Boss’s Beach-Bang : Pregnant Lust 12 (Audiobook)

“Besides,” I said, rolling my tongue over my teeth and feeling naughty myself, “it looks like I’m not the only one who’s turned on.”

He looked down at his shorts and so did Sheila.

“Ooooh, Brian,” she cooed, knocking gently at the rod that was sticking out in his swim-shorts.

I giggled, happier now that it was his turn to blush.  “Damn, Sheila.  You’re a lucky girl.”

“Oh, I know,” she breezed, patting him again.

He knelt over her with his fists on his hips and a strange smirk on his face.  I think he was truly proud of what he had to show and from what I could make out he had every reason to be.

Suddenly I felt the deep pang of lust strike me like a freight-train.  It shimmered through my body and I felt tight with excitement.  I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths, being already familiar with the unannounced horniness that would grip me from time-to-time.

“You okay, Chelsea?” my boss asked, and he and Sheila both looked to me.

I pursed my lips and tried to calm myself.  “Just a little flustered,” I said.

“His cock will do that to you,” she teased.

“I think I’m gonna get out of this wet swimsuit,” I said.

“Be my guest,” he smirked.

“Brian!” she scaled, slapping his knee playfully.  “Turn away.”

He turned his head to face the wind-breaker and Sheila nodded for me to continue.  I noticed that she made no effort to afford me the same privacy.

I slid the garment off my shoulder and out of the corner of my eye I saw her hand find its way to his shorts.  She started to stroke along his stiffness as I undressed, her eyes fixed on me as though she had a hidden lust of her own.

“Good girl,” she said slowly as I started to down the garment.

I realized suddenly that I was undressing just for her and the thought of my boss’s wife being interested in my naked body was certainly conflicting.

My big tits came out from my swimsuit and she swooned, causing Mr. Davenport’s head to turn quickly to see what all the fuss was about.

“Damn,” he hushed, and we both shot him a look.

“You shouldn’t be looking,” she said.  “But I agree.  Damn!”

I blushed from the excitement and the embarrassment of it all.

“They look so … ripe,” he said, and his wife’s hand was still steadily rubbing over his thickness.

“Keep going,” she said, nodding to me.