Hotwife Kelly Bundle

by R. C. Curtis

  Even more than I knew.

  We kissed for a while, and I played with her breasts, and ran my hands over her still taunt belly, and I felt her hand slip down and caress my cock. She moved down to take it in her mouth, but I stopped her and pushed her back on the bed and opened her thighs, moving between her legs with my cock erect.

  She started to cry.

  I didn’t know what to do.

  “Will you hate me?” she said tearfully.

  “Hate you for what?” I answered.

  “Can you wear a condom? Baby I’ll suck you off.”

  She wanted to know for certain if the baby was Dwane’s. We didn’t even know if she was pregnant but if she was, she wanted to know.

  I laid back, my erection quickly flagging.

  We were silent. She sobbed softly.

  “Has he called you?” I asked.

  “Two days ago,” she answered.

  “Are you seeing him again?”

  She hesitated. “I don’t know. He didn’t ask.”

  I could only imagine her pain. “But you don’t like him.”

  She sniffed and smiled all at the same time. “He’s an asshole.”

  “So why do you care?”

  Kelly was quiet for a long, heavy moment. “He wanted me. He wanted me a lot. And now he doesn’t.”

  I pulled her close. “I want you babe. I want you a lot. But I am done wearing condoms.”

  She nodded. “Can I suck you?”

  I looked at her.

  “You’re still crying.”

  She looked at me sadly. “You always said I was pretty when I cried.”

  Damn she was pretty. Her naked body drove me crazy, day after day, year after year. I rested a hand on her cheek. “Baby I want to fuck you hard. I want to fuck you until you beg me to stop. Let’s see if you are pregnant first. I can wait until then.”

  She nodded.

  Good intentions.

  I lasted three days, and then I let her give me a blowjob. I came hard in her mouth, and she was so happy afterwards. It felt good to see her smile. You marry a girl you know is a slut, you take the good with the bad. This was the bad.

  Dwane hadn’t called again.

  Kelly was pretty broke up. She would cry on and off, but she tried to hide it from me. She was crying because another guy broke her heart, and that’s not something you can ask your husband to help you with.

  You play with fire, sometimes it burns. But you still don’t stop playing with fire. I felt sad seeing how hurt Kelly was, but I couldn’t fix it. I loved her, but she wanted Dwane right now, and I couldn’t give her that. But I could hold her when she sobbed.

  And I manned up and fucked her. With a condom. Fuck it, if my girl needs to fuck to feel better, then I am going to fuck her. I would look down at her and glance at her belly and wonder if there was a baby in there. His baby.

  Kelly usually just closed her eyes and fucked. If I fucked her a long time eventually she would bliss out and start to gabble. Once she called me Dwane, but I don’t think she noticed. Otherwise she seemed happy with me inside her. I would go down on her to make her cum, which she did consistently. But she couldn’t come from fucking right now. I don’t know why.

  I don’t know if what they had died with a bang or a whimper. She and Dwane had a blisteringly intense fuck, for the sole purpose of making her pregnant. So that would have been a bang. But now, he just let her dangle. Each day the neglect made her more and more certain that they were done.

  Oddly, they weren’t a couple nor did they want to be. But Kelly doesn’t cope well with being unwanted. She is used to men wanting her. That is the natural order of things.

  Friday we found out she was pregnant.

  I don’t know what insecurities live in the mind of a pregnant woman, but I am pretty sure Kelly had a double dose of every single one of them.

  She’d called Dwane but he asked her not to call him again.

  So that was done.

  It took two weeks before Kelly began to believe I wasn’t going to leave her.

  I told her so many times that I loved her and that I would never leave her. I meant it too. At least, I meant it when I said it. I laid awake at night wondering. I mean, your wife is pregnant with another guy’s baby? And everyone will know it isn’t mine? You take a good long look at your soul on those nights.

  I looked at my soul and didn’t like what I saw. I’d always loved Kelly, no questions asked. She got pregnant on purpose with another guy. Fine. She’s still my Kelly. This is where we go next. My Kelly. Her child. Our child. That would take some getting used to, but I was OK with that. Actually pretty happy overall.

  It took two months for her libido to come back. I mean, this is a girl who likes to fuck and come at least once a day, and often twice. But pregnancy and everything else took a toll. She was pretty sick each day with the hormones and everything. But she finally started to get real playful, even if she did think I was going to maybe leave her. Two months later she would ask me if I still loved her. I felt bad for her, but when her libido suddenly kicked back in, instead of a blowjob or and admittedly luxurious handjob, Kelly wanted me to fuck her.

