexually. Which is the one thing that he isn't doing?

After school today, I went about my usual end-of-the-day business: checking my e-mail and responding to parents' messages, getting my lessons ready for tomorrow's classes, and making photocopies of student worksheets. The photocopier is located in the media center, just down the hall from my classroom. Our school's media specialist is tall, sexy man named Lars. In his late thirties, Lars has always exuded a kind of nerdy-meets-lumberjack sexiness that I cannot ignore. He's about 6 foot 2 inches, with dark hair and a thick beard. He wears square, tortoise-shell glasses and a shirt and tie every day. He loves to read, yet drives a motorcycle to work every day. He is the true embodiment of the "literary badass." For the last few years, Lars and I have shared in a mild flirtation, joking about the ridiculous things our students say and complaining about administration. Ever since I got married, though, Lars and I have seemed even more connected. It’s as if he and I both know that the ring on my finger forbids us from ever being together, which makes it even more desirable.

Today when I walked into the media center, Lars was making copies and looked up at me as I opened the door. I was wearing a white silk camisole, tucked in to a red pencil skirt that hugged my hips and went down to my knees. I had on a pink cardigan, buttoned up to the top, and a pearl necklace. As an elementary school teacher, it is never appropriate to show cleavage or thigh in school, but there are no rules about how tight my clothes are allowed to be. So ever since I began developing my "pregnancy curves," I figured I might as well flaunt them! Soon enough I would be too big to even fit into these clothes. Lars's eyes looked me up and down, pausing momentarily at my breasts. I had grown almost a full cup size since becoming pregnant, which meant they were beginning to overflow my bra and stretch taut the front of my cardigan. The buttons were even beginning to gap.

"Wow," Lars said slowly. "You look beautiful today. Did you do something different?" Of course, I hadn't told anyone at work about my pregnancy yet. Lars's eyes were still lingering on my bosom.

"Oh not really, it's just a new sweater," I lied. I looked down shyly, because I was suddenly feeling an intense desire to be closer to him. Not having had an orgasm in nearly a month, my body seemed to be falling subject to instinctive desires (not worrying about my husband, who would be arriving home soon to start making dinner). Without thinking, I walked up to Lars and put a hand on his arm. I rubbed it gently and said, "But thank you for noticing." I gave him my sweetest, elementary teacher smile and looked straight into his beautiful eyes. He stared back at me for a moment, neither of us moving. I'm sure he was trying to figure out what to think - is she coming on to me? Does this mean something? Then he said,

"You look like you have something on your mind... is everything ok?" My god, he could read me like a book. He was staring me straight in the eye, and was able to ask me the one question that my husband hadn't come up with for an entire month.

"Just a little preoccupied... stuff at home. You know how it goes." I knew I was being vague and unhelpful, but I figured he did understand. Lars was also married, and already had two children. If anyone could understand the ups and downs of marriage, it would be Lars.

"Look, I know it's against the rules and everything, but I have a bottle of Irish whiskey in my desk. Would you like 'day cap' before you head home?" he said with a smile. I laughed at his mild joke, and nodded my head.

Inside his office, we laughed and talked about our days. I pretended to drink my whiskey while he impersonated our principal and shared gossip about the other teachers. When he wasn't looking, I poured my whiskey into the garbage. I knew it wasn't safe or healthy to drink alcohol while pregnant, but I wasn't ready to tell him why I wasn't drinking. As we talked, Lars had four or five shots. The mood was becoming lighter; I was feeling more comfortable with him than I ever had before. There was something about his demeanor that made him so easy to trust. He was funny, yet kind. He was smart, yet humble. When he talked to me, his eyes never left mine. I was starting to feel butterflies in my stomach, and my skin was feeling warm. I figured if I was going to share anything real or personal with him, this would be the time.

"Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" I played with my empty shot glass, coyly looking up at him from where I was sitting across his office. He laughed and gave a little hiccup, clearly showing his growing intoxication.

"Of course not what do you want to know?" he asked, smiling. I giggled, trying to pretend to be as tipsy as him.

"Umm..." I said slowly, "How often do you and your wife have sex?" Lars looked surprised and even coughed suddenly. "I only ask because I know that you're married, and have children, and I'm wondering if it's normal for sex to dwindle after marriage." Lars stopped smiling and looked intensely into my eyes.

"Yes, a bit," he admitted. "Having two kids, my wife doesn't have a lot of time to devote to me or our sex life. She's a wonderful mother, but we haven't connected in quite a while. I guess it's hard to feel sexy when you're covered in baby spit-up all day." He chuckled, but there was a hint of sadness behind his laugh. "Why?" he asked. "Has something changed between you and your husband?" I looked down at my wedding ring and began to play with it.

"Well, sort of..." I said. "My husband hasn't touched me in about a month. But that's normal right?" I asked, suddenly looking for validation.

"Maybe for some people..." he said, thoughtfully. Then he moved his chair closer to mine, set our shot glasses down on the desk, and took both of my hands in his. "But if I were coming home to you every day," he said, staring into my eyes, "I would never be able to keep my hands off of you." He said the words with such sincerity that I found myself utterly speechless (which is a rare thing for a teacher). Before I could think, I reached one hand up, grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulled him towards me, and kissed him so passionately that I thought I might actually hurt him! He reached one arm around my back and the other under my legs, scooping me up into his arms. With our lips still locked, he carried me across the room and set me on his desk. I leaned back, bracing myself with my hands behind me. He leaned over me and aggressively started taking off his shirt and tie, while never letting his lips leave mine. I ran my hands over his shoulders, arms, and chest.

His muscles were incredible... chiseled and hairy, in a sexy, masculine way. He then began undoing the buttons on my cardigan, pulling it off of me and tugging my camisole over my head. Once I was in just my skirt and bra, he stepped back to look at me. I was wearing a nude-colored lace bra, which could barely contain my swollen breasts. My cleavage spilled over the top generously, creating a sight that he couldn't take his eyes away from. We were quiet for a moment, as he simply stared at me. And then, without saying anything, he buried his face into my cleavage and began kissing and sucking on my breasts. I arched my back and moaned with pleasure. He reached around my back, unhooked my bra, and let it fall to the floor. He took one of my hard nipples in his mouth and began sucking hungrily on it. I reveled in the feeling of being wanted. Lars's lust for me was making me feel more confident by the second. However, I also knew that what we were doing was breaking two sets of marriage vows. I could only let this be a one-time thing. It was now, and never again.

To be continue

By nutbuster