Katrina - Sex Stories

Katrina

She knew he wasn't thrilled. Katrina and Matt had ben married for nearly three years now and she was pregnant again. Once again, not his baby. Little Penelope was one and a half years old and she was joyful to have. But Matt wanted to have kids of his own with his wife. After all, nothing was medically wrong with him. Katrina just wouldn't let him. She preferred being impregnated by other men.In her mind, Matt was a good, decent, honest man. He was a great friend and a good listener. He was also a good provider and proving to be a wonderful father. But she never let him have her.

They had both vowed to wait until marriage before having sex. What Katrina didn't tell him though, is that she wouldn't be having sex with HIM once that happened. She was good at rubbing him off, at least up until the point he was about to cum, when she would suddenly let go and spoil his orgasm.

Matt was getting frustrated with his wife. Especially now that she was pregnant and would not allow him to see her in the nude at all anymore. When she changed her clothes, she would do it in the bathroom with the door closed, that same door was locked when she showered or would pee.

Tonight was especially frustrating because she was going on a date with Jerome, some black guy she met through a dating site.

"Apparently he's into pregnant girls,” she told Matt.

Her baby bump was showing pretty well at this point. She hadn't been on a date with another guy since she got pregnant to begin ...

... with. His name was Terance.When Katrina had found out she was pregnant by Terance, she had gotten all excited, jumping up and down and squealing like a little girl.

"We're going to have a baby,” she told Matt. Barely able to contain herself.

"I just knew he was going to get me pregnant,” she continued."He had such a big cock and sooo much cum came spilling out of me. And there was so much more inside. I wasn't sure all of it was ever going to come out. Luckily, Bree was there to suck the rest out."

"Bree was there?" Matt asked. Completely shocked. So much so, it took a moment for the devastation to hit him.

Bree was Katrina's best friend. They looked like twins. Same slender frame, medium height, perky breasts, and popping little asses. As if neither had aged since they were high school cheerleaders. The only difference was their hair color. Katrina was a slightly dirty blonde and Bree was a brunette, tinted dark red from a bottle.

Matt had always had a thing for Bree as well. He had fantasies about what it would be like to have both of them in bed together. The two of them were so close, even somewhat flirty with each other, that he even asked Katrina at one point in a joking way (in case she took it wrong), if perhaps after they were married for a while maybe they could have a little three-way with Bree.

"Ha, in your dreams buddy,” she laughed. "Bree is not that kind of girl. Plus, I'm not sure I'd even want to risk our friendship for something silly like ...