  I was ready too.

  And fuck condoms.

  This was the first time I’d fucked her since she became pregnant. Her belly looked pretty flat still, although her breasts had swelled. But to look at her you’d never know she was pregnant.

  I entered her gently, rubbing her belly as I did. There was magic happening under that smooth skin, and I wasn’t about to mess with it. I wanted her to feel her baby was welcome too. Of course, even then I thought of it as her baby, not our baby.

  I slid into her easily, and we kissed and moved against each other slowly.

  “Can I tell you something?” asked Kelly.

  My cock jumped. I felt that little kick in the groin, that surge of lust when Kelly asks that question. Usually she’s just playing with my cock when she does. When she says it when we are fucking, it means she’s done something that she thinks is erotic, but also vulnerable, and she wants to be fully connected with me when she brings it up. And it is always sexy. Even if it is something that would have upset me, if she tells me when we are fucking, it is so sexy. I’m Pavlovian now in how I respond to that phrase. Eventually, as she keeps doing it, I’ll probably come from those words alone.

  “Of course,” I said. I slowed to a very deliberate movement inside her, to let her talk easily.

  “Yesterday, when I went shopping,” she began slowly.

  Our bodies were entwined, moving gently. She had one leg wrapped around my thighs, the other straight down the bed. I looked down at her, supported by my elbows. She had her hands beside her head, as if she was surrendering. She does that often.

  “Yes?”

  “There was a couple in the grocery store too.” Kelly timed her words to her breathing, to our gentle fucking of each other. “She was very pregnant. I think she was going to pop any day now.”

  “That’s sweet.”

  Kelly nodded. “It was.”

  I nudged my cock inside her, just to let her know I was still there.

  “They were going the same direction as I was, except we’d started on different aisles, so we kept running into each other.”

  I nodded now. “Yes,”

  Kelly sighed. “Am I a bad person?”

  My cock twinged again. “No baby,”

  Kelly continued. “She was so close to bursting. I mean, it may have been today. But he kept looking at me.”

  This was getting interesting.

  “The moment he looked at me I felt the heat. I knew he wanted me.”

  “I see.”

  “I moved away, but we kept running into each other. I think he was trying to hide it, but I could see it.”

  “Guys do that,” I said, rotating a little inside her because my cock needed a little more now.

  “Yeah,” she said. “She squirmed just a little. “Can guys tell if a girl is pregnant? Coul
d he sense it? I mean, he had his own wife there, his own baby. Why did he look at me?”

  I smiled. “Baby, how many guys have looked at you? Every man looks at you and forgets the other women in his life.”

  I meant it as a compliment, but Kelly recognized the truth in what I said.

  “Men see me respond don’t they?”

  Wow. That was point blank.

  “Yes. Yes they do. You don’t do well at hiding how much you savor masculinity.”

  Kelly nodded, “Could he tell at first glance?”

  I caressed her cheek. “Probably. Sometimes when I am out and around doing things I see women that I know, instantly, that they would give themselves to me.”

  Kelly seemed surprised. “You do?”

  “Yes, it’s hard to hide I think. Some women just give off signals.”

  The conversation shifted.

  “Do you want to fuck them?” asked Kelly.

  I smiled. “I like to fuck my girl. My girl is enough.”

  Kelly looked at me, and took that in. She seemed unconvinced.

  “Anyway, well ok, we ran into each other maybe five or six times, and then in the meat department, I’m right next to them when she tells him she has to go to the bathroom. She does, and then it’s just him and me there.”

  I could feel her agitation. This had really upset her.

  “And what happened?”

  “He asked me a question about the difference between tri-tip and flank steak.”

  I nodded. “Ok, yeah he was hitting on you.”

  Kelly continued. “He was, and I stood really close to him, and told him about the difference. He seemed to already know.”

  “And then what?”

  Kelly stretched her legs out, relieving some tension. “I was almost touching him, we were so close together and I could see in his eyes he wanted to take me out to his car and fuck me.”

  My cock ached inside her belly.

  “And?”

  “Well of course we couldn’t.”

  “Of course. But you wanted to?”

  Kelly seemed a little unmoored. “Part of me. I mean, he wanted me, and I could steal him away from his woman who was carrying his baby. It was wicked and hot and so wrong.”

  “What did you do?”

  “I put my hand on his shoulder.”

  “You touched him?”

