Meg had been tormenting me the entire day. Her newfound enjoyment of sending me salacious imagery seemed to make her nearly as horny as it did me. I had always been attracted to her physical traits and her creativity, and to see her combine them into photos and videos whose sole intention was to entice me - well, let's just say it was not my most productive workday.

A shot of her laying topless in my spot on the bed, her thong-clad ass mostly uncovered beneath our blankets as she woke up.

A video of her squeezing her tits as she rode my pillow, her bare pussy making a dark, wet stain on the corner of it.

A top-down shot of her on her knees in the shower, head tilted back and mouth open to the rainfall, framed perfectly by her tits and gorgeous ass.

A photo of her bursting out of one of her favorite pre-pregnancy dresses, her engorged breasts making mockery of the front lacing that used to ensure modesty.

She was killing me, and she knew it.

I had fished my cock out multiple times throughout the day, stroking myself to the edge before begging her to let me come into our bedroom and ravage her.

"Later, later", she kept insisting.

I sent her a photo of my hand wrapped around the base of my throbbing erection, captioned "You're not getting out of this".

"Nor do I want to"

I knew we had dinner plans that evening, our first proper, child-free date in longer than I cared to remember, but at the moment all I wanted was to get her home and have my way with her.

She has always had a penchant for keeping me waiting - some tactic she got from a self-help dating book before we met, unfortunately - so I had long-since adapted and found ways to occupy time while she gets ready. I was sitting at the piano, running through progressions, when she walked out of our bedroom promptly at the time we needed to leave to make our reservations. I was taken aback, but not displeased to hear her footsteps. When I turned to see her, my jaw dropped.

She was wearing the dress from her photo earlier. Apart from her bust, it still fit her amazingly - gently accentuating her barely-showing pregnancy, and hugging her ass in a way that tells you she's got it, but you're going to have to work hard for it. She had donned a small cardigan that buttoned up and concealed her buxom cleavage. She looked unreal.

As we settled into our booth at the sushi restaurant 30 minutes later, she slid in first and I sat beside her, perusing the menu. As the waitress left with our order, Meg's hand was on my inner thigh, and she unbuttoned the top couple of buttons on her cardigan, letting just a hint of cleavage poke out the top. Her fingers trailed lazily up my thigh beneath the table, and I quickly scanned the area to make sure we were as isolated as we had been when originally seated.

I turned to look her in the eye and told her "You have been driving me insane all day, and now this?", gripping her wrist as her fingers trailed perilously close to the boner straining against my dress pants. She bit her lip, trailing her finger down from her throat and dipping it into her cleavage while replying "I haven't the foggiest idea what you're talking about".

I leaned in and kissed her deeply. Every time she tried to pull away, I hooked my tongue behind her teeth and pulled her back in. This continued until I felt her rocking against the booth, needy for friction. Two can play that game, sweetheart.

Our waitress interrupted us with a staged cough before setting our drinks down on the table, and Meg turned bright red as she apologized and provided an update on our order.

We ate our meal a little faster than usual, and the waitress said "I would ask about dessert, but something tells me you two have plans", setting our check on the table with a smile and wishing us a good night.

By the time we got in the van, I already had Waze pulled up and was checking for the least patrolled route home. I do not condone speeding except in cases of emergency, and my cock had declared a state of emergency.

"It was so hot in there", she said, shedding her cardigan before we had left the parking lot. Her breasts pressed firmly against the criss-crossed lacing of her dress, exposing her down to the top of her baby bump. I jerked the steering wheel to avoid hitting the curb as the street light illuminated her body.

"Holy hell, Meg - what are you doing to me?"

She turned sideways in her seat, lifting her legs and angling her feet onto the dash towards me. I instinctively ran my hand from her ankle to mid-thigh, the highest place on her I could reach without compromising our safety. In my periphery, I watched her slide her dress slowly up her legs, each passing street light giving me a better view of the skin she was displaying for me. Only for me. It took all of my restraint to keep my eyes on the road. Then I heard her moan.

Her right hand was gently stroking her pussy through the fabric of her panties.

"Hey, eyes on the road, Mister!" she scolded playfully, followed by a low coo of pleasure.

"God, I'm wet. Have I ever told you you're a fantastic kisser?"

"Sweetie, you ain't seen nothing yet"

I angled the van off into a mostly vacant parking lot - occupied enough that we could hide, but empty enough that we shouldn't be seen. Perfect.

"What are you doing?!" she objected, sitting further up in her seat to observe our course. She couldn't hide the excitement in her voice. I nestled into the back of the lot, shut off the van and got out while she objected. Popping the rear lift gate, I lowered the back seat into the floor and spread the comforter we kept in the back in case of a winter emergency. Then I walked around to her door, opened it like a gentleman, and politely informed her:

"You have played with me enough for one day. Get in the back"

We had once had sex in the back seat of my beat up Grand Prix early on in our sexual relationship, and once in her back yard. Apart from that, we had never fooled around in anything resembling public, and the taboo novelty of it had my pulse pounding in my ears as I led her by hand to the back, helped her crawl in, then shut the lift gate behind us.

The latch hadn't fully clicked into place before our lips were locked in a kiss that belied the sexual tension we had built throughout the course of the day. She crawled onto my lap and began grinding into me, lifting her dress and letting it fall around me as she rolled her hips and pressed her pussy against my erection.

"Take these off", I broke the kiss and tugged at her panties, which she promptly removed. As she settled back into place, I loosened the lacing of her dress and peeled it from her shoulders, letting her tits spring free of their confines. She let out a mock gasp of outrage, but I was already on the move. I latched on to her nipple and her laugh turned quickly to a groan as she wrapped her arms around my neck and began grinding again.

I grabbed her ass and lifted her from my crotch, detouring her ride to completion momentarily to slide my body down further on the floor of the van until my head was on the floor. I hooked my arms beneath her thighs and kept sliding until my face hovered where my groin had just been. She peeled her dress off over her head, fully naked in the rear of our van now, and looked down at me with lust tracing every feature.

I grabbed her thighs and pulled her pussy to my mouth, just close enough to trail my tongue from bottom to top. Another pass, another low growl from her. By the third pass, she was actively trying to lower herself onto my mouth, and I rewarded her by latching onto her clit and sucking without mercy. She cried out before stifling her own mouth with her hand. "Oh fuck, babe", as her hands shot to the side window and rear windshield to steady herself. I lapped at her slit before reattaching to her clit, sucking it into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. My hands worked there way back around to her front, gripping her tits tightly as I coaxed her towards release.

She achieved it in record time. Within a minute, she was fully seated on my face, grinding into me with no thought for anything besides the pleasure coursing through her. Her thighs clenched tightly around my ears, and I felt nothing but the warmth of her pussy and legs as she bucked, again and again. I wasn't breathing, and for a moment wondered if I ever would again. Oh well, we all have to die sometime - what a way to go.

At last, she released my head and said "Oh God, I'm so sorry, are you okay?!" as I panted for oxygen and slid myself back up into a seated position beneath her. She leaned in to kiss me, her juices coating my beard, and my cock strained harder against her bare pussy through my pants.

"Oh my, someone needs attention." she said, stroking my cock like a pet. Then she uttered one of my favorite phrases she has ever spoken:

"How do you want me?"