Mummy & Daddy’s Naughty Diary (Erotica)

Up until that evening, Ethan thought he had a pretty good handle on his life. He finally had the house, the pool, a decent job, and he had Katie. What more could life throw at him?

Apparently there was plenty.

But out of all the highly unlikely, nearly impossible situations he could’ve found himself in — high speed pursuit, bitten by a radioactive spider, alien abduction — the very last thing he would’ve imagined would be an offer from his wife to have sex with their mutual best friend.

Who was also very pregnant.

Still, he was embarrassed to admit, he hadn’t needed much convincing from Katie.

Now here he was, standing on Annie’s doorstep in the orange glow of the evening sunset, willing himself to knock.

Was this some sort of trap? A test? Had he already fucked up by agreeing?

No. Katie doesn’t do that sort of thing. She actually always had a wild side. Was something like this really outside of the realm of possibility?

And did Annie really want this, too?

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That they could do whatever they wanted.

After Ethan managed to collect himself enough to get ready, Katie had smacked the condom out of his hand.

“You won’t need that,” she said.

Ethan’s heart pounded against his chest. This couldn’t be real. He must’ve hit his head diving into the pool.

Annie opened the door before he could knock. She immediately looked to the floor. He looked away, too.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi.”

They stood that way for a long moment.

“Do you want to… come in?” Annie asked.

“Yes, I’ll come inside.” He quickly added, as Annie’s face went bright red, “the house! I’ll come inside the house with you!”

She led him beyond the foyer into the living room where they sat on the couch. It was cozy, inviting.

It really was a great house. Ethan never liked Jake, but Jake had done well for himself. It was probably because he was fucking a higher-up at his job, or so Katie told him in confidence one day.

How could someone just abandon their spouse and unborn child like that? It was unthinkable.

“Can I… get you anything?” she asked.

“No, thanks. You should be taking it easy, anyway.”

Annie managed a sweet smile at this.

“You’ve always been so nice to me,” she said.

Another awkward silence followed.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Ethan offered, scratching the back of his neck.

“Oh! No!” Annie started. “I mean, if you don’t want to do it, then… it’s okay, really!”

“Well, Katie is okay with it, so…” Ethan trailed off.

Annie looked at him.

“Are you okay with it?” she asked.

She was wearing a loose-fitting dress that looked quite comfortable withnher bump. It was low cut, or rather appeared to be low cut due to her large breasts, which pressed supply together, nearly bursting from the soft cups. The skirt stopped mid-thigh, and he was able to see her fantastic legs as she curled up on the couch beside him.

Annie was beautiful. How could he not have seen that before? He had been so focused, so in love with Katie, he just wasn’t the type of guy to look that way at other women.

Annie had done up her hair, the brown locks flowing to her shoulders, framing her little face, her amber eyes that drank him in.

“Yeah,” he whispered.

Annie blinked, gazing at him.

“Okay,” she whispered back.

“Should we just…?” Ethan asked, nodding toward the stairs.

Annie smiled, stood from the couch.

“Come up in five minutes, okay?”

Ethan swallowed, his throat dry.

He watched her go. She had just a little bit of an awkward, adorable waddle as she navigated her bump around the couch and up the stairs.

He managed to catch a peek of her panties beneath the hem of her skirt as she cleared the landing and disappeared upstairs.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as he waited. He kept checking his phone, taking a deep breath, checking again.

At last, he got a text before the five minutes were up:

ANNIE: I’m ready

Ethan stared at the text for a long minute, took a deep breath, then went upstairs.

The hallway light was dimmed, and the door to the master bedroom opened just a crack. He called her name softly, pushing open the door to a dark room.

“I’m… here…” Annie called nervously.

“I can’t see anything,” Ethan said, laughing awkwardly as he shut the door behind him. “Is it okay if I turn on a li–?”

“No!” Annie squeaked, her voice lowering to an embarrassed hush. “No, please. I don’t look very attractive right now.” She managed a stiff laugh.

Ethan stepped forward gingerly, groping into the darkness.

“Don’t be silly,” he said. “You’re beau–”

His knee hit the side of the bed. He sat down, hearing the subtle shifting of sheets.

For a moment, only their breathing could be heard.

“Do you want me to touch you now?” Ethan asked, his throat still dry.

Annie took a deep breath in the dark.

“Y-yes.”

Slowly, Ethan edged his hand across the soft sheets until he felt her ankle. She tensed suddenly at his touch. He stopped.

“If you want me to stop, just say the word,” Ethan said gently.

Annie took another deep breath.

“Keep going.”

Ethan let his fingertips glide slowly from her ankle, up her shin, to rest on her knee. She was laying on her back, her knees raised into the air. He stopped, waiting there.

“I-it’s okay,” she reassured him. It sounded like she was saying it to herself too.

Ethan let his hand slide down her thigh. Where he expected to meet the skirt of her dress, there was nothing. His hand grazed her bump, came to rest on her hip. She trembled ever so slightly.

Annie was laying on the bed beside him, in the darkness, completely naked.

Her body was so soft and smooth, and extremely warm. It felt as though she were almost burning up at his touch.

Ethan only then realized how painfully swollen his cock had become, straining against his pants.

“What would you like me to do?” he asked softly in the dark.

Annie caught her breath.

“Touch me… there…” she asked.

Ethan swallowed, let his hand slip from her hip, across her thigh, where he met a soft patch of pubic hair. He continued until he felt the aching heat of her lips.

Annie was wet.

Soaking wet.

As his fingers met her pussy, Annie exhaled sharply.

He began to massage her labia, her legs softly spasming each time he brushed near her sensitive clit.

Ethan’s cock jumped again. His breathing quickened alongside hers.

“Sorry I couldn’t–mmm–sh-shave first,” Annie said, her legs still jerking as he continued. “Katie of–ahh–offered to, but I told her it was okay. I hope you d-don’t mind.”

Ethan shook his head in the dark, letting his fingers comb her hairy mound.

“Not at all,” he reassured. He liked the natural feel.

He let a finger enter her. Her feet pressed against the bed, lifting her butt up slightly as he buried it to the knuckle, sliding in with little resistance.

He curled his finger upward inside of her, and began to massage in a “come here” motion.

The sheets rustled as though she were clutching them so hard, pulling at them, unable to control herself.

Katie was right. Annie needed this badly.

“It must’ve been so hard to be like this without any help,” Ethan said, still fingering her. With his free hand, he began to squeeze his bulge through his pants.

“Yes!” Annie sighed. “It’s been awful!”

Ethan let his finger slide slowly from her. Annie let her knees fall, then rise again, craving more.

“Can I take my clothes off?” he asked.

Annie shuddered.

“Yes.”

Ethan stood from the bed, took off his shirt, his belt.

Pulling down his pants and boxers together, his erection sprung free from the waistband.

“Do you want me to put it in?” he asked.

“Not yet,” Annie said. “I want it in my mouth first. I miss the real thing.”

Ethan blushed. He’d never heard Annie talk like this before. While Katie was the wild firecracker in his life, Annie had always seemed so reserved and shy. Tonight, it was as though she was revealing a whole new version of herself to him.

He moved to stand beside the head of the bed. His eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness, and he saw the vague shape of Annie as she awkwardly repositioned to her side, moved closer to him.

A beat passed, then her fingertips found the head of his cock in the dark. He exhaled as she gripped him gently.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered to herself, her fingers exploring his shaft. “You’re… big.”

Ethan looked down, surprised.

“I am?”

More rustling, then he felt her hot breath at the head of his cock. His heart skipped a beat.

“You’re so much bigger than my ex,” she said, and kissed the tip. “I knew it.”