  “Yes. Then I slid it down his chest, across his stomach, then lifted away when I reached his belt.”

  “Then what?”

  “Then his wife came back out.”

  “I mean what did he do?”

  “He put his hand on my hip, just for a moment.”

  “Wow.”

  We’d stopped fucking now, just lying with my cock taut and immobile in her pussy

  “Are you going to do that?” she asked.

  I was a little slow. My cock was still inside her, a man doesn’t do his best thinking then.

  “Do what?”

  “When I get big and fat are you going to want to fuck other girls?”

  Boom.

  I rushed to soothe her. I started fucking her and petting her and told her how much I loved her, and how there were no other girls in the world for me. She seemed to accept it. We fucked for another ten minutes, but neither of us came.

  We lay on the bed afterwards, cuddling. Kelly ran a finger over my chest. “Please don’t fuck anyone else,” she said.

  I captured her arm with my hand. “You fuck other people.”

  She nuzzled in. “But that’s me. I would die if you fucked another girl.”

  I laughed a little. “Well that hardly seems fair.”

  Kelly sat up, like an idea had just struck her. “Do you want me to find a girl for you to fuck? Because I can do that. Just to make everything fair.”

  “No, no,” I told her. “I just want you.”

  She settled in again. “How come you are happy just fucking me, and I find it so hard to resist temptation? It’s not fair. You are so lucky.”

  I’d never heard it explained like that before.

  “Different things for different people baby,” I said, my fingers in her hair. “No one is the same.”

  She rested her hand on my chest. “It doesn’t matter. Soon I’ll be so big no one will want to fuck me.”

  How wrong she was.

  We had several wonderful months fucking each other, as the baby grew inside her. But finally, Kelly passed the threshold of looking maybe a little bloated, to actually looking pregnant. And then things suddenly changed.

  She came home angry.

  I asked what was wrong.

  “What is wrong with men?” she demanded.

  “What happened?”

  “This guy comes up to me and congratulates me on my baby.”

  “OK.”

  “Oh, just wait,” she continued. “Then he asks if he can feel my belly, and feel if the baby is kicking.”

  “Ah.”

  “What the fuck? Who walks up to a strange woman and asks if he can put his hand on her belly?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, that’s different.”

  Kelly raged. “So what, do I have SLUT written on my forehead, so that anybody who wants can come up and feel my body? It’s my body! You can’t just walk up and feel me up whenever you want.”

  “So did you let him?”

  Kelly looked at me coldly. “Don’t do that.”

  “So that’s a no?”

  “Don’t be stupid, you know I let him.”

  “How did it feel?”

  “I felt embarrassed. I just stood there, and he put his hand under my top and felt my belly.”

  I nodded.

  “And then?”

  “Then he slipped his fingers just inside my pants and felt my bare belly there.”

  “That’s a little over the line.”

  “It is. I don’t know anybody else who had that happen. Who got pregnant and then random men would ask if they could feel them? Nobody! Nobody ever felt up my Mom.”

  I sympathized. “There are some men who think a pregnant woman is the most beautiful thing in the world. Maybe he was one of those.”

  “Then there are an awful lot of them. Why does this keep happening to me?”

  “It’s happened before?”

  “Almost every day.”

  I thought about this. “And how does it feel, having men want to touch your belly?”

  Kelly glared. “You know.”

  I did. “So, it feels good, but you feel collectively disrespected by the number of men who think they can have their way with you.”

  Kelly thought about that.

  “Men are cunts.”

  She got over her anger though.

  She liked the idea that men would want her because she was pregnant. It gave her a real boost, and soon she was inviting people to feel her belly, even when I was with her. In a way, I had the Kelly back that existed when we started dating years before. I prepared myself for the inevitable.

  It still caught me by surprise.

  A Call from Kelly

  Kelly was late getting home. The phone rang. This was back in the days of landlines. I picked up the phone. It was Kelly.

  “Hi baby what’s up?”

  “Sorry I’m not home yet,” she said. Kelly sounded a little rushed.

  “No problem, I’ve got dinner ready.”

  There was a pause. “Oh baby, hey, um, is it ok? I mean, can I ask a favor?”

  I had no idea. “Sure, what do you need baby girl?”

  Kelly was having trouble saying what she wanted. “Well, uh, is it maybe, you know, OK if I don’t come home tonight?”

  I was concerned. “What? Why? Are you Ok? Where are you?”

  A long silence. “I’m really sorry.”